Summary: After a nasty break up with your ex-boyfriend, you move to Brooklyn to start over. Your best friends want to give you a makeover, so why not start off with a tattoo?
Warnings: Language, mentions of cheating, eventual smut, fluff
Spanish is in italics.
Luna Park – Amusement Park in Coney Island (Opened in 1903 then re-opened in 2010)
Author’s Note: So this is my first time writing a series with a Hispanic/Latina reader and I’m kind of basing her off my nationality (I’m Colombian) and I’m really excited to see where this series goes. And a special thanks to @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan for taking the time to make this sweet edit!
PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORK. IT’S FUCKING RUDE
You tried to sneak into your own apartment. You really did, but… who were you kidding? Dodger pounced on you as soon as you closed the door, knocking you down on the floor while he licked your face.
The lamp light turned on and you saw a visibly pissed off Wanda who crossed her arms at you.
“Y/N Y/M/N Alvarez!” She yelled at you, as if you were a child and not a twenty-seven year old woman, “Do you realize what time it is?”
You looked at the time on the cable box, “12:30?”
“Twelve fucking thirty!” She continued to scold you, “Your son and I were worried sick about you!”
You looked down at Dodger who just laid on top of your legs.
“Geez alright mom.” You shoved Dodger off of you and got back up on your feet, “I won’t do it again.”
“Damn right you’re not.” She answered, raising an eyebrow, “So? Who’s the guy? And do not bullshit me Y/N, I saw you both from the window.”
“Okay..” you let out a sigh, “If I show you something will you promise me not to freak out?”
She nodded.
You dropped your bag on the floor and lifted up your shirt showing off the bandage covering the tattoo.
“Is that what I think-?” She put her hands up to her mouth.
You smiled and nodded, “It is.”
“Oh my god! You finally did it!” Wanda exclaimed
“Do you like it?” you asked, suddenly nervous.
“Like it?” Wanda gasped, her eyes wide with joy. “I absolutely love it.”
You let out the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. “Oh, thank God,” you said, dropping the hem of your shirt. It was at that point that Wanda threw a pillow from the couch at your head.
“What the hell, Wan?”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were getting it?” she demanded to know.
You shrugged a shoulder. “What if I backed out or Steve completely changed your design?”
“Oh?” She rose an eyebrow at you, “So his name is Steve?”
You let out a laugh, “Yes, his name is Steve.” You plopped down on your couch, “And he is completely, utterly… out of my league.” You confessed, “I can’t believe he asked me out on a date.”
Wanda threw another cushion at you, hitting you in the arm, “He what?”
“Ow!” You rubbed your head, “Will you knock it off?”
“He asked you out?” Blatantly ignoring your question, she repeated your statement, “Did you say yes?”
You let out a small laugh and nodded. Wanda quickly pulled her phone out, typed something on her screen and held it up to her ear, walking into the other room. At that point you felt your phone vibrate on your lap. You flipped phone over and saw a text from Steve.
Guess he must’ve taken down your number and saved his on your phone.
“You can take the bandage off in about an hour and make sure to put some ointment on the tattoo. Also, be careful when you wash your rib cage when you shower. Just pat the area down.” He wrote along with a smiley face emoji.
You were about to type an answer back but then he sent out another message.
“For our date tomorrow, I was wondering if you wanted to get some coffee?”
You smiled at your phone for moment, then typed out a quick message, “I’d like that.”
You watched as the three dots came up on the screen, indicating that he was typing his message, before disappearing altogether and being replaced by another message that he sent out, “Great! I’ll pick you up at 9:30. Good night Y/N :)”
You quickly typed out a message to Steve, then put your phone back down as Wanda walked back into the living room.
“So I just called Natasha.” She announced, taking a seat next to you.
“Oh yeah? What she say?” You asked, massaging Dodger’s belly with your foot since he laid on top of your feet again.
“She’s on her way here with some clothes for your date tomorrow because, and I’m quoting her, ‘Y/N clearly needs help with her wardrobe choices.’”
“Hey!” You scowled at her, feeling a bit hurt.
Wanda put her hands up in defense, “Her words, not mine.”
for taking the time and making me this sweet edit!
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Latina Reader
Summary: After a nasty break up with your ex-boyfriend, you move to Brooklyn to start over. Your best friends want to give you a makeover, so why not start off with a tattoo?
Warnings: Language, mentions of cheating, eventual smut.
Spanish is in italics.
Tenderfoot – Someone new to tattooing.
Author’s Note: So this is my first time writing a series with a with a Hispanic/Latina reader and I’m kind of basing her off my nationality (I’m Colombian) and I’m really excited to see where this series goes. And a special thanks to @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan
for taking the time and making me this sweet edit!
PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORK. IT’S FUCKING RUDE
“Okay Y/N you can do this.” You repeat to yourself like a mantra over and over as you stood outside of the tattoo parlor.
Just a half hour before, Steve had called you to confirm the appointment and you had no other choice than to just confirm it. Feeling your phone vibrate in your pocket, you pulled it out and saw a text from Wanda, who you asked to watch Dodger while you were “working late.”
“Sure thing Y/N. Key’s under the mat right?” She texted.
You typed out a quick answer before putting the phone back in your pocket.
You took a deep breath, clutched your bag, quickly crossed the street, entering the parlor.
At the front desk sat a woman with long, brown hair, tied up in a messy bun who gave you a friendly smile, “Hi, I’m Maria, How can I help you?” She asked.
“Hi,” you returned a smile, “I have an appointment for 6 o’clock today with Steve.”
Maria cocked her head to the side and raised and scrunched her face, “Steve?”
“Yeah,” you laughed nervously, “I spoke with him over the phone last night.”
She was pensive for a moment, before she snapped her fingers in realization, “Oh! Nomad!” She said, getting up from her chair, “Have a seat, I’ll tell him you’re here.”
She turned on her heel and left towards the back room leaving you to sit in the lobby. You took a look at your surroundings. The walls were white, with portraits of each artists’ work hung across the lobby area.
“Y/N?” You heard a familiar voice call out your name.
Summary: After a nasty break up with your ex-boyfriend, you move to Brooklyn to start over. Your best friends want to give you a makeover, so why not start off with a tattoo?
Warnings: Language, mentions of cheating, eventual smut
Author’s Note: So this is my first time writing a series with a with a Hispanic/Latina reader and I’m kind of basing her off my nationality (I’m Colombian) and I’m really excited to see where this series goes. And a special thanks to @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan for taking the time and making me this sweet edit!
PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORK. IT’S FUCKING RUDE
The wooden boardwalk blurred below you as you felt a strong surge of adrenaline. The steady thump of your footsteps mixed with the loud music echoed in your ears and felt a bead of sweat roll down your forehead.
“Come on.” you huffed out as you continued jogging across the Brooklyn Bridge, the cars and trucks whipping past you, pushing yourself to your limit before finally crossing into Manhattan when suddenly, your phone rang. You stopped by the entrance of the bridge and checked your watch that also worked as a phone, seeing that it was one of your best friends, Natasha.
“Nat, what’s up?” you answered out of breath, jogging in place to keep your heart rate up.
“Are you okay?” She asked in concern.
“Yeah, I was just jogging.” you assured her, “So what’s up?”
“I’m with Wanda right now and we were wondering if you wanted to go out for brunch?”
“Right now?”
“Yeah, we’re on our way to Lighthouse.”
“Okay, I’ll just go home, change and meet you there.”
“Alright cool,” Nat replied, “See you soon.”
You pressed the hang up button on your watch and took off, running for a mile back to Brooklyn.
Summary: After having a terrible day you decide to kick back and relax with your best friend. That is… until you find something interesting in his dresser.
Warnings: Explicit Language, Recreational drug use, Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex (Female Receiving)
Author’s Note: I’m dedicating this fic to @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan who actually gave me this idea a few weeks ago and pretty much has been making me giggle inappropriately at work because of it.
“Christopher!” you shouted into the phone after he finally answers after the second time you tried calling him twice without an answer.
“Y/N!” he replied with concern. “You okay?”
“Yes… no…” you sighed. “Are you home right now?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, good. ‘Cause I’m outside your house and I need to borrow some of your clothes,” you said before hanging up and ringing the doorbell.
“Okay?” Chris said to himself before getting up from his couch. He walked over to the door and pulled it open, to find you drenched from the rain, hugging yourself for warmth.
“Shit. Y/N! Get in here!” He grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you inside.
“I can see why you wanted to borrow some of my clothes,” he mused as you dropped your messenger bag on the floor.
“What happened?” he asked, concern showing in his eyes.
“Shower first. Then I’ll tell you,” you answered back.
“Right,” he agreed. “Bathroom is upstairs, third door on the right, and you can grab whatever you want from the dresser. I’ll make us something to eat.”
“You’re the best.” You gave him a weak smile as you walked passed him.
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