#[[ Sorry this is so delayed pero like

[tarjapearce]

dancing to sexy latin pop or reggaeton music with miguel. he's got two left feet and slight rhythm but he's also very turned on by you 🤭

Another Pre-Soccer Family and how they keep flirting? Yes. 🤭

Couldn't help but imagine this with these songs 🤭

Even though the little outing after soccer game you had invited Miguel to was success, your wallet surely suffered some damage.

The man ate. He was kinda quiet mostly of the time, but surely enjoyed the food you had treated him with. You were just taking mental notes of what he liked and what not. The spicier the better, definitely a Horchata team man, and of course, a carne asada man. The conversation was sparse, but it was nice. You were as nervous as he was, didn't actually think that he would accept.

He loved meat. And once you finished you drove him home. He ended up 'telling' you about this upcoming party at Peter's to celebrate MJ's birthday.

"If you wanna come, though."

"Are you... inviting me?" You gave him a smug smile and he just cleared his throat and shrugged.

"I'm just telling you."

You pursed your lips, smile fading.

"Oh... okay. I might go. "

"Might?"

"Hmm." You parked outside his home, "Not sure if I can make it that day. But let me see what I can do"

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Miguel gave Peter's house entrance subtle glances here and there. He was busy with the food, Peter had asked him for the details of your date which, he plainly just shrugged off as a normal outing.

"Did you invite her to the party?" Jess spoke

"I told her about it." He frowned at the disappointment in Peter's and Jess, even Gabriel's face.

"Telling is not the same as inviting! It's the etiquette rule to invite someone, when you want to see them again that is. No wonder she looked kinda bummed out."

"Yo tampoco vendría si me lo dijeran así." (I wouldn't come either if I'd get told like that)

His deep red eyes glared at his brother's comment.

"Si viene, mínimo baila con ella." (If she shows up, the least you can do is to dance with her.)

"Okay, okay. Leave the guy alone. He hasn't dated someone in ages. But yeah, you're a dumbass. C'mon." He offered a beer, Miguel took a long swig of it.

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He didn't had your phone and certainly approaching Jess was out of the equation. She'd tease him to no end before anything. Party had started two hours ago, and still no signs of you.

He rubbed his face, deep in thought on how he had possibly screwed it up as he nursed his Horchata glass in the kitchen. He was preparing an extra plate of food when your voice echoed through the entrance.

"I'm so sorry for the delay! Got too carried away picking a gift" You hugged MJ.

"You hungry?" Jessica spoke as your voices approached. His grip on the spoon tightened.

"Ah, don't worry. Kinda ate in my way back. Maybe later."

Your eyes met his. His jaw tightened and you just gave him a little smile and a wave before disappearing back with Jessica.

Awkward.

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You had been dancing the last few songs in a row with Jessica and MJ, he just watched you from afar. You had rejected a couple of men that had asked you to dance.

"He keeps staring" Jessica mumbled and you shrugged.

"Can't do everything myself. Besides, correct me if I'm wrong, but he doesn't seem too keen in making an advance either"

"You kidding? He's been staring holes at the door waiting for you to come." MJ whispered at your ear.

"He's just... shy I guess?"

The music was a bit upbeat, the lights were down, you refreshed yourself before going back again at the dance floor. You saw him across the room, bored out of his mind, and taking swigs of his beer that was warm at this point.

He nearly choked as you approached him.

"Let's go"

You offered your hand and he looked away.

"No puedo bailar" (Can't dance)

"No te preocupes. Yo tampoco pero te enseño" (Don't worry, Me neither but I'll teach you.)

He took a last swig of his beer and stood. He didn't know if it was the alcohol or it was the whole thing that was about to happen that made his ears warmer. The beat changed into something more slow and mellow. A bachata.

You giggled as you stood before him.

"Now what?"

"We are supposed to get closer"

He crushed your heeled foot with his boots

"Sorry... fuck." He rubbed his neck awkwardly.

"Relax, it's fine. It happens alot."

One of your hands went around the small of his waist as he took your hand. Delicate and small snuggled against his calloused and big one.

His heart skipped a beat when you guided his other hand on your waist.

"Right"

"Bachata is easy. It's just swaying your hips left and right. It's the easiest dance" You stepped closer, and moved with the beat. He could feel your curves moving. His feet followed. Clumsy, step dances were enough to make you laugh. He frowned.

"Perdón, perdón. Ya, no me voy a reír" (Sorry sorry, Ok. I won't laugh)

"Suelta esas caderas, mano" (Let those hips go, man)

Your hands went to his hips, and moved them.

"One, two" Your hips swayed to accentuate the little whip move at the end of the second step. He gulped.

"Eso, Miguel!"

You clapped softly, he just chuckled.

"Now, just do that to the left and right and that's it."

"Really?" He took your hand in his again and placed the other one on your lower back.

"Yeah." Your lips stretched in a bashful smile.

For once you were glad the lights were down as you danced. You still could see him. And of course still could feel his feet crushing yours. People stared your way, but neither of you cared, too focused in teaching eachother things as you laughed out of nervousness.

The song changed, into something more Sultry, yet danceable.

That was definitely one of Gabriel's songs.

"I don't know how to dance this one, does the previous dance moves apply to this one too?"

His technicism in speaking was plain endearing to you. You giggled at his pouty face.

"Not really, but if you feel comfortable with-"

"Enséñame, pues." (Teach me, then)

That shut you giggle off. He smirked.

"Estás seguro?" (You sure?)

He shrugged and crossed his arms on his chest.

"We're already making a fool of ourselves, so..."

"Me gusta tu entusiasmo, Dracula" (I like your eagerness)

"Qué te digo, me gusta aprender." (What can I tell you. I like learning.).

You slapped his chest playfully then took his hand and guided him to a wall, like many other people around. His hands were on your waist again, and this time yours rested on his neck. The lyrics of the second song only added a little sizzle to the mood.

Imagínate en mi cuarto

Comiéndote a besos

Your body swayed, it took a little for him to get your rhythm. And it was almost intoxicating for him, borderline overwhelming. The closeness of your bodies didn't help, the lyrics of the song only made his eyes to stop at you lips, Your fingers had ended up entwined, and certainly that little red dress you wore didn't help the upcoming override in his system. The song was over, but it didn't matter.

One of your hands caressed his nape and he shuddered, you bit your lip, he inched closer to your face. Nails raking softly the exposed part of his skin underneath his neck, his breath fanned over your lips. But one finger stopped him, said finger separated your lips from his.

"Nuh uh. No me invitaste, recuerdas? " (You didn't invite me, remember?)

With a smirk you separated your body from his. His eyes blinked, trying to process what was happening

"Thanks for the dance" You smiled oh so sweetly before disappearing into the kitchen, leaving him there, a flustered mess. Mind was in 404 error.

Dios mío...

[pinkywgirllover]

Nekoma Reaction: you cut your hair (Friends to Lovers)

Kuroo-

You came to class after a week of vacation and during that week you cut your hair which reached your waist and now reached your shoulders.

(_): Good morning Kuroo

Kuroo: good mor- WHAT HAPPENED!?

The boy started touching your hair and spinning around you in search of your long hair.

(_): I cut my hair, it was very long and damaged.

Your friend looked at you in the eyes surprised.

Kuroo: your beautiful hair

The boy pretended to cry while caressing your head.

Kuroo: It looks good on you, but I prefer your hair long.

You touched your hair uncertainly and looked into his eyes.

(_): It's okay I guess...

Kuroo started playing with your hair.

Kuroo: Dora, Where is backpack?

(_): holy god shut up

You hit Kuroo on the head as a joke and he acted dramatically.

Kenma-

It's been a few months since you last saw Kenma so you agreed to go out to a cat cafe.

(_):Hello kittyboy

Kenma turned to look at you and opened his eyes in surprise.

Kenma:you cut your hair

(_): Yes, does it look bad?

You started stroking your hair waiting for your friend to respond.

Kenma: Te queda bien, siempre te ves bien...

El chico susurró lo último, pero lo suficientemente fuerte como para que sólo tú lo oyeras.

(_): Thanks Kenma

Hug your friend very tightly, taking advantage of the fact that he was more affectionate than usual

Kenma: Did you cut your hair alone?

(_): No, I went to a hair salon

Kenma: Excellent

(_):What are you implying boy?

You and the boy then ordered coffee while petting the kittens.

Yaku-

You arrived at your friend's training sessions because you agreed to leave together that day, you had not seen each other even once that day.

(_): Yaku!

The boy looked where you were and started running towards you.

Yaku: Your hair!? did you cut it!?

(_): Yes, It was ugly and...

Look how your friend looked at you dumbfounded

Yaku: It looks beautiful on you, highlights your beauty more

You felt your cheeks turn red at the great attention your friend gave to your hair.

(_): It's normal

Yaku: Not just normal, short hair is the best on you

Look behind your friend and notice how his team was laughing at him while he was with you.

His love for short-haired girls was no secret.

Lev-

You were a friend of Arisa and also about Lev so you went to his house frequently but you didn't go for a month and Lev didn't know anything about you

Lev: Oh hello...

The boy looked at you up and down, searching for what was strange about you.

(_): Hello! Is Arisa?

Lev: Yes... He's in his room...I'm going to call her... Did you cut your hair?

(_): Oh that, yes but it doesn't matter

Lev: You look pretty

The boy turned around and shouted his sister's name to come see you.

Lev: you can come in

(_): Thanks Lev

You entered and sat on the couch waiting for your friend, you noticed how the boy looked at you a lot.

(_): All good? Do I have something wrong?

Lev: No, nothing

Lev just looked at you very carefully.

Arisa: Hello! Sorry for the delay, I couldn't find my lipstick.

(_): It doesn't matter

You were nervous because of the boy's gaze and you started to sweat a little, your friend noticed it and hit the boy in the head.

Arisa: You look like a pervert, you're going to eat her if you keep looking at her like that.

Lev: Hey! That hurt

The two began to argue lightly while you just watched.

This will take a little time

I'm going to do part 2 with the other Nekoma characters and maybe I'll do it with other teams ＼⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠)⁠／

I'm a yaku fan ╰⁠(⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠´⁠꒳⁠`⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)⁠╯

[agentstarkid]

SAUDADE ✦ DR3

“Saudade” is a Portuguese word that carries a profound and complex meaning, often described as a deep emotional state of longing or nostalgia. It transcends mere language; it's a state of being, an emotion that seeps into the soul and lingers like an echo in the heart. It encompasses a mix of emotions, including melancholy, yearning, and a sense of emptiness, often accompanied by fond memories of past experiences or relationships. In the context of love, "saudade" captures the bittersweet essence of missing someone deeply, even when they are physically present or long after they are gone. It is the ache of the heart that comes from loving and losing, a poignant reminder of the depth of connection and the enduring power of love's impact on our lives.

✦ PAIRING: daniel ricciardo x famous!latina!reader

✦ PIT BOARD: social media au | ✦ FC: becky g

✦ TRACK LIMITS: female!reader, latina!reader, age gap, language, lots of angst, heartbreak, drama, internet meanies, mentions of mental health struggles, assholes.

✦ MAY'S RADIO: uh holi, loves 👀 sorry for the delay, but I hope you guys enjoy this chapter 👀 it's a little short but as present for not posting in March, I present to you: a bonus chapter hehe okay, byeeee *runs away as fast as she can*

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yourinstagram Starting the New Year on a bright note! ✨ Wearing yellow to channel optimism and positive energy as we dive into this new year. 💛 I'm so so so grateful for all the love and support you've shown me throughout the past year and I'm excited to continue this journey together in 2022. Here's to another year of growth, laughter, and cherished memories! Siempre para adelante, mi gente! 🎉

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danielricciardo Mi reina ❤️‍🔥

user1 I wanted to take this space to thank you for the happiness you have brought me over the years. Your music or your works of art have been a constant company in moments of joy, sadness and everything in between. Your talent is enormous, but so is your ability to connect with your fans in a unique way. Your humility and gratitude show that, despite the success, you are still a close and authentic person. Thanks for all that you do!

camila_cabello Good god woman have mercy

kylieminogue you are sensationally exquisite 💛✨

xtina my angel ❤️

user2 jawline could cut a diamond 🥶

user3 muy buena artista pero sobrevalorada respecto a su belleza, y no digo que no sea guapa sino sobrevalorada

user4 you could wear the rainbow if you wanted and that would still not make you relevant or give you any talent

user5 she always tries too hard

user6 watch out for Regina George in sheep's clothing

anitta Feliz ano novo para você Rainha 😘

diplo 💛

user7 the fact that they spent new year's day apart and on different sides of the world speaks volumes

user what? that they both wanted to see their families? grow up

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⥂ translation: Everything I do and comes out of me it's because I'm feeling it, it's okay if no one else feels the same way. Two people can never ever feel the same at the same time.

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danielricciardo Back seat baby seat bangers 🎶

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yourinstagram this is all anyone needs to have a great day ❤️ please send me his manager's contact, I've been looking for a male backing vocal for my next album and I think he can be the perfect choice 😌

danielricciardo yourinstagram ah, you see, he's a really sought-after artist so he's super busy. But I know his uncle and he's interested on the job, only thing is that he likes to be paid with kisses 💋😏 yourinstagram danielricciardo tell him to contact me, I think we will be able to work out the payment details soon 😌

yourinstagram btw how is it possible that he's that big now if I saw him like yesterday and he was this 🤏🏽 small 🥺❤️

user1 is the copying the hand movements for me 😂❤️

user2 so this is how Y/N's future is gonna look like 👀

userA all that's missing is the ring 👀 userB yeah danielricciardo stop being lazy my friend 👀

user3 you're gonna be a great dad one day ❤️🥺

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user4 siempre dije que no quiero ser mamá, pero después de ver esto... yourinstagram mi reina quién pudiera ser vos 😮‍💨

user5 coisa mais linda! ❤️

user6 Daniel really sang his heart out to that song lmao

user7 you have really shit taste in music mate

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yourinstagram Te amo con el alma, porque el alma nunca muere ❤️ happy 2 years, mi Danielito 🥰

⥂ translation: I love you with my whole soul, because the soul never dies ❤️

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danielricciardo My forever partner in crime ❤️

user1 cuide a ese hombre yourinstagram, que tu y yo no somos amigas 🫡

user2 oh God I'm so single 😩

mileycyrus so much love and happiness for you both ❤️❤️❤️

user3 THAT LAST PHOTO IT'S GIVING I'D MARRY YOU WITH PAPER RINGS 😭 SO 1 + 1 = THEY ARE GETTING ENGAGED‼️‼️

userA I'm so calling it, it is happening 🤩

user4 LIL BLAKE SIGHTING 😍😍😍

hermusicofficial favs

user5 she was talking seriously when she recorded A mi me gustan mayores 😅

userA será que aplica el "A mí me gustan más grandes. Que no me quepa en la boca..." con él?? 👀👀👀 yourinstagram userA los besos que quiera darme? 👀 sí, aplica 🤭😈 userB OMFG Y/N???!!! LMAOOO iamdannaschwarz yourinstagram that's enough internet for you today 🙅🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

chloestroll did he really cook? 😂

yourinstagram chloestroll he did! and it was really good actually 🥰 I felt ✨spoiled✨

oliviarodrigo mom and dad 💜

user6 the first pic is making me feel something. i don't know how to put that something into words though 🥵 *bi panics*

userA JUST A BIG FUCKING OOF I GUESS 🥵 userB they served cunt as per usual userC I grunted and groaned and moaned 🫠😩

user7 I'm so tired of them omg yeah, you're "in love", we see you, now stop shoving it at our faces every chance you have 🙄

fioamato congrats Sandy and Danny 😜💖

iamdannaschwarz Baby and Danny 😜💖 itsvittoriasousa nah, more like Troy and Gabriella landonorris Belle and the Beast 😜 yourinstagram landonorris aww did littol landow nowis just called me beautiful? 👀😊 landonorris nvm I take it back. Fiona and Shrek* 😌 yourinstagram landonorris well that makes you the donkey 😂

user8 every time I remember that there's a 9 year gap between them I wanna puke 🤮

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danielricciardo happy 2 years mi vida ❤️

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user "mi vida" brb gonna go chew on a live wire 😭

yourinstagram let's do this for a lifetime ❤️♾️

danielricciardo you have yourself a deal, Chip ❤️

user2 hey God, it's me again...

martingarrix ❤️❤️❤️

user3 these adorable videos ending with daniel squeezing y/n's butt is so dan-y/n core 🥹😝

marcusstoinis congrats, lovebirds ❤️

user4 did they leave their own love lock on the fence? 🥹��

userA I don't think we'll ever find it, but I'm sure they did 😭

landonorris congrats on putting up with him this long yourinstagram ❤️

joshallenqb 🍾❤️

user5 somethin something "find a beautiful love, make sure they know they are your morning light" playing while the sunset iluminates her and cutting to "and that you'll never let go till the day that you die" while he has his arms around her 😭😭😭

userA THIS HERE IS LOVE 😭 THIS HERE IS LIFE 😭 userB something something he's got a tattoo of that song's title 😭 userC somebody get me a fucking doctor I feel like my heart is about to burst

scottyjames31 my favorite celebrity couple 😌

caamp we love you guys ❤️

user5 grandpa copping a feel 🤢

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danielricciardo Better this week than next… Unfortunate to miss the test, but I’m starting to feel better. I’ll stay isolated and just focus on next weekend. Big thanks to Lando & McLaren for the heavy lifting, I owe you some beers (milk for Lando). Appreciate the well wishes from everyone as well.

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landonorris get well soon mate!

georgerussell63 speedy recovery danny ric 💪🏻

user did you and Y/N broke up??? please tell me it's a lie

user2 Y/N hasn't liked nor comment yet and it's been 2 whole days since he posted this

userA why whould she? they are quarantining together, she doesn't need to comment or liked every single post he makes. They are probably sitting side by side right now userB userA there's actually rumours that she was seen leaving the hotel in a rush yesterday and fans are already speculating if they broke up

user3 I hope you feel better soon Dan! I know we all wish to see you in action next weekend!!

user4 "milk for Lando" lmaooo i love them your honor <3

user5 this is your year mate don't let any setbacks bring you down 💪🏻

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f1wags It seems Danny Ricc has moved on quickly 👀 Just after a week since the confirmation of his break up with Y/N, a few fans have reported sightings of the driver with actress Heidi Berger —who has been linked to him a few times these past months— around Monaco.

The blonde is the daughter of former Austrian F1 driver Gerhard Berger and former Portuguese model Ana Corvo.

This love triangle drama just keeps getting juicier and more complicated! 🔥 What are you thoughts, did the Aussie cheated on his ex-girlfriend as some people say? Did he moved on too fast? or did he do the right thing? Let us know in the comments!

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user I actually feel bad for Y/N, not a fan of hers at all but it must be hard to see the man you were talking of marriage with a month ago, move on from your relationship so quickly and easily. if it were me in her shoes, I know it'd really mess my head up 😕

user2 idc if he'd not been with Heidi physically while being with Y/N, it's still treason to be emotionally involved with someone else while you're in a relationship. I believe he already had feelings for Heidi while still being with Y/N because how the fuck can you move on from a whole 2-year relationship in two weeks?? I only hope Y/N is doing okay and that she gets to heal and find someone better for her 😞

user3 you can try to defend him with all the arguments you can think of but at the end of the day, he is still just a rich man. It's funny how you've been all pointing fingers at the innocent while playing lawyer to the guilty.

user4 I'm a Danny Ricc fan but I think this was too fast too soon, at least have some respect for your ex who stood by your side through the highs and lows of the past years, smh so disappointed

user5 Get over it already! He moved on to someone better, as he should. Let the poor man alone! He's been single for weeks! He's allowed to see anyone he wants! Stop whining about it, Y/N just wasn't enough, as simple as that 🤷🏽‍♀️

user6 I'm actually super worried for him, he's not himself lately. Just a few weeks ago he was calling Y/N the love of his life and now this? All jokes aside, I think he's self-sabotaging. He looks like a shell of his old-self, he is not smiling as bright as before, he's super quiet now and if you pay attention to him during interviews, he fidgets a lot and sounds so insecure when asked about his driving. GO TO THERAPY BABE!!!

userA you are reaching, babe! lmaoooo he's fine, he just got tired of that snake 🤪

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user i guess this is the confirmation we've been waiting for

user2 how can you move on from a 2 year relationship so fast??

user3 ugh men are so fucking unbelievable

userA jokes on all those whiny fangirls of his, turns out it wasn't he who deserved better, it was HER.

user4 he is a joke just like his driving lmao

user5 Heidi is so much better than that wannabe singer, she was just a plaything for him 🤣

user6 I'm so glad you opened up your eyes daniel

user7 so all those rumours have been true smh y'all were attacking Y/N nonestop for the smallest interactions with the opposite sex, and none of those rumours proved to be true but I'm not seeing the same energy directed towards him now that the rumours about him were actually true!

user8 I just know that the break up album is gonna be a banger 🔥🤪

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⇥ youtube search: falling (harry & y/n's duet version) - love on tour, london night 1

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yourinstagram burned other memories just to make room for these ones 🎞️❤️‍🔥

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user HI MOTHER!! WELCOME BACK WE MISSED YOU ❤️❤️❤️

user1 we love to see you living your best life!!! 🥰

user2 Can't wait to listen to the full version of the song she plays on the last slide 🤩

userA Daniel Ricciardo is shaking in his boots right now 🤪

machinegunkelly 🖤🥀🤘🏼

user3 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍

markhoppus kid what are you holding on your lap and why it isn't on my liquor shelf yet? 🤨

yourintagram sorry dad 😔 it's on its way to your doorstep right now 🤪 skyehoppus yourintagram make sure you are also included on the package arriving at our door, it's been too long honey ❤️ userA ��dad”??? she knows mark hoppus?? what did i miss?? 😳 userB userA they have an on-going joke that mark found her wandering around and adopted her as one of the few blink-182's children along alex gaskarth and jack barakat from all time low 😂 she's super close with his family, too! I remember she collab on a song with him, but they didn't released it and then it got leaked, she did play it at a couple of concerts tho userC userB is it 'thank you & goodnight'? 👀 userB userC YES! I miss her pop-punk era 😔 that version she did of 'little lion man' was soooo good!!

user4 Baby Iza is on her way to hit a bitch (Daniel)

alexalbon I like pizza too 👀🍕

lilymhe sorry baby, bad bitches only 💅🏻

user5 OMG OMG WE'VE GOT HARRY, TAYLOR AND Y/N IN ONE POST?! THE HOLY TRINITY RIGHT THERE 😍

harrystyles ❤️

user6 I've got my two mothers in one photo 😭❤️

taylorswift Ms. Falls-a-lot 👻❤️

yourinstagram I swear I'm gonna scare you too next time 🙄😂

lilymhe walking among legends on this post 🙇🏻‍♀️ #blessed 🙏🏻

user6 I'm so happy that she's finally back ❤️ we need to flood her comment section with love 🥰

user7 Drama queen of this generation. Always playing the victim & tricking people into thinking that she's a mental health advocate. You're way too far from that. Cancel her 👍🏻🐍

user8 the caption: ICONIC 🔥

userA the taxi driver is twisting on his grave 😂🤪

user9 the old Y/N can't come to the phone right now, why? Oh 'cause she's DEAD! 😎

user10 most untalented celeb ever

fioamato where was my invitation? 🤨 yourinstagram iamdannaschwarz

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JUNE 30, 2022

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Feliz Navidad

Javi gif by: Ggyussance My Masterlist

Pairing: Javier Peña x Spanish-speaking Latina f!reader (No race, skin color, or nationality mentioned. I tried my best to include small parts of each Spanish-speaking Latin American country.)

Word count: 11.3k+

Summary: At every family reunion, the relentless interrogation about your love life becomes a tiring ritual. Fed up with the relentless questions and awkward setups, you turn to Javi, your best friend, and ask him to be your date for the upcoming family Christmas party. He suggests that you take it a step further by pretending to be a couple. Can the two of you play pretend, especially when, in reality, you both harbor secret feelings for each other?

Rating: 18+ Explicit content (MDNI) Tags and CW: slight angst, happy ending, fake dating, friends to lovers, jealous and possessive Javi, reader and Javi are in their 20s, not canon, just a smidge of idiots in love, reader wears a dress, lingerie, makeup, and is shorter than Javi, alcohol consumption, Javi being cheesy with your family, unprotected piv, cowgirl, use of a sex toy, oral (female receiving) reader likes to pull Javi's hair, creampie, slight cum eating, Javi loving his cum inside you.

A/N: I’m on vacation and meant to upload this on the 24th, but didn’t have time to add the translations. Sorry for the delay, tarde pero seguro. Enjoy! 

"Come on, Javi," you plead again, watching him chew thoughtfully. There's a sense of urgency in your voice as you desperately hope he’ll agree to be your date for your family’s Christmas gathering. "Please, I'm practically begging you. I'll get down on my hands and knees if I have to." This finally grabs his attention. Caught off guard while swallowing, he hears your words and can't help but let his imagination run wild. The image of you begging, not just for any favor, but for him – for his cock, fills his mind. With a sudden intensity, he forces the last bite of the torta cubana down his throat, triggering a fit of coughing.

Reacting quickly, you reach for the glass of iced water on the table, extending it toward him without a word. He accepts the offering from your outstretched hand, bringing the cool glass to his lips. In a fluid motion, Javi tilts his head back, the cup cradled by his fingers.

Your attention zeroes in on the man before you: The plushness of his lower lip curves around the rim of the glass; as he takes a sip, droplets of water cascade down, catching the afternoon sun and creating a glistening effect.

Mesmerized, you trace the path of those droplets, leading you to the delicate contours of his pink lips. Descending further with your gaze, you focus on his neck, where the rhythmic bobbing of his Adam's apple accompanies each sip. Involuntarily, you shift in your seat, a futile attempt to dispel the growing sensation stirring between your thighs.

Breaking the spell, he speaks, his voice rough as he clears his throat, "Okay, I'll be your date."

A wave of relief washes over you, and gratitude spills forth, "Thank you, thank you, thank you. You're so perfect. My family will love you."

A quizzical expression lingers on Javi's face as he asks, "Why don't you get a real date?" Despite knowing you could have your pick of anyone, there's genuine happiness in his eyes—an unspoken relief that you won't be taking another man to meet your family.

You sigh and offer an explanation, “I haven't met anyone, and it's pretty weird to introduce some stranger to your entire family on the first date. "Ya te dije (I already told you), my family keeps pestering me about getting a boyfriend. It's the same thing every Christmas, '¿nena y el novio? (baby girl and the boyfriend?)’ 'Mami, quiero que conozcas al sobrino de la vecina de mi comadre. (Mami, I want you to meet my friend’s neighbor's nephew.)’ '¿Mija, ya tienes novio? ('Mija, do you already have a boyfriend?)’ I love them, and they mean well, but I can't take any more of it. Hopefully, when I show up and say that we're just getting to know each other, it will shut them up until New Year's. But by then, I'll tell them we work better as friends, and they'll pity me, so I'll be off the hook for maybe two years."

A knowing look crosses Javi's face as he probes, "And this has nothing to do with the fact that Caleb will be there?"

You groan at the mention of your ex-boyfriend's name. "A little bit," you mumble, slumping in your chair as thoughts of him flood your mind. "He's probably going to bring some girl, and if I show up alone," you pause, giving Javi a sweet smile, "without my best friend, my family will find out I had a boyfriend and I kept it from them."

You didn't mean to keep your relationship with Caleb hidden. You just didn't want to tell your family you had a boyfriend, in case the relationship failed—and guess what, it did. Two months into your relationship, you found out he was still talking to his ex, and you dumped him before shit got worse. Fortunately, your decision to keep your family in the dark spared you from telling them about Caleb, so you didn't have to share the news about the breakup, which, unfortunately for you, meant you had to see him at parties since his parents were friends with your uncle.

"Why don't we tell them we're in a relationship? Like, boyfriend and girlfriend," Javi suggests, attempting to sound confident, though inwardly, he's praying you won't freak out and shoot down the idea.

You blink, momentarily caught off guard and unsure of how to respond. Javier panics at your silence and rushes to add, "I mean, they already know who I am, and we know everything about each other. It would be more believable."

Chewing on your lip, you contemplate what he's proposed. It would be convincing, you think.

“Are there any embarrassing moments that your family will bring up that I should be aware of, my beautiful girlfriend?” Javi teases, a playful glint in his eyes.

In response, you roll up a napkin, forming a makeshift ball, and throw it at him, the projectile hitting him directly on the forehead. Javi grumbles good-naturedly, a blend of irritation and laughter, and you purposely ignore the flutter in your heart. "No, you’ll never hear those."

“Okay fine,” Javi huffs, a mock pout on his face. “What’s the story then?”

"Story? For what?" you ask, genuinely puzzled.

Javi looks at you as if you're not making the slightest bit of sense. “The story we’ll tell your family. You know they'll ask us so many questions.”

He's right. Your family will undoubtedly bombard you both with questions, seeing as they only know him as your friend and not the guy you've been secretly harboring feelings for.

"I mean, in movies, they always seem to have background stor-" Javi abruptly stops, hoping you don't make the connection about the kind of movies he's referring to.

But, of course, you catch it. “¿Aww, te gustan los romcoms, Javi? (Aww, do you like romcoms, Javi?)”

"¡No!" He blurts out, his face turning a shade of red that extends from his face to the tips of his ears. "We've just- we need to establish a timeline."

Watching him stumble through the sentence, you decide to spare him further embarrassment. "Mmm... we can say we've been dating for a month. It's enough that they won't scold me for not telling them about the relationship earlier, right?"

"We can say I asked you out right after Thanksgiving, so that gives us a little over a month since Thanksgiving was on the 22nd."

"Okay, yeah, that sounds good. And are you okay with staying over at my aunt's house since we'll be drinking? Or do you want to drive back to your apartment after we say our goodbyes?"

"Wait, your aunt with the big-ass house is hosting Christmas for your family this year?" He asks, sitting straighter in his chair. Javi's excitement is palpable as you nod. "Yeah, I'm staying over," he declares.

“Trae dos mudas de ropa (bring two changes of clothes)," you instruct him.

“¿Pjs y algo para la recalentada? (Pjs and something for the afterparty?)” Javi guesses but needs confirmation, not wanting to make a fool of himself. In fact, he's determined to make a good impression on your family.

"Mhm," you hum in agreement and then ask him about his previous plans. "You said you weren't going to spend Christmas with your family. Are you sure?"

"My dad's going to Monterrey, and I didn't get my passport renewed, and it's too late now. It's fine; I like spending time with your family." I like spending time with you.

"You just want to get fed," you tease.

"How'd you know," he goes along with your teasing tone.

“Ya te conozco (I already know you),” you tell him, and Javi feels butterflies in his stomach.

Your phone vibrates on top of the white and blue plaid tablecloth. You pick it up and see a notification that your Christmas dress is ready for pickup. "Oh shit, I've gotta go pick up my dress." You scramble to get up and collect your trash.

Javi gently grabs your wrist and tells you, “Ve. Te tiro tu basura. (Go. I'll throw your trash away.)"

Your breath hitches at his touch, and you thank him. You drop your Coke can and take a few steps until you reach him. "You're the best. I love you." You lower yourself a bit to give him a kiss on the cheek. His heart races, and he's scared you'll see him turn beet red, so he stands up and envelops you in a hug. He's hit with your smell, and a groan nearly falls from his lips.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow at 8," he says in a shaky voice, whispering into your ear. Grateful for the long-sleeve shirt you decided to wear that morning, your skin breaks into goosebumps around his body. "That's still early, you know?" you object into his chest.

Feeling the lower half of his body respond to having you so close, he pulls away, not wanting to scare you or make you uncomfortable. “¿Entonces a las ocho y media? (So at eight-thirty?)” he asks, now standing a couple of steps away from you.

"See you then," you nod. Glancing at your watch, you realize you really have to get going.

"What color will your dress be?" he asks before you leave.

"Red," you smile, swinging your bag over your shoulder.

Javi gulps; red is his favorite color. He wonders if he'll be able to handle seeing you in it while pretending to be your boyfriend.

"Bye, te veo mañana (see you tomorrow),” you say goodbye one last time.

"Bye," he waves and watches you walk off. As soon as you're out of his view, he's left standing there, hands on his face, and he groans into his palms. Yeah, he doesn't know how he'll get through tomorrow night pretending he's in love with you because he is in love with you but can't show it.

Just as you apply the last coat of lipstick in your foyer mirror, you hear a knock on your door. Palms slightly damp, you start second-guessing taking Javi to your family party. You hear him say your name through the locked door and quickly tell him you're coming. With a slightly trembling hand, you turn the doorknob, your heart thudding in your chest at the sight of Javi. He's wearing a black leather jacket over a red cable-knit sweater, and God, he smells amazing—tones of sage, wood, and maybe some bergamot. All you know is that you want to push him against the door and put your mouth all over him—mouth, neck, chest, cock—you don't have a preference.

While you're busy ogling him, Javi is staring at you with his jaw near the floor. You're in a burgundy dress with black flowers all over, accentuating your beautiful figure. He makes a mistake when his gaze moves up, landing on your lips. Javi has to bite his tongue to suppress a groan at the sight of your luscious red-stained lips. They look so plush and enticing, and he twitches in his pants.

"Hi, Jav," you greet him in your sweet voice, making him look into your eyes.

The way your eyes sparkle, almost makes him lose his composure and profess his feelings for you. "¿Estas lista? (Are you ready?)" He says instead. 

"I just need to get my gifts," you point to the large gift bag you have set on the floor of your foyer. You only have two gifts in the much too large bag because your family does Secret Santa since it would be rather expensive to get each member of your family a gift. When you bend down to grab your things, Javi gets a perfect view of your round ass. He can't tear his eyes from you until he feels himself growing in his pants. He exhales trying to will his hard-on to go away. On his fifth breathing exercise, you turn around and tell him you're ready to go. Ever the gentleman, he signals for you to step out of your home first. 

"I just need to get my gifts," you point to the large gift bag set on the floor of your foyer. You only have two gifts in the much too large bag because your family does Secret Santa, as it would be rather expensive to get each member of your family a gift. When you bend down to gather your things, Javi gets a perfect view of your round ass. He can't tear his eyes away until he feels himself growing in his pants. He exhales, trying to will his hard-on to go away. On his fifth breathing exercise, you turn around and tell him you're ready to go. Ever the gentleman, he signals for you to step out of your home first.

As you brush past him, he's hit with the aroma of your perfume, and the sweetheart line of your dress offers a perfect view of your cleavage. He has to close his eyes to focus on anything else. After you lock up, he leads you to his car, takes the bag from you, and uses his free hand to help you down the steps. He opens the passenger door, puts your bag in the back seat, and goes to his seat to start the truck. You watch as he reverses, placing a hand behind your seat's headrest. His single hand moves the steering wheel, and you have to physically stop a whine from slipping past your mouth by biting your lip. You feel the wetness accumulate between your thighs, and you don't know how you'll get through the night.

The car ride over was hell on earth for both of you. Javi had to resist the urge to reach over and place his hand on your perfect thighs and move it further up. And you had to watch as Javi handled the gear stick with his big hands and thick fingers. You're both relieved to make it to your aunt's house. Javi insists on opening the door for you, and when he helps you get out of his truck, he gives you his hand to guide you. Next thing you know, he's taking the items from the back seat. Javi swings a backpack filled with his stuff, including clothes, and the bag where you have your gifts. You take it from him without him noticing, and he takes out a chocoflan.

You hear the house door open, and people beckon you over. Javi closes the door and takes your hand in his. He leads you up to the entrance, and you hear gasps and mutters coming from your family.

“¡Ay, mi sobrinita! (Oh, my little niece!)" one of your uncles yells as you're inches away from the door.

“¡Tío!” you exclaim, happy to see him. Before you can say anything else, he gives you a bear hug. You slowly push off to turn to Javi, who is still holding your hand. “Tío, this is Javier, my boyfriend." Your uncle's eyes widen a little, but it's quickly replaced with joy.

“Javi, él es mi tío Nicolás, es el tío de mi papá (Javi, this is my uncle, Nicolás, he's my dad's uncle)," you explain to your boyfriend for the night.

Javi gently untangles your laced hands and extends his hand to your uncle. “Buenas noches. ¿Cómo está? (Good evening! How are you?)"

“Hola, Chavalo. Bien gracias (Hey, kid. Fine, thanks)," your uncle replies and shakes Javi's hand. "And you?"

Their handshake ends and Javi pulls you into his side. "Me alegra. Estoy muy bien ya que estoy con ella (I'm glad to hear that. I'm very well now that I'm with her),” Javi tells your uncle, giving him a dashing smile while he gives you a lovey-dovey look.

You don't know who is happier at Javi's response—your uncle or you. "Oh, here, I brought dessert," Javier hands your uncle Nicolás the custard dessert with a chocolate cake base.

“Come in, come in,” the older man ushers you inside the house.

“Miren quien llegó (Look who arrived),” your uncle's voice rumbles throughout the house. Footsteps make their way to you three, and your family's faces light up. Voices overlap, greeting you, but they seem confused over the man beside you.

“¡Hola!” you smile. "This is Javi, he's my boyfriend," you introduce, rubbing his arm.

Javi doesn't get a word in because your cousin slaps his back and says, “¡Habla, pe causa!” Javi smiles and tells him good evening.

Once your cousin goes away, you whisper to Javi, "That was César, and he said, 'What's up, man.'"

"I knew that," Javi lies, running his tongue over his cheek.

“¡Como que ya tienes novio! (What do you mean you have a boyfriend!)" a familiar voice screeches from the living room.

You cringe as you hear your mom's angry voice and your dad telling her to calm down. Fuck, I forgot I have to tell my parents about Javi, you think.

When your parents see Javi, they physically relax. "Javi!" She gasps. “¿Él es tu novio? (He's your boyfriend?)” Your mom asks.

“Él es mi novio,” you confirm. Javi's heart leaps because somehow in Spanish, you calling him your boyfriend sounds a million times better.

"¡Ay, qu�� alegría! (Oh, what joy!)" She says and clasps her hands. For a long time, she's asked you if you two are anything more than friends, and she's always disappointed when you say no.

"I'm happy for you, mija," your dad tells you, hugging you.

"Thank you, Dad," you say relieved at their quick acceptance of Javi.

"Tu mamá está muy feliz (Your mom is very happy). It's just that you told your aunt first, and she was blindsided," your dad fills you in, and you hear your name being called. You whip your head to the kitchen and see your aunt coming to you with her arms extended.

“Titi Yalissa," you muffle into her curly hair. Your aunt jumps up and down with you in her arms. "Oh, I missed you so much," she says and lets go of you once she remembers what you told her. "Where's your boyfriend?"

You grab Javi's hand and bring him closer to your aunt. "Javi, this is my aunt Yalissa."

“Titi, this is the guy I told you about. His name is Javier."

"Es un placer conocer al hombre que tiene a mi niña tan feliz (It's a pleasure to meet the man who has my little girl so happy)."

Javier smiles at your aunt's happiness and decides to comment on her house and thank her for the invitation. "It's my pleasure. Tiene una casa hermosa (you have a beautiful house)," he pauses to look over at you, “como su sobrina (like your niece). Thank you for inviting me." Your heart thuds in your chest at Javi's words.

Everyone around you coos and awws, and you feel your ears burn.

"Let me show you your rooms, so you can set your things."

You and Javi follow your aunt up the stairs and into the hallway. She comments on how good you two look together and how it's adorable that you're matching. Her observation catches you off guard, and you look at both of your outfits. Oh my God! Is that why he asked me what color my dress was? Did he want to match? While you're lost in thought, you miss Javi's charming words about how perfect you look.

"Javi, this will be your room," your aunt points at a room on the left side. She says your name and then points at the room at the end of the hall, "Your room is still untouched, and you have your clothes there if you need anything."

Someone calls her from the kitchen, and she apologizes, telling you to come downstairs when you're ready for some food.

When Javier hears her descend the stairs, he asks you, "We're not sharing a room?"

"No. She's kinda against pre-marital sex."

Javi shoots you a look that says he knows you haven't made a vow of chastity.

"Okay, she doesn't know that," you say.

Javi sets his backpack in his room, and you make your way to the small dining room.

"Nena (babygirl), how are you?”

“Tía Mercedes!” you scream once another one of your aunts comes into view.

“Every day you get more and more beautiful!” she says to you. “Oh, and where is that boyfriend of yours? Tu tío Beto me dijo que vos ya tenés uno (Your uncle Beto told me you already have one.)”

For what feels like the hundredth time, you introduce Javi. Your aunt gushes over him and is scandalized when she hears he hasn’t eaten yet.

“No puedo creer que no les han dado nada de comer (I can't believe they haven't given you anything to eat). Come here.” She leads you to where the food is laid out, and to say it’s a lot is an understatement.

"Okay, so we’ve got croquetas, empanadas, ceviche, tamales, pasteles, chuchitos, pan con pollo, carne asada, hallacas, chimichurri, tostones, hornado de chancho, pavo al horno, chipa, pan dulce, y no se qué más." Your aunt lists off the myriad of food, whether it’s side dishes or main courses.

“And to drink, there’s coquito, champurrado, atol, ponche, arroz con leche, café con queso, chocolate caliente. If you want something else, you can ask Beto. It’s probably in the kitchen.”

You and Javi grab whatever you crave and add it to your plate before heading to the larger dining room. Everything had been going well until you saw your ex. Javi noticed you tense up, and he followed your line of sight, landing on your ex-boyfriend, Caleb. With food and drinks in his hands, Javi couldn’t physically comfort you. A soft whisper from him, a simple “Hey,” was enough to unfreeze you, and you both walked to your seats, strategically far away from Caleb and his girlfriend.

Dinner went by smoothly. Your family was eager to learn about the new man in your life, and you explained that before becoming your boyfriend, he had been your best friend and someone you trusted with your life. One of your little cousins was curious about how he asked you to be his girlfriend. To your surprise, Javi spun an elaborate story about taking you stargazing and making it official under the night sky. He described the story with such vivid detail that it brought tears to your eyes, and your family found it incredibly heartwarming. Little did they know, part of those tears were tinged with sorrow, knowing that after this night, the charade of this "relationship" would come to an end. The other part of you felt pure love for Javi, appreciating the effort he was putting into making your family believe in your fake romance.

After clearing the plates and sharing the story, Javi couldn’t help but notice Caleb shooting daggers his way. Frankly, he didn’t care about Caleb's feelings, but when he saw him staring at you, Javi couldn’t suppress the desire to leap across the table and strangle him. Thankfully, one of your cousins interrupted and announced that a game of lotería would be played outside if anyone wanted to join.

You take your cup of ponche, and Javi grabs his cup of atol as you both make your way to the backyard, where a table is already set up for the game. Soon, the table of 25 is full, and some have to wait for the next round. With beans in hand, you eagerly listen for the first card to be called.

“Ahí les va la primera tarjeta (Here comes the first card),” Uriel, your favorite cousin's husband, warns. He shuffles the cards in the deck and flips the first one over.

“La Sirena (the siren).”

You squeal and instantly put your bean on top of the square where a siren is underwater. You hear groans from the people who didn’t have the siren on their cards. Javi, not having much luck, simply watched you with the biggest smile, reveling in your excitement over the lead.

Uriel flips the next card and announces, “La Luna (the moon).”

This time, neither you nor Javi has luck. Displeased, you watch as Caleb places a bean on his card.

“¡El soldado! (The soldier!)”

You look at your card—nothing. You look at Javi’s card—still nothing. A feeling of being watched makes your head turn to Caleb, and he’s smirking at Javi because he got another bean on his table. “Not good at lotería,” Caleb tuts, “is there something you’re actually good at?” he says condescendingly. 

You have half a mind to tell him all the ways Javi is perfect, even throwing in a few lies about your fake intimate life, but Javi rests his right hand on your thigh, and just like that, all your hatred bubbles away.

“Before I call the next one, does anyone have all three characters?” Whoops and cheers come from a few uncles, cousins, and family friends. “Okay, does anyone have a line nearly filled?” Uriel asks another question, and this time is met with silence.

“Bueno (Oh well),” he moves on and pulls from the deck, “La maceta (flowerpot).” You wish you had one of those to throw at Caleb’s head. Your wish is answered when someone yells, “¡Aguas!” You and Javi instantly duck, and much to your dismay (not), Caleb doesn’t, and the flying rag hits him right between his eyes. He groans in pain and starts to pick a fight with Marta, one of your cousins. Marta's fiancé stands up for your cousin, “Sos un hijo de remil putas. He told you to watch out. It's your fault you didn't listen." Everyone agrees with Flavia, and they tell Caleb he should've ducked. Your ex finally shuts up, and your family urges Uriel to draw the next card.

“El cotorro (the parrot)." Javi moves quickly and places the bean he's had in his hand for a while. You're so happy for him; that you nearly spill your drink onto the table.

A few more cards are drawn, and you haven't made as much progress, but Javi, on the other hand, has his card nearly full of beans. He needs four consecutive beans in a straight line, but he's missing two beans to win.

“La mano (The hand)." 

“Concha-tu-madre,” an uncle seethes in frustration as he doesn't have the hand on his card, but you know who does—Javi. 

“Ya me agüitaron (Ya’ll bummed me out). I'm going to put on music," your cousin, Darío, says, abandoning the game and hooking up his phone to the speaker. 

“El árbol (the tree.)” You sigh in disappointment as the last character Javi needs isn't called.

Music and various curse words fill the air, including but not limited to coño, jueputa, mamaguevo, japiro. 

"We have four potential winners," Uriel announces, "Y ahora... el gorrito (and now... the little hat)." 

“Mierda,” Javi's voice falls into a whisper because he doesn't have that card. By this point, he's memorized the entirety of his table, and when the hat was called, he knew it wouldn't be on his card.

You look around the table and see that Javi is among three people who need one more bean to win. 

"Let's see," Uriel says as he shuffles the cards. “El valiente (the brave man)” is yelled, and before you can react, Javi screams, "Lotería!" 

Everyone whips their head to your 'boyfriend,' and Uriel rushes to check Javi's card. You're filled with joy and practically bouncing in your seat. 

"We have a winner!" Uriel whoops, patting Javi's shoulder. 

"Beso, beso, beso (kiss, kiss, kiss)" your family chants, wanting you to celebrate with your boyfriend. Your breathing labors, and you don't know how to get out of it. Luckily, you get called to the kitchen, and Javi looks relieved. Your heart drops. He didn't want to kiss me. You excuse yourself and hurriedly make your way to the kitchen.

Javi's left in his seat trying to regulate his heartbeat. He didn't want to kiss you. Not because he didn't want to. God, he wanted to taste your lips, but he's scared that if he kisses you, he'll never stop.

In the kitchen, you scoop food into Tupperware for you and Javi, when you hear a man say, "You said he was just a friend,” the voice accuses. 

"Caleb," you spit with venom.

"You're with him now?" he asks hands in his pant pockets.

"I am. And I'm very happy with Javi," you say simply, adding rice to your blue Tupperware container.

"Come on, we were so good together. Don't you remember? We could be great again. Don't you want that?"

"No is the answer to every single thing you just said."

"What's so special about him? You didn't want to tell your family about us, but you bring him around?" Your ex is furious. When he saw you walk in with that dress and with Javi, hands intertwined and looking up at him like he was the best prize, he nearly lost it.

You turn around with your back to the entrance of the second dining room and point the spatula at your ex. "What isn't special about Javi is the better question. He's sweet, kind, determined, funny, and everything you're not. That's not all I love about him though; he makes me feel loved and heard, and he's my best friend. Javi is everyone's dream."

Caleb scoffs, and his only defense is, "What kind of name is Javi?"

You feel a possessive hand on your stomach, and it moves you back towards the owner's body. No, no, I can take care of this myself, you think, and then his cologne hits your nose, and you feel the warmth of his body, and your mantra of standing up by yourself evaporates.

"What kind of name is Caleb? Why don't you go back to your ex and leave my girlfriend alone?" Javier says, voice deeper than usual, making the rat of your ex retreat with his tail between his legs.

"Want me to kick his ass?" Javi questions.

"Nah, I have a feeling it'll ruin the holiday spirit. Thank you for that though."

You realize he could've heard your conversation with Caleb and ask, "How much of that did you hear?"

"When he made fun of my name, which is fantastic, by the way," he responds.

"Javi is a fantastic name," you assure him, "Javi," you say his name, testing it like it's the first time saying his name.

Javi nearly facepalms himself because hearing his name falling from your lips is making him harden again. Not to mention how you defended him to your ex. He's never heard kinder words about himself until you. Lately, Javi has felt like a failure. He failed to get into the DEA academy, and it was terrifying to think he would feel like that for the rest of his life. But when he's in your presence, everything else just melts away.

"How was my family while I left you unsupervised?" You ask, resting your head on his chest.

"Great. One of your cousins talked about the fact that the Christmas celebration was a pagan holiday and another about companies making a fortune based on Christmas. Your uncle, Ramon, I think started talking about los terrenos y le quitaron la corona (inherited land and they took away his corona beer.)”

"Oh god," you sound horrified, "I'm sorry about my family."

Javi slides his hands up and down your arms, "you have nothing to be sorry for. Mi familia también es así o peor (my family is like that or worse)." He knows he shouldn't say the words but can't help himself, "Our kids will have the biggest family."

Your mouth drops in surprise, and your mind flashes with images of you having a family with Javi, and your heart feels like it can explode.

"Your cousin was behind you," Javi says, looking past you.

A wave of disappointment washes over you. "Oh."

Javi lied. He didn't say that to convince your family about your relationship; he said it because he meant it.

The clock strikes 12 AM, beginning the 25th of December, and you all have to give out hugs to every single person at the party. Thankfully, it won't be awkward since Caleb and his plus-one left an hour ago. You get hugs from your entire family, and they each tell you how much they love you and how proud they are of you. When you reach Javi, you go for a side hug, but he pulls your face into his chest, and you exchange ‘feliz navidads.’ His smell is so comforting you want to stay there forever. You don’t pull away until someone announces it’s time to open gifts.

You take out the large wrapped box inside the bag you brought and give the gift to your little cousin, Gio. You bought him plenty of Hot Wheels and a racetrack that will take up a significant amount of space in his living room. Gio leaps into your arms and tells you you’re the ‘bestest cousin in the world.’ Your older cousin tells you she’ll give you her gift before going upstairs to the balcony to see the fireworks.

When Sandra leaves, Javi calls your attention. "Amor ven," the nickname falls easily from his beautiful lips; it makes you swoon. He pats the seat next to him, and in a few seconds, you’re next to him.

“I got you something,” Javi says nervously reaching into his pants pocket. He retrieves a square box and hands it to you gently like he’s scared you’ll move your hand and drop it.

You take the box fully into your hand. You lift the top, and your eyes begin to water. You scold yourself internally that this shouldn’t make you cry, but the beautiful necklace makes it impossible not to. It’s not because it’s a pretty necklace but you’re tearing up because of the letter attached to the gold chain – a J for Javier.

Javi misconstrues your tears for hatred. “I can exchange it for something else,” he’s quick to spit out."

“I love it, Javi,” you promise, words dripping with sincerity. “¿Me lo pones? (Can you put it on me?)” you ask him, getting ready for him to clasp the necklace.

His fingertips make contact with your nape, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You briefly wonder if that will happen every time you make the slightest contact tonight. Javi adjusts the necklace and clasps it, ensuring he doesn’t accidentally get some of your skin, which he was afraid he’d do because his hands were developing a thin layer of sweat.

“Done,” he tells you breathlessly, and you turn around to show him.

He feels ridiculous that seeing his initial on your chest makes him go crazy. Yes, part of him feels beyond happy that you liked your gift. When he was shopping, trying to find you a gift, he stumbled upon a jewelry store, and he knew he had to get it for you. He didn’t buy it to ‘brand you’. Javi genuinely wanted you to carry a part of him, just like he always carries you everywhere he goes.

You hear the first fireworks go off, and Javi says, “Ya es hora para los cuetes (it’s time for the fireworks).” He helps you get up, and everyone makes their way up the mahogany stairway. You meet Sandra on the 2nd floor, and she gives you a white and red striped metallic-wrapped box. That childhood excitement of opening presents is still there. You feel giddy and tug at the taped ends to rip the paper. Once you’re able to see a sliver of the actual gift, you hold it to your chest.

“Sandra! You did not just gift me a sex toy!” You whisper-yell, the shock and embarrassment evident in your tone.

Sandra was known for being direct; she was your older cousin but more of a big sister. She had been a reliable source of guidance, especially when it came to your body, relationships, and intimacy. In fact, you had learned more from her than from your mandatory sixth-grade sex Ed class. You'd often sought her advice, grateful for her non-judgmental attitude. Sandra was always there to help, whether it was explaining innuendos or first-period crises. You remember when you got your first period, you ran to her after your mom called her for moral support. So, in a way, you shouldn't have been surprised by the gift when you complained to her about your trusty wand giving up on you.

“I recall getting a phone call telling me one of your favorites was no longer working. But with that boyfriend of yours, I don’t think you’ll be needing this, so I can take it back,” she smirks, enjoying making you flustered and sputtering on your words.

“A gift is a gift. You can’t take it back,” you argue, hugging it further into your chest. With the night you’ve had, you’re 100% certain the toy will have its grand premiere.

“Ooo using it with your man tonight to spice things up, I like that.”

You turn around and see Javi standing there with his hands by his side. His pretty lips are parted in an ‘o,’ and you can’t believe he just saw your cousin gifting you a sex toy for Christmas.

“And that’s my cue to leave,” Sandra gives you a peck on the cheek and slips past you to go to the stairs and up another floor.

“Woah. That’s certainly a gift,” Javi states.

You want the ground to swallow you whole. Here you are hugging a fucking sex toy in the middle of the hallway with the man you love staring at the gift.

“I’m going to put this in my room,” you say robotically and make a run for your room. Oh my god, oh my god, he did not just see that. With the box still in your arms, hoping you don’t run into anyone, you open the door to your room just enough to slip inside and shut the door. Your heart is beating erratically, and you consider staying in your room for the rest of the night, but you know they’ll be calling for you soon. You finally unlock your arms and take the gift into your hands. There’s still wrapping paper covering the gift, so you take it off and take in the toy for the first time. You mistook the handle for a dildo. It wasn’t a plastic dick you thought you received; it was a clit stimulator. Color? Red.

After you placed your new gift on top of your bed and covered it with a sweater, you found the courage to face Javi. You opened your door and found Javi with his fist raised as if he was a second away from knocking.

“Let’s go,” you croak, hoping he won’t ever bring up what happened a few minutes ago.

Javi wordlessly agrees, and you both walk to the stairs in silence to go to the balcony. As you approach the final stairs, you hear more fireworks go off, but their timing isn’t consecutive, so you know the big event is yet to come. Once you’re outside, near the entrance, there’s a table with drinks that range from alcohol to traditional beverages to a mix. You take a Corona, and Javi picks up a glass of coquito. The balcony is packed, but it's big enough that you don’t feel like packed sardines. Music is blasting on the speakers; some of your family is off dancing, and some men are huddled around talking about work, while your younger cousins are playing with their new toys in a corner. You still haven’t talked to Javi, and it’s slowly killing him. He didn’t mean to embarrass you by walking in on Sandra giving you your gift, but when he overheard the term 'sex toy,' it was as if an invisible force nailed him to the floor. Javi racks his brain for how to start a conversation with you. He knows the firework show will commence any minute now, and he won’t be able to get a word in.

"You look beautiful," he blurts out before his brain can catch up with his mouth. Okay, not what he wanted to start off with, but it’s definitely not a lie.

“Thank you,” you say sheepishly as the fireworks start going off one after another.

“I mean, you look beautiful every day,” Javi says in the midst of a chrysanthemum exploding in the sky.

"What?" you reply, struggling to make out his words over the resounding explosions.

Once the sounds die down, your aunt Odilia passes by, catching sight of you and Javi standing closer, facing each other. “¿Como están los enamorados? (How are the lovebirds?),” she says with adoration before moving on. Her statement prompts a few head turns from your family, who go on to comment about how cute you look with your boyfriend.

"I said," Javi begins, lowering himself to your ear, "You look beautiful. You always do, but tonight..." He stands up straight, locking eyes with you. Javi delicately strokes your cheek with the back of his fingers. “Es como si me hubieras puesto bajo tu hechizo (It’s like you’ve put me under your spell),” he confesses softly, his voice filled with adoration.

You find yourself unable to conjure a reply. Your entire focus is consumed by him—the way he smiles, the dimple on full display, the stray curls tousled from dancing, and the warmth of his fingers against your cheek. His nails graze your skin ever so slightly, leaving you questioning if it's a figment of your imagination. A fleeting thought crosses your mind, wondering what it would be like to feel his nails embedded into your hips as he guides you in rhythmic movement. Taking a deep breath to regain composure, you inhale his scent, causing your head to spin. In the midst of your reverie, Javi's voice pulls you back.

"Your family is expecting a kiss. May I?" he asks, breaking the spell.

"What?" you respond, dumbfounded. While you heard him, the question leaves you in disbelief.

“¿Te puedo besar?” he repeats, his heart seemingly pounding out of his chest, laying his intentions bare.

As you nod and rasp out a breathless "yes,", Javi cups your cheeks with a gentle urgency, bringing his lips to yours in a passionate collision. It feels like heaven with his mouth molding seamlessly with yours. His taste is a delightful concoction of coconut, Don Q rum, cinnamon, and condensed milk—remnants of the coquito he had earlier. In the intoxicating embrace, you clutch his shirt, pulling him closer, savoring every fleeting second because it could be the first and last kiss you'll ever share.

Opening your mouth wider, you send a silent invitation, and he responds, his tongue tangling with yours, the passionate sounds blending harmoniously with the distant fireworks. Amid the explosive bursts in the night sky, the sounds of your fervent kiss are almost lost, and worked up and lost in the moment, you can't help but whimper into his mouth. When the sound of your own desire reaches Javi's ear, he knows he should pull away before the intensity escalates. Reluctantly, Javi breaks the kiss, mindful of the familial audience surrounding you. Both your chests rise and fall in tandem, the shared breathlessness lingering in the air. The post-kiss silence is punctuated by the distant echoes of the ongoing fireworks.

Separated but still entwined in the magic of the moment, you catch your breath. You admire the way Javi's brown eyes reflect the vibrant colors bursting in the sky. Javi gazes back into your eyes, marveling at the way they brighten with each explosion in the sky. It's a parallel to his own feelings as if miniature fireworks detonate in his heart whenever he looks at you. His earlier realization holds true; having kissed you, he never wants to stop.

"Okay, well, I'm going to bed," you say, gesturing toward the door, your eyes avoiding his gaze.

“Buenas noches,” he replies, a tinge of sadness coloring his voice.

You steal one last glance at him and urge yourself to get to your room before you throw your friendship down the drain for another kiss. So that’s what you do; you open the door, whisper one last goodbye, and shut the door. Javi closes his eyes, scolding himself for making things awkward. As he goes to his room, he focuses on thinking about what to do to fix your friendship. One thing he knows is that he can’t lose you.

Inside your room, you press against the wooden door. You have no idea how you’ll get through tomorrow, much less through the rest of your life. our eyes wander around, taking in the familiar walls of the room. You’ve had your own room at your aunt's house since you were a little girl, and there are some things that have remained the same. There's a shelf against a wall that contains a few of your stuffed animals from your childhood. You took down your posters from when you were a teen but kept the same paint color of dark red because you knew you couldn’t have your room all black. 

Realizing you still wear Javi's jacket, you gently remove it, placing it on your bed. You hate that it looks like it belongs in your room. You sigh and go to your bathroom to get ready to toss and turn in your bed.

In the midst of removing your makeup, having already brushed your teeth, a soft knock interrupts the quiet solitude of your room. Confused, you quickly dry your face and rush to open the door, wondering who it could be. It’s Javi. He's outside your door, his hair a mess like he ran his hands through it repeatedly.

"Can I come in?" he asks, his eyes searching yours.

"Javi! They'll kill me if they see you in my room," you whisper.

"Please, cariño?" 

His tone is filled with a vulnerability that softens your resolve. You take a quick glance down the hallway and find it deserted, so you quickly pull him into your room and shut the door quietly. As you assess him, clad in grey sweats and a black long-sleeve compression shirt, a rush of desire floods your body. Thoughts of peeling off his clothes and kissing him all over stir a wetness between your legs, leaving you certain your underwear is ruined after spending the day with Javi. 

"I'm sorry," he interrupts your dirty thoughts, and confusion crosses your face.

Sorry? Why is he sorry?

He sees the confusion written all over your face and continues, “I’m sorry for kissing you.”

What?

“If I knew it would make you uncomfortable, I wouldn’t have done it. Your friendship means the world to me. I’m sorry I ruined it. Cariño, what do I need to do to make us go back to normal? I’ll do anything,” Javi pleads with you.

You shake your head furiously. “No, Javi, you didn’t ruin anything. It didn’t make me uncomfortable,” you promise.

He breathes out a sigh of relief after you tell him he didn’t mess up the best thing that’s happened to him. “Why did you shut down after… after we kissed?”

“I don’t know, Jav,” you shrug, looking away. You feel your eyes sting at the tone of his voice. He sounds hurt. You've hurt the person you love, and you want to take him into your arms and apologize.

“Please don’t do that,” he implores, reaching for your hand. “Dime (tell me).”

A wave of apprehension washes over you; confessing your feelings is a leap into the unknown. You worry about the potential shift in dynamics, but you sense that Javi believes your withdrawal stems from him. “If I tell you, and you don’t like what I say, promise me we’ll forget this conversation,” you request, your lip caught between your teeth.

“What’s so bad you can’t tell me?” 

“Promise me, Jav,” you repeat, aware of the simplicity but needing that ounce of reassurance.

He nods solemnly. “Te lo prometo (I promise you).”

“Javi, I like you. So much,” your voice falls to a whisper. The ball is now in his court, freeing you from the weight of what-ifs.

Javi's reaction is priceless. The tension that once knitted his eyebrows together dissipates, giving way to a radiant smile that stretches from ear to ear. Leaning in, he cradles your chin in his hand and kisses you, a taste of mint lingering on his lips. This time, the kiss is tender, and gentle—a dance of shared feelings that leaves him dizzy and his stomach aflutter. As he withdraws, his forehead presses against yours.

“I like you too. For a long time now,” he confesses, the words clear and resolute.

“Really?” you ask incredulously, feeling like you're walking on air. This moment, a culmination of countless fantasies, was the very last scenario you expected to become reality.

“Yeah,” he affirms with a nod. The truth lingers on the tip of his tongue. “De hecho, te amo (In fact, I love you).”

“I love you too,” you reply with a smile, your hands slowly tracing up his chest. One hand passes his broad shoulders and reaches his nape. A gentle brush of your hands against his skin sends a surge of warmth through him. Your fingers run through his hair, eliciting a low groan from Javi, and you yearn to hear more.

“Javi, te necesito (Javi, I need you),” you murmur with half-lidded eyes.

He doesn't want to risk embarrassing himself with words, so he gently takes your hand off his hair and guides you towards your bed.

Walking with playful curiosity, he asks, "Am I the first guy you've sneaked into your room?"

"Mmm... I plead the fifth," you decide to answer coyly.

He narrows his eyes, "That's a yes then."

"¿Si te pones celoso, porque me preguntas? (If you get jealous, why would you ask me?)" you question him playfully as you hit the bed.

Javi's jaw ticks, and he says, "I'll make you forget about them."

His tone stirs a needy feeling in you, and you reply, " Sigue de perico, y no vamos hacer todo lo que quiero (Keep talking, and we won't be able to do everything I want)."

Tugging down on his shirt, you give him the signal. He promptly takes it off, treating you to your very own private show.

"Oh my god," you groan appreciatively when you see him shirtless—tan skin, toned stomach, and freckles on display. The grey sweatpants hang low on his hips, showcasing the V line and a dark patch of hair.

Javi revels in the effect he has on you. ”Turn around," he commands with dark eyes.

You instantly comply, spinning around so he can reach your zipper. Instead of tearing your dress off, he hugs you from behind.

“I don’t know if I told you before, but I really love this dress,” Javi says, running his hands over the velvet material. “Do you know how many times you made me hard tonight?” He confesses to having excused himself to the restroom multiple times to handle his hard-on discreetly.

"Javi," you whine impatiently, the revelation only intensifying the sticky mess between your thighs.

He pulls your zipper down, but you turn around, reaching your shoulders to slip the dress off, letting it pool on the hardwood floor.

"Dios mío (My God)," he exhales with a shaky breath.

"¿Te gusta? (Do you like it?)" you ask, referring to your lingerie that matches your dress. You're wearing a burgundy thong and a matching bra with lace material, revealing pebbled nipples. His fingers twitch, and he pulls you by the waist.

"Me encanta (I love it)," Javi whispers in your ear. His voice makes you slump against him as he unclasps your bra. “Why did you wear this?” he asks, his kisses trailing down your bare shoulder, devoid of judgment or ill will, just curiosity.

"You know what they say, 'to hope for the best, plan for the best.'"

"I don't think that's how it goes, baby," Javi chuckles into your shoulder and then presses his lips on your neck.

“Oh,” you say dumbly, savoring his kisses.

"Thank you for the outfit, my beautiful girl," he says, instructing you to get on the bed. As you settle on the mattress, you watch as Javi begins to remove his pants.

You watch in awe as his swollen cock presses against his stomach, and an undeniable desire to have it in your mouth engulfs you. Can a dick be pretty? God, his is so beautiful, you think to yourself. Javi gracefully crawls onto the bed, his hand reaching for your unclothed breasts.

“Mmm… so beautiful,” he hums, popping one of your tits into his mouth.

“Oh!” you exclaim, a mix of shock and pleasure coursing through you. Your arms extend onto the bed, and in the throes of passion, you accidentally hit something. The noise prompts Javi to lift his mouth from you and remove the blue sweater that conceals whatever your hands came in contact with. To his surprise, he discovers the present your cousin gifted you earlier.

“Clit and nipple stimulator,” he reads off the box.

Embarrassment washes over you, even though he just had your nipple in his mouth. Before you can say anything, Javi tears the box open and retrieves the toy. He presses the 'on' button, and it comes to life with a soft hum.

“Mi color favorito,” he says with a smirk.

Your brain struggles to form a coherent sentence. Javi sets the suction toy beside you and resumes attending to your nipples with his mouth. Lost in the sensation, your head falls back onto the bed. Suddenly, you feel a vibration around your other nipple. Lifting your head, you see Javi using the red wand on your right nipple.

“Oh God, Javi, I need you inside me,” you moan.

His response is muffled by your soft breasts. Gripping his hair, you lift him off you with a bit of force.

“I need to taste your pussy first,” he says with blown-out eyes.

“No,” you protest, craving him desperately.

It's not what he wanted to hear. “Please?” he insists. “I know I’ll cum embarrassingly fast, and I need to give you something before that happens.”

No. I want you now, you beautiful man. “Just a little bit,” you compromise. Normally, you'd eagerly jump at the prospect of him expressing a desire to eat your pussy, but you're so unbelievably turned on.

He toys with the band of your thong, and you lift your hips to let him remove it. Soon, they're in his hands, tossed aside on the floor. Laid bare for him, you're naked except for your jewelry. The gold 'J' nestles between your breasts, the left one still wet from his saliva, while your pussy glistens with slick accumulated throughout the night.

“Eres tan hermosa. Nunca he visto nada como tú y nada se compara (You're so beautiful. I've never seen anything like you, and nothing compares),” he confesses sincerely. Seeing you laid out before him, looking at him like he hangs the stars, leaves him breathless. He kneels on the floor, gently pulling your legs to be on either side of his face. Javi wastes no time as he begins to lick your cunt.

You gasp, placing one leg on his shoulder for added support. Responding to your silent request, Javi lifts your other leg onto his opposite shoulder.

“Ahh!” you cry out when his mouth presses closer onto your pussy, and he begins to devour you. His tongue explores, collecting all of your wetness into his mouth. Fuck, she tastes so good. I've been waiting to have her in my mouth for so long.

“So sweet, baby girl,” he murmurs between your thighs, causing vibrations that intensify the pleasure. You're already sweating and out of breath, unable to believe how quickly his mouth is bringing you to the edge.

He momentarily stops licking your folds and wraps his lips around your pearl. Your legs jerk, and you can't help but scream out his name. Javi quickly shushes you, urging you to be quiet, though his own noises betray the arousal he feels. He promises himself that once he can take you to his place, he'll never ask you to quiet down.

Opening your eyes, you're captivated by a sinful sight. Javi's intense and piercing gaze meets yours, the obsidian of his eyes seamlessly bleeding into the rich brown of his irises. Simultaneously, his tongue delves into your entrance, a sensation so electrifying that you can no longer endure the sweet torture.

“You’ve made me wetter, Javi, please fuck me.”

“No,” he objects.

“Javi por favor. Mañana podemos hacer de todo, pero te necesito ahora mismo (Javi, please. Tomorrow we can do everything, but I need you now.)”

He chides, “terca (stubborn girl),” but relents, releasing your legs. Taking matters into your own hands, quite literally, you guide him onto your bed, pushing him to lie back as you straddle him.

He believes he's died and gone to heaven, with you on top of him—a dream come true. “Condom?” he rasps out.

“I’m clean and on Nexplanon,” you nod toward your arm. “Are you okay with that?”

Feeling his cock pulse at the thought of being with you without a barrier, Javi nods vigorously and says, “Me matas bebita (you kill me, baby girl).”

His words draw a smile from you as you reach behind, feeling the velvety skin of his arousal in your hand. With deliberate slowness, you stroke him up and down.

“Uhh… fuck!” Javi groans, tossing his head back onto your pillow. The raw, guttural sounds escaping him become music to your ears, encouraging you to keep stroking him. Precome coats your hand, and you use it to slickly spread the moisture over him as makeshift lube. Javi continues panting, and you decide it's enough.

Rising on your knees, you guide him to your entrance. His head breaches you, and an involuntary whine escapes your lips.

“Oh,” you gasp, squirming on his lap. 

“Mmm!” Javi’s jaw drops, unable to believe that you're creating such intensity with just his tip inside

You ride him to open up, moving yourself on his head. “God, Javi!” your body burns as you straddle him. 

“Told you…” he pauses, gritting his teeth. “I should've s-tretched you.” 

You shake your head. “I can take you. I just- uh! I just need some time.” Javi is big and thick, prolonging the process, but you'd rather struggle than have him prep you.

As you keep bouncing on his tip, Javi thrusts up into you, causing both of you to moan. He places both hands, previously gripping your sheets, on either side of your waist, helping him fit more of his cock inside you. You rock back, feeling yourself open up, and you lower yourself down.

Your mouth hangs open, and you wail as the thickest part of him is embraced by your walls. Javi groans heavily and embeds his nails on your waist. You moan at the small ripple of pain and work yourself to sink down some more.

“I-I thought- ah! que me querías calladita, (that you wanted me to quiet down) and look at you…uhh louder than me.”

“You feel s-oh!” Javi can’t finish his response because you fully sit on his cock. Your hips are flush with his, and he swears he can cum this instant. 

“Hold on,” he tells you, breathing heavily, eyelids closed, and stilling you.

Once he feels he’s regained some composure, he lifts you off him. You slowly start to rock back and forth, chewing your lip to keep from screaming out. 

“Does it feel good?” Javi asks, eyes open once more.

You meet his dark eyes and moan, “Mhm, s-so good… Oh! Javi," you whine, "So big… you’re so big.”

He pulsates inside you, a low groan escaping his lips. "You can't say that," he mutters, shaking his head, not to express disagreement but to calm himself. Not yet, not yet, he chants. 

“Why not? It’s true.” You argue, throwing your head back at the pleasure coursing through your veins.

“Shit, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep going. Then I won’t earn first place for the best sex this room’s ever seen,” he laughs lightly to mask his mortification because he knows he’ll be cumming soon.

"You're so much better than anyone else,” you assure him, seeing through the self-deprecating comment he made.

He lights up at your praise. "Yeah?”

"Yes! You make me so full,” you sigh, bouncing on him a little faster. Your hand movement transitions from his hips to both hands sprawled on his abdomen. Pressing your body closer to him at an angle, both of you shake with pleasure. You keep rocking against him, and all he can do is watch. Javi takes in the way your breasts bounce and the way your necklace shines. Overcome with desire and possessiveness, he sits up suddenly, making you whine when you feel his sweaty and hot body against yours.

Javi seeks your mouth, and you eagerly comply. Your mouths crash, and it's all tongue and teeth. He's moving you slowly against him, but it's still a delicious sensation, and you can't help but moan into his mouth. The air in your lungs is slowly decreasing, so you pull away, and your head falls onto his shoulder. With your mouth away from him, he's able to wrap his arms around you and rock up, up, up with intensity. His pace ignites something within you, and you bite his wet tan skin to muffle your cries. Javi feels you tighten on him, and he pants out, “How are you so perfect? No entiendo (I don’t understand.)”

You can't answer him; you just bounce on him, feeling the telltale sensation of your lower stomach nearing the finish line.

“Amor,” he groans. The word sounds like sweet honey coming from Javi's lips, and it makes you gasp. Javi catches on and asks you, “¿Te gusta cuando te digo así? (Do you like it when I call you like that?)”

“Sí,” you confirm. He adjusts the angle of your legs, causing the wind to knock out of you, and the only words you're capable of saying are, “Amor, amor, amor…” This is the first time you've ever called Javi ‘amor’, and it does something to him. He knows he’s got a minute max before he blows his load.

Frantically, he takes one hand off your body and scrambles to find something on the bed. Lost in ecstasy, you don't notice, but then you feel a vibration on your pearled nub, and you jump from surprise. In an instant, you look down and see Javi has the red toy and is using it against your clit. Your eyes begin to water as you reel in the feeling of the man you love inside you and the delicious sucking of the toy.

You don't warn him; you don't even process the thought yourself, but you begin to shake on top of Javi. You feel every nerve in your body— all seven trillion of them—explode. You come in silence with your mouth into a perfect ‘o’. 

Javi doesn’t let up his ministrations; he keeps thrusting his hips upwards and using the red wand, prolonging your high. “That’s it, amor, you look so pretty cumming for me,” he whispers full of adoration. “Good girl, good girl,” he chants as he works you through the most intense orgasm of your life.

Javi bites his lower lip, determined to make this moment last longer; he never wants it to end. Once your vocal cords start functioning again, you cup his face with one hand and, with desperation, you tell him, "Ven, amor, relléname (Come, my love, cum in me).”

Javi feels like fireworks are going off in his body. He keens at your words filled with love and desire for him; he has no choice but to obey. The dam in his abdomen breaks, and “Ahh!” he groans, voice broken and raspy, letting go of the toy. You feel his hips stutter as they lose their steady rhythm, and he pulsates and spasms, the warmth of his seed fills you as he climaxes in ropes. Your body is overworked and sensitive, but you keep bouncing on him to milk every drop. You can't look away from him. His eyelids are heavy, his mouth is parted and panting as he moans and growls hoarsely, his neck is extended showing all the veins, and his skin is flushed in a beautiful red hue. Javi repeats your name over and over as his high washes over him. You caress his nape and run your fingers through his hair as he comes down from it. His spend and yours drip out of you and onto Javi.

"Holy fuck, that was amazing," Javi laughs, and you feel the rumble in his chest.

"Yeah?" you ask coyly.

“Best of my life," he sighs and rolls you over so you're underneath him.

You laugh and crane your neck to give him a peck on the corner of his mouth. God, that sound, Javi thinks. "I love you," he says, knowing he'll never stop telling you those three words.

"I love you," you echo. "Come on, let's sleep," you tell him.

"I've got to clean you up first," he says, climbing off and pulling out of you. You whine at the loss and miss him inside of you already.

His expression looks pained as he looks between your parted thighs, seeing his seed seeping out of your puffy cunt. Javi fights with himself as he debates leaving you with his cum inside. His index and middle fingers are taken by you and guided to your opening.

"Push it all inside," you command, knowing he doesn't really want to wipe it away.

"But your bed and—"

“Me vale (I don’t care)," you interrupt. Javi has always been concerned about how his actions affect you, and you find it sweet. However, you want this. You know he won’t give in to his desires if he thinks you don’t want this. So, you have to convince him you do. “Please,” and just like that, he’s collecting the creamy liquid around your labia and pressing it back inside you. 

You're oversensitive, but you melt at the feeling of his thick and long fingers inside you. Gripping onto his bicep, you savor the sensation as he makes sure most of the sticky substance goes back inside you. Whatever remnants are on his fingers, he sucks them and closes his eyes at the taste. You stare up at him and swear you could go another round if he didn’t fuck the energy out of you. 

“Should I go back to my room?” Javi asks. He doesn’t want to, but maybe you’d rather sleep alone.

“Please stay,” you tell him, gripping his arm tighter.

He nods. “Okay, baby, I’ll stay.” You sit up on your bed and undo your covers. Javi walks across the room to turn off the light, and when he comes back, you’re underneath your quilt. He climbs in next to you and extends his left arm so you can snuggle to his side. 

“Buenas noches, amor,” he whispers.

“Good night, amor. I can’t wait to wake up next to you,” you tell Javi before you drift to sleep.

In the silence, he admires your features and says, “I can’t wait to make you my wife and wake up next to you for the rest of our lives. Feliz Navidad, mi vida”

Extended A/N: I wrote this when Frankie didn’t exist yet; I promise I just don’t write for Javi! 

The last chapter of IYW should be out next week if I’m able to recolor the gifs I need. Thank you for reading!

[littlemisspascal]

New Writers added to The Pedro Library 🐼

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@anabdaniels Whiskey So, Rockabye, Baby

@absurdthirst @storiesofthefandomlovers Joel Mother’s Day Surprise / Pero The Empress and the Gladiator

@ezrasbirdie Joel As You’ve Always Been

@toomanystoriessolittletime Joel Invisible String

@mermaidgirl30 Joel Her Bodyguard, His Shining Star + Slip Into Me

@undercoverpena Joel It’s a Scratch / Din I’d Look For You / Javier Meet Me in the City Where We Won’t Sleep

@clawdeewritesfanfic Joel Tender When I Want To Be

@penvisions Joel Zest

@beskarandblasters Joel Delicate / Din You’re the Loss of My Life / Max It Will Come Back

@mothandpidgeon Joel Unrequited

@tightjeansjavi Joel Guilty Pleasure

@stylesispunk Joel “You’re the loss of my life”

@joelalorian Joel Petals of Affection

@eff4freddie Joel + Javier Privates / Dieter ‘Do you believe in aliens?’

@milla-frenchy Joel Under Pressure / Joel + Frankie Morning Waves

@guess-my-next-obsession Javier Guilty As Sin?

@frenchiereading Frankie Teach You Patience + Pocket Hug/ Marcus P Secret Message

@morallyinept Dieter Close Encounters of the Grocery Kind / Dave Respect / Oberyn Triad / Marcus M Devoutness

@schnarfer Dieter Trouble

@deakyjoe Dieter Love to Hate 

@covetyou Dieter Propagation

@javier-pena Materialists Quicksand

@djarinmuse Din Hair Kink

@lamamasjamas Din In Sickness and Health 

@beefrobeefcal Marcus P Let’s Get Physical

@boliv-jenta Corona Mr. Sandman

[flan-tasma]

Ok so this is for whenever you start posting again, and this contains a tiny spoiler for the new archon quest so if you haven't done it yet then you can ignore this So you know how during the archon quest Arlecchino confronts Furina when she's alone? That but with Dom Lyney (or Freminet if you don't do requests for Lyney yet i'll be happy with either one) and reader is Furina's assistant/servant (Not like neuvillette like they serve Furina and stuff) And instead of attacking the Reader Lyney (or Freminet depending on you choose to write) Fucks them? Yeah that's it, i feel like this is a little different from the other nsfw requests you've done so if this makes you uncomfortable then feel free to delete this

💖~ I haven't gotten to that part in the game yet, but I already wanted to write this kdhkdhd Sorry for the delay! :(((((

Writing Freminet crying and then Lyney horny is the most "sex mode: on" thing I've ever done.

I liked the idea of putting Reader as a lady-in-waiting in the care and service of Furina, I couldn't stop thinking that I would like to write for Furina with a Reader like this and the life they have together kdhkdhd ✨✨✨✨

Warning: smut, there is consent! Fem!Reader | Google Translate sponsors me (it's a lie) If I made any mistakes in the english translation, I would be happy to read your comments! | Content in spanish and english

Spanish:

La arconte Hydro te había enviado a buscar comida para gatos con la esperanza de hacer que un pequeño minino se dejara acariciar, parecía una misión sencilla comparada con las tareas que solían darte en los momentos más aleatórios, pero sonreíste, te inclinaste y seguiste la orden de tu señora. Poco sabías que ni bien cruzaras la esquina para ir a la cocina algo te interceptaría.

Una flecha había dejado la manga de tu camisa atravesada en la pared, el metal no te permitía liberarte y el olor a fuego que chamuscó tu ropa te alarmó. Entre las sombras apareció a quien menos habías esperado encontrar entre los pasillos tan cercanos a tu arconte y eso te hizo sudar más.

Lyney, vestido con su usual traje de mago con sombrero de copa, no te miraba con la galantería usual que demostró entre sus actos en los que acompañabas a la arconte Hydro, su sonrisa coqueta se mostraba muerta, con una expresión seria. Se acercó poco a poco a ti, acorralándote contra la pared en la que estabas.

"Monsieur Lyney, el uso de armas contra mi está restringido." Recordaste al mago que por fin te miró a los ojos, sonriendo de una manera extraña.

"Vamos, mon chéri, ¿el riesgo no es la parte más divertida de nuestra relación?" Las palabras burlonas de Lyney te golpearon salvajemente en el corazón, sonrojándote cuando su mano alcanzó tu mentón para mirarte mejor. "Habíamos hablado acerca de algo como esto antes, ¿o vine en mal momento?"

No podías dejar esperando a Furina tanto tiempo o te haría algún berrinche, pero las manos de Lyney en tu cintura y sus labios en tu cuello se sintieron más embriagadores que las anteriores veces en las que el mago se coló a tu habitación para un encuentro carnal. Sus dedos hábiles desataron tu corsé y solo pudiste tomar su cuello con un brazo para acercarlo para besar sus labios. Su semblante serio te daba una inquietante señal de que no te dejaría ir en mucho tiempo, y te lo confirmó cuando quitó la flecha de tu manga y te metió a una habitación cercana, un almacén en donde te presionó contra la pared mientras dejaba caer la vestimenta que usabas como dama de Furina. La falda larga cayó al suelo junto al corsé y la camisa chamuscada, la blusa interior desapareció entre la oscuridad del armario mientras Lyney creaba marcas en tus pechos.

"Lamento si... vine en un mal momento." Las palabras de Lyney estaban cargadas de arrepentimiento y culpa, pero su tono hambriento mientras se metía una de tus tetas a la boca, chupaba y su lengua masajeaba tu pezón con furia. Estaba tan necesitado, habiendo pasado semanas desde que te había visitado por última vez y ambos se necesitaban. "Pero puedes hacer esto por mi, ¿verdad? Puedes perdonarme luego."

Los dedos de Lyney jugaron con tu botón sensible a través de la ropa, manchando cada vez más la tela hasta que no fuera más que un mal necesario que quitaría del camino para tocarte más profundamente con dos dedos que entraban y salían manchados de humedad.

"O s-si quieres no me perdones." Querías preguntarle a qué diablos se refería, pero sus labios te besaron más rápido, callando lo que fuera que tuvieras en la cabeza y haciéndote mover contra sus dedos en busca de lo que ambos sabían que tendrían. El miembro de Lyney jugó con tus pliegues antes de entrar al mismo tiempo que sus manos dejaban marcas severas en tu cintura, sus jadeos se quebraron cuando te empezó a empujar fuertemente contra la pared y besaba tu pecho, en donde estaría tu corazón mientras se disculpaba por necesitarte tanto, por amarte tanto que lo único que quería ahora era llenarte hasta que el día acabe. "Te amo, de ve-verdad. Eso no es mentira, mon chéri."

Lyney lloraba por el placer mezclado con la culpa de estar engañándote para que Padre pudiera quitarle la gnosis al arconte Hydro, por haber empezado a visitarte para descubrir la rutina de Furina, por haberte usado hasta enamorarse de ti hasta el punto en que ahora gemía contra tu piel caliente y sudaba contra tu carne, machacando su polla contra tus paredes que apretaban su forma de manera perfecta.

La culpa no superó al placer cuando pintó tus entrañas con su semen y mordió tu cuello hasta dejar una bonita marca rojiza. Sus caderas no se detuvieron y siguió golpeando tus zonas sensibles y mojadas entre beso desordenados. Soltó más frases amorosas contra tu oído, maldiciendo internamente si luego pensabas que eran las mentiras más viles, marcó tu cuerpo para que no lo olvides si lo mandabas al diablo cuando te enteres de su engaño.

"Me dejarás follarte como disculpa, ¿verdad?" Lyney sonrió ante tu rostro bañado en lujuria, con tu perfecto maquillaje corrido y los labios de ambos manchados con labial. "Me aseguraré de follarte tan bien que me perdonarás todo, déjame mostrártelo."

English:

The Hydro archon had sent you to find cat food in the hopes of getting a little kitten to pet, it seemed like a simple mission compared to the tasks she usually gave you at the most random moments, but you smiled, bowed and followed the order of your lady. You didn't know that as soon as you crossed the corner to go to the kitchen something would intercept you.

An arrow had left the sleeve of your shirt pierced in the wall, the metal did not allow you to free yourself and the smell of fire that singed your clothes alarmed you. From the shadows, someone you had least expected to find appeared among the corridors so close to your archon and that made you sweat more.

Lyney, dressed in his usual magician outfit with a top hat, did not look at you with the usual gallantry that he showed between his shows in which you accompanied the archon Hydro, his flirtatious smile was dead, with a serious expression. He slowly approached you, cornering you against the wall you were on.

"Monsieur Lyney, the use of weapons against me is restricted." You remembered the magician who finally looked you in the eyes, smiling in a strange way.

"Come on, mon chéri, isn't risk the most fun part of our relationship?" Lyney's teasing words hit you savagely in the heart, blushing as his hand reached for your chin to get a better look. "We'd talked about something like this before, or did I come at the wrong time?"

You couldn't keep Furina waiting for so long or she would throw a tantrum, but Lyney's hands on your waist and his lips on your neck felt more intoxicating than the previous times the magician snuck into your room for a carnal encounter. His skillful fingers untied your corset and you could only grab his neck with one arm to bring him closer to kiss his lips. His serious expression gave you a disturbing sign that he wouldn't let you go for a long time, and he confirmed it when he removed the arrow from your sleeve and took you into a nearby room, a warehouse where he pressed you against the wall while he dropped the outfit you wore as Furina's lady-in-waiting. The long skirt fell to the floor next to the corset and the singed shirt, the undershirt disappeared into the darkness of the closet while Lyney created marks on your breasts.

"I'm sorry if... I came at a bad time." Lyney's words were laced with regret and guilt, but his tone was hungry for as he took one of your tits into his mouth, sucking and his tongue furiously massaging your nipple. He was so needy, it having been weeks since he had last visited you and you both needed each other. "But you can do this for me, right? You can forgive me later."

Lyney's fingers played with your sensitive button through your clothing, staining more and more of the fabric until it was nothing more than a necessary evil that he would move out of the way to touch you deeper with two fingers that moved in and out smeared with moisture.

"Or i-if you want, don't forgive me." You wanted to ask him what the hell he meant, but his lips kissed you faster, hushing whatever was on your mind and making you move against his fingers in search of what you both knew you'd have. Lyney's cock played with your folds before entering at the same time as his hands left severe marks on your waist, his gasps breaking as he began to push you hard against the wall and kissed your chest, where your heart would be as he apologized for needing you so much, for loving you so much that the only thing he wanted now was to fill you until the day is over. "I love you, really. That's not a lie, mon chéri."

Lyney cried out of pleasure mixed with guilt that he was tricking you so that Father could take Hydro Archon's gnosis, that he had started visiting you to discover Furina's routine, that he had used you until he fell in love with you to the point where he was now moaning against your skin hot and sweaty against your flesh, grinding his cock against your walls that squeezed his form perfectly.

The guilt didn't outweigh the pleasure when he painted your insides with his cum and bit your neck until he left a nice reddish mark. His hips didn't stop and he continued hitting your sensitive, wet areas between messy kisses. He blurted out more loving phrases against your ear, internally cursing if you then thought they were the vilest lies, he marked your body so you wouldn't forget it if you sent him to hell when you found out about his deceit.

"You'll let me fuck you as an apology, right?" Lyney smiled at your face bathed in lust, with your perfect makeup smudged and both of your lips stained with lipstick. "I'll make sure to fuck you so good that you'll forgive me for everything, let me show you."

[jamp15]

Me divierto mucho con tus publicaciones! Gracias por proporcionarnos esto,tu arte es tan hermoso(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

¡Una pregunta! ¿Coquetearías con Mychael? Si es así, ¿cómo?

Cuanto me alegra saber que te gustan mis dibujos. 💖

[Lo siento por la tardanza]

Y respondiendo a tu pregunta, si coqueteria con él, aunque soy de esas personas que son muy obvias cuando les gusta alguien y no saben coquetear para nada, Jaja. Pero intentaria darle cumplidos amistosos como un "Que guapo estas hoy".

[English]

I'm so glad to know that you like my drawings. 💖

[I'm sorry for the delay]

And in answer to your question, yes I would flirt with him, although I am one of those people who are very obvious when they like someone and don't know how to flirt at all, Haha. But I would try to give him friendly compliments like "How handsome you look today."

Prometo responder todas las preguntas, solo que me tardo por problemas de tiempo y que me canso de dibujar en celular (La pobreza by like) JSKS

I promise to answer all the questions, I just don't have time and I get tired of drawing on my cell phone, Hehe.

[mooncookiexd]

SHADOWPEACH🧡💜💖✨

ENGLISH

the monkey couple looks so cute💫🧡💜💖💫

hello i'm still alive

It's been a while, right?

It's been over a month since he posted xd

sorry for the delay, this month has been very busy for me :<

I'll try to give myself some time to post.

but well I let you enjoy this drawing that I made I hope you like it 👉👈✨️

ESPAÑOL

la pareja de monos se ve tan linda💫🧡💜💖💫

hola sigo con vida

Ha pasado un tiempo, ¿verdad?

Ha pasado más de un mes desde que publicó xd

lamento la demora, este mes ha sido muy ocupado para mí :<

Intentaré darme algo de tiempo para publicar.

pero bueno les dejo disfrutar este dibujo que hice espero les guste 👉👈✨️

[foli-vora]

one step at a time: ch 4.

pero tovar x f!reader

masterlist | series masterlist

a/n: sorry for the delay - easter was a busy time with the fam. i still haven't found time to update my taglist so i'm super sorry about that - i know i've got a few new additions, but i'll try and organise it all over the weekend. hope you enjoy the new chapter x

word count: 3k

warnings: swearing, mentions of food and tovar’s appetite, my new favourite oc's, smidgens of fluff and working into some feelings but this burn be slow-ish, he finds your book porn lmao

! please note that this story is for 18+ only due to future explicit scenes !

“Stop moving.”

“I’m not moving—”

“You are moving.”

He grumbles quietly to himself and shifts under the towel you placed around his shoulders, an obvious tension radiating from them. Your tongue peaks out from between your lips as you comb through a lock of his wet hair and make a somewhat straight cut with your kitchen scissors, tilting your head in focus when you ruffle out and study the freshly trimmed tresses.

“I mean, it could be worse.”

“Very reassuring, loquita, thank you,” he mutters sarcastically, shaking his head and raking his fingers through the damp strands.

“Keep up with the attitude and I’ll cut it all off,” you warn sweetly, chuckling when he throws you a frown over his shoulder. “Well, there’s no bald patches so I think I did okay. Can I dry it?”

“If you like.”

You reach for the hairdryer and turn it on, jumping in shock when he suddenly launches up from the chair and whirls on you in surprise, his fingers grasping at the towel like a damn lifeline. He stares at the contraption in distrust, and you click it off slowly, fighting the grin desperately tugging at your cheeks and holding it up in surrender.

“It’s fine, Tovar,” you reassure, “it’s just a hairdryer—it blows out hot air. Just trust me, okay? It won’t hurt you.”

After a moment of studying your face and the hairdryer, he eventually sinks back into the chair and stiffens when you turn it back on, before relaxing somewhat when you gently start to dry his hair. You smile when he starts to lean into your touch, appreciating the firm drag of your nails against his scalp with a calm hum.

You probably spend a bit too long merely playing with his hair, content to just give him a bit of peace but also finding yourself enjoying the way he softens at your touch, the tension slowly seeping away until he’s practically jelly against the back of the chair.

His hair is long dried by the time you step back with a quiet clearing of your throat, clicking off the hairdryer and slowly sliding the towel from his shoulders.

“All done,” you murmur, wondering why your heart suddenly felt like it was going to launch itself out of your chest.

It’s not him, obviously. You barely know the man. Maybe it’s just nice to be close to someone again, especially with it being so long since your last relationship. You’d lost interest in finding a partner a while ago, over the mere ‘hump and dump' culture taking over the dating scene and instead just focusing on work.

Yeah, that’s all it is.

It’s not him.

“Thank you,” he rumbles quietly, ruffling his soft hair with a rough hand and standing from the chair.

He turns, intending to take the chair back to your small dining table but you’re already halfway there to do it yourself, and your hands clash. It doesn’t help calm the wild beat of your heart. His skin is warm, the back of his hand surprisingly soft despite how calloused his palms are—

You pull away immediately, weakening from the horrific feel of heat washing along your skin, “Oh, I’m sorry—”

“No, the fault is mine—”

He clears his throat, dark eyes finding a sudden interest in the flooring while you desperately try to step around his frame. He unknowingly steps in your way, causing your front to bump into his, and his hands quickly come up to curl around your arms to steady you in surprise. You inhale sharply at his sudden proximity, eyes wide as they dart up to meet and bounce between his. 

“God, sorry. I’ll um… yeah, sorry,” you breathe, desperately ignoring the heat of his palms radiating through the thin sleeves of your tee and how it stirs something to life in the pit of your stomach. It’s not him—you’re just horny. Fuck. “I didn’t mean—sorry—”

“Say sorry one more time, loquita,” he mutters in amusement, lips tugging up into a barely there smirk that does nothing to help your little internal freakout, “I don’t think I heard you the first hundred times.”

You snort, shoving his shoulder softly, “Sorry. I uh… I’ve got a bit of hair on me, so I’m gonna take a quick shower, and then we can think about lunch. No point asking if you’re hungry because I know you are.”

He hums as you step past him, pleased with the idea of food, despite only just finishing a party bag size of barbecue crisps only moments before you had wrangled him down for a haircut. And a box of pop tarts before those. And two bowls of cereal before that. 

You’d have to take out a damn loan if he keeps eating the way he does. Your modest savings had taken a noticeable hit due to the new appearance that your carefully crafted budget didn’t plan for. It’s not like you expect a bloody time travelling hitch hiker to be one of your expected expenses.

It’ll be fine—he wouldn’t be hanging around for too long, and you can always make up for your losses with extra projects down the track. You just needed to focus on getting him home. You’re still at a complete loss with it all, unsure of what exactly to type into Google. There’s not a wikiHow on how to return someone to the past… or an alternate timeline… or wherever the fuck he came from.

Most of your time in the shower is spent frowning at the tile wall, lost in your thoughts and the potential whys and what ifs. Answers would have to be somewhere, you just needed to be patient. Determined. 

He’s lounging on the couch when you eventually emerge from the shower, your favourite big fluffy bath towel tucked firmly around your body as you make a quick detour to the fridge to grab a drink. He doesn’t bother looking up at you as you pass, too busy engrossed in the book spread open in his hands.

You pause as you reach the kitchen, a frown starting to develop between your brows as you vaguely recall the cover. Wait, is he…? No, no, no—

Spinning around, you hastily make your way over to the couch and reach to snatch the book out of his hands in a slight panic. He dives out of the way by rolling from the couch, a roguish grin working its way along his lips as he looks gleefully up at you.

“What is this?”

“Tovar, put the book down—”

“Loquita, this… this is obscene. Is this what literature is now?”

He’s fucking delighted.

What a monster.

“That’s a big word for you, caveman, and I’m surprised you even know what a book is—” you snap, hoping a little insult will throw him off track for just a few seconds for you to make a move for the book.

Heat grows along your chest and rises to your cheeks as he starts to read aloud a rather descriptive paragraph, his smile growing and growing as you desperately step around the couch and try to rip it out of his hands. He evades your reach again, the rough rasp of his laughter filling the room.

“This is a hungry woman… three men at once? What a handful. You are not at all what I had first thought, loquita. What kind of filthy, depraved thoughts reside in that head of yours?”

Dick.

“Wouldn’t you like to know! And I will not be shamed for reading and enjoying erotica in my own damn apartment,” you argue with a vicious point of your finger before giving up on trying to retrieve the book and instead standing with your arms crossed tightly across your chest, “there’s nothing wrong with it. Besides, it’s a good book.” 

He grins deviously, “I’m sure it is.”

“Okay, I’m done with this conversation. I’m going to my room to be alone because you’re annoying me—”

“Don’t forget your book, loquita. A trusty companion to keep you company when alone, no?”

He’s teasing—you see the shine of it in his eyes. You swallow, ignoring the angry heat biting at the tip of your ears and the way your heart jumps at the sparkle of mischief creeping into his expression. You can play, too. 

Shrugging, you step up to him and snatch the book from his grasp, holding it defensively to your chest. “It is actually—I enjoy how hot and bothered it makes me. Drives me crazy sometimes.”

A tinge of pink fills his cheeks and you grin, taking it as a victory and leaving him, for once, with nothing to say. You wait until you’re in the comfort of your bedroom, the door shut firmly against your back, to take a deep breath in an attempt to gain some control back over your wild heart. 

—

It’s not food waiting for you when you answer the knock on your door. Arthur stands somewhat defensively on your welcome mat, eyes narrowed in guarded suspicion but giving way to relief when they find you well and unharmed.

“Oh,” you mutter, “it’s you.”

“I just wanted to see how you’re going,” he says stiffly, eyes flicking over your shoulder no doubt in search of Tovar.

“Well I’m alive,” you drawl sarcastically, crossing your arms over your chest. “If I was dead, you’ve left it a little too late to check. I’d be leaking fluids all over my floor by now.”

“Oh, you two,” comes an impatient voice from behind him, and soon Arthur’s getting shoved gently out of the way.

You soften at the appearance of Charlie, fixing his blue paisley ascot tucked beneath his chin and draped in his favourite Burberry coat. He rolls his eyes at the both of you, briefly pausing to press a soft kiss to your cheek before pushing past and letting himself into your apartment with a fresh wave of expensive cologne, dumping the paper bags of take out onto your cluttered coffee table.

“Enough snark. Artie has come to apologise, and you—being the kind, sweet soul you are—obviously forgive him. Now, where is he?” Charlie smiles, looking around for your new, temporary roommate in excitement.

“He’s washing up—he’ll be out in a sec. What have you told him?” You ask Arthur as he steps in after brushing his shoes off on the mat. 

Arthur shrugs, “Everything you told me. He’s very excited—you know how much he loves Outlander.”

“At least he believes me.”

He throws you a small look of annoyance tinged with regret, and sighs. “I’m sorry, it just—it's hard to believe, alright? But I am sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you, and I shouldn’t have let you leave like that. Especially alone.”

Nodding, you roll your jaw and study the blank, nameless bags Charlie starts to fuss with. 

“What’s in the bags?”

“Enchiladas.”

“Okay,” you grin after a moment, wrapping an arm around Arthur’s waist and squeezing softly, “you’re forgiven.”

Arthur returns the half hug with a quiet chuckle and presses a firm kiss to the crown of your head, “I thought they might help.”

You’re settling on the floor with a grateful smile directed at Charlie when the bathroom door suddenly is wrenched open, and you notice Arthur come to stand a little straighter in the corner of your vision. Charlie looks up in interest from organising the food, a grin slowly curling his lips.

“Well, look at you,” he coos, eyeing Tovar appreciatively as he falters in the doorway of the bathroom, unsure of the new company. Charlie steps forward and around the couch eagerly, brandishing a hand with a charming grin. “I’m Charles, you’ve already met Arthur.”

Tovar eyes the hand warily before stepping forward and giving it a firm shake. He stays quiet, cautious eyes flicking to Arthur where he leans back against the kitchen counter. You see the fight or flight in his eyes, feeling slightly sorry for bombarding him with a new face and another that wasn’t too kind to him previously.

He’ll be alright. You’re sure he’s been faced with worse in his life than your two adopted gay uncles. 

You glance up from the food and give him a look. “Tovar, don’t be rude—say hello.”

His frown deepens before he finally gives a quiet, begrudging, “Hello.”

“Trained him well, I see,” Arthur grumbles, quieting when you direct your soft glare to him.

“They’ve come to see how you’re settling in,” you say, bringing Tovar’s attention your way and you give him a small nod of encouragement. “They also bought you some food—are you still hungry?”

It’s a stupid question, but at least it brings him out from where he hovers in the doorway. You notice he sticks close to you, much closer than usual, sinking down beside you on the floor when half of the couch and the armchair is free. He stays quiet, yet incredibly vigilant, eyes constantly bouncing between the men and assessing the threat level as he eats.

“It’s okay, Tovar,” you murmur while Charlie is midway through one of his spiels, and his dark eyes flash to you immediately, “they’re family. You can relax—I won’t leave you alone with them.”

You say it playfully, teasingly, but a flash of appreciation rolls through his gaze before it disappears, and his attention falls back to his food. You watch him for a moment longer, unaware of the little smile that sticks tugging at your lips and the small look Charlie shares with Arthur.

Four pairs of eyes flash to the door when a knock sounds off on it, and you huff sharply, slapping your hands on the floor beside you as you push up to stand.

“About time! Guaranteed delivery under thirty minutes my ass.”

—

Tovar doesn’t warm up easily, you find, which comes as a little shock as he seems quite at ease with you. Sure, he answers any questions thrown at him, but they are always curt, simple answers, never giving away too much information or leading into stories of his memories or how he got here.

It doesn’t bother Charlie in the least, and he rambles enough to keep the conversation going long into the evening. It’s nice to have a small sense of normality after the few confusing and mentally draining days you’ve had. You could pretend, for a little while at least, that you didn’t run over a mysterious time travelling mercenary and that you have his armour and weapons taking up space on the floor in your closet.

You don’t think about wormholes or alternate timelines, or magic, or gods. You just be, and Tovar eventually starts to mimic your calm energy, sinking back into the cushions of the couch and kicking up his sock clad feet onto the coffee table as he watches the conversation from the sidelines.

He still stays as far from your uncles as he could, ensuring you take up the space between him and Arthur on the couch, but at least the look of wary, careful defence gives way to an ease and comfortability. He even stands with you to see Charlie and Arthur out, standing just behind your shoulder and nodding his goodbyes as they disappear down the hall.

“Look at you,” you grin, bumping his shoulder with yours as you return to your places on the couch after the door shuts firmly behind you, “such a ray of sunshine and a major conversationalist. God, I couldn’t get you to stop talking. Who are you?”

He huffs at your gentle teasing, following you quietly with a barely there smile creeping along his lips, “They’re nice.”

You soften, smiling widely up at him from where you lounge on the couch, “They are. They’re very important to me. Charlie can be a bit much, but you handled him wonderfully. I think he’s rather smitten with you.”

Tovar snorts, knocking your feet from where they take up his spot beside you and letting himself fall back into the cushions with a tired sigh. He taps his lap, and you frown questioningly at him before he rolls his eyes in slight impatience and hooks a hand around your ankles, dragging your feet back up and to rest over his lap.

“Arthur does not like me,” he grumbles, turning to focus on the TV and watching the moving pictures eagerly, “not that I care. I do not like him.”

You swallow, suddenly unable to get a single fucking word out from your dry throat, still caught up on the ease of what had just transpired. It’s not a romantic act—hell, you’d used your friends as footstools too many times to count in the past, but it felt odd with Tovar. It was new.

He must be beginning to feel comfortable with you, and the thought brings a wash of something electric to your system. You feel proud, pleased that you hadn’t scared him further in an already disarming situation, and instead had built an agreeable atmosphere for him with you, that he could feel safe and discover this scary new world in his own time.

There was that feeling again, behind the pride and the warmth of your slowly but surely developing friendship. The one you had felt earlier when gently carding your fingers through his hair. You refuse to label it as anything of substance. You’re simply lonely, suddenly in the full time company of an attractive man with a hidden personality you’re steadily uncovering bit by bit.

That’s all.

A small inkling of doubt sticks in the pit of your stomach, merely intensifying when you watch him from your peripheral. You feel the jump of your heart in your chest, the almost nervous twist of your stomach… maybe it wasn’t just loneliness bringing forward these little reactions, but it wouldn’t—couldn’t—change anything.

Tovar was not a man of your world. He had a life elsewhere—friends, family… he needed to return to it. You’d taken on the responsibility of finding a way home for him, and you’d be damned if you failed him, growing feelings or not. 

He sighs, bringing you out from your train of thought.

“I’m hungry.”

“Fucking hell, Tovar.”

-

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[lovelyvogrincic]

Alsoooo, have you noticed those little grey hairs Fernando has??? Cutest thing ever.. perhaps a little something something with him being insecure about the age gap they have (nothing illegal) and her comforting him then trying to explain that the only thing she’s bothered by in their relationship is something trivial like leaving the toilet seat up or sth stupid like that?? Kinda fluffy, kinda funny… bit of both. Thank youuu again 🫶🏻

The anon with the erased request

Gloria Pritchett is my spirit animal :)))

Grey Hairs.

Fer Contigiani x fem! Reader

Warnings: mention of minor age gap, mentions of drinking but minor and some comments of low self esteem!

Notes: HIII! Omg, I loved this idea so much and thanks for all the request lovely anon, sorry for the delay and the inconvenience 😭 (I want to be at the beach so baaad) Hope you like what I did with your request, feel free to drop more 🫶🏻

-Esto es el paraíso, confirmó una vez más- you told your husband while swimming next to him as he smiled at you and grabbed your waist.

-no podria estar más de acuerdo- he answered while giving you a small kiss on the lips- Gracias por casarte conmigo.

His comment left you shocked, how couldnt you marry him?, he was a sweet, loyal, funny, romantic and handsome men ever, he was close to be perfect.

-¿Podés creer que somos marido y mujer hace ya un año?, y sigo siendo tan feliz como el primer dia, gracias a vos por todo- your hand running through his hair carefully and a smile was heavily drawn in your face, nothing could erase it.

-Vos también me haces tan, pero tan feliz- he sealed his words with a kiss.- Sabes a piña colada, ¿cuántas has tomado ya?- you laughed and shooked your head, there was no way you wouldve told him, how many drinks you consumed already.

-¡Ay,dale amor!, son vacaciones, no he tomado tantas.- he looked at you, trying to read the information in your eyes, making you giggle.

he rolled his eyes and let go of his grasp.

-Y si, mi cielo, pero vos te excedis un poquito.- now you were the one rolling your eyes.- solo digo.

-Dale amor, no seas un abuelito, ¿mhm?- you told him while your hands went to his neck.- Te prometo que ya las dejare.

Fernando let that slip, he didnt want to fight on your anniversary, and less if it was because of something dumb.

-¿Vamos a la playa?- he proposed, getting ready to leave the pool, you nodded to the idea and headed towards the beach.

The both of you didn’t had to walk a lot, the beach was really near, practically a few steps from the pool.

When you arrived,you inmeaditly ran to the ocean, making Fer laugh at seeing you like a little kid, he chose to chill and just lay down and get some sun.

yncontigiani

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365 días después y sigo igual de enamorada de vos. @fercontigiani

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pipegonzalesotano: mis papis (me adopte solo)

yncontigiani: @pipegonzalesotano ¿hijo? 🤧

Vorgincicenzo: felicidades chicos! Un año ya?

Kuku.esteban: mi marido y su esposa.

yncontigiani: @kuku.esteban gracias por dejarme traerlo a la playa 🫶🏻

After an about a hour you arrived to Fer’s chair-Hey, abuelito- you greeted him, all wet and with sand everywhere.

-¿Me quede dormido?-he asked incorporing on the chair, rubbing his eyes, you nodded.- Perdoname, no se que pasó, me relaje de mas, supongo.

You sat down next to him and caressed his arm.

-O tambien pode ser la edad- you teased him, getting in return a half smile- ¿nos subimos ya a la habitación, amor?- he rubbed your knee and nodded.

-¿No tenés problema con ya subir?- you shook your head and got up, with your husband behind you and started walking towards the inside of the hotel.

Walking to the room, he grabbed you by the waist and kissed your head.

-Te amo muchísimo, ¿sabes?- Fer just said to you, making you blush, which was amazing how he still had the power to do it, after a year of marriage and more years of dating. -Gracias por aceptar subir antes.

-Lo que vos me pidas, amor- you told him and gave him a little kiss and entered the room together.

fercontigiani

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Me casaría contigo en esta y todas las vidas siguientes. Te amo @yncontigiani

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Juanicar: Ay mucha miel por acá, paraaaa!

AgustinPardella: que lindos que son ustedes dos, felicidades!

It was almost 7:00 pm, you were planning to go down to have dinner and then going to dance for a while, Fer was in the bathroom for half an hour now, and you could’ve lost the reservation.

-¿Amor?- you knocked on the bathroom door- ¿Estás bien?, ¿Ya salís?- still no answer from him and the clock was ticking and moving.

Fernando was still looking at his reflex on the mirror, his hand passing through his hair, and every gray hair he started to grow and see made him feel like a bomb was about to explode, he didn’t know what to do, the feeling that everyone could see it was mortifying him.

-¿Fer, está bien? Vamos a perder la reservación, guapo.- you told your husband still knocking at the door but getting no answer.- ¿Podés abrir la puerta?

He opened it a little bit, only seeing his head.

-¿no traerás por pura casualidad tinte para el cabello?- he asked you looking down, you tried to hold your laugh and answer casually just like he did.

-Uh…no, solo traigo maquillaje, ¿por qué preguntás?- you told him trying to open the door but Fer wouldn’t let you. -Puedo ir a buscar uno, ¿querés?

He shook his head and just closed the door again, to look in the mirror again.

-¿Tenés algún problema si ya no vamos a bailar?- he asked you with the door still closed, you now were really concerned, no dancing?

Even though you really were looking forward to going dancing and having dinner, enjoying a time with your husband, the point at the end was to be with him, anytime and anywhere.

-No, no hay algún problema, amor, pero- you looked at your watch- si no nos vamos ahora, tampoco iremos a cenar, ¿ya vas a estar listo?

Inside and even though he knew you couldn’t see him, his head shook, and tears started to form on his eyes, he couldn’t bare the thought of going down, he was tired and feeling…old.

-No, ve vos, yo…-he paused- yo no tengo hambre.

That couldn’t be, him not hungry? That wouldn’t happen unless something really bad was happening, the only times that happened was when he was sick or you fought. And that didn’t had happened, so you knocked on the door.

-Dale Fer, abrí la puerta, ya me preocupaste- the door was still closed and just silence, the only noise was the air and your voice.- Fer, ¿podes abrir?

He did but again, just a bit, only seeing his head.

-Estoy bien, ¿ya viste?, podes irte a cenar tranquila.- he asked while you shook your head.

-¿Cómo me voy a ir a mi cena de aniversario de bodas, sola?, sos muy gracioso, no puedo hacer eso.- now you were angry, that couldn’t happen.- Dale Fer, nos casamos para estar en las buenas y en las malas, ¿recordas?

He sighed and finally opened the door of the bathroom, and let you in.

-¿Y, ya me vas a decir que tenés?- you asked crossing your arms in front.

-Nada, (yn), ya te dije que estoy cansado y no tengo hambre, eso es todo.- he told also a little angry too, but more than anything, frustrated.

-Y bueno, me decís que estás cansado, no tenés hambre y tu humor está horrible… estás embarazado?- you asked laughing but still Fer was serious and not even laughing.- Amor, llevamos 365 días juntos, diciéndonos todo, ¿ahora es cuando escoges ya no hablarme?

-No, no, no es eso…es que- his sight looking down again- me siento viejo, y ya, ¿eso querés escuchar?

You bit your lip compressing the laugh forming in you, but seeing him serious you went and empathized with him.

-Pero amor, ¿Que decís?, no estás viejo, para nada- your hand went to his cheek.- ¿de dónde sacas eso?

-Es la verdad, me canso rápido ya, me la he pasado dormido, y…, mira esto- his hand grabbed one of his grey hair- son canas, ¿entendés (yn)?, son canas, no se que hacer, me veo y estoy viejo.

Your fingers went to his hair, and run it through it, smiling at his comment, how could he think so little of himself? That hurt you more than anything and suddenly it felt like any word you could tell him, wasn’t enough or could lit up his spirit.

-Amor, no digas eso, vos sabes que eso no es cierto, eres muy guapo, el amor de mi vida, por favor no digas eso, no eres viejo- he looked at you and took your hand in his.

-Ambos sabemos que es la verdad, y no se, quizás vos preferís estar con alguien de tu edad, y no con alguien tan viejo como yo- he sighed and you smiled at him.- no te rías.

-No me río, mi vida. Es que,¿alguien de mi edad?- you asked and he just nodded- pero si no nos llevamos tanto, son cinco años, simplemente. No digas eso, yo te amo muchísimo- you kissed him.

-¿en serio no te molesta estar conmigo, con un abuelito como vos decís?- you shook your head- solo no quiero que te arrepientas después de estar con alguien mayor que vos.

You finally laughed.- Pero si eso no me molesta, lo único que me molesta es que roncas en la noche, ah, y que nunca bajas la tapa del sanitario, pero, eres perfecto igual.- you told him as your hands surrounded his neck, and his your waist to finally kiss you.

-¿Bajamos a cenar y bailar?- he asked you while finally leaving the bathroom.

yncontigiani

Y que cada ola que oyes, te recuerde que te amo siempre.

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fercontigiani: sos la persona más linda que he conocido, te amo ❤️

yncontigiani: @fercontigiani te amo mucho mucho más ❤️ quédate siempre.

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[inspiredwriter]

*Una Tarde en la pasteleria*

Mayhem Mikey :*mirá los postre del monstrado*Wow😲😃✨ concha hay muchos deliciosos postres quisiera probalos todos 🤩😋🍰🧁🍩

Mayhem Leo :*toca a Mikey del onbro* sí, Stefany y Anastasia hace los mejores postres del mundo 😉😁🥧🍪🍨

Mayhem Donnie : bien chicos creo que vamos a ordenar 😄😋📱*escriba un mensaje a April*" Espero que vengas a pastelería pediré tu postre favorito cuando llegues" 😏😉🧁💓💗💞

Mayhem Raph :*pone sus manos detrás de la cabeza* sí tengo tanta hambre que me comería un caballo de jengibre 🙄😄🐎🍪

Mayhem Stefany and Mayhem Anastasia :*sale de la cocina y se acerca los chicos* hola muchachos qué van a pedir su orden~ 😉😘💞💘❣️🩷

Mayhem Leo : Stefany, quiero un pastel de chocolate con concho menta y un cóctel de morazul 😏😘🥧🍫🍹🫐💘💗💖

Mayhem Stefany :*mueve sus orejas*claro mi tortuguita es un excedente elección 🥰☺️💘💓💕❣️*besa a Leo en la mejilla* Muah~😚💋💞🩷💝

Mayhem Mikey : Oh Anastasia, y yo quiero rollos de canela y brownies de mantequilla de maní y una malteada de oreo 😁😉🥯🍫🧋💓🩷❣️💞

Mayhem Anastasia : buena elección mi príncipe hermoso 🥰😄💘💕💝💓*besa a Mikey en la frente* muah~😚💋💖💞💘¿ alguien más quiere ordenar chicos? 😁😊

Mayhem Donnie : yo pediré una rosquillas de vainilla y un pastel de arándano y dos batidos de chocolate caliente con malvavisco 😃☺️🍩🍰🍇🧋🧋

Mayhem Raph : bueno tráigame lo de siempre uno helado frutal y un cóctel de cereza explosiva 😁😊🍨🍹🍒

Mayhem Anastasia : es una buena decisión😀☺️pero Raph no te vamos a traer tu pedido 🙄😄🥨🍹

Mayhem Raph : Pero Por qué no van a traerlo acaso me están haciéndome una broma 😕😡💢

Mayhem Stefany : No, no Raph no es una broma 😌😅*guiña a Raph*es que tenemos una nueva compañera que te va traer tu pedido de inmediato que siempre te gusta 😏😉💕💗

mayhem Candy :*sale de la cosina y se acerca a Raph* Hola Raphfi, Te traje tu postre favorito Esto va por la casa 🥰😘🍨🍹💖💞💝💘❣️

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Mayhem Raph: Wow, Candys, you look gorgeous like a sweet chocolate rabbit!😃😍🐰🍫💗💘💞

Mayhem Candy: Ah, ah, thank you, Raphi☺🤭💖💗💕 *Whispers to Raph in ear* Let's go up to the top floor a little later and make love there😘😈💓💖❣️💞

Mayhem Raph: *Blushes* Yeah, sure, my love😳😈💖💝❣️💕 *Unbeknownst to his brothers, pinches Candy's tail* Sit next to us, beauty, let's eat dessert together🥰😏🍨🍹🍒💗🩷💕

Mayhem Candy: *Adjusts her skirt and sits next to Raph, leaning on his shoulder* Okay, mister, if you insist~🥰😈💓💘🩷💞 *Pinches Raph's knee under the table*

Mayhem April: *Enters the candy store* Hello guys, sorry for the delay, I was at the fitness center😃😅🤾‍♀️🚴‍♀️🤼‍♀️ *Sits next to Donnie and leans on his shoulder* But now I'm ready to eat a lot of sweets😌🥰💗💘💕

Mayhem Donnie: Haha, I already ordered sweets for us from Stefany and Anastasia and they will bring them to us soon, baby🤓🥰🍩🍰🍇🧋🧋

Mayhem Anastasia: *Places a tray of sweets in front of April and Donnie* Your order is ready, guys😄😊 *Sits next to Mikey and places a tray of sweets next to him* Your order is ready too, honey😉🥰🥯🍫🧋💖❣️💞 *Kisses Mikey on the cheek* Mmmuah~😚💋💗💘❤💕

Mayhem Stefany: *Sits down next to Leo and puts a tray of sweets next to him* It's so wonderful that you and your brothers came to us today, Leo🤗🥰🥧🍫🍹🫐💖💕❣️ *Kisses Leo on the forehead* Mmmuah~😚💋💗💘💝💕

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Holi!!, I hope you are well, you could write about the fact that Marylin (laurel) and the reader are together but they are not officially girlfriends. And the reader gets tired of waiting for something and goes out with other people. And you spend your time with another girl, they have a date at night but Laurel finds out and is afraid of losing you so she kidnaps your date. You are disappointed and you go to never again, then you hear some cries for help, you go to see what happens and you see your date chained and laurel with a hammer, from there you find out that it is laurel And you confront her.

Es una petición muy larga y si no te gusta, está bien, ten bonito dia.

Yesss!!! Here it is!!! I hope you like it!!! Sorry about the language mistakes

Siento si me ha quedado demasiado oscuro, pero el planteamiento daba lugar a ello :(. Ya sabes que si prefieres leerlo en español, lo puedes hacer AQUÍ.

Are you for me, or against me?

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/ Laurel Gates x Fem, Teacher! Reader

Warnings: Angst, kidnapping, dark themes, very dark themes…

Word count: 3,826

Summary: She doesn’t want to be your girlfriend, and you begin to be tired of that….

 N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“How have classes gone?” You asked as you entered the conservatory. Marilyn looked at you and smiled, shrugging.

“They could have been worse,” she told you, amused.

“Worse?” You said amused, getting a little closer to her.

“Well, if you tell someone, ‘don't touch that flower’, they should listen to you,” she said, shaking her head.

You hugged her around her waist and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Hey, do you want to go to dinner? Larissa has told me about a place that you would love,” you said in her ear. You knew what the answer would be, but you always tried.

“Tonight? I can't, I have to correct these works, water the plants...”

An excuse. It shouldn't surprise you, she always has one.

For some time, you had started something strange with that woman, with your colleague. It wasn't a relationship, it wasn't a friendship either. There were kisses, hugs, nights of passion on your room... But there was something that wasn't there, a declaration, a girlfriend relationship as such. You didn't have another person in mind and you always suggested formalizing those meetings you had. You wanted a real relationship, not a mirage.

But whenever you asked, that you hinted at something, she diverted the conversation, as if everything you lived together didn't matter. You were just "friends" to her. You didn't understand, you didn't know why if what you felt for her was so intense, you couldn't be something else. Maybe she doesn't want to, maybe she doesn't feel the same things you do. Maybe the fact that you were younger made her see a relationship as inappropriate, nonsense in your opinion.

“Okay…” You said sighing exaggeratedly.

“Forgive me. I have many things to do,” the redhead said, giving you a quick kiss on the lips. You reluctantly nodded and stepped away, crossing your arms.

“You always have things to do,” you said, with a venomous tone.

“Well, yes,” she said, making a face that she didn't know what you were talking about. “What's wrong with you?”

“Nothing, Marilyn, nothing is wrong with me.”

“I know you're lying to me,” she told you, frowning.

“Well, yes, I'm going to tell you what's wrong with me. I'm tired of being the one who always gives it all in this relationship. I try to do things with you. Real things, I don't mean sleeping, kissing and what we always do. We've been like this for two months and I keep wondering why the hell we have to be just friends,” you confessed. You really wanted to say it, and you couldn't keep it quiet anymore.

“(Y/N), I don't know what you're talking about,” Marilyn told you, feigning surprise. “You agreed with the relationship we had.”

“Yes, at first,” you answered, leaning on a desk. “I didn't mind not having anything serious with you. But the longer I was with you, the more I thought we could be something more, a real relationship.”

“I think I made that very clear, (Y/N),” Marilyn said, darkening her tone. “I'm not ready for a relationship, much less with someone like you.”

That sentence made you open your eyes wide.

“Someone like me?” You asked, outraged. You wanted to scream, but you didn't want to sound hysterical, you wanted to know what she was referring to.

“Yes, someone like you, (Y/N).”

“What problem do you have with me?” You asked, on the verge of tears.

“You're young,” she said simply, pretending to be busy looking at some papers. You opened your mouth in surprise.

“Oh, so that's it, right? It's that I'm young. It's funny because when we're in bed you don't care at all.” Marilyn looked at you with a mocking face.

“It is not your physical age, (Y/N). You are young and immature. I'm 42 and I can't be serious with a girl who doesn't even know what she wants. At any moment you will tire of me, and you will break my heart. That's why I prefer that we be friends. I'm old enough to don’t want to have false illusions.”

You shook your head, surprised and tremendously outraged by those words. You were clear about what you wanted, you didn't behave like a brat. She should know that, she should know that there was no one else for you. Those words made you rethink many things.

“You have no idea how wrong you are, Marilyn…” You hissed angrily.

“I do not think so.”

“Very well, if that's what you think we better stop this, whatever it is that we have." I don't want to be with a person who doesn't trust me,” you said, trying to keep your voice from breaking too much.

“Is that what you want?” She asked. There was no trace of her tender and innocent look. You couldn't tell if she was outraged by your words, or because she could no longer use you as she wished.

“It is what you want. But you are right about one thing. I'm tired of you,” you said sobbing. You tried to maintain a firm and secure position, but you couldn't. You loved her, and she didn't love you. It was too much to bear.

Without letting the redhead answer you, you headed for the door. You took one last look at Marilyn, and spite made you say one last sentence.

“Do you know something? I've been turning down a girl from Jericho for weeks. She seems to be pretty into me. And I have done it for you. She is beautiful, and she is my age. I have to thank you, Marilyn, thanks to you I will surely meet someone worthwhile. I'll meet her tonight, to see if she also wants to be ‘my friend.’”

You were not lying. There was a girl who was quite interested in going on a date with you. You didn't want to play the pathetic game of jealousy, and you didn't want to involve an innocent person either. But the situation had gotten too out of hand. If you had to show you didn't care about her to get her attention, you would, no matter the consequences. Maybe you were that immature brat.

You left the greenhouse determined to put things in their place and without waiting to think about things in a cold way. You picked up your phone, wiping away your tears.

“Emma?” You asked when you heard someone answer.

“(Y/N)? I thought you would never call me...”

“I've been… Busy.” You lied. “Hey, I thought that tonight, if it suits you, we could have a drink and…”

“Oh, yes, yes, of course. I've been waiting weeks for you to tell me that.”

“Great, what do you think if we meet at 19 in Weathervane?”

“Yes, yes, it suits me, it suits me wonderfully, (Y/N).”

“Cool, see you there,” you said, hanging up the phone right after.

You couldn't explain why, but you turned immediately. You had the feeling that someone was watching you. You were very nervous, surely you were imagining it.

You didn't stop thinking about everything that had happened. You were changing clothes for that "exciting" date, and yet you couldn't stop thinking about Marilyn. She had been wrong, mistrusting you, using you. But you too. If only you had been completely honest with her... If you had told her everything you felt, how much you loved her, none of that would have happened. But you were like that, impulsive, hot-blooded.

When you left the academy you didn't stop thinking about what kind of conversation you were going to have with that girl. She was pretty, funny, smart... But she had a big flaw. She wasn't Marilyn. She was not the woman who treated you as if you were a princess, who whispered the most beautiful things in your ear, who loved you with such passion, who kissed you in such a way that your heart stopped.

You parked the car in the cafeteria. It seemed deserted. You looked at the clock and found that you had arrived ten minutes before. The waits were not with you. You sighed and in an almost involuntary movement you took out your phone and unlocked it. You were about, about to call Marilyn, to apologize and beg her to forgive you and that you didn't care if you were friends or girlfriends, the important thing was to be with her.

You shook your head and put the phone away. No, you couldn't give in. You had to prove something, but you were less and less clear about what.

You got out of the car, huffing and puffing, and headed for the cafeteria. A chill ran through your body. It was cold, but it wasn't that kind of feeling. You were too prone to premonitions, but they were so subtle you could hardly tell it was one of them.

You sat at one of the tables and looked for the waiter with your eyes. A girl came up to you.

“Hello, (Y/N), what can I get you?” The young woman asked.

“Hi Becca... Where's Tyler?” You asked, looking around for that shy but nice guy.

“Oh, he told me that he wasn't feeling well and he went home a while ago. Did you want something from him?”

“Oh, no, no. They are our things. You know, video games and all those boring things that you don't like,” you said funny. “Anyway, give me a warm white coffee, tonight is quite cold.”

The girl laughed and rolled her eyes, nodding.

“It's funny, because I could swear it's much better than yesterday,” she said, nodding and going back to the counter.

You waited 10 minutes, but no one showed up. You already knew that you would never be interested in being with such a late person. Deep down it didn't bother you that much, you were setting traps for yourself.

Half an hour passed, an hour, and Emma didn't come. A part of you began to wish she would walk through the door. The waiting was horrible, and from so much thinking, you had come to the conclusion that it was not so bad to meet someone. You couldn't be sure that Marilyn was the woman of your life, maybe you were wrong.

An hour and a half had passed. It was late. It was obvious that Emma would not show up. Feeling enormously disappointed, and resigned, you went back to your car. You called her several times, you wrote her messages. Nothing, there was no answer. You thought it might be her getting revenge on her for so many rejections, but she didn't seem like the type of girl to do those things.

When you parked back at Nevermore, you leaned your head on the wheel and sighed heavily. Not even your plan to make jealous could work out.

You got out of the vehicle listlessly, with a clumsy step and your head bowed. You heard footsteps near you, something unusual at that time, and you turned your head to see where they were coming from. A boy was coming out of school, but he wasn't just any boy.

“Tyler?” You asked, getting his attention. He stopped, as if he had frozen, and turned slowly to look at you. “What are you doing here? Becca told me you were sick.”

“I… I…” he stammered. He seemed to be a bit scared.

“Don't tell me you're dating one of my students.”

“Oh, yes, yes I am,” he told you. It was pretty obvious that he was lying, but you were tired and having a bad day, you weren't going to insist.

“Well, you should be careful, if someone sees a normie like you around here…” You said as you walked. He didn't answer, just shook his head.

You frowned at Tyler's strange attitude and turned, to see that something was indeed wrong. He probably thought you weren't looking, and he ran off, as if he were running away in terror.

It was all very strange, but you didn't have time to think about it, it was better to remember your recent humiliation. You had a spite date, and the girl never even showed up. If you came back to your room and you got into bed, you'd probably be tossing and turning all night. You thought it best to take a walk in the warm moonlight. So at least you'd be doing something while regretting your actions.

You arrived at the old wooden bridge that led to Raven Island. The lake reflected the moon and your silly girl look.

“Damn… I'm such an idiot…” You said to yourself, throwing a stone into the lake. “Anyway, I guess I'll just have to bow my head and apologize…”

You were willing to go back to the academy, to knock on Marilyn's room and beg for forgiveness. Begging to be her "friend" again, for everything to go back to the way it was before. You had barely left the old bridge, when you heard a scream in the distance.

It wasn't like the typical screams that teenagers emitted when they were at a forbidden party. It was a terror scream, a panic one, and it came from the other side of the bridge.

You stayed glued to the ground, trying to focus to hear something else. You were about to ignore it when another horrible scream rang out even louder.

This time you ran, you crossed the old wooden bridge, which was wobbling under your feet.

“Is anyone there?” You asked scared, surrounded by trees. That place was empty, it was a small piece of land in the middle of the lake. There was only one place where someone could be, the grave of the murderous pilgrim, Joseph Crackstone.

You slowly advanced towards the gloomy stone construction, hearing nothing, no scream, no noise.

That changed when you leaned against one of the stone walls. They were no longer screams, but muffled wails, as if someone were gagged, forcibly silenced. Another sinister voice also appeared in the place.

“Shut up, bitch. You are very daring to try to take away what is mine...”

“That voice…” You whispered scared. It was dark, threatening, dangerous, and worst of all, it was familiar. It couldn't be, but it seemed so. It looked like Marilyn. You shook your head and rubbed your ears, wishing it wasn't her, that it was a mix-up.

The other person just sobbed. Her ability to speak clearly nullified.

“What are you saying? I can not hear you well...”

You had to find out for sure, and you discreetly peeked in, checking for yourself that you weren't wrong, that it was her. Marilyn was there, along with a girl who was chained to the wall. You also knew that girl. She was Emma, your date. It had to be a dream, a nightmare.

“(Y/N). She's mine. She is mine and she always will be. We may have had our differences, but that doesn't change anything…” The unknown Marilyn murmured, relaxing her tone of voice in a disturbing way. “She will return to me, she truly desires to. And you have no right to get in my way.”

The poor girl just stammered something indescribable.

“Silence. You disgust me. You may not be an outcast, but you're no better than them. A bitch who takes advantage of others’ weakness, of their worst moments. Just to take away what is dear to them.

Emma could only cry inconsolably and shake her head. Her redhead crouched down in front of her and caressed her cheek in a way that made you shiver.

“Oh, don't cry… Surely (Y/N) has already passed on you. How can you stand up someone on the first date? What a shame…”

Saying that, she got up and went to the middle of the room, looking for something.

You trembled, but you didn't do anything, you just stared in astonishment as the woman you loved had a kidnapped girl, and that she did it apparently because of you. When she turned around, you could see a psychotic look on her face, smiling, as she brandished a hammer, approaching the young woman again.

“Don't worry. It only be a moment. It's for you to remember one thing… (Y/N) is mine!” She yelled, raising the hammer, ready to hit her.

You couldn't hide anymore, she was serious. She was going to kill her.

“Marilyn, no!” You yelled, appearing on the scene with your hands up. “Don’t do it!”

They both turned to you and Marilyn made a horrified face when she saw you. The other girl widened her eyes and tried to speak, but you couldn't understand anything.

“(Y/N), what are you doing here?” The redhead asked, lowering the hammer to your relief.

“That's not the question,” you said, reaching down to take the rag she had from her mouth. “Hey, you okay?”

“(Y/N), thank God… You have to help me! That woman wants to kill me!” She said desperately, shaking her chains.

“Eh, eh, calm down,” you said, standing up again.

“You shouldn't be here, (Y/N)…” the redhead said, with eyes so dark that they would be able to hide the stars in the sky.

“What? What the hell are you doing, Marilyn? Have you lost your mind?” You asked astonished.

“Don't call me Marilyn!” She yelled, furious. You took a step back and looked at her with fear and surprise. “My name is Laurel!”

“Laurel?, but what are you talking about?”

“Yes, (Y/N), I'm Laurel Gates. The poor girl that the Nevermore outcasts left as an orphan, they left her alone.

You knew that name, that last name. You had heard horrible things about the Gates family, and also how horrible their death and disappearance was. Marilyn Thornhill, the cheerful and innocent botany teacher, the normie who didn't fit in anywhere, was not that one. She was Laurel Gates, the girl who escaped the horrible fate of her family.

“No, it can't be…” You said, while the sound of the chains filled that crypt. The poor girl was trying to escape, but unfortunately for her, she was not what mattered most to you at that moment.

“Why did you lie?” You asked, continuing to shake your head. Laurel smirked, leaning her hammer against a stone wall.

“You are idiots, (Y/N). You all felt sorry for poor Marilyn. She alone, without friends, without family, the link that did not fit in your world,” she began to say. “How poetic that me, the last descendant of Joseph Crackstone, will end all of you…”

“You're crazy,” you said, looking at her with anger and spite. “I... I loved you...” You whispered, on the verge of tears. A loud laugh resounded in that horrible place.

“Did you love me? Liar!” She yelled. “That's why you were going to have a date with this pathetic whore, because of how much you loved me.”

“You were the one who didn't want to date with me! You were the one who didn't want to be my girlfriend!” You screamed, tears running down your cheeks.

“Don't you realize, (Y/N)? I was only trying to protect you. When I carry out my plan, they will not be left out, only you and me. But you're a capricious girl who can't wait. You want everything here and now.”

It was surreal the way a kidnapping turned into a couple's argument or something like that. You loved that woman, and it hadn't changed a bit. Neither her name nor her intentions mattered to you.

“I wanted to save you, free you from that destiny, but you preferred to choose another girl, you preferred to change me for her, just because of your selfishness, because of your desire to get what you want all the time,” Laurel said, moving closer to you.

“You're a murderer, a psychopath…” You said, taking several steps forward. The tension of that moment changed and you couldn't help but feel slightly aroused. The innocent Marilyn was fine, but this cruel and vindictive new version of her was even more appealing to you.

“I'm just trying to do justice,” she whispered, with a softer voice, standing very close to you. You looked at her and frowned. “I thought you loved me, that you cared about me.”

“I love you…” You sighed, feeling her breath on your lips. After those words, she kissed you passionately. It wasn't affectionate, it wasn't romantic. It was wild, hungry, desperate. Poor Emma, she must be hallucinating.

“If you love me, you must swear allegiance to me. Swear to me that you will always be with me,” she said, panting. “That together, we will get rid of this scum and we will be free.”

If you were a normal person, you would have run out to notify the police. But you weren't. In your student stage you suffered from the outcasts. You were an outcast in your own world. When you got to know Nevermore up close, and the thoughts of the other teachers, it became clear to you that pride reigned there, and some kind of ridiculous supremacy.

It could be that, or it could be your blind and desperate love for the redhead. She was everything, everything. You would never hurt anyone. You didn't think you were capable of it. But your love was much stronger, much more dangerous.

You kissed her this time, running your hands all over her body. You had gone over to the side of evil, and you didn't even seem to realize it.

“I want one thing, Laurel…” You said, your voice filled with desire.

“Tell me, my love…”

“I want us to be girlfriends.”

“Is that what you want? That is what you will have. But…” Laurel moved her hand up and grabbed your hair so hard she jerked you down. “If you cheat on me, if you dare to see someone, or if you betray me… You will suffer the same fate as your companions… Do you understand?”

You nodded, hissing in pain.

“Speak, damn it! Tell me that you belong to me and that no one else will get their hands on you!” She was completely deranged, but even so your heart continued to love her, it would love her to your perdition.

“I'm yours, Laurel, forever,” you said, trying to loosen her grip.

“That's it, my love… That's it…” She said, finally releasing you.

You both looked at the girl, who was contemplating that surreal scene almost without blinking. Laurel laughed and tucked a lock of hair behind your ear.

“What do we do with her? She knows everything,” you said, scared. Emma stirred in terror.

“Don't worry about her, my love. She will see with her own eyes why you are mine, she will enjoy our love on the light of these candles,” she whispered in your ear, while she unbuttoned your shirt. “Then we'll see what we do with her...”

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WIP Wednesday

This WIP Wednesday is dedicated to my Pero Tovar sister wife @tuquoquebrute 👰🏻‍♀️😘

Thank you for the tag @mermaidgirl30 🥰

Welp! I got sucked into the Bridgerton AU; it's honestly been so fun writing this type of dialogue - I wish we still spoke like this!

“Pero, you’re my friend!  You do not need to have a business pretense to see me.”

He shakes his head sadly, “You will be married.  Your husband would not like a man like me visiting his wife frequently.”

“A man like you?” you're not sure what he means.

“A man who looks at you the way I look at you.”

I realized that I want to get it out before of Part 1 of Bridgerton Season 3 releases on May 16th, otherwise I will go down a spiral of how my fic doesn't make sense with canon 😂 As it is, I'm debating if I should rewrite parts with Francesca debuting into the story since it was in the trailer 🫠

Tentative posting schedule:

Sugar Drop (a Mi Galleta one-shot for April Showers Challenge) - April 19, 2024

Barón Tovar Takes a Wife (Bridgerton AU):

First Movement (Adagio sostenuto) - April 26, 2024 Second Movement (Allegretto) - May 3, 2024 Third Movement (Presto agitato) - May 10, 2024

Safest with You - Ch. 15 (The BBQ) - May 17, 2024

Safest with You - Ch. 16 (The Matchup) - May 24, 2024

I'm sorry for delaying posting Safest with You yet again! Thank you to my lovely readers of that story that are so patient with me 🥹

[trulybetty]

Hey Betty!

This year is a leap year, and as 29th February is not technically a real day, I'm giving you the chance to spend 28th February with a Pedro character that you love and 29th February with a Pedro character that you don't. Which are they, and how are you spending your days?

Love, El

Oh El, apologies for the delay in replying to this - I've been a disorganized mess to say the least the last like *checks watch* three months?

Who would I spent yesterday with? Well last night was date night, so don't tell Mr. Truly, but I would have convinced Joel to come to the cinema with me to indulge in a movie I know wouldn't be something he'd normally watch, but I'd drag him along (probably grumbling) and maybe take him to the back row... for the better view of course 😏

Who am I spending today with? I'm going with an unpopular opinion one and one I hope you don't hate me for El, but Marcus Pike! 😬

Hear me out! It's not that I don't love him (I love writing for him), he just wouldn't be my choice as canon Marcus is a little bit too much for me. He's a hopeless romantic, I'm a hopeless romantic - but he's a little too heavy with it for me. But I would love to find out WHY! Like I want to go get an obnoxious coffee with the man and hear about his dating history, his ex wife (he was married right? Or did I just make that up, too lazy right now to go back and look)

It felt too easy for me to go with Max Phillips - because I actually do have a soft spot for him and same with Pero.

But this was fun! Thank you for dropping this in my inbox and sorry it took me so long! 💕

[batangantukin]

College to Board Exam

Di to mala-MMK na journey haha gusto ko lang sya ishare😆.

ChE wasn't really my 1st choice before college. Gusto ko sana eh Foodtech kaso sabi ng parents, ChE na lang daw. As a masunurin na anak, tinake ko ang ChE. Syempre sa college, bagong environment, new friends, classmates saka prof so need natin magadjust at magadapt. During my 1st year, nakaadjust naman ako so far, satisfying naman yung grades ko nung 1st sem. Nung 2nd sem naman, unfortunately bumagsak ako sa Physics 1. First disappointment ko sya nung college kasi di ko rin inexpect na babagsak ako don. Even my friends, nagulat na bumagsak ako don haha (alam nyo yan guys😏😆). But this failure didn't stop me from pursuing ChE. Luckily, naretake ko sya during my summer class so regular pa rin ang person.

2nd year was the deciding year for us. Nandon na kasi yung ibang majors ng ChE. At that time, I somehow like the chemistry subjects especially orgchem. Not to brag or anything, but somehow natutuwa ako aralin sya kahit mahirap. As for analytical chemistry, nagustuhan ko rin kaso ayon dito ako nagdoubt sa sarili ko if gusto ko ituloy ang ChE. I remember na nagbreakdown ako kasi bumagsak ako sa isang test sa Achem, nagaral kasi ako non pero ayon I didn't meet my expectations so ayon. Tanda ko na sinabi ko sa parents ko na gusto ko na magshift sa BS Chem, only if bumagsak ako sa kahit anong subject nung 2nd year. Luckily, I passed all of my subjects so tuloy ang ChE.

3rd year wasn't the best year kasi don nagstart ang pandemic so nagshift sa online class. Online class is not for me kasi di talaga ako matuto pero I don't have any choice. Fast forward tayo sa 4th year and thesis days. During our thesis, nagstruggle kami sa experiment due to some problems. For the compre part, I failed so delay talaga ako ng isang sem. During that time, tanggap ko na delay talaga ako kasi nga di pa tapos ang thesis tas bagsak pa sa compre. So niretake ko yung compre, while finishing our thesis. I passed naman yung compre and nadefend namin yung thesis (duration nung thesis ay almost 2 years ata😆).

During review naman, I wasn't able to finish my backlogs kasi nagstart yung review ng Dec eh nagfafinals pa kami non saka nagdedefense. Nung lumipat na me sa Manila for the f2f review, as usual nagadjust at tinatamad. Pinipilit ko sarili ko magreview kasi nga mahal ang gastos sa Manila. During the duration of the review, most of the time natutulog ako, naglalaro emel, nagala at nainom😆. Sorry na kaagad pero wala talaga napasok sa utak ko pag tamad na tamad na ako magreview. Nung last 2 months of the review, ayon medyo nagseryoso na ng slight pero tulog at emel is life pa rin.

Fast forward, preboards sa review center so ayon I didn't pass sa any subjects merong mga almost 70% na pero yung day 2 ko talaga di man lang nag 50% hahaha. Pero sabi nga samin, di naman preboards magdedetermine if papasa kami or not.

Side story, nagsisimba pala ako sa St Jude every Thursday. At that time kasi, si Lord kinakapitan ko kasi super stressful ang review.

Before the day of our board exam, graduation day namin so super hassle kasi after grad, kumain lang ako with parents tas deretso na sa Manila. The night before nung board exam, nagrereview pa rin ng slight, recall ng formulas ganon. Actually, every night ganon ang ginagawa namin. I wasn't really confident with my answers kasi more than 30% ay puro hula especially nung day 2. Day 1 kasi ang weird kasi di ako kinakabahan pero wahhh thankful ako na sya naghila sakin netong boards. For day 2, di sya yung ineexpect ko kasi akala ko puro problem solving pero hnng daming concepts. As for day 3 naman, di ko alam kahit may mga analgeom eh ayaw ko non so forda hula na ulit.

Nung hintayan ng results, nagoff ako ng notifs kasi ayaw ko makita yung results kasi kinakabahan ako hahaha. Nung lumabas sya, I was eating my dinner sa kwarto ko tapos out of habit pinindot ko yung messenger tas nakita ko may nagcocongrats sakin so chineck ko yung site, I passed🥹🥲. I ran out tas pumunta me sa kusina kasi nandon ang parents tas ayon I said to my dad while crying, "Dade, may engineer na kayo!"

[oonajaeadira]

Good evening lovely. ❤️

May I have 3 and 12 for the Star Wars ask game pretty pls?

Hello, Leslie, my love. I adore you. Sorry for the delay. I had to put my poor sick SO to bed. He has a cold and there were sniffles and he needed his head pet and his bear scratched.

And now I want to see Tess taking care of a sick Pero...

WE'RE NOT HERE FOR THAT. What was I doing?

Oh. Yes.

Fave / least fave tv show episode:

Favorite is The Marshal. For a long time I was torn because I really think The Believer is masterfully done. I love Miggs' speeches--have your opinions on Bill Burr, he did a phenomenal job in that episode and that character is really nicely fleshed out. I love the fight on the transport; it's hot that Din can take down all those raiders without weapons. And, of course the whole helmetless sequence is stunning. But. The Marshal is like a mini movie. And it was shot to be. The CGI work is wonderful, the way Jon uses aspect ratio change is EPIC for tv, and I will never ever get over the way Din flies out of that dragon's mouth and it explodes behind him as he comes to a skidding stop in the sand. I'm sorry, that shot does something to me, both in way of character hotness and in cinematic porn. And I think I've gone on ad nauseum about the pre-title sequence, that boxing den fight is my favorite of all openers, and his line delivery on "I'm not," well. I have written essays on just that one line and how much character Pedro portrays in two words. And, of course, The Marshal has Tuskens and banthas and Cobb fkn Vanth. Because if Din didn't exist in this universe, y'all'd be dealing with my epic multi-chapter soft romance with Cobb fkn Vanth charming everyone's pants off.

Honorable mention goes to the last four episodes of Clone Wars. Do not get me started.

Least favorite is Resistance. I don't know which one. I didn't like that whole series.

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Fave / least fave moment/scene:

There are too many of both, so I'm gonna just pick something.

A favorite moment: When Leia met Wicket. It's the first moment I remember loving Star Wars.

Least favorite moment/scene: The scooter chase from The Book of Boba Fett. I'm still mad about it.

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