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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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JANUARY 1, 2022

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📍 Latinoamérica

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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

📍 Perth, Australia

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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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MARCH 9, 2022

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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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MARCH 25, 2022

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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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danielricciardo Miami. We made it.

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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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JUNE 22, 2022

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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

iamdannaschwarz you got one, you just decided to ditch us for mr. i-have-an-art-gallery 🤨 yourinstagram iamdannaschwarz yessss expose her, dannita! 🤭 No te hagas de la víctima, mi corazón. We've got the receipts 😎🧾 fioamato I hate you both 🙄

user11 you should be ashamed to post a photo holding a tequila bottle when so many young people follow you. You should be a role model to them, not another alcoholic celebrity 🙄

user12 babygirl I hope you are doing better and feeling great! You deserve so much more ❤️

userA she's as fabulous as ever while he's floping big time, I call that karma 💅 userB not many people know how to truly appreciate the unique sazón and sabor of a Latina 🔥 homeboy couldn't handle the heat 🤭

user13 I know that album is gonna be 🔥🔥🔥

user14 attention seeker no wonder you always get dump for someone better

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loslentesdepedrito · 1 year ago

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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, qué 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!

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minikoko-a · 8 days ago

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Kates literally so amazing I love her sm, my girl deserves more recognition.😤😤💗Buuut im feeling angsty wuh luh wuh lately, can I have hcs for the girlies (Jane, Nina and Kate) having a one-sided crush on fem proxy! reader?? M imagino a reader como alguien que intenta mantener q todo esté en orden entre los Creepypastas, quizás alguien burbujeante, servicial y amable?? Pero tmb se cansa seguido pq imagino q no debe ser fácil lidiar con... asesinos, yyy tmb pensé en q reader podría estar enamorada d otro Creepypasta o q directamente no está interesada en el romance

If winners love winning why do they keep losing😔😔🙏🏻

OH MY GOD

one-sided crush on fem proxy reader? OHOHOHO i put the two options that you said and also i added one sooo ehe.

sorry for the delay!

thanks for your request

hope you like it! <3

i love you but you do? — jane the killer, nina the killer and kate the chaser x proxy!fem!reader (individually)

angst, wlw, mentions of obsession but not as such

Jane the killer

my pretty woman.

why? that's the question of every single day.

she never thought she would find love, much less in her situation.

she had already questioned herself about her sexuality and she affirmed that she's lesbian.

within the domains of slenderman/the operator, there were the killers and proxies.

she's ware that something with you was simply difficult, bordering on the impossible.

you met so casually within the standards of both reality ehe.

despite her deep burns, a look of alarm and frustration could be seen on her face, but she remained still when she saw that you continued with your thing.

a few minutes ago she was ready to attack you but you managed to take her knife away in just six moves.

"i don't mind, okay? i'm just cleaning myself up, i'll leave you alone" the tone of your voice was... calm, soft, something very rare coming from the proxies. Jane grabbed her mask tightly and put it back on.

"who are you?" her hands were discreetly taking her knife back.

"a proxy, i think that's what you call us, who are you?" You looked at her with a smile that was barely curved "by the way, you're so gorgeous!" but unknowingly, that was her symbol of doom.

she rarely managed to find you, you were always out of the forest or with one of the other proxies.

but it was hard to find you.

TALKING ABOUT OTHER PROXIES.

more than once she thought that you were with Kate.

she saw from afar how the two of you got along, it made her jealous, she wanted to be Kate instead.

and that made her overthink even worse.

actually, she gets along well with EJ.

and who has more contact with proxies without being one? him!

although she never asked about you or them.

but she managed to find out a little more about you.

she knew the basics: your age, how the operator/slenderman dragged you into that life and your strengths.

but was still the same, she knew absolutely nothing about you.

although she didn't know you very well, it's well known your personality and how you acted, thanks to what she saw and what many people said about you.

what attracted her most to you was how strangely kind you could be, how you were careful with your words so as not to hurt someone, something VERY rare knowing the life you lived.

whether she is hurt or not, she'll watch over you.

Jack questioned Jane about her bond with you.

Jane longingly said she didn't know you as such but was delighted to do so.

you felt small pricks in your head, beginning to regain consciousness. opening your eyes you saw Jack and that girl you met at the lake.

"shit, how long was i like this?" with weakness in your arms you tried to lift your body but gloved hands took your back, giving you support to sit up. "oh thank you, Jane" you remembered her name.

"a week, Jane was taking care of you all this time, i was just changing your bandages" you looked to your side where Jane still had her hand on your back.

"thank you so much, Jane, i owe you one!" and you gave her another smile, another big smile that gave her heart a harmonious beat again.

you two became increasingly closer.

you felt in favor with her after she took care of you.

she was very protective of you, she didn't care if you were more skilled than her since you're a proxy she just wants you to return from your missions safe.

at first she thought you were just flattering her out of pity but eventually she got over that idea, you're genuine.

and that made you much more beautiful every day for her.

the two of you shared the same music taste, some bands, artists and even hobbies.

sometimes you brought clothes for her when you came back from missions or just when you went to the nearest town.

sometimes you invited her to eat at your cabin.

there was even a time when you both slept together, you lent her some pajamas and the two of you slept together, while you slept peacefully, Jane felt like at some point her heart would jump out of her chest to shout how much was in love with you.

you both watched each other's backs.

the days of knowing each other turned into months until a year.

Jane could feel that you were made for each other.

until one day you took longer than usual to return.

her long black hair made a beautiful contrast with the moonlight. she was anxious, the cold of the forest was her companion, looking in despair at the path of trees where you always walked when you left and returned.

footsteps on dry grass and dry leaves began to echo towards her, she came closer and closer to the road until she saw your figure in the darkness illuminated by the intense moonshine, a smile appeared in her lips even though it wasn't noticeable because of her mask, but fell a little when she saw your gaze lost in the grass.

"hey" her voice, soft but somewhat deep, made you look up, Jane ran to you, catching you in her arms. on your face there were fresh stains of that crimson liquid and your hands were soaked with it.

"i couldn't save her" Jane felt a chill, without letting go she moved away a little. "who? Kate?" you denied. "who then?" her voice gave you a calm but inside Jane was curious and nervous at the same time. "she, i couldn't tell you but I was afraid that he, i don't know, would hear me but i wasn't careful after all"

tears soaked your eyes again, slowly sliding down your cheeks, leaving a wet path. "who's she?" "my girlfriend".

a knot formed in Jane's stomach, she felt like all illusion and dream was collapsing. the idea of kissing your lips? was broken, that you will be hers and she yours? never. she just pulled you into her arms but tears were starting to form in her eyes. two hearts had been broken, yours and hers.

and the worst thing is that neither of you would know if you would love in the same way or even love.

Nina the killer

MY GIRLLLL

she's very into her own thing, she tries to get people to talk but god, it was complicated!

although she can understand it, living in the woods or abandoned places and there being a kind of hierarchy of killers and proxies, it explained itself.

but of all that, she loved that she was friends with someone and even more so, with a proxy!

need i say how duo you are?

if you're not with Masky, Hoodie, Toby or Kate, you're definitely with Nina!

you match bracelets, you match necklaces, you match keychains, everything except matching your feelings.

because oh yeah, Nina has a huge crush on you.

memories of how the two of you met came to her mind as she walked through the abandoned place.

EJ's and your voice echoed in that same place as if she was materializing her memories in the place. you were on the ground with a hurt leg and Nina was behind EJ.

"is she your friend?" you pointed at Nina who was leaning against the wall, with no intention of attacking. "she's Nina, by the way, what are you doing here?" now you both looked at her. "rather, why are you here?" she said tilting her head with her marked smile permanently on her skin.

From then on, you two got along very well, the way you asked about her was not rude or hostile, on the contrary, it was curious and very casual, even friendly, something that's so weird! that's why she liked you.

or at least that is her conclusion.

from then on, you started to get closer to her.

you and she had something in common: love to talk.

of all of them, she knew Toby best.

but she always had that inclination towards you and that was where she began to question herself.

here came a point where her feelings were no longer merely platonic but romantic.

def wasn't the first time she had experienced these feelings that made her daydream, her heart beat like a love song, that sees everything in hearts and sparkles.

i could say that she became obsessed with the feeling, not exactly for you.

you make her feel alive, you make her feel so happy, you make her feel like not everything is so fucked up.

"but do you love her?" the brunette's voice interrupted Nina's bubbling chatter. her intense gaze now looked at Natalie, who had a fixed gaze on the dry grass.

"of course-" "no, do you love her?" tilted her head, and again he fixed his gaze on the dry grass, beginning to notice more details. the sound of leaves rustling against each other, the sun beginning to set and the moon rising creating a warm painting in the sky, could be metaphorically described as how Nina felt.

"yes, i love her"

Nina started spying on couples, what they commonly did between them, how they initiated kisses, that kind of thing. she already felt how everything was going to happen!

started collecting stealing things for you!

she already had the whole scenario ready in her head and was starting to put everything in motion.

until she started to see what it was really like to be a proxy.

there came a point where there were days when you didn't come back, and if that was the case you always came back hurt or tired.

there were days when it seemed like you weren't you, that smiling girl, surprisingly kind, was quite direct and distant.

and then there were days where you were again the same person she fell in love with.

a proxy and a killer can be together, right? it's easy.

or that's what she thought.

she was standing nervously in the middle of the forest, she felt her heart beating hard and could feel everything, the fabric of her hoodie covering her skin and her long black hair slipping from her ear despite having her hair tied up.

"Nina" your voice, your beautiful voice. she turned around euphoric but again, she saw you tired.

but to her you still looked beautiful, as the dark circles under your eyes enhanced your eyes, which were exhausted by the way, your figure enhanced by the light provided by the full moon. she wanted to run into your arms and kiss you but why didn't she want to now?

seeing you playing your proxy role wasn't what she thought.

"Nina?" "i love you" you stayed still in your place. she's regretting right now.

"do you love her?" Natalie's words echoed in his head, why can't she say yes now?!

"i like you because you were kind, surprisingly and we shared many things together and..." why the fuck was she speechless? "and...?"

you sighed, starting to approach with a lump in your throat. "Nina, you love me when i'm not... you know" she opened her jaw but you were faster "and i understand, it sucks to be this and well, you only know one part of me and now that you know how i am being almost a subordinate, you may not like me anymore, at least not as such."

Nina just looked at you, why did she want to cry? why did she feel like you had just given her the answer? but it's not something she wanted, she denied that answer.

"you love me but not completely, and i understand that, don't worry, if you like i can pretend you didn't say that" and that smile appeared, remaining marked in her memories.

the worst thing is that you never denied her confession.

Kate the chaser

OKAY HEAR ME OUTTTT

unlike Jane and Nina, Kate has a better chance of having a relationship with you.

but as there are always buts there is something that could not be achieved.

you both were the only women in the group and to no one's surprise, you tended to stick together more.

and sometimes Toby would stick to you.

"Toby, you're being the third wheel" "you think so?"

Kate always remembers when you joined, you were lost and scared. Tim, Brian and Toby were tactless but oh well... Kate at least tried anyway.

The Operator/Slenderman saw nothing wrong with sending you together on missions and tasks because you were both efficient.

but Kate was a nervous wreck.

Kate was attracted to you SIKE! she's madly in love.

but for the sake of things, she wasn't going to say it.

"so when" Kate saw Toby, his head was on the large trunk that joined the branches where they were both sitting. "when, what?" "it's ob-obvious that you're drooling over her"

she didn't say anything, just looked at the distant ground. "never" "oh c'mon!" a small chuckle left her lips as she looked at Toby watching her with a sharp side eye.

"and don't even think about saying anything to her" a stifled laugh slipped from the brunette's pale lips. "or i'll cut your tongue out" "i don't promise anything" and now a small smile curved on her dry lips.

you both share a cabin, in a certain way you generated affection for her.

or that's what you tell yourself every night before sleep, because oh yes, you like her.

two lost souls in love who don't know that is reciprocated.

you were always looking for her touch, you were always looking for her.

more than once Masky referred to you as girlfriends.

but Kate was the one who quickly denied.

you go out for walks together, heal each other's wounds and even lend each other hoodies.

what attracted her to you was that you were like that little humanity and hope in her eyes, despite being controlled and being under his dominion, you maintained some kindness and genuineness, your soft gaze and how you always find solutions.

and for your part it was that despite everything that had happened, even her attitude, she didn't treat you harshly, her talks and what she used to do before being caught by him, you think she's pretty, shy to a certain extent but willing to sacrifice herself if it's necessary.

also you were so delighted when you both played hide and seek and she, being faster than you, caught you quickly and held you in her arms.

you fall and fall again.

and she gladly hold you.

sometimes when y'all go out on the town for some mission, you can't help but imagine you and Kate in the park at night, holding hands and kissing.

while Kate only hopes to have met you under other circumstances.

i won't lie, you've already kissed even shared warmth wink wink.

but neither of both knows if it's really serious or if it's just something casual or because of loneliness.

after some pillow talk, you decided to confess but work calls.

you had so many opportunities to do it but something always happened that didn't materialize.

the cold of the forest attacked the five bodies that were around a campfire, that managed to counteract.

you were sitting next to Tim, the smell of cigarettes making you feel nauseous in your stomach. "how do you not get disgusted?" a smoke came out of his lips accompanied by a light cough. "keeps me warm" you looked ahead, between the flames you saw Kate, who was already watching you.

she stood up and walked towards the hundreds of trees in the area. "the fuck happened to her?"

"i don't know" Toby replied, and then looked at you. "would you go to see her?" you nodded and went to pick her up.

"you owe me something from the city, deal?" "deal"

and even if there was no deal, you wanted to know why she left.

Kate is jealous, but not the possessive type, she's the pessimist type.

more than once she has thought about confessing her feelings to you so that the jokes, insinuations of others and her dreams become real.

but what the operator/slenderman would do something terrified her.

that makes you more surly or that he makes her more surly or worse, that he'll do something to you.

she was scared, very scared.

she loved you, she did but she was still afraid to love.

what if she's not what you need? what you want?

when she clears her mind or tries to return to the group.

that day was the same except that day you were going to know.

everyone was gathered around the campfire again, Toby saw how he was going to break the supposed promise he made with Kate to say nothing but oh come on, he even thought it was insufferable the long delays that Kate gave when she had confessed more than once that she wanted to tell you how much she likes you.

"let's play truth or dare" before anyone could speak, Toby blurted out "Kate, truth or dare, truth, would you have a partner?" if gazes could kill, Toby would definitely be seven under earth.

all eyes were on Kate now. inside you were eating away at her answer, you could feel your heart beating wildly. "i don't care about a relationship, i'm not into it"

oh.

the cold of her words could not be compared to the cold of the night between the immense trees and the grass, you felt how your blood went from hot to cold, how your heart began to break and wanted to get out of your chest. Kate was cursing herself for saying that but she didn't know that you reciprocated her feelings either.

"you have to be kidding." "seriously Toby, i'm not interested in any of that." her voice was firm, it did not tremble.

not like your voice, that at any moment you would speak, you would reveal yourself. you just watched through your eyelashes as Kate grabbed Toby by his sweatshirt and led him away with her.

"there is something those two have going on"

you just stared at the fire, watching as the flames reached their highest peak and faded away, repeating the movement.

maybe Kate is right, there is no room for such things.

but now how will you see her? more of the many things you shared: hoodies, memories, laughs, kisses, touches and warmth.

maybe it was foolish to dream in a harsh reality as this one.

#creepypasta x reader #kate the chaser x reader #jane the killer x reader #jane the killer #kate the chaser #nina the killer x reader #nina the killer #creepypasta x you

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littlemisspascal · 9 months ago

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New Writers added to The Pedro Library 🐼

Sorry for the long delay of reblogs! Work project is finally wrapped up and I can stop stressing out so much 😄

New Works Added ✨

Many fics aren’t appearing in the tags when searching. If I miss yours, please let me know 💗 Or add me to your taglist cuz I love being tagged 😊

As always, if you would like me to remove your work from the rec list, please let know and I’ll remove them asap 😊

✨ Materialists + Corona Commercial now added to the Library ✨

@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

#my library #joel miller #dieter bravo #din djarin #javier peña #frankie morales #marcus pike #agent whiskey #pero tovar #dave york #oberyn martell #marcus moreno

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flan-tasma · 1 year ago

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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."

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trulybetty · 2 months ago

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no flights tonight | part one.

pairing: modern day au!pero x f!reader word count: 1,526 warnings: nothing major, we're in G territory summary: with flights delayed due to the snow, and a wedding to attend, you find yourself stranded at the airport and with the last person you want to run into, your ex. ao3: linked

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A/N: This is a gift for @little-mrs-morales for the @pedrostories 2024 Secret Santa event! It kinda got away from me, so I hope you enjoy it ♥️

Part One.

The airport was a sea of angry, tired and frustrated travellers. The announcements of cancelled flights had started the moment you’d stepped foot into the airport. The snowstorm had grounded everything, no one was getting out. So, of course, that meant you were one of them. Now, you stood in a long, slow-moving line at the rental car desk, scrolling aimlessly on your phone while your patience wore even thinner.

Then you heard it, his voice.

Low, gravelly, and unmistakably him. It cut through the noise of complaints like a sharp blade. Your fingers froze over your phone, your grip tightened on the handle of your carry-on and your stomach twisted in a way you hated to be reminded of. You didn’t even need to look to confirm it was him.

Pero.

You turned slowly, your heart sinking as your eyes landed on his broad shoulders and familiar leather jacket. He was ahead of you, speaking to the desk clerk, a scowl etched on his face. His voice dipped, you could hear the frustration in his voice and the curses in Spanish under his breath.

“Nothing?” He sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I’m sorry, sir,” she said, looking up from the screen apologetically, “there’s no cars left. The storm has caused a rush on all available rentals, I’ve got nothing.”

“Figures,” he mumbled, gathering his bag at his feet.

The clerk offered a weak apology, but Pero had already turned away. He hadn’t seen you yet, which gave you a brief, fleeting moment to consider ducking out of the line and pretending that none of this had ever happened. But, of course, that would’ve been too easy.

He spotted you almost immediately, his sharp gaze locking onto yours. For a second, just a quick beat, you saw the flicker of surprise in his dark eyes, quickly masked by a guarded expression—one you knew too well. You hated the way your chest tightened, your breath catching, the fact that the sight of him was still capable of knocking the wind out of you.

He looked… good. Too good. His skin was tanned, his hair a little longer than you remembered, and he seemed more at ease in his own skin than he’d been in years. You knew why, of course. Valentina had told you all about his summer in Spain, the job he’d taken right after your break up. He’d spent it working on a dig and reconnecting with his family. You’d smiled through gritted teeth as she’d shared pictures of her own visit there that summer. Pictures of him laughing with their relatives, the Mediterranean sun lighting up his face.

You knew you should’ve stopped checking in with his family after the breakup, but you’d been together so long that they were as much your family that it was hard to let go. Besides, Valentina was more than just Pero’s cousin—she’d become one of your closest friends. Plus, you couldn’t bring yourself to completely sever all ties, not when a part of you still…

You shoved the thought aside, focusing on Pero as he approached you, his expression unreadable.

“Great,” he muttered, mostly to himself, as he came to a stop in front of you, his arms crossed and waiting for you to say something.

“Pero,” you said flatly.

“Figures you’d be here,” he said, his tone dry.

“Figures you’d still be this charming,” you shot back, you couldn’t help yourself.

He snorted but didn’t rise to the bait which frustrated you more than you cared to admit. Instead, he nodded toward the counter behind him, his lips twitching in something that wasn’t quite a smile, “Trying to get a car?”

“What does it look like?”

“It looks like you’re wasting your time,” he said, gesturing to the counter he’d just left, “Don’t bother, they’re out of cars.”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose, you felt a headache coming on, “Of course they are.”

He shrugged, his expression neutral, “You might get lucky, but I wouldn’t bet on it.”

“Thanks for the encouragement,” you muttered, stepping forward as the line crept closer to the desk.

You expected him to leave, but instead, he leant against a nearby pillar, arms crossed, watching you as you approached the counter. You tried to ignore him, focusing on the clerk instead, but their apologetic smile already told you how this conversation was going to go.

“Sorry, we’re completely out,” they said confirming your worst fears.

“Nothing? Not even anything for the morning?”

“No sorry, we’re wiped of inventory.”

“Perfect,” you muttered under your breath.

Behind you, Pero let out a dry laugh, “Told you.”

You spun to glare at him. “Do you have somewhere else to be, or are you just enjoying this?”

Pero’s eyes glinted, his smirk faint but there. “Trust me, I’m not enjoying anything about this.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, but your phone buzzed in your pocket before you could fire back a retort. Fishing it out, you unlocked the screen and read the text, it was from Lin whose wedding that weekend you were supposed to be attending:

We saw the flight cancellations—Will booked a car for you and Pero before they sold out. Sorry, we could only get the one. Info’s at the desk. Let me know if it’s all okay, love you! :)

Your heart sank as you reread the message, willing it to possibly say something different. Pero’s phone buzzed at the same time, and you saw him pull it from his jacket, his eyes scanning the screen before he let out a short, exasperated laugh.

“Let me guess,” Pero said, pulling out his phone as his own notification chimed. “Lin.”

“Lin,” you echoed bitterly.

He sighed, his hand running through his hair as he glanced back at the counter. “Of course, they’d do something like this,” he said, shoving the phone back into his pocket.

You both approached the counter again, explaining the situation. Pero slid his driver’s licence to the clerk behind the counter with the details of the booking Will had sent both of you in a follow-up text.

“This can’t be happening,” you muttered passing over your own licence, but the clerk was already pulling up the reservation, confirming the details.

“Yep,” they smiled brightly, as if this was good news, “looks like there’s a compact SUV reserved for both of you,” she quickly tapped away at her keyboard before looking up at you both brightly, “You’re all set to go.”

Pero raised an eyebrow at you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, “Well, this should be fun.”

“I’ll walk,” you said, half-serious.

“In this storm?” he gestured to the glass doors, where the snow was whipping furiously outside, “No, cariño, you’re not that stubborn.”

You hated how the familiar endearment made your heart skip, instead, you grit your teeth, “I hate this.”

“Join the club,” he replied as he finished signing his share of the documents required before snatching the keys from the desk, “Let’s go, I’m driving.”

You narrowed your eyes, “Excuse me?”

“You hate driving in the snow,” he replied, his voice low but matter of fact, “You’ve always hated it. Unless you’ve magically learned how to deal with it over the summer, I’m not risking my life to prove a point. I’ll take the wheel.”

You bristled, crossing your arms. “I’ve driven in snow plenty of times without killing anyone.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “That’s very reassuring. Still driving.”

You didn’t have the energy to argue, or the pride to admit he was right, so you followed him to the rental lot. The storm outside whipped around you, snow biting at your cheeks as you pulled your hat down further on your head and cursed the footwear you’d chosen that morning.

It didn’t take long to find the car, with the lot practically empty it had been easy to pick out the SUV from the slim offerings remaining. You bounced on the balls of your feet, waiting while Pero checked the tires, grumbling to himself in Spanish. He’d already stopped you from jumping straight into the car, wanting to ensure he could inspect it from all angles without interruption.

“It’s freezing, can I just get inside already?”

He stood from his crouched position where he was examining the back tires, glaring at you from over the top of the car, “Looks good,” he finally declared, opening the trunk and throwing his bag in, his hand outstretched for your own, you didn’t miss that he was a little more gentle settling your bag in next to his.

He rounded the car and looked at you over its roof, giving you a look of disbelief as to why you weren’t already in the car, “¿Estás pirado? It’s snowing, get in the car. Vamos!”

“Still bossing everyone around,” you muttered.

Pero didn’t look up, just opened the driver’s side door. “Only when I know I’m right.”

You rolled your eyes, climbing into the passenger seat and slamming the door a little harder than necessary.

It was going to be a long trip.

#pero tovar fanfiction #pero tovar fanfic #pero tovar x f!reader #pero tovar x female reader #pero tovar x you #pero tovar x reader #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedrostoriesgift24 and #pedrostories

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la-chacha-gris · 1 month ago

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Pornoculture: The state of the art/ El estado de la cuestión

I received a DM asking for details on how the investigations of this blog on porn and society are going. I looked for the moment to respond properly and soon realized how long the answer was. So for that reason, and for the general interest it may have, I leave the answer here published as an open letter that you can all debate or ask for details in the comments if you feel like it. Culture or debates are like orgies: the more people participate, the more fun we will have. You have the text as is after the jump to 'continue reading'.

He recibido un DM preguntando detalles de cómo van las investigaciones de este blog sobre porno y sociedad, busqué el momento para responder como merece y al poco me di cuenta de lo larga que estaba quedando la respuesta. Así que por eso, y por interés general que puede tener, dejo la respuesta aquí publicada como carta abierta sobre la que podáis todos debatir o preguntar detalles en comentarios si os apetece. La cultura o los debates son como las orgías: cuanto más gente participemos, más nos divertiremos. Tenéis el texto tal cual después del salto del 'seguir leyendo'.

Good morning. Sorry for the delay, but I answer DM notifications from time to time because I would do nothing but answer them, there are 20-30 messages from people I don't know every hour, I'm not exaggerating./ Buenos días. Perdona el retraso, pero atiendo notificaciones de DM a ratos porque no haría otra cosa que responderlos, son 20-30 mensajes de gente que no conozco cada hora, no exagero.

The Mexican thesis on porn influencing pop or mainstream culture -although general porn and its stars would already be mainstream, but it's just to understand- has been valued for a few years, the Anglo-Saxons do not study porn culture but rather porn studies. It's not the same, the first is my current. The second is studying porn but within itself and its influence on it and even its consumers, but only in regards to the sexual aspect (the article I translated from Stoya talks about this very thing, it's the 14th or 16th installment of Defining Porn, look in the blog tags)

La tesis mexicana sobre el porno influenciando en la cultura pop o mainstream -aunque ya el porno generalista y sus estrellas serían mainstream, pero es por entendernos- está valorándose desde hace unos años, los anglosajones no hacen estudio pornocultura sino porn estudies. No es lo mismo, lo primero es mi corriente. Lo segundo es estudiar porno pero dentro de si mismo y su influencia en este e incluso sus consumidores, pero solo en lo tocante a lo sexual (el artículo que traduje de Stoya habla de esto mismo, es la entrega 14 o 16 de Definiendo nopor, busca en tags del blog)

There are not many conclusions, it's something I do from time to time in my free time and without being trained as a researcher. I wouldn't say there are theories as such, despite the enthusiasm of some who have written about it, I would call them working hypotheses. These are the ideas of what it can be and you decide to check it, if it seems to be confirmed then third parties check and it can be theory.

No hay muchas conclusiones, es algo que hago a rato en mi tiempo libre y sin estar formada como investigadora. Tampoco diría que hay teorias como tales, a pesar del entusiasmo de algunos que han escrito sobre ello, yo las llamaría hipótesis de trabajo. Esto es las ideas de lo que puede ser y decides comprobarlo, si parece que se confirma entonces comprueban terceros y puede ser teoría.

What I have found in this half year is that it seems that there is influence in pop culture, but we should not limit ourselves to understanding porn only as audiovisual sexual pornography. The trafficking of videos of real accidents or the torture of prisoners in Iraq would also be something that should not be shown, that is prohibited and/or stains the reputation of whoever sees it, this would also be the subject of pornography in the strictest sense of its definition. And a material that for obvious reasons of discomfort that it produces I do not analyze, I only take into account that it exists because it is referred to in documentation, this shared nature and that its virality (and persecution in social networks) or its commercialization on the Internet taking advantage of the demand for morbidity equals them. Obviously, I prefer to see Grey swallowing or talk about its social impact than to talk about death and suffering turned into a spectacle. In the article that I mention the POV in the title you will find more explanation of this similarity of content when talking about the footage of the missile cameras that are broadcast on the news.

Lo que he encontrado en este medio año, es que parece que sí hay influencia en la cultura pop, pero no nos limitemos en porno a entender este solo por pornografía sexual audiovisual. El tráfico de videos de accidentes reales o las torturas de presos en Irak también serían algo que no debe ser mostrado, que es prohibido y/o mancha la reputación de quien lo ve, esto sería también la materia de pornografía en sentido estricto de su definición. Y un material que por razones obvias de malestar que produce no analizo, solo tengo en cuenta que existe porque es referido en documentación esta naturaleza compartida y que su viralidad (y persecución en redes sociales) o su comercialización en internet aprovechando la demanda por morbo los igualan. Obvio, prefiero ver a Grey engullendo o hablar de su impacto social que hablar muerte y sufrimiento convertido en espectáculo. En el artículo que menciono el POV en el título encontrarás más explicado de esta semejanza de los contenidos al hablar del metraje de las cámaras de misiles que emiten los informativos.

My contribution to this field, what I think, is that I find it very interesting to analyze the adult film industry because it is a miniature version of Hollywood. Only more cynical and free of artistic excuses. Is this crazy? Maybe not so much, think about its galas and its stars. At first I thought they were parodying the star system of their older sister (porn has always been very parodic of its successes), but today I think they were only imitating its logic with fewer complexes so that it is obvious that they want to fall in love with their stars and make as much money as possible with the rest being an accessory.

Mi aportación a este campo, lo que pienso yo, es que me parece muy interesante analizar la industria de cine para adultos porque es una versión en miniatura de la de Hollywood. Solo que más cínica y libre de excusas artísticas. ¿Locura esto? quizás no tanto, piensa en sus galas y sus estrellas. Al principio pensé que parodiaban el star system de su hermana mayor (el porno ha sido siempre muy paródico de éxitos de esta), pero hoy pienso que solo imitaban su lógica con menos complejos para que se les note que quieren enamorar con sus estrellas y hacer todo el dinero posible siendo lo demás accesorio.

And as for the matter in general, I tend to think that what happens to us is that we are increasingly a voyeur culture. We have always been curious and journalistic reporting has existed for what, two centuries? But I am referring to snooping, spying, seeing what happens behind closed doors or in the forbidden area. A Grey's movie and a reality show would have the same market need and logic, the only difference being that the latter can be broadcast on TV. The fact that one shows circus skills such as triple penetrations and the other is that it is not so frowned upon, what prisoners, firefighters, policemen, celebrities or interior decorators do is not a significant difference: both types of products are the same at heart.

Y en cuanto al asunto en general, tiendo a pensar que lo que nos pasa es que somos cada vez más una cultura voyeur. Siempre hemos sidoc curiosos y ha existido el reportaje periodístico desde hace ¿dos siglos? pero me refiero a husmear, espiar, ver lo que ocurre tras la puerta cerrada o en el recinto vedado. La misma necesidad de mercado y lógica tendría pues una peli de Grey y una reality show, siendo la única diferencia que el segundo puede emitirse en la tele. Que uno muestre habilidades circenses como tripes penetraciones y el otro, es que no está tal mal visto, qué hacen los presos, bomberos, policías, los famosos o los decoradores de interiores no es una diferencia significativa: ambos tipos de productos son lo mismo en el fondo.

The reason why the supply of these contents increases as the century comes depends on the market (the first reality shows are a great success as a novelty) on the cheapening and accessibility of filming material (porn mutates with home video and spreads more, then with the internet) and the capitalist logic of marketing everything that can be sold until it is no longer profitable. The curious public needs new, weirder things to spy on in order to get out of the stupor of their saturation of offers and choose yours, and those who do business look for them or invent them. I am tempted to quote Guy Debord and his gloomy vision of everything human turned into spectacle, but I am afraid of boring you or making this answer too long.

El por qué se incrementa la oferta de estos contenidos al llegar el siglo depende del mercado (los primeros reality show son un gran éxito como novedad) del abaratamiento y accesibilidad de material de filmación (el porno muta con el video doméstico y se extiende más, luego con internet) y la lógica capitalista de comercializar todo lo que pueda y venderlo hasta que ya no sea rentable. El público curioso necesita cosas nuevas más raras que espiar para salir del sopor de su saturación de oferta y elegir la tuya, y los que hacen negocio las buscan o las inventan. Tentada estoy de citar a Guy Debord y su sombría visión sobre todo lo humano convertido en espectáculo, pero temo aburrirte o hacer demasiado larga esta respuesta.

I suppose that although I am interested in the cultural analysis of Grey's public figure as a political influencer and artist, or the aura of charm of pornstars and many other things, these two big topics would be the ones that interest me the most. Another day I will tell you about Grey's gonzo porn and how she left a mark on the industry by changing it about 15 years ago. But that is a matter that I will have to study first in order to be able to tell it: the blog and having readers encourages me to investigate things that I don't know in order to divulge them. I don't have great answers, but I share my questions and tell you how I came to ask them and explain their context with the little that I know. Keep enjoying the blog! Greetings!

Supongo que aunque me interesa el análisis cultural de la figura pública de Grey como influencer política y artista, o el aura de encanto de las pornstars y muchas otras cosas, estos dos grandes temas serían los que más me interesan. Otro día te hablo del porno gonzo de Grey y como dejó huella en la industria cambiándola hace unos 15 años. Pero eso es un asunto que primero tendré que estudiarlo yo como para poder contarlo: el blog y tener lectores me anima a investigar cosas que no se para divulgarlas. No tengo grandes respuestas, pero os comparto mis preguntas y os cuento como llegué a formularlas y explicaros su contexto con lo poco que sé. Sigue disfrutando del blog! un saludo!

#esoteric pornoculture #pornocultura esoterica #cebraconversations #adult industry #sociology #sociologia

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jamp15 · 11 months ago

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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.

#drawing #mushrooms #mychael #mushroom oasis fanart #foryou #mychael fanart #mushroom oasis mychael

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mooncookiexd · 2 years ago

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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 👉👈✨️

#monkie kid #shadowpeach #monkie kid wukong #monkie kid macaque #lmk shadowpeach #lmk fanart #lego monkie kid #lmk macaque #lmk wukong #wukong x macaque #macaque x wukong

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aquaheart04 · 1 month ago

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(Español)

¡Tenemos a nuestro tercer miembro del equipo! uuf una disculpa por el leve retraso, estos dos dias estuve ocupada y no tuve el tiempo de terminar el dibujo, ademas de algunas dificultades para el cabello y ropa, pero finalmente nuestro muchacho llego y estoy bastante satisfecha con el resultado.

¡Con ustedes Nicholas! Nick para sus amigos, al igual que Azalea, tiene 24 años y conoce a las chicas practicamente desde que son bebes, por lo que son bastante unidos los tres.

Ahora solo nos falta un integrante más, ¿Quien creen que sea? lo veran muy pronto

(3/4)

(English)

We have our third member of the team! Ugh, sorry for the slight delay, I was busy these two days and didn't have time to finish the drawing, plus some difficulties with the hair and clothes, but finally our boy arrived and I'm quite satisfied with the result.

Here's Nicholas! Nick to his friends, like Azalea, is 24 years old and has known the girls practically since they were babies, so the three of them are quite close.

Now we only need one more member, who do you think it is? You'll see very soon

(3/4)

#wild kratts #wild kratts au #aventuras con los kratt #next team #Nicholas #koki wild kratts #jimmy z

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chayos-artwork · 3 months ago

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aggressive and antisocial skeleton :D

Nerok, un ser agresivo... y ya (bromita :D aunque si es agresivo :'> ) Bueno, mi gente... tengo atrasos con Underdifferent... así que les voy a traer e este esqueleto agresivo y antisocial.

Nerok, an aggressive being... and that's it (joke :D although he is aggressive :'> ) Well, my people... I have delays with Underdifferent... so I'm going to bring you this aggressive and antisocial skeleton..

Yay....

The skeletal tail behind him is obviously connected to his spine... right? wink, wink

La cola esquelética detrás de él obviamente está conectada a su columna... ¿verdad? guiño, guiño

He doesn't have a world as such... but he isn't out-code or whatever... he just exists and that's it :)

Él no tiene un mundo como tal... pero tampoco es un out-code o como se diga... simplemente existe y listo :)

(Kidding, sorry I can't help it :D) he had a world where he was king, etc, etc... but an "out-code" *cough* Nehuther-... *cough* ruined his world, and eliminated several things from him, and from the same creator who was making the au, between those deletions, he deleted Nerok's memories and... "tweaked" him a little... *coughs* too much... for those who come from my tiktok. .. you know I made a drawing of him and another sans... well, that was her husband... (yes, the fandom ships two male skeletons and I also ship kabksjaka) and it didn't have a good ending. The creator of the au was blocked from all his platforms, by who? *coughs* by Nehuther *coughs and dies*

(Bromita, perdón no puedo evitarlo :D) tuvo un mundo donde él era rey, etc, etc... pero un "out-code" *tose* Nehuther-... *tose* arruinó su mundo, y eliminó varias cosas de él, y del mismo creador que estaba haciendo el au, entre esas eliminaciones, eliminó los recuerdos de Nerok y... lo "modificó" un poco... *tose* demasiado... para los que vienen de mi tiktok... saben que hice un dibujo de él y otro sans... bueno, ese era su esposo.. (si, el fandom shipea a dos esqueletos hombres y yo también kabksjaka) y no tubo un buen final. El creador del au fue bloqueado de todas sus plataformas, ¿por quién? *tose* por Nehuther *tose y se muere*

He could not continue with his project since his electronic devices were infected by a virus, so the creator gave up and decided to leave his jobs with such au

No pudo continuar con su proyecto ya que sus dispositivos electrónicos fueron infectados por un virus, por lo que el creador desistió y decidió dejar sus trabajos con tal au

Nehuther is almost like "King multiverse" but Nehuther is controlled by the god of his au, he is almost corrupted by the parasite... etc, etc, etc... but in battle it could be a tie between the two... (it is I suppose I was talking about the world of Nerok, but I got off topic 😂 sorry)

Nehuther es casi como "King multiverse" pero Nehuther es controlado por el dios de su au, esta casi corrompido por el parásito... etc, etc, etc... pero en batalla podría ser empate entre los dos... (se supone que hablaba del mundo de Nerok, pero me desvíe del tema 😂 lo siento)

Nerok, not knowing his past, obeys and trusts Nehuther's words... *coughs* sometimes... Nerok once got tired of listening to Nehuther and you know, the same thing about him going to another world and. .. Cabom! nah, not so much... but, Nerok felt hatred and anger towards Nehuther and... guess who he ran into...

Nerok al no saber su pasado, obedece y confía en las palabras de Nehuther... *tose* aveces... Nerok una ves se harto de escuchar a Nehuther y ya sabes, el mismo tema de que se va a otro mundo y... ¡Cabum! nah, tampoco tanto... pero, Nerok sentía odio y enojo hacia Nehuther y... adivinen a quién se topó...

Very well... obviously to Dream-... lie, he encountered both ink octopuses! (Shattered dream and Nightmare)

Muy bien... obviamente a Dream-... mentira, se encontró con ¡ambos pulpos de tinta! (Shattered dream y Nightmare)

but... I already told you, Nerok is aggressive... so... he refused to listen to both octopuses that he ended up forced by Shattered dream... (poor my child... skujhjkehaa)

pero... ya les dije, Nerok es agresivo... así que... él se reuso a escuchar a ambos pulpos que termino obligado por Shattered dream... (pobre mi niño... skujhjkehaa)

and that's how he met Killer... (joke, they haven't met yet)

y así conoció a Killer... (broma, aún no se conocen)

after working for both octopuses... he got tired again and wanted to "vanish" from where they put him... And after a while, he woke up on the Omega line, there he met Sult (created by a person integrated into the small group of creators of Underdifferent...) who is basically another sans who is like a psychologist, for those who went there

tras trabajar para ambos pulpos... se canso nuevamente y quizo "esfumarse" de donde lo metieron... Y luego de un tiempo, Despertó en la línea Omega, allí conoció a Sult (creado por una persona integrada en el pequeño grupo de creadores de Underdifferent...) quién es básicamente otro sans que es como un psicólogo, para los que iban allí

but since Nerok was aggressive... he ended up staying in the white part of the Omega line... and that's the end! (there is more text, but I don't want to give you literally the entire spoiler of the comic)

pero como Nerok era agresivo... terminó quedándose en la parte blanca de la línea Omega... y Ya ese es el fin! (hay más texto, pero no quiero darles literalmente todo el spoiler del cómic)

I will talk more about him possibly one day

hablaré más de el posiblemente algún día

Bye~ :D

#my art #sans au #underdifferent #undertale au #au sans #undertale fandom #nehuther #undertale #spoliers #nerok #history #agressive and antisocial skeleton

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foli-vora · 2 years ago

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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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