A/N: I wrote this a long ago when I had just watched OBX, and the writing style and quality might not my typical one, so I apologize for that. Also, I no longer write for this fandom, so please donāt send in requests for it.
contents/warnings: The reader is mentioned to be tall and speaks spanish. Mentions of drinking, partying, kissing, etc. The readerās class is left unmentioned, so they can be a kook or pogue.
Your uncle eyed your half-asleep form on the leather couch, watching Blue's Clues on the TV with your little cousin. Tired eyes stayed closed for a few seconds every time they blinked. He had enough of this laziness: of you sitting around his house like a useless houseplant, instead of helping him clean the hurricane's mess.
He slammed his fist onto the kitchen counter, creating a loud bang, which startled you and your little cousin. You quickly turned around, confusion written all over your features.
"Huh-?"
"It's time for you to get off your lazy ass and do something with your time." Before you could even vocalize a word, he dug into his pocket. His red leather wallet, adorned with a golden stitched tiger, opened by his chubby fingers. A crisp, 100$ bill soon in between his index and middle finger came into view, "Ya want this?"
You squinted your eyes in suspicion. "Hundred dollars?" You furrowed your eyebrows, soon glancing at JC beside you. From the eye contact shared, you noticed the 6-year-old himself had his doubts. You slowly glanced up at your uncle again, "for what..?"
A genuine smirk slid along your uncle's face, his golden tooth shining proudly among his white teeth. "Go and clear the mess out there, and youāll be receiving this beauty by the end of the day."
You immediately groaned. You knew it was hot outside- burning hot. "Noooooo..."
"Yeeeeessss..." Uncle Jarome gave you a tight-lipped smile. He sauntered over to the couch, picking JC up with his muscular arms and resting him on his hip. " Go on before I make you do it without pay."
He then whispered something into his boy's ear, earning an even more suspicious look from you.
"O si no, papi le va a decir a tu papi que..."
The little boyās eyes quickly darted to his fatherās, your uncle whispering into his ear once again.
"Que te de una patada en tu cola."
You rolled your eyes as your uncle smiled mischievously, your little cousin soon following suit. They then disappeared from the living room, leaving Steve's voice echoing through the room from the TV.
"Ughhh..."
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The sun was now setting, shining its last rays of heat on the murky waters of the canal. Your squinted eyes gazed at the grey, cotton clouds floating up in the sky as squawks of the passing birds filled your ears.
You had been working all afternoon, clearing out the broken branches and palm tree leaves from the backyard. The loose tanktop rested upon your torso, sticking to every inch and crevice of your body.
God, that sexy, green piece of paper didn't seem so appealing now as it did then.
As you sat on a beach chair with your chest heaving and sweat dripping on your forehead, your aunt's figure sheltered you from the light. She held out her arm and handed you a cold bottle of water with a sympathetic smile.
"We're done packing for the trip, so we're about to head off. You need anything before we leave, sugar?"
"No, I'm fine. What time will you be getting back on Sunday?" You opened the cap, the coldness making your hands numb.
"Prolly 'round," She thought for a few seconds, "uh, 4 PM? Sometime in the afternoon." She watched you as you chugged down the water, thirst taking over your body.
You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, "mkay, uh- so feed the dog and water the plants? That's all I gotta do?" You looked up at her, finding she was examining all the work you did.
"Hm? oh yeah, and keep it clean, please." She continued to scan your surroundings with a rather impressed face. "Did a pretty good job, kid." She got closer and grabbed your cheeks, squishing them till your lips pucked. After giving you a small smile, she patted your cheek and walked away. "bah-bye!"
"Bye."
By the time you completed all the work around the house, faint voices shouting from who knows where can be heard. It was probably another party some kooks were throwing. Who cares. As your bare feet stepped on the wet blades of grass, someone called out your name. If you weren't so tired, you probably would've realized the shout came from your smiling girlfriend.
You didn't see anyone; it was just you in the dark backyard and murky waters illuminated by the white moon.
"The idiot's probably sleeping." You could decipher a faint, masculine voice coming from across the canal.
The loud whirring of what you assumed was a boat's motor soon became louder and louder as it got closer. You jogged to the edge of your uncle's backyard, feet stopping on old, damp wood. Your head whipped to the left as your body slightly leaned forward, eyes furrowing as you squinted your eyes.
There they were, screaming and shouting to you. John B, JJ, Pope, and the one and only Kie. Your tired state left your body, replaced by annoyance and fear. You weren't allowed to have any friends over while you were house-sitting, something explicitly and thoroughly made clear when the rules were being explained to you.
Ever since a tiny- well, not so miniature- incident happened last year, you haven't been able to have more than one person over while your uncle and aunt were away.
Your tall figure stood dark from your friends' view, the panic on your face unnoticeable by them. As they neared, they kept screaming at you. Though you were too busy to respond, instead, looking around the houses for any sign of ādanger.ā
"Hey, you!!" JJ shouted, his toothy smile aimed towards you. Before you could tell them to shut up, John B decided to cut in.
"We brought beer! Your favorite one, yeah?" He shot you a smirk, eyebrows shooting upwards too. You rolled your eyes, quickly climbing on the boat with the help of Pope's hand, earning a small greeting from him too.
Before you scolded the group of teenagers for the blatant noise they created, your eyes immediately find Kie's. A smile replaces your frown, though not as big as the one decorating her pretty face. Her arms are held out as if reaching for you. You quickly walk up to her and place your hands on her waist, pulling her close. A disgusted groan could be heard from someone, most likely JJ.
You snap your head towards the group of friends, all examining the interaction between your girlfriend and you. "Shut it. Now stop looking at us, it's weird." They all simultaneously look away, carrying along with their conversations.
Turning back to your girlfriend, you notice she was gazing out into the dark waters. You lift your hands from her hips and wrap them around her face for her to look at you. You tilt your head down, delicately kissing her as a soft smile bloomed upon both your faces.
"Hi." She squeaked out, both of you studying each other's faces. A wide grin split across your face, then sprinkling quick pecks on her lips.
"Hey, pretty girl." Her arms, which were resting upon your shoulders, tightened you into a hug, pulling you down from the height difference. You took this as an advantage to extend your arms further down, gripping her thighs and pulling her up. She wrapped her legs around your hips and pulled her face from the crook of your neck.
Before either of you could utter a word, JJ's voice cut through the silent atmosphere. "Ok, that's enough lovey-dovey shit, I can't take it. Time to party, bitches!" He quickly pulled the lever and the engine started whirring.
You sighed, instantly giving in. $100 can buy a lot of booze, can it not?
āµ first; after pining for months, the couple share their first kiss with hushed whispers and feather-light touches.
āµ morning; after spending the first night together, character a spends their morning admiring character b before they wake up.
āµ midnight; the couple dance together in the kitchen to the soft music of a radio on the first night they stay together.
āµ comfort; character a has never cried in front of character b before, but after a particularly hard day character b finds them curled up crying, and holds them whilst whispering words of comfort.
āµ secret; the couple have been dating for a while but try to keep it a secret from their friends because of how they would react (positively or negatively). ensues a lot of sneaking around, secret touches, and kisses when nobody is looking.
āµ love; character a builds up the courage to finally tell character b that they love them, but gets way too emotional and can barely get the words out.
āµ drink; the couple spend their first night in their own place by drinking together, and spending the night on the sofa talking about anything and everything.
āµ blind; the coupleās friends set them up on a blind date, unaware that they are already dating in secret.
āµ pink; character a gets flustered easily, even though they have been dating character b for a few weeks, and character b takes amusement in making their significant other all flustered.
āµ defend; character a is being picked on, and character b accidentally lets their relationship be known to everyone else when they start a fight for character a.
āµ study; character a offers to help character b study for a subject, but every time they try to focus they end up ignoring the work and kissing/talking instead.
dialogue
āµ āyouā¦ you like me?ā āi thought it was pretty obvious.ā
āµ āi missed you so much.ā āitās been an hour.ā āi know, too long.ā
āµ āi love you.ā āi love you more.ā āno i love you more-ā
āµ āyouāve got that look again.ā āwhat look?ā āthat look when i kiss you. when you go all flustered on me.ā
āµ ā[name] asked me out today.ā āwhere are they?ā āwoah, are you jealous?ā
āµ ādo i look okay?ā āyou look breathtaking. and iām not just saying that because i have to.ā
āµ āweāre supposed to be focusing.ā ābut youāre just so distracting.ā
āµ āshh, theyāre going to hear you!ā
āµ āi can just sneak in tonight.ā
āµ āiāve never felt this way about somebody beforeā¦ youāre everything.ā
āµ āthey bet on us getting together. [name] is gonna be rich.ā
āµ āeveryoneās staring at us. weāre just holding hands.ā
āµ āhow did i ever survive before you?ā
āµ ācan i kiss you?ā
āµ āi really need a hug right now.ā
āµ ācan you stay tonight? please?ā
āµ āmy parents are going to love you.ā
āµ ādo you think theyāll like me?ā
āµ āi know weāre young, but i also know that iām going to spend the rest of my life with you.ā
send me one or two dialogue prompts and a character and I'll turn it into either a blurb or a scenario- you can give a little plot idea if you have something specific in mind <3
someone PLEASE write a prince! remus lupin x gender neutral royal guard!reader fic where theyāre forbidden to be together but remus persues the reader anyway until they get caught and itās just angst angst angst and fluffy endingā¹ļø
There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.
Edit- I added the visualizer for this piece on my YT, check it out here
Absolutely wild that Doctor Strange 1 had a MASSIVE whitewashing/orientalism controversy with the ancient one:
And they thought it was a good idea for the sequel to not only have ANOTHER whitewashed character (that is also Jewish erased):
But also some lightwashing for good measure:
And SOMEHOW they are completely getting away with it this time. Do people just not care about Roma and Afro Latina people? Are marvel fans so blindly loyal that they'll praise any "diversity" no matter how bad it is? Is Disney just so powerful at this point that they have zero accountability?? Who the fuck knows anymore.
ā ITāS NOT LIVING ā | oneshot ā andrew!peter parker
summary | Peter was having difficulty balancing being in a committed relationship with you and being Spiderman.
pairing: peter parker x reader
genre: very angsty, lovers to strangers
length: 1.5k words
cw: no nwh spoilers, gender-neutral reader, Andrewās Peter suffering once more, someone give that man a hug, youāre his MJ, one-sided pinning, mentions of cheatingĀ Ā
song(s) to listen to:Ā Itās not living (if itās not with you) by The 1975
a/n | I hope all of Andrewās fans are in TEARS as a result of this. Now Iām basing my recent fanfics on songs.
m.list ā nav. ā edited & spell checked!
He falls asleep during conversations.
āPeter.āĀ
The white man flinched, his eyes widening as a sudden smile creaked on his face.
Peter sat with his head on top of his folded arms, slouching to lean against the library desk. Across from him sat you, the light of his life despite the irritated scowl on your lips.
description: Headcanons of being hispanic and dating Jamie boy<3
contents/warnings: Reader speaks Spanish and is closely connected to their culture. Sexual themes/descriptions (under the cut), slight mentions of James being a sub lmao, and i think thatās it. if i forgot any, please let me know. <3
a/n: hi, im back and do i have something for yaš« i wanted to make some Hispanic!reader HCs due to the lack in this fandom, so here we are. I tried to make it as vague as possible, since i want all of hispanic nationalities to feel included:) I hope you enjoy and leave some feedback !
Ā» no descriptions of readerās physical appearance nor sexual orientation, besides being attracted to James. Also, i HC James as Indian- so thereās mentions of that:)
Ā» fun fact, my native language is spanish !
masterlist
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General topics
Calling James cute petnames in Spanish just to make him blush.
Lindo, guapo, mi rey, etc.
Youāll have him blushing even though he doesnāt know what any of them mean.
Showing him the music and foods of your country, as well as teaching him to dance to said music.
He begged you to teach him how to dance to them
He steps several times on your feet if youāre teaching him a partnered danceš
when coming back home for christmas break(if you celebrate it), youāll show him your familyās customs.
christmas break is 2-3 weeks, so youāll teach him about Los Tres Reyes Magos
and how you need to leave food for the camels, so you go out with him and your siblings (if you have any) to look out for the best grass
heāll be so excited to meet your family
and showing off his spanish speaking skills
him pronouncing words incorrectly so that leads to everyone being confused
when you come back from break, heās constantly speaking in spanish to you
like youāll be in class and heāll whisper to you in spanish in a terrible english accent
but itās okay cause his cheeky smile makes up for it
one time when he visited, your grandpa introduced him to mate š§
and he absolutely hated it
according to him itās āthe nastiest thing iāve ever tasted in my lifeā
BUT HE DIDNT SAY ANYTHING CAUSE HE WANTS TO GET ALONG WITH UR GRANDPA
hell be like āoh! i love it!ā while he tried to hide his expression of disguist
so the next christmas, your grandpa sends him a gift
and it turned out to be mate
him researching about your culture and reading many books about it
all for you
before you started dating, he didnāt know any spanish at all
so when he decided to ask you out, he chose to ask you in spanish
shocker, he had to end up asking you in english cause you couldnāt comprehend what he was sayingš
he was a stuttering mess after that tho like
it was so adorable
okay so i headcanon james as half indian on his motherās side, his father being scottish
so like i can imagine both of you sharing about your cultures and languages
youāll learn a bit of his native tongue and heāll learn of yours, like i said before
you two teaching eachother how to cook typical dishes of your cultures
as well as baking
he loves it
iād love to talk more about jamesā culture but this is about you, so iāll leave that for another post:)
I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS
nsfw under the cut
Sexual themes ahead
Likes to be dirty talked in Spanish.
you canāt tell me otherwise.
Since youāve taught him a lot about your language, he definitely knows a few words.
So when you grasp his jaw, look him deep in his eyes as you smooth talk in your language- heāll be shaking like a bitch
All readers are welcome, just specify the gender/pronouns.
ex. ācould you write a sirius black x gn!reader, whereā¦ā
if you request a fem!reader, i may write it as gender neutral.
you can be as detailed or as vague as youād like with the plot. just make sure you include all the things you want in the request, i canāt read minds !
ex. āā¦the reader and sirius are quidditch rivals and they always prank eachotherā¦ā etc.
you can request for any relationship, as long as itās not immoral. i will not write teenage characters with adults, if this annoys you- you are not welcome.
ex. āHi could i have a wolfstar drabble whereā¦ā
ex. of what NOT to do: ācould i have a hermione granger x sirius black time travel fic whereā¦ā
I will not write:
smut.
teacher/student.
I will write:
fluff, angst, and suggestive themes. (like making out, but nothing explicit)
drabbles, oneshots, dialogue, headcanons, and scenarios.
character x character & character x reader
other
if you have any questions, feel free to send in (an) ask(s) anytime youād like.
Warnings :: DARK THEMES, Depression, Mentions of Death, Mourning
Word Count ::Ā 2,025
Summary :: As a dream walker, you help people heal and move on. One day, you end up in the dream of someone mourning.
A/N :: Tbh, Idk if Iāll make a part two to this or not, but if I do, Iāll try my hardest to continue making the reader gender neutral.
Also, there will probably be some mistakes because itās almost 3 am and I did not proof read at all. I am very tired, but also, very happy I was able to write this.
Your grandparents always told you to never get too attached to the people you helped with your gift. They were strangers who needed guidance and you were nothing more than a shove in the right direction for them.Ā
Too bad you had the habit of making things personal, taking other peopleās problems to heart.
You had entered countless dreams, witnessed various dark and depressed mental states of mind, but this one had to have been one of the worst. Sitting alone in the middle of a broken clock tower was a young man similar in age to you, surrounded by clogs, gear wheels, and other various parts that had fallen. The broken bell toll was deafening to the point you had to cover your ears.
