It's a chat fic and fanfic ??
We love our grumpy 5'10 baseball playing hispanic man ??
Fem reader
Btw, reader is Mexican mind you cause thats the way ik how to write best, so there will be words in spanish that i'm too lazy to translate so be wa...
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It's Thursday night and two hours before it turns midnight. Tomorrow will be the end of your first official week living in this new town.
Classes have been decent, except most people in your math class make you want to kill yourself. 'That or I can find their address and doxx them.'
You sigh, and jump onto your bed, throwing your towel onto a chair.
Since moving, your father has helped you furnish your floor, but you left the other bedrooms alone. You'd figure out what to do with those later, your top priority was furnishing your living room, kitchen, and dining room.
Your room was already furnished. The walls were (your favorite color) while the floor was wooden with a (secondary color) carpet at the foot of your bed. You had a desk, which had a wheelie chair that you loved spinning in.
'I rarely get my work done, but that's okay.' Your desk was white and had three drawers on each side. The right top drawer had school supplies while the left top drawer had art supplies.
In the middle right drawer, you had snacks, and in the middle left you had face paints.
The lower drawer was bigger so you had more things down there. The lower right drawer had painkillers, medicines, tea packets, and energy drinks, while the lower left drawer had feminine hygiene products along with heating pads and bottles of water.
Your bed was along the edge of the room, underneath a window. Your desk was in front of it while your vanity was next to your bed.
It was a white vanity with built-in LED lights, with six smaller drawers in total, with a hole in the middle for the stool to go.
'Everything has its place.' You smiled, sitting on the stool for your vanity. And then you turn back to the corner of your room, where there was a chair in front of your walk-in closet, spotting the clothes that were tried on but weren't worn so you were saving them for a different day on the chair.
And then your laundry bag was in another corner, near your bathroom door. 'Until it doesn't...' You place your elbows on the vanity, resting your forehead on your hands as you sit in a position where you contemplate your contradicting words.
Then, your door suddenly bursts open, causing your hand to slip and make you hit your chin against the vanity.
You groan and glare at your brother who's at the door.
"Oli!! Seriously?!" You groan, taking a pillow from your bed and throwing it at your brother.
He just laughs, catching the pillow. He enters your room without asking and flips onto your bed.
"Get out!!" You yell, getting up from the stool to hit him.
"Chill n/n, Mom and Dad told me to come get you. Our neighbors came to visit us, saying something like they finally saw the moving trucks leave so they thought now would be a good time. Or something like that, I really can't remember." He babbled some other nonsense until you yelled at him again.
