Hispanic!Reader Fanfic Universe Headcanons

tysm for writing Fiancé Girlfriend, I loved it and it was exactly what i wanted<3

So happy you loved it! If you have any other ideas, feel free to ask! It helps the creative process, please read my other Charles Leclerc one shots if you haven’t done so!

hii i love your fics so much! i was wondering if you could do a latina!reader x charles fic were reader is asking charles juicy questions fans sent in or him guessing female products? i hope this make sense ❤️

I think I get it. I’m going to make Y/N like Kika, she has a heavy social media presence but is also a model.

Grill the Boyfriend

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Latina!Reader

Summary: Charles fans have questions and Y/N will give them the answers

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors, a few +18 questions

A/N: sorry it took me so long, this was written on my phone

Y/N was setting up the camera and ring light in the living room so her new video would turn out well.

“Muñeco, are you ready?” Y/N asked,

“I’m coming!” Charles called out from his room before coming into the living room with a black shirt and gray sweatpants. “Do we have to film this today?”

“We don’t have to, but I want to get it out of the way.” Y/N said. Both sat down on the couch and Y/N clicked a button so it could record. “Hola, mis amores, if you’re new here, my name is Y/N and welcome to a new video. Today we are here with my boyfriend, the beautiful monegasque man who’s face card never declines, Scuderia Ferrari F1 driver Charles Leclerc.”

“Hello, everyone.” Charles waves hi to the camera.

“So all of you have sent me your questions on Instagram, and today we are going to be asking them, how are you feeling, muñeco?” Y/N asked.

“A little nervous.” Charles said

“We will start with an easy question, who is your celebrity crush?” Y/N asked.

“You are.” Charles said.

“Aw, that’s sweet. Mine is (your celebrity crush) actually.” Y/N said and Charles was offended.

“That’s how you want to play it? I change my answer, my celebrity crush is Camila Morrone.” Charles said.

“Oh my gosh, Charles, she’s my friend, you are never beating the homie hopper allegations now.” Y/N said and shook his head.

“Next question, please, before you give me a migraine.” Charles said.

“Very well, what is your favorite Måneskin song?” Y/N asked.

“Mm, i like zitti e buoni, mamma mia is very good too. Zitti e buoni is my favorite.” Charles said.

“Of course it is, there are so many edits of you to that song. I like supermodel and baby said, which is also used in your edits.” Y/N said.

“You watch edits of me, Mon coeur?” Charles asked.

“Next question!” Y/N exclaimed and Charles laughed at her abruptness. “Besides wiener dogs, what is your favorite breed?”

“I like all dogs honestly, I don’t have a favorite breed, but I always wanted a golden retriever.” Charles said

“That’s because you are a golden retriever boyfriend. I always wanted a Saint Bernard.” Y/N said.

“That’s because you loved Beethoven as a kid.” Charles said.

“I still love Beethoven, such a cute movie. Anyway, next question, if we broke up, would you try to date one of my friends?” Y/N asked and Charles covered his face.

“No I wouldn’t, all of your friends are in the states.” Charles said.

“So if one of them came here, would you go out with her if we broke up?” Y/N asked.

“Of course not! I would be trying to win you back.” Charles said.

“Okay then, do you think the car has gotten worse since Monaco?” Y/N asked. Charles paused for a moment

“Legally I can’t confirm or deny that statement. I think there are strategies that the team are implementing that only work in theory but not in practice and that’s causing poor results in races.” Charles said

“What a diplomatic answer, Mr. Leclerc. Based on your recent grill the grid video, have you ever thought about standing me up when we were first talking?” Y/N asked.

“No I did not think about standing you up at all.” Charles said.

“Más te vale, eh. Okay, this question is in Spanish, has pensado en tener una fiesta de despedida para Carlitos? Have you thought about throwing a goodbye party for Carlos since it’s his last Ferrari season?” Y/N translated the question to English.

“Yes, at the Ferrari garage, we’ve already started planning.” Charles answered

“Si, en el garaje de Ferrari, ya están planeando todo para Carlitos.” Y/N translated in Spanish. “Next question, do you like my cooking?”

“There’s no way they asked that.” Charles stated but Y/N showed him the Instagram inbox with the questions. “Does Charles like your cooking” Charles read. “I do like her cooking, she tries to make her cultural dishes fit into my diet and I appreciate that.”

“Thank you, muñeco.” Y/N kissed him. “What is your favorite sex position?”

“Why?” Charles asked facing Y/N. “Why do you need to know?” Charles asked facing the camera.

“They’ve asked this multiple times, the world wants to know.” Y/N said.

“Fine, I like Cowgirl, I like it when she rides me, I also like reverse cowgirl and doggy because I like seeing Y/N’s tattoo of my driver number.” Charles explained in detail and Y/N covered her face.

“Like Haley from One Tree Hill, anyway, what is one of your kinks?” Y/N asked.

“I like choking, hair pulling, being called sir.” Charles said.

“There will be no demonstrations. Craziest place you had sex?” Y/N asked.

“On the yacht.” Charles answered easily.

“I find it concerning how comfortable you are answering these types of questions.” Y/N commented. “Moving on, have you ever thought about marriage?”

“I have thought about getting married someday, having a family, 3 children like my mom did, a nice family dog.” Charles said.

“I’ve also thought about it, I think most women have Pinterest boards of wedding dresses, rings, centerpieces, shit like that.” Y/N commented. “Have you thought about moving away from Monaco?”

“I like Monaco, my family is here, I don’t think I can love somewhere else.” Charles said.

“Have you ever read fanfics about yourself?” Y/N asked.

“Im sorry, what?” Charles asked.

“Fan fiction, have you ever read fan fiction about yourself?” Y/N asked again.

“No I haven’t, but I admire the creativity all of you have.” Charles said.

“I have read fanfics about you.” Y/N admitted to Charles. “They are really well written on tumblr, you know.”

“Why read about me when you have the real thing, Mon coeur?” Charles asked

“Because I have trouble sleeping and I need something to read.” Y/N said. A few questions later, we are in the last question. “Are you excited for Lewis to join Ferrari?”

“Of course I am! We have talked a lot off the track, we are very good friends, I can’t wait for him to join Ferrari.” Charles said.

“And that’s it for this video, hope y’all liked it, make sure to like, comment, and subscribe. For more content, follow me on TikTok and Instagram, besitos.” Y/N said and stopped the recording. “Perfect! I just need to edit it and I can post it later. Thank you for being a good sport, muñeco.” Y/N said, kissing Charles.

“Of course, Mon coeur, anything for you. Now what were you saying about someone else being your celebrity crush?” Charles asked.

“Well they are my celebrity crush, you were my celebrity crush but now I’m dating you.” Y/N said. “You really think about marriage and having a family?”

“Whenever I picture myself having a family, you are right there.” Charles said, they shared a loving kiss. “You want to head out in the yacht today?”

“I would love to.” Y/N said.

The End

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The Boogeyman

You know what I like about this episode? Spencer kept bringing up Elle on their case, he brought her up 3 times. Logically I know it’s because he was the only one that got her to talk about how she was feeling, he knew she still thought about what the fisher king had done to her, but he truly cared. When Spencer told Derek that he spoke to Elle, that she was drinking, Derek dismissed it, not waiting for Spencer to explain himself more.

I also believe that, even if Elle wasn’t the one going undercover for the William Lee case, she would have cracked sooner or later on another rape case because of her confession to Hotch. She told him she wasn’t the same person anymore ever since she got shot in her home. During the case, Elle was on edge and she yelled at the woman leading the case saying that someone could still get raped inside, and Derek witnessed that but thought nothing of it. I’m pretty sure he thought it was classic Elle behavior but I truly believe that if it was Spencer instead of Morgan, Spencer would have known it was because of what they talked about in the hotel.

I love Elle, and she was all alone when she was shot, the obviously affected her. Even if Anderson did stay with her, it wouldn’t have been the same because nobody on the team was with her. All Elle ever wanted was to be part of the team. If Hotch was the one that gave her the ride home and stayed with her when she got shot, or Derek, or anyone part of the BAU, things would have been totally different.

ANYWAY, Spencelle had potential, just saying. But so did Hotchaway because of the way Hotch tried to comfort Elle in this episode.

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Band x Hispanic/Latina!Reader

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First Concert

Keyboardist!Charles Leclerc

Bassist!Carlos Sainz

Singer!Lewis Hamilton

Lead Guitarist!Lando Norris

Drummer!Max Verstappen

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How Many Likes?

Pairing: Lando Norris x Latina/Hispanic! Reader

Summary: Y/N wants to test out a thing she saw on TikTok

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: this is my first Lando Norris fanfic, let me know if you’d like more

Y/N has been dating Lando Norris for a while and honestly, the relationship is going great for only being together a few months. So, like any girl, she wants to test how much her boyfriend loves her. She was seeing a trend on TikTok where girls ask their boyfriends how many likes on their new TikTok video does she need to get certain expensive item.

Y/N was scrolling on her phone, doing a little “window shopping” as she does when she came across a cute bag. Lando came out of his little workout room drinking water and wiping his face with a towel.

“How was your workout, Chico fresa?” Y/N asked. Lando sighed.

“My workout went well, sweet thing, but I regret letting you hang out with Pato. What even is ‘fresa’ in his country?” Lando asked, taking one of his premade meals from the fridge.

“According to Pato, it means diva, according to Checo, it means posh. I think Blair Waldorf from gossip girl is the most fresa out of the nonjudgmental breakfast club.” Y/N said and Lando laughed.

“I am not posh.” Lando said.

“Amor, you live in Monaco, you drive sports cars, even the way you dress SCREAMS posh. But I love you.” Y/N said, getting up from the couch to kiss Lando.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” Lando said.

“Hey so I was looking for movie tickets because k really wanted to see Inside Out 2 and I came across this bag.” Y/N said, showing Lando the bag.

“So my question is, how many likes on TikTok do I need to get for you to buy me this bag?” Y/N asked.

“10 like.” Lando said.

“10?” Y/N asked.

“Yep, just 10, send me the link, would you, sweetheart?” Lando asked

“Sure.” Y/N sent Lando the link and Lando started to scroll, checking all the bags

“Love, so I got you the pink bag, a white galleria leather bag, and a saffiano mini bag.” Lando said and Y/N was shocked.

“Lando, mi Vida, that’s too much, I can’t possibly accept that.” Y/N said and Lando cupped her face.

“I believe my girlfriend deserves that and SO much more. This way you have options of which bag to take with you when we go out.” Lando said, kissing her nose, making her scrunch her nose.

“Thank you. Plus I needed a new work bag.” Y/N said.

“Well now you’re getting a new work bag and two other bags. Did you buy the tickets for the movie?” Lando asked.

“I saw the bag and I forgot.” Y/N said.

“I’ll buy the tickets, you want the open air cinema or the princess Grace theater?” Lando asked.

“Whichever works for you.” Y/N said

“Alright the princess grace theater it is, we could go mini golfing before, you up for that, sweet thing?” Lando asked.

“Yeah, sounds like fun.” Y/N said,

“Perfect.” Lando said, kissing Y/N before buying tickets and everything.

The End

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The way I always think about this smut…that’s how good it is

𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Pairing: Matt Murdock x (female) Reader

Summary: Matt encourages you to be a bit louder…

Warnings: bit of fluff, lil bit of angst, smut, praise kink, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex (m+f), minors DNI

A/N: this just might be the most self-indulgent fic I’ve ever written, hope you enjoy, I know I did😈🥺✨🖤

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. If you click ‘keep reading’ you are herby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

“Can I ask you something?” Matt mumbles suddenly.

You’re both sat in bed together, a rare night off for the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. You feel nerves wash over you, a instinctive reaction to the question.

“Yeah...?"

Matt sighs lightly, hesitating, like he’s searching for the right words.

“When we- when I- well when we’re...” he trails awkwardly. He sighs again. “Do I make you feel good? You know, when we're together?” He finally stammers.

You’re taken aback slightly. Matt was usually so confident in himself and his abilities. Where had this self-consciousness suddenly come from?

“Yes of course you do, I feel amazing when I'm with you, you know that” you reassure him quickly. But he just shakes his head lightly.

“No I mean,” he hesitates again. “I mean when we’re together,” he emphasises, “do I make you feel good? Do I give you... pleasure?"

“Oh” you mumble, the realisation finally washing over you. You sit in awkward silence for a moment before he speaks up again. He shifts to face you, his hand coming to rest on your hip, his thumb circling your skin gently.

“It’s just... I can feel how responsive your body is to me, so I think im doing a good job. But then... you don’t make any noise. You’re so quiet, even to my ears. It just makes me wonder..."

You flush furiously, your hands knotting together in your lap.

“I just want to know if there’s something I'm doing wrong. I want to make you feel good, y/n. You just have to tell me what you want, I’ll do it, I’d do anything for you” his other hand tentatively reaches up until he finds your face and cups your cheek softly.

Now it was your turn to sigh as you try to find the right words yourself.

“No, it’s not you Matt. You do make me feel so good. Really. You’re amazing. It- it's me... I just- I don’t know” you mumble. “I'm just not very vocal, I never have been."

“Why?” He asks softly, his thumb strokes your cheek.

“I don’t know, I guess I don’t like relinquishing control. Or being vulnerable” you admit. "Letting someone hear you moan like that...” you trail off, shrugging your shoulders.

Instead of replying with words of reassurance Matt just leans forward until his lips find yours. His mouth moves gently against yours, your lips moulding together as if they were made to always be connected. You realise that he didn’t need to say words of reassurance, it was all being conveyed through his kiss. He was telling you that it was okay, that he understood, and that you were safe with him.

After a moment he moves you so that you’re lying on your back with him hovering just over you. His lips stay connected with yours, moving rhythmically together. His hand that was cupping your face moves to cup the back of your neck, tilting your head back just enough for your mouth to open and allow his tongue to slide against your own. He moans into the kiss, the vibrations coursing through you. You feel the faintest of happy sighs leave you as your bodies start to rock together. His other hand is on your hip, your hands running over his bare torso before finding their way into his hair, tugging at it gently. This elicits another groan from him.

He breaks the kiss to pepper his mouth across your jaw towards your neck. He kisses your warm skin, nipping lightly at random. His mouth moves towards your ear where he stops briefly.

“It’s okay baby, you’re safe with me” he whispers against your skin. He kisses the pulse point below your ear before adding “let me take care of you.”

His hips rock against yours. You can feel his erection pushing through his boxer shorts, pushing into your inner thigh. Another tiny whine leaves you, ever so slightly louder than before. Matt hops on to it immediately.

“Yes baby that’s it” he kisses further down your neck. “Let go, make noise for me sweetheart. I’m gonna make you feel so good” he promises as he kisses down your throat until he reaches the hem of his shirt that you were wearing. He pulls it off and over you, throwing it aside before diving back into your chest. His lips are all over you, hot and wet against your skin. He kisses over your breasts, taking his time in paying attention to each one. He sucks your one nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, his tongue swirling around the bud.

You arch your back, pushing yourself up into his mouth. He bites down a bit harder and a surprised cry sounds from you. He soothes his bite over with his tongue before he moves on to pay just as much attention to your other breast. His hand comes to cup your tit, his palm memorising and mapping the layout of your skin. Your skin is on fire everywhere he’s touching you. You’d slept with Matt before but this, this was something else. There’s something different about this. The intensity to it, it’s unlike anything you’ve ever had with anyone else before. The amount of attention and care he was paying to your body. You were soaked, a wet patch seeping through your panties. Pleasure was coursing through your veins and he hadn’t even gotten to touching his favourite part of you yet.

Your nails rake across his scalp as he moves lower down your body. He kisses across your stomach, his lips ghosting over your belly button before he places a kiss just above the waistband of your panties. He moves his hands up your thighs, setting fire to your skin again as he goes. His fingers hook into your panties and he slowly pulls them down your legs. A small moan bubbles from your lips in anticipation as he kisses up your inner thigh. You feel him smile against your skin, encouraging the noises to fall from your lips.

Then, finally, after what felt like a lifetime of building up and teasing, his tongue finds its way between your folds. He licks slowly up your slit. You shiver when his tongue sweeps over your clit. He repeats this action a few more times, his tongue only brushing over your sensitive bud for the briefest of moments each time. Finally a groan of frustration leaves you as you tug on his hair, urging him to put his mouth on you.

“Mmm there we go” he hums against you in response to the noises that were finally spilling from your lips.

And then, almost like it was a reward, he finally attaches his mouth wholly onto your clit. You hear another sharp gasp leave you as he sucks your clit into his mouth. He hums in satisfaction again, the vibrations strumming through your core. His hands are holding your thighs open, pinning your hips down to the mattress as you frantically buck your hips into his face. His tongue works pure magic on you, switching from lapping, to swirling, to sucking it in his mouth. Slowly but surely you start to feel a fire build inside your lower belly, matching the flames burning across your skin where Matt was touching you. And slowly, you start to hear more and more noise tumble from your lips as Matt works you towards your climax.

“Fuck, Matt...” your voice cracks, barely audible to your own ears. But you know Matt heard you as he increases the speed of his tongue moving against your sensitive bundle of nerves. His new found speed paired with a hum of vibrations from him moaning finally tips you over the precipice of pleasure. Your arch your back, lifting off the bed, your pussy clenching as pleasure burns through your body.

“That’s it baby” he murmurs against your skin as he starts kissing his way back up your body. “You’re doing so well” he praises against the skin between your breasts.

His mouth finds its way back up your throat, across your neck, until his lips land to place a chaste kiss against your own. He pulls back the slightest bit. His face hovers just above yours as you breath heavily beneath him, his focus purely on listening to the sounds that you make. The softest whines and moans can just be heard between each ragged breath and Matt smirks at the progress. He leans down to kiss you, his tongue finding its way into your mouth again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

You then feel his body shift against you as he pushes his boxers down his thighs, his leaking cock finally springing free. He grinds against you, your bodies rocking against each other again. You can feel his head rubbing against your folds and you whine into his mouth with impatience. You can feel his lips smirk against your own as he grabs his dick in one hand, guiding it through the slick and spit between your folds before he finds your entrance.

Your mouth hangs open, a quiet moan escaping you as he pushes inside you. He groans in sync with you as he sinks inside you to the hilt. He begins to move his hips against yours, pulling almost all the way out of you before plunging back in. He begins nipping across your jaw again, moving to hang his head in the crook of your neck as he starts to move rhythmically inside you. His tip pushes against that sweet spot inside you. He’s barely met his usual pace yet and you’re already seeing stars, your body reacting of its own accord to his moving against you, inside you.

“Come on baby” Matt whines into your ear. “Let me hear you, please. I need to hear you."

You moan at his words. Hearing this man beg and cry for you to make noise for him? It made your pussy clench over him, your walls fluttering. His responding moan is heavenly. Your nails are raking down his back, leaving angry marks in your wake. Matt has one hand gripping your waist, helping guide you against his dick. His other hand finds its way to one of yours, pulling your arm from his back and pinning it to the bed above you, your fingers interlacing.

Your legs are hooked over his back, your heels against his ass, pushing him impossibly deep inside you. He feels so good, so fucking good. You forget about control, forget about everything outside of having the man you loved rock inside you so deliciously, his entire body working to ensure you gained the most amount of pleasure. He fucks into you slowly and deliberately, pushing deep inside you each time. He was taking his time, making sure to pay attention to your body and how it responded. Listening for the soft sounds you made when he moved a certain way and ensuring to keep on with that particular motion.

“Come on baby” he whines into your ear. “You’re doing so well, you sound so fucking beautiful moaning on my cock” he groans, biting the skin adjoining your neck to your shoulder.

“That’s it angel, moan for me. Louder” he begs, his hips starting to increase speed as he ruts into you over and over you.

You oblige, no longer holding yourself back, no longer filtering the sounds that come from you. You keen and whine and moan and cry as Matt moves inside you, your vision blurring, your head spinning.

“Uh, Matt” you moan. “You feel so fucking good” your voice breaking with pleasure as Matt hits that spot inside you again.

You can hear yourself getting louder and louder, your breathing getting heavier, involuntarily moans overflowing from your mouth like a flood. You feel your body begin to coil, your muscles tightening as the pleasure builds inside your core. Matt senses your body getting close, can hear it clear as day in the way your moans are falling from your lips.

He takes his hand from your hip and shoves it between your bodies, his fingers quickly finding their target on your clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. His other hand tightens its grip your own where he still has it pinned above you. The pleasure that builds in your body feels new, like nothing you’d experienced with anyone else before. You feel a tear prick in your eye as you almost become overwhelmed by it all. Matt senses this and begins peppering your neck with gentle kisses again.

“I love you y/n. You’re safe with me, it’s okay. Let go, cum for me baby” he coos into your neck.

That lone tear slips down your cheek as your body rocks with pleasure. Your whole body shudders, your thighs trembling, toes curling, pussy clenching around Matt as you cum with the loudest moan you’d ever heard from yourself.

“Matty... shit” you cry as you convulse beneath him.

He groans loudly into your ear, his name like sin on your lips being enough to push him over the edge too. You can hear his grunts muffling your own sounds as he thrusts sloppily inside you, his cock twitching as he spills into your cunt.

“Fuck y/n, my name sounds so fucking amazing on your lips” he hums into your neck as he finally stops his thrusting, his face hovering just above yours again.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He tells you as he places another chaste kiss to your lips.

“Hmm,” you scoff, “and how would you know?”

He shakes his head. “I just do. Everything about you is beautiful” he begins peppering you with kisses again between his words. “I can feel the shape of your body, the curves and dips of your skin. I love how your tits fit just perfectly in my hands. I how your hips slot so well against my own. I love how you wrap around my cock so tightly."

You huff lightly and roll your eyes. His tone softens.

“I’m serious. I can hear the kindness in your voice even if I can’t see it in your eyes. I know how generous and caring you are, sometimes even at the detriment of your own sake. You’re beautiful y/n, because I can feel it radiating from within you. I can feel the love you have for this world, and I love you all the more for it."

You sniff lightly as tears spring to your eyes again. You lean up and kiss him again.

“But now, I think most of all, I love the sounds you make” he hums, breaking the kiss briefly. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you” he murmurs against your lips before kissing you.

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A/N: someone help I am so whipped for this man🤧

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Once Upon A Dream

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Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Hispanic!Reader

Summary: Xavier has been having dreams about a certain girl for days and he finally got to meet her in person

Warning: the reader is a seer, they have visions whenever they touch something with supernatural energy, not like Wednesday

A/N: based off the Disney song from Sleeping Beauty because I LOVE that song.

Another night, another dream about the same girl. Her flowing hair and kind eyes plagued his thoughts. His latest paintings were about the girl. He has no idea who she is, he has never seen her in Nevermore or in Jericho in passing. Maybe it was a figment of his imagination, that he is tired of being single after breaking up with Bianca and striking out with Wednesday. Whatever the reason is, he wants these dreams to stop.

The next morning, Xavier was talking with Ajax at breakfast. “Dude, you’ll never guess what I learned in history class.” Ajax started, Xavier just started at him.

“What could you have possibly learned that Can make you so excited?” Xavier asked him, taking a bite of his food.

“Well for starters, it could help you! So we were talking about the history of psychics and there was a section about the ones who have visions through their dreams, that’s you. Apparently, if you have a dream about the same person multiple nights in a row, it is a possibility that you two are bonded, making them your soulmate, and that you will meet them soon.” Ajax explained. Xavier was moving his mouth without saying anything, looking like a fish out of water.

“How the hell am I getting a soulmate at 16? Why does the world work like this?” Xavier asked exasperated.

“The thing is, everyone gets those dreams at different times, this women had a dream about her soulmate at age 25. It’s not like they got married right then and there. For all we know, the soulmate bond thing could be platonic and the person you’ve been dreaming about could just be your best friend until death. The other person would have dreams about you too, there’s no way to know if the soulmate bond is romantic or platonic unless you guys have spent enough time with each other because YOU get to choose whether you stay platonic or not. Like how cool is that? It’s still your choice!” Ajax exclaimed, trying to make his best friend feel better about the dreams he has been having.

“So you’re telling me that the person I’ve been dreaming about could either be my best friend or my lover, and only we could choose whether or not we stay friends or become something else?” Xavier asked Ajax for clarification.

“That is exactly what I’m saying. But since you keep having these dreams, maybe you will meet them sooner than you think.” Ajax said, patting Xavier’s back comfortingly.

Maybe Ajax was right, maybe there’s no “written in the stars” bullshit that romance novels will have you believe, Xavier was still in control and that made him feel so much better about these dreams. As breakfast came to an end, they went botany class that’s being taught by a new teacher after the whole…Crackstone thing. Classes went on, then lunch, then the rest of classes. Maybe his soulmate isn’t going to meet him today, there is always tomorrow.

Meanwhile Y/N was taking a nap after she finished packing her things to go to Nevermore Academy tomorrow. She kept dreaming of a tall brunette with shoulder length hair and hazel eyes. This is the fifth time she has dreamt of the boy. Y/N woke up after hearing her mother yelling.

“Amor, ya está la cena, ven a comer antes que se te enfríe (Dinner is ready, come eat before your food gets cold).” Y/N got out of bed to go eat her dinner

Now it was nighttime, both Xavier and Y/N went to sleep, thinking about each other. The dream was different than before. In both their dreams, it was only glimpses of the other person, however in this dream, they were both on a date. Xavier and Y/N were walking together hand in hand through the woods. To Y/N is was a random place, to Xavier it was the woods in his way to the art shed. When they made it to a lake, they sat on the deck and began having a picnic, everything was going well and…The alarm sounded in both Xavier’s and Y/N’s room.

Xavier woke up, got dressed, and went to his art shed. What does this new development in his dreams? What does this mean? Was he going to meet her today? Why was this dream so different from the others? Xavier started painting what he remembered from his dream, the two of them in front of the lake.

Y/N got into her parents car to go to Nevermore. She was very nervous and couldn’t get that dream out of her head, who was he? The car ride was short and said goodbye to her parents since they already talked to the new principal yesterday while Y/N packed. The principal showed Y/N around and gave her a uniform so she can change in the dorm she will be sharing with Yoko. Once she changed, Yoko showed her around and they went to the quad to get breakfast together. When they shook hands, Y/N had a vision of Yoko drinking blood from a human and showing her fangs, Y/N took her hand back as she shuddered.

“Did you have a vision? What did you see? Like did you see the future? Are you psychic?” Yoko was asking Y/N question after question.

“Um, I had a vision, I saw you drinking a human’s blood, I don’t see the future, I see the supernatural, and I’m a seer, not psychic.” Y/N answered her questions in order.

“Oh, yeah, I’m a vampire but I don’t drink straight from the vein, I use blood bags. So how do your seer powers work?” Yoko clarified.

“That’s good. It works by touch, sort of. If I touch something of supernatural energy, like yourself, I get like a quick rundown of what you are, basically the backstory. It’s pretty useful actually.” Y/N said, explaining her power as they were eating.

“That’s so cool, Wednesday is kinda has that ability. If she touches something or someone, she can see the past or future. But it comes to her at random, like sometimes it’s things that you would never believe.” Yoko explained.

“That’s interesting. She’s classified as a psychic because she sees the future, right?” Y/N asked.

“Yep.” Yoko said. Their breakfast continued and Y/N saw a boy walk into the quad, he looked so familiar and when she got a closer look at him, it was the boy from her dreams, no manches. “Who are you staring at?” Yoko asked before she turned to see who caught Y/N’s eyes. “Oh, that’s Xavier, he’s psychic and he’s an artist. He’s single, in case you were wondering.”

“I wasn’t wondering that, he just looks familiar, that’s all.” Y/N said.

Xavier noticed someone staring at him so he looked at the tables and he saw her, the girl that he’s been dreaming about. He quickly got breakfast and sat next to Ajax.

“Ajax, do you know who’s sitting with Yoko?” Xavier asked the gorgon.

“You scared me, by the way, thank you for seeing if I’m okay. And I don’t know much, I think her name is Y/N though, why?” Ajax asked and then he realizes why Xavier asked and gasped, “That’s the girl you’ve been dreaming about!” Ajax shouted excitedly and Xavier covered his mouth.

“Oh yeah, say it louder, I don’t think Enid heard you!” Xavier whisper shouted before taking his hand away from Ajax’s mouth. Breakfast went by quickly and they and to go to their first class they shared.

“Good morning, class. We have a new student, her name is Y/N, and she’s a seer, sit next to Mr. Thorpe. Xavier, raise your hand.” Xavier did and Y/N smiled shyly before sitting next to him.

“I know you.” Y/N whispered to Xavier.

“Oh really?” Xavier asked.

“I’ve walked with you once upon a dream. I’m glad I get to put a name to that face I’ve been dreaming about.” Y/N commented.

“Tell me about it, you’ve been driving me crazy since I dreamt about you.” Xavier said.

“Same here. I don’t really know what these dreams mean though, after all, I’m just a seer, not a full blown psychic.” Y/N said playing with the bracelet on her left wrist.

“Let’s just say we are connected, we have a bond.” Xavier said. Y/N nodded her head. “Would you like to go to the Weathervane after school? We could get to know each other better. It’s the least you can do after haunting my dreams.” Xavier whispered laughing.

“I’d love to, it’s a date then.” Y/N whispered before paying attention to their teacher. Both Y/N and Xavier smiling, maybe they’ll be more than platonic soulmates, only time will tell.

I have a question do u have a list of things you do or don’t write??

Also omg finally someone writes for Hispanic reader!!!❤️

I don’t have a list per say but off the bat, I won’t write smut, personal preference, I don’t know how to write smut. I also won’t be romanticizing “bad stuff” like depression, self harm, panic attacks, stuff like that. I can write about it but not romanticize. The same thing with abuse, I can write about it if you want topics like súper fuerte i Can write about it. Once I start writing more, I’ll know my limits

I love writing Hispanic reader fanfics, they’re fun, I love adding little phrases I say being half Mexican and half Peruvian. I add my personal life to it and it’s fun to do because most people who write Hispanic reader without being Hispanic, it’s always like an awkward kind of Spanish como películas de doblaje and not natural Spanish, I try to make it flow

Also so far I’m ONLY WRITING AJAX PETROPOLUS, like I can read about JJ Maybank, Dean Winchester, Wally Clark, but I can’t write about them, you understand?

Do you think you can do a imagine Lewis Hamilton

and Lewis goes to get a new tattoo and YN and is the tattoo artist

🇲🇽🫶🥰😘

Ooh okay, I love the idea, sorry it took so long

Love In Ink

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Tattoo Artist! Reader

Summary: Lewis wants a new tattoo during summer break, Lando recommends him someone

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

Lewis got home after the Belgian Grand Prix and started thinking about something Lando has told him in the cool down room a while back.

“I was thinking about getting a new tattoo.” Lewis commented to Lando.

“Oh, you should go to Oly Anger Tattoo in Montreal, that’s where Zak got his tattoo. It turned out pretty well actually.” Lando said.

“Mate, I am not going all the way to Canada for a tattoo, that’s doing too much.” Lewis said.

“Yeah but the artist who did Zak’s tattoo said that he got his start at this tattoo shop in New York, don’t you have an apartment there?” Lando asked.

And that’s how Lewis ended up flying with Roscoe to New York, which he immediately regretted because of how humid New York is during the summer. He left Roscoe on his New York apartment and walked into the tattoo shop.

“Hello, I’m here to make an appointment.” Lewis said. That’s when the owner of the tattoo shop, Y/N, makes her appearance after replacing the needle on her tattoo gun.

“What are you looking to get done?” Y/N asked.

“Um, I have some free space on my left arm, I was thinking of adding something.” Lewis said.

“Do you have something in mind or did you want to look in the books?” Y/N asked.

“Can I look in the books?” Lewis asked.

“By all means, go ahead, sir Hamilton.” Y/N said, gesturing to the table.

“You know who I am?” Lewis asked, looking through the pages of Y/N’s tattoo portfolio.

“I am an avid F1 fan. I’m going to Monza and I am so excited.” Y/N said.

“Why Monza?” Lewis asked.

“As a Ferrari fan, going to Monza would be fucking amazing.” Y/N said.

“Oh, You’re rooting for Ferrari.” Lewis said.

“Yeah, I’m part of the tifosi. Now did you pick out a tattoo?” Y/N asked,

“I haven’t yet.” Lewis said.

“Take your time, we could either do it today because I just had a cancellation before you came in, or we can schedule an appointment.” Y/N said.

After a few minutes of looking, Lewis decided on a tattoo.

“Ah, good choice, very popular. Do you want it to today?” Y/N asked.

“Yes, please, since you have time.” Lewis said.

“Sure thing. Go to the bathroom before I set you up in the back. If you want, you can choose what music to play on my speaker.” Y/N said.

“You play music while you’re working?” Lewis asked.

“It’s not loud, I just need background music sometimes, ya know.” Y/N said.

Lewis went to the bathroom, did his thing, came back and saw Y/N wiping down the chair, getting out the stencil and everything.

“My phone is connected so just tell me what artist you wanna listen to.” Y/N said.

“Nah, it’s your place, we can listen to your music.” Lewis said.

“Cool, let’s get this show on the road.” Y/N said. Y/N wiped Lewis’s skin with alcohol. “How do you want the stencil placed? Just tell me where to move it.”

“A little to the left, lower, perfect.” Lewis said, Y/N placed the stencil on his arm and peeled it off. She got the tattoo gun and dipped the needle in black ink to complete the outline of the tattoo. Once the outline was done, she switched the tattoo needle on her tattoo gun and started shading in the tattoo.

“You’re good! Now I just have to wrap up the tattoo. You’ve had many tattoos done before so I don’t need to tell you how to take care of it.” Y/N said, getting the Saran Wrap to wrap up the tattoo.

“Thank you very much, how much is it?” Lewis asked. Y/N came back with the Saran Wrap,

“250 since you were a last minute client.” Y/N said, wrapping his tattoo.

“Seems reasonable.” Lewis said.

“Okay, let me ring you up.” Y/N said. They went to the cash register, Lewis paid, and he left the shop.

The next day, Lewis was walking Roscoe when he stopped in front of the tattoo shop.

“What do you say, Roscoe? You want to visit the woman I met yesterday?” Lewis asked Roscoe. “Yeah, Let’s go in.” So Lewis walked in and he saw Y/N finishing up with a client

“Hey man, there’s no dogs allowed here.” Y/N said until she saw the owner. “Oh it’s Roscoe!” Y/N cooed at the bulldog. “But seriously, Lewis, you can’t have him here, it’s a tattoo shop, tattoos are basically open wounds, he can’t be here.”

“Oh, Can we talk outside then?” Lewis asked.

“Sure, let me just wrap her wrist, okay?” Y/N said. Lewis left the shop and 5 minutes later, Y/N walked out but she squatted down to pet Roscoe. “What did you want to talk about? Don’t tell me I messed up your tattoo.”

“You didn’t, It’s perfect, I just wanted to ask you a few questions.” Lewis asked.

“Go ahead but I can’t promise I’ll truly listen,” Y/N said, putting all her attention in Roscoe.

“Are you seeing anyone?” Lewis asked.

“Nope, not at all.” Y/N said.

“How do you feel about age gaps?” Lewis asked.

“I Don’t mind them, I always had a thing for older men.” Y/N said.

“Would you go out with me?” Lewis asked, Y/N looked up from Roscoe and stood up to face Lewis.

“Are you serious?” Y/N asked.

“I am.” Lewis asked.

“I’d love to. I close my shop at around 11, what do you think we can do?” Y/N asked.

“Well i could cook Dinner at my apartment. Nice and intimate.” Lewis said.

“Sounds perfect. I have another client in 15 minutes, pass me your oh one so I can give you my number.” Y/N said so Lewis handed her his phone and she put her phone number in with her name, and took a selfie to use as the contact photo. “Here you go, text me when you’re outside.”

“Can’t wait for tonight, let’s go, buddy.” Lewis said and he walked away with Roscoe.

The End

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