#sometimes i only know how to express myself in spanish

[still-got-no-idea]

No mames porque soy así

Claro, es que- no se

No se nada de porque es tan difícil a decir ‘no’

No se nada de eso!

Bueno, ahora tengo dos biblias

NO QUIERO HACER ESO PERO JAIFSINASJKNFAJKFNSJA

SE VEAN MIS ZAPATOS QUE ESTAN GAY Y ESO ES COMO SE HACE?????

Ahora tengo algo para leer, pero todavía wey

[bamboobooshark]

MOON BOYS X READER

₊˚.⋆🕯️⋆⁺. FIRST NIGHT TOGETHER : 4.2K WRDS

A/N : Originally, my goal with these preferences was to try write more than 1k words. I ended up writing a lot more as you can tell by the word count! I’m really proud of myself for that to be honest. Anyway, here’s some preferences for staying at the Moon Boys’ flat for the first night after spending some time with them. Warning for a pinch of angst with Steven’s, anxiety with Marc’s, and badly written Spanish in Jake’s (sorry </3)

STEVEN GRANT .

You and Steven have been friends for a while now. Both of you moved into the same apartment building around the same week. With the agreement to make the most of it, the two of you decided you would meet up every evening after Steven’s shift to talk.

Sometimes you guys would simply talk and you’d give him a ride home since he didn’t have a license. Other times, you’d greet each other with the goofiest grins with the knowledge that you planned an outing or movie night together.

Earlier today, he came beaming to you at your guys’ usual hang-out spot about how a coworker of his asked him out. The stars were fresh in the sky, the sun only had set a little bit ago. The wind was getting his thick curls messier than they already had been from his long work day. He squinted while looking for you and immediately smiled when he found you. The last thing you would’ve expected was for him to tell you about going on a date with his coworker, let alone someone he barely knew.

He was doing his usual when he was excited; talking with his hands, exaggerating his facial expressions, changing his tone with each little word.

As much as you were admiring him at that moment, it did wring your heart dry. Hearing him ramble about how excited, happy, and confident he was about this date felt like a stab in the chest. You didn’t know why.

You had never felt the need to stop him from doing something. Hell, you always encouraged Steven to follow his heart and do what he desired. At that moment, you were regretting it heavily. All the encouragement. All the praising. All the pep talks. All of it led up to him accepting a date with one of his damn coworkers.

“You alright? Got something bothering you, mate? Hello,” he had asked with concern. He stopped with the exaggeration for a second to check up on you. You couldn’t convince yourself that man didn’t have feelings for you. Yet, you shook your head no and shrugged your shoulders. You hated having to lie to him or try to shove your feelings to the side. “It’s nothing. Just happy for you! I can’t believe someone finally asked you out,” you explained to him with your hand on his bicep. It lingered there for a moment before slowly sliding down to his forearm, and wrist, and settling on his hand. His pulse was a little fast as you had felt it throb under your thumb. Both of you gave each other an unnecessarily long but welcomed gaze. His pulse quickened.

Steven got a bit flushed and instinctively pulled his hand out from under your palm. The bench beneath your hand was cold and wet from the rain earlier today. You were already missing the warmth of his flesh, but he was right fucking in front of you.

“Why does this hurt so bad,” you ask yourself now as you sit on your bed. You’ve been asking yourself this since you got back to your flat. You’re beating yourself up for thinking about him so much. “That bitch doesn’t even know him! I don’t know why she thinks she deserves a second of his time. She’s not nearly enough for him. She’s not good enough for him,” you growl to yourself in anger. Out of your rage, you start to do something that you never do unless Steven’s over. You grab some popcorn, slam it in the microwave, and impatiently get your couch ready for a movie marathon.

“I bet he only gave her a chance because she’s so far out of his league that he would’ve felt bad about rejecting her. Maybe Donna treats her better than she treats Steven so she’s using him to get some praise and maybe a promotion,” you mutter through gritted teeth while walking around your flat, tossing pillows and throwing blankets onto your couch.

Then comes a knock. You and Steven’s knock. The one that lets you two know you’re the one who’s knocking. Your rage pauses as you stand there in silence. “Hiya… The date didn’t go too well, just letting you know. I’ll be in my flat if you need me,” he explains to you before you hear him walk off. Your heart that was previously wrung of all concern for him as he explained the situation to you earlier soaked up his words like a sponge.

You internally debated what the best thing to do would be. However, your brain interrupts itself when the microwave begins beeping. A groan leaves your lips as you shuffle over to grab the popcorn. You hold the bag in your hands before realizing that this is the solution. This was what would help Steven feel better. A movie marathon together. You and him alone, cuddled up on the couch, snacking on popcorn, making the dumbest comments as you both watch.

You take no time throwing on your pajamas, grabbing your phone, and getting anything else you need while the popcorn cools on the counter. It almost falls on the floor when you try to grab it the first time, but you thankfully catch it. You run out your door, walk a few feet, and knock on Steven’s. “Steven, can we have a movie night together? Please,” you plead. You know he can be a bit selfless sometimes, but you need him to know you’re concerned about him right now. No excuses, no lies. “I just wanna do something to cheer you up. You sounded so sad when you were at my door earlier. I’m sorry for not answering. I’m here for you now,” you anxiously ramble before his figure greets you. “Guess it wouldn’t hurt. Don’t have work tomorrow either,” he comments as the slightest smile begins to creep onto his face.

The two of you let out a deep sigh once you’re settled on his bed. He explained he didn’t want to sit on the couch because he wanted to be comfortable. Feeling pity for him, you quickly accepted his request for you guys to get cozy under his covers.

“There we go! Much better, yeah,” he asks while looking at you. Despite Steven’s flat being dark aside from his laptop screen, his eyes seem to be softer. His gaze reminds you of the moment you shared earlier. His flesh getting warmer. His pulse throbbed quicker under your touch.

“Now, let me just get my computer going,” he murmurs, pulling you out of your memories. You smile back at him and nod softly. A soft giggle leaves your lips as he awkwardly pushes it to you. As much as a nerd he is, he’s never been tech-savvy. You quickly start up the movie while Steven moves back and forth on his thighs. Once it loads, you push the computer in front of you two and pull the covers over your lap.

In due time, you and Steven finally cuddle against each other. Your knees are tucked up under your stomach with your shins pressed against his thighs. Your arms loosely circle his hips while one of his hands is settled on your waist. Your head rests against his bicep. The only sounds that fill his flat are the movie’s audio, sheets ruffling, wind whistling against the window and the sound of deep breathing.

“I wanna let you know I’m sorry for ignoring my feelings,” Steven starts. You don’t look up at him but still display a confused expression on your face. “I love you. I have loved you. I’m sorry for not telling you sooner,” he says. You can feel his skin begin to heat. Before he can start to verbally apologize and insist he didn’t mean it, you let him know what you’ve wanted to say for a while. “I love you too, Steven,” you assure him. You lean forward, pressing yourself against his thigh and torso to give his lips a soft and gentle kiss. He kisses you back with the same loving energy. It’s a back-and-forth of soft pecks and lingering kisses before both of you grow too tired to continue. You fall asleep with your limbs tangled with one another’s, finally at peace with your feelings for each other.

MARC SPECTOR .

Anxious. If there was one word to describe Marc Spector when he’s around you, it would be anxious. Sweaty palms, clammy hands, flickering gaze, and an inability to be still. He started acting this way when both of you had a conversation about your mutual feelings.

It’s been almost a month since that conversation. Now the two of you sat at the warm, homey restaurant that wasn’t too far from his flat. Marc’s gaze was pitiful. He looked at you with his big, brown eyes that were all glossy from the reflection of the light.

“You look amazing tonight, love,” he told you tenderly. Your cheeks warm before you attempt to return the compliment. “And I could say the same. You always look so good no matter what you wear,” you beamed.

He reached his hand on top of the table, beckoning your own to join his. You chuckle softly and put your palm against his. His fingers make their way under your hand until they meet his thumb to carefully wrap around yours. He slowly runs his thumb against the soft flesh between two of your fingers. You sigh at the gentle gesture. Even before the shared confession, Marc was always prone to being gentle with you, whether it was his words or his actions.

Both of your eyes shared the same sight. A warm meal in front of you, the light from the inside of the restaurant shining perfectly onto your lover’s face, and the most welcoming hand lovingly wrapped around your own. None of this felt real. This must’ve been what Marc felt like all the time; terrified that this was just a dream or a hallucination. Luckily both of those anxieties were false. Neither of you had anything to worry about. Both of you were real and both of you were here to stay with each other.

After a few minutes of admiration and silence, you slip your hand away from his so you can both begin to eat. Hums and quiet groans of satisfaction leave your lips. Despite the restaurant not being a main chain, it had some of the best damn food you’ve ever eaten. It doesn’t even take you two hours to finish your meals. You and Marc have decided that you’ll each pay half if the two of you plan a date together, rather than on your own. He holds your hand while you walk over to the side of the street, hailing a taxi for you two.

Now the two of you are at his apartment complex. You immediately notice his anxious mannerisms getting more apparent. “Is something wrong, Marc,” you ask sweetly, not wanting to assume anything. “Yeah. I’m fine, darling,” he assured you, nervously biting his bottom lip. You squeeze his hand a bit to remind him that you love him. He squeezes back with a bit more force.

The elevator takes you up to his floor. He fumbles with his keys as you guys make your way to his flat. “Give me a second,” he mutters while fumbling with his key ring. He gets the key in and takes a deep breath before turning it to open the door. His expression tells you that his mind is racing with unwelcome thoughts. “Come on in,” he says hesitantly while motioning you to go in as he takes the key from the lock.

You’re somewhat confused. Marc had never let you come over to his flat. You assumed that his mental illness caused his place to be a bit of a wreck, maybe he found the state of it embarrassing, or he simply liked being at your place more. Your brows furrow as you take in the area. It isn’t nearly as bad as you expected it to be. Sure the whole flat has papers and books scattered across it, but not in a way that makes it look like a mess. However, Marc quickly objects to your internal dialogue as if he could read your mind.

“Shit,” he muttered. “I know it’s a mess. I’m sorry. I didn’t have time to clean up before we just spontaneously planned our date tonight,” he groaned wearily, running a hand through his hair. “Marc, don’t say that. Your flat is just about as messy as mine. Plus, I don’t expect you to have a picture-perfect place! You live here. It’ll get a little messy from day-to-day life,” you told him with a soft smile. You set down the bag you’d brought to stay the night before walking over to him. Your arms encircled his waist and rested at the small of his back. His muscles tensed in response to your touch. You leaned your head to press your face against his chest. “I promise it’s fine. I already feel at home,” you hummed while adding a bit of pressure to your embrace. He sighed deeply before giving in to your reassurance. He nodded his head in agreement and returned the gentle gesture. His arms reached from his sides to your neck, one hand tracing circles on your shoulder blade while the other rubbed the back of your head. He tilted your head up from his chest and smiled. “There’s that stunning face I love so much,” he cooed softly before kissing your forehead. “Do you ever stop,” you tease while cocking your head to the side. “What? Loving you? Never,” he replied before giving you a quick squeeze.

The next few minutes are the most soothing and peaceful you’ve had in a long time. The way Marc holds you feels so protective and safe. Your shared body warmth helps both of you melt into each other. His heart beats heavily in his chest while you press your bodies together. A soft, slow sway is shared between you. Heavy breathing, quiet mumbles of only the most tender words, hands fiddling with the fabric of the other’s clothes.

“You ready for bed yet, baby,” he asks softly, leaning forward to whisper to you. He gently kisses your neck while awaiting your answer. Your hand reaches up to play with his dark curls and you begin to hum with satisfaction from the kisses. “Mm. I guess,” you drag out in a sigh. “Let’s get you to bed then,” he mumbles. Before leading you to his bed, Marc smiles against your neck, giving the soft skin a small nip.

You manage to maneuver over to his bed as he continues to stay glued to you. He turns you around and flops back on his bed, pulling you on top of him securely. You let out a bit of a yell when he does that. He pulls his arms tighter around your waist and kisses the nape of your neck. “Fuck. That feels so good,” he groans. This man loves having you close, having you lay on him, smelling you, sweet things like that. However, they all came from a deep-rooted fear of losing you or that you’re simply a hallucination. So any time he convinces, or forces, you to lay on top of him, he is in utter bliss.

You start to get a little antsy in his grasp. His arms hold you tightly, but you still tilt side to side. “Marc! You can let me go now,” you exclaim playfully. He grunts in disagreement. “I’m not letting you go.” You sigh softly before moving all of your weight to one side. As expected his arms stay around your waist. He was insistent on not letting you go.

“You win,” you groan softly. He moves his body so he can rest his head on the crook of your neck. “I know, darling. Now we can go to sleep since we have that settled,” he hums against your skin. Both of you fall asleep entangled with each other. His arms stay around your waist like a harness as your hands lay on top of his.

JAKE LOCKLEY .

You and Jake had a date arranged. It was more of him planning a surprise for you and you agreeing to it. Nonetheless, you were intensely excited.

As he requested, you packed a bag to stay the night at his place and had your pajamas on. It was a bit suspicious. You had high hopes that he wasn’t going to attempt to take you somewhere in the state you're in right now. You’ve continually had a habit of doing one or two little things just to make sure you felt attractive. As you thought about how Jake loved to fuck around with you, he never did it in a publicly humiliating way. The idea was swift to flee your mind as briefly as it came.

You hear a hard and heavy knock on your door that made you gasp. That was definitely him. The way he’d knock so harshly never failed to get a reaction out of you. You shake your head in disapproval while moving to grab your bag. “I’ll be there in a second, Jake,” you shout to him. “Hurry up, precioso! I want to see that face I’ve missed so much,” he weeps almost childishly. You roll your eyes at his pouting while hauling your bag to your door. You open it and snicker to yourself. He was wearing his pajama just like you were. He definitely had a good plan for the two of you.

“There’s my favorite cabbie,” you beam, your hands quickly reaching to his face. His stubble prickles your hand and presses harder against it when he smiles lovingly at you, his teeth displayed just for his lover. You cant help but smile back at him with the same amount of love on your lips. Your thumbs rub along his cheekbone before you lean forward to kiss him. He hums against your lips before both of you pull back. You move your hands from his stubble inhabited face, down to his chest. His own hand move to rest on your hips, treating them like handles for his hands to hold on to. “I guess you beat me to our little kiss this time. I bet you a back rub that I’ll get you first next time, cariño,” he promised you playfully. You knew he would because he stayed true to his word when it came to you. That didn’t mean you wouldn’t challenge his words. “Sure you will,” you replied.

He led you to his taxi, smiling and rambling about his little surprise the whole way there. You loved the way the would talk to you when you didn’t give him any feedback. You could swear on your life that if you never spoke again, he would still find some way to keep talking to you. Once the two of you reached his taxi, he dramatically cleared his throat. “Don’t even try, ángel,” he quips with the assumption that you would try to open the door for yourself like you did last time, which ended in a horribly long lecture about how you deserve to be treated like royalty. You feign disappointment as he politely walks you to the passenger side of the car. Before your hand can even reach the handle in attempts to mess with him, he grabs your hand and clicks his tongue at you. “Dios mío,” he mutters before opening the door for you. “Now you can get in,” he says while motioning for you to enter the car. Just to make Jake sure that you won’t keep playing with him, you gently hold his free hand so you can safely step into the vehicle without tripping. “Safety first,” he hums before grabbing the seatbelt and buckling you in. He leans down to kiss your cheek before shutting the door. He enters the driver’s side rather quickly as if he’s in a rush. “Let’s get going,” he says happily as he begins driving his taxi.

During the drive to wherever Jake is taking you, he keeps asking you question after question. “How was your day?” “Did work go well for you?” “You remember that I love you, right, mi vida?” You groan, chuckle, sigh, give any reaction you can to his questions. “Jake! Enough with the questions,” you tease as you softly nudge his arm. “I’ve told you anything you could ask about me. I swear you’ve got enough information to write a biography on me,” you continue with a playful smile. “Okay, okay, my apologies, precioso,” he chuckles in response to your teasing before he parks in front of a tall building. “But there’s one more question I have to ask you. I promise it’s the last one for now,” he swears while holding your hand for a genuine effect. “Wanna have a sleepover,” he asks with that same goofy grin on his face from earlier. He smiles so hard and hopefully that his mustache pushes up against his nose. “Please,” he asks sweetly while squeezing your hand. You return the happy expression and nod in agreement. That was his plan this whole time. Get you dressed up nice and cozy in your pajamas, drive you to his apartment at night on a route you haven’t been through before, and invite you to have a damn sleepover. God, you couldn’t get enough of this man and his stupidly tender ideas. “Yeah, we can have a sleepover,” you chuckle softly.

Once you two reach his flat he opens the door, like a gentleman of course, for you. You thank him with a kiss on the cheek that earns you a soft smile and a thanks of his own. “Where should I set my stuff,” you ask him awkwardly. “Give it here, hermoso,” he says, practically beaming at the idea of helping you once more. Without hesitation you hand the bag over to him. He takes it and sets it under his desk before sitting on his bed and waving you over with his arms. “Come on, doll. I’m not going to bite you,” he pouts before he begins to grasp the air like you’re just out of reach. You sigh at his whining and walk over to his bed with a smile.

He doesn’t even let you sit down before he clings to you. He pulls you between his legs by the waist as you stand in front of him, letting out a soft gasp when he does so. He slightly lifts your shirt up, just enough so your stomach is exposed. He sighs softly before leaning forward to press his face against it. “Muy bueno,” he purrs as he feels the warmth of your stomach heat his face. He hums with his cheek pressed to your stomach as his hands slide up and down the back of your thighs. You can’t do anything except bite the inside of your cheek and blush as he continues. “Tan bueno para mí,” he praises, emphasizing that it’s for him. “Jake,” you whine softly. He lets out a soft grunt in response. “I’d prefer if you let me lay down before I faint from how affectionate you’re being,” you plead to him. Out of respect for you, he sighs and releases you from his grasp. You ruffle his hair a bit before crawling under the covers and awaiting for him to do the same. He follows soon after, now looking at you with those gorgeous brown eyes of his. He pulls you flush against him with his arms crossed behind your back. “You never said anything about not giving you affection while you lay down,” he says playfully while smiling. You’re already flushed again just by the idea. He shifts a bit further up along the bed so he can begin to shower you with love.

He starts at your forehead, pecking every inch of skin he can get. His hands crawl up from your shoulder blades to the back of your head so he can caress you loving and hold you in place. He moves to your cheeks and nose, hands coming to cup your face. He kisses from your left cheek, kisses your nose once before pausing for a moment to make some savory eye contact, then moves on to your right cheek. He pulls back for a second and you give each other a knowing look. “Please,” you whisper to him in a gentle tone. “Anything for you, mi corazón,” he mutters back. His hands come to cup your jaw on either side, thumbs brushing your cheeks as his other fingers lightly grasp the area behind your ears. He kisses your lips softly before pulling back. You give him a pitiful look before kissing him back. You keep going at it with each other, eventually letting the kisses linger for a few seconds, then adding your tongues into the mix. It’s a little messy, but it’s so tender. “I love you more than anything, mi vida. Anything,” he says to you before kissing you one last time, lips pressed to yours as if they’re a lifeline for him. You hum softly in satisfaction as he shifts your body for you, pressing your head to his chest and resting his chin on top of your head. He traces shapes with his fingers and scratches your back gently until you’re asleep in his secure embrace.

[graneymar]

hiii, could you write a fic Neymar X fem!reader, when they have been together for like a year and in a sort of a secret relationship, because she is not a famous but a law student, and they wanted their privacy.

she is like 25 and he is 30, I love reading about age gap( but not too much ofc)

you could write about their couple dynamic (including fluff but also some dirty talk and them flirting like a lot) and then they get caught by the paparazzi, and everyone find out about her. Maybe when they were on vacation or something.

idk if you want, but you could also include insta post?? do what you feel it’s right !!

thank u if you will! And sorry for my broken English, I’m Spanish 💕💕

#5. NEYMAR: ONE NIGHT IN IBIZA

SUMMARY: above

WARNINGS: some dirty talk

PAIRING: Neymar x fem!reader

Our relationship was quite complicated. I was an ordinary law student, studying abroad and was in my last year, so I barely had time to spend with my boyfriend, especially due to preparing for the upcoming exams. Neymar, of course, had a really busy schedule and whenever he had a few days off, he took every opportunity to not only visit me, but also his family in Brasil. All these circumstances led to us sometimes not seeing each other for weeks. But if we got to spend some time together, we made sure we would make the best of it. Apart from that, I decided it would be the best for us if we didn't announce our relationship publicly. I wanted to build my career myself and not be "(Your first name + last name), lawyer and Neymar Jrs girlfriend". I didn’t want my professors and other students to treat me differently just because I was dating a famous footballer. Neymar never really liked the idea of us hiding ourselves from everyone, but he respected my decision and told me he would wait until I was ready. Still, he let everyone know he was in a relationship, which led to the press and his fans speculating about who the lucky woman was. Going out in public, we always made sure we were surrounded by the few close friends that knew about us, so no one would assume we went on dates and such.

In conclusion, I barely got to see Neymar, and when I did, I never really got him all to myself. The only time we finally were able to express our love was when we decided to stay at home alone.

"Meu Deus, can you believe it’s already been a year?", Neymar sighed out as my bracelet caught his eyes. For my 25th birthday a couple of months ago, he got me a golden bracelet with our initials and the date we got together engraved. I shook my head chuckling, "Time flies. It really does." Remembering we only had a few more days in peace together, the big smile on my face quickly disappeared. His brow furrowed. "What are you thinking about again?" I turned around when I felt warm tears in my eyes. "Nothing babe, I'm fine", I lied. We were currently on vacation in Ibiza, now on a yacht in the middle of the ocean. I inhaled deeply, watching the waves as I tried to calm down and not break down in tears. He hugged me from behind and placed his head onto my shoulder. "Can we please enjoy the time we have left together before going back to normal?", he mumbled. I blinked a few times, making my tears stay in instead of rolling down my cheeks. "You're right." I turned my head to kiss his cheek. He put on his sweetest smile before letting go of me, smacking my bum. My body twitched for a second. Neymar cheekily smirked and finally turned around, laying down to continue his sunbathe. Without making a move, I simply stood there and watched him relaxing.

A few minutes later Neymar took his sunglasses off, tilting his head to my direction. I saw his eyes going up and down my body. I questioningly raised one eyebrow at him. "You don’t know how bad I want you right now." Playfully I rolled my eyes. He put his hands on his lap, demanding to come and sit on it. I slowly walked up to him, but instead of doing what he wished me to do, I dropped myself right next to him. He smirked because he understood that was my way of teasing him. It was our thing, he loved feeling like he had to "chase" me. His hands tapped a random beat on my thighs. "You know, there’s a bedroom inside. We could spend some time there until we arrive at the port."

"Mhm", I nodded, "And how do you want to spend the time there?" He chuckled before hiding his face into my neck. Feeling his breath already made me get goosebumps all over my skin. "First of all", he started, whispering in a low-tone voice, kissing my neck slowly, "I'll throw you onto the fucking bed, then rip off your bikini, sliding my fingers into you until you can’t help but beg me to finally push him inside you. And…" My eyes rolled back in pleasure. The things he said, his hands going up and down my body, his lips on my neck with his tongue sometimes touching it. Enough to drive me insane already. I bit my bottom lip trying to hold back a moan. One thing I hated about Neymar was, he loved turning me on in public. He loved knowing and seeing him how much I needed him. I wouldn’t go into this bedroom with him now and he knew, but this was his kind of foreplay. I now couldn’t wait to get into our hotel room and he was well aware of that. "And the rest is what you’ll get at home after the party tonight." He pulled away and sat up again, laughing at my pissed off facial expression. I groaned in frustration.

"What party are you talking about?" My eyebrows furrowed. "We promised Cris and Bianca we'd go out clubbing with them tonight, did you forget?"

"Oh, right…", I remembered and pouted my lips, "but I can’t wait for tonight." Neymar grinned and pecked my lips quickly. "Quickie as we get ready maybe?" He winked as I giggled.

Said and done. I actually got what I wanted as soon as we entered the hotel room, but we had to keep it short, too short, since we didn’t have much time to get ready anymore.

Before getting to the club, we decided to eat dinner. "How was it on the yacht?", Bianca asked, while Neymar and Cris were talking about some gaming stuff. "Oh Bi, if you only knew! Even though we were in the middle of nowhere and the only people surrounding us was his staff, you can’t imagine how much I enjoyed it. Finally going out with my boyfriend alone, it almost felt like an ordinary relationship." When I first met Bianca I was afraid she wouldn’t like or even hate me since she was best friends with Bruna, Neymars ex, but she soon turned out to be the most supportive of us. "I believe so. It must be exhausting only being able to feel like a real couple when being home alone. How long do you want to wait to finally announce your relationship?" I shrugged, "I don't know at all to be honest. Actually, I'm tired of hiding, but on the other side, I don't want all my clients coming to me just because they know me through Neymar. I want them to choose me because they value me as their lawyer, not because I possibly could be privileged thanks to my boyfriend." I didn’t even notice Neymar and Cris stopped talking and listened to our conversation. "But are you planning to go back to Paris after you finished studying or are you staying there? You know, staying there would be beneficial for your career", Cris said. I stuttered and looked around as I was thinking of an answer. I felt Neymars eyes on me and of course, he wanted me to come back to Paris and move in with him after I finished my studies, but Cris was right. This was something I never worried about before. Neymar noticed I was getting nervous and put his hand on mine. "That’s not a topic for today, we have enough time to think about it later", he stated and threw me a soft smile. Bianca and Cris agreed and changed topics.

Entering the club, we had some drinks before finding ourselves on the dancefloor. Whenever Neymar and I danced, we were careful so we would not get too close. Bianca was always jumping in between us when she thought we went too far. However, we had the time of our lives and actually got drunk at some point. I went to the bar to get us some drinks and scrolled through my instagram for you page while waiting, when an article about Neymar and Bruna Marquezine caught my eye. They were writing about how perfect they were, why they broke up, etc. According to them, Neymar broke up with Bruna because she refused to move to Paris for him, she prioritised her own career. My heart stopped for a second the moment I remembered Cris' question. Hundreds of thoughts ran through my mind. How were Neymar and I supposed to maintain our relationship if I decided I would not go back to Paris? He broke up with Bruna after being together for such a long time, no doubt he would leave me too. My breathing got heavier. I tried to organise my thoughts, but all I was able to think of was Neymar leaving me sooner or later. "Are you okay?", the barkeeper asked, placing the drinks right in front of me. I realised tears were rolling down my cheeks. I wiped them away rapidly. "Uh yeah, I'm fine. Thank you." Bianca made her way to me in order to help me with the drinks. I needed to get out of there. "Bi, I'll go home now. I'm not feeling well", I told her. She looked slightly confused and observed me for a few seconds. "Did something happen? You were laughing and dancing like five minutes ago." I shook my head from left to right and grabbed my clutch. "No, nothing happened. I'm just tired and probably drank a little too much", I answered and faked a smile as I stepped away from her after saying goodbye. Right when I got out of the club, I felt someone pulling me back by my shoulder. "Y/N!", I recognised Neymar shouting after me, "Y/N, why do you want to go home? What’s wrong?" I kept looking at the ground, I didn’t want him to see my wet cheeks. "Tired and drunk. Just need to sleep", I shortly replied after swallowing hard. "You are not drunk. At least not that drunk. I know somethings bothering you. What is it? Talk to me."

"Let’s discuss it later, Ney. Go have fun. I just need some rest", I answered and was about to turn around again, but Neymar held me back. "Hey, don’t act like that now. If you're leaving, I'm leaving." I shook my head. "No Ney, please."

"Yes I will, Y/N. If you want to stay mad for I don’t even know what…", he began, but I quickly interrupted him. "I'm not mad, Neymar, at least not at you." His facial expression showed he was completely lost. "If you’re not mad at me, who are you mad at then? Can you now please tell me what happened, did someone say or do anything?" He kept on asking questions until I couldn’t hold it back any longer. "I'm mad at myself because I don’t know if I can give you what you want and this will make you break up with me sooner or later and I hate myself for letting it go this far but I can’t help it because I'm fucking selfish and… and… I just don’t know what to do." Neymars eyebrows furrowed, he was unable to speak and had a hard time understanding what I was saying inbetween the sobs. "W-Why would I… why would I break up with you? Why are you selfish? What the hell are you even talking about?" I sighed out loud. "What was the reason you broke up with Bruna Marquezine?" This question was enough for him to understand what all this was about. "Y/N, that was a whole other story. Bruna kept on promising me things she wouldn’t do. When you and I got together I knew exactly what I was getting myself into - I wanted this, and I still do. We have a whole year to think about what to do and if you decide to go for your career, I will gladly support you. It’s not like you’re making empty promises." I couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down my face. "Neymar, I know you want a family, I know you want someone to come home to everyday. I, on the other side, don’t even know anything anymore. I don’t know if I want to go for my career, damn sometimes I don’t even know if I want to be a lawyer. But what I surely don’t want is you to waste your time on me when I have no idea what I am doing with my life." His eyes filled with sadness before he hugged me tightly. "Meu amor, you're in your mid-twenties. It’s a confusing time. Some of your friends have their own business, others are married or having kids. No matter what you are doing now, you feel like somethings missing, like you are missing out on something. You feel pressured, I get that. You have to make some of the most important decisions in your life right now, you’re afraid to go the wrong way. But you, my love, are an intelligent, smart, independent woman. I know you will make the right decisions. And no matter what you choose to do, I will be with you." He gave me a short yet passionate kiss. "Being in your mid-twenties is shit, trust me, I know." I quietly chuckled. "Stop talking like you're my grandfather, you're five years older than me." Neymar laughed as he softly wiped my almost dried tears away with his thumb. "All I'm saying is I know exactly what it feels like to think that no matter what you do, it’s wrong. And I want to be the last person to make you feel pressured." Without saying a word, I put my hands around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. "Te amo", I whispered.

"Eu te amo tanto, Y/N", he remained silent for a moment, "Still wanna go home?" I nodded. Neymar went inside to get our stuff and tell Bianca and Cris we're leaving. Meanwhile, I went on instagram again. "What the fuck", I murmured as I saw myself on my for you page. There were photos and videos of Neymar and me outside the club, hugging and kissing. They had to be taken just a few minutes ago. I turned around to Neymar staying behind me already. "We fucked up. I didn't even check if there were any paparazzi", he said looking at my phone screen. As I refreshed the page in shock, I saw even more pictures of myself. "How did they get those?" "Oh, I have these on my story", Neymar admit. He loved presenting me everywhere, even though he didn’t show my face. I raised an eyebrow at him and checked his instagram story.

"I haven’t even seen these pictures. Why didn’t you show me? They're good." He smiled watching his story on my phone. "You know what will even be better now? Not hiding your gorgeous face anymore." My phone started buzzing. I got endless instagram notifications, Neymars fans following me, liking my pictures and commenting on them. First thing I noticed was most comments were complimenting and congratulating me. "Your fans are fast as fuck." Neymar laughed, "See, they love you already."

[mrsjavierp]

Where You Belong?

Chapter 7 - Torture

Javier Peña x latin!f!reader

Summary: Running away from life as you always knew to start a new position as Head Chief on a DEA Office, far away, on Colombia. There, you'll face violence, as you never thought you could. There, you'll meet Javier Peña, your stubborn agent...

Warnings (to the whole fic): +18!, angst, smut, cheating, last relationships, drug dealing - Narcos Universe (not so accurate), bad spanish, english is my second language, use of Y/N and Y/LN. No physical description of the reader, only your clothes (sometimes). The POVs are shifting between reader (first person and Narrator - 3rd person)

(If I forgot anything, tell me, pls!)

Word Count: 2,6k

A/N: I'd love to know about you're thinking about it so far! Your opinion is really important! Tks <3 Btw, I'm tagging @pedrostories! Babe, let's show'em why we're so much in love for that man!

Obs: Oops, I did a "past x present situation" again, so, anytime you see something written like this, is past. If not, it's just Javi's memory about the night he won't (and can't) forget... And neither can you, reader <3 Let's be honest, how would we forget a night like that?

***

Narrator's POV:

Javier went to see how Steve was doing, after Connie left.

The apartment was a mess, with empty bottles all over.

If ever Steve were sober, it was before his girls went back to Miami.

He was so depressed... Made Javier think about his family as well, but in a different way: if it was him and Lorraine, would he try to do some or anything?

Steve sniffed and cleared his throat, handing Javier a beer, bringing him back from his thoughts.

"Have you, uh... Had anything to eat in the last 24 hours?" - he asked.

"About Y/LN..." - Steve ignored Javier. - "Do you think she's gonna send me back? Did she say anything?"

"To be honest, I think if she was going to send you back, she'd have done it already. We know she doesn't put up any shit."

Steve sputted.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Do you think I am out?"

"I don't know." - Javier answered.

"Well, I ain't ready to go home yet, Javi. I'll tell ya that." - Steve threw the top from his bottle away. - "Damn it! She's fucking..."

Javier got up, he needed to do some or anything.

"Take a shower. Sober up." - he suggested to the friend. - "I'll get back to you."

Steve sighted, sitting back down.

**

"Thanks for talking to Y/LN again, man." - Steve thanked, while Javier was driving to their new office. - "I mean that... You saved my ass."

"One more fuck-up, Murphy..."

"Oh, I know." - he responded.

"Is it gonna happen again?" - Javi asked, worried.

"I don't know. I really don't." - Murphy seemed lost in thoughts.

"Let's hope for the sake of our careers that is the first and the last one."

Shortly after they arrive, you show up by helicopter, wearing a black tight suit, heels and sunglasses. Javier was already shivering.

Making an effort to change his focus, he said to Steve:

"Get ready to get your balls snippet." - and they both smirked.

*

Steve and you sat down at your office, his expression was awful: sad, bitter, hangover.

“So Connie left… You’re upset, knocked a few back to numb the pain and then decided to take it out on some Wall Street pendejo”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Isolated incident?”

“Yeah.”

“You still don’t trust me? That’s fine. But if I’m gonna have your back, I need to know that I can trust you. Otherwise, I have no problem sending you back to Connie in Miami… Am I making myself clear or do you need a drawing?”

“Loud and clear, Jefe.” - He sighed. 

“Dismissed, Murphy. Go to work.”

He got up and left your office.

He was just a ghost… A resemblance to what he was, when Connie was here. God, you felt sorry for him.

*

Hours later, you sat down at the bar, close to your office, after all those hours, alone.

You just wanted peace.

So much happened and you also got quite some happening.

Steve and his bullshit, Escobar on the run, Crosby up on your ass...

"A Dry Martini, por favor. Seco." (A Dry Martini, please. Extra dry.) - you order.

"¿Señorita, dry martini? ¿Seco? ¿Estás enferma?" (Miss, dry martini? Extra dry? Are you sick?)

"No, amigo... Soló necesito olvidar algunas cosas." (No, my friend… Just need to forget a few things.)

He knew your drink was a neat scotch, he never saw you drinking any other thing.

You hated how the gin burned while going down your throat. You could almost remember when Javier fucked your throat at the same time you used your vibrator because he wanted to see how you've done by yourself... He convinced you to pick it up at your place because he needed to ruin you, as you did to him...

"Díos mio... I don't wanna remember anymore, please, make it stop..." - you whispered like a secret prayer, closing your eyes.

*

About 2 hours later, taking off his tie, Javier walked into the same bar.

He sighed, so frustrated, so hurt, so pissed off.

Lorraine just had put the cherry on top: she wanted to leave Laredo to Dallas or Austin, because... He didn't even understand why. She asked for more money, his visit for a few days... The only good thing on that call was his baby boy, Lucas, who your so called wife insisted on calling Luke. Sometimes, he felt a little prejudice from her against his latin origin.

And she demanded again! Javier was trying to delay it, but she was coming on strong at him.

The worst part is… He didn’t care about Lorraine. Not that he ever did in the first place, but… 

In reality, he was just sad... 

Sad that he spent an intimate long night fucking you and... Nothing.

You just disappeared. Left him hanging.

Javier didn't even get to listen to you masturbating anymore.

He asked for a scotch, neat.

Just like he purred to you that night…

Sometime that night, you sat down on the armchair by his bedroom window, lit up your cigar, while he served you a glass of whiskey. You wore nothing but your red panties...

Javier kneeled down, again, for you.

There you were, smelling like your cigars, whiskey, sex... And Javier.

His hands worshiped your figure, opening you for him, again.

"Javier, I'm a little occupied..." - you said to him, almost purring.

"I don't care. I need to touch you. Go ahead with whatever you drink or smoke. It's sexy as fuck."

He loved that your scent was just like his. Make him feel like you belong to him, only him. 

“When I'm done with you, you're gonna smell just like me… Like my come, my perfume, my spit, my sweat… You ruined me, cariño. I'm just returning the favor.”

“Javi…”

“You know where you belong, don't you?” - his index and middle fingers entered you again. You moaned. - “You belong with me, cariño. I'm not letting you go.”

“Oh fuck…” - you moan. - “You also smell just like me, Javi…” - his eyes widened, surprised. - “You also smell just like my french perfume, my spit on your dick, my sweat on your skin… My come all over you…” 

You were so distracted you didn't even notice when he walked in and sat across from you.

When he spotted you, Javier went up to you.

"Martini, Y/N? Gotta say, did not see this coming."

"Bite me, Peña." - you responded through your teeth.

"I wish I could, cariño, but you won't let me get near you. I miss you. Don't tell me that you don't remember or you didn't like it." - his mouth came closer to your ear and murmured: - "You came so many times in my mouth that shirt I wore still smells like your cum, even after I washed 3 times already... Wanna know where it is?"

You sighted slowly, catching your breath, eyes closed.

"My bed, cariño. Right where you left your red panties, where you belong. Where you should be." - he continued to whisper in your ear.

"Peña..."

"No, not Peña. Call me Javi, babyboy, obedient soldier, anything but as if we were working… We both know that’s not under your obligations."

You looked at him, in pain.

"I-I-I can't. We gotta be a part, Peña."

He hit the bar with his fist.

"Bullshit! You may be an award winning actress, but you can't pretend any of that. I remember it all too well... I remember you telling me that was a fucking dream and you didn't wanna wake up! I remember you melting under my touch..."

You laughed.

"Peña, I quit smoking and drinking whiskey because of you."

"Why?"

"Because it tastes just like you." - aside from the scotch, he smoked cigarettes, not cigars. Your eyes are almost in tears.

He looked at you with those puppy brown eyes.

"Cariño... You don't have to..."

"Yes, Peña. I do... You don't get it, do you?"

"Actually, no, I don't. Enlighten me, then." - Javier responded, rude. He couldn't bear to be hurt one more time. He wanted to be yours and you to be his, only his.

"It was a mistake, Peña. You're overthinking what happened... I... We..." - you didn't know how to say or justify. You were lying and you were such a lousy liar... Javier could see right through you.

"Don't! Don't you dare to continue to say anything like that!" - it was his time to respond through his teeth. - "You don't get to do that! I won't accept these lies! You're not fooling me nor anyone… Days ago you were moaning and coming all over me... Now you want to take it back? News flash, you can't! You can’t change the past, you can’t change the fact that we fucked worse than rabbits, cariño. I told ya, I’m greedy as fuck." - his voice went from pissed to almost cooing at you.

You were feeling awful. Guilty. You shouldn't want Javier so badly, but you wanted.

"Peña, I'm your boss. We've got a job to do. I can't get involved with you, it was a mistake!"

Javier's heart was pounding. You couldn't do that to him.

You tried to get up, but your liquor betrayed you, almost throwing you on the ground, but Javi picked you up before you got hurt.

"Vamos, cariño. I'll take you home, vecina." - he said.

You only cuddled with him, holding up all you could.

*

Javier helped you get inside, paying attention to what you needed: You needed to eat, to take a shower and lay down, unfortunately, too drunk to do it alone.

First, Javier prepared a bath for you, a warm one.

"Peña, I just dumped you... You don't get to see me naked again." - you said to him, while you were sitting on the closed toilet and he took off your shoes.

He laughed. You were a cute drunk.

"Don't call me Peña. I already told you. Right now, I'm not calling you by 'jefe' or 'Y/LN' either. You're cariño, hermosa or even babygirl."

You began to take off your clothes, while he took off his jacket and folded his sleeves.

"I like cariño, Javi..." - you almost purred. - "I shouldn't. But I do..."

"Good. Cariño will be, Hermosa."

He helped you finish undressing and getting in the tub.

"Oh, it's gooood. Thank you, Javi..."

He remained outside it, just taking care of you, not letting you lay down too much or sleep.

When you finished, he covered you with a towel, leaving you alone for a few minutes to look for some medicine, as hangover prevention, and some food.

A little like him, your fridge only had whiskey, water and a leftover pizza.

You two were more alike than any of you wanted or expected.

He used the oven to heat it, at the same time you put a red and lacy nightgown.

"Oh, fuck, cariño... Had to be this one?" - he asked you, trying not to sound so horny.

"It was this one or none. Pick your poison, Javi."

He sighed. What a fucking brat you were, even drunk as a skunk.

"Sit, please. There you go, eat it. Where do you keep your painkillers?"

"My bedroom..."

"Finish your dinner, cariño. I'm going to give you some, we've got work to do tomorrow, you need to bring your A-game."

"Peña, I always do. Don't mess with me."

He snorted. Feisty one you are, as usual. He liked that about you.

You finished your slice and he took you into bed, made you take your medicine. He didn't lay down, he just sat next to you, observing.

"He never took care of me like that, you know?" - you revealed, almost sleeping.

"Who, cariño?"

"Ben..."

"Who's Ben anyway?" - Javier asked, pretending not to be curious, but you were too drunk to notice anything in his voice.

"My ex fiance... A cabrón... Malparido." - you cursed.

"Remind me, cariño, why?"

"You know... All the cheating, all the lying..." - you yawn. - "I'm tired, Javi..."

"Sleep, cariño. Buenas noches, hermosa... I'll bring breakfast tomorrow morning, before we go to the office."

But you slept before he even finished his sentence.

Javier left you safe and sound, at your apartment.

However, he never felt worse.

He wanted to be with you, more than sex. More than he ever wanted to be with any woman. 

The problem is...

He's also a cheating bastard. He also fucked half of Medellin and Bogota.

He doesn't deserve you and he knows it.

Javier doesn't care.

He's not going to give up on you: on the contrary, he's going to solve all that he can before you ever find out...

But how? How is he going to keep Lorraine away? How will he manage his boy's custody?

Too many questions, no answers.

“One problem at the time…” - Javier told himself, crossing the hall and entering his apartment.

He looked around: all in order, but you were missing. He wanted to do it right…

Javier laid on his sofa… But it smelled like both of you. He got up and sat at the table in the kitchen, Lorraine’s letters organized in a box. 

Pandora's box, as he joked sometimes to himself.

“Fuck…” - he cursed. - “How am I going to pull it off?”

* 

Next morning, he knocked on the door, anxious.

The seconds before you opened it felt like hours. He was bringing you breakfast from Mrs. Hernandez's café: arepas with cheese and eggs, mantecada, marquesa and, of course, black colombian coffee.

You open, holding back a smile, wearing a black dress and boots.

"What are you doing here? Something happened?" - you sound surprised.

Javi smiled, coming in as you let.

"Yes, cariño, I told you I would bring breakfast... I don't get the surprise. Wait, you don't remember? You were that drunk?"

"Oh, fuck! I forgot... Sorry, by the way."- you said as Javi entered your home.

He pulled you into his embrace, after putting the food at the table, and held you close, smelling your hair. - "I miss you so much, cariño... Don't push me away, please." - he begged.

You took a deep breath, Javier's scent was so good, so masculine and strong... You miss him too, but how can you manage it all?

You look deep in those puppy eyes.

Fuck, you hate that effect on you.

"Can we talk about it later? I'm very thankful that you brought food and took care of me last night... But things are not that simple. I don't quite remember, I was really drunk. But I do remember that I said I dumped you."

He laughed, stroke your hair.

"Not exactly... But you did reveal a few things, including that you quit smoking and drinking whiskey because of me."

You turn your face away. You felt a stupid girl, alcohol in and truth out. Your own mind betrayed you.

"Oh, fuck. Peña, I... Really, let's eat. After work we can talk, okay?"

He agreed and you both set the table. It was all delicious, he brought everything you like.

"Was Ben at least thoughtful during your hangovers?" - he asked, casually, with a smirk on his lips.

"Peña, what the fuck? How dare you? That's none of your business!" - you screamed towards him.

How and what does Javier know about my ex? - you thought.

"Cariño, you're the one who brought him up last night. I was just curious..."

"Peña, you have no right! Leave my home! Right the fuck NOW!"

"Y/N, what the fuck?! What the hell happened to you from last night to this morning?"

"I got sober, my senses got back to the right place. And you know what? I was only delaying what I was going to say. We're not getting together again. That night was a huge mistake!"

"Your car is in the garage, by the way. Keys in the ignition. See you later, jefe." - he picked up his coffee that was on the travel mug and left your apartment, not looking back.

Next

[cosmichoneibeee]

Hi! Could I request a harbor and cypher x Latina reader?them learning spanish, dancing toghether,Sharing eachother's cultures and stuff? Hcs maybe if thats easier!

Have a nice day!

Cypher and Harbor with a latina reader

A/N: hello, asker, I took very long and I'm so sorry!! But I hope that you like what I wrote. I'm a latina myself, just not from the spanish part, so I hope I got it right. Thanks for asking ^^

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❝Cypher:

Does not understand Spanish, not at all

Knows few words out of context because of Reyna and Gekko

He thinks it's cute to see you mad, yelling all these things that don't make sense to him but seem so beautiful the way you say it

Secretly takes Spanish lessons so he can talk to you, since he knows how difficult it is to express yourself in a language other than yours

It's impressive how easily he learns the new language, in no time he already pronounces each syllable like a native

And he won't mention anything, waiting for the right moment to catch you off guard.

He gives a hearty laugh as your eyes widen in surprise hearing him say those words in Spanish in such a subtle accent

"Eres la persona mas hermosa, mi amor"

Would like to teach you Arabic, at least the basics, but he won't force you to do anything, after all, Arabic is one of the most difficult languages in the world

If you agree, no one else can stop you two

Communication in "codes", a mixture of English, Arabic and Spanish, so no one ever knows what you are talking about

Loves your family so much

Has too much fun at family parties, eating barbecue, drinking beer and listening to the gossip of people he doesn't even know

He is not a religious man at all, and sure as hell not even close to christian, but he loves Navidad, all the traditional foods that come with the date, the children excited to see the oldest uncle dressed as Santa Claus, he is captivated by it all.

And your family adores him. He is a very charming man, it's hard not to like him

Can't dance for his life, looks like he has two left feet

But he doesn't mind watching you dance

If you ask nicely, he might even try to keep up, but it won't be much more than two steps one way, two steps the other

He is a tea man and spends staggering amounts of money to get the best of the best in every cup, but when you introduce him to south american coffee...he questions whether he really prefers tea

Despite the language and cultural barriers, Cypher embraces your differences and you embraces his, finding joy in learning about eachother's traditions.

❝Harbor:

He doesn't understand any Spanish either, but he pretends to understand and ends up trying to make a connection between Hindi and Spanish.

He started to understand more when he developed a more serious relationship with you and even more when he became Gekko's coach

Ended up learning the basics in practice

His accent is horrible, but the intention is good.

He keeps asking you for help to try to get better

A puppy in the body of a full grown Rottweiler

When he tries to say something in Spanish and gets a compliment from you, he's all happy and you can see the sparkle in his eyes for the rest of the day

Doesn't even mentions Hindi lessons to you because it's also one of the hardest languages for Latinos to learn, but he gets so emotional when he sees you taking lessons

The best teacher, teaches you all the secrets for you to learn everything very quickly

Likes to talk to you in Hindi and Spanish but only when you're alone, he feels embarrassed to exclude others from the conversation.

Loves your family and loves the food they make even more

Everything has so much spice and flavor..reminds him of home

He is very popular with your relatives, he is very tall and muscular, he ends up spending the entire trip doing favors for everyone.

Spanish speakers tend to speak very fast...too fast for Varun to understand what your relatives are saying sometimes, but he never has the heart to ask them to repeat it, he just smiles and nods

Of all events, he loves going to quinceañeras the most, he thinks everything is so cute and princess-like

But mostly because it always has lots of food and dancing

And because he can show off what a beautiful partner he has, you!

An amazing dancer, for any type of dance

He may not know exactly how to dance to a certain rhythm, but his confidence and his swing make everyone forget about that detail.

He prefers to dance right next to you, glued, going round and round the room and hear your laugh for the pirouettes he ends up doing with you

Thinks you look like Gloria from Modern Family, even though you bear no resemblance to her

Every time you're watching Modern Family together and she does something even remotely resembling your attitude, he's all smiles and nudges you a few times while saying, "hey, it's just like you"

He is even more amused to see your annoyed face at the comparison

He would honestly love you even if you were a Martian, simply because it's you, but he can't lie that you being Latina is like an extra spice in his life

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@ Do not copy any of my works, translate and/or post it on others websites.

[mossyscavern]

Old language habits.

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Sam felt lighter then air this evening.

Waking up to the smell of burning candles is something he’ll have to get used to, but he doesn’t really care about that right now.

He sat up from the ground he was sleeping on and yawned, stretched his limbs and stood up before starting to climb out from the well his restless spirit rests until nightfall.

By the time he got out of the dried up well he immediately went to the unmarked grave yard to say hello to the only people he can talk to. The weavers siblings.

At first he didn’t think he’d ever get used to them, but after some months? He did and it didn’t seem that bad anymore. When he saw the siblings chatting away about who knows what, he greeted them like he normally does… except-.

“Buenos dias-.”

He says before slapping his hand against his mouth. Each weaver turned towards Sam with either a confused look or a shocked expression on their face. Sam gulped, chuckling a bit as he played it off as it was nothing.

“S-sorry, force of habit.” Was all he said before dashing out of there like he was being chased all over again, minus the candle… and being alive.

By the time he went back into the well, he was frantically panicking. ‘What the hell was that?!’ He thought, panicking and pacing all over again. Sometimes he wished he’d never speak his familial language.

But it’s a language he grew up with because of his abuela… and he just said ‘good morning’ in Spanish in front of 5 siblings from the 1920’s. ‘Why! Why! Why!!’ He thought, pacing around in a circle. “Why the hell did I let it slip!”

And just like that, he decided to try not to speak his native tongue…

Easier said then done when you’re frustrated. “¿Cómo es el amigo de este Duncan?” Sam wondered, mumbling to himself while shaking his head. “What?” Sam’s eyes widened at the response.

He slowly turned his head to see Tom, tilting his head to the side. “N-nothing! Just talking to myself.” He stammered, hoping he doesn’t need to explain what he said. “Oh, ok then…” Tom said, turning away from the redhead.

When Sam was about to do the same, Travis said something… and Sam just snapped.

“To be honest, summoning you five was the best thing to ever happen before dying.” “¡¿Él hizo qué?! ¡¿Este idiota hizo qué?!”

Sam yelled, completely ignoring his own English dialect. “¡¿que estabas pensando, Meterme con los no-muertos?! ¡¿De verdad?!” He yelled at Travis, completely upset that Travis messed with something he shouldn’t have.

And with every word Sam says in his grandmother’s native tongue, Travis looks more nervous as he backs away into the old couch. After a few swears at Travis and calling him an idiot Sam took a deep breath and left.

“I Really need some space.” Sam said, slipping back into English and walked off, leaving the weavers confused and Travis shaking.

‘… slipped in my grandma’s language again.’ He thought, mentally face palm at himself for doing that. ‘Welp, now they know… fantastic.’

He sighs, climbing back down the well, he doesn’t know how long he’ll be down there for.. but he knows it’s for a long long time. He stretched his limbs and yawned. ‘Wow, yelling in my family’s language took a lot out of me.’

He thought to himself as he lay down and let sleep over-came him.

_____________

I was actually planning this before hand..

but was a little nervous because I didn’t know much about Spanish… only the easy ones I’ve known from watching Dora, some things I learned from fanfic where a character speaks Spanish… most of it was also google translate-.

Then I got inspired by a post made by @lorinstella who talk about how the weaver fandom didn’t really have an ethnic, racial… nationality and some representation so… I thought I’d finally post this after so long…

(I don’t think I did the language justice.)

[nekoannie-chan]

Touching

Touching

Title: Touching.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X OFC.

Word count: 327 words.

Square: 2 “Sensitive skin.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Different kind of touching can show too much information.

Major Tags: Implied smut.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @fandom-free-bingo Flight Edition.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

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Kathleen had a gift, or a curse, depending on how you looked at it.

Steve found Kathleen on the rooftop of the building where he lived, where she had been waiting for him. She was alone, looking out over the city with a thoughtful expression.

Kathleen turned her head and said, "Kathleen," said Steve.

Kathleen turned her head and smiled at him, then hugged him.

“I just wanted to see how you were doing. We've hardly seen each other lately," he continued, as they walked toward the apartment.

“Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth it," she said suddenly.

There they started kissing, and everything was getting more and more intense, until suddenly Kath rushed out of the apartment, leaving Steve confused.

It wasn't the first time it had happened, but Steve was determined to find out what was going on.

One day after a date, Steve accompanied Kathleen home, but before they arrived a heavy rain caused them to end up soaked.

Steve went into the house, while Kath went to get some towels. As they dried off, there was a palpable tension in the air, a mutual attraction that they both felt but that Kathleen struggled to keep at bay. Steve took a step closer, hugged her back and began to kiss her.

"Kathleen, you don't have to face all this alone," he said, his voice low and sincere. I'm here for you, no matter what.

Kathleen felt a lump in her throat.

“Steve, I... “she began, but stopped, "I'm afraid. Afraid of what I might see in you, you know that if I touch someone, I can see their memories, but actually... if... if... if the touch is more intimate... "

Steve reached out a hand towards her but stopped himself before touching her.

“Kath, I trust you. No matter what you see, it won't change how I feel about you. "

“Are you sure? “she asked, her voice trembling.

“Completely sure. "

[sporesgalaxy]

Hi! I'm also someone who's a native English speaker learning Spanish rn. I was wondering how you're going about learning Spanish since I started learning thru immersion abt 5 months ago and it's HARD and pretty embarrassing at times, especially when even though I know the rules behind something, I still struggle to incorporate it into speech (ex. subjunctive)

Oh I'm so sorry I don't have much helpful advice for you OTL

I learned Spanish by taking every Spanish class available to me for 7 years, EXCEPT Conversational classes. The only practice I get speaking Spanish aloud is literally talking to myself.

When I speak Spanish through text I am constantly double checking myself and just making every conscious effort I can to use grammar I learned and review it as I go. I think reading and writing in Spanish, with a dictionary on hand to help me, really does a lot for getting me used to expressing my thoughts properly, especially when using words and conjugations that are new to me.

I also think that making an effort to watch Spanish dubs / Spanish youtube videos sometimes has helped me a lot. Invader Zim: Enter The Florpus is definitely the #1 reason I remember the phrase "no me importa" with so much ease lol.

The drawback to Netflix Spanish dubs are that the Spanish subs are not CC, they're a translation of the English dub. Ideally, the most helpful thing to do would be to watch a Spanish show/movie with Spanish CC, but I've been putting that off so I don't have any recommendations ._.;

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Alternate universe

I took this day to do a little mini-sequel to one of my multiverse travelling fics. This time it's the next gens on adventures. And a new magical girl.

Read on ao3 or under the cut

Isadora and Diana were in the park, eating ice cream.

“Isadora, do you sometimes wonder who you’re gonna marry when you grow up?” Diana asked.

“I… don’t know. Sometimes.”

“Me, too. If I even marry someone.”

“I wish there was a way for us to know. Imagine how cool it would be to see into the future.”

“Yeah, but also… do you wanna be spoiled?” Diana asked. “Then it’s not gonna be a surprise anymore.”

“That’s true!”

They ate up their ice cream and wiped their hands and mouths off with napkins. As they were throwing the napkins in the trash can, something rather unexpected happened.

There was a candy wrapper of some sort that fell onto the ground. 

“Fausta…” Isadora read. 

“What?” Diana asked.

“It says ‘Fausta’ on that candy wrapper. I don’t know why, but that name sounds familiar…”

Right then, the candy wrapper started flying, rather violently around. In a flash, it was gone, and instead was a girl with blonde, almost white hair with pink and blue streaks in it. 

“What the fuck?” Diana let out. She looked around to see if anyone else saw the same thing she saw. Isadora nodded in confirmation. However, looking around to see if any stranger noticed, they realized they were practically alone in the park. Weird…

“Hello! My, how you two have grown!” The girl had this odd accent, like she was talking Spanish the way an American cowboy would.

“Do we know you?” Isadora asked.

“Well… I don’t really exist as a person in this universe, but I have a connection to your parents!”

“Okay?”

She hugged them, and as she did, the girls realized she was floating in the air and brought them up with her in the hug. “I haven’t seen you since you were babies! I remember looking through the window as your mothers were on maternity leave with you.”

“But you look like you’re our age…” Diana said. “You must have a really good skincare routine.”

“Or you were a child when we were babies, and you’re not that much older,” Isadora suggested.

“Both are wrong!” the girl admitted. “My name is Fausta, and when your mothers were teenagers, they created some alter egos. I was Francesca’s alter ego.”

“Oh my god, you do kinda look like my mom!” Diana said.

“Yes. Well, you see, when an alter ego is created, they enter a universe only inhabited by alter egos, imaginary friends and made up people. We don’t age and we pop into existence being the age we were as we were created. So, your mom was around 18-19 when she created me. Therefore, I am forever around that age!”

“What are you doing here?” Isadora asked.

“I was summoned!”

“How?”

“Most of the time it requires a spell or a potion. But I can also be summoned by chance! And I just so happened to hang around in this universe today, disguising myself as a candy wrapper. And you said my name twice, and that’s the lucky charm!”

“I don’t really understand any of what you’re saying,” Diana admitted, “But sure.”

“What are you gonna do?” Isadora asked. 

“Well, what we do to the people who summoned us, we take them on a trip across the multiverse!”

“You can travel through different universes?”

“Duh! That’s basically all we do. The universe I live in is essentially just a void we float around in, so we enjoy ourselves watching how people live in different universes.”

“Okay… how many universes are there?”

Fausta laughed and grabbed their hands, as she dragged them away. 

They ended up floating in some sort of white sparkly space.

“This is the travel space in-between all the universes. I thought we could look around a bit in a few of them,” Fausta explained.

“When you say universes, do you mean that it’s us, but we live differently?”

“Yes, kind of. And there’s universes in which you were never born, because your parents married other people.”

“Ooh, can we see that?”

Fausta made an unsure expression. “Are you sure you want to see that?”

“Yes!”

“It could be interesting,” Isadora said.

“Well, alright… but if it’s too weird to see your parents with someone else then remember it’s not like that in your universe.”

They ended up in front of a house they hadn’t seen before. 

“Who lives here?” Isadora asked.

“Your mom,” Fausta explained. “But not your dad, because they never married in this universe.”

“Who did she marry, then?”

Right then, Violetta came out, preparing to pack things into the car. Behind her came three children, the oldest seeming to be Isadora and Diana’s age. She resembled Violetta.

“Is that… her daughter in this universe?” Isadora asked. 

“Yes… one of her three kids.”

“Three kids?” Diana asked, “Who did she have kids with?”

Right then, Francesca came out.

“What’s mom doing here?”

Francesca helped Violetta put things into the car. Then she gave Violetta a smile and kissed her on the lips.

Isadora and Diana stared dumbfounded.

“What…” Isadora whispered.

“Our moms…” Diana said, pointing at them.

“Yep!” Fausta shrugged. “In this universe, they married each other instead of your dads! Now they have three kids together!”

“Woah…” Isadora said.

“Hey, that’s our friend Lola!” Diana commented, pointing at a teenage girl walking up to the house. “Does she still exist here?”

“Of course she still exists! She’s not related to you, is she?” Fausta asked.

“Ok, so it’s… only us two that do not exist, basically.”

“Pretty much.”

“But what is Lola doing here?” Isadora asked.

“She’s saying goodbye to her girlfriend, who’s going on vacation!”

The oldest daughter of Violetta and Francesca went over to Lola, and gave her a big hug. 

“Ooh… so Lola’s dating her…” Diana said.

“That’s sweet… wait, but this girl doesn’t exist in our universe!” Isadora said. “Who will Lola end up with in our universe, then?”

Fausta shrugged. “You just have to wait and see!”

“Can you see into the future?” Diana asked.

“No… but there is a universe that is identical to yours, but it takes place 10 years into the future! We might get a glimpse of who you might end up with! If you have found the love of your lifes at age 26, that is!”

They popped away, and ended up in what appeared to be a dressing room. There were two people in there, and even when they were older, Isadora and Diana immediately recognized them. It was Kim and Stella.

Stella was helping Kim with a bowtie they wore. She was dressed in a very formal dress.

“It’s almost like it’s someone’s wedding…” Isadora said. “But who’s?”

Stella giggled in a rather flirty way. “Kim, let me help you!”

“I promise I know how to put on a bowtie!” Kim replied.

“Sure you do…”

Kim smirked. As Stella was focused fixing their bowtie, they leaned in to kiss her quickly.

“Oooh my god!” Diana exclaimed. “I knew it!”

“Yeah, I knew Stella had a big crush on them, but I didn’t know it was mutual!” Isadora said.

“Now I wanna see us,” Diana said.

Fausta turned to the left. “Well, here is one of you coming right now.”

Out from the door came Isadora. She was hearing the most beautiful dress they had ever seen. It was a wedding dress.

“I’m getting married?” Isadora asked.

“You look so pretty,” Diana said. “I’m jealous of whoever you’re marrying.”

“Are you ready?” Stella asked Isadora from this universe.

“As ready as I can be,” Isadora from this universe replied.

“I just wanna say it again,” Kim said, “But we really knew for so long something went on between you two. I can’t believe you’re finally gonna get married!”

“Yeah… I can’t believe it either.”

“Let’s hurry before we’re late to the ceremony!” Stella said.

“We need to see who it is!” Diana said, but Fausta stopped her.

“No… we don’t wanna spoil it, do we?”

“But I’m curious!” 

“Do you know who it is?” Isadora asked Fausta.

Fausta gave her a knowing look. “Well, I think it’s someone you know very well.”

She gestured with her head to her other side, and Isadora lit up. 

She knew exactly who it was. And suddenly her life felt even more complete. 

“What?” Diana asked.

“Oh, our time is up!” Fausta said, and suddenly popped them away.

They came back into the park. 

“Isa, tell me, who are you marrying?” Diana asked.

“It’s a surprise,” Isadora said.

“Yep… and it’s gonna be a surprise for you, too!” Fausta said.

“Wait, what?”

“Oh, didn’t I tell you? You’re gonna forget about all of the multiverse traveling.”

The girls got disappointed.

“It’s better that way,” Fausta explained, “Otherwise it could lead to horrible side effects. You will get a feeling of just having experienced something, but not knowing what.”

“Ok…”

“Well! Adios!” With that, Fausta disappeared.

The girls stared at her in silence for a moment.

Then Diana looked back on the candy wrapper.

“I think Fausta is some kind of candy. No idea what kind, but I’ve seen the name before.”

“Yeah…” Isadora said. “Hey, Diana… I feel like I forgot something I was supposed to remember.”

“Same! Huh… strange. What were we talking about?”

“Who we’re gonna marry.”

“Right! Hm… what did we say?”

“I don’t remember,” Isadora chuckled. And she genuinely didn’t. But she felt hopeful that the one she was gonna marry was someone standing in front of her…

She actually felt more hopeful than before. 

[theaggresivepacifist]

Twenty Questions

Thank you @cupofteaandstars for the tag!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 16, plus a Spanish translation a friend did of one of my works.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 73,165, for now.

What fandoms do you write for? Exclusively Stranger/Secret Forest and related crossovers, although there was that one Andor one that I just had to put out there to cope with the intensity of my feelings about the cliffhanger season ending.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

It's a close race among some of these, but:

gamsa

chilyo

chib

heonsin

haengbok (with maengse only one behind at the moment)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do, always! I'm honestly always so astounded and delighted to think of someone reading my work while I'm just out here having a normal Monday or Tuesday, and want to express that delight.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh boy, just you wait.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Since all things Si-mok and Yeo-jin related (or Stranger-in-general-related) are usually bittersweet, probably inyeon, a relatively recent one. However, the one that leaves me with the warmest feeling at the end is actually pyeongsaeng.

Do you get hate on fics?

Fortunately not! I've gotten a few weird comments once or twice but nothing mean-spirited.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do not, and the few times I've been tempted I have realized swiftly that I'm not cut out for it.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Only within the Stranger/SF multiverse so far - in other words, AUs for Stranger/SF that are based on Bae Doona and CSW's other works, which I think of as other lives of Si-mok and Yeo-jin.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Ditto Cup, not that I know of. I would go absolutely off-the-charts feral in order to get the copycat fic taken down.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! My IRL best friend of many years graciously wrote me a Spanish translation of chib.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Eh, I'm not really a shipper...? HOWEVER, @ohyangchon has given me massive Changjae feelings and I love their relationship so much.

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Scenes just sort of seem to come to me, and once they're there I don't stop until they eventually coalesce into a complete story, no matter how long that takes to find its shape. I do have an extensively Yeo-jin and Si-mok inspired novel (low-key sci-fi? space opera?) that has been nagging at me for years, but I don't think that one will ever amount to anything.

What are your writing strengths?

I'd like to think I inhabit the voices of the characters well.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Pacing, probably?

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Similar to Cup's thoughts, this is difficult because I feel like sometimes names, titles, and terms of address in particular just don't have the same nuance and feeling translated from Korean into English-- especially the terms of address that Si-mok and Yeo-jin and others use for each other. Therefore, sometimes I do transliterate. Also, as I become a little bit more comfortable IRL speaking Korean, where practical I sometimes find myself wanting to mimic the Korean clause order/speech patterns of sentences even while writing in English.

First fandom you wrote for?

I think it must have been a gift fic in the Redwall fandom (never made it to AO3, but a cozy and comforting thing to work on)

Favorite fic you've written?

I love all my children equally!!! But I do think I did some really great character work in bohoja, one of my works on a more underrated duo (Si-mok and Mr. Kang). I usually am pretty self-critical, but there are a few lines in there that I always read and think "damn, who wrote that???" XD

Who hasn't been spoken for? Tagging @gottagobuycheese, @inkingtwice, and @michyeosseo as well as anyone else who's interested!

[spanishskulduggery]

Trying some translation, for giggles, and ran into a couple of things...

1) Get that out of your mouth!  I said "¡Saca eso de tu boca!"  Google suggests "¡Quítate eso de la boca!"  My questions are "-te" or no "-te" and why "la" instead of "tu"?  Does the "-te" mean you already know whose mouth it is, so you don't need the "tu"?  Also, "sacar" vs. "quitar"?  I originally thought "quitar" sounded stronger, but I also understood it to mean "get rid of entirely" whereas "sacar" means more "take it out and put it elsewhere".  Thoughts?

2) Reality demands we share a room.  I said "Realidad exige que compartimos un cuarto."  Google suggested "compartamos", which I guess is subjunctive?  But this didn't feel like a "maybe/could be" case that subjunctive usually suggests.  It seemed more definitive.  We are sharing a room, no ifs ands or buts.

3) Now that I've typed it, how would one say "No ifs, ands or buts" in Spanish?

Thanks!

#1 The quítate is reflexive; quitarse is "to remove (from oneself)"; so for example quita esto is "get rid of that". The te is a reflexive pronoun for tú but this is a command on top of it. In other words - te quitas is "you take off" such as te quitas los zapatos "you take off the shoes", but quítate is a command for tú

A quick aside in case you don't know reflexives yet: a reflexive is when a subject and the object are the same; something someone does to themselves. There are other applications but that's more advanced grammar so just know that true reflexives work like that, such as lavar el piso "to wash the floor" vs. lavarse la cara "to wash one's own face"

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#1a But with body parts, they're very often reflexive - such as lavarse las manos "to wash one's hands", you say me lavo las manos "I wash my hands" literally "I wash myself the hands". Body parts in general don't often take possessive (my, your, his/her, etc) when they're obvious who it belongs to... you see this with things like me duele la garganta "my throat hurts" which is literally "the throat aches me" because obviously it's only your own throat that can hurt you.

You only use possessives when it's definitely not your own body parts. As an example - me lavo el cabello "I wash my hair" implies "I wash my own hair". But, lavo su cabello "I wash his/her hair" is a more traditional subject acting on a separate person/thing as the object

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#1b You could use either quitar or sacar; generally quitar is "to remove" and sacar is "to take out" - aside from other expressions like sacar una buena nota "to get a good grade"

And quitarse can be "to remove" or "to take off" like with clothes

In this case, you could use sacar but it would be sacarse... so quítate eso de la boca or sácate eso de la boca sound synonymous to my ears anyway

I don't particularly read sacar as implying to put something somewhere else, I just see it as "to take" or "to extract", similar to sacar ventaja which is "to take advantage" literally "to extract an advantage", or sacar la basura "to take out trash"

In general sacar and quitar are the same general ideas and sometimes synonymous except for when some expressions prefer one over the other

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#2 I would say la realidad exige que compartamos as well

It is subjunctive, but a different function of subjunctive

It sounds like you're used to subjunctive being expressions of doubt/uncertainty, but they can also be used for polite requests, impositions of will, or some special phrases

In these cases, it's two clauses, one in indicative and one in subjunctive as opposed to subjunctive of doubt/uncertainty which could just be on its own

As an example: quieren que ponga la mesa "they want me to set the table"

In this case, one subject [an ellos/ellas] is making an imposition of will or polite request on a different subject [which is yo, although ponga could be 3rd person singular too for poner]

You could say me piden que lo haga "they ask me to do it" or "they ask that I do it", or exigen que lo haga "they demand that I do it"

Verbs like this include: exigir, querer, desear, pedir, requerir, suponer, aconsejar, sugerir, recomendar, necesitar, dudar, esperar and things like that

But again these expressions are always with a que separating two clauses

Additionally, you'll see subjunctive used with certain phrases of opinion and/or uncertainty - so just take this as some examples

Es necesario que limpies = It is necessary for you to clean Es importante que limpies = It's important that you clean Es interesante que limpies = It's interesting that you clean Es curioso que limpies = It's curious that you clean Es fascinante que limpies = It's fascinating that you clean Es extraño / raro que limpies = It's strange/weird that you clean Es aconsejable que limpies = It's advised/wise that you clean Es sorprendente que limpies = It's surprising that you clean

Also - there are some phrases that are a bit confusing with creer, pensar, and estar seguro/a:

Creo que + indicative No creo que + subjunctive Pienso que + indicative No pienso que + subjunctive Estoy seguro/a de que + indicative No estoy seguro/a de que + subjunctive

Essentially if there's a no in front of them it becomes subjunctive, otherwise it's indicative:

Creo que lo conozco. = I think/believe I know him. No creo que lo conozca. = I don't think/believe I know him. Pienso que es azul. = I think it's blue. No pienso que sea azul. = I don't think it's blue

...things like that

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#3 In general there are three ways and they're pretty much synonymous:

nada de peros = no buts [lit. "nothing of buts"; really common]

no hay peros que valgan = "no buts about it" [lit. "there are no buts that would be of any use/good", valer is "to be worth" but it is also "to be of use" and this is also subjunctive but of hypothetical/doubt]

sin peros = no buts [lit. "without buts"]

I feel like the first one is most common. Someone starts to say pero... and you go no, no, nada de peros which is basically like "nope I don't want to hear any buts"

A more idiomatic way of saying it would be like sin quejas "no complaints" or sin quejarte "without complaining"... since quejarse is also reflexive, and if you're addressing tú it makes sense to say sin quejarte

Similar to nada de peros is nada de excusas "no excuses"

[the-tarot-witch22]

Hi, love! I came to give you my feedback about a love letter from my future spouse.

First of all, what's up with the "Hola my pretty princess"? My first language is Spanish, so it was a mini shock haha, okay, my fs sounds like someone really honest and sweet, like "I can feel why I fell in love with you, but why did you fall in love with me?" (50% joke and 50% honesty). Something I wonder a lot is if you can get to love someone in many worlds, either after death or if there are parallel worlds you get to be with that person too, so reading the sigh part gave me a strange, but good/comfortable feeling, like you say goosebumps wanting to be clingy haha ​​after that part it was like "Can you hug me?" accompanied by a sigh :'')

I recently participated in a tarot game and your message was "You are beautiful, the most beautiful person I have ever seen" and you repeated the same thing, which was amazing because I don't consider myself beautiful, maybe just pretty, but I felt like "No matter what you tell me you are beautiful" because of the "I just want you to believe what I say" and in part, even without knowing you, your energy and way of expressing is really comfortable for me, and I am grateful for that, the things you said are things I fantasize about having a partner "growing together", "making mistakes but overcoming them" and "imagining a future together (both not just for one person)".

"you are my person, my love, my princess" god, he is definitely very cute, this part "at times I feel the urge to be with you to be connected to you, to talk to you, but is it really possible", is something that I also ask myself, exactly that, only I add like "Do you really exist? -sigh-", I had certain fears about romantic relationships especially if it was possible to find someone who can match with me and have the same interests, one of them was to grow together that it is not just a while and bye, but that it can be something lasting and in the words of my fs, I never felt that he would doubt what he said, "in our home, where we will grow old, with kids or pets, whatever you want or desire," it also sounds like someone who takes into account my decision and respects my boundaries, something that I also have conflict about is what I want to do and work on in my life, I ended up studying something that I don't like, but I can't turn back, I'm almost out, but I've been trying to find something that I like in relation to it, or maybe, something that I may stray but I like it and know that someone will support me no matter what makes me feel proud and grateful, I can relate to your words, it's really crazy how I'm reading the same things I think to myself, I can say that I'm also going crazy because of the distance, but as the letter mentions, I know that it's for the best and that we will come together when the time is right, I just hope it's before I'm 25 or 28, please god.

He asked if everything was okay, and just yesterday I had a little argument with a friend, and the message he sent resonated a lot, it had come out to me before that my fs is someone protective towards me and the "I will make syre that people are treating uou the way you deserve to be treated" confirmed it to me, I love him so much and I don't even know him :''), it's good to hear that he's doing well in life, it sounds like a balanced life between opportunities in his career and having fun/relaxing, it sounded like that until he said that he wished I was there to balance it, he's really very sweet, it's not the first time they tell me that he's someone who calls attention, something that is also that they told me once that probably one of us would be more extroverted than the other and I was sure it wouldn't be me, now I confirmed it since he mentioned going out to party or with friends sometimes, I'm the type that almost never goes out, another thing is that I've always been attracted to silly guys type I'm sure I would fall in love with someone that makes me laugh and it's funny how he expects me to see his good side and not the silly goose, though i probably like both lol, being smug? omg i really like his energy and the mature-funny type is definitely my type so i'm happily reading this over and over with warmth as i type the feedback, "at times i feel i have everything but i still feel lonesome", i can agree with that, it's a feeling i have too and for that reason i'm a bit worried i won't find him, though i still trust i will, i also wish to see him soon and i also hope he knows i love him and will love him very much, being "us against the world" with someone like him sounds ideal, joyful and happy so i'll wait patiently for however long it takes (though i hope it's soon!) and the last message lol my fs i'll believe you for now~

Overall the reading resonated a lot and i was impressed by how accurate it was. I also felt that chill and friendly energy, I'm a little surprised by that lol, but I get the feeling that he will take good care of me and love me, the mention of the golden retriever LOL there was one time I remember being told that I had the "black cat energy" and that a golden retriever would be good for me.

He really sounds very sweet and loving, talking about me and his pet names, sometimes I imagined types of couple nicknames and always came up with "love" and "baby", but the princess>>>

As you say, he sounds like a very amazing guy. Either way, I will take good care of him and love him a lot, too. Thank you so much for reading!!

Paid Reading Feedback!

Hey first of all thank you so much for such a long and detailed feedback, and that you trusted me with your energy to do so!

Second let's move on to the feedback - makes sense , because I heard Hola and I was like okayyyyy! I need to type it down for you, I totally get what you felt , and I know that comfortable feeling you felt, your fs is definitely honest and very sweet!

That's amazing isn't it , so honestly it was a sign he wanted to tell you reassure you sm! This makes me so so happy! I am glad my reading and energy was comfortable for you, and so was yours and your fs, it was really sweet to read! I am so so glad it resonates with what you want in a partner and definitely another sign!!

Trust me he was quite talkative , like just he wanted to connect to you, just like you do so i say the feelings are mutual, and definitely it's a long connection and feeling you would share with him! With him you don't have to doubt , because he is sure of you, forever person yk! And dw I feel it's going to be soon but when the time is right for you both! It's for the best interest yes, I just say go with flow , don't question don't doubt yourself because your fs is a gem just like you and he will cherish you. But I also understand your fears, but don't you worry

Oh definitely he is indeed protective towards you and your energy, you two seem like a match made in heaven , oh he definetly will trust me, he and you will care for each other a lot, oh definitely he is more than happy to meet you soon , just you keep going and dw for anything, I am sure things are gonna get better 💖

I am so glad the reading resonates with you, it really gave me such a warmth to read such an amazing feedback from you, I appreciate it so so much! He will definitely calls you by lots of nicknames and you had do the same for him so it's so cute lol.

He totally is! And I am sure you both will! Mutual love respect loyalty everything you have dream of!

Thank you so much again , love ! 🫂💖

Paid Readings!

[chocovanilla]

JUUH NINE SECONDS INTRO!!!

note: I can and will edit this later. I can edit in the future

BASIC INFO: My name is Juuh!!! U can call me a lot of other things, like Alex, Lyzz, Doox, Spades, i don't care at all! I'm a Brazilian girl underage!! I like a lot of thingss but my main interest is Object Showsss!!!! I use she/her but i'm ok with other pronouns too!! I know Portuguese, English, a little bit of Spanish and i'm trying to learn Russian!

WARNINGS: My English can be pretty bad sometimes; I can use typing quirk and kaomojis; I don't care if you are furry or therian, i want to my account be a safe place! or only a place for me to express myself; I will try to use neopronous if you feel confortable only with them!; I DON'T WANT TO BE INVOLVED IN CONTROVERSIAL ISSUES, SUCH AS WAR; I can post crackships/crosships/rarepairs sometimes; Don't put pejorative nicknames on me; Don't send me things on my DM; DON'T BE WEIRD WITH ME!!; I use tonetags and i would be happy if you use them with me;

DO NOT INTERACT: xenophobic, racist, ableist, proships/darkships, pedo-, judge people based on their tastes, zoophiles, etc.

MY OTHERS SOCIAL MEDIAS:

Tiktok: main acc.; portuguese acc.; my object show acc.; and my english acc. (i'm more active here!)

Youtube: only account

Wattpad: DooxJuuh

Spotify: only account

FUN FACTS: My favorite number is 49; I use glasses; I like to draw, write and i'm trying to "learn" how to edit; I have a dog;

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Twenty questions for fic writers!

thanks for the tag @bonheur-cafe 💜

How many works do you have on ao3?

in total 265 - emmerdale 238, Lone star 27

What's your total ao3 word count?

659,962 (!!)

What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly 911 Lone Star at the moment but I do have a RWRB fic in the works (for a new years gift exchange 🙈) and I'm sort of playing with a Buck/Tommy og 911 idea because they've taken over my brain since That Kiss.

Top five fics by kudos

I'll just stick to Lone Star for this

Austin TX first responders week

It started with a concussion

Filling in the blanks

Love and Lou

See you later

Do you respond to comments?

I try to! I appreciate each and every one of them but I never really know what to say other than thank you (also I tend to over-think things). I really should make myself do it more often. We writers complain about people not commenting, but when they do, they should at least feel like it's appreciated!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't do angsty endings. Though PS I love you is kind of... emotional I guess

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them. I need a happy ending in my media - always. Though Fire Camp, Love and Lou, and Love online (god I need to work on my titles) all end with tarlos getting married - so that's definitely happy.

Do you get hate on fics?

I have in the past but not on Lone Star fics.

Do you write smut?

I have attempted it... but that's as far as it goes. Nothing worth posting!

Craziest crossover:

I've never actually written a crossover. I don't really read them either. (911/lone star is the only exception)

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No but I have translated fics way back when I was into ATWT Luke and Noah, does that count?

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yep a few times.

All time favourite ship?

I don't have one favourite ship. I have a few favourites on rotation that sort of take centre stage every now and then.

Robron, tarlos, Nancy/Marjan, Buck/Tommy (my favourite at the moment), Kate/Anthony Bridgerton, Pacey/Joey Dawson's Creek, Ian/Mickey Shameless, Henry/Alex RWRB

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

All of my multi chapter robron fics probably 💀 I still get kudos on them every now and then but i'm kind of done writing fics for them I think. (Unless Ryan Hawley gets his ass back to Emmerdale, then I won't be held responsible for my actions)

What are your writing strengths?

I don't know... I like writing dialogue I suppose. Maybe banter™ I've gotten comments from people saying certain parts of my fics made them laugh. And most stuff i write is a fluffy "what if the bad thing never happened?" kind of deal.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Actually finishing things? lol I can't describe things for shit. And sometimes it's a challenge when writing tarlos fic to not slip in British expressions. I learnt British English in school and years of obsessing over British boybands and watching British soaps have *influenced* my writing/English skills in general.

And also sometimes it's "fuck what's [Dutch word] in English???" and then i spend way too long digging through online dictionaries and stuff because NOTHING FITS and WHY IS THERE NO WORD FOR [THING]???

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Don't do it unless you speak the language or know someone who does who can help you with it. I've picked up some Spanish pet names/words in the tarlos fandom (and Spanish shows on netflix) but I won't go any further than that in my fics. And I'd rather die than use Dutch.

First fandom you wrote in?

Luke and Noah (Nuke!) As The World Turns

Favourite fic you've written?

I don't know. Most of them have something special that makes them stand out (to me). But I got kudos on The first morning the other day (aka I saw it in the email from AO3 and didn't remember what it was) and the music/musical theatre trivia i slipped in amused me.

I have absolutely no idea who's been tagged so I'm just going to leave this as an open tag for whoever wants to play!

[the-ugly-swan]

ᴉ ❝ 𝗥𝗨𝗘‘𝗦 𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗣𝗧. 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗇. ❞

□□. ॰ 𖥔ؗ ̟ ���💽 : 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐧‘𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 ★ॱ ✦ 💿 ｡ ⌧ 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𓃊 𝐌𝐞𝐲.

𝑰f there was someone as pretty, or even prettier than Cassie, that had to be Carmen. Carmen Rodriguez…probably the most Spanish name I’ve ever heard, but it suits her well. She’s not Spanish, but her father is. Her mother is Italian, that’s probably where she got her good looks from.

She looks a lot like Cassie. Blonde hair, blue eyes, similar face structure, thin figure…she’s a little taller and less gifted on the chest area, but apart from that…the resemblance is incredible. Nobody knows why…but somehow she’s the main attraction at school.

The boys, the girls, they all like Carmen…myself included. Of course most of them only like her for her appearance…except for Nate. It’s unbelievable how Nate Jacobs himself didn’t have an eye on a hot chick because of her appearance. The way he looked at her, the way he thought about her 24/7, the way he would do everything on his power to just get a glimpse of her…and not because of her appearance.

Her appearance…you’d never guess she’s barely 17. The lack of makeup on her face, her numb expressions, her wardrobe…you’d guess she’s at least on her mid twenties. Her parents also dress as politicians on a campaign, so I guess it just runs on the family.

Her voice, at least the few times she speaks, is a mix between dark and sweet…same with her tone. She has no friends, Nate was the one who discovered that. He always follows her to the parking lot after school and sometimes even to her neighborhood. He says he’s never seen her hanging out with anyone, not even with her parents, so that just adds up to the mystery.

I’m not exactly the gossip type, worse the stalking type, but I would be lying if I said that she doesn’t intrigue me. But I definitely don’t have the time or the sick mind of Nate to stalk her on my free time.

[floredaqueen]

20 Questions for Fic Writers (& Artists)

Tagged by: @buckysgrace 🥺❤️

Disclaimer!! I read ao3 fics, but I'm not able to post or type on the site because I don't have a computer. So everything I speak about will be related to tumblr, I'm SORRY!! ALSO, I will be replacing some answers about fics to art. Thank you, and I hope to see ya sooon♡♡♡

1. How many works do you have on ao3(Tumblr)?

A) I have 4!

2. What's your total ao3 (Tumblr) word count?

A) I don't even know, I don't keep track >///< (I will start doing so though.. at some point..)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

A) Stranger Things and Fargo, and I want to start writing for Bullet Train too!! I'm an action girlie.. and I love a crazy man (Tangerine/Aaron Taylor Johnson). I hope to keep writing for Joe, Dacre, and Aaron.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A) I only have for 4 fics right now, but the order of the most liked would be Curiosity At First Sight, Mirame, Feeding Time, and A Bud in the Gun! I need to rewrite Pep because I hate the way I started it!

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

A) Yes, I DEFINITELY DO!! I love responding to people. Everyone has been so kind and encouraging, and it's super refreshing to see the positive impact I'm having on these communities. I share my thoughts and expressions! I feel like what I do is purposeful, and I hope it continues!♡

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

A) None yet!

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

A) All of them end with an uplifting note so far! When I get to Nova and Eddie's story, their's will probably be the most somber.

8. Do you get hate on any fics (Art)?

A) Yes, actually! I usually don't voice my frustrations with it, but I take it as something to learn from! There was this one time where I drew Billy and shared it in a Discord server, and someone freaked out about it. They called him a "child beating racist,". It was as wild as it sounds.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

A) Damn right I do! Most of the smut I write or draw is passionate. Sweet, sometimes sloppy, but overall passionate.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

A) I haven't written one yet, but I would love to! I don't know what I would come up with, but I'm sure it would be fun!!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

A) No, not yet! But I hope it never happens! If it did, would it be wrong of me to be like, "I'm famous, Mom!!"?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

A) No, not that I know of?? If people asked, I would translate it! Or try to.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A) No, I haven't! But I would LOVE TOOOOO!! There are a lot of people i would love to co-write with, but not necessarily good enough yet to be on that level! I really want to, though! So y'know if anyone is down and goated with the sauce... uwu

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

A) ...probably Mike Ross and Rachel Zane from Suits! If not them, then probably Dick Grayson and Starfire.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

A) There's a Steve Harrington fic I'm working on that I'm getting progressively slow at writing! I want to finish it, but it's probably gonna be done by the end of January of next year.

16. What are your writing strengths?

A) I'm very good at synonyms.. also, I'm very good at easing my way into a scene! Also, it's good with coming up with specific scenes, too!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

A) I'm not good at transitions or dialogue, I always end up repeating myself, and I overthink, so my writing always ends up sloppy or vague.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

A) I'm fluent in Spanish, and I love DOING IT! It's fun to keep people guessing or to have them happy or surprised at the meaning. "Mirame," just means look at me.. but with the way my story is centered, it's sensual and gives a romantic connotation behind the relationships of the characters I'm trying to "portray"

19. First fandom you wrote for?

A) Five Nights At Freddy's... no, I will not elaborate! Next Question!♡

20. Favorite fic you've written?

A) So far, I'm proud of A Bud In The Gun! When I look back at it, I'm just happy I was able to portray the grief Chrys was going through the way I did! I hope more people find that one! I know it's starting off slowly, but it's a slow-burn, I swear it'll get better!

Thanks for the tag, Gigi!♡♡

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