Fem!Reader x Fem!Lovi x Fem!Spain- TOMATOES?!?!

The sun was tapping on your head. Sweat was pouring down your brow as you wiped your frown with a grimy hand.


You look down to the basket half full of tomato at your feet and back at the summer cottage as a backdrop. The earth smeared on your shirt, your (h_c)  tied hair sweeping down your shoulder and into your face. You shook out your hair out of your face and swiped your wet cheek again. The sun rays were scorching your skin. And you were dragged yesterday at another shopping spree by Lovina. Again. You were a mild shopper, but Lovina was in a whole other league of MOTHER LODE OF SHOPPING! You wondered how Isabel could pay all those fees, since she was supposed to be her takecarer.


You tip your straw hat backwards and look out to the distance, to see the black spot fishing out red tomatoes out of it, like if she had did it all her life (Well she did).
“Isabel!” You screamed, cupping your hand with a white gloved hand. “How much did you pick?!”


The brunette rose her head and smiled, so bright that it hurt your eyes, along with the sun. Her curly long hair was reaching her mid back and a drip of sweat slipped down her frown as you saw her advancing towards you. Her silhouette cleared up once she was one meter next to you, carrying two baskets full of tomatoes to the brim. You discerned her hazel brown eyes and her smile glinting, contrasting with her tanned skin. She put down those (Quite heavy now that you noticed) baskets.

“ (h_c), are you finished?” She waved towards her baskets full of red, round tomatoes.

“Barely.” You motioned to yours, which was half full. Your stamina wasn’t the best, though this was supposed an easy job.


It all began on a peaceful day, when you were trolling around the streets. Your attention was immediately attracted to a brightly colored poster on the wall, bright red tomatoes drawn on it. It was right next to a poster that had a cross and demanded you to go sort out potatoes.


You levitated your hand above the poster. You weren’t desperate for a job, but you needed money to pay for your future university bills, and you didn’t have any real special skills that you could use to make money.


Finally, after a few seconds of indecisiveness, you ripped out a poster out of the wall and turned your heels towards the destination, eyeing the paper with attentioned eyes. For some reason, you knew that address well. You went to that place, your footsteps ringing in the area. The smell of rain came up to your nose, and your feet landed in a puddle. It had shortly rained last night. A symmetrical potato rolled off the border of the street.
You stopped at the door, a bit shy to enter it. After working up your courage (?) you entered the place, the bells rang on the door. A woman walked up to you, with plates on both on her hands, her hair up in a messy bun, a smile brightened her face, and her green eyes sparkled with pleasure.


“Hola! What can I get you, señorita?” She asked, stopping right in front of you.


“Um, I’m not here to order something….” You began, stutteringly, waving your hands frantically before you like if you had spasms of some sort.


“Hmh? Are you alright?” The woman then said, with a hint of worry.


Another girl came up behind the tall spanish woman. She had shoulder length brown hair, of the same shade of the Spanish woman, her accusing green eyes darting towards you. Her eyes immediately sharpened and a pout formed on the girl’s face. This girl was in your class.

Her name was Lovina. She was wearing a white shirt, along with a bowtie and shorts. Her arms were crossed.


“You are here to work?” Lovina pointed at you accusingly, though she was leaning on the tall Spanish woman’s back, possibly trying to hide, then pointed at the mildly crumpled poster in your head, with a colorful tomato on top of it.


You took a deep breath. “Yes.” You responded finally, with a nervous expression.


-2 MONTHS LATER BECAUSE I’M LAZY-


You leaned on the counter, gripping your hand with your other one. Someone patted your head and you looked up. It was Miss Hernandez. She was 3 year older than you, and she owned the restaurant.


“(y_n).” Her heavy accent drawled off your name, making it sound sexy even though it wasn’t.


“Yes, miss?” You asked, looking up to her. Your heart bumped in your chest. You probably felt like a train going down a rollercoaster ride driven by a madman. You couldn’t really explain the feeling (THE FEELS IN YO HART) either.


You noticed Lovina leaning against the cadre of the door. She looked like she was fuming and staring at you with disgust.


Like always., you sighed. It was weird how she flirted with every guy who seemed the least good looking and shot dirty looks at every girl in her sight. That bugged you.


And included you. The exception is she had brought you to her clothing sprees all over the place. Once you almost ran away because she was too hardcore. But she ran after you and tackled you down and proceeded to put a mustache on your upper lip while laughing maniacally.



Isabel invited you to her summer home. You had gotten quite close to Isabel in those short 2 months. But it surprised you that she had asked you that. Well, technically, you had to pick out tomatoes but….


If it was to help, you would gratefully accept.


That’s what you said, though you weren’t so sure. “Anything to help.” You shrugged, trying to make it look nonchalant, though you were a bit excited. (Just a tiny bit)


“I’m coming too.” Said Lovina, who spoke at last. She probably didn’t accept at first.
Isabel turned around, sparkles surrounding her in an instant, along with a pink flush in her cheeks.


“Lovi~~~~” The doting care taker lunged for the frowning girl, imprisoning her in her arms.


“GODDAMMIT LEGGO OF ME YOU TOMATO BASTARD!”


You looked upon the women fighting and bursted out in laughter.


“SHUT UP YOU POTATO BASTARD!!GODDAMMIT I'M GOING TO KICK YOU IN THE CHEST!"


-RETURN TO PRESENT BECAUSE I’M STILL LAZY-


Isabel smiled back, a bit mischievously.


“Yes, miss.” You hollered back with a grin, and grabbed the quite heavy basket, along with yours. The dirt sticking to your shoes as you searched for red tomatoes.


You breathed out, longing for a cup of fresh water. You had asked Isabel for a break. She had said that she would join you later so you accepted, since you knew you couldn’t convince her to join you right away. She didn’t look tired either.


When you reached the balcony, your vision was blurred by the waterfall of sweat on your eyes. You put down those heavy baskets and stretched your burdened back before looking at the person who was lounging peacefully on a chair, under a big parasol.


Lovina looked up to you and looked at your shirt then sipped her drink, blandly. You wiped the sweat from your eyes and put the baskets in the corner of the balcony, and groaned.


You heard the sound of the chair creaking and a hand poking your back.


You turned around and she forced you to drink the possibly alcoholic drink. You stopped her and took the drink from her hands, finally looking at her angry looking face.


“Is this poisoned?” You asked with a nervous smile.


Her frown deepened and she hissed at you before stomping back into the house. You stood there for a minute before you heard her voice. “IT ISN’T, YOU GODDAMN WALKING POTATO!!!!”


You chuckled before putting the glass down on the table, your (h_c) sticking to your sweaty neck. You went to do a final round before going back in the house.

-Thirty minutes later-

Sliding open the door, you saw from the corner of your (e_c) eyes a certain brown haired girl lounging (Again) on a white sofa, air conditioned while watching a show, leaning on her fist and harboring a frown and a pout at the same time, probably because you entered the same room as her. You were pretty sure you heard her say an insult in Spanish.


You put the cup in the washing machine, washing your grime covered hands in the sink, sighing in relief, looking at the dirt sliding down the drain. That was when you noticed the pasta plate, with a little green sprinkle of basil on top.


A bit curious, you leaned in, holding up the white paper next to it (with your wet hands).


FOR POTATO BASTARD.
NO TOUCHING THIS, TOMATO BASTARD.
_{Ti voglio baciare….}
FUCKING bastard I HOPE YOU DROWN IN MUSTACHES.

-Lovina


You decide to.....


Share it with Lovina: Do it. Potato Bastard.

Take a bath (Y U NO EAT?ლ(ಠ益ಠლ) ) : Why not this one? *wink wink*