UR SEAN X FILIPINA!READER GOT ME GIGGLING FOR REALLLLLLLL PLS MORE HCS OF IT !! 😭🙏🏼🙏🏼
LMAOOO glad that those headcanons actually have a niche audience. Here are some more silly thoughts I had in my head.
✧・ﾟ sean diaz x filipina!reader headcanons (pt. 2)
-if you choose to be a nursing major, he teases you for it.
He’d say “You’re not doing a great job at beating the stereotypes, hermosa.”
(It’s me; I'm a filipina going into nursing. I’m the stereotype)
You’d scoff, rolling your eyes. “You literally cannot speak. Your Mexican dad is a car mechanic,” you retort playfully, “you are legally banned from lecturing me about fulfilling stereotypes.”
He laughs, playfully hitting your shoulder. “It’s my dad fulfilling the Latino mechanic stereotype, not me! And he’s passionate about it!”
“And I’m passionate about nursing, asshole!”
The argument obviously has no malice behind it as you two are giggling the entire time.
-Speaking of silly arguments, there is definitely an argument about which culture does leche flan better.
One day, you both prepare the respective flan recipes in the Diaz’s kitchen, having Lyla and Daniel be the taste testers.
Lyla prefers the leche flan over the flan mexicano, stating “sorry bestie, but the Asian girlies gotta stick together on this one.”
“This is literally top 10 anime betrayals of all time,” Sean says sardonically.
You pump your fists up in victory
Daniel says the two are literally the same dish and that this argument is stupid
(He’s high key right)
You and Sean gasp overdramatically
“Enano, that is blasphemy. You have become too uncultured. Dad and I have failed you.”
“They were both sweet flan dishes! It is the same dish with a different name! Made in a different place.”
You pull the leche flan away. “You are banned from leche flan privileges”
Daniel leaps for it. “Hey! That’s not fair—just because they’re the same doesn’t make them not delicious.”
You fold, because you’re not cruel, but Sean is like “no, he must lose flan privileges”
“Sean Diaz!”
And now you two are playfully arguing over being nice to Sean’s little brother.
Daniel takes the opportunity to devour both of the flans with Lyla while you both bicker.
-Your Filipino culture club is hosting an event where different dances are being performed, and you’re in the group doing the tinikling performance.
(this is loosely based off my college experience in a pinoy student association)
You bring Sean along to practice one day when it’s more lowkey, convincing him to try
“Are my feet gonna get slammed?”
“Only if you’re not hopping fast enough,” you tease.
He glares at you playfully.
You roll your eyes. “It’s not hard. Here, take my hands, we’ll practice without the sticks hitting together first”
You two do just that, him copying the three beat pattern as you guide him through the sticks.
When he’s comfortable enough, you guide him as your group mates slam the bamboo sticks on a slow beat. He has a lot of fun, but does NOT want to try it faster.
He watches your group practice your performance in awe
When you two walk back to your car, he says, “It genuinely looks really cool… I’d be too scared of my toes getting crushed between the bamboo by accident."
You snort. “I sprained my ankle once because I tripped on them during practice once—it wasn’t too bad.”
He looks at you incredulously. “I think I'm way too uncoordinated for it.”
“You weren’t doing so bad earlier—you could do it.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah.”
✧・ﾟ
a/n: These were the cute little scenarios I could come up with! Glad I could provide some joy for my fellow filipina girlies because I really write for self-indulgence and was afraid my original hcs were too niche 😭 tysm for reading!
hey babe love love love ur writing, it is my absolute fav. i was wondering if u can write more sean diaz stuff??? i am sean diaz deprived and im not ready to kill my mental health by playing lis2 again yet 🙏
sorry for responding to this so late, but i am working on new sean diaz fics and hcs now! hope you enjoy the new batch as it comes out :)
Hey there! Hope you're doing well! ^-^
First i wanted to thank you for writing for our Seanie boy, us LiS2 girlies are starving out here and you keep treating us🙏🏻♡
So thats why i would like to request a little something for Sean, i don't even have a preference, i'll take anything at this point lol 🫡
but here is a little something i thought of:
•First time sleeping over at seans house as his gf.
it's cold, rainy and dark outside, just the perfect cozy weather to stay inside.
they have a great time together, when they retreat to his room they are getting all shy n careful, they start to warm up and play fight which slowly turns to cuddling - (maybe leading to some smut, maybe not whatever u feel like c:).
[Also i'm sorry for writing so much, don't feel pressured, as i said i'd take anything related to Sean. xD just wanted to give a lil inspiration in case its needed :)]
this concept is very cute! I used some of the prompts for inspo but not all of them, but I hope you still enjoy it (even though this ask is very old... sorry!)
snowed in ✧・ﾟsean diaz
fem!reader
Esteban lives! AU, College-aged characters (~19), first person POV
I check the time—9:41 pm. Diaz family movie night ran later than I thought it was, and I need to get back before the snow storm gets bad. “It’s getting late, I should probably head back home.” Sean huffs and pulls me closer to him on the couch, causing me to giggle. “Sean… I can’t stay here all night…”
He hides his pout by burying his head in my shoulder. “Yes you can…” he whines, muffled into my shoulder.
The recliner creaks as Esteban gets up, chuckling. “Mijo, I haven’t seen you be so clingy since you were nine,” he teases, walking towards the window.
I chuckle at their antics, half-assedly trying to disentangle myself from Sean’s hold. “You two, be nice.”
Daniel laughs at his older brother’s expense, singing “Sean is a siiimp” while hanging over the arm of the couch. Sean shoves his head. “You don’t even know what that word means.”
“What?” I get up and walk to the window. It is a sheet of white outside; the snow makes it looks like I’m staring at TV static rather than through a window to the outside world. “Oh… damnit! The forecast said it would start at ten!” I run my fingers through my hair.
Before Sean can retort, Esteban chips in, “Ah… well. Y/N, you might have to stay the night here… the storm is already pretty bad.”
My heart sinks. “I’m so sorry… I probably should’ve left earlier and now I’m imposing—”
Esteban softens. “I can’t in good faith let you drive home in that… I wouldn’t want Sean driving in it either.”
Esteban shakes his head. “No, mija—you’re not imposing at all. And, even though you are an adult, I doubt that your parents would want you driving in that either. Give them a call saying that you’re safe and where you’ll be staying,” he puts his hand on my shoulder, “You’re always welcome here.”
Sean gets up. “I’ll um… get some pajamas you can borrow.”
I look between the two. “Thank you so much… you’re too kind—”
Sean cuts in, “No, we’re just decent.” Esteban chuckles, adding “and anyone who makes my son happy is good in my books.”
Sean blushes. “Um… clothes… I’ll… yeah I’ll get those,” and scampers off to his room.
✧・ﾟ
I don’t know why my reflection, standing in the Diaz’s bathroom with Sean’s clothes hanging off of my body, has my face so red. Even though the largest size he wears is a medium in mens, his clothes aren’t tight like I expected. It also smells like him so much that it’s intoxicating; like his cologne, slightly of smoke, and the scent that is uniquely him, musky and sweet. I felt drowsy, half-asleep, slipping them on after I had gotten off the phone with my mom, but now I’m wide awake, enveloped in the softness of his clothes and the comfort of his scent. I must be insane.
I creak open the door to Sean’s room, stepping in shyly. He looks up at the first sound and if seeing myself in his clothes had me flushed, the way his eyes raked over me alone had me full on flustered. His breath hitching and the subtle way he bit his cheek on top of that? Metaphorically, I am a puddle on the floor. I am gone.
The corner of his mouth quirks up, smirking slightly. “You look so cute…” he teases, but his tone is so soft that my heart does backflips.
I look down at the floor, hoping the fact that the only lighting in the room being a bedside lamp helps hide my blush. “Oh, shush. You’re way too smug about this…”
He laughs. “About what? You in my clothes?”
He rolls his eyes. “Well, I am happy that I get to spend more time with my girlfriend. Sue me!”
“About me sleeping over.”
I walk towards him, flopping next to him in his bed. “You’re happy that you get a pretty girl in your bed for the night.”
He blushes at that. “Hey! You make me sound like a sleaze.”
“You take any excuse to use my boobs as pillows!”
“They’re comfortable!”
“Oh my God!” I bury my head in his chest, laughing.
He laughs with me, kissing my hair tenderly. “Oh, so you can lay on my boobs but I’m a perv for laying on yours?”
“What boobs, flatty?” I tease
He scoffs in mock offense. “Wow, didn’t know that you hated people with small boobs.”
I look up at him, glaring playfully. “You do not have boobs!”
“I would if I were a girl and you are literally lying where they would be!”
“You’re ridiculous!”
“You love me.”
I smile, nuzzling into his neck. “I do…”
He chuckles, holding me close. I feel him bury his nose in my hair, his warm breath tickling my scalp. He always holds me as if he’s carrying heaven in his arms. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me as close as humanly possible, and his fingers press gentle patterns into my skin. His hands always wander under my shirt, but just so he can feel the warmth of my skin, rubbing my waist, my belly, the small of my back—he’s just happy to feel me, to have me.
I sigh, sinking into his warmth, my legs tangling with his. “Crazy how this is the circumstance of our first sleepover,” I whisper.
I feel him smile, kissing my forehead before lifting my chin up. “I’m not complaining…”
“I’d…” I blush, hesitating before I say something so bold. “Um…”
He kisses me softly, pulling away after just a second. “You’d what, hermosa?”
I look into his honey brown eyes, biting my lip. “I um…” my gaze darts to the logo on his t-shirt. “I kind of wish we could sleep over when your entire family wasn’t in the house…”
Now Sean blushes, smiling boyishly before hiding his face in my hair again. “Y/n… you cannot say that when you’re literally in my bed…”
I pout. “You asked me to finish…”
He groans. “We can’t… you literally cannot keep quiet.”
I scoff. “You’re forgetting that you’re just as loud—and don’t say you’re not!”
His mouth opens and closes several times, stammering. “I—I don’t—I… oh shut up.”
I giggle. “Don’t dish it out if you can’t take it.”
“I can take it fine… can you?”
I hit his chest. “Stop!”
He chuckles, pulling me into another kiss. “We need to stop talking about this because I’d rather not have my dad and kid brother hear anything traumatizing.”
I sigh, knowing he’s right. “I know… you’re just… too warm… and comfy… and tempting…” I whine.
He groans. “I’m not the only one who’s tempting, hermosa…”
I lift my head to kiss him, sighing softly. He pulls me closer, whimpering softly as I tug at his hair.
When I eventually pull back, his eyelids flutter, eyes-half open and gaze hungry. “Y/n…” he says, “You’re killing me…”
I chuckle. “Sorry… I just…” I yawn “we’re both clearly tired… and I was hoping a kiss would satisfy us for now…”
He smiles. “But when you pull away I want more…”
I smile, holding his cheek. “You’re cute…”
He leans into the pillow, looking right into my eyes. “Says you…”
I feel myself melt into the pillow, but I manage to give him a quick kiss on the nose. “We need to sleep…”
“Wanna kiss you…” he says, before yawning.
I giggle. “Baby, you can barely keep your eyes open…”
He blinks slowly, long lashes brushing his cheeks. “Nuh uh…”
I snort, nestling my head into the crook of his neck. “Goodnight, Seanie… I love you.”
He sighs. “Love you too…”
His breathing slows into a steady rhythm soon after, and that combined with his steady heartbeat are my perfect lullaby. His warmth, his soft scent, and the cocoon of blankets take me under, nestled in his arms. While I was hoping our first sleepover would’ve been under different circumstances… I think this one was perfect, nonetheless.
Not a request but PLS TELL ME YOJ DO NOT SHIP DIAZCEST
I FOUND OUT ALL MY FAVS DO SO PLS NOT YOU 🙏
I DO NOT SHIP THAT I PROMISE 😭😭 I am actually so fucking disgusted by people who ship that. I had to block and mute so many people on ao3 bc if that disgusting and deranged ship and I have never used that feature on ao3 before.
Heyyy I rlly rlly love your writing makes me giggle and kick my feet fr. I wanted ti ask if u could do sean x german girl headcanons? 🫣
Thank you! You're very sweet.
I am sorry to say that I'm going to have to decline this request. I don't trust myself to write this prompt well because I am not German and know nothing about German culture. I have written headcanons for cultures I knew nothing about before, but I was not happy with the quality and ended up deleting them. I don't think I could write this for you with the quality you deserve, so I'm really sorry :(
Could you possibly write some hcs for sean diaz with a s/o that's very into fashion design and sewing? I like the idea of someone sketching designs with him in mind and surprising him with a jacket or something :3
Ofc! This sounds super fun and cute :3
-You and Sean would spend days sketching together. You would sketch patterns or concepts for garments and Sean would draw the landscape around him, characters he’s made up on a whim, or you
Let’s be real, this man is a cheeseball and will have sketches of you littering every piece of paper he can get his hands on
But I digress!
-Even though Sean can be very guarded about his sketchbook, he will most definitely be sneaking a peak at yours
And by sneaking a peak I mean leaning over, nose in your face, not discreet at all, looking at your drawings
You push him away and smile. “Your big ass nose is blocking my view!”
He’d pout afterward. “Wow, rude.”
You’d just stick your tongue out at him
-He always thought your designs were cool
-Sometimes when you’re not looking, he’d take your unattended sketchbook and flip through the pages
-He’d be so enamored with your designs
Even if a design isn’t within his personal style, he still loves it
But, when something is his taste, he wishes so desperately that maybe, just maybe, you’d make it for him
-Sometimes you’d sketch specifically designed fabrics or materials you needed but couldn’t find for a project, so Sean would take pictures of the page you drew them on
-For your birthday, Sean would surprise you with the exact fabric you needed
“How did you—did you snoop in my sketchbook?”
He looks do the ground, but there’s not an ounce of guilt in his smile. “Maybeee”
“You’d get so mad if I ever did that you, but” you kiss his cheek “Thank you, you’re sweet
He’d be blushing and all giddy after that
But obviously, in all his teenage boy glory, he’d try to play it cool,
And fail miserably
-In return, you designed and made a jacket for him.
-You’d noticed that he was super into the grunge and skater styles, so you wanted to make him a zip-up hoodie
-You made it a baggier fit, since that’s in style, and the fabric was black. You made the cuffs and zipper-lining orange and the hem and hoodie trim blue (copying the colors from his well-loved “Squad” hoodie). You also added white hoodie strings
-You also embroidered a huge wolf on the right arm
-When you gave the gift to him on his birthday, his jaw was on the floor
“Woah! Y/n! This is so cool… and did you design the wolf by hand? Wow…”
You just smile.
He hugs you. “Thank you so much! This is so cool…”
He immediately puts it on and drags you with him to the skatepark
“Look at what Y/N just made me!” he shouts at his friends
You blush, but you feel a sense of pride that he’s so happy with something you made
-Sean starts wearing your jacket every day instead of his hoodie, but now you get his formerly favorite hoodie, so it’s a win-win.
Sorry that this request took so long! You probably forgot that you even submitted this lol. Still, I hope you enjoyed <3
“Hey Sean! Y/n!” Daniel yells from the front door, “I’m going out to the market. You guys need anything?”
Sean looks at me questioningly; I shake my head. “Nah! Just what we need to refill the fridge.”
“Alright! I’ll be back in a few hours!”
“Don’t be out too late!” I tell him.
“I won’t! Bye!” Daniel slams the door behind him and runs down the driveway. I hear the car start, and he drives off.
I get up from the couch and stretch. “I’m going to cook dinner with what we have left in the fridge,” I tell Sean.
Sean smiles at me. “I’ll join you, mi vida.”
We get to the kitchen, and as I reach for the rice in the upper cabinet, I feel Sean’s arms snake around me. I smile, melting into his touch. His stubble tickles my neck as he leaves soft kisses on my skin.
“We don’t get as much alone time in the house…” he says, kissing my ear. I shiver from the contact.
“Mm… yeah. It’s summer break, so Danny’s home more often.” I lean more into his body, letting him press up against me.
“Can I tell you something, Y/n?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.
I nod.
“Those little shorts of yours have been driving me crazy all day…” His hands venture from my waist to my thighs, grabbing at the supple skin.
I chuckle. “I’m wearing these because it’s hot, baby.”
“Yeah, but you also look hot.” He continues kissing my neck.
"Subtle," I chuckle. I turn around, wrapping my arms around you and kissing you hungrily. “Do you intend to fuck me eventually instead of just teasing me?”
He smiles boyishly. “Well... I was thinking of doing that...” He picks me up and places me on the counter. “Right here…”
“Sean, this is where we prepare food,” I scold.
“I don’t care. I’ll just disinfect it later and it’ll be fine,” he says. He kisses me hungrily, lips against my neck and fingers digging into my thighs.
I moan softly, unable to control it. “M-mm! Sean… the bedroom isn’t that much of a walk from here, we can—ah!” He lifts my tank top, taking advantage of the fact that I’m not wearing a bra and latching his lips around my nipple.
“Please?" he whispers, his breath shaking, "We can always just clean up later...” he bites his lip, smiling at me softly.
He looks so cute and has me so riled up that I just give in. “F-fine… you’ve riled me up enough that I don’t really care either.”
He smiles. “Good…” he trails kisses up my inner thighs, hands fumbling with the elastic of my shorts. He pulls my pants and panties down in a single motion, letting them slip and fall to the floor.
He licks his lips, staring at my dripping cunt. “Oh, amor… fuck you look delicious.” He licks a stripe up my pussy, separating my wet folds. I squeak softly, my hand finding my way to his hair. I feel him smirk against my cunt before diving deeper, licking and sucking on my clit in a way he knows will make me scream.
“Sean~” I moan, gripping at his hair. “Fuck~ Yes baby… that feels so fucking good.”
He groans softly, letting my hand guide him. His hands grope at my thighs, squeezing them to hold me in place as my body bucks against his mouth. He wraps one arm around my waist to hold me in place so he can make better use of his other hand. His fingers slip inside, curling and thrusting up against my G-spot, and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge.
“Fuck Sean! I-I’m cumming!” I moan, walls clenching around his fingers rapidly. He lets me ride out my high, giving me soft kitten licks before pulling away from me.
“You always taste so good…” he says, licking my slick off of his fingers. I look down and see the tent in his shorts. My hands reach to pull his pants and boxers down. He smirks. “Impatient, are we?”
“Well, we don’t know when Daniel will get back from the store… and I want to fully take advantage of our alone time~” I bite my lips, pulling him closer.
“True, true,” he chuckles. He pulls my hips forward, positioning himself at my entrance. “I might have to have you later tonight in our bedroom, we’ll just have to be quiet.” He thrusts into me, causing me to gasp.
“That’s usually a bad idea—mmh~!” I grip his shoulders, arching my back from the pleasure. “Both of us are bad at keeping q-quiet…”
He groans against my ear. “I don’t care… I just want you…” He kisses me hungrily, fucking me relentlessly.
“Sean… I’m gonna cum again…” I moan.
His fingers dig into my hips, his groans almost turning into growls. “Mmm… let go for me baby~”
I moan loudly, reaching my climax. My walls clench around his cock, milking him for all he’s worth. “Sean~”
He cums not soon after; I feel him fill me up. We stay like that, sweaty and panting.
He pulls out, grabbing some tissues to clean us up. I hop off the counter, legs wobbly. He helps me stabilize, getting the both of us dressed. I kiss him, grabbing some disinfectant wipes and wiping down the counter.
“We’ll need to a lot more than that, amor,” Sean teases.
“I know! But it’ll suffice for now. Just… don’t let anyone use that counter for now.”
He chuckles. “Alright, love.” He kisses me. “I love you, Y/n.”
I kiss him back. “I love you too, Sean.”
Daniel returns 30 minutes later, waving at us as we sit on the couch, watching TV. “I’m going to go set the groceries on the counter,” he says, heading towards the kitchen.
Sean shoots up, chasing after him. “Actually! Let’s not do that, enano.” He grabs the groceries from Daniel's hands and sets them on the table instead.
Daniel raises his eyebrows. “Uh… why?”
“Just… because…” Sean smiles awkwardly.
“Okay… whatever…” he looks between the two of us suspiciously before going back up to his room.
I chuckle and Sean shoots me a glare. "Just be glad he didn't press further," I scold, pulling him back onto the couch and into my arms.
He pouts. "You enjoyed yourself just as much as I did."
The long-awaited part 2 to this oneshot! Sorry for the wait
Read Pt. 1
You text Sean that you’ve arrived at his front door. You fiddle with your fingers as your heart feels like it’s going to eject itself from your body. You try to breathe slowly to calm yourself down. ‘This isn’t serious; this is just a stupid joke and you’re not going to let him get the better of you,’ you think to yourself.
You finally hear the thumping of Sean’s footsteps as he approaches the door.
He swings the door open. He’s blushing, but he tries to recenter himself and keep his cool. “Oh, so you’re really taking me up on that offer, huh?”
You cross your arms. “Mhm! I’m not one to chicken out.”
Sean chuckles. “Seriously though, Y/n, you don’t have to prove anything,” he blushes, “you don’t have to… um…”
“I don’t have to what? ‘Take you as mine?’”
His face becomes even redder. ‘Oh God why in the world did I say that. Am I stupid?’ he thinks.
You smirk. “Serves you right to be flustered after embarrassing me at lunch.” You push past him and head into his house, flopping down on his couch.
Sean chuckles. “Well, if Mexican boys really weren’t your type, why were you so nervous to show me your fictional crush but so eager to show Lyla. That’s not like you.” He sits down next to you, smirking.
“Well… uh…” shit. How the hell were you supposed to respond to that?
Maybe he’ll back off if you push it further and embarrass him more? Playing a game of “who get’s flustered first” is not ideal but it seems to be your only option unless you wan’t to confess that you have feelings for him (not happening).
“Okay,” you breathe, “Maybe Mexican boys are my type.”
He’s taken aback. “What?”
You stand your ground. “You heard me.” You look at him right in the eyes.
He scoots closer to you.
“So…” he pauses, “Am… Am I your type?”
Shit. Fuck. Shitshitshitwhatthef-
“Yeah.” wait. Oh my God did I just say that. Why did I say that WHYDIDISAY-
His face gets closer to yours. Neither of you break eye contact.
Your feel your blood pumping in your ears. Your face feels so hot that you swear it’s glowing like molten iron.
“Well, you’re my type too…”
You don’t breathe. You don’t say a word.
It takes you a solid 5 seconds to process what he means, and then your eyes go wide.
“Y/n?” you quickly glance down at his hands—they’re shaking.
“What are you gonna do about it then?” you say, almost a whisper.
“Wh-what?”
“I said, what are you gonna do about it, then?”
Sean’s face looks as red as yours feels. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. His face gets closer to yours, teasingly close. His fingers graze your cheeks and he stares at your lips.
“This, if that’s okay?”
If you open your mouth, you’re afraid only stutters will spill out, so you only manage a slight nod.
Finally, Sean closes the gap and kisses you. You close your eyes and sigh, and all the tension floats away from your body.
His lips are plush and soft, and he tastes like smoke and berries. He rests one hand on the small of your back, pulling you closer, the other gently cupping your cheek. You fill with butterflies at how tenderly he touches you. He sighs when you slowly start to run your fingers through his hair.
After what feels like a million years and a millisecond at the same time, you both pull away. You both stare at each other, breathless.
“I… I was embarrassed because I like you,” you say, breaking the silence, “and have liked you… for a very long time…”
Sean chuckles. “I like you too… and have for a very long time…” He presses his forehead against yours.
You snort. “Wow, we’re a little stupid, huh?”
Sean buries his head in your shoulder, laughing at your bluntness. “Yeah… Yeah we are.”
You two stay like that for a bit, hearts beating fast, giddy from a dopamine high.
“You should kiss me again,” you whisper. Sean chuckles and looks at you with those big, beautiful brown eyes again.
“I really should…” He gently cups your face and touches his lips to yours again. The both of you sink into the couch, enjoying the long-awaited breakthrough in your relationship.
Note: so sorry for not posting. First year of college and its kicking my ass a bit but at least i have As and Bs. This is a very obviously self-indulgent thing I wrote (b/c I think it is too often that the reader is assumed to be a white woman) to destress so uh… enjoy! Sorry again for falling off the face of the Earth.
fem!filipina!reader, fluff
-You and Sean’s families will get along pretty well
-Because Filipinos and Mexicans have such similar cultures (we in the colonized by Spain gang) your parent(s) warm up to Sean pretty quickly!
-You both share a mutual hatred for the Spaniard conquistadors.
-Comic misunderstanding of what the word “puto” means in Tagalog vs. Spanish
you bring some freshly steamed rice cakes (puto) that your mom made over to Sean’s house.
Sean and Esteban are sitting by the counter when you come in. You excitedly say “Hey! I brought puto, want to try?”
Both Esteban and Sean look at you with wide eyes.
”Would we like to try WHAT now?”
”puto!” you hold up the rice cakes, “Filipino rice cakes!”
Esteban starts smiling, trying to hold back his laughter.
Sean says, “Y/n, that is not what that word means.”
”That’s what it means in Tagalog. Does it mean something different in Spanish?”
Esteban is snickering at this point. “Yes. It means something very different.” He laughs harder.
Sean pinches the bridge of his nose.
After they explain to you what “puto” means in Spanish, your jaw drops.
”Oh my God I’m so so sorry I had no idea; it genuinely just means ‘steamed rice cakes’ in Tagalog I swear!”
Sean and Esteban both laugh. “Está bien, hija. It at least makes a funny story.”
-You call Sean “mahal ko” and Sean calls you “mi amor”
-He brings you Mexican food and you bring him Filipino food
-Like every non-filipino, he instantly LOVES lumpia when you first introduce it to him
-You mom made an extreme excess of lumpia, so she gave him a freezer bag full of premade lumpia rolls. You help him deep fry them one day after school (he wants to share with his dad and Daniel) and his whole house smells like frying oil afterwards.
-Both of you talk about similarities and differences between Tagalog and Spanish for funsies.
-Playful arguments on which country does leche flan better
-You introduce him to ube-flavored sweets
-One time you bring ube Otap cookies to their house and Daniel ends up gobbling them all up (to Sean’s dismay)
-Cursing at him in Tagalog thinking it would be funny but he understands the gist of what you said
“Putangina mo”
“Hey!”
“Hehehe”
-He teaches you Spanish and you teach him some Tagalog
-Agressive pinoy pride >:3
-he makes fun of you for being short (not our fault that the average height is 5’1!!!)
-Bonding over cultural similarities
-y’all are such an it couple bc poc4poc relationships that are also interracial are such a slay
I realize that the LIS2 fandom is already very niche (even within the LIS community) so these HCs are even more niche but… idc! Writing this made me happy lol.
I’ll try to fulfill some of the requests I got back in September! Sorry for not getting to them yet.
Everyone knows you and Sean have a crush on each other but you and Sean
(very cliche, I know. It's still cute tho)
You're scrolling through Twitter on your phone while Sean and Lyla are joking around at the lunch table. Lyla looks at you from across the table and reaches over to poke your nose. "Hm... what's got our Y/N so occupied?" Lyla says, peaking at your phone.
"Hey!" You hold your phone against your chest defensively; however, Lyla has already seen your screen.
"Ooooo is that fanart of the character you keep texting me about~" Lyla teases you.
You playfully swat her away, blushing slightly. "Girl! Mind your business!"
Sean is now intrigued. "Why are you teasing her over a character? he asks.
Lyla grins devilishly. "Because, Sean, Y/N has a giant crush on him~"
You bury your head into your hands. "Oh my God," you groan, "Let me be in love with fictional men in peace."
Sean is now extremely curious. "Who's this character that you have a crush on?" he asks. '. . . and what could possibly be so great about him?' he thinks to himself, before mentally slapping himself in the face. 'Dude, this guy isn't even real. God, I'm stupid.'
Your face darkens quickly, a bright red blush on your face. "Oh! Uh. . . just someone from a game I've been playing. . ."
He doesn't let up. "Show me."
You blush. "What?"
"Show me. I'm curious about what your type is."
Your entire body is hot now. "Nope! I'm not showing you."
"Why?" he asks, mocking offense. "You trust Lyla but not me? Wowww I see what game you're playing."
"Oh nuh uh, Diaz. Don't you play the guilt-tripping game with me!"
Sean scoffs. "Why don't you wanna show me then?"
You blush. "Well. . . um. . . uh. . ." you stutter. 'How do I get out of this? Oh no.'
Lyla watches this unfold in front of her.
Sean pokes your side. "What are you so afraid of showing me?" he teases. He usually isn't so persistent on things like this, but, because it's you and who you like, he's extremely curious.
You finally give in -- you're afraid that if you continue hiding it and he figures out, he'll find you out. "Okay fine!" You pull up the character's page on Google. "Here, happy now?" You hand your phone to him.
Sean looks at the character page. He reads information about him and then notices one small thing-- the character is Mexican-American. He's Mexican-American. Does that mean. . . he's your type? 'No, that's just a stretch' he thinks, but that doesn't stop him from gaining a boost of confidence.
With this slight boost of confidence, he decides it would be very fun to tease you. "Ohhh okay. . . your type is Mexican boys?"
Lyla chokes back a laugh and you glare at her. You feel blood rush all over your face and to the tips of your ears.
"Oh my God, Sean. . ." you groan, burying your head in your hands.
Sean chuckles seeing your flustered state. His newfound confidence gives him the boldness to do this:
"Awww Y/N, I didn't mean to humiliate you~" he coos. He gets close to your ear and whispers, "Pero, puedo ser tu chico mexicano si me quieres. . ."
You squeak and lay your head down on the table, hiding from the entire world. While you're not a fluent Spanish speaker, 3 years in Spanish class helped you understand what he just offered.
Sean laughs at your reaction. 'She's so cute' he thinks.
You, however, find a sense of determination. You will NOT suffer a humiliation like this. You rise and look Sean straight in the eyes.
"Okay, I'll take you on your offer."
Sean looks at you inquisitively. "What?"
You smirk. "You just offered to be my personal Mexican boy? Yeah, I'll take you on that offer."
Lyla looks between the two of you, jaw on the ground.
It is now Sean's turn to blush. He was NOT expecting that response-- hell, he did not expect you to even understand what he just said. However, Sean does not want to lose this battle.
"W-well, um..." he pauses, taking a breath. "To accept the offer, you have to make me yours."
You sputter. "W-wha- how- What the fuck are you implying, you perv!"
Sean chuckles. "Well, if you want me to be yours, you have to have me. So... yeah! Drop by my house after school to accept my offer." Sean fucking, WINKS at you. "I'll be waiting for you, mi chica hermosa~"
You are at a complete loss for words. All you can do is stare at Sean because how the hell are you supposed to respond to that?
Lyla is damn near pissing herself laughing, but the two of you could care less about the entertainment the little gremlin is gaining from this debacle.
"Okay, bet. I'll meet you after school." You look at him, face red and eyes determined.
Sean is taken aback by your response but recovers. "I-I'll be waiting for you then!"
The bell rings. "See you after school, hermosa," he says, standing up, not backing down from this... weird challenge you two created.
You stand up too, crossing your arms. "Yeah, and we'll see who chickens out first, asshole."
Sean lets out a sigh he's been holding in for that entire interaction. He cannot believe he just said that... that you said... that he asked you too... Oh God...
He feels like he's going to die.
Meanwhile, Lyla walks with you to your next class to mercilessly tease you about the shameless flirting that just occurred.
You are mentally screaming at yourself, wondering what the hell to make out of the interaction.
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