#¡Qué Guapa Soy!

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Apple tarts and tiramisu - Lucy Bronze x reader

Lucy Bronze x Barista!reader

Summary: this story takes place in 2022, when Lucy just moved to Barcelona, ​​all fictional of course.

SMUT - MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 10k+ because i yap too much

Apple tarts and tiramisu

It was Monday 7:00, you had an opening shift and was already in the shop for a good half an hour to get the machines starting and take the chairs of the tables. You had opened the doors of the small coffee shop and the still fairly cool Barcelona air blew in. The shop was quite popular by the locals but not really known by others, there was a fairly steady customer base, there were also some offices nearby, from where business people sometimes came in for a coffee or lunch.

But your favorite customers were the football players of FC Barcelona, ​​the coffee shop was down the street from the building where the club offered its players a house if they were international players or came from far inside of Spain.

In the middle of the morning rush an unfamiliar face walked in.

‘’¿Qué puedo hacer por ti?’’ (what can I get you) You said.

‘’Lo siento,’’ the beautiful women said in broken Spanish but with a nice accent ‘’todavía no hablo español, puedes hablar inglés’’ (Sorry, I can’t speak Spanish yet, do you speak English?)

‘’Oh yes, ofcourse’’ you smiled ‘’what can I get you?’’

‘’An iced matcha latte with soy milk please’’ The women said.

‘’Good choice’’ you stated ‘’finally something else then these café solos and cortados, and what is your name?’’

‘’Lucy’’ the women said smiling as she paid and walked to the other side of the counter were your colleague was making and handing out the drinks.

You went on to help the next costumers but not without watching ‘lucy’ as you just found out her name was, getting her drink after her name was called.

Lucy walked away with her drink and you couldn’t help but think about what brought her in, you thought she might be a tourist, even though at first you hadn’t expected that she couldn't speak Spanish, she didn't look like a tourist.

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It went on like that for a couple of days, Lucy came in every morning that week. You worked Monday to Friday and had the weekend off, when you opened the shop again the next Monday you found yourself hoping to see the English lady again.

The past Thursday you had learned that she was English, that morning she had come in a little later and the shop was quiet, while you made her order you two had chatted, you asked how her pronunciation could sound so good if she could not speak Spanish, then she said that she could speak French and a bit of Portuguese and of course English, and that she was learning Spanish for her job, she had told you she moved from England to Spain for her job.

You hoped she would be in at the end of the morning again and not during the morning rush.

A few hours went by and you hadn’t had the time to wonder about her again because this Monday morning had been very busy and it seemed like about the whole office from across the street wanted a coffee today.

But then she walked in, and this time with a cute little white furred four-legged friend.

‘’Hola guapas’’ you laughed ‘’who have you brought with you, what a cutieee’’.

Lucy smiled ‘’hello, y/n, this is Narla, she is my dog’’

‘’Aw, why haven’t I seen her before!’’

‘’Well I didn’t know if the shop was pet friendly but this weekend I saw someone else with their dog in here so I thought it was okay’’ Lucy shyly admitted.

‘’Oh Lucy, you could’ve asked you know,.. also’’ you said as you pointed to the chalk mural behind you ‘’look, pup-cup and bowl of water $0,00’’ you read ‘’we love perritos here’’. (perritos = dogs)

‘’that’s nice, I bet she would love a pup-cup’ Lucy said, ‘’but also, I can only bring Narla when I have a day off, yesterday I played so today we have the day off’’ she turned to the dog ‘’right Narla, we are gonna have so much fun walking around Barcelona, don’t we’’ she said in a high-pitched voice, like most people do when they talk to their pet.

‘’Ahh’’, you said, ‘’now it makes sense’’

Lucy looked up ‘’huh?’’

‘’You’re a football player?’’ you smiled ‘’right?’’

‘’Yeah, I just signed for Barcelona, but what makes sense then?’’ she smiled questioning.

‘’Oh’’ you blushed only now realizing that you had kind of admitted that you had been thinking about her ‘’It makes sense that you know different languages and that you have come to this coffee shop every day, you probably live in one of the Barca apartments here’’

‘’Oh dear, you’re not going to stalk me, are ya?’ Lucy chuckled, partly laughing about your flushed cheeks.

You spilled a bit of the soy milk you were pouring, ‘’oh god no, sorry, I just-  I- , we have a lot of barca players coming in, it is known that there are players live here, they come in quit often actually’’

‘Haha, don’t worry, I was just kidding, I actually got recommended this coffee shop by one of the girls, and actually, I kind of figured you already knew, which I guess makes me kind off a dick, so—’

‘’Nah, you’re not a dick, you're really nice, actually, can I offer you an apple tart? Its on the house, its homemade and it has no sugar in it, but it's not disgusting like the healthy junk’’

Lucy smiled broadly ‘’food is always good’’ , ‘’and with that description you have made me curious, so yes please’’

‘’Good’’ you said ‘’you can take a chair outside or here’’ pointing to the tables inside the shop ‘’or would you rather have it to go?’’

‘’Hmm’’ Lucy said while thinking about it, ‘’guess ill take a chair in the sun, I have the day off after all, might as well take it to the fullest’’

‘’ Yes, I would do that too, good choice, here is your matcha latte’’ you said as you handed her the cup ‘’I will bring the rest to your table in a second’’

‘’Thank you’’ Lucy said as she walked outside.

Two other costumers came in and you helped them, they wanted two coffees to go. After that the shop was empty again.

After a bit you came out with a little cup of whipped cream for the dog and the apple tarte for Lucy. ‘’There you go’’

‘’Oh thank you, that looks good, did you make that yourself?’’

‘’Nahhh’’ you said ‘’my mother made it, this is her cafe actually’’

‘’Ah, that was that beautiful woman behind the counter this weekend’’ Lucy said playfully.

You pushed her shoulder ‘’hey’’

‘’what’’ she acted offended ‘’can’t I call people beautiful? I thought that was nice, also I reckon you said ‘’hola guapas’’ just now, and although my Spanish is not very good yet, I do happen to know what that means’’.

You laughed now too ‘’yeah yeah , I guess if I said that, you can do that too’’.

Then Lucy asked you boldly ‘’Do you perhaps have a bit of time to sit with me? Or do you have to get back to work?’’

‘’I guess I can, shop is empty, but if someone comes I’ll have to go’’ you said as you took the seat next to her.

‘’How come you can speak English so well?’’ She asked you after the two of you had chatted for a bit.

‘’oh that’s a good story actually, I studied to be an English teacher, and after I graduated I did that for 2 years, but then my mom got the opportunity to open a bakery, but she couldn’t find people to hire for this shop, so she wanted to turn it down, when I heard that I resigned and now I work here every workday so my mom can bake’’

‘Wow’ Lucy said after her mouth was empty, while you had told your story she had eaten half of the tart ‘’I love that you did that, because this tastes amazing’’ ‘’but if I understand correctly, your mother works every day, seven days a week, isn’t that tiring?’’

‘’Yeah’’ you laugh ‘’but you don’t know her, she is inexhaustible, sometimes I think she has adhd, but lately it has gotten better with staff, she hired more people, she even went on a holiday this summer, she hadn’t done that in like 5 years.’’

You talked some more and it also touched on Lucy's own experience with adhd, you found out that she had recently been diagnosed, but that it helped Lucy to exercise and since that was literally her job, she said it didn't bother her that much on a day to day base. When new customers arrived, Lucy thanked you and you gave her a tip about a nice spot with a fountain and some greenery before she walked off.

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This is how it went for a few weeks, Lucy came to get a matcha to go before her training or if she was free a matcha and an apple tart, sometimes she came in with others.

This day she hadn’t come in, it was already quit late in the afternoon and then you saw almost the whole Barcelona femenino squad rounding the corner.

You had just wiped the whole counter and had put everything away, ready to close the coffee shop for siesta time.

One of them entered the shop, and talked to you in Spanish ‘’Hey I was wondering if we could eat lunch here? I know it’s really late but our team had some meetings which were running very late, so the kitchen at the complex was already closed and Lucia suggested that we could eat something here, but we see now that you are already closing things down so I thought I would ask’’.

‘’Lucia?’’ You asked

‘’Yeah, she is one of our new players, English, there’’ she said, while pointing at the dark haired defender ‘’honestly she doesn’t shut up about the apple tarts here’’

Lucy had walked in after seeing Alexia point at her. But you stood with your back to the door, talking to the football player so you didn’t see her walking up.

‘’ohhh Lucy, does she go by Lucia, I thought it was Lucy’’ you said back in spanish.

‘’Both is fine actually’’ Lucy said behind you ‘’but why are we discussing my name when we could be eating pastries’’. She laughed.  

You turned around, also laughing ‘’haha, yes sorry, tell them to come in and then you all can order’’

Not Lucy but Alexia walked away to get the teammates.

You asked ‘’so Lucia huh?’’

Lucy smiled ‘’Haha, both is acceptable, I mean on my passport is Lucia, but I guess because I grew up in England it just got Lucy and my dad was the only one calling me Lucia, but the Spanish girls like Lucia more I think, they all call me that’’.

‘’What do you like to be called the most?’’ You asked as the teammates were walking in and took chairs from the tables and handed out the few menus from the counter to each other.

Mariona called over ‘’Lucy you coming? You can sit here, what did you recommend again, I forgot what it was called’’.

‘’Oh I better go help her, but honestly I bet we could order anything and it’ll be tasty’’ she walked past you and whispered "but to answer your question, guapa is nice"

For a second you had to think about what she meant, but then it dawned on you, she had just told you she liked it when you called her guapa. Was she flirting? You thought and actually you hoped so, because if you were honest, the English lady was one of the most common topic of thoughts these last few weeks.

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You had taken everyone’s orders and you now stood working behind the counter with the background sound of laughter and different conversations.

When the coffee was simmering, you grabbed the baked goods that had been ordered. While laying everything on plates on the tray you caught eyes with Lucy, she looked away quickly and pretended to listen to the conversations around her.

You kept looking at her while plating the baking’s and when she looked at you again you winked at her. Her cheeks flushed and she looked away again.

You grabbed the two trays and handed out the plates to everyone, ending at Lucy, ‘’the drinks are coming right up’’ you said in Spanish and repeated in English looking at Lucy.

‘’Nah’’ Salma said ‘’we say everything in Spanish to her, she wants to learn and she has to’’.

‘’Ah, español para la defensora inglesa, lo tengo’’ (ah, spanish for the english defender, got it) you joked.

‘’thanks Salma, I had just found someone in the city to whom I could speak normal English and not have to speak super slow and now you also order her to speak Spanish to me’’ Lucy groaned jokingly

‘’Sorry babe, pero tienes que aprenderlo’’ Salma said. (you have to learn it)

Everyone laughed and got caught up back in their own conversations.

You held Lucy’s shoulder ‘’we can stick to English if you really want that, but I was just thinking if you would like I can tutor you in Spanish, I normally teach English but I can teach you Spanish’’

You didn’t wait for an answer and quickly went back to the bar to serve everyone their drinks before you slipped in the back and started on some long overdue tasks that your mom had asked you to do a month ago but that were just boring storage chores.

After a good hour you went back in the shop, you still heard the girls talking and no one had pushed the call button on the counter so you knew the team was still occupied, you were freezing because the last 15 minutes you had spent in the freezer room doing inventory. With the clip board you went back behind the counter, ticking everything in to the laptop that was stood open.

‘’Hello’’

You recognized the voice before you looked up, it was Lucy.

‘’hola guapa’’ you joked after seeing she was stood by herself.

‘’oh yeah, spanish, so you were serious on your offer?’’

‘’Que’’ you pretended to not know English anymore.

‘’Eh .. me gusta .. acepte  tu oferte .. oferta?.’’ (I would like to accept your offer about those lessons).

You smiled while you correct her ‘’Me gustaría aceptar tu oferta’’ “But okay, if we start doing lessons, we can keep Spanish for the lessons and stick to English for now”

‘’Thanks, it’s not fair really, the Spanish lessons I get are all about football and things around that, I cant really get by in real life with that knowledge’’ She huffed.

You got your phone out ‘’okay so when are you free, for me the weekend or evenings work best’’.

Lucy stared at you.

‘’The Spanish lesson?’’

‘’ah yeah’’ Lucy laughed nervously and also took her phone out of her pocket ‘’uhm, Saturday evening? I have a match in the afternoon so I have to rest after that,. but we can do it sitting down right?’’ She tried to joke but it came out sounding more cheeky then she had meant and she blushed immediately, ‘’I mean like we will not be running’’ she hastily added.

You laughed but replied bold ‘’Yes, we can do it sitting down and we will go really slow’’ but then added ‘’because fast Spanish is very hard to understand ofcourse’’.

Lucy got more at ease, realizing you didn’t mind her flirting even if it had come out unintentionally.

‘’Maybe we can text about the details?’’ Lucy asked handing her phone with the contacts open, ready for you to put your info in.

‘’Ah are you asking me for my number’’ you joked

‘’for educational purposes only’’ she stated ‘’and maybe to ask if the teacher would mind doing the lesson over some dinner?’’

‘’Dinner, that sounds nice’’ handing the phone back ‘’okay, just text me the details, I’ll be there, . with textbooks’’.

‘’Okay’’ Lucy said and turned around to go back to the tables.

You went back to the computer and wanted to get back to what you were doing until you heard her again.

‘’Oh I almost forgot I also came here to pay’’ she chuckled.

You laughed and typed something into the cash register before turning the card reader towards her. ´’easily distracted?’’

She typed in pin after tapping her card against the machine and murmured ‘’not easily but with pretty girls around, yes’’

‘’Oh I thought it was your adhd’’ you replied back

Lucy laughed ‘’oh yeah, maybe I should’ve gone with that’’

The register showed the little green check making clear that the payment was successful ‘’No, I think I like our little tradition,. Guapa’’ you said while handing her the receipt.

Lucy laughed ‘’Okay ill keep that in mind, thank you’’ while she took the receipt from you, her fingers brushed lightly against yours ‘’also thank you so much for staying open for us and making the kitchen dirty again, im sorry about that’’.

‘Haha, don’t worry, it was my pleasure, I hope everybody liked their food’’

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The days went by pretty quickly, Lucy had texted you a few hours after the team had left the shop and after every time she had gotten a matcha latte she had texted you how good it was.

Today was matchday, also the day that you were going to teach her some Spanish over dinner.

Going from a teacher to a barista made you a bit more broke, a gap that you tried to overcome with some freelance tutoring and some translating jobs here and there, but one big improvement was the free time that had come with the change.

No more papers to grade, no more lessons to prepare. So now, just like every other weekend, you were done with breakfast and was thinking about what you could do this day.

After you had done some cleaning around the apartment, which was already pretty tidy and you had done the laundry, you suddenly thought about your ´date´ tonight, you plopped on your bed and texted your best friend.

@y/n: i met someone cute and tonight im gonna teach her Spanish , help what do I wear??

*incoming FaceTime*

You accepted laughing.

‘’What the actual fuck y/n!!’’ your best friend said.

‘’What?’’ You said, still laughing.

‘’No, don’t play games with me, I hear nothing for like two weeks from you, the last time we spoke was at the gym if I remember correctly, and here I was thinking, oh im sure she’s busy with some project again, damn maybe even helping out her mom, and now I find out you were withholding me from this information, share the details, now!!’’

‘’Hahaha, Im sorry, you know how I get, I forget everything around me when im busy’’

‘’yeah okay, now hurry up tell me everything’’

‘’I love that about our friendship, that we—

‘’Y/N! who , what, where, when? ‘’

‘’Okay okay, I met her in the coffee shop, she came in one day and since then she came in everyday, I found out she just moved here from England for her job, first I didn’t know what she did, then I found out she is a football player, because she told me, and a few weeks later she didn’t come in that morning but in the afternoon the whole team came in because they hadn’t eaten yet, so I took em in, while the shop was closed, then they were teasing her a bit about having to learn Spanish faster even though she just came to this country, and she does not even bad, I mean she has the accent under control, but she told me she is half Portuguese and also she speaks French…

You looked at your phone again, halfway through your ramble you had started staring out the window as you spoke, now you saw your best friend looking at you with her mouth open.

‘’what?’’ you asked ‘’did I say something crazy?’’

‘’Lucy Bronze?’’ She asked ‘’I think you spoke with Lucy Bronze’’

‘’Yeah she is called Lucy, funny how do you know that, although,, the team calls her Lucia actually and… she told me.. I could call her guapa’’.

‘’Wow, I mean, I know you said the Barca player visit your shop, hell, I even met some off them when I was there, but like, damn, you picked up one, and I will tell you how I know her name, she is one off the best players in the world, y/n damn, she won best player of the world did you even know that, also what? Guapa?’’

You explained everything with even more detail and when your friend was finally happy with everything she knew, she asked ‘’so you know she has a game this afternoon right?’’

‘’Yeah’’ you said ‘’I will watch that I guess, if I figure out how I can, you watch It right, can you explain how I can watch that, is it a tv channel?’’

‘’Bruh’’ your friend scolded ‘’I have tried to convince you so many times to watch with me, and now one hottie comes around and you do it in a second’’

‘’You should’ve told me the players were hot , I just thought you were watching for your PE teacher reasons, inspiration for your classes or something’’ you said.

‘’You have them in your shop every week y/n, you see by yourself how they look’’

‘’yeah I just hadn’t thought about it like that’’ you said ‘’wait what did you say her name was again, im on my laptop on Instagram, I want to look at her page’’

‘’Lucy B .. R.. O .. N..

‘’Ah, got it’’ you called out ‘’woah, she has a lot of followers jeez, hey you follow her’’

‘’Yeah, ever since she played at Lyon, that was really her prime, she was so good, she still is, but you know her age and everything..’’

‘’Age?’’ you asked ‘’and everything?’’

‘’She has had like 7 knee operations, and she is 31 I believe, in football that’s old., wait actually she is 31.. isn’t that a bit old for you?’’’

You thought about it ‘’well im 25, so I guess that’s fine, damn, is she really that old? She made a younger impression, hadn’t guessed’’

‘’haha, you should tell her that, in that order too, no actually I think I once saw in an interview that her age was a sensitive point for her, so maybe don't bring it up’’

You laughed ‘’pfft, im not not going to talk about such things, if her ego is to big or she has weird quirks im out’’ ‘’she is hot tho, damn, I scrolled down to far I think, Im now seeing a bikini pic, she has abs for days damn..’’

‘’well she sure is fit’’ your best friend said ‘’if I were gay I would want to bang her too’’

‘’Oh mierda’’ you called out ‘’fuck I liked it accidentally’’

Your best friend was dying of laughter ‘’guess she will very clearly know your intentions now’’

‘’Okay I followed her also and liked the top three pics as well, she probably wont even notice, with so many followers she surely wont have notifications on right?’’

‘’Yeah true’’ your friend said, serious again.

*@never2old4lionking started following you*

‘’huh’’ you said

‘’what’’

‘’some -never too old for lionking- followed me, its an account with like 550 followers and 500 following, im guessing it’s a) Lucy herself or  b) a lucy stalker, what do you think?’’

‘’yeah stalker probably,, or maybe its like an secret account, because she is famous and all that, she cant follow her side chicks on her main’’

‘’Oh shut up’’ you huffed ‘’you pest, you-

You got interrupted by a dm, ‘’wait they send me something’’

@never2old4lionking: hola, you like my pictures? -L (maybe better known as guapa to you)

‘’OMG , it is her! Look’’ you screamed, and showed your laptop screen to your phone.

‘’Wow, reply!’’ your friend said ‘’just say you were curious about how you could watch the game because you don’t know how too and that’s why you looked her up’’

‘’Okay, lame excuse, but my brain is currently not working’’ you sighed as you typed something like that to Lucy.

@never2old4lionking: aw here I was, thinking you fancied me, and you were just looking for dodgy streaming links ☹

@y/n: why do think I was looking up how to watch, I have never watched a game, never knew there were hot people involved

@never2old4lionking: I thought you said the players are regulars at the coffee shop

@y/n: Do you have a link or what?

@never2old4lionking: I have tickets?

@y/n: what?

@never2old4lionking: its an at home game, so its around the block, just come and watch irl,

@never2old4lionking: I’ve heard the players look even better irl than on the screen 😉

@y/n: well if you put it like that..

@never2old4lionking: 1 or 2 tickets?

@y/n: I thought you were playing 😉

@never2old4lionking: hahah, your so funny! I mean do you want to take a friend with you?

‘’Say yes, say yes’’ your friend practically screamed as she heard you reading the conversation out loud while typing.

‘’Okay then’’

@y/n: ah, yes that would be nice, I have a PE teacher friend, they love football, she would be thrilled

@never2old4lionking: okay, I’ll send the e-tickets to you on WhatsApp, you sit In the friends and family section, ill try if I can spot you!

@y/n: watching my first football game live and in the family&friends section is something I would’ve never guessed

@never2old4lionking: first- like ever????

@y/n: yeah? Something wrong?

@never2old4lionking: yes? You have a friend that loves football, as you say, and you have never watched??

‘’See, I like her already, I told you sooooo manyyy times, just watch’’ your friend said excited.

‘’I can stop reading?’’

‘’ No no, okay ill shut up’’

@y/n: yeah, she asked me so many times to watch with her, she will probably either kill me when I tell her this or she’ll be your biggest fan, for getting me to watch

@never2old4lionking: hope the latter, need you alive tonight x

@y/n: yes exactly, Spanish lessons are v important ! I’ll tell her that.

@never2old4lionking: okay, ill see you soon, if anything doesn’t work just say you come for me, ill put your names on my list of guests

You shared your and your friends name and put your laptop off and away, ‘’ so now we can go back to what I was texting you about originally , outfits, but now thanks to you I have an extra event, not only teaching spanish  but also watching her play, I don’t even have a barca shirt’’

‘’which is crazy by the way’’ your friend interrupted you ‘’but I have three, so you can borrow one, do you want a training shirt, a shirt with my name on the back or Putellas?’’

‘’Who is Putellas’’

‘’omg, wait ill send you a picture’’

…

‘’oh her!, yeah I like her, she asked if they could sit in the café, she is polite’’

‘’that’s the team captain- , ugh y/n I love you so much, do you know how many people would lose their shit by what just happened, getting tickets to watch them from an actual player’’

‘’okay calm down, they’re just people, and they happen to have a special job, but should I behave different then?’’

‘’no no, I think this only happens to you because you are so pure’’ your best friend said

‘’oh come on’’ you called out ‘’just say thank you for the ticket, not all this soppy shit please’’

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After your friend and you had hung up, your mom had called if you wanted to eat at your parents tonight, you briefly explained the situation, telling her you were eating dinner at someone else’s house and the plan about teaching her some Spanish.

But your mother saw right through you as usual, "so a date" she said excitedly ‘’wait you should bring desert, I made tiramisu, ill drop it off right now’’

Before you could even begin to form an answer she had hung up, 15 minutes later your doorbell rang and a bit after that your mom was gone again and you had an entire glass tray of tiramisu in your fridge.

You texted her thanks with a red heart, knowing she was the best mother you could ever wish for.

Your mom replied, ‘’good luck, she’s cute, hope it goes well’’

You didn't understand why your mother would know she was 'cute' but replied 'thanks'

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Your friend and you had gotten through all the entrances and security and were finally sitting on the seats assigned to you. You were both wearing a denim skirt and an FC Barcelona shirt.

The team was doing a warm up and there was music blasting trough the speakers ‘’damn’’ you said to your friend ‘’was it always such a spectacle, they are putting on a whole show’’

‘’I mean live in the stadium it’s a show yes, honestly I should’ve thought of this sceme wayyy earlier, what a master plan! You flirt with players, we get to go to the matches for free’’ she laughed.

‘’you can forget it bitch’’ you said pushing her side

‘’what’’ she innocently said ‘’if Bronze doesn’t work out you could try Putellas, she is fruity too, and your already wearing her name’’ she laughed at that last part.

You pushed your friend again ‘’well shut up otherwise this’ll be the first and last time , I didn’t want to wear your name, what if she thought you were my girlfriend’’ you fake gagged.

Now it was your friends turn to push you ‘there was another option you know, the training one’’.

‘’Okay maybe I want to provoke her a bit’’ you admitted.

Your friend looked at you stunned not even knowing what to say.

‘’what?’’ you shrugged ‘’it will be funny, and if not, then I know I wont have to waste time on her’’.

‘’And you wonder why you are single?’’

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Your friends hand waved before your eyes , you blinked.

‘’hellooo y/n’’ ‘’ the ball is on the other side of the field you know’’ she whispered.

FC Barcelona was 4 nil ahead and currently in ball possession, but that was indeed not what you were looking at, you were looking at nr.15 who had pulled her shirt up to wipe her sweaty face and was now running forward again.

‘’Damn, did you see her abs’’ you quietly said

‘’Bruh y/n, since when are you such a horny mf’’ she quietly replied.

‘’Its been a while okay, but also she’s very hot, it cant just be me’’

‘’No there are thousands of thirstraps made about her’’ your friend laughed.

‘the what what?’’

‘’huh’’ she now looked at you ‘’you don’t know what those are?, oh you are in for a treat!’’

She quickly showed you some things on her phone.

‘’NO’’ you held a hand before your eyes ‘’í cant be watching this, this is not okay, I am supposed to meet the woman in a few hours, sit next to her and all that, eat dinner, teaching her Spanish, damn’’

‘’sorry’’ your friend said, putting her phone away and holding her hands in the air.

‘’Wait can I see it one more time’’.

‘’Nahhhh’’ she laughed, ‘’you are right, you have to act normal later, just watch her here, look’’

And you were just in time to see her score with an header assisted with a corner shot from Guijarro.

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That evening, after you had changed at home, you rang Lucy’s doorbell with a stack of books in your hands.

‘’Hello pretty lady, come in’’ Lucy called trough the intercom.

On the table there was paella, you were sure she had ordered it, even recognizing were she had ordered it, because you loved that shop too.

‘’Sorry I didn’t have time to cook, I had this thing this afternoon’’ Lucy joked.

‘’Ah, no worries, I had a busy afternoon myself’’ you joked back.

‘’Yeah I tried to look for you but sadly didn’t see you, you did come right?’’

‘’Ofcourse, wouldn’t want to miss that header of yours, wait’’ you said as you got your phone ‘’ill show you pictures’’

You showed her the pictures of you and your friend, you paused when it was a photo with your back visible, look we had a really good view, ‘’thanks again for the tickets, my friend had the best time also’’.

‘’Nice shirt’’ lucy grinned ‘’didn’t have a better one?’’

‘’To be honest, I borrowed this shirt from my friend, I don’t own any football shirts'' you grinned ''but whats wrong with it, you don’t like your captains shirt?’’

‘’No you look good, bet you’ll look even better with Bronze on the back’’ Lucy said still grinning.

‘’Hm, I’ll think about it, maybe if she scores more beautiful goals like that, I’ll walk past the Barca store and grab one’’. You said, acting unbothered.

‘’Okay okay, challenge accepted, next goal I score, you will wear a Bronze shirt’’.

‘’Sure’’ you laughed.

////

The evening went on, the two of you ate and practiced some Spanish, the books hadn’t been opened at all, it was more like Lucy said sentences and you translated them into Spanish and she repeated them to you and then used them in context.

‘’And what is -you played well today-‘’ Lucy asked

‘’Do you just want me to say that to you?’’ you laughed

‘no no’ Lucy laughed ‘now it sounds really bad, yeah no, I want to say it to Aitana, she cant speak english at all really, now i just say bien bien bien to her every second, feeling like a fool’’..

‘’ah okay, its ‘‘jugaste bien hoy’’ you laughed.

Lucy said it a few times, you looked at her nodding because her pronunciation was perfect.

The two of you were sat at the same side of the table, turned in your seats, facing each other.

Then she said ‘’I really want to kiss you right now’’

‘’Okay, I don’t even want to know who you’ll be saying that to’’ you joked, but its "Tengo muchas ganas de besarte ahora mismo". You looked her in her eyes.

‘’si, me too’’ Lucy grinned as she leaned in.

You accepted the initiation and pressed your lips against hers. She tasted amazing and also a bit like the paella you just ate. She placed her hands on you, trying to get you closer. You obliged and scooted forward. After the gentle exploration of each others mouths you pulled away slowly ‘’hmm, that was nice’’ you said, smiling at her.

Lucy nodded and smiled back ‘’very'', ''and just for clarification, that last sentence I did just wanted you to say to me''. She said while turning her chair, so she had the back rest in her back again but was still facing you.

You leaned in again, smiling against her lips you whispered ‘’I figured’’ and you kissed her again.

//

Her hands found your hips again, trying to pull you even closer to her, which wasn’t possible because your legs where already pushed against hers. The kiss deepened and you had your hand on the back of Lucy’s head. She was still pulling you towards her, you pulled from her mouth and kissed along her jaw. ‘’Come here’’ Lucy said with a heavy voice. ‘’Are you sure?, aren’t your legs like… tired and in need for a rest?’’ you whispered in her ear and kissed it softly.

Lucy laughed and held your face in front of hers ‘’thank you for caring but I really want you to sit on my lap,’’ ‘if you want that too ofcourse’’

You got up on her lap ‘’I haven’t learned you a lot of Spanish and now I’m disturbing your recovery, I hope I don’t have a bad influence on you..’’ you said in a seducing voice pointing a finger in her chest.

‘’Well, it sounds bad when you list it like that, luckily the dinner went well, but maybe we should make an extra effort for dessert’’ she wiggled her eyebrows at you on the last part.

‘’Mierda!’’ you said as you stood up. ‘’Shit, dessert’’

‘’I’m sorry’’ she looked a bit shocked ‘’did I take it too far, too fast?’’

You took her hand and said ‘’no, no, sorry for scaring you, I just remembered when you said dessert, that I forgot the dessert, its still in my fridge at home, mom made it and wanted me to bring it’’.

‘’You talked with your mom about me?’’ she grinned as she stood up.

‘’yeah, well no, I said I was going to eat dinner somewhere else when she asked me to eat at home, and then she filled in herself that it was a date and then she dropped off a tiramisu and emphasized that I had to take it with me because she was sure my date would like it’’ you rolled your eyes at that last part ‘’but I forgot so I don’t even know why I bring it up’’.

‘’ugh, I love Elena’’ Lucy said ‘your mom is actually amazing you know’’.

‘’huhhh, how do you know my moms name???’’

Lucy chuckled ‘’the beautiful lady behind the counter in the weekends? Oh you know, we talk about our shared interests’’

‘’Like?’’ you asked, faking a stern look at Lucy.

Lucy chuckled again and closed the gap between the two of you ‘’just food, nice weather and you know.. you’’. She laughed ‘’funny story actually, this morning she asked me If I wanted to eat dinner with her and her husband, eh your dad, because I had inspired her to make tiramisu again but she had made 2 trays accidentally and now she had to much, but I said to her that I really liked the offer but that I had a dinner date tonight, but that wanted a raincheck, but that she didn’t understand,,.. speaking of that, how do I explain raincheck in Spanish’’

You laughed and gave her a quick kiss ‘’wait now her text makes sense’’.

‘’what did she say’’ Lucy asked excitedly.

‘’She’s cute, hope it goes well, . I wondered how she could ever know’’ when you saw her cocky smile you pushed her to her chest ‘’don’t let it go to your head stupid’’.

‘’Soooo, are we going to yours?’’ She asked.

‘’Well I guess if you want that dessert, then yeah’’ you said ‘’but the dessert you were talking about just now also sounds kinda good?’’  

She gasped jokingly ‘’kinda good, you mean amazing, mind blowing, indescribable?’’

You laughed ‘’woooww, cocky much?’’

‘’Well I guess we should go to yours, then have both and you can rate it yourself’’ Lucy grinned.

////

The two of you were making out in the elevator but then the ‘ding’ sounded, that indicated you had reached the top floor, the floor of your apartment.

You had an apartment in the center of Barcelona, a quaint old building with nice high ceilings.

You opened the door and dropped your keys in the bowl that stood on the cupboard in the hallway.

‘’Wow’’ Lucy chimed ‘’this is nice, your place has so much character’’.

Your place had dark oak floors, and the accents of your interior were dark green with gold and orange accessories, there were plants here and there, including in the kitchen, where there were plants with edible leaves such as basil and chives. It was pleasantly cool in the apartment, not because of air conditioning but because the walls were so thick and all the window shutters had been closed all day.

‘’yeah i love this place, bought it a year ago through an acquaintance, I was really lucky getting it’’

Lucy smiled at you ‘’show me around?’’

////

After a while of looking at your view from the roof terrace you stood back in your bedroom, the air between the two of you thick with unanswered lust, as she stretched as you closed the balcony door you saw her abs as her t- shirt lifted up a little, she was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and you saw an edge of her underwear, she was wearing boxers, - god - you thought to yourself - she's so incredibly attractive- and you couldn't help but I thought back to the thirst trap your best friend had shown you that afternoon.

You left the key in the door and walked over to her "where were we" you said softly in her ear as your hand disappeared under her shirt.

‘’hmm’’ she groaned as you placed wet kisses from her ear to her neck.

She picked you up and walked to your bed, "I believe we were kissing in the elevator, but I guess we can continue here."

Lucy sat on the edge of the bed with you on your lap, you pulled her shirt over her head, she wanted to do this to you too but you stopped her when you suddenly remembered that you hadn't put on any sexy underwear at all, you had wearing comfortable underwear that you had been wearing all day and when you changed to go to Lucy's for dinner you had only changed your clothes.

‘’Wait’’ you said ‘’i- im, I think im a bit underdressed’’ and your cheeks got red.

Lucy laughed ‘’and I thought your English was perfect, do you mean overdressed? because that's exactly what I wanted to help you with’’

You chuckled and held her shoulders, then you spoke in an uncertain voice ‘I mean my underwear, I’m wearing an ugly pair, I hadn’t really planned this far ahead’’.

Lucy brushed some hair out of your face, ''what do you want me to do, I'm sure whatever you wear you look perfect, but if you want me to do something or nothing, just say so, just talk to me pretty girl’’

You looked down and saw Lucy's beautiful body, she was wearing a black bra that fit perfectly around her breasts and below that her bulging abs were visible ‘’is it stupid if I put on lingerie now and then come back to you?’’

‘’I mean, you don’t have to do it for me, but if it gives you confidence I’m all for it’’ Lucy said as she took your hands from her shoulders ‘’or I can just undress you very quickly with my eyes closed’’ she smirked.

‘’Oh really, you don’t want to see, is that how much you care?’’ You teased pretending to be offended and crossing your arms.

She tickled you , making you squirm in her lap, you ducked to the side, onto the bed, and tried to crawl away from her.

‘’Okay okay, I surrender!!!’’ you screamed out laughing into the bed, almost running out of oxygen.

She rolled off of you and was now lying next to you on her side, you also turned to your side and you looked at each other, when your eyes met you both burst out laughing.

You stood up and she looked at you confused, ''give me one second'' you said to her, while quickly pulling a dark blue lingerie set from your closet drawer and disappearing into the bathroom.

That evening you wore tanned shorts and a matching blouse, both made of linen, with a very light green tank top underneath. You quickly took it all off and put on the blue set, then you just put your blouse over it, not caring to put on the pants and top anymore.

You opened the sliding bathroom door again and saw Lucy now lying straight on the bed, leaning on her elbows, with an expectant look in your direction. When she saw you, without pants, she sat up. You already walked over to her and climbed onto the bed until you were sitting on her lap again, for the third time this evening.

When your blouse, which you had not buttoned, fell open, her eyes took in your body.

''It's rude to stare'' you whispered as her gaze was still rested on your body.

She looked up, and you swore you recognized a twinkle in her eyes, ‘’sorry’’ Lucy said ‘’we talked about this before, pretty girls being distracting and all that’’.

You kissed her and pushed her back, forcing her to lay down again, after a hungry kiss your lips wandered to her jaw, neck, chest, then you removed her bra, she quickly cooperated.

You licked her nipples and placed some kisses along both boobs. You kissed lower and lower and landed at her stomach. You licked the lines of her toned muscles and sloppely kissed all the way to her hip bones.

She was still wearing pants, when you looked up you saw Lucy leaning on her elbows watching what you were doing, you raised your eyebrows as a form of asking for consent, she nodded eagerly, her eyes were full of lust and her pupils were dilated.

You undid the button of her pants and unzipped them, she already lifted her hips up to give you room to take off the shorts. Then you saw the black Calvin Klein boxers, with the white elastic band that you had seen a small glimpse of before, a dark spot was visible between her legs.

You placed your hands on the inside of her thighs and leaned towards her face for another kiss.

When your tongue slipped inside her mouth and your hands went a little higher up on her legs, she let out a low moan.

She tried to push the blouse you were still wearing off your shoulders, you took it off while you were still kissing and flung it somewhere next to the bed, you took of her underpants.

Lucy tried to flip the two of you ‘’nuh uh’’ you laughed after you broke the kiss and looked at her. ‘’don’t be impatient, let me make you feel good’’. You repositioned yourself so only one of your legs was in between Lucy’s and as you started kissing her neck again you pushed your knee against her core. Lucy groaned and her hips started moving, searching for some friction.

Leaving a trail of kisses along her body, you find yourself between her legs, you kissed her hips, thighs, groin, slowly working to her aching, throbbing pussy.

Lucy's hand found its place in your hair, she didn't hold it very tight but tight enough to direct your head to where she needed it most.

You decided you had teased her enough and started working with your tongue, after a few minutes she was a moaning mess, you licked her clit and also wanted to use your hand to satisfy her but you didn't know if she would like that so you looked up and asked "can I use my fingers?"

Lucy, who had laid her head down on the pillow, looked at you between her legs, your chin was glistening and there was a glint of lust in your eyes, which combined with you asking for consent could make her cum on the spot.

‘’mhmm’’ lucy moaned, her eyes rolling back ‘’please y/n, use your fingers’’.

In a few minutes you made her come, you had noticed that she wasn't really loud in the bedroom, well, of course you hadn't seen that much yet but so far it was only low groans and moans and the few words they had exchanged, you found it exciting when she had said your name and wanted to hear more.

So as you worked Lucy through her orgasm, you started to build up again, moving your fingers from circling her clit, back to inside her. Deserving a moan.

You brought your mouth back to her clit and hummed against it tasting her again. You sucked and licked, trying to discern from her reactions what made her feel best.

You took your time slowly working her up again, taking into account that she was still sensitive from the first orgasm.

When you found a good rhythm and did something that really worked for lucy, her grip on your hair tightened, "like that y/n’’ she said in a shrill voice.

Hearing your name from her mouth again was exactly what you needed and you pushed her over the edge again.

This time she came harder than the last, her legs clenched around your face, after her high, you gradually slowed your rhythm and cleaned her with your tongue.

You crawled up, because you wanted to kiss her again, and saw that she had a hand in front of her face, you pulled it aside and saw her with a completely blown out face, her cheeks were pink, her forehead was clammy and her eyes held complete bliss.

‘’Can I kiss you’’ you asked, not knowing if she would want to taste herself.

She looked at you smiling ‘’Of course you can, pretty girl’’.

..

‘’So… tiramisu?’’ Lucy asked as she pulled away from the kiss slowly regaining her consciousness.

‘’yeah’’ you said with a little disappointment in your voice, secretly hoping that she would give you something in return.

Lucy laughed, she had hoped this would be your reaction, now knowing that you wanted her as much as she wanted you, she said ''because I need some fuel for later'' and gave you one more kiss.

..

You threw a t-shirt and some briefs at her and walked to the kitchen, you were still wearing the blue underwear yourself, you put up your hair in a bun but you didn't put any clothes back on, enjoying Lucy's eyes roaming your body.

The cool air in the kitchen made your nipples hard, while you grabbed the tiramisu from the fridge and served it up, Lucy sat down at the cooking island on one of the stools.

"This feels like a dream" she said swooning, you looked up and asked "a dream?"

"Yes" she said, her eyes glued to your breasts "I'm in Barcelona with the prettiest lady I've ever seen, who just made me cum twice and now she's serving me the best tiramisu I will ever eat."

You laughed ‘’first of all, my eyes are up here’’ Lucy looked at you smugly ‘’and second of all , you haven’t even taste-

Before she could say another word Lucy had put a spoon full of the dessert into her mouth, her eyes rolled back dramatically and she moaned ‘’soooo delicious, definitelyy the best tiramisu I've eeever had’’.

You couldn't suppress your laugh, ''okay, even better, I was going to rate the two desserts, remember?’’ ‘’You don't like losing right, so you'll have to try your very best’’ you teased.

‘’i guess so’’ she smirked.

…

When you put the tray back in the refrigerator and put the plates in the dishwasher and was getting a cloth to wipe the counter, you felt Lucy coming up behind you.

She kissed your neck, while her hands held your hips, she whispered against your skin "I'm full of energy again" she kissed you just behind your ear, you shivered "how are you feeling?" Lucy asked.

‘’g- great’’ you muttered as Lucy pressed her front into your back.

‘’I forgot were your bedroom was, could you show me again’’ she whispered.

You giggled and turned around in her arms "got distracted during the tour?"

‘’Yeah like I told you before, pretty girls and all that’’ Lucy said to you and kissed you, she tasted like cacao and cream, you jumped a little when you were suddenly lifted up and grabbed onto Lucy tightly ‘’I got you’’ she said.

She walked you to the bed and carefully laid you down, you grinned at her.

‘’What?’’ Lucy asked suddenly a bit shy.

‘’You apparently knew where the bedroom was after all, I hope pretty girl wasn’t a lie..’’ you fake pouted.

‘’such a pretty girl’’ Lucy said as she sat on her knees between your legs, she looked at your breasts while her hands trailed up and down your thighs.

‘’do you like them?’’ you chuckled.

Lucy shifted her gaze to meet your eyes, she looked confused ‘’them?’’

‘’My tits’’ you said placing a hand on your chest ‘’you keep looking at them’’ you say still chuckling.

‘’hmm I don’t know, I haven’t met them properly’’ Lucy said resting her eyes back on your boobs.

 That statement turned your chuckle into a laugh, you sat up a bit more and took of your bra, you laid down again, pulling a pillow under your head.

Lucy looked eagerly and repositioned herself so she could reach your nipples with her mouth.

…

She slowly kissed her way down, you felt the air on the wet trail left behind, you thought it took way too long, Lucy took her time and seemed to kiss every inch of your body except where you wanted it most right now.

The goosebumps all over your body and the palpitations between your legs were almost too much, Lucy looked up at you, as your back arched and saw your frustrated look.

“Let's finally take this off,” she said as her fingers pulled at the sides of your thong, you lifted your ass off the bed so quickly that she laughed and she imitated what you had said to her earlier that night ‘’don’t be impatient, let me make you feel good’’.

‘’Impatient?’’ you moaned ‘’I waited all damn day’’.

‘’All evening’’, she tried to correct you.

You shook your head, ‘’no, you knew what you were doing when you lifted your shirt during warm up’’ you said pretending to be frustrated.

‘’hmmm, told you it was hotter irl’’ she laughed as she took her shirt off.

Your gaze immediately trailed to her abs.

‘’And you called me out for staring’’ she gasped ‘’don’t burn holes in them please’’ she joked as she put her hands before your eyes and kissed you.

A moan escaped your throat as the kiss became hotter and her hands were no longer in front of your eyes but everywhere else on your body.

She lowered herself to your pulsating heat, gliding two fingers between your labia she looked at you. You nodded eagerly and bit your lip.

She teased your entrance with her fingers and pushed one in slowly, your head fell back on the pillow and you closed your eyes to be able to put all your focus on the sensations that overtook your body.

As she slowly pumped in and out she kissed your inner thigh, you groaned from the extra sensation.

When Lucy felt you were ready for it she entered you with a second finger earning her another moan from you, she watched your reaction closely and had figured your body out quit quickly.

With her tongue on your clit and her fingers working magic you were almost coming undone already, she looked up at you ‘’don’t hold back y/n, come for me pretty girl’’ she cooed.

When her mouth was back on your sensitive button it didn't take long before the knot in your abdomen untied and you felt your orgasm ripple through your entire body.

She lapped up your orgasm and looked at you from in between your legs.

That image sparked a new hunger within you and you were ready to continue, you looked at her with longing in your eyes.

She came up to kiss you, but before your lips touched she asked "would you like to sit on my face now?"

You gulped and almost ran out of breath to answer ''yeah'', you answered breathing heavily from anticipation and the aftermath of the orgasm you had just had.

She kissed you and steered your body so that you were sitting on her lap again, it was so effortless, lucy was very strong, it turned you on how it felt like you weighed nothing to her.

You moaned into her mouth as you tasted yourself on her tongue.

..

You were holding the headboard as you were riding Lucy’s face, she seemed to be just as lost in the action as you were, she held you down with her hands, squeezing your ass, making you lean even deeper on her face.

You had thrown your head back and the noises you produced excited Lucy even more.

She moaned beneath you, the vibrations of that making you feel even better than you already did.

When you rutted against her face a couple more times, you came again, you rode out your high and when you felt Lucy's grip loosen you got off and laid down next to her on the bed.

Your chest rose and fell violently as you tried to catch your breath again.

Next to you, Lucy was now laying on her side, looking at you with her head resting on her hand.

You turned so that you were now lying on your side as well.

She took your hand in hers, brushing your fingers with hers ‘’was it good?’’

‘’hmm, very’’ you said closing your eyes.

She kissed your neck and your chest again ‘’ready for more’’ she asked against your skin.

You were actually quite tired already, but your hunger for more off Lucy was greater than that.

You moaned as she took a nipple into her mouth, her hand travelling further down, she entered you again, with two fingers, not just one first to let you get used to it like before.

You felt the tension in your core building up again, Lucy had an effect on you that you had never had with anyone else, just by seeing her you got impossibly turned on

She positioned herself so that she was thrusting her lower body with her hand, the fingers of which were inside you.

Now that she was sitting up straighter you had a perfect view of her abdominal muscles that flexed with every movement.

The ungodly pace she maintained, that made you feel like your body was leaving itself, floating on a cloud of pleasure, could possibly only be achieved by professional athletes, and you were amazed that she managed to do this even after 90 minutes of playing.

When she reached for your clit with her other hand and stimulated it exactly how you needed it, you came for the third time that evening.

But it was a different feeling, it overtook you, you were completely disconnected from the world and swallowed up by a sensation of pleasure that you had never felt before.

You felt so much wetness between your legs that you thought you had peed yourself, you felt it gushing out of you and when Lucy pulled out her fingers only to dip her head in, you couldn’t control they way your body reacted.

You head flung back and you arched your back, your hips jolted.

Lucy played into it and tried to push you over the edge again without overstimulating you.

It worked because you felt it happened again, this time your liquid gushed all over the lower part of Lucy's face who was still not moving away.

You were a moaning mess and you couldn't feel parts of your body, you felt too weak to push her away but you couldn't take any more.

Just as you were about to try and talk she stopped and was now placing soft kisses on you, all the way back up and she ended with a kiss on your forehead before plopping herself down next to you.

You summoned every bit of energy within yourself to turn towards her and lay down against her, half on top of her, with your head on her chest.

Her hand was on your back and every now and then she trailed a light pattern on your skin with her nails.

After a couple more minutes of blissful silence she spoke ‘’how do you feel?’’.

‘’Hmmm’’ you uttered not quite being able to speak just yet.

‘’Do you have a bathtub?’’ she asked you.

You moved your head against her chest and made a noise, you were sure she wouldn't understand but she gently got out from under you and walked to the bathroom.

…

After you heard the bath running for a while, and hearing other noises you thought were from lucy looking for some clothes and towels, you saw lucy nearing you again.

You smiled at her, having regained some of your bodily functions again.

‘’Hey pretty girl’’ she said softly ‘’ready for a bath?’’

‘’Only if you join me’’ you said cheekily, you stood up and intended to walk to your bathroom only to find yourself stumbling over your own feet.

‘’woah’’ Lucy said as she caught you ‘’wait let me help’’.

You yelped as she easily lifted you of the ground and walked you to the bath, she lowered you in carefully ‘’is the temperature good?’’ she asked.

‘’Perfect’’ you say ‘’are you coming in too?’’ looking at her expectantly.

‘’In a second pretty girl’’ she said a placed a kiss on you forehead ‘’were do you keep you bed sheets?’’

Your cheeks became redder then a tomato as you told her were she could find clean bedding.

‘Heyyy’’ Lucy said while cupping your face ‘’your not embarrassed are you?’’

You looked away ‘’yeah I am a little bit, it felt like I wedded the bed and just now tripping over my own feet, that was also kinda embarrassing’’.

‘’No, don’t be please, you just squirted and your legs will work again after the bath’’ Lucy smiled at you ‘’don’t be embarrassed pretty girl, it was very hot’’.

…

After the bath the two of you were drying off and Lucy asked, "Do you want me to go or stay?"

You looked at her in surprise ''stay of course’’ .. ‘’or did you want to leave?’’

‘’No’’ Lucy said ‘’I really like to be with you’’

‘’Is this some weird way of saying the sex was good’’ you joked

Lucy laughed ‘’no, but I’m glad you feel that way, I meant that.. I .. I if we .. would you’’.

‘’Oh spit it out’’ you laughed at Lucy getting lost for words ‘’ for a lady who just did all that, you can't be get all shy now’’ you poked her side causing her to drop her towel.

She quickly pulled it back up and around her and grinned ‘’do you want to date me?’’

You were still laughing about her nervousness but hearing the question you dropped your jaw ‘’you would want to date me?’’ you asked suspiciously.

She looked at you questioningly, and then a grin came on her face, ‘’yes I need unlimited desserts’’.

‘’’woowwww,  you could just befriend my mom you know’ .. ‘’don’t need to date me for that’’ you scoffed.

‘’Well yes, those desserts too ofcourse , but they can not teach me Spanish’’ she said, still wearing that shit eating grin.

You gasped exaggeratedly and reached for your heart ‘’is that all I am to you, a Spanish teaching dessert’’.

‘’well I mean, we said you would give ratings but if I may take the liberty to compare only the flavors, I don't know which would win, tiramisu on a close second I think’’ she winked at you.

You were too stunned to speak.

She went on ‘’but if we discuss the complete picture, the tiramisu obviously doesn't come anywhere close’’

‘’You have such a way with words’’ you say ‘’such a way with everything’’.

‘’Thanks?’’ she laughed ‘’ I hope it’s a compliment?’’

‘’Yes, it’s a compliment, it’s the reason why I say yes to your question’’.

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[adrienneleclerc]

Hello! Can you write something about Charles? I'm sorry but right now I can't stand Landon 😂

Hey! Sorry I haven’t been writing much for Charles, I have requests for Lewis Hamilton and Daniel Ricciardo that I am still working on.

2 Wins in Monza

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N is Charles’s personal chef and when he sees another driver flirting with her, he gets a little…crazy.

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors, it’ll probably be a little stupid, not gonna lie

A/N: inspired by Lola and Alexander’s relationship from Lola, Érase Una Vez, which is an amazing child’s telenovela, and a page from “A Liar’s Twisted Tongue”. In other news, CHARLES LECLERC WINS MONZA!!

Charles’s schedule has gotten busier this season and he decided to hire a personal chef during the summer break since he has been having trouble preparing meals for himself. They were currently in Monza and Y/N was preparing a quick snack for Charles after free practice when Franco Colapinto approached her.

“Hola, guapa.” Franco said and Y/N chuckled. (Hello, hottie)

“Ay niño, por favor, apenas tienes 21 años, no te pases de lanzando. Pero de verdad, como te está yendo?” Y/N asked. (Boy, please, You’re barley 21, don’t be so forward. But seriously, how’s it going?)

“Me está yendo bien por ser mi primera vez en meses en un carro de fórmula uno. Y como es Charles Leclerc como jefe?” Franco asked. (It’s going well considering it’s my first time in months in a F1 car. And how’s Charles as a boss?)

“Él está bien. Me paga bien, por qué preguntas?” Y/N asked. (He’s good. The pay is good, why are you asking)

“No, por nada, solo estoy haciendo conversación. Eras amigo del güero?” Franco asked. (No reason, just making conversation. We’re You friends with the blonde guy?)

“Logan? Solo le hablé un ratito, la verdad es que soy igual de nueva que tú. Vas a querer algo de comer? Te puedo hacer un sándwich.” Y/N said, Franco smiled. (I only talked to him for a little bit, the truth is I’m just as new as you are. Are you going to want something to eat? I Can make you a sandwich)

“Sí, me puedes hacer uno de jamón, lechuga, tomate, y cebolla?” Franco asked. (Yeah, Can you make me one with ham, lettuce, tomato, and onions?)

“Claro.” Y/N said and ruffled Franco’s hair. He fixed his hair. (Sure)

“Me ganas por un año, no te pases.” Franco said and Y/N smiled, shaking her head. (You’re only a year older than me, chill)

While most people would see this interaction as a brother/sister relationship, Charles saw this interaction as something more and approached them.

“Whats going on here?” Charles asked as Y/N was making Franco his sandwich.

“Oh I made you something to eat before your qualifying session, it’s in the microwave. Franco came over here to talk and I asked him if he wanted a sandwich.” Y/N said.

“Hey Charles.” Franco told Charles.

“Hey.” Charles said with a tight smile and looked at Y/N. “You’re staying until qualifying is done, right?” Charles asked.

“Bro, I came here with you and Carlos. I am not leaving without you and Carlos.” Y/N said, finishing the sandwich and toasting it on the panini press.

“Okay, just checking.” Charles said and he took the food Y/N made him out the microwave and grabbing a fork to eat it. He sat down a chair away from Franco.

“Hey Y/N, there’s a restaurant here I wanted to try, Can you come with me?” Franco asked. Y/N took the sándwich out of the panini press and served it on a plate to him.

“Why do you want me to come with? We barely know each other?” Y/N asked. Charles was just listening in, it’s hard not to considering this conversation was taking place right in front of him.

“You’re the closest to my age and the only other Latino here, please, I’ll pay.” Franco asked, taking a bit of his sandwich. “This is really good.”

“Yeah sure, I’ll go.” Y/N said.

“Cool, I’m gonna take this sandwich and eat it over there so I can review the car before qualifying, see you later.” Franco said, walking out, sandwich in hand.

“You’re not seriously going out with him, are you?” Charles asked.

“Dude, why do you care? It’s just dinner, he’s paying, and he’s younger than me so nothing would happen. Also, I’m not stupid enough to date a driver, even if he is in formula 2.” Y/N said, before making herself the same sandwich she made Franco but with avocado slices.

“So you wouldn’t date any driver at all?” Charles asked.

“Why are you asking? Dating one driver while working under another is unprofessional and really fucking stupid. Not to mention dating the same driver I’m working under, that’s like Winchester level stupid.” Y/N said, putting her sandwich in the panini press.

“Why would it be stupid?” Charles asked and Y/N just stared at him.

“Oh, right, you’re a man. Since I am a woman, I’ll be accused of working for you just for the off chance of possibly being your girlfriend or that I’m using you to get to other drivers, people will view me as an opportunist. Not to mention I will have to see them or you every race weekend or everyday because I really need this job.” Y/N takes her sandwich out of the panini press and looks for potato chips in the pantry.

“What if it works out?” Charles asked and Y/N paused for a second and places the chips on the counter.

“I’m not exactly as optimistic as I look, Lord Perceval.” Y/N said, eating her lunch.

“Oh ha ha, thanks for lunch.” Charles said, putting the plate in the sink and Y/N nodded. As charles was walking away, he found Pierre with Simba. “Hey mate, are you busy with Kika tonight?” Charles asked.

“No, why, did you want to do something?” Pierre asked.

“Yeah, why don’t we go out for dinner just the two of us, I’ll pay.” Charles said.

“Yeah sure, I think Kika wanted to do some shopping with Rebecca so I’m completely free.” Pierre said.

“Perfect, I’ll text you what time we’re going.” Charles said and he waves goodbye to Simba who was chewing on his shoe laces.

When Y/N left the hotel with Franco, a few minutes ago, Charles texted Pierre that they should go out now. Pierre said goodbye to Simba and left the hotel with Charles and Pierre was none the wiser to the fact that Charles was actually following Y/N. When they arrived at the restaurant, charles and Pierre were a couple people behind Y/N and Franco.

“Oh look, Y/N is here, should I ask if we could join?” Pierre asked Charles.

“No no, I wouldn’t want to bother her, let’s just wait.” Charles said and Pierre shrugged his shoulders.

Y/N and Franco got a table and Y/N looked around.

“Nunca ha estado en Italia, muchas gracias por invitarme.” Y/N told Franco (i never been to Italy, thank you for inviting me)

“Claro! Como los dos somos nuevos en Fórmula uno, por qué no juntarnos?” Franco asked rhetorically. (Of course! Since we’re both new in F1, why not hang out together?)

“Cierto. Debería hacer lo mismo com Kimi y Ollie la próxima temporada.” Y/N said, (true. I should do the same for kimi and Ollie next season)

Charles and Pierre were sat 3 tables away from Y/N and Franco and Charles was staring. Pierre followed Charles eyes and landed on Y/N, he stared at Charles.

“Okay, tell me what’s going on. Why are we here?” Pierre asked.

“Nothing is going on, can’t I have dinner with my best friend?” Charles asked.

“Of course we can have dinner together but you are clearly not here for me, you’re busy making googoo eyes at Y/N.” Pierre said.

“Am not.” Charles countered and Pierre stared at him. “I just don’t trust Franco.”

“He just got here! How could you possibly have a problem with him?” Pierre asked.

“He’s been flirting with Y/N since he’s got here and he clearly makes her feel uncomfortable.” Charles said,

“Did Y/N tell you that?” Pierre asked, clearly not believing a word Charles said.

“She doesn’t have to, I can see it in her eyes. And you know what they say, the eyes don’t lie.” Charles said.

“Yeah, sure,” Pierre said.

Y/N and Franco got their food and while they were talking, Y/N saw Charles with Pierre.

“No inventes. Oye Franco, soy yo o Charles está aquí con Pierre?” Y/N asked Franco (no way. Hey, is it me or is charles here with Pierre)

“No, yo también los veo. Llamaste a Charles o que?” Franco asked. (I see them too. You called him or what?)

“Claro que no. Termino mi pasta y voy a chequear que hace Charles aquí.” Y/N said (Of course not! I’ll finish my pasta and I’ll check what he’s doing here)

Charles and Pierre received their food and they were drinking wine when they heard footsteps,

“Possiamo prendere dell’altro parmigiano?” Charles asked, without looking. (Can we get more Parmesan cheese?)

“You know I don’t speak Italian, pendejo.” Y/N said and Charles looked at her with shock.

“Oh hey, what are you doing here?” Charles asked and Y/N looked at Pierre.

“Is he serious?” Y/N asked Pierre, pointing to Charles.

“Apparently. I’m gonna take my plate and sit with Franco, you two have a lot to talk about, he’s lonely, and I’m hungry.” Pierre said, taking his plate to Franco’s table and Y/N sat down in Pierre’s spot.

“So you followed me from the hotel to here? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were obsessed with me, Leclerc.” Y/N said, jokingly but to Charles, it wasn’t a joke.

“I don’t think you should speak to your boss in that way. Perhaps titles are in order?” Charles said seriously and Y/N changed her tone.

“Which one should I use? Lord Perceval or pathetic?” Y/N asked, leaning closer to him.

“You could have called me yours.” Charles said and Y/N backed away a little.

“Don’t joke with shit like that, Charles.” Y/N said.

“I’m not joking. Why do you think I was asking you these questions after the free practice?” Charles asked,

“So you like me? Hold up, is that why you hired me as your chef?” Y/N asked.

“Of course not! Who do you think I am?” Charles asked.

“I Don’t know you well, that’s why I’m asking.” Y/N said.

“So…do you think dating me will be Winchester level stupid?” Charles asked.

“Well i won’t know until we actually start dating.” Y/N said.

“How about I take you out next weekend.” Charles said.

“Sounds great.” Y/N said.

Y/N was watching the race from the hospitality, eating the guacamole she made with chips, when she saw Charles was leading the race in lap 42.

“Let’s go, Charles.” Y/N muttered and continued snacking. As the race was coming to the last lap, Charles was still in the lead so Y/N put the guacamole in the fridge, closed the bag of chips, and ran out with the Ferrari staff to celebrate Charles Monza win. When Charles’s car came to the P1 stop, he got out of the car and hugged everyone. When he got to Y/N, the hug lasted longer.

“I can’t believe you’re here to celebrate my win.” Charles said.

“I can’t believe I got to witness your win in person.” Y/N said.

“How about we go out tonight to celebrate my win.” Charles said

“That would be wonderful. We can go out with Carlos and Rebecca so we could celebrate Carlos’s birthday.” Y/N said.

“Okay, I’ll text Carlos.” Charles said

“Perfect.” Y/N said.

The End

Hope y’all liked it!

[olee]

Boludo | Enzo Vogrincic

Para mis hispanas/hispanos: en español completito.

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Mientras caminas por las calles de Tlaquepaque en Guadalajara, decides acudir a una pizzería llamada La Valentina. Es de noche y llevas puesto un vestido negro hecho a mano, te sientes supercómoda y segura de ti misma. El mesero te pregunta si quieres ir a una mesa o al bar, y le dices que prefieres el bar. Al llegar, te sientas y le pides al bartender un Moscow Mule. Lo tomas tranquila y feliz, entablas una conversación con él, y le cuentas que eres de (tu país) con una gran sonrisa.

A medida que pasa el tiempo, te das cuenta de que el bartender está muy ocupado. Miras a tu alrededor y ves a tres chicos guapos, pero hay uno en particular que llama más tu atención. Te das cuenta de que no son mexicanos; tienen un acento argentino. Sin embargo, el chico que estás mirando tiene un acento muy peculiar.

Sigues disfrutando de tu trago, y el chico se acerca a ti, diciendo: "Disculpa, eh... es que mis amigos me retaron a que te hablara, porque te ves hermosa y, en realidad, no sé cómo hablarte. Ah... ¿te apetece un trago en la terraza y una pizza? Veo que no has ingerido ningún alimento", dice con timidez.

Sonríes y le respondes, repitiendo sus palabras: " 'No has ingerido ningún alimento', suena muy formal, ¿no? Es que cuando estás tomando un trago, la comida va al final, like the end," dices, terminando en inglés.

"Bueno... arrancamos con un traguito, supongo que eso es un Moscow Mule, y al final nos mandamos una pizza," dice con un toque coqueto.

"¡Vale! Nos vamos pa' la terraza y charlamos," le dices, esbozando una sonrisa pícara.

Cuando suben las escaleras hacia la terraza de La Valentina, te quedas asombrada al contemplar el paisaje nocturno, con una iglesia colonial antigua como telón de fondo y las coloridas calles de Tlaquepaque. Las luces de la terraza crean un ambiente relajante y romántico, y a tu lado está el chico, y comienzas a admirarlo. Sus ojos tienen un toque de caramelo, pero debido a la oscuridad de la noche, se ven intensamente cafés puya. Su nariz es prominente, al estilo de Adam Driver, y su piel tiene un tono moreno, como café con un toque de leche. Alto y hermoso. Era simplemente perfecto.

Entonces, él te mira y se presenta diciendo: "Che, creo que debería presentarme. Soy Enzo, de Montevideo. Resulta que acabo de laburar en una película, o mejor dicho, soy actor, y..."

Sin embargo, lo interrumpes diciendo sorprendentemente: "¡Oh! Con razón ese acento. Me preguntaba de dónde eras. Anyway, me llamo (tu nombre) y soy de (tu país), pero llevo casi toda una vida viviendo en los Estados Unidos".

"Y... ¿por qué estás aquí?" él dice intrigado.

"Amo viajar, y la verdad es que no soy tan amante de Estados Unidos, así que decidí recorrer América Latina. Pronto me iré a España, ya que tengo amistades en Madrid. Quizás me quede allí y trabaje como maestra de inglés," respondes.

Enzo te mira con interés y te dice: "Me encanta que hagas eso— viajar y conocer el mundo. De verdad que sos muy afortunada. Ojalá te vea en Madrid, ya que laburo bastante por allá."

"Gracias, y tú, eres muy afortunado. Yo pienso que la actuación es un trabajo de talento y valentía," le decís orgullosamente, dejando un toque de coqueteo en tus palabras.

Mientras Enzo y tú están inmersos en una conversación sobre logros y conociéndose, entran los amigos de Enzo, visiblemente tomados. Un chico guapo y argentino le dice a Enzo: "Che, yo pensé que te habías desaparecido con la boluda," mientras otro chico le pregunta a Enzo: "Pero, ¿quién es esta chica, Enzo? Preséntela." Tú te ríes ante sus comentarios disparatados.

Enzo te mira medio avergonzado y suelta: "(Tu nombre), estos son mis amigos del alma y compatriotas, Matías, Agustín y Simón. Son más locos que una cabra en patines, pero los banco a muerte".

"Un placer," decís tímidamente, mientras Matías suelta con su típico humor: "Che, vos sos muy guapa, Enzo, me la cogiste, pero como amigo te la doy." Agustín te dice: "(Tu nombre), te dejamos a vos y a Enzo tranquilo, nosotros nos vamos para una discoteca. Enzo, me mandás un mensaje para saber que vos estás vivo. Y sí, vente chico’, que nos vamos, ciao." Todos se despiden de manera cómica y se encaminan hacia la discoteca.

Tú miras a Enzo riéndote, y él, medio avergonzado, te dice: "Los quiero, pero a veces se pasan." Tú te ríes aún más y le dices que no te preocupes. Después, Enzo te dice: "Vos tenés una sonrisa hermosa," y luego, como disculpándose, agrega: "Es que es verdad."

Después de la risueña conversación, Enzo te mira y sugiere: "¿Qué te parece si caminamos un poco por la calle? Seguro encontramos algo interesante." Asientes con entusiasmo, y juntos se aventuran por las coloridas calles de Tlaquepaque.

Enzo y tú se encuentran con unos mariachis que entonan “Y…” de Javier Solís. Sin dudarlo, Enzo te toma de la mano y te invita a bailar cómicamente en plena calle, siguiendo el ritmo apasionado de la música mexicana. Ríen y se divierten, creando un momento inolvidable mientras los mariachis continúan su serenata. La noche se llena de risas, música y la magia de ese encuentro espontáneo en las coloridas calles de Tlaquepaque.

Mientras caminan, se cruzan con una parada animada de tacos. Enzo sonríe y te propone: "(Tu nombre), ¿qué te parece si paramos acá y nos mandamos unos tacos? Y, obvio, los acompañamos con una Coronita." La idea te parece re buena, y los dos se acomodan en la parada, compartiendo risas y sabores locales.

Son las dos de la mañana y de repente llegan los tres amigos de Enzo, caminando en zigzag debido a la borrachera, y le gritan a los dos: "¡Enzoooo, boludo! ¿Nos vamos?" Enzo te mira y tú le dices: "No te preocupes, ya tienes mi número." Él te dice: "Me escribís cuando llegues a casa, y nos vemos mañana por un café, ¿vale?" Tú le respondes: "Claro, ¿cómo no?" y le das un beso, a lo cual Enzo responde profundamente. Mientras tanto, los chicos están gritando: "¡Enzoooo, ya cásate, cabrón!" La noche termina con risas, besos y la promesa de un encuentro al día siguiente.

[i-am-not-a-super-hero]

My Candy Love New Gen is finally out!!!!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳 So I went ahead and played the first chapter a bunch of times, here are the answers I chose in case they can be useful to someone else :3 (spanish only since that's my main server)

/neutral +positive -negative

Zahra: Bueno, ¿quieres beber algo, Ysaline?

Un zumo de naranja está bien. /

Como tú, un café será perfecto. /

Sí, me apetece un té, si hay. /

Zahra: …

¡Y también pienso disfrutar de ella! No creo que mi próxima casa tenga piscina… /

¡Y cuando vuelvas ya me habré ido! /

Y me salvas la vida, de verdad. No me quedaré mucho tiempo… /

Zahra: Por cierto, Ysaline, ¿qué esperas de este nuevo comienzo?

(REBELDE) Quiero tomarme la revancha. /

(DULCE) Pues la verdad es que espero que vaya mejor que en EPMC… -Tasha

(ENÉRGICA) ¡Quiero arrasar en mi nuevo trabajo! +Tasha

Zahra: ¡Qué experiencia más terrible! ¡Podría haber hecho que Ysaline se desencantara del amor para siempre!

(REBELDE) Ignoraré los consejos de una adolescente de dieciséis años. -Tasha

(DULCE) No te preocupes por eso, mamá. /

(ENÉRGICA) Lo que tengo muy claro es que el siguiente que intente jugar conmigo va a pasar un mal rato. +Tasha

CONJUNTO: 40 PAS

Archibald: Pero lo que no sabía es que tú también habías decidido venir aquí…

De momento, estoy en casa de mamá. REGALO TAKI

Llevo muy poco tiempo, acabo de llegar… /

Para ser sincera, lo cierto es que no he tenido elección. /

Roy: Y no entiendo cómo es posible que no me haya fijado en ti…

(REBELDE) ¿En serio ese es tu mejor piropo?

(DULCE) No pasa nada, a veces pasa… /

(ENÉRGICA) No te preocupes, a mí también me pasa cuando corro. +

Thomas: …

(REBELDE) ¿Y por eso llegas tarde? /

(ENÉRGICA) Creo que la primera hora ya ha pasado, no deberíamos demorarnos más. -

(DULCE) ¿No te gusta madrugar? A mí, tampoco… +

Thomas: …

(DULCE) Siento que tengas que encargarte de esto… -

(REBELDE) Estoy de acuerdo contigo: el papeleo es un rollo. +

(ENÉRGICA) Es increíble. ¡Me atrevería a decir que no te gusta el papeleo! /

Thomas: Es de buena calidad y estás de frente.

(REBELDE) Vale… Pero es mejor poner en el pase la foto que he traído. -

(ENÉRGICA) En realidad, tiene bastante gracia… ¡Creo que me acostumbraré! +

(DULCE) Bueno… Tal vez podrías haberme preguntado mi opinión antes… /

Thomas: Es una foto tuya, se te reconoce, y estás guapa… ¿no?

En este caso concreto, no, la verdad es que no. /

¿Intentas arreglarlo con un cumplido? /

De verdad, ¿tú crees? /

Thomas: …

Mi madre es rica, pero yo no. /

Así es, mi madre es arquitecta, y es bastante conocida en el sector… /

Preferiría que guardaras tus comentarios para ti… /

Thomas: …

(REBELDE) Déjalo. ¿Puedo dar una vuelta, para conocer la oficina? IMAGEN

(ENÉRGICA) ¡Esperaba que al menos me presentaras a todo el mundo!

(DULCE) Quizá podrías enseñarme un poco la oficina… /

Thomas: ¿Qué te apetece?

Nada, estoy bien, gracias…

¿Qué te apetece a ti? /

Déjame mirar a ver qué hay… IMAGEN

Thomas: …

Un zumo de tomate. Es estimulante… /

Un chocolate caliente, si está bueno. /

Un café está bien. /

Amanda: Tú debes de ser la nueva. Soy Amanda de Lavienne.

(DULCE) (Le estrecho la mano sonriendo) +

(REBELDE) Deduzco que tú debes de ser la veterana. Soy Ysaline. /

(ENÉRGICA) ¡Sí! Me llamo Ysaline. ¿¡Me das dos besos!?

Roy: …

¿Qué te parece esta, en forma de dinosaurio? ¿¡No es muy bonita!? / ESCRITORIO PREHISTÓRICO

Mira, una verdadera silla de oficina: móvil, con buen apoyo lumbar, sobria… / ESCRITORIO ERGONÓMICO

La silla redonda es bonita, ¿no? Me gusta, y parece cómoda… / ESCRITORIO AGRADABLE

Brune: ¿Qué te hagamos un montón de preguntas?

(REBELDE) De momento solo van tres. Creo que podré soportarlo. +Elenda

(DULCE) Toda va bien, gracias. Y sí, ya he encontrado mi mesa. /

(ENÉRGICA) Lo ideal sería tenerlas todas por escrito, para poder responder a mi ritmo. +Brune

Brune: Yo creo que al final, estamos mucho mejor aquí.

La empresa en sí misma estaba bien… pero la gente que trabajaba allí… +Brune

Digamos que ha sido… instructivo. Pero quería cambiar a otra cosa. /

Yo también lo creo. Allí, el ambiente era insoportable. +Elenda

COMEDOR – ROY

Roy: …

¡Perdona, es que es muy raro!

Aquí todo el mundo sabe que haces… ¿qué exactamente? IMAGEN

Voy a dejarte entonces, antes de no poder parar de mirar esos abdominales…

Roy: Dos series de cincuenta. Tampoco quiero quedar molido…

(REBELDE) ¡Ah, claro! Después de hacer jogging, cien flexiones… ¡Qué menos!

(ENÉRGICA) ¿En dos series? ¡Eso es para principiantes! IMAGEN

(DULCE) Vale, no quería molestarte… Te dejo. /

SALA DE REUNIONES – AMANDA

Amanda: ¿Puedo hacer algo por ti?

Quizá… Aún me estoy adaptando… /

Pues… No. Pensaba que la sala estaba vacía… Perdona.

Amanda: Vengo de una familia privilegiada. No voy a renegar de ella por eso.

(REBELDE) No hay por qué avergonzarse, pero no me gustan demasiado los interrogatorios. /

(ENÉRGICA) Tienes razón. No me avergüenzo de ello, es más, todo lo contrario. -

(DULCE) No, por supuesto. Es solo que no me gusta alardear de ello. +

Amanda: …

(No me muevo. Mala suerte para la abeja reina.)

(Me precipito a ayudarla a recogerlo todo.) IMAGEN

(Por curiosidad, aprovecho para intentar leer los papeles…)

DESPACHO DE DEVON – DEVON

Devon: Ven, Ysaline, puedes entrar.

(Entro en el despacho y me indica que me siente) +

No, eres muy amable, pero no quiero molestar…

Devon: ¿Quieres que firmemos tu contrato, quizá? Lo tengo aquí…

¡Encantada! ¡Es increíble lo rápido que va todo esto! /

¡Estupendo! Casi me esperaba pasar una entrevista de trabajo.

Devon: No aceptaba un no por respuesta.

(DULCE) Estupendo… Una vez más, mi madre es quien lo ha hecho todo. +

(REBELDE) Ya te digo. Habría podido comprar toda la empresa.

(ENÉRGICA) ¿¡En serio!? ¡Si es así, prefiero ir a buscar a otro sitio!

Devon: Y cuando lo hayas leído, podrás firmarlo…

(ENÉRGICA) (Me tomo un minuto para leer rápidamente las páginas.) IMAGEN

(DULCE) Vale, bien. Confío en ti.

(REBELDE) ¿Te importa si me lo llevo a casa para leerlo más tranquilamente?

[chiquititamia]

HOLIIIIII Me da tremenda vergüenza pedir esto, so, momento anónimo (—🌻) Podría pedir algo que sea sobre juani? Estoy urgente de oneshots o cosas parecidas con él y no encuentro casi nada help En el que contenga un poco de angustia, ya que cuando juani muestra a su pareja en un stream hay una pequeña cantidad de gente que termina acosando a la lectora solo por andar con juani Espero que no sea una molestia, ¡y suerte con tus exámenes! —🌻

-¡Y bueno chicos, eso es todo! Un beso, chaaooo – Juani le tiró besos al móvil que le enfocaba desde el pequeño trípode de mesa. Después de eso dijo adiós con la mano y cortó la emisión de twitch.

Tú estabas tirada en el sofá intentando leer un libro, pero francamente no te concentrabas y tenías que pasar por el mismo párrafo varias veces para conseguir enterarte de algo.

Juani entró en la habitación frotándose los ojos, tanto rato delante de la pantalla y del foco de luz que usaba para iluminarse le terminaba cansando la vista.

-¿qué fue, neni, qué hacés? – se tumbó a tu lado acurrucándose y acariciándote el vientre por encima de la ropa.

-Nada, aquí esperando a que terminases…

Juani te mira con sus grandes ojos azules apoyando su cabeza llena de rizos en tu pecho.

-¿Me estabas esperando?

-Y sí, Juani, quería decirte hace un buen rato si querías que pidiésemos delivery porque tenemos la heladera vacía, pero se nos pasó ya la hora y todos los restaurantes están cerrados – habías intentado sonar menos enfadada de lo que realmente estabas, pero el hambre que sentías no hacía si no agriarte más el carácter. En realidad, no le estabas culpando por hacer el stream, ni por demorarse; en el fondo estabas molesta por algo que no querías decirle, pero que ya llevabas demasiado tiempo guardándote para ti misma.

-Él frunció el ceño con preocupación más que con enfado.

-¿Y no podías haberme preguntado antes de que eso pasase?

-¡Estabas en tu stream! - contestaste molesta olvidando que Juani no podía leerte la mente y no sabía por qué tus pensamientos estaban escalando hacia un lugar de enfado que no estaba siendo del todo racional.

-No sería la primera vez que apareces en un stream mío – se incorporó apoyándose en sus brazos para mirarte mejor a la cara – ¿se puede saber porqué estás tan enfadada, amor? Si el hambre es el problema estoy seguro de que te puedo preparar al menos un buen bowl de cereales o una tortilla…

La forma en la que Juani estaba intentando resolver la situación y pensando en soluciones te ablandó el corazón, era una de las cosas por las que te habías enamorado de él. Ahora te sentías culpable por haber saltado así y sobre todo por no haber sido sincera con él desde que te comenzaste a sentir mal.

-No es eso… - bajaste la mirada avergonzada.

-Pues decime que es, por que no quiero que estés mal, gorda… - al ver que estabas bajando el tono y te estabas relajando tomó tu mano entre las suyas y la besó.

-Es que la última vez que aparecí por tu stream no sabes la de gente que me escribió diciéndome de todo por Instagram…hasta encontraron mi Facebook, y eso que no está ni mi nombre real… y, no quiero que además te molesten conmigo, dicen que no soy tan guapa como para estar contigo y…

-¿Que qué? – en la mirada de Juani había fuego – no me puedo creer que te hayan dicho semejante pelotudez, ¿¡pero quién se creen que son?!

-Dale, Juani, pero es lo normal cuando alguien es público y yo se que no debería tomármelo así – antes de que pudieras continuar hablando tu novio te interrumpió.

-¡Que no, nena, que no! Vos sos lo más importante para mí, y si me quieren a mí te tienen que querer a ti – nunca habías visto a Juani tan furioso. Tenía que reconocer que ese impulso protector te estaba derritiendo por dentro – La próxima vez que haga stream vos te vas a sentar en mis piernas si te da la real gana, ¿ta?  Además, me jode que te lo hayas callado para no hacerme sentir mal, que te conozco… - se lamentó.

Tú le acariciaste la cara y le volviste a recostar sobre tu pecho para que ahora fuera él el que se tranquilizase. Pasando los dedos por sus rizos suaves no pudiste reprimir una sonrisa. La validación que no sabías que necesitabas te había quitado un peso de los hombros y ahora te sentías aliviada.

-Además, vos sos lo más bonito del mundo, ¿de qué están hablando? – murmuró aún contrariado.

-Está bien, amor…- seguiste dándole caricias.

Él sonrió y te dio un beso breve antes de levantarse de un salto.

-¿Querés también una fruta con tus cereales?

Bueno anon, espero que te haya gustado aunque sea un poquito solo, no estoy acostumbrada a escribir nada que no acabe en smut 🤣🤣. Y siento haber tardado tantísimo en responder, pero quería hacerlo cuando terminase los exámenes. Un abrazo!

[llevo-un-secreto-conmigo-tambien]

Maldita zorra: Elvira Sastre

Estaba loca:

su tristeza no era de este mundo,

a veces estallaba a reír cuando me lloraba sus penas

y solía enredarse el pelo cuando le iba bien.

Se pintaba los labios antes de dormir:

«quiero estar guapa para mis sueños», me decía.

Luego se levantaba con el rímel corriéndose en sus ojeras,

como en mis mejores fantasías,

y me preguntaba la diferencia entre una nube y una ola.

Yo la observaba en silencio

—un silencio consciente,

pues ella era una de esas mujeres

que te hacen saberte derrotado antes de intentarlo—,

como si tratara de vencerla sin palabras,

como si esa fuera la única forma.

Ilusa.

En ocasiones

todo lo que hay más allá de alguien es superfluo

y todo lo que hay dentro de uno es redundante.

No lo sé,

le hubiera repetido un millón de veces por segundo

que era más guapa que un pájaro sobrevolando el mar

y que sabía más dulce que la caricia de un padre,

pero ella estaba loca,

loca como un silencio en medio de una escala,

y solo me besaba cuando me callaba.

Maldita zorra.

Solía decir que los peces eran gaviotas sin alas

y era imposible tocarla sin que gritara.

Yo lo disfrutaba: era un instrumento delicioso.

Cuando le decía que amaba su libertad

se desnudaba y subía las escaleras del portal sin ropa

mientras me decía que echaba de menos a su madre.

Cuando tenía miedo

se ponía el abrigo y se miraba al espejo,

entonces se reía de mí y se le pasaba.

Cuando tenía hambre

me acariciaba el pelo y me leía un libro

hasta que me quedaba dormida.

No sé qué hacía ella después,

pero cuando me levantaba ella seguía ahí

y mi pelo estaba lleno de flores.

Un día se fue diciendo algo que no entendí,

supongo que por eso empecé a escribir.

Me dijo: no me estoy yendo,

solo soy un fantasma de todo lo que nunca tendrás.

Maldita zorra. Maldita zorra loca.

Estaba loca, joder,  estaba loca.

Tenía en su cabeza una locura preciosa.

¿Cómo no iba a perder la puta razón por ella?

[theaftermath-rpg]

CONOCE AL PERSONAJE: 07.

Isabella Blackwood | Búsqueda de tramas 01.

1. Frase que te defina.

«Si no creen que soy capaz de lograr algo, están equivocados».

2. 5 cosas sin las que no podrías vivir.

1. Mi familia 2. Mis amigos 3. Mi trabajo 4. Chocolates 5. Libros/novelas/mangas/cómics.

3. La canción de la que nunca te cansas.

Story of my life - Bon Jovi

4. ¿Qué haces cuando estás ansioso para calmarte?

Como helado o salgo a pasear con mi perro.

5. ¿Cuál es la lección más valiosa que has aprendido este último año de tu vida?

A veces puedes pensar en hacer algo racionalmente, pero es importante hacerlo de corazón.

6. Dale un consejo a tu yo de 18 años.

Si sales con un chico malo y sexy, te va a romper el corazón.

7. Si pudieras extinguir una quimera para siempre, ¿cuál sería? ¿Y por qué el Blop?

Le tengo asco a las arañas y detesto a las quimeras, así que imagínense como me pongo con las Aracnidae, ishhh...

8. Si se te presentara el genio de la lámpara, ¿qué tres deseos le pedirías?

1. Que mi papá nunca hubiera muerto 2. Que las quimeras no fueran letales 3. Que mis seres queridos estén a salvo y sean felices.

9. ¿Hay alguien a quien admires profundamente? De ser así, ¿quién es y por qué?

Tengo a dos personas en mente. Por un lado esta papá Julian, sé que para gran parte de quienes lo conocen es alguien gruñón y muchas veces no es agradable. Para mí ha sido un gran apoyo desde que murió mi papá ha sido un gran apoyo. Es alguien realmente inteligente y en el fondo tiene un gran corazón.

Y Camelia. Es guapa, sexy y letal. Es genial y me gustaría ser como ella.

10. Dinos una cosa sobre ti que la gente asume erróneamente que te define o que tienes.

Creo que es el hecho de que por ser optimista pareciera que creen que no me enojo. Lo hago y soy una testaruda tremenda al discutir.

[inspiredwriter]

Stefany 2018 :*se lava el cabello espuma* Oh cielos que frescura de agua 😊😁🚿*frota agua en los onbros* tengo que limpiarme bien para que llegue mi tortuguita de goma 🥰😄🧼✨💗💞❣️💘

Leo 2018 :*entra el apartamento por la ventana* hola mi gatita de azúcar he regresado de la mision para pasar tiempo contigo 😏😁💕💖💗❣️

Stefany 2018 :*grita del baño* ¡me alegra que vinieras amor!😄🥰💖💞💝* se hecha agua en la cabeza*pero por qué no te sientas a esperar un poco ya casi termino de ducharme😊😉🚿🧼💕💗✨ tengo una sorpresa especial para ti ☺️😘💝💘❣️💞

Leo 2018 : Oh como quieras pero no tardes nena 😈🥰💖💘💕💝*se desnuda y se acuesta en la cama*(pensamientos💭) Yo también tengo un regalo muy especial para esta noche 😈😏🌌💞💗❣️💓

Stefany 2018 :*sale de la ducha y agarra la poción*(pensamientos💭) gracias a Donnie por darme la poción mutante y el antídoto para esta noche 😊😁🧪*bebe la poción y se transforma en una gatita mutante* Si, funcionó soy gata mutante de nuevo😃☺️🐈✨*se pone la tualla*León Se volverá loco de la emoción para la noche romántica de pasión😈😏💞💝❣️💘

Leo 2018 :*se acaricia su pierna* Oh Stefany te estoy esperando para darte abrazos y muchos besos 😁😘💝❣️💗💖💕

Stefany 2018 :*sale del baño* aquí estoy mi guapa tortuguita 🥰😉💞💘❣️*mueve sus orejas y cola*Lee,¿extrañaste tu gatita mutante? 😏😘🐈💝💓❣️💖¡Grrr~😽☺️💕💝❣️ Miau! ~😸🥰💘💞💗

@inspiredwriter

Leo 2018: *Blushes* Oh god, my little beloved kitty has returned to me!😃😍🐈💗💘💖💕 Well, then come here quickly and let this turtle unwrap the packaging of your candy wrapper, my strawberry sweetie~😏😈🍬💝❣️💓💞

Stefany 2018: Haha, okay, as you say, my azure leader🤭🥰💗💓💝💕 *Walks up to Leo and lies down next to the him on the bed*

Leo 2018: *Takes off the towel from Stefany* Oh yeah, I can finally kiss this fluffy belly and adorable breast🤤😍💖🩷💝💞 *Kisses Stefany on the breast, neck and tummy* Mmmua~😚💓💗💖💞 mua~🩷💕 mmmua~💝💘💗 mmua~💗💘🩷💖 muah~💝❣️💞 Achoo!🤧 mmmmua~😚💗💘💕 muah~💗💖💓💞

Stefany 2018: Hahaha, Leo, I'm ticklish😍😄💓💝💗💕 You are the most adorable turtle in the world🤗🥰💖💘💓💞 *Kisses Leo on the lips* Mmmmua~😚💋💗❣️💖💕 By the way, Donnie has improved his potion, so now my hair falls out less often and Master Splinter won’t sneeze😅

Leo 2018: *Caresses Stefany's booty and tail* I'm extremely happy to know this🥰💝💗💘💞 *Takes a condom out from under the shell* But now I want to completely immerse myself in your warm world of furry bliss😍😈💓❣️💗

@swagtreecrown

[analisword]

high infidelity (Enzo Vogrincic x fem reader)

Capítulo 24.

Alana había pasado por momentos bastante vergonzosos a lo largo de su vida, como cuando se graduó de primaria y su pareja de baile de graduación la dejó plantada, por lo que tuvo que bailar sola la coreografía que la generación entera había ensayado durante meses, o aquella vez en la que su blusa tenía una gigantesca mancha de mostaza mientras firmaba su contrato con la editorial y claro, cuando salieron las imágenes de ella apretando el trasero de Enzo mientras daban un paseo en el parque, pero nada, absolutamente nada, se comparaba con lo que acababa de sucederle. 

—Amor, no es para tanto—dijo Enzo a sus espaldas mientras ella buscaba ropa limpia en su maleta. 

—¿No es para tanto?—gritó—. ¡Es la primera vez que las conozco y me vieron prácticamente desnuda!

—No estás desnuda—replicó—. Bueno, ahora sí—dijo él con tono burlón mientras ella se quitaba la toalla para ponerse ropa interior.

—Qué horror, ¿qué van a pensar de mí?—gritó con tono de mortificación. 

—Que sos una chica muy guapa y limpia… y con un cuerpo de infarto—dijo él riendo. 

—¿Cómo puedes estar tan tranquilo?—gritó lanzándole la toalla, él soltó una carcajada mientras la atrapaba. 

—Es mi familia, me han visto en peores condiciones que esta—dijo él abriendo el closet y sacando ropa limpia.

—De seguro tu madre ahora me odia—dijo Alana con tono horrorizado, siempre le había importado dar una buena primera impresión—. ¿No pudiste avisarme al menos que vendrían?

—¡No tenía idea!—dijo él pasándose la camisa por encima de su cuerpo. 

—¿Por qué no te creo nada?—dijo ella cruzando los brazos sobre su pecho.

—Bueno, quizá mi madre sí mencionó algo sobre venir a visitarnos—admitió—. Pero en mi defensa, no creí que fuera precisamente hoy. 

—Esto es un desastre. 

—Ya, no es para tanto, anda, vení a saludar, se mueren de ganas por conocerte. 

Enzo prácticamente tuvo que llevarla a rastras de vuelta a la sola, ambas mujeres se encontraban bastante cómodas, pues su madre se encontraba peleándose con el control remoto de la televisión y la hermana menor de Enzo se encontraba bastante divertida jugando con Zola. 

—¡Al fin regresaron!—exclamó la madre de Enzo—. Por un momento creí que continuarían haciendo lo que interrumpimos, si saben a lo que me refiero—exclamó guiñandole un ojo Alana, ella respondió apretando los labios, sintiéndose bastante apenada. 

—¡Mamá!—exclamaron Martina, la hermana de Enzo y él en unisio. 

—No estábamos haciendo nada de eso—dijo Alana nerviosamente—. Sólo…estábamos…limpiándonos—apenas salieron esas palabras de su boca, se arrepintió al instante, Martina ahogó una risa mientras que Enzo negó con la cabeza. 

—No nací ayer, no tiene nada de malo, sólo espero que se estén cuidando, soy demasiado joven para ser abuela. 

—¡Mamá!—gritó Enzo. 

—Deja de gritarle a tu madre, que llevo meses sin verte frente a frente—lo regañó—. Mejor decíme quién es esta chica tan linda. 

—Actúas como si no supieras—dijo entredientes—. Alana, esta es mi madre, Bianca, mamá, esta es mi novia, Alana. 

—Hola, mucho gusto—dijo Alana nerviosamente. 

—Ay, no actúes tan nerviosa, prácticamente te vi todo, vení a darme otro abrazo—Bianca abrió los brazos ampliamente, los pies de Alana actuaron por instinto propio y se acercaron a abrazarla, sintió como la mortificación y el nerviosismo pasaban a segundo plano. 

—Y bueno, ella es mi hermana menor, Martina—la adolescente se limitó a saludar con un asentimiento de cabeza. Alana prefirió no invadir su espacio personal y se limitó a saludarla con la mano. 

—¿Gustan algo de tomar?—carraspeó.

—¿Tenés cerveza?—preguntó Martina. 

—Eh…—dijo Alana buscando ayuda con la mirada, sí que tenían cerveza, pero no estaba segura en dársela a una menor de edad.

—¡Martina!—gritó su madre. 

—Sólo está jugando con vos—dijo Enzo rodando los ojos. 

—Estamos bien, linda, gracias—dijo Bianca, Alana asintió con una leve sonrisa. 

—No tenía idea de que vendrían tan pronto—dijo Enzo sentándose en el sillón, Alana corrió a sentarse a su lado y sintió como él apoyó una de sus manos en su espalda baja, transmitiendo seguridad. 

—¿Querés que nos vayamos?

—¡Por supuesto que no!—exclamó Alana—. Son más que bienvenidas aquí.

—Me agrada, no como vos—le dijo Bianca a su hijo. 

—Vale, gracias—respondió él sarcásticamente. 

—Mamá insistió en venir ahora que Enzo terminó las grabaciones—informó Martina. 

—Desde que comenzó a grabar películas apenas puedo verlo—añadió la mujer—. La vida era mejor cuando hacía sus pequeñas obras de teatro.

—No seas exagerada, mamá. 

—En fin, deberíamos hacer algo para celebrar—sugirió la mujer. 

—No es necesario—dijo modestamente. 

—Pues yo creo que es una gran idea—agregó Alana—. No cualquier día se termina una filmación, además está tu familia aquí, deberíamos hacer algo para festejarte—dijo emocionada.

—Podemos ir a cenar y ya—dijo él. 

—No, deberíamos hacer algo más grande—dijo Martina bastante entusiasmada. 

—¿Por qué no hacemos una pequeña reunión aquí? Invitamos a algunas personas del staff y amigos, preparamos la cena, abrimos una botella de vino. 

—Yo estoy dentro—dijo Martina rápidamente. 

—Nada de vino para ti, señorita—replicó Bianca—. Pero creo que es una idea genial. 

—Anda, di que sí—dijo Alana empujando a Enzo del hombro, al igual que ella, el chico podía llegar a ser algo antipático, pero su madre tenía razón, no todos los días se terminaba un proyecto tan importante como ese. 

—Bueno, ya que insisten tanto. 

Las tres mujeres gritaron y aplaudieron emocionadas, Enzo quiso disimular, pero Alana notó como sus labios se curvaban en una ligera sonrisa. 

El resto del día se encargaron de limpiar el departamento por completo, entre sacudir, ordenar y preparar la comida, Alana se olvidó por completo del incidente de la mañana, ella, Enzo y Martina se la pasaron al menos dos horas en el supermercado escogiendo un montón de ingredientes para la cena, así como las botellas de vino que aunque Martina no iba a poder beber, tuvo la dicha de escogerlas. 

Durante la tarde todos cocinaron, claro, bajo las instrucciones de Bianca, pues Martina era igual o peor chef que Enzo y Alana. 

Enzo fue el encargado de llamarle a algunos amigos de la filmación, incluyendo a parte del staff y director, también aseguró que Lucía y Mayra asistirían, lo cual hizo sentir a Alana bastante bien. 

—Te mirás preciosa—dijo Enzo rodeando su cintura con los brazos y observándola  a través del espejo, Alana sonrió—. No tengo cómo agradecerte por tu paciencia, mi familia puede llegar a ser un poco ruidosa. 

Alana se giró para observarlo mejor, él también se veía guapísimo con su traje perfectamente planchado y la camisa de vestir desabotonada de los primeros 3 botones, Enzo no mentía al decir que su familia era algo ruidosa, pero también tenían un maravilloso sentido del humor, hicieron sentir bienvenida a Alana desde el primer instante. 

—Pues yo creo que son maravillosas—dijo dejando un pequeño beso en su nariz—. Y no tienes nada que agradecer, hiciste un gran trabajo durante la filmación, es digno de celebrar. 

—Harás que se me suba a la cabeza—dijo él riendo, Alana rodó los ojos y lo abrazó fuertemente, dejando que su olor la embriagara por completo, no podía creer lo mucho que había cambiado su vida, y se encontraba eternamente agradecida por ello. 

—Alana—carraspeó su novio—. Entre el asunto del viaje y mi madre llegando de sorpresa, ya no tuvimos mucho tiempo de conversar, ¿ya tomaste una decisión con respecto a lo de las editoriales?—preguntó sutilmente. 

Alana tragó saliva, claro que se lo había pensando, todo el viaje de regreso a España estuvo imaginando todos los escenarios posibles, las editoriales de México le habían encantado, se sentía en casa en ellas, pero estar lejos de Enzo la había hecho sentir fatal, además, viéndolo con mirada fría, prácticamente ya se había hecho una vida entera en Sevilla. 

—Eh…sí—dijo. 

—¿Y bien?—preguntó Enzo mirándola con sus profundos ojos cafés, ¿cómo podía estar lejos de ellos? ¿cómo tan siquiera se había planteado la idea de estar lejos de él?

—Firmaré con Moore—respondió—. Me gusta el horror, puedo intentarlo, será divertido—dijo elevando los hombros. 

—¿Pero qué pasará con la historia que llevabas escribiendo durante meses?

—Pues…—vaciló, pensó la posibilidad de simplemente dejarla en una de las editoriales de México, pero sabía que eso no era posible, sólo era válido estar firmada en una sola editorial, y Moore había sido la ganadora—. Si está destinada a ver la luz del día, algún día lo hará—dijo simplemente, pero Enzo no movió ni un sólo músculo de la cara. 

—Lana…

—Después hablamos más de esto—dijo ella—. Hoy es tu día, anda, vamos afuera—dijo empujándolo por los hombros, Enzo lucía como si quisiera seguir la conversación, pero ella no se lo permitió. 

Las personas que se encontraban en la sala rápidamente se acercaron a saludarlos, Alana conocía a algunos bastante bien, mientras que a otros nunca los había visto en su vida, después de un par de copas más, ambos pudieron estar más cómodos, Enzo conversaba con todos con bastante felicidad, mientras que Alana lo veía desde lejos, Martina le hizo compañía en todo momento. 

—Es hora de que Enzo de unas palabras—gritó Lucía mientras chocaba un tenedor con su copa para captar la atención de los presentes, Enzo negaba con la cabeza. 

—¡Sí, que hable!—gritaron Martina y Alana en unísono, provocando risas. 

Después de un par de chantajes más, Enzo se paró en medio de la sala y comenzó a hablar. 

—Hola, eh, bueno, soy Enzo—comenzó a decir, provocando que un montón de personas rieran, incluyendo a Alana, debido al dato tan obvio que acababa de dar. 

—¡Eso ya lo sabemos, por eso estamos acá!—gritó alguien desde lejos. 

—Es verdad—dijo riendo, era notable que ya se encontraba algo borracho—. Bueno, primero que nada, les quiero agradecer por su presencia, significaba mucho para mí, este proyecto en verdad fue una bestia de reto pero disfruté cada momento, quiero agradecer a Javier, el director—dijo apuntándole, todos comenzaron a aplaudir—. Por su gran trabajo, por regañarme cuando debía y también cuando no—todos volvieron a reír—. A Lucía, obvio, por ser mi amiga desde que éramos niños y hacerme ver más presentable en pantalla, obvio a mi familia, por volar hasta acá para verme así de borracho.

—Se está extendiendo bastante como por haber dicho que no quería hablar, ¿no?—dijo Martina en el oído de Alana, haciéndola soltar una carcajada que se escuchó más fuerte de lo normal, todos voltearon a verla y ella se tapó la boca avergonzada. 

—Y claro, para aquella risa que podría reconocer en donde sea—dijo levantando su copa—. Mi Lanita, no tengo palabras para decir lo que vos significás para mí, nada  de lo que hago tiene sentido si  vos no estás acá, te quiero. 

Alana le lanzó un beso desde su lugar, y aunque sabía que todas las miradas estaban sobre ella, por un instante se sintió como si sólo ella y Enzo estuvieran en la habitación. 

—Bueno, espero que sigan disfrutando de la deliciosa comida—terminó su discurso, el director de la película se lo robó para hablar más con él, por lo cual Alana se giró a Martina para seguir con la conversación que tenían antes de que Enzo acaparara la atención de todos. 

—Wow—dijo ella. 

—¿Qué?—preguntó Alana con intriga. 

—En verdad está enamorado de vos—dijo—. Digo, claro que ya lo sabía, pero hoy que estuve con ustedes me quedó mś que claro, vos sacás lo mejor de él. 

—Él también saca lo mejor de mí—dijo—. Es una persona maravillosa. 

—Estoy muy feliz por ambos, sobre todo por él, nunca pensé que podría verlo así de feliz con alguien—dijo ella, Alana arrugó el entrecejo al escucharla. 

—¿Por qué dices eso?

—Eh, pues ya sabes—dijo nerviosamente, como si hubiera metido la pata. 

—No realmente. 

—Bueno, es que por su trabajo, siempre le resultó difícil estar con alguien.

—Su trabajo jamás fue un obstáculo para mí—dijo simplemente. 

—¡Sí, a eso me refiero! Porque vos sos escritora, entonces podés seguirlo a dónde sea. 

—¿Cómo?—preguntó confundida. 

—Ya sabes, por las promos, son mínimo 6 meses de viaje constante por cada película que estrena, pasa la mitad de su vida arriba de un avión y la otra en diferentes países, recién terminó de filmar esta película, pero la última que grabó ya terminó de editarse, entonces comenzará la gira de nuevo y apenas termine esa iniciará la otra. 

Por un momento Alana la dejó de escuchar, sólo podía verla en silencio moviendo la boca, ¿por qué no lo había pensado antes? Martina tenía razón, Enzo se la pasaba de país en país, no tenía un lugar fijo.

No tenía un hogar fijo. 

Había estado tan envuelta entre ellos que se había olvidado de eso por completo, ¿Pero por qué Enzo no se lo había recordado? ¿Cuándo se iría de España? ¿Cuándo volvería?

—¿Estás bien?—preguntó Martina preocupada—. La cagué, ¿no es así?—preguntó  nerviosa. 

—Tengo que ir al baño—dijo Alana abandonando el lugar, captando como Enzo le daba una mirada llena de confusión.

[collageazul]

Estos años he aprendido que hay distintas flores en un mismo ramo que no tienen por qué llevarse bien. Que si tú me dices ven e inmediatamente lo dejo todo es porque no había nada que dejar antes. Que una ruptura es una muerte donde puedes ver al difunto burlarse de ti. Que hacerse inmune a la fragilidad es morir cada día de crudeza, sostenibilidad y hierro. Que por las grietas también se respira, que hay romperse para coger aire. Que por querer ser siempre el alambre uno atraviesa mi corazón, que ningún perro merece morir por culpa de la puta rabia. Que si no te vuelven a buscar después de mandarte a la mierda, si no te enseñan a llorar lo mordido sin abandonarte del todo, nunca han estado contigo. Que es de inútiles confundir maldad con torpeza. Que yo me río a otro volumen cuando somos tú y yo. Que tú y yo somos un ejército y nosotros un peligro inminente de fractura, soportemos la grieta. Que olvidar de dónde vienes es no saber a dónde ir.

Que a veces las cosas no salen bien porque no les estamos abriendo del todo las puertas. Que la gente más triste es la que siempre está contenta. Que el que canta como victoria propia la derrota del otro, vive en guerra. Que hay algo más triste que dar pena y es dar miedo. Que si te está matando, no puede ser amor y mucho menos el de tu vida. Que el amor nunca debería ser un columpio, que con el paso del tiempo sirve de soga o un tobogán que tras la risa te lleva al infierno. Que un "es que yo soy" así no justifica que seas así. Que a veces arreglarse para salir, habla más de repararse que de ponerse guapa. Que siempre habrá relaciones que serán como un chicle y tendrás que aprender a masticar una bola insípida que no te puedas tragar y tendrás que escupir. Que los equilibristas caminan a pasos cortos. Que avanzar a grandes pasos es retroceder a zancadillas. Que las historias intensas son algodones de azúcar imposibles de acabar. Que nunca fue un problema aceptar el caramelo de un desconocido, que lo grave es aceptar las hostias de quien conocemos. Que lo que intentaba decir Antonio Vega es que la chica de ayer es la de hoy y la de mañana. Que follar es una fiesta y no un medidor de egos. Que querer es cosa de uno, que lo único que debería darnos miedo de perder es la salud. Que las personas no se pierden, las personas solo se alejan o se acercan.

Y por encima de todo hay que saber cuándo rendirse: nunca.

[hablandodelavida]

Irene

(...) Es que es tan bonito verte levantar, contemplarte sobrevivir y ver cómo te rescatas a ti misma; es que el universo tiene tanto que aprender de tus cicatrices y de tu forma de sanar los daños que sería egoísta por mi parte privarles de tu parte frágil. Porque, amor, la única verdad es que tienes los ojos más valientes del mundo y el mundo es más valiente cuando te mira a los ojos.

«¿Sabes eso de abrazar a alguien y sentir que el entrelazamiento es perfecto? Que no sobran manos, que el tamaño de los brazos es el ideal, incluso la altura de los corazones se ajusta y parece que todo se resuelve en un latido/ Pues algo así eres para mí: la compenetración perfecta, la cara de todas mis monedas y en quien pienso cuando alguien habla de la suerte — qué sabrán ellos de la suerte si no te conocen —/ Cómo explicarlo, nunca me ha asustado llorar porque tú siempre estás. Eres todos los peros que pongo en mis miedos. Y si soy valiente es porque en cada paso que doy mi meñique va enlazado al tuyo, y si me caigo siempre es sobre tus manos, y se está a gusto en ellas/ Sí, la vida es complicada, a veces se pasa de triste, pero yo veo tus hoyuelos cuando sonríes así, como si trataras de llevarme a tus mejillas, y te juro que entiendo a los poetas cuando hablan de amor/ Me quedo pensando qué diablos hace el mundo tan enfadado, tan ciego, por qué da tanto miedo enamorarse, cómo puede haber tanta gente que prefiera caminar con luz apagada, si sólo hay que abrir los ojos y verte para llenarse de luz y de la hostia de belleza que supone mirarte/ Y luego, cuando te vas, — que es cuando se puede mirar a otro sitio —, contemplo al cielo hacerte reverencias, a las aceras bailar al ritmo de tus pasos, a la mirada de la gente llenarse de brillo e interrogación — entiéndelos, verte es lo más parecido a soñar que se puede hacer con los ojos abiertos —, y a las sonrisas empañarse para escribirte "ojalá todas fueran como tú" en el vaho de tus huellas por si consiguen que les mires de vuelta/ En definitiva, contemplo al mundo enamorarse de ti, y el amor, es decir, la vida cobra sentido/ A veces me gustaría salvarte de todo lo que hiere, fosilizar tus lágrimas y cortar el alma de todo aquel que se atreva a romperte. Pero, amor, es que eres tan guapa, hasta cuando te golpea la rabia y no entiendes qué pasa; es que es tan bonito verte levantar, contemplarte sobrevivir y ver cómo te rescatas a ti misma; es que el universo tiene tanto que aprender de tus cicatrices y de tu forma de sanar los daños que sería egoísta por mi parte privarles de tu parte frágil. Porque, amor, la única verdad es que tienes los ojos más valientes del mundo y el mundo es más valiente cuando te mira a los ojos/ Y yo te quiero, no porque siempre estés conmigo, para mí, y por mí, no porque sea imposible no hacerlo y se dispersen mil motivos, todos ciertos, por las manos al pensarlo, sino porque has nacido para que te quieran y yo he nacido para quererte, con toda el alma y toda la piel, toda mi vida».

Elvira Sastre, Cuarenta y tres maneras de soltarse el pelo

[gvmvsadness]

SIEMPRE QUE PIENSES EN MI

Te llevaste tantos sueños que ahora no logro dormir. Aunque no te esté pensando; siempre estás dentro de mí.

Se pasaron tantos años que ahora el paso de los días lo concibo tan extraño pues no estás más por aquí.

Ahora entiendes ese sucio torbellino de emociones que pase en aquellos baños de la city en los que me drogue.

Es tan irónica la vida, tan grotesca está película, tan cómica, tan química pues ahora yo estoy bien y tu jodiendote la vida pero que le voy a hacer. Se me olvida que ahora tengo que hablarle de usted.

Con el paso de los años tan solo le hice más daños ahora me toca entender; que si se ha ido es consecuencia de mis actos, de mis no actos, de mis fugas, mis ausencias, mis mentiras mis ultrajos, por tratarle como a un souvenir.

Si me necesita llámeme, tiene mi número, mi dirección y además mi corazón; suerte en todo lo que decidas hacer.Aunque no la necesitas pues la suerte es pa mediocres, tú eres una gran mujer.

Ven a leerme cuando sientas esas ganas de estallar, cuando llegue el nudo a tu garganta y te lo tengas que tragar. Pues a nadie importará, si lloras, gritas, pataleas o te ahogas en soledad. Cuando no entiendas que pasa y se te hunda la mirada en la pared.

No te hablo desde mi ego, te hablo desde mi experiencia, porque soy observador. Reconozco tu silencio, y te mueres por hablar.

Me permití, quemandome por dentro ver cada vez más cerca tu lejanía, y la mía.Pues aprendí entre tantas cosas; el canario en esa jaula no canta: Llora.

Hoy busco libertad, no libertinaje, hoy encuentro mi soliloquio y en mi soledad no me siento más sólo. Hoy te busco a un lado por las madrugadas pero no hay más que mi gato. Pero de todo eso que más busco trato de encontrar la forma de no hacerte más daño,

Y esta bien, o al menos no está mal. Pues te extraño pero vamos a estar bien. Sé que vas a estarlo, me disculpo por todo eso y por aquello, duerme bien; yo seguiré, cantando y escribiendo, mientras duermes, o no; canciones para el tiempo y la distancia.

Ahora más para la distancia pues mal aprovechamos gran parte del tiempo, que bien sé; corre en contra mía; mientras envidio el viento que la toca, el roce de su ropa.

Mientras recuerdo aquel instante que vi grabado en sus retinas; que no era tiempo de marcharse.

Y pensé, algunas cosas se pararon porque usted me dio motivos para no volver jamás. Volver, como volvimos una vez, como volvió el tiempo a mi reloj.

Reconozco que estar vivo, tiene que ver con sus ojos, con su boca, su cintura; que aunque no me detuvieron para hacer y deshacer me salvaron de la muerte, pues siempre pensé en volver. Y así fue.

Hay noches, cómo está, no muchas ni tampoco pocas; que todo es una porquería, que como muchas chucherías, que escucho muchas tonterías; y pienso en ti.Y me siento más pequeño que el Bosson de Higgs, pero me toca tirar, pienso en frío y pongo guapa mi tristeza para el carnaval y safari. Ya no me asusta la distorsión y hago cuál loco un picnic siempre al borde del camino. Rompiendo las barreras del sonido voy.

Y aunque a diario me pregunto ¿Dónde están los días y ese azul? Por hoy, en esta madrugada oscura son las 4:20 a.m. , son las 4:20 a.m.or, no estoy pensando en fumar, es tan obvio en lo que pienso pero tengo que dormir. Así qué:

Para cuando te despiertes, vayas donde vayas, estés donde estés. Mires donde mires, tú ya sabes hasta donde, tú ya sabes cómo, tú ya sabes qué:

Buenos días, buenas noches, buen provecho; come bien. Ponte suéter, no olvides tu set, no olvides tu cel; pero aún más importante, no te olvides de tu ser, de ser tú, mil abrazos mil besitos; SIEMPRE QUE PIENSES EN MI.

[nevenkebla]

Spidey-Kong

Spider-Man Loves Mary Jane (2008) #1 Terry Moore (Guionista), Craig Rousseau (Dibujante)

— Reportero: ¡La bestia ha enloquecido! Aquí Live Action News, en directo desde el Empire State. Algo —algo terrible— ha hecho que la bestia enloquezca de rabia. Nos llegan noticias de que nuestros valientes han despegado… ¡Oh, no! ¡Tiene un rehén! La bestia ha… ¡Una mujer! Una increíblemente hermosa, por cierto. Sí que es guapa. ¿Es el amor lo que ha perturbado a la bestia? ¿Esa máscara siniestra oculta a un romeo celoso? Puede que nunca lo sepamos, porque han dado orden de abrir fuego a los aviones…

— Mary Jane Watson: ¡¡Spidey-Kong!! ¡Agh! ¡Suéltame, so simiaco! ¡Te estás comportando como un crío! — Spidey-Kong: ¿Qué esperabas? Al fin tengo el valor para pedirte salir, y me dices: "Ay, pues no sé". Deja que me lo piense. — Mary Jane Watson: ¡Era broma! ¡Pues claro que saldré contigo! Nací para salir contigo. — Spidey-Kong: ¿En serio? — Mary Jane Watson: ¡Sí! ¡Ja, ja! — Spidey-Kong: Me has hecho el trepamuros más feliz del mundo, Mary Jane. — Mary Jane Watson: Lo mismo digo, grandullón. ¿Podemos bajar ya? Soy alérgica a las balas. — Spidey-Kong: Ya te digo. ¿Tienes hambre? — Mary Jane Watson: Muchísima. — Spidey-Kong: Balanceémonos hasta el Coffee Bean a por un par de hamburguesas. Conozco un lugar tranquilo donde… — Mary Jane Watson: ¡Aigh! ¡Spidey Kong! ¡Despierta! ¡Spidey! ¡Despierta! ¡Oh! ¿Spidey Kong? ¡Venga ya! (Esta soy yo: Mary Jane, soñadora delirante)

[jartita-me-teneis]

A propósito de canciones machistas.

Yo he sido un gran admirador de Rafael de León, sobre todo siendo un niño o un jovencito, en aquellos años de la radio, cuando solo a través de ella podíamos escuchar música. En mi casa la radio estaba enchufada a todas horas y entre novela y novela y los "partes" (los Partes eran los noticieros, y se llamaban así por los partes de guerra durante la guerra civil), no solo escuchábamos, sino que también cantábamos aquellas canciones de Machín, Sepúlveda y sobre todo, Concha Piquer y los otros y otras intérpretes de la canción española. Aún hoy, después de tantos años, me conozco todas las letras de aquellas canciones:

"Tatuaje", "Ojos verdes" y tantas otras. Para mí eran historias, poesías con música.

Rafael de León era un aristócrata, hijo de un marqués. Yo entonces lo desconocía, pero sabía que junto a Quiroga y Quintero era quién escribía los textos de las canciones. También desconocía que era muy amigo de León Felipe, Machado y Lorca, y que se le consideraba un poeta de la generación del 27. Poco me importaba a mí eso, me gustaban sus canciones y casi todas me siguen gustando y sigo cantándolas cuando cocino o hago un trabajo corporal.

Pero hay un par de ellas que ya desde siempre me hacían torcer el morro, y aunque entonces yo no lo sabía, se compusieron después de la guerra civil, cuando la dictadura y la censura marcaban cualquier expresión.

Una de ellas es "Glosa a la soleá", la otra, "Trigo limpio", (ambas cantadas por Pepe Pinto) y ambas son un reflejo al machismo-nacionalcatólico imperante. Veámoslo:

GLOSA A LA SOLEÁ

¿Te acuerdas de aquella copla

que escuchamos aquel día

sin saber quién la cantaba

ni de qué rincón salía?

Pero qué estilo, qué duende,

qué sentimiento y qué voz;

creo que se nos saltaron

las lágrimas a los dos.

(Aquí se siente el personaje romántico y dulce con su amada, seguramente sentados en el porche de su casa a la luz de la luna,)

No vayas a figurarte

que esto va con intensión.

Tú sabes que por ti tengo

clavao en mi corasón

el queré más puro y firme

que ningún hombre sintiera

por la que Dios uno y trino

le entregó por compañera.

(Aquí aprovecha la ocasión para declarársele otra vez y prepararla para lo que a continuación le va a soltar,)

Pero es bonita la copla

y entra bien por soleares:

"Toíto te lo consiento

menos fartarle a mi mare..."

Y me enterao casuarmente

de que le fartaste ayé

y nadie me lo ha contao,

nadie, pero yo lo sé.

(Como aquél que no quiere la cosa, le suelta lo que le estaba royendo, que él no es tonto,)

Yo tengo entre dos amores

mi corasón repartío

sí le encuentro a uno llorando

es que el otro le ha ofendío;

y mira, nunca me quejo

de tus caprichos constantes.

¿Quiere un vestío? ¡catorse!

¿quiere un reló? ¡de brillantes!

(enseguida pasa a recordarle que ella depende totalmente de él y que se ande con cuidado, no vaya a ser...,)

Ni me importa que la gente

vaya de mí murmurando

que, si soy pa ti un muñeco,

que si me has quitao er mando

que en la diestra y la siniestra

tienes un par de agujeros

por donde se va a los baños

el río de mis dineros...

¡Y a mí qué...?

(¿Pero hay alguien más comprensivo y esplendido que él?),

Con tal de que de mi lao

tú nunca te desepares

toíto te lo consiento

menos faltarle a mi mare.

Porque esa mimbre de luto

que no levanta la voz

que no ha tenío siquiera

contigo ni un sí ni un no;

que anda como una pavesa,

que no gime ni suspira,

que se le llenan los ojos

de gloria cuando nos mira;

que me crio con su sangre;

que me llevaba la mano

para que me santiguara

como todo fiel cristiano

y en las candelas del hijo

consumió su juventú

cuando era cuarenta veses

mucho más guapa que tú.

(¡ya tenemos el lio!, ¿cómo se va a comparar ella con su mamá?),

Tienes que haserte a la cuenta

que la has visto en los artare

y jincarte de rodillas

antes de hablarle a mi mare;

porque el amó que te tengo

se lo debes a su amó,

que yo me casé contigo

porque ella me lo mandó.

(para terminar, el aviso, la amenaza).

Conque a ver si tu consiensia

se aprende esta copla mía

mu semejante a aquer cante

que escuchamos aquer día

sin sabe quién lo cantaba

ni de qué rincón salía.

(Al final se vuelve otra vez cariñoso, pero que no se le olvide lo que le acaba de decir. Posiblemente ella le ha mirado sumisa y obediente y asintiendo con la cabeza, y posiblemente su mamá sigue pensando que su hijo es un trozo de pan).

Yo no sé a vosotros, pero a mí me suena a machismo hispánico.

Vicente Ballester Gil.

Vicente Ballester Gil

[catoscumday]

felis día del cum . . .

mi novia, mi esposa, mi amante y hasta mi mejor amiga. desde que te conozco esta es una de mis fechas favoritas aunque esta sea la primera vez que la pasamos juntitos en sí, me hace feliz pensar que hace muucho tiempo ( ya estás bien rucaleta ) estaba naciendo la persona que me haría sentir muchas cosas, cosas bonitas, cosas que me provocan nervios, ganas de gomitar y hasta me quitan el sueño Ö creo q amor le disen

hace un siglo estaba naciendo la persona q estaría conmigo 8 mesesotes, la que me aguantaría ( a veces ) sin importar qué y la misma que me mandaría a la goma por andar de mamón, pero al mismo tiempo la persona con la que elegiría compartir mis madrugadas hablando de cualquier cosa porque eso me hace felis, porque me encanta saber q estamos conectados en más de un sentido y que tú ya estabas en mi camino por una razón 🙂‍↕️

lo que empezó como un 'holap' que por cierto estuvo muy mal :33 terminaría siendo un 'váyase a mimir' y hasta un 'estaba pensando qjdj gu deberiad diskalala poequ a mi cuandl te busque y puds la verdad es que n' con el q me andaría cagando de risa en la madrugada pero al mismo tiempo m quedaría reflexionando que incluso con sueño querías estar ahí conmigo,, y mE PONE SENSIBLE PENSARLO, tú siendo mi persona favorita y compartiendo tiempo conmigo es una de las combinaciones que más me tocan el cosaron de pollo q tengo, porque hasta tengo el cuero más sensible q usted 😼

en fin.. felis cum dei mi amor, me caes un poco MUY mal pero eres lo q más kero en la vida, me siento contentísimo de poder compartir contigo tantas fechas especiales . . . sobretodo esta q sé q es un pokito difícil para tí pero para mí se convirtió en la mejor desde q te conocí :33 te amo mucho mucho mucho mucho mucho mucho mi tilina insana, espero q este sea el primero de muchos cumpleaños tuyos juntotes 🕯y claro, lo más importante ( el regalo ) que claramente soy yo, no puedes pedir más

aunque . . . me gustaría agregar 1 canción que me gusta mucho, elton john tiene mucho significado para mí como cantante ( lo habrás notado en kingsman ) así que te voy a dedicar una que escucho MUCHO, pero de verdad muchísimo. todas las canciones de amor me hacen pensar en tí, solamente en tí, en lo bonito q es todo contigo y en lo tanto ke nos falta por pasar juntos, así ke, catto chávez, catto ceo blogs, catto lópez, te keres casar conmigo y tener una casa llena de gatos naranjas y perritos negros ?? o al revés, el chiste es tener muchos hijos igual de preciosos que tú < 3 y tmb claro por supuesto tener hijos berdaderos q tmb se parezcan a tí, por lo cual sería capaz de NO hacerte enojar todo el tiempo de incubación del lobito ( imposible )

y . . . como no os puedo dar un anillo, en su lugar te doy a mis ( nuestros:3 ) tres ijos y los papeles de mi casa si gustas, lo importante es q tengas algo que demuestre que tú eres la dueña de todo lo mío y hasta de mí, como debe d ser, TIAMO MUCHO MUCHO MUCHO MUCHO MUCHO MUCHO MUCHO MUCHO Y Y Y Y Y FELIS CUMPLEAÑOS MI HERMOSA PRECIOSA LINDA DIVINA GUAPA BONITA DE MI CORASONNN < 3

btw, us esos ^ nomás que yo más pekeñito y bonito, usted sí es esa toda amargada alaberga ojalá besarte la boca pa q me revientes la jetota a punta de vergazos para empezar nuestro matrimonio de la mejor manera . . . q si lo piensas bn, vamos a ser como los matrimonios de antes 😼 porque así es, te voy a cambiar con tu papá por 3 vacas y 1 chivo y ya eres mía. tiamo mucho mucho mucho mucho mucho mucho mucho mucho mi corason, el amor de todas mis bidas y la razón de mi existencia, por tí soy capaz de sentirme anexo e intentar cambiarte con mi amor ( no )

YO CREO EN EL AMOR POR TÍ Y POR LAS VERGUIZAS Q ME DAS TODOS LOS DÍAS, ME GUSTAS MUCHO

[shinobu-lencha]

¿Sabes?

Me emocioné al ver que me habías contestado el “Holi”, al saber que teníamos demasiadas cosas en común, cuando me pasaste tu número de celular, el primer audio que me mandaste, la primera foto sin filtro de ti, que me dijiste “sí” a la primer salida, tu abrazo, tu energía, tus labios, tu cabello, tu cuerpo…te puse en un pedestal muy alto, te veía como alguien tan inalcanzable, tan hermoso…que me olvidé por unos momentos de mi. 

Sabía que tenías imperfecciones pero aún así decidí arriesgarme, sabiendo que podía salir lastimada pero dije “a la mierda, quiero conocerte” y un día tu “interés” en mi persona se fue…mi corazón me decía que tú no ibas a ser para mí, que tenía que irme para no salir lastimada, pero tus “buenos días bonita”, “guapa”, “hermosa”, “linda”, tus besos y tu abrazo de cintura me hipnotizaron, al punto de creerte y confiar en tí ¿sabes? Me ilusioné, ahora lloro por una foto y por nuestra última llamada. 

Lloro por que al final yo sola me lastimé, pero me dicen que tú también tuviste algo que ver con esa ilusión…chance sí, chance no…la verdad no sé, nunca voy a saber realmente lo que hacías conmigo, me siento confundida y doy vueltas a todo, una y otra vez, para lastimarme nuevamente.

Sé que no vas a volver, porque estas con alguien más y esta bien, es más está perfecto que no sea yo…¿sabes por qué? Al final, tus mensajes y “cumplidos” solo me daban ansiedad y tristeza…me di cuenta que YA NO ME HACÍAS FELIZ. 

Wow, fue solo un mes de conocerte, a lo mejor soy una infantil sintiendo todo esto, pero no puedo evitarlo, soy humana que comete errores…¡a la chingada, soy una humana que tiene emociones! Claro yo decido cómo manejarlas, al final son mías y yo las controlo, yo decido cómo chingaos me afectan. Ojalá tú reconocieras eso también de ti. 

Me alegra saber que soy de las pocas personas que logró besar a su crush, que logró acercarse un poquito…pero te diré algo…yo NUNCA JAMÁS seré parte de una competencia por tu atención, no dejé que tú fueras la primera en cerrar las cosas, ni siquiera las empezaste…FUI YO y por mi bienestar emocional tenía que ser la que cortara los lazos, porque estaba ya cansada de estar viendo cómo interpretar tu…DESINTERÉS.

¿Y sabes? Al final siempre fuimos dos extrañas que nunca despegamos.