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19 mexicana virgo

[cafedesol]

holis!

welcome! this is my little café ☕︎

19, latina, cabin 10s unprettiest, part of el cuartel de feas, folclórico dancer <3, education student, california girl, home of latino! percy and latino!luke, mwah! besos

reqs are open 💌

[snowluvvie]

You meet Luke on vacation with your family. Even though he’s giving you eyes from across the pool and at the breakfast buffet you’re trying not to be weird and obvious about it cause literally your entire family is there. He’s not embarrassed the same way though, he’s smirking at you, winking once when you’re at dinner with your family. Cheesy. Still, it makes you squeeze your thighs together under the table. You see him coming out of the hotel gym. His chest heaves with breath, sweat drips down his face. You try to hang back from your family cause you wanna run into him alone so desperately, but you never get your way. You’re just left exchanging glances with him, his eyes daring you to break away from your family and come over to him, which you never do.

It isn’t until you wanna relax and soak in the hot tub after a long day of scuba or tours or whatever you did that made your whole body ache, that you finally run into him alone. Shirtless in the hot tub, head resting on the back with his eyes closed, relaxed and blissful in the hot water. His arms are spread out on either side of him, a bead of sweat drips down his neck. You wanna lick it off.

When you slide into the hot tub with him, muttering an awkward and meek, “sorry, hope you don’t mind,” he opens his eyes lazily and gives you a look through hooded eyelids that almost makes you cum right there.

You end up topless in Luke’s lap within, what, five minutes? He untied that string bikini easily and let it float off behind you to focus on your tits. His mouth has you moaning and keening and arching into him as his hands keep you flush against him. His tongue slides against yours, he kisses down your neck deliciously, mouthing against your nipple and then nipping at it with his teeth and making you squeal. Neither of you are thinking about the fact that the hotel has security cameras and there’s almost certainly gonna be some poor innocent front desk worker watching you two make out and grind your half-naked bodies against eachother by the morning, Luke putting your already-sore body to work and pushing it past it’s limit.

[cafedesol]

mmmmmm so this is why I’ll be travelling alone this summer

[cafedesol]

what if you were only dating percy bc of a buy a boyfriend program?

[cafedesol]

hola mis ángeles !! who are we feeling like reading?

latino bf fic

Percy J.

Miguel O.

Luke C.

Voting ended onMar 5

[cafedesol]

comí mucho chile :(

[cafedesol]

hola amor! primeramente le quiero decir que me encanta su blog! está bellísimo!! y me encanta ver otra latina aquí q escribe x percy jackson!

le puedo pedir una historia con mi novio leo valdez? no se si usted escribe por él pero si, si puede lo agradecería muchísisimo! y si la reader puede ser latina? y el sito sea una fiesta? donde puedan bailar?

bueno gracias hermosa!! espero que le vaya bien y que esté cuidándose! tqm 🫶🏼

-🇨🇴

Baile Inolvidable- L.V

📌summary: it was hispanic heritage month and you’d been begging chiron to let you throw a festival, little did you know this festival would change your life

📌pairing: leo valdéz x hispanic!reader

a/n ayyy hola mi amor!! espero que le guste amor!! le mando besos 😽

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹

Finally! Finally all your bitching had paid off, and you have to say, what a wonderful payoff it was. The papel picado was hung up with care, and done especially well thanks to your commanding presence of arts and crafts. The music after much practice by the Apollo cabin floated through the air and suddenly this place felt a lot more like home. It had been years since you’d gone back to your motherland, but being able to bring a small piece back, a tiny piece that brought joy back into your life was worth it. Not to mention the music, the food, the atmosphere it reminded you of your mom. You brush off the tears quickly trying to move away from the past and focus on the present, thankfully Annabeth came rushing to your side,

“Y/n!” She cheers, smiling at you and bringing a concha to your face, “did you already have one?” You nod and smile.

“Yeah, I did! Now please come and dance with me?” She nods and lets you pull her to the dance floor. She wasn’t big on dancing and much less in front of everyone at camp, but she felt like she owed it to you. She was one of the few people you would talk to about how much this event meant to you. How you had been fighting to stay in touch with your Latin roots. You fought tooth and nail to bring your culture into camp. So she could sacrifice her pride for three minutes to make you happy. You were her friend after all.

The music turned into a cumbia, which you taught her a whole month before this event was planned. You both spun around, laughter left your lips as you spun each her and continued your moves. Annabeth let a few laughs of her own leave her lips. As the song came to an end, she lets out another laugh before asking,

“So, is this how you wanted this event to go?” You let out a sigh and look out at the sea of people. All the younger demigods who were just absorbing the atmosphere and those who looked like they needed this made your heart melt.

“Yeah.This was worth the hell it took to set it up.” You tell her. You give her a smile, a real smile. She returns it and gives you a quick hug. When she lets go she runs off to enjoy the rest of the event you meticulously planned. As you were enjoying the event you heard an agonising screeching sound, one you knew all too well, Leo. Turning around you see him wheeling a mechanical bull. What. The. Fuck.

“Leo Valdéz!” You shout, “Esto qué es?” You huff. Everything had been planned by you. You had spent a whole month selecting decorations, two months planning the event, and five whole months teaching the Apollo cabin what songs they should learn and what they should play, how often they should change between genres of music the whole works. What didn’t pass through your heavily planned event was a mechanical bull. Why did you need the mechanical bull? You had games planned, Lotería, piñata, El Gallito, canicas! You’d thought of games for everyone so why in the blue hell was Leo bringing an unplanned bull to your event? Your blood was boiling.

“Eh, it’s a bull mi querida!” You blink hard. You go to him and grab him by the stupid neck of his guayabera.

“Why? Did. You. Bring it!” You are about to let go of his shirt utterly annoyed at why he dares mess up your mini festival.

“Escúchame preciosa, yo no quise angustiarla. But my heart gave into all the kids asking me to bring it for a ride.” He smirks down at you and you have half the sense to smack his head but refrain. You click your tongue and sigh.

“Fine.” You don’t say anything more but move to the dance floor once again. The music continued a mix of norteñas and cumbias. You’d danced with half of your cabin before you heard the familiar beat of the fateful dance. Everyone who had an ounce of Latino blood knew what the beat was, and everyone who dared to run to the dance floor was signing up for the brutal task of not being pushed around. You rushed to the center, and one of your sisters was standing next to you. You had spent the past year teaching her this dance, you had drilled it into her so when the time came she could dance with you. The person you didn’t anticipate to be near the dance floor stood right in front of you.

“Leo.” You say he turns and smirks.

“Watch me, mi vida.” He turned around and continued to stomp his right foot with his right arm raised and pointing to his right. However right when the music picked up, he did the kick step and jumped right into the move. You nearly choked as you watched him. But you refused to lose focus. The music had already set the fast pace that you were used to. You kept a smile despite watching Leo show off the fancy move to each chance in directions. You kept line dancing and smiling, your sister had given up about two minutes in. She claimed it was nothing like you practiced. You could care less if you were being honest. The utter rush and pride of beating Leo was keeping you alive and on beat. Leo kept kicking and jumping, moving swiftly between each change in line. It amazed you honestly. And he looked hot.

Leo couldn’t stop smiling. He knew the months and years of practice for this dance wouldn’t disappoint him. The second he learned that you were a love of dance, he dedicated any “spare” time to learning and perfecting every dance you could think of. He even bribed the Apollo cabin to play La Quebradora. Just so he could hold you close, and maybe throw you around just to see your smile and have a chance of holding you tightly against him. The song came to an end and your chest was heaving. You turn to Leo and high five him. He smiled and you returned it for a split second your banter was forgotten. The song changed quickly, you recognised it and went to move away from Leo choosing to sit this one out. Leo wasn’t having that. He grabbed your arm and looked into your eyes.

“You know how to dance this right princesa.” He looks down at you expectantly. You nod and he smirks at you again. Then before you know it you're being moved across the dance floor. Within seconds the first part of the quebradora comes approaching fast, but Leo doesn’t let you get your hopes up quite yet, so you have to settle for swaying your body on his. He continues to lead, which to your surprise was really well. The second chance for you to be thrown around came when you got two seconds to prepare. Leo had tapped your hip twice and whispered, “jump” so you did. He catches you by your waist and immediately swings you to the right, and grabs under your knees to swing you fully over his shoulder and to the left. He brings you back down to a dip and continues dancing. You’re left breathless for a moment and continue to follow his lead. He continues the process of tapping you and telling you to jump each time he’s going to throw you. Knowing the song you knew all the points where you’d be thrown. You clinged to him breathless and incredibly attracted to Leo. You couldn’t lie, you always found him attractive, albeit annoying, but attractive nonetheless. You were nearing the end of the song and Leo couldn’t let the song end with the same way he’d been throwing you no. When it came down to the last few seconds to the song he grabbed you and flipped you all the way around his shoulders and right before putting you down he flipped you over his left hand and when he brought you down he gave you a soft smile.

As you two continued dancing together until the song ended he pulled away enough to give you some space so you can see his eyes.

“That, that was fun.” He smiles at you. You blink and look up at him,

“Yeah it was.” You gently raise your hand and brush hair away from his face. When you tuck the hair away, you smile up at him.

“Thank you Leo.” You try to slip away but he holds onto your waist.

“Y/n, I need to confess.” You blink confused.

“Confess?” You tilt your head as Leo sighs,

“I like you.” You blink, thinking it’s a joke. You try and push away but Leo’s grasp remains strong.

“Not funny Valdéz.” He looks at you,

“It’s not a joke.” You turn back at him not believing him.

“Y/n please believe me!”

“Why? Believe you when you shamelessly flirt and have flings with all these other girls? When you fucking flaunted all those girlfriends you had? ‘Pa que me hago ilusiones?” Annoyance bubbled in your chest as you escaped his grasp and began to walk off. He caught your wrist and spun you around.

“Y/n, se siente feo no tenerte cerquita. Eres mi ángel mi deiabla y mi locoqita. Si, yo tenia mucha novia pero como tú ninguna. Yo con cualquiera puedo acostar pero no despertar, solo con usted, yo bailo con usted.” He dropped to his knees looking up at you.

“Se fue mi sol, mi paso de luna, mi sol, mi ángel, por favor, no me deje.” You cup his face.

“If everything you just said is true, I believe you.” He stands up, and you look at him tears brimming your own eyes. He caresses your face too and looks at you with such warmth it makes you shy. He looks into your eyes asking for a silent permission, you nod and he places a most gentle kiss on your lips. He slowly pulls back and says,

“Eres mi baile inolvidable.”

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹

likes and comments are greatly appreciated:)

i hope you all enjoyed <3

con amor,

cafedesol

[lovemenotts]

awwww hermana esto si es bellísimo mi hermana 🐥q lindo!

Guyyyyysssss go read this! It’s such a cute fic :(

[cafedesol]

ay gracias hermana gracias 💞

[cafedesol]

hola amor! primeramente le quiero decir que me encanta su blog! está bellísimo!! y me encanta ver otra latina aquí q escribe x percy jackson!

le puedo pedir una historia con mi novio leo valdez? no se si usted escribe por él pero si, si puede lo agradecería muchísisimo! y si la reader puede ser latina? y el sito sea una fiesta? donde puedan bailar?

bueno gracias hermosa!! espero que le vaya bien y que esté cuidándose! tqm 🫶🏼

-🇨🇴

Baile Inolvidable- L.V

📌summary: it was hispanic heritage month and you’d been begging chiron to let you throw a festival, little did you know this festival would change your life

📌pairing: leo valdéz x hispanic!reader

a/n ayyy hola mi amor!! espero que le guste amor!! le mando besos 😽

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹

Finally! Finally all your bitching had paid off, and you have to say, what a wonderful payoff it was. The papel picado was hung up with care, and done especially well thanks to your commanding presence of arts and crafts. The music after much practice by the Apollo cabin floated through the air and suddenly this place felt a lot more like home. It had been years since you’d gone back to your motherland, but being able to bring a small piece back, a tiny piece that brought joy back into your life was worth it. Not to mention the music, the food, the atmosphere it reminded you of your mom. You brush off the tears quickly trying to move away from the past and focus on the present, thankfully Annabeth came rushing to your side,

“Y/n!” She cheers, smiling at you and bringing a concha to your face, “did you already have one?” You nod and smile.

“Yeah, I did! Now please come and dance with me?” She nods and lets you pull her to the dance floor. She wasn’t big on dancing and much less in front of everyone at camp, but she felt like she owed it to you. She was one of the few people you would talk to about how much this event meant to you. How you had been fighting to stay in touch with your Latin roots. You fought tooth and nail to bring your culture into camp. So she could sacrifice her pride for three minutes to make you happy. You were her friend after all.

The music turned into a cumbia, which you taught her a whole month before this event was planned. You both spun around, laughter left your lips as you spun each her and continued your moves. Annabeth let a few laughs of her own leave her lips. As the song came to an end, she lets out another laugh before asking,

“So, is this how you wanted this event to go?” You let out a sigh and look out at the sea of people. All the younger demigods who were just absorbing the atmosphere and those who looked like they needed this made your heart melt.

“Yeah.This was worth the hell it took to set it up.” You tell her. You give her a smile, a real smile. She returns it and gives you a quick hug. When she lets go she runs off to enjoy the rest of the event you meticulously planned. As you were enjoying the event you heard an agonising screeching sound, one you knew all too well, Leo. Turning around you see him wheeling a mechanical bull. What. The. Fuck.

“Leo Valdéz!” You shout, “Esto qué es?” You huff. Everything had been planned by you. You had spent a whole month selecting decorations, two months planning the event, and five whole months teaching the Apollo cabin what songs they should learn and what they should play, how often they should change between genres of music the whole works. What didn’t pass through your heavily planned event was a mechanical bull. Why did you need the mechanical bull? You had games planned, Lotería, piñata, El Gallito, canicas! You’d thought of games for everyone so why in the blue hell was Leo bringing an unplanned bull to your event? Your blood was boiling.

“Eh, it’s a bull mi querida!” You blink hard. You go to him and grab him by the stupid neck of his guayabera.

“Why? Did. You. Bring it!” You are about to let go of his shirt utterly annoyed at why he dares mess up your mini festival.

“Escúchame preciosa, yo no quise angustiarla. But my heart gave into all the kids asking me to bring it for a ride.” He smirks down at you and you have half the sense to smack his head but refrain. You click your tongue and sigh.

“Fine.” You don’t say anything more but move to the dance floor once again. The music continued a mix of norteñas and cumbias. You’d danced with half of your cabin before you heard the familiar beat of the fateful dance. Everyone who had an ounce of Latino blood knew what the beat was, and everyone who dared to run to the dance floor was signing up for the brutal task of not being pushed around. You rushed to the center, and one of your sisters was standing next to you. You had spent the past year teaching her this dance, you had drilled it into her so when the time came she could dance with you. The person you didn’t anticipate to be near the dance floor stood right in front of you.

“Leo.” You say he turns and smirks.

“Watch me, mi vida.” He turned around and continued to stomp his right foot with his right arm raised and pointing to his right. However right when the music picked up, he did the kick step and jumped right into the move. You nearly choked as you watched him. But you refused to lose focus. The music had already set the fast pace that you were used to. You kept a smile despite watching Leo show off the fancy move to each chance in directions. You kept line dancing and smiling, your sister had given up about two minutes in. She claimed it was nothing like you practiced. You could care less if you were being honest. The utter rush and pride of beating Leo was keeping you alive and on beat. Leo kept kicking and jumping, moving swiftly between each change in line. It amazed you honestly. And he looked hot.

Leo couldn’t stop smiling. He knew the months and years of practice for this dance wouldn’t disappoint him. The second he learned that you were a love of dance, he dedicated any “spare” time to learning and perfecting every dance you could think of. He even bribed the Apollo cabin to play La Quebradora. Just so he could hold you close, and maybe throw you around just to see your smile and have a chance of holding you tightly against him. The song came to an end and your chest was heaving. You turn to Leo and high five him. He smiled and you returned it for a split second your banter was forgotten. The song changed quickly, you recognised it and went to move away from Leo choosing to sit this one out. Leo wasn’t having that. He grabbed your arm and looked into your eyes.

“You know how to dance this right princesa.” He looks down at you expectantly. You nod and he smirks at you again. Then before you know it you're being moved across the dance floor. Within seconds the first part of the quebradora comes approaching fast, but Leo doesn’t let you get your hopes up quite yet, so you have to settle for swaying your body on his. He continues to lead, which to your surprise was really well. The second chance for you to be thrown around came when you got two seconds to prepare. Leo had tapped your hip twice and whispered, “jump” so you did. He catches you by your waist and immediately swings you to the right, and grabs under your knees to swing you fully over his shoulder and to the left. He brings you back down to a dip and continues dancing. You’re left breathless for a moment and continue to follow his lead. He continues the process of tapping you and telling you to jump each time he’s going to throw you. Knowing the song you knew all the points where you’d be thrown. You clinged to him breathless and incredibly attracted to Leo. You couldn’t lie, you always found him attractive, albeit annoying, but attractive nonetheless. You were nearing the end of the song and Leo couldn’t let the song end with the same way he’d been throwing you no. When it came down to the last few seconds to the song he grabbed you and flipped you all the way around his shoulders and right before putting you down he flipped you over his left hand and when he brought you down he gave you a soft smile.

As you two continued dancing together until the song ended he pulled away enough to give you some space so you can see his eyes.

“That, that was fun.” He smiles at you. You blink and look up at him,

“Yeah it was.” You gently raise your hand and brush hair away from his face. When you tuck the hair away, you smile up at him.

“Thank you Leo.” You try to slip away but he holds onto your waist.

“Y/n, I need to confess.” You blink confused.

“Confess?” You tilt your head as Leo sighs,

“I like you.” You blink, thinking it’s a joke. You try and push away but Leo’s grasp remains strong.

“Not funny Valdéz.” He looks at you,

“It’s not a joke.” You turn back at him not believing him.

“Y/n please believe me!”

“Why? Believe you when you shamelessly flirt and have flings with all these other girls? When you fucking flaunted all those girlfriends you had? ‘Pa que me hago ilusiones?” Annoyance bubbled in your chest as you escaped his grasp and began to walk off. He caught your wrist and spun you around.

“Y/n, se siente feo no tenerte cerquita. Eres mi ángel mi deiabla y mi locoqita. Si, yo tenia mucha novia pero como tú ninguna. Yo con cualquiera puedo acostar pero no despertar, solo con usted, yo bailo con usted.” He dropped to his knees looking up at you.

“Se fue mi sol, mi paso de luna, mi sol, mi ángel, por favor, no me deje.” You cup his face.

“If everything you just said is true, I believe you.” He stands up, and you look at him tears brimming your own eyes. He caresses your face too and looks at you with such warmth it makes you shy. He looks into your eyes asking for a silent permission, you nod and he places a most gentle kiss on your lips. He slowly pulls back and says,

“Eres mi baile inolvidable.”

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹

likes and comments are greatly appreciated:)

i hope you all enjoyed <3

con amor,

cafedesol

[cafedesol]

please pretty please send in some recs for pjo! pretty please with a cherry on top!

[cafedesol]

besos con café ☕︎- p.j

📌summary: in which your favorite barista gives you a coffee with a side of a gift ;)

📌pairing: latino!percy x fem!reader (latina implied but not necessarily specified)

📌this is a college au and maybe a azucar con cafe au!

☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎

It was six am. Six. Your professors had all decided to work against you. But what could you do? You had to wake up extremely early, just to make sure that you finished all your assignments. Most of them were due in two days from today. But you had plans. Which of course we’re sitting on your couch for half the day and then waiting for your friends to call and ask if you were free. But they were your plans nonetheless. You finished your quick get ready, which wasn’t much. You were so exhausted and didn’t feel like doing makeup or anything, you threw on your favorite clothes and fixed your hair quickly and grabbed your bag.

You kissed your cat goodbye. Of course after he demanded that you let him stay on your bed and greet him good morning. He looks at you like you just gave him the biggest disservice of his life just because you left.

As you grabbed your key to your apartment you left to your favorite coffee shop. You figured you’d wake up early, finish as many assignments as you could before you had to leave for work. Sighing you plug your phone into your headphones and listen to music on the short walk. You finally reach the cafe and smile at the smell of coffee. The cafe wasn’t too busy, considering it was six thirty, you would assume more people wanted to get their caffeine fix sooner but apparently it was only you.

You go up to the counter and thank your lucky stars, your favorite barista was working. Quickly you check your reflection on your camera and smile when he turns around.

“Picarona!” He cheers when he makes eye contact with you. You blush and smile.

“Hi Perce.”

“What are you doing here so early?” He asked as he typed away on his POS. You didn’t know what he was typing you hadn’t ordered yet.

“To try and get work done. Uhm, shit, can I get a,” he snickers a little before gently cutting you off.

“You can get whatever you want mi picarona, however I think you’ll like what I’m making you.” He winks at you and you go red.

“Uhm, okay, yeah okay.” You stammer out. He nods and flashes you that gorgeous loop sided smile.

“Go find your table preciosa, ahorita le traigo su café mami.” Your heart stopped right there. There was no way you could focus after he said that to you. Everything he said in Spanish made your heart flutter and stomach turn. You go and sit at the furthest corner of the cafe. There were a few vines on the wall next to you. You open your laptop and take out your notebook and begin the work. As you do this you hear footsteps approach you. You look up and see Percy. He’s holding a cup and is no longer in uniform?

“Here is a toasted coconut latte.” He gives you the sweetest look and gently places it on your table. He sits in front of you. You close your computer slightly and look at him.

“Fuck I didn’t pay. Percy how much!” He looks at you and just blinks. A smirk goes on his face and he lets out a low sigh,

“Ay mi amor, cómo cree! It’s on me preciosa. However if you want to really pay me, could I get a kiss?” You’re awake. You’re positive that your heart stopped. You can’t tell if he’s joking much less when he sounds like that.

“A kiss?” You stammer. He nods, but adds,

“But only if you want to of course.” You’re not sure where the surge of confidence came from but you know that you had that feeling that you should kiss him. You sigh and then nod.

“Okay.” Percy’s eyes widen and you want to capture this in a picture you close your computer and lean forward, he does the same. He leans over to meet you half way. Your lips meet and instantly you feel like your heart burst. Butterflies swirled in your stomach. As you pull away, you slowly open your eyes as you lean back in your chair.

“Uh,” you say, unsure about what you’re supposed to say now. Percy looks at you as if he had stars in his eyes.

“Will you go on a date with me?” You blink, look at him, and giggle.

“Obvio que si mi guapo.” Now you rendered him speechless.

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i hope you all enjoyed!! this is a little snippet of barista Percy and his picarona! los amo as always likes and comments are always appreciated

con amor,

cafedesol

[lovemenotts]

awwwww mi dúo favorito regresa!!! amo a la picarona y el barista percy. los adoro muchooooo ayyyyyy

you guys should go read this. definitely worth it. im giggling and twirling my hair.

[cafedesol]

amorrrrr gracias se lo agradezco <3 besos

[cafedesol]

Besos con Café ☕︎- p.j

📌summary: in which your favorite barista gives you a coffee with a side of a gift ;)

📌pairing: latino!percy x fem!reader (latina implied but not necessarily specified)

📌this is a college au and maybe a azucar con cafe au!

☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎

It was six am. Six. Your professors had all decided to work against you. But what could you do? You had to wake up extremely early, just to make sure that you finished all your assignments. Most of them were due in two days from today. But you had plans. Which of course we’re sitting on your couch for half the day and then waiting for your friends to call and ask if you were free. But they were your plans nonetheless. You finished your quick get ready, which wasn’t much. You were so exhausted and didn’t feel like doing makeup or anything, you threw on your favorite clothes and fixed your hair quickly and grabbed your bag.

You kissed your cat goodbye. Of course after he demanded that you let him stay on your bed and greet him good morning. He looks at you like you just gave him the biggest disservice of his life just because you left.

As you grabbed your key to your apartment you left to your favorite coffee shop. You figured you’d wake up early, finish as many assignments as you could before you had to leave for work. Sighing you plug your phone into your headphones and listen to music on the short walk. You finally reach the cafe and smile at the smell of coffee. The cafe wasn’t too busy, considering it was six thirty, you would assume more people wanted to get their caffeine fix sooner but apparently it was only you.

You go up to the counter and thank your lucky stars, your favorite barista was working. Quickly you check your reflection on your camera and smile when he turns around.

“Picarona!” He cheers when he makes eye contact with you. You blush and smile.

“Hi Perce.”

“What are you doing here so early?” He asked as he typed away on his POS. You didn’t know what he was typing you hadn’t ordered yet.

“To try and get work done. Uhm, shit, can I get a,” he snickers a little before gently cutting you off.

“You can get whatever you want mi picarona, however I think you’ll like what I’m making you.” He winks at you and you go red.

“Uhm, okay, yeah okay.” You stammer out. He nods and flashes you that gorgeous loop sided smile.

“Go find your table preciosa, ahorita le traigo su café mami.” Your heart stopped right there. There was no way you could focus after he said that to you. Everything he said in Spanish made your heart flutter and stomach turn. You go and sit at the furthest corner of the cafe. There were a few vines on the wall next to you. You open your laptop and take out your notebook and begin the work. As you do this you hear footsteps approach you. You look up and see Percy. He’s holding a cup and is no longer in uniform?

“Here is a toasted coconut latte.” He gives you the sweetest look and gently places it on your table. He sits in front of you. You close your computer slightly and look at him.

“Fuck I didn’t pay. Percy how much!” He looks at you and just blinks. A smirk goes on his face and he lets out a low sigh,

“Ay mi amor, cómo cree! It’s on me preciosa. However if you want to really pay me, could I get a kiss?” You’re awake. You’re positive that your heart stopped. You can’t tell if he’s joking much less when he sounds like that.

“A kiss?” You stammer. He nods, but adds,

“But only if you want to of course.” You’re not sure where the surge of confidence came from but you know that you had that feeling that you should kiss him. You sigh and then nod.

“Okay.” Percy’s eyes widen and you want to capture this in a picture you close your computer and lean forward, he does the same. He leans over to meet you half way. Your lips meet and instantly you feel like your heart burst. Butterflies swirled in your stomach. As you pull away, you slowly open your eyes as you lean back in your chair.

“Uh,” you say, unsure about what you’re supposed to say now. Percy looks at you as if he had stars in his eyes.

“Will you go on a date with me?” You blink, look at him, and giggle.

“Obvio que si mi guapo.” Now you rendered him speechless.

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i hope you all enjoyed!! this is a little snippet of barista Percy and his picarona! los amo as always likes and comments are always appreciated

con amor,

cafedesol

[cafedesol]

Azucar con Cafe - p.j

📌summary: in which the cafe you frequent mr. barista has some sweet words for you.

📌pairing: percy & you

☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎

The cafe smelled exactly like a nice dark roast. You walk to the counter and stare at the menu trying to figure out what you feel like drinking. You’re unsure of what to order, everything looks great. But above everything else, there was one barista that you were dying to see. Dying to talk and dying to see. He turned around and your stomach flipped. There he was. Gorgeous as ever.

“Hi, welcome to Azucar con Cafe, Oh hi, what are we trying today?” You glance at the menu and sigh, and pout.

“I don’t know, everything looks so good.” He laughs and your stomach flips. He flashes you a smile.

“You always try something new, so why don’t you let me pick hm?” You smile and nod. You take your wallet out of your purse and look at the display shelf of the pastries.

“Can I get a chocolatin please?” Percy smiles at you and laughs. He nods and opens the pastry box. He gently gets the chocolate croissant out and then looks back at you with that gorgeous smile.

“Do you want it warmed picarona?” You click your tongue and nod. He hadn’t stopped calling you picarona and you can’t say it wasn’t affecting you. It made you blush each time, and sometimes you wondered if he actually remembered or even knew the meaning of the word.

“Alright picarona, it’ll be $4.40.” You furrow your brow and look at him like he has gone insane.

“$4.40 for a coffee and pastry? Percy, I think your math skills or computer have failed you.” You tell him as you look at the pricing for both the pastry and coffee. He laughs at you and then tells you,

“Chiqui, it’s only $4.40 because I’m charging you for a shot of espresso and the chocolatin. So calmate.” You roll your eyes but stutter none the less.

“Percy, thank you.” You smile and he smiles back at you happily.

“No problem, chiquis now I’ll have your coffee out in a second okay?” You nod and take a seat next to the window that faces the street. Opening your laptop you start on the terrible task that is your school work. You effortlessly ignore ⅓ of the to-do assignments. Sighing you open the assignment for your interpersonal communications course and let out a small groan seeing that it’s a project week. When you look up again you see Percy standing infront of your table.

“Percy! You scared me.” He let’s out a chuckle and puts a cup down.

“I made you a sugar cookie latte,” He smiles as you take a sip of the latte.

“Thank you Perce.” He nods and throws another smile your way.

“Anytime picarona. Let me know when you’re done with that one and I’ll make you something new okay?” You nod and go back to pretending to work, but the flutter in your stomach is enough to distract you. Before he goes back to his job he looks back at you and says,

“Oh and next time, next time you owe me a date okay?” Your face burned at the comment. You stutter out a okay, and sip the coffee.

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AH i hope you sweethearts enjoy! I feel like this is mega trash but hopefully my writing gets better! Likes and comments are truly appreciated.

Much love <3

cafedesol

[awkwardlysartic]

😍😘

[cafedesol]

ayyyy gracias amorrr 💗

[skogensro]

this is how that one scene in blood of olympus went right

[pretty-side-of-the-moon]

Disgusting gross stalker Luke castellan loml ○°୨ৎ♡

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

Luke didn't mean for it to get this bad. Really it isn't even that bad.. he just wanted to get close to you !

And, clearly, you were too shy to talk to him on your own... so he might as well get to know you how ever he could !

And really, of you didn't wanna be watched, you should've pinned your curtains shut. Or locked your door.

It wasn't obsession. He could stop, if he wanted, he was sure.

But he really, really didn't want to stop.

Not when it was so easy to slip onto your cabin eveynight while you were in the showers. Not when you lived all alone in cabin thirteen. Not when you always left your dirty panties right on top of your hamper and how obvious you were when a pair or two went missing..

And you were in the shower now, so of course he slipped in, and he wasn't going to look.. but the door was cracked.. and he could hear you whimpering and oh gods you were touching yourself, weren't you?

He froze, but he could see you in the crack in the curtain reflected in the mirror...

He really couldn't help himself from gripping his own cock as he watched you, and he just so happened to have his digital camera.. a few pictures wouldn't hurt..

He watched as you rubbed your clit, eyes squeezed shut, and poor thing! You clearly couldn't get yourself off..

He'd have to help you with that after you'd gone to bed tonight.

He felt almost bad, Cumming on your underwear while you clearly couldn't get off.. but he really couldn't help it when you were soo pretty!!

He slipped on quickly after that, flushed, not even realized that he had dropped your panties on his way out!

And leaving you... you who had see him, and rubbed yourself harder, wishing that he would just get the confidence to come help you!

[cafedesol]

when did we get soo hot????

[cafedesol]

ayeeee gracias mis amores por los 4 seguidores. aunque no sean muchos los agradezco mucho desde el fin de mi corazón

ahhhh thank you for the 4 followers. though they’re not a lot i appreciate it from the bottom of my heart.

- con amor-

cafedesol

[cafedesol]

Azucar con Cafe - p.j

📌summary: in which the cafe you frequent mr. barista has some sweet words for you.

📌pairing: percy & you

☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎

The cafe smelled exactly like a nice dark roast. You walk to the counter and stare at the menu trying to figure out what you feel like drinking. You’re unsure of what to order, everything looks great. But above everything else, there was one barista that you were dying to see. Dying to talk and dying to see. He turned around and your stomach flipped. There he was. Gorgeous as ever.

“Hi, welcome to Azucar con Cafe, Oh hi, what are we trying today?” You glance at the menu and sigh, and pout.

“I don’t know, everything looks so good.” He laughs and your stomach flips. He flashes you a smile.

“You always try something new, so why don’t you let me pick hm?” You smile and nod. You take your wallet out of your purse and look at the display shelf of the pastries.

“Can I get a chocolatin please?” Percy smiles at you and laughs. He nods and opens the pastry box. He gently gets the chocolate croissant out and then looks back at you with that gorgeous smile.

“Do you want it warmed picarona?” You click your tongue and nod. He hadn’t stopped calling you picarona and you can’t say it wasn’t affecting you. It made you blush each time, and sometimes you wondered if he actually remembered or even knew the meaning of the word.

“Alright picarona, it’ll be $4.40.” You furrow your brow and look at him like he has gone insane.

“$4.40 for a coffee and pastry? Percy, I think your math skills or computer have failed you.” You tell him as you look at the pricing for both the pastry and coffee. He laughs at you and then tells you,

“Chiqui, it’s only $4.40 because I’m charging you for a shot of espresso and the chocolatin. So calmate.” You roll your eyes but stutter none the less.

“Percy, thank you.” You smile and he smiles back at you happily.

“No problem, chiquis now I’ll have your coffee out in a second okay?” You nod and take a seat next to the window that faces the street. Opening your laptop you start on the terrible task that is your school work. You effortlessly ignore ⅓ of the to-do assignments. Sighing you open the assignment for your interpersonal communications course and let out a small groan seeing that it’s a project week. When you look up again you see Percy standing infront of your table.

“Percy! You scared me.” He let’s out a chuckle and puts a cup down.

“I made you a sugar cookie latte,” He smiles as you take a sip of the latte.

“Thank you Perce.” He nods and throws another smile your way.

“Anytime picarona. Let me know when you’re done with that one and I’ll make you something new okay?” You nod and go back to pretending to work, but the flutter in your stomach is enough to distract you. Before he goes back to his job he looks back at you and says,

“Oh and next time, next time you owe me a date okay?” Your face burned at the comment. You stutter out a okay, and sip the coffee.

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AH i hope you sweethearts enjoy! I feel like this is mega trash but hopefully my writing gets better! Likes and comments are truly appreciated.

Much love <3

cafedesol

[lovemenotts]

awww the way he calls her picaorna 🥹 lo amo

[cafedesol]

ay ternura graciassss i am sooo happy you love him and hopefully the fic <33

[cafedesol]

Azucar con Cafe - p.j

📌summary: in which the cafe you frequent mr. barista has some sweet words for you.

📌pairing: percy & you

☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎☕︎

The cafe smelled exactly like a nice dark roast. You walk to the counter and stare at the menu trying to figure out what you feel like drinking. You’re unsure of what to order, everything looks great. But above everything else, there was one barista that you were dying to see. Dying to talk and dying to see. He turned around and your stomach flipped. There he was. Gorgeous as ever.

“Hi, welcome to Azucar con Cafe, Oh hi, what are we trying today?” You glance at the menu and sigh, and pout.

“I don’t know, everything looks so good.” He laughs and your stomach flips. He flashes you a smile.

“You always try something new, so why don’t you let me pick hm?” You smile and nod. You take your wallet out of your purse and look at the display shelf of the pastries.

“Can I get a chocolatin please?” Percy smiles at you and laughs. He nods and opens the pastry box. He gently gets the chocolate croissant out and then looks back at you with that gorgeous smile.

“Do you want it warmed picarona?” You click your tongue and nod. He hadn’t stopped calling you picarona and you can’t say it wasn’t affecting you. It made you blush each time, and sometimes you wondered if he actually remembered or even knew the meaning of the word.

“Alright picarona, it’ll be $4.40.” You furrow your brow and look at him like he has gone insane.

“$4.40 for a coffee and pastry? Percy, I think your math skills or computer have failed you.” You tell him as you look at the pricing for both the pastry and coffee. He laughs at you and then tells you,

“Chiqui, it’s only $4.40 because I’m charging you for a shot of espresso and the chocolatin. So calmate.” You roll your eyes but stutter none the less.

“Percy, thank you.” You smile and he smiles back at you happily.

“No problem, chiquis now I’ll have your coffee out in a second okay?” You nod and take a seat next to the window that faces the street. Opening your laptop you start on the terrible task that is your school work. You effortlessly ignore ⅓ of the to-do assignments. Sighing you open the assignment for your interpersonal communications course and let out a small groan seeing that it’s a project week. When you look up again you see Percy standing infront of your table.

“Percy! You scared me.” He let’s out a chuckle and puts a cup down.

“I made you a sugar cookie latte,” He smiles as you take a sip of the latte.

“Thank you Perce.” He nods and throws another smile your way.

“Anytime picarona. Let me know when you’re done with that one and I’ll make you something new okay?” You nod and go back to pretending to work, but the flutter in your stomach is enough to distract you. Before he goes back to his job he looks back at you and says,

“Oh and next time, next time you owe me a date okay?” Your face burned at the comment. You stutter out a okay, and sip the coffee.

⋆˙⟡⋆˙⟡

AH i hope you sweethearts enjoy! I feel like this is mega trash but hopefully my writing gets better! Likes and comments are truly appreciated.

Much love <3

cafedesol

[fantasmon]

Óigame no, Percy ya me trae mal ¿Y ahora me va a dar café y panecito? ¿Y a decir cosas bonitas en español? (ミ⁠●﹏☉⁠ミ;⁠)

[cafedesol]

Ay amor espero que eso es porque le gusto y no porque le incomode amor <3 gracias por sus comentarios lo aprecio muchísimo 💗

[cafedesol]

rip leo valdez you would’ve loved bad bunny 💔