#Cara mía how I love him

[gothic-mothic]

Narrator crushing at his desk, nothing a little drink can’t fix (plot twist: it made it worse)

[winterssecrett]

MIDNIGHT TALKS | THEODORE NOTT

ღ 02:00 a.m and the group of snakes was still on the astronomy tower, a place they had started to love when they discovered that professors and prefects never went to “guard” or check for students out of bed. Sleep was something hard to find with how dark and scary things had gotten in school and around the world, so their best option was to be together as a group and as a family.

Astoria was sitting on the floor with Draco’s head on her chest, playing with his blonde platinum hair. Besides her was Blaise, who had Pansy between his legs, hugging her by her waist. And the other three -Theo, Y/n, and Mattheo- were close to the balcony, finishing their cigarettes.

Y/n didn’t smoke much, not as much as her boyfriend, but it was exams week and the stress alongside her anxiety was too much, she needed to take it down a bit.

— I don’t wanna see a fucking book on the rest of my life — Pansy whined, letting out a huff

Draco rolled his eyes — If you pass, you won’t have to.

— can you believe it? In a few months, we won’t be here anymore — Y/n said with a bittersweet tone of voice

Theo nod a that, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend frame. For some reason, he was always looking for her warmth, and since it was so late and so cold, he loved having her close to his body.

— Does it matter? — Draco asked not waiting for an answer — It’s not like things are gonna change, or that we are gonna be able to escape the hell that our lives are.

Clearly the alcohol was working on the blonde, cause otherwise he would have never said something like that. Draco didn’t talk, and definitely not about how sad his life was back at home. All of them, including the whole house of Slytherin were living in the same hell that the dark lord brought, and that’s why no one talked about it, it was easier to pretend that everything was just fine.

— Well, it’s not a surprise. We have been marked and judged since we were kids, like it was our fault the last name that we carry, or the house that we are in — Theo responded with harshness, making her girlfriend frown

Mattheo let out a sigh — We better play our part, right?

He was the most fucked of the group, he was the son of the person that was trying to destroy the magical world for years on end. The silence invaded them and everyone started to get lost in their thoughts, Y/n turned around putting her arms around Theo’s neck.

— Well be fine, right? — she asked in almost a whisper, wondering how bad things were gonna be once they graduated

Theo caressed her cheek — Well be together, that’s all that matters, Bella.

Y/n smiled at him with sadness, they had just a month left of school and they were trying to enjoy as much of it as they could. For example having breakfast together everyday, even if they were dying to sleep a little bit more. Partying from Thursday to Sunday with not just their house, but also the other three. Swimming in the black lake at night, and then going to the kitchen to get cups of hot chocolate.

Just a lot of things to be happy in times of death, darkness, and cruelty.

— I love you, cara mía, you know that right? — He said with a small smile

Y/n smiled back at him — Of course I know, and I love you too, darling.

One of Theo’s hands went to the back of her head and brought her close to his lips, almost melting when he felt her warmth. God how he enjoyed kissing and touching her.

— Get a room you scandalous people!

Everyone laughed at Draco’s slurred words, he was gonna regret all of the fire whiskey he had drunk tomorrow morning.

[deadghosy]

Platonic Slytherin boys with a blind reader

Ft. Tom Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire.

Tom Riddle

He’s always there.

In the shadows, in your mind using a mind spell.

He’s always keeping tabs on you. Even if you are blind he knows you can be strong.

So he will make you strong so you can be by his side no matter what.

He will make you hold his arm when walking the busy halls of Hogwarts.

He even makes sure you sit next to him all the time.

Mattheo Riddle

Always lets you have your hand around his. Maybe he even grabs your hands with a tight grip, not tight to the point it hurts you.

He wants to make sure you don’t hurt yourself or fall and die alone.

That actually makes him scared to the point he stays in your room and just sleeps by you not caring if he gets made fun of.

“Mattheo..I’m alright okay?”

“I don’t care..” he says as he leads you to charms class. You’ve been here since 1st year so you know your way around a lot

Apparently mattheo doesn’t care as he doesn’t trust you alone much

He’s always your protector

Theodore Nott

Let’s you use his arm as your walker. Literally your hand would be on his arm and he would smile at it.

Let’s you feel his face, adores how you are in awe at how beautiful he feels

“Wow! Your eyes are low…I bet they look pretty..” you say with a shy smile

Theo only smiled before cupping your face and kissing your head

“You’re beautiful yourself cara mía.” He says with a charming smile.

“Thank you Theodore…”

Lorenzo Berkshire

He’s your eyes, and he’s your world. <3

It’s a beautiful little dynamic you too have as he describes everything how you want it to be described.

He even described how beautiful you look to him. He loves when you smile and how your eyes squint when smiling. He loves how adorable you look.

You love how he describes how the world looks to him. You love how he describes yourself. You love to dream to see him.

He’s always there for you and you’re surprisingly there for him too.

You two are a wonderful duo.

I appreciate reblogs, comments, and such as likes.

[miguelhugger2099]

What if…. Miguel was Gomez Addams?

(Discord brainrot go brrrr)

Miguel was the type of man that knew what he wanted. A man with odd tastes yet with an undeniable charm that had people reeling in. He took pride in being the life of the party, welcoming guests, entertaining with men and wooing the women.

Some would say he’s at the top and would forever be at the top.

However, the moment you walked in, there was a clear shift in the mood. Doors opened and creaked as you came into view, a gentle smile on your red lips and hands delicately placed one on top of the other on your stomach.

Your eyes are on Miguel—him staring back—and the entire room turns to face Miguel. His smile grows at the sight of you, heart beating to life once more.

Miguel drops the champagne glass he held, the cup shattering into shards on impact, and his feet shuffle hurriedly to stand by your side. Few gasps are heard at the pitched sound of glass breaking, alcohol seeping into the wooden floorboards but all of that falls on deaf ears for Miguel.

Your smile tilts higher up when Miguel approaches, both his hands immediately taking one of yours and kissing your knuckles with gusto.

You can feel his breath when he sighs against your skin, his hands clutching desperately onto you while he proceeds to kiss your hand and up your arm. His lips pepper you with affection onto your neck, and to your lips where he leaves a long kiss— your lipstick smeared on his mouth when he pulls away.

But Miguel doesn’t care for that. A bright grin etched on his face while his eyes glow with adoration. He can’t help but press another kiss to your knuckles with a soft moan. You take your other hand and cup his cheek and he leans into your palm.

“Hello, my darling.” You hum. Miguel stands back up, pressing another kiss to your cheek and temple.

“Cara mía…” He whispers back lovingly. His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer as if he simply can not get enough of your beauty. He turns to the party goers—his fingers lacing through yours—and introduces you.

“My wife, everyone, has joined us for the night!” He glances back at you. “Gracias, mi reina.” His chest puffs up with pride, ushering you in front of him to walk first.

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world, darling.” You tell him sweetly that makes his heart jump at your tone. He knew you were a much secluded person so he didn’t hold it against you if you didn’t want to be at this party. That didn’t mean he wasn’t stuck to you like glue hours prior, wanting to spend time with you as much as he could before separation.

The guests greet you with weary smiles, now knowing that the oddness of the couple would tenfold now that they had each other. They return to their conversations, giving glances and side eyes to you two as you both walked further inside. A sea of people parting while your eyes remained on each other.

“Quieres un poco de vino, mi amor?” He asks, leading you to the table with various bottles.

“Maybe just a few sips tonight, my dear.” You fan yourself with your hand, feeling a little stuffy and warm. Miguel notice’s immediately, quickly letting you go to open a few of the large windows to let some air in. He comes back and hands you a wine glass, pouring the wine for you.

After that, his arm loops behind you, his palm resting on your lower back and leading you around the room while he makes deals and does his job. Well…he does mention you every chance he gets.

“Have you met my wife? She’s brilliant—my most trusted confidant!”

“You know my wife, beautiful woman, said the same thing to me the other day.”

“Oh no, the home decor was not my idea but my wife’s. She’s amazing. Please give your compliments to her instead of me.”

Shamelessly, Miguel would keep your hand in his, kissing up your arm and to your neck. You’d giggle when he whispered sweet nothings against your skin, him smirking and gripping you flush against him—even in front of others, much to their dismay.

It was strange to them just how loving Miguel was to you and you to him. Unusual for a man to be turned into putty that disregarded social norms of keeping public displays of affection to a minimum. They awkwardly looked at one another when Miguel brought you close for a kiss, unable to stop himself from moaning when he tasted the wine from your lips.

One man cleared his throat, blush evident on his cheeks. “W-well, it’s getting late. It must be time for us to go.” His blush darkens when you and Miguel ignore the man for an even deeper kiss with you, your hands combing through his hair. “We’ll talk more business later.”

The guests scurried off one by one, staring at the vulgarity of your blatant love for one another. When the door shut, it echoed along with the soft kisses you and Miguel shared before he lifted you up and sat you on one of the tables. His hands placed on both your thighs while your arms were around his neck.

[deceasedream69]

Español

Summary: the team never realized you speak spanish, so when they do Spencer takes it as an opportunity to practice with you, which you find absolutely adorable.

Just a little blurb, enjoy.

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-" So, Guatemala, huh?", Derek sat across from me, a cup of coffee freshly made on his hand.

-"yep, pride in my stinky little country", I said lifting my fist. "Is there any coffee left?"

He nodded and I got up to grab some.

-"I've seen pictures from there, it's really beautiful", JJ said.

-"well, it's not visually bad, but, you know, 3rd world country"

-"so you speak spanish?"

I nodded at Spencer's question.

-"I've been learning for a while but I've never had a chance to actually practice with someone"

-"¿cuál es tu nombre?", I sat in front of him, waiting for my coffee to get a little cold.

He blinked a couple of times, his mouth moving slightly, trying to think of the answer before actually saying it.

-"yo me llamo y/n"

-"yo me llamo Spencer", he smiled.

I smiled at how cute he sounded in Spanish.

-"muy bien, soon you'll be calling me "cara mía", I winked drinking from my cup.

-"solo si me llamas "mon cher" back". I laughed and we continued speaking spanish for the rest of the flight. Well, more like spanglish but yeah.

I ended sitting next to him, just speaking about any random subject we could think of. It was wonderful how easy it was for us to just get lost in a conversation with each other and I loved how much attention I got from him and I think vice versa.

We still speak spanish sometimes, mostly when we want to make fun of Derek. I taught him every bad word in spanish I know and he taught me cool facts he knew about spanish, the language, the worlds that speak it and stuff like that.

the end

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

Cara Mía

Synopsis: Submissive Alastor would include…

Note: Fem! Reader, Dom! Reader, Sub! Alastor, pet names, mentions of death, implied sexual activity, mentions of worship

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Alastor being submissive also leads to another thing

he is quite literally and undeniably in love with you to do so

Being a being so powerful you could overthrow the sins themselves, it’s no wonder Alastor sticks to you like glue

Constantly by your side being the perfecting little gentleman that he is, the perfect gentleman his momma raised him to be

He’s there are every deal you make, overlooking proposals and helping you carry out lifeless bodies from your cellar.

With the power you have you provide quite the entertainment to him.

But you also put him in his place, and as much as he hated to admit it, he loves it. it’s a game, a challange for him and he’s playing it just as well as you are, only he knows he won’t make it out alive

But goodness will he do anything for you

he sits in your library with you at night, as you sit in the large chair with a book in hand legs cross as the slit to your dress slides down your thigh, and it only takes seconds for Alastor to settle himself on the ground next to your leg, his head laying on it as his fingers trace patterns on your skin.

“ Alastor.” You call.

“ Yes dear?” He replies, as if it’s automatic.

“ Take my shoes off please. They’re growing painfully uncomfortable.” You say, and it doesn’t take long before he’s kneeling before you, peeling your shoes off delicately as if you’ll break. He peppers kisses to your leg as he does so, showing his appreciation ; his gratitude for being near you.

The way he looks now is almost like a man worshipping his god, and it would be a lie if Alastor didn’t say it was what he was doing. He spent every minute of his day loving and worshipping you. You, his own personal goddess.

“ Of course, Ma chérie.” He says, and it’s not long before the shoes are off and neatly put to the side, just the way you like it.

“ Hm, Do you think we would be able to go to town tomorrow? I want to see if I find a new dress for Lilith’s ball. Your input would be greatly appreciated, unless you have other plans…” You trail off, knowing Alastor will shut down any other plans he has just to do what you want. It’s perfect.

“ No not at all dear! Everything I had planned for tomorrow can be set for another day.“ Alastor says, smiling up at you, awaiting your praise. Oh how he lives for it.

“Thank you amor, now.” You say, sitting up and shutting your book. You put it on the small glass table beside you and stare down at Alastor.

He’s on his knees. For you.

The realization makes you grin, and it makes him blush.

“ Yes dear?” He asks, almost nervous of what you’ll say next.

“ Do tell me, what happened to my maid” You demand, and his eyes fly wide.

Your maid had gone ‘missing’ as he said, though you both knew that wasnt the case. She was dead out in the fields, another one of your servants informing you of her chopped up body. Nothing left but decaying skin and bones. Pity.

“ What ever do you-“

“ Dont lie to me.” You say, knowing he won’t say it outright.

“ I- …. I got rid of her.” Alastor confessed, his head hanging low in shame, avoiding your gaze.

“ Why?” You ask, stern and serious. Your eyes narrow and he sinks into a hole of shame.

“ She was, speaking of how to get rid of you. She also, asked me to help her…” Alastor confessed. Silence filled the room. Anger seeps through your veins.

“ Why wasn’t I told about this?” You ask, trying to keep your composure, and Alastor can see your struggling to do so. His head dips lower, feeling guilt and the power your hold seeps around you, your aura shifting.

“ I killed her when she asked me. Tried to, use her feminine charms to lust me to her will.” Alastor said, shaking as he feels your power consume him.

“ She tried, to what?!” You asked, standing from your seat. Now, your rage has slipped, all self control gone. How dare she? How dare she try to use her useless little cage of a body to lure Alastor. Your alastor.

“ Darling, I’m sorry I just didn’t-“ You cut him off. Not only did he not tell you, he killed her and hid what she did to deserve it.

“ Alastor Lavigne, you better hope to the heavens above and to all the sorry souls who have been in your position that you do not end up dead!” You finished, now angry. Of course you’ve been like this, though you’ve never hurt him, you always give him time to explain himself.

“ D-Dear just let me explain.” Alastor said, grabbing a hold of your hand, pleading with you, his eyes showing a mix of fear and admiration.

“ Go on. Explain. You have five minutes before I deem your fate.” You reply, sitting down on the armrest of the chair.

“ She came to me while you had retired for the night. I was here in the library putting your book back, when she came in. She had a robe, and she began to tell me that you didn’t deserve your power. She began to tell me all the sorry things you’d tell her about me, and how she believed you didn’t love me. But I knew better.” Alastor said, standing to his full height. His expression changed, he’s beginning to become more animated. He’s reliving the moment.

And that is perfect for you.

“ She said she could help me. Be better than you, if I helped her get your power. It was quick, I took the poker from the fireplace and pretended I was going to clean it. She thought I was, she got too close to me and I couldn’t take it anymore. With the way she was speaking about you I just couldn’t contain myself. So I let her have it, I bashed her skull with the poker until there was nothing left.” Alastor confessed, now being pulled out of his dreamlike state.

Silence filled the air for a bit. He began to search your face for some sort of answer. Had he said something wrong? Did he handle it wrong?

“ Sit.” You say, patting the chair, and he does. He moved quickly to take a seat next to you, and waits and stares up at you. Like a dog waiting for a treat. His eyes are hopeful and nervous. You let out a sigh before closing your eyes. Then you decide on your answer.

“ Ai, Cara Bella. You always make me so happy.” You say, arms flying to bring him in for a tight hug, his face flush against your chest. You can already tell he’s becoming flustered, but his arms wrap around you nonetheless.

“ You aren’t mad anymore doe?” Alastor asks, before you laugh.

“ Oh no, heavens no. Not after that lovely story you’ve given me. Why, you make my heart swoon my love. I knew you were the perfect man for me.” You say, placing soft kisses to his forehead.

You feel Alastor smile against you, and he sighs with relief. Everything is just fine, the way it should be.

“ Now, time to prove her wrong.” You say standing, dragging Alastor with you. He sports a quizzical look as he follows your lead, your shoes in hand.

“ Sweetheart where are we going?” He asks, confused.

“ Oh to bed silly. Y’know. To use my feminine charms on you.” You reply, turning your head around to give him a wink, only to be returned by a red faced Alastor, who won’t admit he’s now somewhat excited.

[gangstajer]

❦Cara Mia❦

Gómez addams x Morticia Frump

Two teenagers on the last day before going home and separating until school starts.

Smut Mild

The red glow of the flames of the fire was the only thing that gave a little light in the darkness of the forest.

Cara Mia when the classes are over I will miss you so much.

Gómez wishes that this suffering would not end but what can we do, we cannot go against what our parents want.

I support myself to get closer.

I would give my life for you, you just have to say it.

Gómez no.... he placed a finger on his lips so that he wouldn't continue speaking.

Don't say anything about what awaits us, I don't want to know, all I want is to be able to be with you this last night.

Our last night, Gómez. How will we do it?

The caress that was slowly rising slowly from the beginning of the wrist until reaching the collar of the buttoned shirt, to slowly run her nails along the chin.

Dear.

She came closer uniting in a kiss, Gomez's hands were making the silhouette of Morticia's body until she stayed still on the hip, sitting her on her lap with her feet dangling on each side of her if she could touch the ground.

Morticia's arms went to Gomez's neck, surrounding him and placing the blanket over him as well, the kisses were increasing in intensity making the heat between the two increase. Morticia's irregular breathing increased when the kisses on her neck began to become more and more frequent until they were the only ones that Gomez gave.

Is there something to celebrate?

Yes, my love for you and thank you for everything you did for me that day in the cemetery.

Darling that was the day we met.

For me, meeting you was the best thing that happened to me, you were so beautiful that day... Cara Mía, I can run my hand along the inside of her thigh, feeling a chill.

If the almost inaudible whisper made Gomez smile.

Gomez's hand disappeared to take her again from the waist to stick her closer to him making them feel the touch more, Morticia's left hand was grabbing the hair from the nape of her neck and placing her head in the crook of her neck to growl for what what he was doing to her. The hoarse laughter was once again present at that moment, leaving the waist and running his hands down the legs until reaching the end of the skirt to leave aside the fabric of the uniform and touch the skin again, rising little by little until it was in the elastic of the panties.

With his index finger he began to play with the elastic, getting a complaint when he suddenly released it...

Why whenever you make me suffer I don't want time to pass.

It's love, my dear.

Gomez let's just run away, no matter what other people think.

We will someday darling…with a little tug they slip off to leave them strapped to the middle of her thighs.

Gómez's hand went up again until it reached his button and touched it, making him touch it and want to move, but the pressure that he exerted on his hip again made him want to let him continue doing it. So that every so often, he would stop rubbing her for a few seconds and run his fingers through her soaked pussy.... The kissing stopped when Gomez spoke.

My dear, when the classes are over, come with me to my house to spend vacations, I don't know how to live without you.

Joining her lips in a kiss.

[bisexual-yuri]

“Get Polished” (69 God) You infer what others want to hear and burn down your bridges They ain’t your bitches, Brigid Your bridges are here and you fight with a spear Toni my friend is a lover so dear Where is my passport it’s lost so I fear Oh meer, mía molé soul Tío lost control of her bones, no tía Mama mía bicicleta It’s all saved in her meta account, her whole life story Yep, you betcha No shits, no quits stored Stones with spiritual cleansing Fuck up and do the mending when you’re bored Laundry on the bannister on Mercury day Living lover on backwards slay Helped you to manipulate, she admitted it She benefitted from it She always does, she knows how to fuck up your shit Chicago bitch Sugar mid, raise a virtue signal 12 ills, take pills, program five 5-9, Dolly and Tim Horton, lacking change all day ACA all day who are free for the marriage To the message of their God Helper of the tradition of five stars in my recovery And life stone all alone he needs some milk Cannabis lover for free, Bonesey Mushrooms in crop circle country, love me Too shoot no better version of Rico Swill of familial satire why wine Wild left it away fantasía tonight Katita, Sarita, Jonathan is crisis and sad Mexican Spanish, problem, you mad We gotta raise a battle, por Sapo güey Fumando Mota, okay Buying plane tickets and not gay College buds and en la cara, not
gone alone and not wrong Mota on the field and you got songs Lemme got shit to raise Tell em to pray and know what to say Tell what God’s doing with you Right with you bitch and six inch Bittie dick rider violence Fine line with that East Coast Bitch 716 shit, NYC girlie pop sick NYC rhyme queen Ali, cheesy Fuck y’all too it’s something Sae don’t want to do Word Mother, did you drop the bomb on Ral?
Does he want to RP, just a pal?
Meet the Grahams and be responsible
Deepen the family, gritty, nasty
tell me your secrets, tell me to chill 
Girl, you need to hear this, you need to lose the trill
No frills
Snap memories of getting beat up at Timmies Timmy from choir lives at Frizzie’s Blonde bitches, 1.0 and 2.0, Twisted teas
Plant your money trees
Vanilla cream baby, put it in your coffee 
Switch and Mitch the girl, no ozempic Drugs and fights over diabetes said all wrong Sara, you can’t name drop people in your songs Ali can though, your GM is your BM baby daddy 
Rico ain’t your love, she ain’t free 
Bones aint for me
Little cave and little screens, scream
Kenny heard me say that Jostin loves him and went I aint gay That ain’t matter bitch, why would you pray like that? You carry yourself as king baby, they’re whole babies Other girls and ladies The man the myth the legend the nose job girl 
The uneven nostril girls 
Anna’s social work files, blow job bitches in the park honey That’s a low bar and a low ball
Which one of my so-called bitches knows Ali is a good kid 
Which tears love you and feel you in all the shame fry
More papers and lightning strikes
The nerve of you, he’s SICK Talk shit, Ali’s ripped, she’ll fuck you up 
Gotta have a kid with her, look at those hips
She’s got a big slip up under that skirt 
Flip it up, tell her to work for it 
That’s what they always say, girl it’s up to you to be alone
So I left and went home and fucked off 
Shit got a ring too this shit, she wears five of them Pentecost bitch, she’s the bones clocks for all of them She counts down to their murder on youtube live man
West coast east coast livers, spleens and offal Organs and truffles and other things pigs eat 
You ain’t that sweet baby 
Die in the world for FBI, being a bitch, clown around 
Real bitches challenge
Leak video to know who you is
Who is Ali, who is Sae Ra? Who is Sara? Keep that family away
Why did you move to New York? Is it because you fled from the girls
What happened to the friends you like? 
What color is Ali, and why does it matter, she’s high as a kite
Or is Ali a he? They’re confusing, a bird, it’s right
Have marriages live and broke

i love six o clock because the clock looks so stupid. "|" like get real

[imaginexmeintheuniverse]

Ok girlie I see your tags on the prompts and I’m. Here. For. It. Please do i’m the only one who gets your costume and apparently that makes you wanna rip my clothes off with my baby Peter maximoff I’m so freaking thirsty for him

i’m the only one whogets your costume and apparently that makes you wanna rip my clothes off +we’re secret friends with benefits and you accidentally wore my shirt to theparty so you’re pretending you came as me and it turns out your impression ofme is on point and you know me better than I know myself are you sure you’renot in love with me??

Word count: 1, 845

A/N: GIRL I GOT YOU

“I thought you said you weren’t going to dress up forthis,” Peter appears before you with a gust of wind that blows your loosehair back.

Raising an eyebrow at him, you lift your arms up at theelbows and reply, “I’m not…?”

The corners of his mouth curl up in a smirk as he looks youup and down, and realizes you aren’t aware that you’re wearing his shirt. Thelook of utter confusion on your face changes slowly as you look down to see thefamiliar Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moonalbum cover print on the front of your— well, Peter’s t-shirt.

“Shit.”You curse under your breath, hoping no one else will notice that the shirt yourwearing isn’t yours.

“Hey, isn’t that Peter’s shirt?” Jubilee chirps,popping up out of nowhere with Kurt by her side and you start to panic becausethat really didn’t take long. Normally,you probably wouldn’t make a huge deal about wearing a friend’s shirt, butPeter isn’t like the rest of your friends, given the circumstances whichresulted in you wearing it. You had stayed in Peter’s bed while he was gettinghis costume ready after your, ehm, activitiesearlier. Long story short, you must have left too quickly and picked up thewrong shirt from the pile of clothes on the floor as you made your swift exit.

“Uh, y-yeah��” you stutter, completely caughtoff-guard, and as if on cue, the rest of the squad shows up. Great.

“Is Y/N wearing Peter’s shirt?” Scott asks,slightly confused.

“Yeah,” Peter interjects, saving you from beinggrilled. “I’m so much cooler than all of you that she decided to dress upas me.”

“Wow, Y/N,” Warren dramatically puts a hand overhis chest. “I thought we had something special.”

“Way to put some effort into your costume,” Jean snorts,her lips curved in a teasing grin.

“Yeah, it seems like she’s just missing a little—”Peter zooms off before finishing his sentence, and as per usual, he’s back asfast as he left. You don’t have time to blink before you find yourself with hissilver leather jacket around your shoulders and he’s grinning down at you as hegently places his goggles on your head. You smile back up at him, silentlythanking him as you slide your arms through the sleeves of his flashy jacket.

“And what are you supposed to be?” Jubilee asks, examiningPeter like he’s a foreign entity.

It takes you no time at all recognize Peter’s costume; apin-striped suit, the jacket a little wide and boxy, his hair is slicked down,and to top it all off, a pencil moustache. You and Peter spent hoursmarathoning the Addams Family on old recorded tapes, how could you not know?

“I think he’s supposed to be a gangster like from thoseold movies you showed me,” Kurt guesses, and Peter shakes his head inresponse.

“I’m actually—”

“I think you gangster costume is missing a fedora,”Scott comments, and Peter drags out an exasperated sigh.

“All right, I give up,” Peter throws his hands upin surrender. “I’m gonna go get a drink.”

The crowd parts as he speeds his way through to therefreshments table— which at this point, is a punch bowl mixed withgod-knows-what, with  a stack of cups anda few bottles of different drinks and alcohol. Meanwhile, you and the rest ofthe group start to converse, dance, and play Halloween-themed party games. Uponrequest, you start doing your impression of Peter— which you totally nail— andhave everyone in a fit of laughter as the night goes on.

You can only dance around and play party games so muchbefore you become a sweaty mess, so you make a short trip to the bathroom tocool down. When you exit, you see Peter leaning back on the wall of thehallway, waiting for you with a red cup in each hand, one of which he holds outto you.

“Merci,”You accept the cup with a sly smile, and he seems taken aback. You eyes don’tleave his as you bring the cup up to your lips and you see his slightlysurprised expression change to a pleased one. “Don’t think I haven’tnoticed your costume, mon chérie.”

“Cara mía,”A smile takes over his features and there is nothing he can do to stop it. Infact, he’d be telling the biggest lie he’s ever told if he said that you beingthe only person to get his costume andspeaking French didn’t turn him on.

“So, what do you think of my impression of you?”you ask, a playful smirk curving your lips.

“It could use some work,” he says nonchalantly, shiftingso that his side leans on the wall.

“Please,”You roll your eyes, and punch him lightly on the bicep. “I totally nailedyou!”

“Yeah you did,” he smirks, as you mentally slapyourself because you should have seen it coming. “Speaking of which,”He takes a step closer to you and his voice takes on a mischievous tone. Yourchests are mere inches apart, and as the seconds pass, Peter  gets increasingly impatient. All he wants todo is tear your— err— his clothes offof you. “We should totally go somewhere and get weird with eachother.”

Dismissing his last comment, you take another sip of yourdrink. “I’ve got you pinned—”

“Yeah you will—”

“I know you better than you know yourself.” Yourgaze bores into his big brown eyes . His pupils are totally blown and there’s ahint of something else you can’t quite put your finger on. The tension onlythickens between you and him, and it feels different than the usual sexualbuild up. It’s the same feeling that made you rush out of his room earlier.

That feeling was so small when you and Peter first startedyour— for lack of a better word— arrangement.You were friends, but not that close; he was attractive, but not someone yousaw as a romantic prospect. As the weeks passed, you started hanging aroundmore with him afterwards, and him with you. Like every friends-with-benefitsagreement, you’re supposed to call it off the second someone catches feelings,but as you realized that afternoon, it turns out you’ve been repressing a lotof feelings for a while now.

To make things more confusing, it was something so simplethat brought on your great epiphany. You had stayed in his bed after sex,clothed in nothing but your underwear and one of his oversized sweaters whilehe showered. He came back to find you had fallen asleep, and woke you up withthe sweetest kiss. His lips felt softer than usual, he smelled of soap, and thewet tips of his hair tickled your cheeks. The smile you saw when you openedyour eyes, made you feel like you were exactly where you were supposed to be.The second he turned around and headed to his closet, it hit you all at onceand you panicked. That’s when you ditched the sweater and left in a hurry,picking up the wrong shirt in the process.

Going through your memory, you swear there are times wherehe had those feelings. Every time, you got scared and must have thought aboutcalling the whole thing off a dozen times, but you and him fell into a grooveand somewhere along the way you subconsciously got attached. And now, as hestands in front of you, you search his eyes for that same spark and you’re moreconfused than ever.

“So you’ve been paying attention to me,” You snortat the cocky expression on his face, once again repressing the hell out of yourfeelings and keep up the back and forth flirting game the two of you alwaysplay. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re in love with me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself—” You tip your cup andgulp down the rest of whatever liquid is in it— it tastes like rum and coke,but not quite the same. “We made rules for a reason, remember?” Ruleswhich you’ve already broken.

After all this time you’d think you’d be used to it, but itfeels like all oxygen has escaped your lungs when you notice that his lips are real close to yours. His eyes dart downand come back up to meet yours. “Are you sure you’re not in love with me,Y/L/N?” He’s giving you major heart palpitations and your stomach is doingsome crazy flips, but you definitely can’t tell him that.

“Don’t push it, Maximoff.” You crush the empty cupin your hand and watch it turn to dust and eventually disappear as you vaporizeit. “I’ll see you later— my room.” He’s not sure what it is aboutthat that kind of turns him on, but he definitely doesn’t hate it. Spinning onyour heel, you call over your shoulder as you make your way back to the party, “Andget rid of the pencil stache!”

Before you can join back with the rest of the squad, you’restopped by your best friend— and she just about startled the crap out of you.“So, were you ever going to tell me about you and Peter?”

“Were you eavesdropping?!”

“How long have you guys been a thing?”

“Were you— uh we're— we’re not a thing—”

“I’m gonna take a wild guess… three months?”

“Accurate.”

You and Jean keep going back and forth, her firing questionsat you, and you trying your best to dodge them until she asks the one thatstops you.

“How long have you been in love with him?”

You freeze for a moment before turning into a stutteringmess. “I-I- love? P-Peter? No— I don't—” You think your heart mightjump right out of your chest and you jump to the first conclusion you can thinkof. “You read my mind?!”

“Not yours,”she specifies, eyes darting over to where Peter is dancing like a mad man.“It’s hard not to hear histhoughts when he’s pretty much screaming them, trust me I’ve tried.”

“I swear I wanted to tell you, but we agreed on certain,ehm, terms and conditions when thisstarted— we thought it would be better if no one knew.”

“It’s okay,” you’re a little surprised, but gladthat she’s hugging you instead of being salty about not telling her. You’re notsure why you expected anything different, she’s always been supportive. “Butare you sure you’re not in love withhim?” It’s almost chilling; those same words came from Peter just momentsago. You look over to where he’s dancing like a total dad, and that samefeeling washes over you again. You’re not sure whether or not you can lie toyour best friend— it wouldn’t make a difference even if you did because youboth already know the answer to that question.

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[horosebi]

✦Canciones✦

┡ Pedido anónimo. ┧Escribes una canción y se las muestras en modo de declaración, también eres famosa/idol.

⊰ 𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓴𝓳𝓲𝓷 ⊱

Ahí estaba él, con la guitarra entre sus brazos y con sus dedos acariciando las cuerdas de ésta. Luego, estabas tú, con tu libreta a punto de sacar a luz los sentimientos que has logrado mantener durante un buen tiempo.

Levantó la mirada ofreciéndote una sonrisa cuando notó tu presencia, presentías que arruinarías la amistad que tenían pero igual, corrías con la suerte de que fuese despistado y no notara tu declaración.

― Jinnie, quiero mostrarte algo que compuse―asintió pasándote la guitarra, antes de comenzar a cantar, tragaste duro al ver que estaba muy atento a tus movimientos―. Ok, aquí vamos.

❝I just wanna scream out 'til my voice breaks Even if the tears fall and my heart hates me I just wanna know how I can save me Even if these three words choke and take me Baby, I love you...❞

No querías ver su rostro, ahí él lo supo, y fue ahí cuando te dió el beso que tenía guardado desde el primer día que te vio.

― También te amo―dijo entre besos.

⊰ 𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷 ⊱

Te recibió con una sonrisa cuando entraste a su estudio, ambos ya habían trabajo juntos en algunas canciones pero ésta vez sólo querías su “opinión”; ni siquiera sospechaba de tus intenciones.

Suspirando te sentaste en el pequeño sillón que estaba ahí, de tu bolso sacaste la memoria USB que contenía aquella arma que comenzabas a reconsiderar mostrársela, la conecto a su computador y pronto la melodía los lleno a ambos.

❝I kiss his fingertips As I'm wishing he's all mine He's giving me Elvis With some James Dean in his eyes Puts his lips on my neck  Makes me want to give him my body I be fallin' for you, baby And I just can't stop.❞

Tenía una idea, pero por otra parte no quería decir algo por si sus suposiciones eran erradas. Pero tú al ver sus acciones te decepcionaste un poco. Quizás aquello no había sido suficiente, bajaste la cabeza avergonzada por lo que dirías a continuación.

― Me gustas―no te lamentaste el haberlo dicho, porque sus labios hicieron contacto con los tuyos.

⊰ 𝓜𝓲𝓷 𝓨𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓲 ⊱

Habías desaparecido y, aunque le costara aceptarlo, su preocupación no lo dejaba estar. Te extrañaba, extrañaba que anduvieses por su estudio, extrañaba tu presencia más que nada.

Decidiste alejarte por un tiempo, ir a pasar tiempo con tu familia y meditar sobre el futuro de la relación inexistente que mantenías con Yoongi. No eran novios, ambos gustaban del otro, pero ninguno se atrevía a confesarlo; su escudo era la indiferencia y el tuyo el silencio.

Caminaste por los pasillos del lugar hasta quedar frente a la puerta de su estudio, te adentraste y te sentaste a su lado en la banqueta del piano que tanto amaba. Sólo pudo observarte con sorpresa, colocaste tus manos acariciando las teclas de éste, comenzando a desahogarte.

❝ Secret keeping, stop the bleeding Lost a little weight because I wasn't eating All the souls that I can't listen to, to tell the truth

Loving you was cool, and hot, and sweet

Loving you was young, and wild, and free.

Loving you was cool, and hot, and sweet

Loving you was sunshine, safe and sound.

A steady place to let down my defenses But loving you had consequences                    

Hesitation, awkward conversation

Running on low expectation

Every siren that I was ignoring I'm payin' for it.❞

― ¿Por qué te fuiste?

― Porque necesitaba alejarme un poco de ti―sonreíste―. Pero siempre vuelvo.

― Quédate conmigo―acarició tus mejillas acercándolos más―. No vuelvas a irte porque, voy a encontrarte.

Y finalmente, unió sus labios sellando su promesa.

⊰ 𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓗𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓸𝓴 ⊱

Era como ese dulce que tu mamá te prohibía comer cuando eras niño porque te dañaría las muelas pero lo comías igual, así lo sentías, hasta mirarlo se sentía un pecado glorioso. 

Para él, mirarte era una bendición y sentirte era su deseo más anhelado. Pero, lo suyo estaba bajo la dolorosa etiqueta de amistad, no querías eso, ya bastante tenias con verlo hablar muy animado con la chica que le coqueteaba todas las tardes que iba a la empresa a practicar.

Quizás él no se daba cuenta pero era demasiado evidente, así como su enamoramiento mutuo. Lo llamaste y con una sonrisa llegó a tu lado.

― Seoki, quiero mostrarte algo que hice para ti―colocaste uno de los audífonos en su oído y el otro en el tuyo―. Espero te guste.

❝ You don't need a lot of money Honey, you don't have to play no games All I need is all your loving To get the blood rushing through my veins I wanna say we're going steady Like it's 1954, No, It doesn't have to be forever Just as long as I'm the name On your tattooed heart.❞

Desde el inicio ninguno de los dos se permitió apartar la mirada del otro, cuando la canción terminó, ambos estaban totalmente sonrojados y cuando ibas a quitarle el audífono tomó tu mano entrelazando sus dedos.

― Entonces, ¿Irías a una cita conmigo?―sonreíste apartando la mirada, asentiste apretando su mano―. Desde ya te digo que soy muy meloso.

― Me encantas de toda manera.

⊰ 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓙𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷 ⊱

Años de amistad, era imposible no se enamoraran del otro dada la relación que llevaban. Se respetaban entre sí, se trataban como novios sin saberlo, porque sólo eran mejores amigos con sentimientos reprimidos. 

Se necesitaba ser ciego para no notar cómo se miraban, solían pasar sus tardes libres juntos o con los chicos. Jimin tenía miedo, podrías encontrar a alguien pronto, alguien que pudiese reemplazarlo y ser capaz de demostrarte todo lo que a él le cuesta.

Durante el tiempo que escribiste la canción tu comportamiento lo había inquietado, ese día estaban pasando el rato en tu casa, lo llamaste para enseñársela.

― La escribí para alguien muy especial―suspiraste apartando la mirada de él―. Están todos los sentimientos que no puedo expresar hablando.

❝ When the evening shadows and the stars appear And there is no one there to dry your tears Oh, I hold you for a million years To make you feel my loveI know you haven't made your mind up yet But I will never do you wrong I've known it from the moment that we met No doubt in my mind where you belong.❞

Es muy tarde, pensó Jimin, ella ya no puede ser mía. Su cara decayó como su corazón, si tan solo hubiese confesado sus sentimientos tiempo atrás esa canción sería para él.

― Para...―se tragó las lágrimas que amenazaban con salir―. ¿Para quién es?

― ¿En serio no lo sabes?, Creí que era muy obvio, Jimin-ah.

Sonriendo te abrazaste a su torso levantando tu cabeza para poder verlo de cerca, si uno de los dos hablaba sus labios entrarían en un exquisito toque.

― Espero gustarte también, Jimin-ssi.

Sin tiempo de nada, capturaste sus labios en un beso lento pero pasional, sentía que su corazón volvía a funcionar a la hora que corroboro que todo era real. Se separaron por falta de aire pero segundos después el chico los volvió a unir.

⊰ 𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓣𝓪𝓮𝓱𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓰 ⊱

En sí, él era fruto prohibido. La chica que lo tomaba del brazo lo confirmaba, pero, ¿Quién mandaba al corazón?

¿A caso había algún ser humano que se resistiera a su linda sonrisa, gestos encantadores y voz profunda?, que te perdonaran si te equivocabas, pero a tu criterio ese ser humano no existía.

Llegaba a tu casa todas las noches quejándose de ella, que lo hicieras olvidar que al día siguiente tendría que volver a ver su cara, de ahí surgía la interrogante, “¿Por qué no la deja?”

Te hacía daño ver cómo te utilizaba, quizás no se daba cuenta de lo que causaba haciéndote la segunda opción, el dolor era latente. Esa noche fue suficiente para ti, le cantaste la canción que escribiste recientemente.

❝ This night, no, I don't wanna talk about her Tonight, I really wanna fix your hurt 'Cause I can see it in your face Your heart is breaking, heart is breaking No, this night, no, I don't wanna hear her name Tonight, no, I don't wanna play her games 'Cause I, I really wanna be the one to take you One to take you home.

If I get my way, I'mma take care of you I can take her place, let me get my way, ooh If you let me try, just one night, I can prove I can take her place, let me get my way, ooh.❞

Atónito, su mente en blanco. Reíste con nerviosismo ante su silencio, ahora él veía la transparencia y dolor en tus expresiones sintiéndose culpable de que alguien tan especial para él sufriera.

― ¿Te molesta si te recompenso todo el tiempo pasado?―frunciste tu entrecejo sin entender―. Te mereces todo lo que ella no recibió, hasta más.

Entreabriste tus labios para soltar palabras que nunca salieron, porque Tae aprovecho para presionar y mover sus labios contra los tuyos. Te separaste pensando correctamente, él tenía novia y no debían estar haciendo eso.

― Si es quien creo que te preocupa―volvió a por tus labios―. Terminé con ella antes de venir aquí.

⊰ 𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓴𝓸𝓸𝓴 ⊱

Tus inseguridades salieron a flote haciendo que corrieras y lo evadieras por días ignorando sus llamadas y mensajes. Era estúpido y lo sabías, pero tenías miedo de tus sentimientos y del poder corresponderle.

Jungkook se sentía patético por haberse enamorado de su mejor amiga y que a parte lo había rechazado, o eso creía. El día de tu concierto más grande desde tu debut, invitaste a todos los chicos, él había prometido estar ahí.

Se encontraba impaciente junto a sus hyungs en backstage, quería verte porque en un mensaje que le enviaste, después de tantos días, decía “tengo una sorpresa”. Sabiendo lo curioso que era tomaste tus medidas para evitar que te viera antes de subir al escenario.

Todo en el concierto iba de lo más normal, hasta que al finalizar todo el estadio quedó en silencio.

― Oigan―acomodaste el protector auditivo con una sonrisa nerviosa―. Escribí una canción y como hoy es una noche muy especial para mí, creo que es el momento correcto y, es una sorpresa para alguien allá atrás.

❝ You've been on my mind I grow fonder every day Lose myself in time Just thinking of your face God only knows why it's taken me So long to let my doubts go You're the only one that I wantI don't know why I'm scared I've been here before Every feeling, every word I've imagined it all You'll never know if you never try To forget your past and simply be mine.❞

Conforme la canción avanzaba más rápidos eran los latidos de su corazón, ¿era a caso aquella canción tu respuesta? 

Lo supo entonces cuando llegaste a él con las mejillas sonrojadas contagiandolo, te envolvió con sus brazos una vez que estuviste a su alcance.

― ¿Eso fue un si?

― Más que eso―poniéndote de puntillas alcanzaste sus labios, te elevó más enredando sus brazos en tu cintura aceptando el beso anunciador de un nuevo comienzo, separándose por las burlas de los seis miembros presentes.

¡Felicidades ARMYs!, fue un día bastante bueno si dejamos de lado el desastre que hicieron en el aeropuerto. ¡En fin!, espero lo hayan disfrutado. 

[ldrangell]

I hate that man,

I hate that MAN

-but oh cara mía… how I love him

[bisexual-yuri]

“Get Polished” (69 God) You infer what others want to hear and burn down your bridges They ain’t your bitches, Brigid Your bridges are here and you fight with a spear Toni my friend is a lover so dear Where is my passport it’s lost so I fear Oh meer, mía molé soul Tío lost control of her bones, no tía Mama mía bicicleta It’s all saved in her meta account, her whole life story Yep, you betcha No shits, no quits stored Stones with spiritual cleansing Fuck up and do the mending when you’re bored Laundry on the bannister on Mercury day Living lover on backwards slay Helped you to manipulate, she admitted it She benefitted from it She always does, she knows how to fuck up your shit Chicago bitch Sugar mid, raise a virtue signal 12 ills, take pills, program five 5-9, Dolly and Tim Horton, lacking change all day ACA all day who are free for the marriage To the message of their God Helper of the tradition of five stars in my recovery And life stone all alone he needs some milk Cannabis lover for free, Bonesey Mushrooms in crop circle country, love me Too shoot no better version of Rico Swill of familial satire why wine Wild left it away fantasía tonight Katita, Sarita, Jonathan is crisis and sad Mexican Spanish, problem, you mad We gotta raise a battle, por Sapo güey Fumando Mota, okay Buying plane tickets and not gay College buds and en la cara, not
gone alone and not wrong Mota on the field and you got songs Lemme got shit to raise Tell em to pray and know what to say Tell what God’s doing with you Right with you bitch and six inch Bittie dick rider violence Fine line with that East Coast Bitch 716 shit, NYC girlie pop sick NYC rhyme queen Ali, cheesy Fuck y’all too it’s something Sae don’t want to do Word Mother, did you drop the bomb on Ral?
Does he want to RP, just a pal?
Meet the Grahams and be responsible
Deepen the family, gritty, nasty
tell me your secrets, tell me to chill 
Girl, you need to hear this, you need to lose the trill
No frills
Snap memories of getting beat up at Timmies Timmy from choir lives at Frizzie’s Blonde bitches, 1.0 and 2.0, Twisted teas
Plant your money trees
Vanilla cream baby, put it in your coffee 
Switch and Mitch the girl, no ozempic Drugs and fights over diabetes said all wrong Sara, you can’t name drop people in your songs Ali can though, your GM is your BM baby daddy 
Rico ain’t your love, she ain’t free 
Bones aint for me
Little cave and little screens, scream
Kenny heard me say that Jostin loves him and went I aint gay That ain’t matter bitch, why would you pray like that? You carry yourself as king baby, they’re whole babies Other girls and ladies The man the myth the legend the nose job girl 
The uneven nostril girls 
Anna’s social work files, blow job bitches in the park honey That’s a low bar and a low ball
Which one of my so-called bitches knows Ali is a good kid 
Which tears love you and feel you in all the shame fry
More papers and lightning strikes
The nerve of you, he’s SICK Talk shit, Ali’s ripped, she’ll fuck you up 
Gotta have a kid with her, look at those hips
She’s got a big slip up under that skirt 
Flip it up, tell her to work for it 
That’s what they always say, girl it’s up to you to be alone
So I left and went home and fucked off 
Shit got a ring too this shit, she wears five of them Pentecost bitch, she’s the bones clocks for all of them She counts down to their murder on youtube live man
West coast east coast livers, spleens and offal Organs and truffles and other things pigs eat 
You ain’t that sweet baby 
Die in the world for FBI, being a bitch, clown around 
Real bitches challenge
Leak video to know who you is
Who is Ali, who is Sae Ra? Who is Sara? Keep that family away
Why did you move to New York? Is it because you fled from the girls
What happened to the friends you like? 
What color is Ali, and why does it matter, she’s high as a kite
Or is Ali a he? They’re confusing, a bird, it’s right
Have marriages live and broke

[esuemmanuel]

Las Epístolas de Samael.

IX.

“No dañes más”, me dijo mientras extendía sus brillantes alas ante las mías, que yacían heridas en mi espalda. “No vacíes más a quienes te han amado… No les robes la paz”, insistía al tanto que comenzaba a volar. Y yo, herido, lloraba ante su frialdad.

“Robar… Vaciar… Dañar”, me repetía, una y otra vez, esas palabras en mi mente, tanto como las dibujaba en mis labios trémulos. “Si todos somos nacidos del vacío, ¿cómo es que puedo vaciar?”, ésta era mi duda y la pregunta que no lograba responder, que no era capaz de comprender, pues todo lo que había experimentado desde que nací fue vacío. Fui creado de Él, y no sólo Yo, sino Todo y todas las cosas. ¿Dónde estaba la tan vituperada vastedad que Ella defendía y por la cual  me culpaba haberla perdido? No era capaz de verse a la cara, ni siquiera fue lo suficientemente sensata para callarse, pues si habíamos caído tan bajo fue porque así lo quisimos. No dejamos el séptimo cielo por ordenes de Nuestro Padre, sino por nuestra terquedad y, me atrevo a decir, nuestra inocencia; porque, si… éramos inocentes, ingenuos e infantiles. Dos ángeles recién nacidos que no pudieron contener las ganas de sentirse humanos.

Y, sin embargo, me siento en paz. Tan en paz que podría ayudar al viento con las hojas que ha de acariciar de aquél árbol viejo que gusta de mirar. Tan en paz que el sol no me causa otra cosa más que el disfrute de su tibio calor ante la calma del mar. Y sonrío… Expongo mi sosiego en una amplia sonrisa que provoca a las olas cantar. Amo la vida… Amo tanto mi libertad que verla corrompida me llena de intranquilidad.

The Epistles of Samael.

IX.

"Hurt no more," he said to me as he spread his shining wings before mine, which lay wounded on my back. "Empty no more those who have loved you... Do not rob them of their peace," he insisted as he began to fly. And I, wounded, wept at his coldness.

"Steal... Empty... Hurt," I repeated, over and over again, those words in my mind, as much as I drew them on my trembling lips. "If we are all born of emptiness, how is it that I can empty?", this was my doubt and the question that I could not answer, that I was not able to understand, for all that I had experienced since birth was emptiness. I was created from Him, and not only I, but Everything and all things; where was the much-maligned vastness that Ella defended and for which I blamed myself for having lost it? Ella was not capable of looking herself in the face, she was not even sensible enough to keep quiet, for if we had fallen so low it was because we wanted to. We did not leave the seventh heaven on Our Father's orders, but because of our stubbornness and, dare I say it, our innocence; for, yes... we were innocent, naïve and childish. Two newborn angels who could not contain their desire to feel human.

And yet, I feel at peace. So at peace that I could help the wind with the leaves it has to caress from that old tree it likes to look at. So at peace that the sun causes me nothing but the enjoyment of its warmth against the calm of the sea. And I smile... I expose my calmness in a wide smile that makes the waves sing. I love life... I love my freedom so much that seeing it corrupted fills me with uneasiness.

— Esu Emmanuel©

[theatredirectors]

Rebecca Martinez

Hometown?

Denver, Colorado. Where are you now?

I’m a proud resident of Flatbush, Brooklyn. What’s your current project?

I’m currently working on Songs About Trains with Radical Evolution (I’m co-directing it with Taylor Reynolds). I’ve been working on the piece with Radical Evolution since the fall of 2017, the next iteration will be at the Ice Factory Festival in July 2019. The show is mostly music, taken from the canon of folk songs about the railroad that celebrates the many different cultural groups that helped build and maintain the railroad, focusing on some whose contribution has often been erased from dominant culture history. Why and how did you get into theatre?

As a kid, I wanted to be either an actor, a server, or a teacher. Lucky enough for me, I’ve been all three, though I had a hard time as a server because I couldn’t remember anyone’s order. That aside, I didn’t study acting in school, but took private classes and then was cast in both the folkloric dance company and a Spanish-language touring show at Milagro in Portland, Oregon, a theatre company that focuses on Latinx work. Milagro gave me the opportunity to play in theatre and I did everything I could, from writing to directing to choreography. I then began to work with Sojourn Theatre, an ensemble company that creates new work nationally, much of it devised, much of it participatory, much of it rooted in community partnerships. I still work with both companies and these two aesthetics influence who I am today as an artist. I love storytelling, from epic to intimate, and believe that stories are a way to create empathy and understanding between people who are strangers. But beyond that, there are exciting opportunities that exist with this group of strangers who have come together to witness the story. I’m interested in what we can do with these groups of strangers who have voluntarily come together to share a space that normally they might never share, people with different viewpoints, political beliefs, values. And what we can do to get these folx connected to each other, as well as to the story itself. What is your directing dream project?

I love work that I can play with, that I can help develop and explore with other collaborators. I love poetic text, lots of movement and dance. I love working with live musicians and song. Work that feels wild and rich and intimate and quiet all in the same event. What kind of theatre excites you?

I get excited by theatre that surprises me, that leaps out of expected form into something else. Theatre that breaks the very rules it tries to set up. What do you want to change about theatre today?

Once, I heard a white male artistic director of a large, well-funded institution say that he didn’t care who was in the audience. He didn’t care what they looked like, what background they came from, or what age they were. He just cared that they came and bought tickets. He also, incidentally, said that he programmed plays that mostly featured someone like him (white, cis- male) at the center of the story. I want this type of attitude to change. I want theatres to care deeply about who is in their audience, but also about who is NOT coming to the theatre and why.

What are the barriers preventing them from coming? What historic relationships (or lack thereof) exist that make some folx feel welcome and others not? Equity in representation, hiring practices, salaries. Look at who is getting the majority of jobs and who is not represented and fix it. It’s not that hard, but it takes commitment. Accessibility in the work, in the ticket prices, in who can physically get into and around the buildings. Look at who the work is for. Deep community engagement; how theatre companies can be, not just disseminators of art, but a community resource and exchange. What is your opinion on getting a directing MFA?

I don’t have one and for years I let that hold me back from opportunities because I didn’t think I deserved them. However, the more I dig, the more I find folx who also don’t have an MFA, and we’re making our way through other channels. I thought I needed one for validation, that my work wouldn’t count without it, which isn’t true. The road might be a bit easier and shorter road with an MFA, but I think what counts in the end is how you do the work and the relationships you build while doing it. Fellowships have been instrumental in connecting me with people within the industry as well as introducing me to mentors and peers who I am building lifelong relationships with. That being said, I’ve talked to lots of folx who found that an MFA was exactly what they needed to focus on their work. Know yourself and what you need. Do the research and talk to lots of folks and make a decision that is right for you. Who are your theatrical heroes?

Anyone who self produces a show. Michael Rohd and my fellow Sojourn Theatre ensemble members Lxs veteranxs who have been paving the way for years, under-funded, under-resourced, overlooked by the dominant culture, for us Latinx artists today. Companies such as Pregones, Puerto Rican Traveling Theatre, INTAR, Repertorio Español, IATI, El Teatro Campesino, Milagro Theatre, Latino Theater Company, Su Teatro, and Cara Mía Theatre are just a few of the myriad of companies that have been around for decades making work because “mainstream” culture didn’t offer opportunities. The Latinx Theatre Commons Any advice for directors just starting out?

Follow your curiosity. Meet directors whose work interests you and take them out for coffee. See as much work as you can. Meet playwrights, meet designers, find people who are interested in similar work as you. Do the work. Direct everything you can, clarify your interests and vision. Plugs!

Songs About Trains at the Ice Factory Festival at the New Ohio Theatre! July 10-13, 2019! http://newohiotheatre.org/icefactory2019.htm Miss You Like Hell at Baltimore Center Stage September - October 2019! https://www.centerstage.org/plays-and-events/2019-20-season-announcement

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