#spanish reader

No caffeine, regulated sugar, no alcohol, no tobacco, no energy drinks, no milk, no cheese, no gluten.

Reader who has Pica, Reader who works a night shift and yet has insomnia, so they are just constantly tired. Reader who has problems walking, Reader with a lazy eye, reader with ‘unattractive’ features.

Reader with mobility devices who still push their limits to improve. Med student Reader who can’t find a job to support it. Broke Reader being screwed over by their debt, Reader with albinism, black Reader having the paper bag test done to them at work, asian Reader influencer having to deal with the white men in their comments.

Biracial Reader struggling to choose an identity when the world chooses it for you, specifically a non black mixed Reader. Like Indian reader mixed with Japanese, who’s skin doesn’t match the projected image, and yet is too far away from their other culture.

Disordered eater Reader who staves themselves all day only to binge eat when they can’t take it. Disordered eater Reader who works out too much and yet forgets to eat.

Scarred Reader who is not the romantic stereotype, who looks deformed by their scars. Burned Reader struggling to be treated as human after their mutilation. Amputee Reader struggling to relearn their body.

Curly-haired Reader wishing to have straight hair and straight-haired Reader wishing to have curls.

A Reader who covers their freckles, and a Reader who paints them. A masc-looking Fem!Reader who struggles to wear feminine clothes, fem-looking Male!Reader struggling to look masculine!

Give me a Reader with too many siblings, who isn’t the oldest, and is lost in the middle! A Reader who daydreams the day away, who draws cringe OCs and cries when their favorite character dies!

A Reader who’s too empathetic, a Reader who’s too apathetic! A Reader who’s overwhelmed with parenting, a Reader trying to reparent themselves after being raised a brat. An high-functioning autistic Reader who tries to validate their experiences. A high-needs autistic Reader who uses a robotic voice to communicate (I forgot what it’s called 😞) and yet is still chatty and funny!

A Reader who is afraid of stupid things, a narcoleptic Reader who finds everything funny. A Reader with no humor, a Reader who’s working off weight. And I’m not talking no ‘140 lbs(63.503kg) to 80lbs(36.287kg) 🤩!’ type Y/N build. I’m talking overweight Reader deciding (FOR THEMSELVES!!!!!) that they want to loose a couple pounds. I want a bodybuilder chubby Reader who can lift over 300 lbs (136 kg).

I need a nerdy BL lover Reader, who spends all their money on their Gacha games. Weirdo Reader, who knows more people online than real life. Creepy Reader who watches analog horror to make theories.

Perv Reader who’s usual reads is smut, who’s favorite authors are dark romance. Where’s the crime loving Readers, who yumeship themselves with criminals. Where’s the other side of crime loving Reader, who spends hours working to the sound of crime podcasts. Digital artist Reader, who draws to the sounds of body-cams and celebrates in their room when the bad guy gets caught.

Niche fandom Reader who makes their own merch, dedicated to a dead fandom like it’s their legacy. AO3 author Reader who’s iconic throughout the fandom. (Like Jabsartt, or the Mirrors fic)

WE NEED READERS WHO WE CAN RELATE TO!! NO PLAIN Y/N, GIVE THEM SOME SPICEEE!!! MAKE THEM CREEPY WEIRDOS WHO CAN’T RELATE TO NORMAL PEOPLE!!

aka I just want a weirdo reader. Not even just that, but that was the OG intent. Make them relatable people. Make them fat. Not even chubby, give them elbow meat and make them have big faces. Make them weak and slow, make them desperate, make them relatable. Make their lives shit, make them feel inferior, build them back up into a new person. Make them spontaneous, put yourself in there, the good, the bad, and the ugly.

word count - 1k trigger warnings - minimal sadness, angry Spanish woman you have just lost the final to England (and Lucy), and when she comes over to talk to you, both of your feelings get a little crazy i changed some bits to fit the style i wanted to take it so i hope everyone enjoys it

The final whistle had blown, and the deafening noise of the crowd had faded into a low, distant murmur. You sat alone on the pitch, hunched over with your hands hiding your face, the tears hot and angry as they streamed freely. You had given everything. Fought until your body had nothing left. And still, it hadn’t been enough. 

Spain had fallen short in the Euro final to England.

This was supposed to be the last piece. The final trophy missing from your collection with Spain. You’d already climbed to the pinnacle with the World Cup. But this... this was meant to complete the legacy. To silence the doubt. To finally reclaim the joy that had been tainted.

As the weight of that reality settled, grief took its place. You might not get another shot. And that truth wrapped around your chest like a vice, unrelenting and sharp.

You heard the sound of soft footsteps approaching, deliberate but hesitant. You didn’t need to look up to know it was her.

Lucy stood in front of you, silent. You could feel her patient gaze resting on you. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to meet her eyes. The anger burned in your throat (not really at her, but she was the one there) and that made it impossible to hold it back.

"You," you spat, voice bitter as you finally looked up. "Why did it have to be you?"

She didn’t flinch. She just looked at you with calm, sad eyes.

"I didn’t ask for it to be," she said softly.

"You could’ve…" you stopped yourself. The words didn’t make sense. What were you even accusing her of? That she should’ve gone easy? Let you win? You both knew it was nonsense. You were just hurting.

"You should go celebrate," you muttered, voice cracking. "Go be with your team. Go…" You almost said something cruel, something you’d regret. But it caught in your throat, burning with shame, and you swallowed it down. "Just go."

Lucy didn’t move. She knelt down slowly, still watching you.

"Just say what you need to say," she whispered. "Get it out. But you can’t push me away. Not this time."

You stood abruptly, fists clenched at your sides, and let yourself simmer in the silence. The rage swirled and twisted inside you, but it was fleeting. Words tumbled out before you could stop them.

"I hate you, but I don't. I love you and I don't know."

Your voice cracked on the last word, trembling under the weight of everything you were trying to make sense of. You felt yourself spiraling, the confusion, grief, and exhaustion colliding all at once.

Lucy moved quickly, without hesitation. She sat beside you and pulled you into her arms. You didn’t resist. You leaned into her, letting the sobs tear through you, your face buried against her shoulder.

"Hey," she murmured after a while, brushing your hair gently from your face. "You were incredible."

You shook your head, clinging to her tighter. "It wasn’t enough."

​​After a while, Lucy shifted slightly with a hiss, trying to reposition her leg.

You instantly noticed. You pulled back, brow furrowing. "What was that? Are you okay?"

Lucy winced and quickly tried to wave it off. "It’s nothing. You don’t need to worry about me right now. Let’s just, let’s go back to you."

"No" you said sharply. "Don’t you dare deflect. What did you just do?"

Lucy looked at you, caught. "It’s... I just hurt it a bit, that’s all."

You didn’t say a word. You just gave her that look, the one that always made her cave.

Her shoulders dropped with a sigh. "Okay, fine. It’s my leg. Fractured. Since June."

You gasped, hitting her arm without thinking. “que carajo!” “what the fuck!”

Lucy pouted dramatically and rubbed her arm where you hit her, eyes wide with faux innocence. "Ow," she grumbled, “that hurts”

You stared, mouth dropping open. "You played the entire tournament on a fractured leg? Are you serious?!"

She gave a sheepish shrug, guilt tugging at her smile. "Didn’t want to miss it."

"That is so stupid! What if you’d made it worse? What if you’d done permanent damage?!"

"But I didn’t," she said gently. "I’m okay."

But you weren’t finished. You launched into a rant in rapid Spanish (half scolding, half disbelief). Your words spilled out like fire, furious and full of concern. "Cómo te atreves a jugar un torneo entero con una pierna rota?! Podrías haber arruinado tu carrera por completo, sin mencionar tu capacidad para caminar! En qué estabas pensando, eh? Esto no es valentía, es terquedad!

"How dare you play an entire tournament with a broken leg? You could have  completely destroyed your career, not to even mention your ability to walk! What were you thinking, huh?! This isn't bravery, it's stubbornness!"

Lucy didn’t interrupt, she had the sense not to. She simply sat there, nodding slowly, lips pressed into a pout, eyes cast down like a kid getting told off by their parent. She accepted every word, not daring to argue.

When you finally ran out of breath, you stared at her. Still furious, but softening.

Lucy peeked up at you with that sheepish grin she has. “Lo siento mucho, bebé.” “I’m very sorry baby.”

The words were soft, almost teasing, but there was something honest in her voice too. You tried to stay stern, to hold onto the anger but it cracked the moment you saw that ridiculous, guilty little smile. Your resolve crumbled and you let out a shaky breath. 

You reached down and gently helped Lucy to her feet, mindful of her leg. She gritted her teeth slightly but leaned on you as she rose. Once she was standing, you pulled her into a tight embrace. 

She hugged you back just as fiercely, and for a long moment, the two of you stood there (anchored to each other and unmoving) as chaos bloomed around you. Your teammates were grieving. Hers were celebrating. But in that small, silent space between you two, it was just stillness. 

Just understanding. Just love.

Lando cheats on you, so you go clubbing just to forget...right?

back to SPEED & SALSEO

warnings: Lando cheating, LN x reader → CS x reader, jealous Lando, age gap Carlos/reader (8 years), alcohol, kissing and allat.

a/n: been giggling about Carlos x reader for weeks. This has lived in my drafts forever, sorry.

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tags: @literallegend81, @meritxellao, @marvel-hotchner

i'll make a cute/happy LN x spanish!fem!reader next lololo

🔊 listening to: Idiota - Sofia Reyes

Lando cheating on you wasn’t on your 2026 bingo card. You woke up to a DM, a screenshot sent by a friend, blurry lights, his stupid face laughing and a hand that very much wasn’t yours on his thigh.

“Hijo de puta!” son of a bitch!

You didn’t cry. Not at first. You just stared at your phone, then locked it, then grabbed your jacket and left the apartment like if you stayed one more second you’d start screaming.

So that night, you went out. The topic was already trending on Twitter, leaving hundreds of unanswered chats and ignoring Lando's contact, who did nothing but spam with his messages.

You put your boldest dress, full of glitter, and some red lipstick.

Fuck him and fuck this shit, tonight you needed a drink and maybe some fun.

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The club was loud, sweaty, too hot. Bass so heavy it rattled your ribs. You ordered tequila, you were drinking like it was water, and downed the sixth shot without blinking.

You were halfway through the next one when you felt a familiar presence next to you.

“Ei ¿estás bien?” Hey, are you okay? Carlos said your name, leaning close a hand on your back, so you could hear him over the music.

You laughed, sharp and a little unhinged.

“¿Tengo pinta de estar bien Carlos?” Do I look ok to you Carlos?

He looked you up and down. Smudged eyeliner, glossy eyes, jaw tight, anger barely contained.

“No.” He sighed.

Carlos Sainz. Of all people.

Lando's former mate and one of the hottest drivers on the grid. Both of you being spaniards made you share a special bond.

Now you looked back at all the times you, Lando and Carlos had gone out together, how Lando got bored of dancing quickly, and how Carlos stayed with you till 6am when he had already left.

You were so blind.

Now wearing a fresh half unbuttoned white shirt, sleeves rolled up, he looked stupidly handsome, stupidly calm.

He somehow always looks like he has his shit together, which right now feels offensive.

“Ven,” he said, grabbing your wrist gently. “Vamos a la pista.” Come on. Let’s go to the dancefloor.

You let him pull you. Alcohol made everything easier. You told him everything between drinks and twirls —Lando, the cheating, the audacity, the humiliation.

Carlos listened. Really listened. No interrupting. No defending him.

When you finished, you muttered:

“Soy una idiota, Carlos.” I’m an idiot, Carlos

Carlos shook his head immediately.

“No. Él es un imbécil., un capullo que no te merece” No. He’s the idiot, a dickhead that doesn't deserve you.

He hold your gaze, his hand on your chin.

"¿Entonces a quien merezco?" Then, who I deserve?

"A mi, me mereces a mi" Me, you deserve me

That did it. That broke something loose.

You kissed him first. Sloppy, desperate, all teeth and frustration. Carlos froze for half a second—then kissed you back like he’d been waiting for permission his whole life. Hands on your waist, grounding, steady.

Someone whistled, some flashes in the distance. You didn’t care.

You ended up in a dark corner, bodies pressed together, his mouth at your ear, your fingers tangled in his hair.

It wasn’t love, yet. It was heat and revenge and feeling wanted again.

And of course—because the universe hates peace—Lando walked in.

He saw you immediately. Saw Carlos. Saw the way you were smiling like you hadn’t smiled in days, years even.

He pushed through the crowd, eyes wild.

“What the fuck is this?” he snapped shoving Carlos to the side, looking at him like he’d stolen something.

Carlos didn’t even blink.

“Funny,” he said calmly. “I was about to ask you the same thing.”

You stepped forward, alcohol-fueled bravery surging.

“¿Qué haces aquí?” What are you doing here?

Lando looked at you, jaw clenched. “I heard you were out. With him.”

Carlos laughed, short and humorless.

“Claro que se ha enterado” he said. Of course he found out.

Lando turned to Carlos. “This is between me and her.”

Carlos stepped closer, suddenly all sharp edges.

“No. No hay más tu y ella, Lando.” No. There's no more you and her, Lando.

He looked straight at Lando.

“Tuviste tu oportunidad. La cagaste. Ahora vete a tomar por culo con tus celos.” You had your chance. You fucked it up. Now fuck off with your jealousy.

Silence.

Lando stared at you, waiting. For something. An explanation?. Forgiveness. You just shrugged.

“Demasiado tarde, guapo, vete con la otra.” Too late, pretty boy. Go back to her.

Carlos took your hand again. Warm.

And this time, when he kissed you, it wasn’t messy.

It was deliberate. A statement

Lando watched the whole thing before turning around and leaving.

where they both have accents, and no one can understand either of them half the time... and most of the time, each other. and maybe he picks up a few of her spanish sayings like he even starts saying ¡ay! or things like gracias, or perdón well pardon but with more of her accent, or like lo siento, like imagine gambit saying sana, sana, colita de rana to reader ahhh because she says it to everyone when they get hurt, or him saying dios mío instead of mon dieu. or ay mi madre. but like, he doesn't even know what any of it means, but he just picks up the context from being around her.

oh and when they fight nope neither one of them understands the other. but somehow still get it

te crees que soy tonta!? dónde estabas anoche Remi!? y no me mires así porque sabes exactamente lo que estás haciendo! siempre vuelves tarde, y luego piensas que estoy loca por preocuparme ay, dios mío... simplemente no sé qué hacer contigo, bebé!

mais sha, nahnahnah hol' on, bébé, écoute m' good, eh? bon dieu, ya c'me 't me all hot, talkin’ mile-o-minute, ain’ even lettin’ Remy get one word out. dat ain’ fair, mama. ain’ like i don' vanished off da earth. j’was c'min’ home. toujours. mais ya get dat look in ya eyes an’ sudd'nly m’the devil again, hein? ay, bébé, don’ do m' like dat. m’tryin’ talk straight wit’ ya bu' ya got m' all tongue-tied, all backwards. jus’ sha... lemme breathe one damn second, yeah? woo

jubilee peeking into the rec room... yeah, i'm gonna come back later...

i know damn well Dean would be like “no espeako taco bell” and just turn to you and be like “she espeaks Spanish oui”

Sam would try to use some of his previous knowledge of the language when questioning anyone who doesn’t speak english but eventually gives up after they start speaking a too much spanish

Sam: “que vistes”

random person: “ nombre pues era un pinche fantasma de mi sancha, y quería comerse a mi perro, que era como nuestro hijo, pero tenía un pedazo de tripa en la boca, entonces no podía.”

Sam: “Si gracias….wtf did they just say?”

You: *in pure disgust* “you don’t want to know”

dean would finally take advantages of different restaurants using you to translate his order

dean: “what is this” points to *lengua de vaca”

you: “it’s a type of taco” you lied

dean: “ooo i’ll get that”

imagine the look at deans face when he sees a seasoned cows tongue in salsa and a side of cactus (I LOVED WHEN MY ABUELITA WOULD MAKE THIS)

Thank you so much darling🤍

Hi sweets! Thanks so much for your request. I've never done something like this before, so I hope this is what you were looking for!

Remus Lupin x Latinx!reader Headcanons (but doesn't specify gender, race, or home country - can be read to fit any nationality if you substitute the language)

He’d love listening to you talk. Either in English or in Spanish, it wouldn't doesn’t matter as long as it was your voice and your accent that he’s listening to

I think he’d make a point of mostly watching your lips as you spoke; how they moved around certain sounds and vowels, if your tongue made an appearance in any of the words you said – just completely mesmerized by your mouth

He’d beg you to teach him Spanish words, and he'd secretly revel in the sound of you laughing at him for his horrid pronunciation (even if he pretended it offended him)

He’d present it to you like a bargain: you teach him Spanish words and he’ll teach you Welsh words

He would absolutely relish in stories, any stories. Your stories of your home country/visiting your parent’s home country etc. etc. He loved family dinners at your home (after the first initial visit when he had no idea what to expect) where he’d get to listen to your parents, grandparents etc. share stories of their experiences and childhoods and culture. Bonus points if anyone whipped out a photo album – our poor Welsh boy didn’t have a lot of money and never dreamed of getting to experience anywhere other than the UK, so it felt like he got to travel through you and your family sharing these stories with him

I headcanon Remus to be a huge trinket guy – so if you went on holiday to your home country etc., and brought him back something trivial (like a shot glass, post cards, magnets, little statues, snow globes etc.) he’d treasure it, like he would just think that’s so special and would be so honoured to have something that was a) from so far away, b) was from a different culture and c) that made you think of him??? That man would melt.

If you guys lived together, he would insist you teach him how to cook some of your favourite traditional foods – partly because he wanted to eat yummy food, partly because he wanted to spoil you, but mostly it would be so he could spend an afternoon/evening alone with you in the kitchen, soaking up each other’s company. 

Masterlist

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Bang Chan

° Asks for help with Spanish, a couple weeks before their world tour.

° Wants to learn as much as he can, to impress you and his fans. And would love to have another language that he can communicate to fans with.

° "Baby, how do I say 'Hello I am Bang Chan, the leader of Stray Kids?" he asked, as you were curled up in his lap while playing a video game on your phone.

° "Hola soy Bang Chan, el líder de los niños callejeros." You explained, smiling softly as he typed it into his notes 'folder' on his laptop.

Lee Know

° Would 100% show off some words he picked up from you, even if he messed it up.

° If he tries to insult or tease a member in Spanish, he'll go through you. Which usually leads to you making him compliment them without him knowing.

° "Sweetheart, how do you say 'Shut up Han.' In Spanish?" he asked, with a sly smirk. As of you'd actually tell how to insult one of his closest friends.

° "Te amo Han. (I love you Han)" You lied, soon making him realize your lie when Han replied with a long bear hug. Glaring at you playfully, as you stuck out your tongue.

Changbin

° You are shy with compliments and flirting in general, so you found an easier way to flirt.

° You simply just compliment him in Spanish, and let him figure it out in a translation app he has on his phone. Getting engulfed in a hug before you can escape.

° "Estoy tan enamorada de ti Seo Changbin. (I am so in love with you Seo Changbin)" You sighed, snuggling deeper into the strong grip he had around you.

° "I love you too bun bun." He replied quickly, booping your nose in the process. Making a new heat rise to you cheeks, knowing he must've studied some Spanish for you.

Hyunjin

° Hyunjin insisted on having a cute Spanish study date at your apartment.

° He kept feeding you your food, while learning the most flirtatious sentences to use against you and your already bashful state. He love when you become shy.

° "Okay let's focus, what sentence have you been practicing?" you replied, giggling slightly at his random flirtatious and sometimes suggestive actions.

° "Estás tan caliente cuando te pones nervioso. (You are so hot when you get flustered)" He answered, placing soft kisses all over your face.

Han

° You thought it would be cute to surprise him at a fansign.

° Jisung noticed you in the crowd immediately, sending large and excited hearts your way. Almost in tears of joy when you kept getting closer to him.

° "Te extrañé mucho bebé." You commented, knowing most of the fans at the meet wouldn't know what you were saying due to the different language.

° "Encuéntrame en el backstage después de esto, necesito abrazarte de nuevo. (Meet me backstage after this, I need to hold you again.) he sighed, trying to keep calm.

Felix

° Felix brought home pizza from your favorite pizza place, to surprise you.

° Once your boyfriend walked through the door, he overheard your ex's harsh voicemail as your cried on your bed. He ran up to you, kissing away your tears.

° "Nunca amará a una perra tan fea como tú. (He'll never love an ugly bitch like you)" was the last sentence heard, before Felix hung up the phone. Hearing enough of that annoying voice.

° "Me and your ex may speak different languages, but I won't hesitate to beat the shit out him if needed." Felix huffed, passing you a piece of pizza to cheer you up.

Seungmin

° Seungmin was curious in watching this new Spanish film with you.

° He knew there were captions, but he wanted to challenge his knowledge and learn more about different cultures. So you taught him some basic Spanish lessons.

° "Te amo mi angel precioso." He repeated, blushing at your sweet compliment. Swiftly pausing the movie to kiss you, playing it and moving away before you could process it.

° "Give me more kisses when the credits start." You beg, wrapping your arms around his waist. Making his focus on the movie blur due to your adorable affectionate actions.

Jeongin

° Jeongin was inspired by your level of knowledge to so many different cultures.

° He stared at you with admiration filling his chocolate glossy orbs, as you flipped through a mystery novel that was in complete Spanish.

° "Bub your staring again." you giggled, closing your book to squish his cheeks. A dark blush crept it's way to his ears, bashful at the knowledge of you catching him.

Of course darling! Thank you!! ☺️💗💗

The Weasley’s meeting a Spanish Muggleborn

-alright, so I don’t know much about the wizarding schools and everything

-but let’s say you’re going to hogwarts

-the Weasley’s would meet you at the train station when you’re trying to get onto the platform

-molly would of course offer to help as she’s literally such a mum to everyone

-“don’t know how to find the train, huh, dear? Here let me help you”

-would have one of her kids go first before having you go through

-would explain to you what you have to do from there and would probably ask one of her children to sit with and help you

-when you go to reply to her they’d all notice your accent

-“oh, where are you from, dear? You’ve got such a lovely accent”

-the kids would be fascinated no doubt

-lots of questions from them regarding where you’re from and what it’s like

-would honestly want to know all about you

-this would lead to you being friends with all of them no matter the house you get sorted into

-Molly would be so excited when one of the kids (probably all of them let’s be honest) write to her and tell her that you’re all friends

-she would immediately tell them to tell you that you’re more than welcome to the burrow over the holiday

-also would probably tell them to tell you that you can write to her at any time

-which you do

-and she’d ask you all about how school is going and what your family is like

-would ask you what some of your traditional dishes are that you like and would practice making them for you before the holiday

-would surprise you by making some sort of Spanish desert for you too!!

-Arthur would be excited to meet you, not even because you are Spanish, though he finds it intriguing

-no he’s more interested in the fact you’re muggle born

-which the kids would also love

-you would definitely show them a lot of muggle objects while they help you with the wizarding world

-honestly they love the fact that you’d have such a different background to them

-and would love to hear all your family stories

-and also would love to have you teach them Spanish

-but in the end they’d treat you as family no matter what

-the Weasley’s are just such an inviting and welcoming family like that

-high key you’d be the adopted Spanish sibling and no one questions it ever

I hope you like this! 😅💗