#Look de boda

[makeupvartiz]

Consejos de Belleza para Novias en Cancún: Cómo Elegir a Make Up Vartiz

Preparar tu boda en Cancún es un sueño hecho realidad, pero asegurarte de lucir radiante en tu gran día es esencial. Descubre los consejos de belleza clave para novias que se casan en el paraíso caribeño de Quintana Roo y cómo "Make Up Vartiz" puede hacer

Cancún, Quintana Roo, es un lugar de ensueño para celebrar tu boda, y en un día tan especial, quieres lucir radiante. Una de las claves para lograrlo es contar con una maquilladora excepcional que realce tu belleza natural y te haga sentir espectacular. En este artículo, te presentaremos consejos de belleza para novias en Cancún y te mostraremos por qué “Make Up Vartiz” es la elección perfecta…

[every-sanji]

[404files]

" ¿que prometa no hacer escándalo? soy la persona más tranquila de toda maldita francia " replica, dejando en claro que no tenía la paciencia para tanto suspenso. quizá es por eso que presta atención a los detalles, como las sonrisas y miradas cómplices entre sus amigos. nai no quería adelantarse a los hechos, pero sólo había una noticia por parte de ambos que podía darle felicidad. " es totalmente lo que estoy pensando " anticipa con seguridad, para segundos después dirigir su mirada a la mano de jisoo, donde sospechas son confirmadas por el resplandor del anillo en su dedo. así, con todo su pesar, tiene que darle la razón a dalyong cuando suelta un grito ahogado, llamando la atención de varias personas a su alrededor. " ¡por fin! joder, creí que moriría antes de que esto sucediera " en automático se abalanza para brindarles un abrazo poco cómodo, sacudiéndolos de un lado a otro, casi tumbando su propia silla en el proceso. " ¡hay que brindar! ¡quiero que me cuenten todo! " regresa a su lugar, sonrisa tan amplia como si hubiese ganado la lotería. tailandés no era fanático de las bodas, pero lo que había iniciado como un juego para molestarlos por comportarse como una pareja casada, en algún punto se volvió un verdadero deseo de verlos contraer nupcias. " en serio, me alegro por ustedes. ya era hora de que sentaran cabeza oficialmente. " / @ramenstation

vira los ojos ante queja de parte de nai, sus labios formando una sonrisa llena de gracia. "muy gracioso que vernos tomarnos de las manos sea tu limite." palabras salen bañadas de diversión. "¿dos, quizás?" responde a su, ahora, prometido, su mirada desviandose hacia él por un momento. no quiere mencionar mucho más y es que probablemente menor se de cuenta con rapidez cual es el secreto que tanto ocultan y no quieren soltar de una sola vez. sus propios labios lo traicionan al formar una sonrisa al percibir entusiasmo. "no vas a tener un regalo pero quizás estes feliz de todas formas... o eso espero." se dirige hacia nai antes dejar un leve apretón a la mano de dalyong que sostiene para luego dejarla ir. "esta bien." asiente ante pregunta del mayor. siente un cosquilleo cálido recorrer su pecho, emoción irradiando de él. incluso la idea de estar a punto de decirlo en voz la alta lo llena de una felicidad difícil de describir. mueve su mano para dejar por completo a la vista de opuesto el anillo que adorna su dedo anular; el anuncio de un compromiso. "dalyong y yo vamos a casarnos." anuncia sin poder contenerlo más, si sus labios antes lucían una sonrisa ahora curvan una mucho más amplia. / @404files

[khaylin27]

loml

pairing: carlos sainz x norris reader; oscar piastri x norris reader; lando norris x sister reader

series: the tortured poets department

synopsis: after leaving y/n norris at the alter, he sees how she heals and builds the life that she's always wanted for herself with another driver. he realizes that he lost the love of his life because he thought he would win a world championship with ferrari. ultimately, he lost the love of his life and is getting replaced by lewis hamilton.

warnings: infidelity; depression; mentions of sex

author's note: you guys kept asking about carlos' pov so here it is! this might be the last fic for this little series. if you want more content from this series please put it in my 'ask me anything' tab!

Who's gonna stop us from waltzing Back into rekindled flames? If we know the steps anyway

The day that Carlos left Y/N at the alter, he decided to waltz back into his favorite bar in Madrid. Every time Carlos and Y/N had come home to visit his family, he would make an excuse about 'hanging out with friends' but he was really hooking up with rekindled flames from the past.

"Hola Carlos, ¿qué haces aquí hoy? Pareces muy disfrazado. ¿Fuiste a una boda o algo así? Hey Carlos, what are you doing here today? You look all dressed up. Did you go to a wedding or something?" The pretty bartender that he's hooked up with before asks Carlos. She knows him so well that she makes him a drink.

"Sí, dejé mi propia boda. Yeah, I left my own wedding." Carlos says as he chugs down his alcohol then asks for another round.

"¡Te fuiste de tu propia boda! You walked away from your own wedding!" The bartender exclaims as she passes him another round of his drink "¿Qué pasó? Pensé que ella iba a ser la indicada ya que ustedes dos estuvieron juntos durante años. What happened? I thought she was going to be the one since you two were together for years"

I thought I was better safe than starry-eyed I felt aglow like this Never before and never since

"Fue mi culpa. Pensé que sería mejor estar seguro que tener los ojos estrellados. Yo quiero ganar el Campeonato del Mundo con Ferrari mientras ella quiere casarse y formar una familia. No quiero eso. It was my fault. I thought I would be better safe than starry eyed. I want to win World Champion with Ferrari while she wants to get married and start a family. I don't want that." Carlos explains to the bartender as he finishes another drink.

The bartender takes his empty glass. "Bueno, ella te dio unbrillo que ninguna otra puta podría darte. Well she gave you a glow that no other whore could ever give you." She gives Carlos yet another round.

Carlos understood what she meant. Y/N had given him aglow of life that he's never had before and he's pretty sure he won't have it after this.

If you know it in one glimpse, it's legendary You and I go from one kiss to gettin married

Every night after leaving Y/N at the alter, Carlos' dreams give him glimpses of his relationship with Y/N. From him meeting Y/N for the first time at the McLaren office and finding out that she was his teammate's sister.

"Carlos, this is my sister, Y/N." Lando introduces Y/N to Carlos. "Y/N, this is my teammate, Carlos." Y/N smiles at Carlos.

"Hello Carlos, it's nice to meet you. I'll be around a lot since Lando always needs a baby sitter." Y/N and Carlos laugh at her joke while Lando was being pouty about it.

"It's nice to meet you too Y/N. I understand that Lando needs a baby sitter from time to time." Carlos looks at Lando and sees his pouty face. "Hey fix your face compañero buddy, your best friends are getting along."

"I don't like when my best friends pin against me." Lando jokes about them. "I hope it's not like this all the time."

"Maybe, maybe not. We'll see." Y/N smiles mischievously at Carlos and leaves to Lando's office to get work done.

****

After a couple weeks of seeing Y/N at the office, Carlos decided to make the first move with Y/N. He invited her on a date at nice restaurant in London. During the date, you guys talked about your childhoods, aspirations, and dreams.

"What's your biggest dream?" Carlos asks Y/N.

Y/N finishes taking a sip of her white wine. "Well my dream is to get married and start a family. I've always wanted that growing up. Hopefully the love of my life will come soon." Y/N lets out a breathy laugh.

Carlos hums at your response. "Maybe I'm the love of your life." He jokes.

Y/N gets up from her seat and moves to Carlos. "Maybe." She kisses him as a response. "Maybe we'll go from one kiss to gettin married."

Little did he know that they didn't.

You Holy Ghost, you told me I'm the love of your life

You said I'm the love of your life

About a million times

When Covid lockdown happened, Carlos and Y/N decided to take their relationship to the next level by moving in together. Only certain people knew about their relationship including Lando. One day, McLaren had asked Y/N to do a zoom interview with Will Buxton asking about your life.

"Hello Y/N! How are you doing?" Will asks as zoom starts recording Y/N's interview.

"I'm doing okay Will. Trying my best during the covid lockdown. How are you?" Y/N smile at the camera. Carlos was behind Y/N's computer while Y/N was doing her interview.

"I'm doing okay as well. Thank you for asking Y/N. We've set up this interview to get to know you better as a person. The fans only know you as 'Lando's sister and travel buddy.' So please tell us your story."

"Well Lando is my younger brother so I always took care of him ever since I was three. My family and I have always supported his F1 career. When my parents couldn't go support him during his karting and junior days, I would always go and support him. Once he got the opportunity to join Formula 1 with McLaren, he asked me to join him. So I left my job and decided to follow him around the world." Y/N explains her story to Will.

"That's amazing to hear." Will flips another questionnaire card. "So Y/N rumors around the paddock are saying you're with a certain Spanish driver." Y/N looks behind the camera and sees an intrigued Carlos listening to Will. "Is it true?"

"Yes, the rumors are true." Y/N smiles at the camera then to Carlos. "I'm so happy that we met through McLaren. He's the love of my life."

"Are you quarantining together during this lockdown?"

"Yes we are." Y/N laughs and gets Carlos' attention to come into the camera. "Say hi to Will babe."

Carlos pulls up a chair next to Y/N and says hi to Will. "It's good to see you Carlos. I know this is Y/N's interview but the viewers want to know about your relationship with her."

"Well, Y/N and I met through McLaren and Lando. She was my office crush at headquarters until I had the guts to ask her out. From there we both confessed that we had feelings for each other. She tells me I'm the love of her life about a million times a day." Y/N smiles at Carlos and gives him a kiss.

Who's gonna tell me the truth When you blew in with the winds of fate And told me I reformed you

Who knew that the winds of fate would ruin Carlos and Y/N's relationship? Once Carlos moved to Ferrari, he developed a slight drinking addiction to numb the pain of leaving McLaren. Carlos was was slowly fading away from Y/N because she would always remind him about what he had in McLaren.

Carlos can tell that he reformed Y/N from what she used to be. She would go out to every event he went to at his time in McLaren, but now she never got invited to Ferrari events.

Since Y/N wasn't invited to Ferrari events, he would start hooking up with the ladies invited to the event. Then when he got home, he would wake up Y/N from her sleep to have sex with her.

Who was going to tell Y/N the truth about Carlos' affairs?

When your impressionist paintings of Heaven Turned out to be fakes Well, you took me to hell, too

When Y/N got invited to a Ferrari event, she had found Carlos drunk and hooking up with a lady at the event. She left the event by herself while Carlos was still hooking up with other ladies. Once Carlos comes home, drunk, he asks Y/N to have sex.

"No Carlos." Y/N says as she tries to go back to sleep.

"Why not hermosa? beautiful You looked so pretty in that dress you wore?" Carlos peppers her arm and back with kisses trying to get her in the mood for sex.

"Carlos stop. I'm pissed off at you right now." She sits up and looks at him. She could tell he was drunk because he didn't care that you were crying. "I'm pissed off that I spent so much of my youth on you. We left the only place that we were happy at thinking it was better for you but it wasn’t. Only for you to hookup with a whore at an event while I was there. What happens when I’m not there? Is that why Ferrari doesn’t invite me to anything??"

"I'm sorry hermosa. beautiful It’s just been emotionally draining after the past couple of months." He hugs her.

"I know it's been but you're not helping if you keep doing this." As Y/N wipes her tears she then add. "I thought this move would be better for both of us. Remember how we dreamed of getting married and starting a family?"

"That's not my dream Y/N, that's your dream. My dream is to be World Champion and I won't let any distractions get in my way." That was like a slap in the face when Carlos told her this. It's like the impressionist paintings of the life they've talked about turned fake.

****

After the night of the Ferrari event, Y/N decided to not go to Ferrari events and the garage. During the 2021 of the Russian Grand Prix, Lando had spun and grazed the wall on one of his laps that caused him to not win the Russian Grand Prix. Carlos on the other hand got podium that day. Instead of celebrating with Y/N, he decided to party and hookup with more whores.

“Why the hell weren’t you with me celebrating my win?” Carlos yells at Y/N while she's sitting on the couch just staring at him.

“Didn’t think you needed me since that whore was wrapped around you.” Y/N saw the photos that F1 gossip accounts were posting on Twitter about him.

Carlos looks at her with frustration. “I’m sorry hermosa beautiful but I needed to let off the excitement .” Y/N roles her eyes at his response.

“‘Let off the excitement’ you have a girlfriend at home waiting for you.” Y/n explained to him.

“Well you should’ve been around me instead of that girl.” He says putting the blame back on Y/N.

“I was taking care of my brother. Your best friend that could’ve won today but didn’t. At least try to comfort your best friend instead of having whores going around you.”

“I swear ever since that night, you’ve just abandoned me and everything we’ve built.”

Y/n laughs at what Carlos says, “you’re saying I’ve abandoned you and everything we’ve built. Oh honey, I’m just going down with it.”

Y/N knuckles are turning white as she was clenching the pillow so she wouldn’t cry in front of him. “I’m leaving to London to be with Lando. Fix whatever is going on with you to fix this relationship.” Y/N knew deep down that Carlos resented her for what she said that night.

Carlos took put her through hell in their relationship.

If you know it in one glimpse It's legendary What we thought was for all time Was momentary

2024

The 2024 season started back up at the beginning of March at the Bahrain Grand Prix. Carlos had heard rumors that Y/N was back in the paddock with her boyfriend. Carlos didn't know who Y/N's new boyfriend was until he saw her talking with Alexandra.

Carlos and Charles walk up to Alex and Y/N. This was the first time they'll be seeing each other physically before the failed wedding. "Hi, Y/N. How are you?" Charles asks.

"I'm doing very well. Alex was telling me you guys are getting baby dachshund in a few weeks." Carlos was staring at Y/N because she had this glow that she once had at the beginning of their relationship. Y/N just ignores Carlos and pays attention to her conversation with Alex and Charles.

Alex tells Charles about what she said about the baby dachshund. "We're excited about starting our family by adding Leo." Charles smiles while talking about his baby dachshund. "But one day, we'll start our own human family."

'I'm happy for you guys for starting a family." Y/N smile at them. "I've always wanted to start a family of my own. Right Carlos?" Y/N asks him since he was listen to the conversation as well. Carlos was too stunned to speak. He used to remember the times he and Y/N would talk about getting married and starting a family.

While Carlos was reflecting on the past, two drivers wearing papaya colored race suits join the conversation. "What are we talking about?" Lando asks.

"We were talking about Charles and Alexandra starting a family by them getting a dog." Carlos says completely ignoring Y/N's question. He notices Oscar back hugging Y/N while she was listening to the conversation. I guess Y/N's new boyfriend is Lando's rookie teammate. She has a type, McLaren men.

"I'm getting a nephew! I thought Y/N would give me on before you Charles." Lando says jokingly to the group. Everyone except for Carlos laughs at Lando's joke.

"One day we'll give you a nephew or niece mate." Oscar says to the group then looks at Y/N. "Let me put a ring on her finger and get tied to her first before that." Carlos notices Y/N's smile at what Oscar says. He missed when she smiled at him like that.

Still alive, killing time at the cemetery Never quite buried You cinephile in black and white All those plot twists and dynamite

After Carlos got his appendix removed and won the Australian Grand Prix, he never expected the news that came from f1news instagram account. It was photos of Y/N and Oscar's wedding that they had in Australia. This was a plot twist that was ready to explode like dynamite for him.

He didn't know how to feel seeing Y/N finally getting married to none other than Oscar. His feelings for her were still alive, killing time at the cemetery, never quite buried.

He saw black and white that night as he decided to get wasted in an Australian club and hooking up with whores.

f1news HEARTBREAK SEASON FOR CARLOS SAINZ: After the Ferrari driver's first win of the season, he finds himself at a club after the news broke that his ex fiancé, Y/N Norris, got married to McLaren driver, Oscar Piastri days after his win. It doesn't help that he doesn't have a driver seat for next year since Ferrari has decided to sign 7 time World Champion, Lewis Hamilton.

user1 KARMA IS A BITCH HAHAHA

user2 carlos left y/n at the alter in july 2022, now she's happy and married with oscar. carlos is missing out on the life he could've had.

user3 so long carlos 👋 our girl is in her happy married era

You talked me under the table Talking rings and talking cradles I wish I could un-recall How we almost had it all

After the intense race for Lando in Emilia Romagna, Carlos decided to visit Lando in his private room. "Lando where are you?"

Lando opens the door wide to let the Spanish driver in, "What's up Carlos?"

"I just wanted to congratulate you on getting 2nd. It was one hell of a fight." He smiles at Lando until he looks around and is confused what's going on. "Why are you guys here?" Asking Charles and Alexandra.

Alexandra, happy for some reason he didn't know says, "Y/N is pregnant. Isn't it exciting?"

"It is," Carlos notices pregnancy glow radiating off you. "Oscar was so excited when we found out we were going to have a baby girl. As soon as we told Lando about the gender, him and Oscar were online shopping on the couch together." Carlos notices how happy Y/N was talking about her pregnancy to Alexandra.

"My niece needs to have the best of the best. Oscar and I were looking at the McLaren merch to see if the factory can make baby versions of it." Carlos didn't care what Lando was saying because all of his attention was on Y/N.

He remembered when he would talk about rings and cradles with Y/N during the pandemic. He wishes he could un-recall how he almost had it all. Instead of him wrapping his arms around her midsection. Oscar's hands were wrapped around her and her midsection. "Carlos are you listening?"

"Yeah," Carlos coughs. "Congrats on your pregnancy Y/N and Oscar." Carlos says and leaves the McLaren room sad about what he could've had.

Our field of dreams, engulfed in fire Your arson's match your somber eyes And I'll still see it until I die You're the loss of my life

It was the end of the Monaco Grand Prix, Charles had won the race, Oscar was in second place, and Carlos got third. As Carlos was getting out of his car, he sees Oscar running to you giving you hugs and kisses. The cameras were on the two of you since this was your first time showing your baby bump in public. Tears were threatening to fall off Carlos' eyes as he sees Oscar knelling down to kiss your baby bump. He was seeing the field of dreams he once reserved for you now engulfed in fire.

Carlos rubs his somber eyes and heads to the podium before the media sees him. Carlos watches the McLaren team plus Lando, lift Oscar away from Y/N so that he can get to the podium. From there you guys are received your trophies but Carlos' eyes were on you smiling happily at your husband. Once the national anthems were played, the drivers sprayed each other with champagne. Carlos couldn't care less about his win because he lost the love of his life.

****

Once Charles was done with his post race interview, the interviewer starts talking to Oscar. "Congrats Oscar on your first podium of the season and becoming a father soon. It's amazing how these two happened weeks apart."

"Thank you for the congratulations. From getting married at my home country, to finding out we'll be having a baby girl, to now getting my first podium of the season. I'm truly on a high with life right now." Oscar smiles at the camera knowing that Y/N always watches the post race interviews.

"Right now McLaren is in 3rd place for constructor's standings compared to last year's standings at 6th place. Tell me what you and Lando are doing for the team." The interviewer asks.

"Well Lando has been on a winning streak getting podiums after China but to be honest we're not doing anything different. It's all my wife's doing. I joke with her that she's like heroin but this time with an 'E' at the end." Everyone except for Carlos in the room laughs at Oscar's little joke.

"And soon you're going to be having a baby girl." Charles adds to the conversation. "You'll have two lucky charms on track." They both smile at the interviewer before they move on to Carlos' interview.

"Carlos, how are you feeling after being third on the podium today?" The interviewer asks Carlos.

Carlos rubs his somber eyes before talking, "It's okay. It's another win but I'm happy that Charles got first at his home race." Carlos said caring less about the interview.

"How do you feel about seeing your ex fiancé happy in her marriage with Oscar and soon to have a baby girl on the way?"

Carlos takes a deep breath and looks at the camera knowing Y/N is watching. "Things didn't work out for me and Y/N but I'm very happy for them." Carlos looks at Oscar and gives him a smile. It wasn't a genuine smile but like they say 'fake it till you make it.'

"Thank you Carlos." Oscar says while Charles leaves to jump into the Monaco harbor. "I'm exhausted." Oscar extends his feet on the couch while Carlos does the same.

The moment of peace didn't last long because Y/N walks in, "Come on love, your daughter wants gelato." Carlos notices the soft smile on Y/N's face.

"I'm coming honey," Oscar gets off the couch and walks to Y/N. "Are you sure your daughter is the one wanting gelato or is it you?" Oscar jokes with Y/N.

"Maybe both." Y/N laughs before kissing Oscar. "Either way I want LEC gelato so I can support your Monegasque genes." They both laugh at the joke the media has made during the week of the race.

As Y/N and Oscar walk away out of the room, Carlos realizes that Y/N was the loss of his life.

f1news EX FIANCE AND NOW HUSBAND ON THE PODIUM TOGETHER AFTER THE MONACO GRAND PRIX: Carlos Sainz, Y/N Piastri's ex fiancé, was seen relaxing on the couch with Oscar Piastri, Y/N's husband. The two were taking a break after the intense race before Y/N came in asking her husband for LEC gelato ice cream.

user1 this was so awkward to watch 😭

user2 oscar getting up as soon as y/n asked oscar for lec gelato 🥺

user3 y/n supporting monegasque genes by asking for lec gelato. i love the piastri-leclerc family so much 🥹😭

user4 their baby girl is gonna love charles giving her lec gelato once she's able to have some 🥺

user5 carlos was basically third wheeling in their convo 💀

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A/N: that's it everyone 😭 thank you for supporting this mini series from the tortured poets department. now it's time to work on the actual stories on ttpd. if you want more content from this story please don't be afraid to ask on my 'ask me anything' tab.

tagged: @omgsuperstarg @splaterparty0-0 @2pagenumb @c-losur3

[fairlyang]

Eres mía 🕷️

you'll always be his and he won't let you forget it

w/c: 2.3K

pairing: crazyex!miguel x takenfem!reader

tags: 18+ smut. homewrecking & cheating (don't do that!), making out, teasing, dry humping, grinding, save a horse ride a cowboy, cow girl, unprotected sex, slight cockwarming

notes: I use to listen to romeo’s toxic ass back in elementary- like I was a CHILD listening to this man sing abt snatching someone’s girl - n e way his songs are iconic

Ya me han informado que tu novio es un insípido aburrido

Tú que eres fogata y el tan frío

Your friends had given Miguel the chisme that you found yourself a new boyfriend and that he was a boring cold piece of shit. Just based off that he knew that man wasn't going to be better good for you.

Or better than he was to you.

Let alone the fact that you'd actually forgotten about him.

Dice tu amiguita que es celoso, no quiere que sea tu amigo

Sospecha que soy un pirata y robaré su flor

After your breakup you decided to remain friends, which was a given because the relationship ended on good terms. You only didn't tell him because you had to tell your girls first and kinda told them it was fine if they gave him the news, which they did with ease.

Then came the problem, your best friend pulled Miguel aside and told him that he was already a jealous man. But when you told him your ex was still a part of your main friend group he flipped.

Said he didn't want you to still be friends with your ex but you laughed in his face and waved him off.

Then he laughed when your best friend told him that your man suspected that Miguel was going to act like a pirate and steal what's rightfully his.

No te asombres

Si una noche

Entro a tu cuarto y nuevamente te hago mía

A couple days after receiving the news Miguel went to your place unannounced. You weren't exactly surprised he showed, you figured you should talk about it.

But he had other plans.

As soon as you closed the door behind you both, he grabbed your waist and stepped towards you, making your back hit the door. You looked at him with new annoyance and rolled your eyes before looking up at him. "Just wanted to give you a little warning." He murmurs and leans down, contemplating if he should kiss you or not.

"For what?" You sigh and cross your arms against your chest.

"Don't be surprised the day I come into your room and make you mine again." He whispers and you kept a straight face.

But you couldn't help the way your heart began racing when he finished speaking. And the close proximity didn't help either.

Bien conoces

Mis errores

El egoísmo de ser dueño de tu vida

"Sounds like a threat to me." You joke and he just scoffs.

"Don't start." He warns and you just shrug giving him a sweet smile.

"You know all my mistakes.... But you also know how my ego can be.." he starts and brought a hand up to cup your jaw and stroke your cheek gently. "about needing to be a part of your life."

Eres mía, mía, mía

No te hagas la loca, eso muy bien ya lo sabías

You bit your lip and locked eyes with him, of course he was being dead serious. He was never able to let go.

But maybe you still hadn't either.

Especially with the way those butterflies appeared in your stomach. Just like old times.

"You're mine." He whispers and you want to look away but you simply can't.

Because of the way he was holding you, making you look at him, and because deep down you didn't want to.

"And don't act surprised because you already knew this." He whispers sending a shiver down your spine.

Si tú te casas

El día de tu boda

Le digo a tu esposo con risas

Que solo es prestada

La mujer que ama

Porque sigues siendo mía (Mía)

"If you get married, the day of your wedding I'll tell your husband, while laughing in his face, that the woman he loves is only borrowed, because you're still mine." He says starting to really shake you up.

Your mind was running wild, your body was also having a mind of its own. You knew you had to stop this from moving forward, but you didn't have the strength to.

Dicen que un clavo saca un clavo pero eso es solo rima

No existe una herramienta que saque mi amor

"Nothing in the world can take out my love for you." He whispers and leans even closer to your face, merrily inches apart.

No te asombres

Si una noche

Entro a tu cuarto y nuevamente te hago mía

He takes notice of how you're not pushing him away, yelling at him to leave. So he uses this as his green light and leans in, getting rid of the space between you two and kisses you.

Bien conoces

Mis errores

El egoísmo de ser dueño de tu vida

You kiss him back passionately and wrap your arms behind his neck as he brings his hands down to your waist again. He walks backwards, bringing you with him and knowing your apartment like the back of his hand, maneuvering around your couch and going to the front of it.

He then felt the cushion of it and sat down, pulling you on top of him as you positioned yourself on his lap. His hands already began wandering your body, knowing exactly where and how you liked to be touched.

One of his hands was on your jaw and the other on your lower back, trailing along softly. Yours were now playing with his hair, lightly tugging and earning yourself those groans that’d drive you insane.

Suddenly you feel a smack on your ass making you moan so he slid his tongue into your mouth, not wanting to waste any time.

But he’s missed your kisses so much, he couldn’t help himself.

Eres mía, mía, mía

No te hagas la loca, eso muy bien ya lo sabías

He then pulled away and gently moved your head to the side. His lips were now on leaving kisses on your jaw and slowly making their way down.

You closed your eyes and realized how much you missed him. He hadn’t touched you in over ten months, too much time for you both.

He sucked on your skin before softly licking it then peppering kissed on the bruise he left. “All mine.” He murmurs and moves down to leave another by your collarbone.

Si tú te casas

El día de tu boda

Le digo a tu esposo con risas

Que solo es prestada

La mujer que ama

Porque sigues siendo mía (Mía mía mía)

You let out a shaky breath and attempt to squeeze your thighs together, only to create some friction between you and Miguel’s growing bulge.

You whimper while Miguel moans against your skin, leaving yet another mark. “Miguel-“

He hums and grabs the ends of your tee shirt before pulling it up exposing your pretty tits to him. Oh how badly he’s missed them.

He got to work and squeezed them both between his hands then sucked on the left nipple. He pinched your right nipple earning himself a moan before then alternating and sucks on your right nipple harshly.

Almost as if you’d disappear out of his hands if he was gentle or let go of you.

Te deseo lo mejor

Y el mejor, soy yo

He plops your nipple out of his mouth and looks up at you, “I only want what’s best for you…”

“And the best just happens to be me.” He mumbles and goes back to sucking on your left nipple.

You cried out and you bucked your hips against his, feeling his hard on against your barely covered cunt. Only the tiniest pair of fabric which is what you called panties.

But for Miguel those specific kinds you loved wearing were practically g strings, barely covering any of your cunt if anything your lips were out to show.

He pulled away and looked down at your body, a smirk tugging on his lips as you looked down in embarrassment.

“Still wearing these huh?” He teases and you just nod.

“That asshole doesn’t deserve you.” He murmurs and moves his hands to your hips, making you grind against him.

You know your heart is mine

And you'll love me forever

You gasped and started doing it on your own, still with his help because you knew how much he loved to grip your hips and watch at the same time. “You��re so beautiful baby.” He mumbles and you feel yourself clench against nothing.

He chuckles and smiles before letting go of your hips and grabs your hands, interlocking your fingers together as you continued your pace.

You could already feel your arousal soak through your panties and onto the sweatpants he was wearing. Way too fast but given Miguel always had you like that.

You know your heart is mine

And you'll love me forever

Your breathing was getting heavier as you grinded directly on Miguel’s length, you swore you could feel it occasionally twitch which just felt so good against your clit.

You gripped his hands and felt your eyes fluttering, “doing so good pretty girl.” He moaned out and felt his precum leak even more.

Baby, your heart is mine

And you'll love me forever

“Just missed you so much.” He mumbles and you open your lips to look at him, leaning in and leaving a peck on his lips.

He was going to kiss back but you wanted to prove a point so you pulled back and leaned your forehead against his, “I did too.”

Baby, your heart is mine

And you'll love me forever

His heart skipped a beat and he could feel his face grow warm. You smiled and then got off warning yourself a frown from him.

Until he noticed you were just taking off your soaked panties and dropping them to the floor.

You then leaned down and grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants, slowly pulling them down as he lifted his hips up so you can take them off.

No te asombres

Si una noche

Entro a tu cuarto y nuevamente te hago mía

You slid them down his legs and off his feet, dropping them to the floor before looking at his bulge, more so his boxers that were shiny from your slick.

You widen your eyes in shock then chuckle, it was more than normal…

You then went into his boxers and grabbed his cock, sliding it through the hole before once again getting on top of him. This time having the same thing in mind, except this time you’d be grinding your bare cunt on to his cock.

It was already swung up by his stomach so you sat down, positioning yourself directly on top of his shaft. You whimpered at the new feeling and slowly started to move your hips as Miguel laid his head back onto the couch. “Oh fuck baby.” He groaned and brought his hands to your hips, gripping your skin gently.

You felt your slick move with every movement and your cunt felt so good against his cock. It wasn’t like anything you’ve both felt.

Now you were left wondering why you’d never try that before.

Bien conoces

Mis errores

El egoísmo de ser dueño de tu vida

But you quickly remembered why when Miguel was giving you those eyes. Those eyes he gave you when he needed you.

All too familiar and you weren’t going to deny him the pleasure of finally being inside you after missing you for so many months.

And vice versa.

You missed his cock. And all of him in general. You just couldn’t get yourself to admit it.

So you decide to show it.

You lift yourself up and grab his cock, positioning him into your entrance then without a second to spare, you slam down onto him making you both moan.

You then brought yourself back up then slam back down making you whimper. It’d been so long it was as if it was a brand new cock inside you.

Eres mía, mía mía mía

No te hagas la loca, eso muy bien ya lo sabías

Not wanting to waste anymore time you continued fucking yourself into him as he moaned out praises and sweet nothings that were only bringing you closer to the edge.

You were practically edging the both of you so your orgasm wasn’t too far off, and you hadn’t been having the best sex recently so this was already having you going fast.

And worse that it was with Miguel of all people.

But end of the day it was going to be hard for you to turn him down.

He then starts thrusting up as you came down, ensuring he’d thrust deep inside you already. “Missed this so badly baby.” He moans and he slams into you harder.

“F-Feels s- fuck! Feels so g-good Miguel.” You moan and grab onto his shoulders to support yourself.

“I know baby, I know. Fuck I’ve missed you.” He groans and thrusts into you harder making your legs shake.

Si tu te casas

El día de tu boda

Le digo a tu esposo con risas (ha ha ha ha ha)

Que solo es prestada

La mujer que ama

Porque sigues siendo mía

He twitched inside you and your were clenching against him which only made him speed up. He needed you to cum around him so badly.

“Cum for me baby. I need to feel you cum around my cock.” He grunts and you nod vigorously before crying out.

“You’re all fucking mine.” He moans making you let out bundles of moans and whimpers for him. Your orgasm quickly approached you and hit you hard like a tidal wave.

Your whole body began shaking as he groaned and shot his load inside you. He sat his ass on the couch and let you sit on his cock as he filled you up to the brim.

You were both breathing heavily and you could hear your heart beat ringing in your ear. You brought your body down and laid your head against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you lovingly.

You felt him kiss the top of your head as you closed your eyes and calmed your breathing down. He did the same except with a wide grin on his face, he missed you so much and now he finally had you back in his arms for good.

[spidybaby]

Begin Again | Part Four

Summary: It's all about the hating, the loving and the healing... but in that order?

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: It's been a long time, but here it is. Love you all for being so patient and sweet with all the messages and anons asking me if I was okay and sending me love while I was sick 😭❤️ sorry if I didn’t answer, I wasn't that much on my phone but I'm thankful for all the messages and love you send me 😣💛

Dedicated to: @gaviandgrizisgirl because she motivate me to write and post this as quickly as possible. Luv you 💛✨️ (btw go read her work, is amazing, you'll love it 😀❤️)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

17:45 p.m.

"Déjame ayudarte con eso, " Elena says. As she picks up the straightener, she is as nervous as you are. "Estoy tan emocionada, yo te ayudarme a planear la boda. Ahhhh!" (Let me help you with that. I'm so excited, I'm helping you plan the wedding)

You smile at her, your words are out due to being nervous. You feel like throwing up but weren't.

You made a small talk about something she was promoting while she was straightening the last piece of hair. That was cut off by the baby monitor announcing that your baby was done with cocomelon.

"Ya, ya, ya voy, mi amor." (I'm coming, love)

You finish with the hair as your son begin crying for attention.

"Ay ya mijo, no te puedes entretener solo? Andamos ocupadas." Elena says, picking him. He stops crying, looking at her with a confused expression. "Ya ves? Todo bien. Hoy tenemos pijamada, usted se duerme en el lado izquierdo y yo el derecho." (Omg baby, can't you entertain yourself? We're busy. You see? Everything's fine. Today, we have a slumber party, you'll sleep on the left side and I'll sleep on the right one)

You laugh at her. She's so special to him.

"Vente, solo me haré algo natural de maquillaje." You say picking your products, barely any, some concealer, powder, blush, waterproof mascara (that's essential). (Come here, I'll just do some light makeup)

18:50 p.m.

"Bueno, ya quedó. Dejo todo ahí en la cocina y me voy corriendo antes que llegue." Fernando says, throwing some used napkins. He prepared some pasta, your favorite actually, and he helped Pedro pick some nice outfit for the night. (Okay, it's done. I'll leave everything in the kitchen, and I'm out before she arrives)

Pedro hugged his brother, thanking him for the help. He was nervous, and Fer knew it.

"Tranquilo chaval. Todo irá bien" Fer palms his back and walk to the door. "Pedro, me llamas mañana a primera hora para contarme como te fue, si?" (Relax, everything is going to be fine. Pedro, call me first thing in the morning and tell me everything.)

Pedro nods, nervous at the time, and at everything.

"Por cierto," he says. Before the door closes. Pedro looks confused at him, waiting for him to speak. "Te deje unos condones en el nochero." He winks and laughs, noticing his brother blushing like crazy. "Te quiero niño, adiós." (By the way, I left some condoms on your nightstand. Love you, kiddo, bye)

18:59 p.m.

"Bien, me voy," you say as you spray some perfume, his favorite as you recall. You were done with the feeding and ready to leave. "Adiós amorcito, mami te va a extrañar mucho." You kiss him several times on both cheeks. "Si te da problemas, en serio llámame, aun que no creo que despierte, si lo hace hay leche que recien me saqué en la nevera, solo calientala y dale eso." (Okay, I'm leaving. Goodbye, my love, mommy's going to miss you so much. If he gives you problems, please call me, even tho I don't think he wakes up. If he does, there's fresh pumped milk in the refrigerator. Just warm it up and feed him)

"Ay ya largate." Elena says, pushing you to the door. "Te deje unos condones en la bolsa, la de la izquiera, no quiero otra sorpresita" (Omg, just go. I put some condoms on your purse, left bag. I dont want another surprise)

"Qué?" You look at her confused.

"Shh, adiós mami." She says, making Polo wave his hand.

You shake your head, smiling at her.

But when you open your door, the one surprised is you.

"Mamá? " You open your eyes all the way, you didn't invite her, you didn't call her. Why was she there? "Qué haces acá?" (What are you doing here?)

"Nena, que guapa. Te traje una carbonara, tu favorita de tu restaurante favorito en Barcelona. Sé que la última vez que nos vimos no te portaste tan bien conmigo pero, hijos. Ya entenderas cuando Polito crezca." She says, pushing you to enter. (Baby, how pretty. I brought you some pasta carbonara, your favorite from your favorite restaurant in Barcelona. Even tho the last time we saw each other, you weren't so nice, but you know, kids. You'll get it when Polito grows up)

You scuff. You weren't nice? What about her? Saying how Pedro was going to take your son away. How you were going to go back crying to them for help.

"Mamá, voy de salida. Gracias por traer la pasta. Elena se la puede comer o te la puedes llevar." You say grabbing her by the arms just in time. She was about to grab Polo from Elena's arms. (Mom, I'm actually on my way out. Thanks for the pasta. Maybe Elena can eat it, or you can take it back)

You grabbed the pasta from her, leaving it on the little table beside the door.

"Pero si vas de salida, entonces déjame cuidar a mi nieto, nadie mejor que una mamá para cuidar de los bebés de su bebé." She tries to enter one more time. "Y/n, quítate." (But if you're on your way out, I can take care of my grand baby. Nobody like mommy to take care of her baby's baby. Y/n, get out of the way.)

"No."

"No?" She scuffs "acaso te volviste loca? Que te pasa? Tu no eres así, nunca me habías hablado así" she looks at you with this hurt expression, one you usually fell for, but not this time. (Are you out of your mind? What's wrong with you? You're not like that. You never spoke to me like that)

You grabbed your doorknob as you take some steps, making her step back. "Mamá, voy de salida y Elena va a cuidar a Polo, voy tarde. Adiós." (Mom, I'm on my way out, Elena is taking care of Polo. I'm already late, goodbye)

You kissed her cheek and walked to your car. You turned it on. She was still standing on the same place.

You picked up your phone, texting Elena to not let her in, no matter what.

You notice the time. Already 19:10

"Me cago en la." You say as you drive off your house.

19:16 p.m.

"Mierda" Pedro says, looking at his phone, you were not someone who was late to almost anything.

He calmed himself, thinking maybe is the traffic, maybe she went for gas, maybe she's nervous and driving slowly. Maybe there was some roadwork and she had to take another street.

His mind began to overthink against him. And just in time, the doorbell saves him from his own mind.

He runs to the front door and takes a look of himself in the mirror he has there. "Bien, como dijo Fer, todo estará bien," he say to himself. The walk to the door is a quick one. He takes a few breaths before opening. (Okay, like Fer said, everything is going to be fine)

When he opened the door, nothing prepared him for the view. Even though you didn't change much, there was something different. You looked more beautiful. The way your hair is done looks stunning. The way your smile is shining is like no other.

Not to say your body, you were slimmer than the last time, more here, less there but the same one he loves.

"Dios, estas preciosa," he says without thinking. "Perdón, hola." He shakes his head as you laugh. "Hola va primero, pasa por favor." (Gosh, you look beautiful. Sorry, hi. Hi, is it first)

"Hola, Pepi." You say walking inside. "Tu también te vez muy bien." You laugh. (You look amazing, too)

"Venga, vamos adentro." He closed the door. (C'mon, let's go inside)

He doesn't know if his actions are some muscle memory or if his brain is not coordinating the best. But when he extended his arm for you to take his hand like he used to, at first he didn't notice, but after a few seconds and your hesitation. He slowly pulled back.

But, before he could, and for his surprise, you did take his hand.

"Vamos." You say smiling at him. (Let's go)

The smile on his face is the biggest he ever had since the last time you were together.

That was something everyone noticed. His smile wasn't the same, his was always so into his mind.

"Tienes hambre? Fer me ayudo a preparar tu comida favorita." He says, guiding you to the kitchen. (Are you hungry? Fer helped me cook your favorite food)

You nod smiling, knowing how good that must taste.

Fernando was one of the best chefs you have ever known. He even opened his own restaurant. It was amazing, and he was so successful.

"Mucha. De hecho." You begin talking, but stop when you realize what you were about to say. (Yes, actually...)

Normally, your way of talking was mom on if someone asked you, "You hungry?" You would say,"Yes, breastfeeding makes me hungry." Which is what was about to happen.

"De hecho qué?" He asks, serving the pasta.

"De hecho, tu sabes, yo siempre tengo hambre." You laugh, hoping that was good enough. (Actually, you know, I'm always hungry)

He laughs, nodding "cuándo volviste?" He says, grabbing both plates. "Acá o en el comedor?" He asks you. (When did you come back? Here or at the table?)

"Acá esta bien, déjame ayudarte con eso." You say taking two cups and serving some water. (Here it's okay, let me help you with that)

He places the plates down, picks some forks and napkins.

"Queres vino? Tengo uno buenisimo que te va a encantar, o prefieres algún cóctel? Sé hacer unos ufff, Robert me enseñó." (Do you want some wine? I have a really good one, you'll love it. Or do you prefer a cocktail? I know how to make some, ufff, Robert taught me)

Normally, you used to drink wine or a cocktail when you had dinner dates or when you were around him watching a movie or spending time together.

But the feeding was something that had you at cero alcohol. You pretend to get a text just to Google if one glass was okay. Maybe not? You didn't think about that.

"Amm, déjame responder esto rápido, perdón, el trabajo." You say nervously. He nodded, not taking too much care. (Let me answer this quickly. Sorry, it's from work)

A quick Google search taught you that you could, but had to pump and throw that milk away because that's where the alcohol would be.

"Perdón, deja lo pongo en no molestar." You say, now more relaxed. "Un poco de vino no matará a nadie." You joke, making him laugh. (Sorry, let me put it on. Don't disturb. A little wine never killed nobody)

Once you both sit down and begin eating, you notice how different he is. The beard was more prominent, more styled, too. He has this more prominent dark bag under his eyes. This guy never rests.

"Me gusta tu barba, esta más estilizada y te sienta mucho más." You say honestly, "pero sabes, debes dormir más, qué son esas ojeras Pedro? Te pasas jugando hasta tarde de nuevo?" (I like your beard. It's more stylish and it fits you so well. But you know, you need to sleep more. What are those bags under your eyes? Are you playing video games till the morning again?)

He rolls his eyes. "Ay mamá, pero primero me halagas y luego me matas, venga que deja que el vino haga efecto preciosa." (But you first compliment me and then trash talk me, at least let the wine get into my system baby.)

You both laugh.

And it feels good. Being like this again. Being so close and able to joke without worrying.

The jokes continue. You both know you have a talk, but you want to enjoy the beginning of the night first.

"Déjame ayudarte." You take both plates and take them to the sink and wash them. (Let me help you)

He looks at the way you're washing the dishes, even when it's a completely normal thing to do. You doing it for the first time in so long was something he couldn't believe.

"Pedro," you say, noticing how lost he is. "Estas bien?" (Are you okay?)

"Si si si, quieres ir a la sala? Ahí estaremos más cómodos." He's nervous, and so are you. (Do you want to go to the living room? We will be more comfortable there)

You nod, walking to the living room.

Your heart is beating faster.

Your hands are sweating.

Or was that the water you didn't dry?

Guess you can blame the water.

"Yo quiero"

"Necesito decir"

You both talk, laugh at how coordinated that was.

"Vamos preciosa, comienza tu." (C'mon baby, you go)

You opened your mouth, but nothing was coming out.

Even when you practice how you were going to say the things you want to say. Nothing.

"Okay, entonces voy yo." He laughs, trying to make you feel less nervous. You nodded. "Bien, no es fácil poner todo en palabras y perdón si la cago, créeme que estoy jodidamente nervioso y siento que el puto corazón me va a salir del pecho. Y, la verdad no sé ni por qué empecé diciendo esto, creo que, ammm, Okay." (Okay, so my turn. It's not easy to put everything into words, and I'm sorry if I fucked up, believe me I'm fucking nervous and I feel like my fucking heart is going to burst out of my chest. And to be honest, I don't know why I'm saying that. I think that, ammm, okay)

He pauses, breathing deeply.

"Perdón," he says, looking at you. "Por haberte dejado tan de la nada. Se que fui una mierda contigo y créeme que no fue como lo planeé. Yo en serio no quería lastimarte." (Sorry, for leaving you so out of nowhere. I know I was a piece of shit with you, and believe me, it was not how I planned it. I didn't mean to hurt you)

"Y por qué lo hiciste?" You ask, eyes never leaving his. (So, why did you?)

"Porqué fui un cobarde, porqué no puse tus sentimientos o los míos primero, porqué dejé que otros dictarán nuestro futuro y me arrepiento tanto. Si tuviera una maquina del tiempo regresaría a esa noche y cambiaría todo." (because I was a coward, because I didn't put your feelings and mine first, I let others dictate our future, and I regret that. If I had the chance, I would go back in time and change everything)

"A qué te refieres con qué dejaste que otros dictaran nuestro futuro?" No te entiendo. (What do you mean you let others dictate our future? I don't get it.)

"Es a lo único a lo que le prestaste atención?" He asks, trying to change the subject. (It's the only thing you paid attention to?)

"Pedro," you say with that tone he knows, that mom tone when you won't take his bullshit for an answer.

"Venga que al menos dime que me perdonas." He tries again, failing. (C'mon, at least tell me you forgive me)

"Pedro, responde mi pregunta." You say downing your tone a little bit more.

He shakes his head. He didn't want to tell you about that conversation with your father, but another lie is not the best way to go now.

"Mira, tú padre y yo hablamos. Y él estaba tan seguro que tú me dejarías y yo solo quería la jodida bendición. Por qué no me dijo si y luego me odio en secreto? Joder, preciosa lo siento tanto, yo no debí escucharle pero sus palabras se sintieron como putas puñaladas y tu no querías irte a Portofino. Y tu ibas a decir que no. Tenías un futuro tan brillante delante de ti y yo solo era un jugador de fútbol. (Look, your father and I had a talk. He was so sure you'll leave and I was just looking for the fucking blessing, why couldn't he just smile and hate me in secret? Fuck, baby I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have, but his words hit me like fucking daggers, and you did wanted to go to Portofino, and you were going to say no. You had a bright future ahead, and I was just a football player. Your dad was right)

"Pedro, espera."

You didn't get that much because of how fast he was talking, but enough for you to understand.

"Mi papá te dijo qué?" You ask. (My dad told you what?)

You weren't going to imply that he was lying, but you needed to know if what you heard was right.

"Tu padre y yo." He tries, but you interrupted him.

"Mi papá te dijo qué?" You repeat getting up from the couch.

"Preciosa, por favor sientate." He tries to grab your arms, wanting to calm you down.

"No, Pedro." You back away. "Dime que me estás mintiendo." You can feel the tears. "Pedro, por favor." (Tell me you're lying.)

He cursed mentally at himself. He didn't want to lose you again.

"Y/n, por favor. Déjame explicarte." He's up now, eyes asking for permission to touch you.

"Es solo que. Si él te dijo eso. Entonces todo lo que me dijo a mi fueron mentiras." You say shocked. "Todo este tiempo él me dijo que eras un imbecil por haberme lastimado. Como nos miraba juntos y como estaba con el corazón roto por no vernos juntos en el futuro." You were in a shock moment. "Entonces, todo eso. Todo lo que hice. Todo fue por sus mentiras?" (is just, if he told you that. Then, all the words he told me were just lies. All this time, he told me you were an asshole for hurting me. How he saw us together and how heartbroken he was by us not getting a future together. Then all of that. All I did was. It was because of his lies?)

You tried to take deep breaths.

All the times he let you cry on his shoulder. All the words. All for nothing.

And then he, let you be alone your whole pregnancy, give birth without Pedro.

"Preciosa. Respira por favor." Pedro says, his hands on yours trying to help you breathe. (Baby, breathe, please.)

You shake your head no, you weren't mad at him but at your father.

You free your hands and grab your purse. You needed an explanation. And you were getting one.

"Es que me va a escuchar." You storm out of the house, Pedro calling your name and trying to get you before leaving. "No," you say as he grabs your arm.

"No te voy a dejar ir así." He closed the door back again. "Por favor, vamos a calmarnos."

"Es que no lo entiendes. No sabes lo que hice y ahora más que nunca sé que me vas a odiar por haberlo hecho. Pero no puedo quedarme así." You say, freeing your arm and quickly opening the door. (You don't get it. You don't know what I did. And know I know you'll hate me it. But I can't just let this go)

"Joder, que no te vas a ir." He says, taking your keys. "Mira, no sé que hiciste pero yo jamas te voy a odiar. Por favor, Y/n vamos adentro y hablamos. Cuando te calmes te puedes ir." (Fuck, you're not leaving. Look, I don't know what you did, but I'll never hate you. Please, let's go inside and talk. When you're calmer, you can leave)

"Ven conmigo entonces." You say, grabbing his arm and pushing him to the drivers side. "Te prometo explicarte todo." (Come with me then. I promise I'll explain everything)

He wasn't sure, but he knew how stubborn you're and how you weren't getting back inside.

"Ve por las llaves y cierra la puerta de la casa." He sighs. (Go get the keys and close the door)

While he enters the car, you run back inside and search for the keys where you know he always left them.

Grabbing them and running back outside he has the car on and ready.

"Te recuerdas donde queda la casa de mis padres?" You say grabbing your phone. Texting you father to know if he was home. (Do you remember where my parents' house is?)

"Estas segura?" He asks, really not sure about this whole plan you just thought. "Mira, podemos manejar un rato y así nos calmamos." (Are you sure? Look, we can drive for a while, and we can calm down)

"Pedro, por favor. Hazme caso a mi esta vez." You say as you get a message back saying he was home. (Pedro, please. Listen to me this time)

He didn’t say more.

The drive was quick, something he didn't appreciate.

When he parked outside, you quickly took your seat belt off, running to the door. Thankfully, you still had the key.

"Papá." You scream. "Papá."

You went to his office, he was always there.

"Y/n? Que haces acá?" Your mom says once she sees you. (What are you doing here?)

"Tú sabías?" You ask, angry. "Mamá, tú sabías que Papá le dijo a Pedro que me dejará para yo irme a Italia?" (Did you know? You knew dad told Pedro to break up with me so I could go to Italy)

Your mom stayed quiet.

"Lo sabías" you say. (You knew)

"Calmate, todo tiene explicación." She says, getting closer. (Calm down, everything has an explanation)

"No te me acerques." You say in a tone of voice you didn't even recognize. (Stay away from me)

"Qué carajos esta pasando en esta casa?" You dad says as he approaches both of you. "Y/n mi amor por que gritas?" (What the hell is going on in this house? Y/n, baby, why are you yelling?)

You had to calm yourself. You wanted to slap him. Hurt him. But no, he was your father. And as much as you want to you won't.

"Explicame algo." You say. "Por qué me dijiste que estabas tan triste por mi ruptura con Pedro cuando tú." You say putting your finger on him. "Tú le pediste que me dejara, cuando tú le dijiste que no era suficiente para mí?" (Explain something to me, why did you say you were so sad for my break up with Pedro when you ask him to leave me? You told him he wasn't enough for me)

"No sé de lo que hablas." He says, pushing your hand away. "Estas bien? Te miro alterada, quieres un té?" (I don't know what you're talking about, are you okay? I see you're upset. Do you want some tea?)

"No te atrevas," you say, backing off a little. "Ya sé todo, al menos se hombre para admitirlo." (Don't you dare. I know everything. Be man enough to admit it)

"No me hables así, para empezar." He says, elevating his tone of voice. "Y si lo hice, qué? Yo quería más para ti, no un tipo que se gana la vida pegandole al balón." (Don't talk to me that way. If I did, what about it? I wanted more for you. Not just some dude that makes his bag from kicking a ball)

"Y qué?" You scuff "estas loco? Ustedes dos me manipularon para que yo pensara que Pedro estaba detrás de todo esto, que ya no me amaba. Y para qué? Por sus estúpidos estandares?" (What about it? Are you out of your mind? You two manipulate me into thinking Pedro was behind all of this. You make me believe he didn't love me and for what? For your stupid standars?)

"No son solo estándares, piensa las cosas niña, en serio esperabas que dejáramos que jodieras tu vida? Pagamos cantidades absurdas para que fueras a la mejor universidad solo para que fueras la esposa de un futbolista." He fake laughs. (They're not only standars, think this through kid, were you expect us to let you fucked up your life like that? Paying stupid amounts for you to go to the best college just to settle down to be a footballer wife?)

"Era mi vida," you scream. "mi vida, y ustedes no tenian por que quitarmela." (It was my life, my life. And you don't get to take that away from me.)

"Y/n por favor, cálmate, dejanos explicarte." She tries to hold you, but you push her away. (Y/n, please, calm down, let us explain everything to you)

"No lo entiendes." You say. "No entiendes nada, mamá." (You don't get it. You don't get it, mom)

"Claro que si. Amor por favor."

"No me toques" you yell at her. "Me dais asco." (Don't touch me. You both disgust me)

"Ya basta! Deja el drama." Your dad says as if is nothing. (Oh, stop it. Stop the drama)

You laugh, shaking your head. They don't get it.

"No es drama, papá." You say as the words come out with venom. "Ustedes me manipularon para pensar que todo fue distinto. Mierda, me la pase sola." You cry. (It's not drama, dad. You both manipulated me into thinking everything was different. Shit, you let me be alone)

"No estuviste sola, estábamos contigo. Paulo, Elena, tu papi y yo." You mom says.

"No, no es a lo que me refiero. Me dejaron estar sola nueve meses. Y tú." You point at your mom. "Me convenciste de no decirle nada, de que sola estaba mejor. Y yo te creí, porque pensé que él ya no me quería." You were crying badly at this point. (No, that's not what I meant. You both let me be alone for nine months. And you. You convinced me into not saying anything because I was better alone. And I believed you because I thought he didn't love me anymore)

You clean your tears. They weren't worth it. They don't even care.

"Por ustedes Pedro no conoce a nuestro hijo." You say sadly. "Por ustedes se perdió tantas cosas de nuestro hijo." (Because of you, Pedro doesn't know our child. Because of you, he missed so many things of our child)

"Nuestro qué?" (Our what?)

You feel how the air is stuck in your throat.

You turn around. Here he is, keys in one hand, purse in the other.

"Pedro."

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[tarjapearce]

"I have faith in what I see. Now I know I have met an angel in person. And she looks perfect." -Ed Sheeran, Perfect💖💕

Nenaaa~ quería darte un regalito muy especial❤️ y es el día de la boda de Miguel y Mama🥹🩷✨️

Te juro que disfruté mucho hacer este dibujo tan especial✨️ y espero que también te guste!

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Te lo agradezco nena 😭😭❤️. No sabes cuánto me has alegrado la noche 🥹🥹.

Te quiero muchísimo nena. MIL GRACIAS POR ESTO TAN BELLO!!!

[julianalvarez9]

supporting you / christian pulisic

request: An insta au or imagine where Chris dates a girl who supports another prem club? 🥺 I feel like he’d so be the type who doesn’t care bc she’s been supporting them since she was a kid before she met him and she’s so supportive of Chris as a player and gets along with the team anyway

author's note: had this in my drafts for too long (january!!!! feels like last year jajajajja) but finally, here it is 💌 hope you like it, and sorry for the long wait 🥹

pairing: christian pulisic x arsenal!reader

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[tharett]

Hello 🙆‍♂️‼️

I bring thee some Slimecicle sketch I redid from the GuapoDuo wedding 😼

I found it while looking through old sketches, and thought "why not" and revamped it a little ^^ it will remain a sketch but I wanted to share it with you guys 🫂

I might share some unfinished work in the future, if I feel up for it lmao

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Hola 🙆‍♂️‼️

Les traigo un boceto de Slimecicle que renové de la boda GuapoDuo 😼

Lo encontré mientras miraba viejos bocetos/trabajos y pensé "pues pq no?" y lo renové un poco ^^ se va quedar como un boceto pero quise compartirlo con ustedes 🫂

Tal vez comparta más trabajos que no termine (de qsmp) pero solo dios sabe ajsbajs

[howlingday]

Jaune: Penny puedo hacerte una pregunta

Penny: Claro frieng jaune

Jaune: Bueno, como lo digo

Jaune: Eres muy lista pero desconoces hábitos y costumbres básicas, cuando estába calculando los precios del supermercado tomaste mi lista sumaste toda mi lista y dijiste el precio aproximado en un segundo, pero cuando dije que casi pesque un resfriado me trajiste una caña de pescar, anzuelos, y una lancha

Jaune: Tienes capacidades físicas irregulares, te vi levantar una máquina expendedora con una mano cuando tu pergamino calló debajo de este

Jaune: Y éso es lo último tu cuerpo es extraño en el mejor de los casos, tu piel es suave casi como una almohada pero cuándo chocamos los cinco sentí como si cacheteara una pared de ladrillos, te eh visto pasar casi 12 horas seguidas sin dormir por la preparación y posterior fiesta de cumpleaños de yang y estabas bien, ni siquiera tenías ojeras, y por último cuando salimos a acampar y te pedi que me pasaras mi navaja suiza, vi que te cortó un poco pero tu sangre era negra

Penny:

Jaune: Mi punto es ¿eres un robot?

Penny: .....JAJAJAJAjajajajaja, o-oh oh ........ dis-disculpa.........oh no puedo........ ha

Penny:(respira) No verás soy una sucubo que todo este tiempo a estada intentando drenarte la fuerza vital pero termine enamorandome de ti así que te dejaré que conserves tu alma pero no tu pelvis

Jaune: ...jajaja linda broma casi la

La sonrisa de penny se vuelve mas lujuriosa y depredadora mientras le salen alas de murciélago y cola de diablillo

Jaune:....oh.... significa que no habrá boda cristriana.

Pd: siempre me gustó la idea de que el comportamiento de penny si no la conocías se confundía con un críptic, elegí sucubo por que vamos que es más gracioso que alguien tan inocente y adorable pertenezca a una raza conocía por su depravación y lujuria ademas de cierta publicación donde ella y ruby se llevaban a jaune el cine viéndose cono niñas inocentes solo para tener otros planes.

Jaune: Penny, can I ask you a question?

Penny: Sure, Friend Jaune.

Jaune: Well, how do I say this...?

Jaune: You are very smart but you don't know basic habits and customs, when I was calculating the supermarket prices you took my list, you added up my entire list and you said the approximate price in a second, but when I said that I almost caught a cold you brought me a fishing rod, hooks, and a boat...

Jaune: You have irregular physical abilities, I saw you lift a vending machine with one hand when your scroll fell under it...

Jaune: And that's the last thing, your body is strange at best, your skin is soft almost like a pillow but when we high-fived it felt like I slapped a brick wall, I've seen you go almost 12 hours straight without sleeping for the preparation and subsequent birthday party for yang and you were fine, you didn't even have dark circles under your eyes, and finally when we went camping and I asked you to hand me my Swiss army knife, I saw that it cut you a little but your blood was black...

Penny: ...

Jaune: My point is, are you a robot?

Penny: .....HAHAHAHAhahahahaha, o-oh oh........ Ex-excuse me...... Oh I can't...... Ha...

Penny: (breathes) You see, I'm a succubus who has been trying to drain your life force all this time but I ended up falling in love with you so I'll let you keep your soul but not your pelvis. Jaune: ...hahaha nice joke almost Penny's smile becomes more lustful and predatory as she sprouts bat wings and an imp's tail.

Jaune: ....Oh.... This means there will be no Christian wedding.

PS: I always liked the idea that Penny's behavior, if you didn't know her, would be confused with cryptic, I chose succubus because come on, it's funnier that someone so innocent and adorable belongs to a race known for its depravity and lust in addition to certain publication where she and ruby ​​took jaune to the movies looking like innocent girls just to have other plans.

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I find this very cute. Flipping the script, this could mean Pietro summoned Penny to be his daughter, which Penny obliged, but meeting Jaune, by chance, she was enamored by him and sort of attached himself to her.

[aceofturtles]

Desplázate para traducción español:

Something Blue

“The cap that Simon used to snatch off his head. Worn threadbare with age, moth eaten; he’d found it in a small box of his belongings in the attic of St. Hilarion’s, that his parents had never bothered sending for.

He remembers Simon. The Simon he knew in life, and the one he’d met in Hell. Both miserable. Both sorry. Both in pain.

He hadn’t known what to do with himself when he’d met the other boy for the first time. Hadn’t know what to do in death either.

The boy who stole his cap, because he fancied him. The boy who sent him to Hell, because he was afraid. It was all so... innocent, until the very end. Born a hundred years later, and maybe they’d have been sweethearts. Teased each other, and held hands in the Sun. 

Maybe he’d have run after him, instead of just freezing in place. Gotten his cap back. Then Simon would have said he looked smart, and Edwin would have flushed, and the two would dance around each other awkwardly until they kissed.

Edwin folds the cap, and sticks it into his jacket pocket.

Simon was his first chance for love. But it’s not a chance that he was ready to take.

And it’s not Simon he’s marrying.”

An excerpt from my Payneland wedding fic -Sixpence- on AO3

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56493166

Just thought it fit, here. Simon Appreciation Week 2024 Day 6; Blue Cap

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Algo Azul

-La gorra que Simon siempre quitaba de la cabeza. Gastada y harapienta de edad, devorada de la polilla; la encontró en una cajita de las pertenencias del ático de la escuela San Hilarión, la que nunca habían molestados recuperar los padres.

Recuerda él a Simon. El Simon que conocía durante la vida, y también él lo había conocido en el Infierno. Los dos de lamentos. Los dos de dolor.

No sabía qué hacer cuando conoció al otro chico por primera vez. Qué pensar... No sabía qué hacer en el Infierno tampoco.

El chico que robía la gorra de él, porque le quería. El chico que le envió al Infierno, porque tenía miedo. Todo era tan... inocente, hasta el final. Si hubieran nacidos ellos un siglo después, tal vez podrían haber sido novios. Podrían haber coqueteados ellos, y tomados de la mano por el sol. 

Tal vez habría corrido tras él, en vez de inmovilizarse. Reclamaría la gorra. Después, Simon le diría que se veía muy bien, y Edwin se ruborizaría, y los dos con torpeza bailarían en torno entre ellos hasta besarse.

Edwin dobla la gorra, y se la mete en el bolsillo de la chaqueta.

Simon fue su primera oportunidad para la romanza. Pero no era una oportunidad que estaba listo para tomar.

Y no es Simon, lo quién él se casa.-

Un extracto de mi fic de boda Payneland -Sixpence- en AO3

Enlace: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56652328

Solo pensaba que esto encaja aquí. Semana de Agradecimiento de Simon 2024 Dia 6; Gorra Azúl

[makeupvartiz]

Elegir a tu Maquilladora de Bodas en México | ¡Make Up Vartiz by Verónica Artés, Tu Elección Perfecta!

En el día más importante de tu vida, tu elección de maquilladora es esencial. Make Up Vartiz by Verónica Artés, la maquilladora de eventos y bodas más destacada de España, ha llegado a México para convertirse en la elección perfecta. Con reconocimientos i

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[freshlyrage]

Running Like Water

Chapter 23

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: NSFW Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I’m bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 5.1k

a/n: This is a double update, read the previous chapter here!

You found a routine by yourself that week. You spent sun up rearranging the wedding seating in the backyard. That was the only time you and your mother spoke – when it came to setting up for the big day. 3 days until the entirety of Laredo would gather at the backyard your mom left neglected for years. You better believe she hired the best gardeners to trim that monstrosity you all called a backyard. But it was beautiful, you found yourself daydreaming at the altar while you sorted through seating arrangements.

When you were alone in bed you called Javier. He had been working a lot since he took off with you last weekend. Driving back and forth from the DEA’s office. He’d be exhausted by the time he got home, he’d still groan and sigh, removing his shoes with his cheek pressed to the receiver. He was embarrassed by it but there was nothing cuter in this world than his little old man noises. You, on the other hand, felt aimless. The communication between you and your mother had fallen straight to none. Not even her husband sparked a conversation like he usually did in his corny step-dad way. 

On Wednesday your brother comes to visit the backyard. It was the first day you decided to not tamper with the backyard equipment. The sun was exceptionally high and splitting that day. Instead, You lie on a blanket, basking in any tan you can before you sport that light yellow bridesmaid dress when the sun was blocked by your idiot brother. A bowl of grapes sat by your head. 

You took in a deep breath before speaking. The few days you spent alone, alone reflecting —you decided not to bicker with him for the next three weeks, you knew the wedding had nerves high—you hadn’t brought up your father. Frankly, you’d like to never have that talk again with Frankie. Well actually, you never wanted to talk of that man… ever again. 

“Do you mind?” You squint your eyes up at the curly haired boy. God your mother prayed to the lord every night he’d cut that shag off, dios por favor, haz que ese chico se corte el pelo antes de la boda. You sit up and pout as he stands with a shit eating grin. You wanted to kick his ankles out.

He bends down to grab a grape. “I’m not mad at you for all the Javier shit in high school-“

“Ugh!” You groan loudly, ridiculously tired of this topic. You just wished he’d forget it, move on, let it flow or whatever the fuck. God knows you had to, you dwelled so hard on the past you drove yourself away from Javi. 

“No-I’m not mad about anything-I’m tired of being a bad brother, i’m tired of letting us drift apart because of mom. So will you get up and ride your bike with me?” He spits, extending his palm out to you. Your heart swells wide in your chest and your eyes double in size. You feel embarrassed to be choked up by your brother being nice for once. Overcome by the urge of hugging your brother and telling him he’s the best brother like you did when you were little (only when he paid for ice cream). Your grin grows wide and you take his palm. 

You giggle and hop to your feet. “Let me change.” You look down at your clothing. A bikini with some small shorts covering you, You wouldn’t dare biking around town with your breasts out, no shot. That is something you most certainly cannot do when Melissa Dios Diaz is your mother. 

Your brother laughs, running his sunglasses up his hair. You follow him around the side of the house. “No need, we’re all heading to the lake.”

You speed up your steps to keep up like you did as a little girl, your brows furrowing. 

“Who’s we all—“

There’s Genie, in a big t-shirt and shorts. Sat up on the same white bike, her hair down in big blowout waves like you remembered. Grinning with the glow of a pregnant woman. How many things have changed, how much has stayed the same. With the sun basking behind her you nearly miss Javier sitting next to her, right on his bike. Cigarette dangling from his lips with a shirt unbuttoned showing the tan mass that was his chest. His lips curled at the sight of you. 

Your heart catches in your throat.

You tried so hard not to burst into tears the second the four of you dropped your bikes by the dock. You hadn’t swam at your lake in nearly a decade and here it was, glistening the way it did. There were two small lakes in town, one simply titled our lake, which was… well. Then there was 4 Corners Lake, the lake people like Lorraine went to throw back beers– that one dried up in 1984. Your lake, the lake you splashed around on every sticky summer day of 1978. The place where Javier would stare at your sun freckles.

Genie did not waste a moment before pulling her shirt over her head and jumping in with her fiance's yell of, “Be careful!” You cringe at the sight of a pregnant Genevieve plunging into water the way she did but she comes right back up without a smile. 

She whoops, “She’s fine! The water is so refreshing baby, come in!” Frankie laughs and pulls off his shirt as well. Your brows screw together. He hops right in after. 

“She?” There was no way, she was far too early in her pregnancy, not even three months. You look at Javier who was unbuttoning, removing his shirt from his shoulders, you do a double take at the expanse of his chest. You never see him like this in daylight, good god, Javier Peña was hot.

My boyfriend is hot. 

Your brother emerges from the water, stumbling on his words and shivering. Wiping his eyes and flipping his long locks, water splashing his fiancée in the face. She shrieks and hops on his back. He yelps just as loud and it was like a mirror facing back into your childhood. You never want to be upset with your brother ever again. “Jesus-“ He swears, Genie crawling her neck to kiss his cheek while she clings to him, “She has some weird mommy intuition that she’s carrying a girl” He opens his mouth as if he’s going to say something else but Genie tickles him and your brother has now long forgotten your conversation. He play fights in the water instead.

You smile to yourself, fumbling with your shorts. Sliding them off with a quick glance at Javier. Truthfully, you haven’t hung out all together with your new… circumstance. You can’t help but be ridiculously awkward. You didn’t even spare a glance at him while the four of you biked. He was behind you and when you were kids you would look over at him so often you would lose your footing and steer off. 

Javier though, doesn’t seem to be too concerned. Who stands next to you and shoots a glance at your bare legs before leaning into your ear. 

“Last one in the water owes the other a sexual favor.” In a flash of an eye he slaps your behind and he’s running down the dock. 

“No!” You shout in true desperation, it wasn’t because of the idea of possibly getting him off—more so the idea of him beating you in a race. You run right after him. “What are you?! Fourteen!” 

Your bare feet slap against the wood and you’re nearly caught up to him—years of lacrosse was nearly on your side, until he jumps in with a yell of “You wish I asked you that at fourteen!” 

You shriek and jump in right after him. The cold water shocking your system, you’d attack Genie if she wasn’t pregnant for saying that this shit felt nice. You stay under for a second longer afraid of realizing just how cold it is once you reach the surface. You feel Javier’s calloused hands grope you under the water and you’re delighted to feel him. 

You break surface and he parts from you. You wipe your eyes and scowl at him which causes him to grin like an idiot. Shaking your head you splash him, “Jodón” 

Your eyes finally adjust and you giggle to yourself as Genie creeps up behind Javi, jumping on his back as well. This is how you remembered her, the sea-monkey that was your best girl friend. Always climbing up someone’s back at the lake. Javi laughs and supports her weightless body. “You two are so cute.” She smiles, resting her chin on 

Javier’s shoulder. Frankie groans like always.

This had always been the dynamic, Genie egging on the idea of you and Javier, and Frankie making zombie like noises of disapproval.

“Enough…” Frankie called before swimming slowly to catch up with the small circle you created by the dock. Genie hops off Javier’s back and dips back under water to re-wet her hair. 

She shakes off the water on her face. “Grow up, it’s been years we should talk about this. Where better than in the place it all started?”

The sun beams hard so your left eye shuts in defiance, it also shuts because you don’t want this moment ruined by being forced to lie even more to your brother. Javi watches you with concern, his own brows screwed together. He clears his throat, “Talk about what?” His graveling voice cuts. 

“About how the two of you were making us all suffer for the past 6 years of will they won’t they.”

You shake your head with a smile, to your shock Frankie chips in with a lighthearted voice, “Well yeah, me and Genie had a bet on who would call the other first.”

It’s silent for a moment, all that is heard is the sound of running water, birds and bugs. Javier nods, his lips in a tight line. “I don’t want to talk about that. If you want to talk about me and Andrea, talk about before I left. I’ve done enough explaining about why I was gone.” There it was, Javier’s typical grumpiness coming through—you couldn’t help but agree. High school, middle school, all the time that he was here, all the time Genie and Frankie were around, they could know about that. Houston, Miami, that was just for the two of you. It was your business, your time, your miscommunication. You weren’t eager to share you and Javier’s six year long cowardice.

“To who?” Frankie asks flatly, it isn’t an attitude yet so you let him slide. If he shows one ounce of attitude about this, you’re ready to drown him. 

“To Andrea. Because she was the only person I wronged when I left.” He looks over at you, with a pained crease between his brow. You harbor no more resentment, you just nod, and he knows. Frankie looks between the two of you and his face softens. It’s rare and you nearly smile at it. 

“That’s fair.” Is all he says, creating another silence. You feel light as a feather and it isn’t just the water, it’s the fact that for the first time in your life, your brother doesn’t put up a fight. 

You smile at Frankie and Genie, “Well! I’ve always wanted you two to just date.” Genevieve beams before flicking some water at Javi. 

He shakes his head hiding a smile, “Did you really? You’re still close with Lorraine I mean that’s kind of—“

“Oh please! Lorraine is my friend, you guys are my family. I never thought you and her were compatible—no offense!” The four of you laughed together because it was true, Frankie knew it the most. He’d make a face every time Genie offered to bring her along. At the time you thought he was being a prick, and well, he was, because that’s just Frankie, but she really was only nice when she was drunk. “And… think of it this way, you already trust and know Javier and his family. Imagine having to learn a new fuckface with a new family, and god forbid he could even be a northerner. And the sicko wants to date your sister! I’m not—like pressuring you two to date or anything but, you know, Javier and Andrea are practically best case scenario.” 

Frankie narrows his eyes at his wife to be, “I guess you’re right.”

You gasp audibly, covering your mouth. “Who are you!?” You shriek, splashing him.

Javier says simultaneously, “I swear I just saw the clouds part and heaven shine down on me.”

“Oh fuck you guys!” Frankie laughs and splashes the two of you. And so the water fight begins, for miles into the surrounding forest all you hear is the laughs of four childhood.

You hoped that if you ever get the chance to be pregnant, that you would look as beautiful as Genevieve did. 

She lies on a blanket right in the center of the dock, basking in the sun in a bikini. Starting right above her belly button is the tiniest bump of life. And boy does your brother annoy you, but there was truly nothing sweeter than the sight of him just staring at her while she rests. His hands rubbing her tummy, she squints at him and smiles, they laugh together. 

For a few hours, you and Javier are like fish, swimming around each other, throwing each other, splashing and disturbing the peace with your loud cackles. You decide to take the last 3 hours of sun beams to sit at the dock, back facing the couple. They talk and you can’t hear, so you and Javier converse freely. Hoping they are also in their own little world.

“I hated August, I still do.” You say looking over your shoulder at him. He’s looking at you with those big brown eyes and god you wished you were alone right now. His mustache is still dripping and heavy from the water. He doesn’t respond, instead shifts closer to let you ramble. “I hated going back to school and seeing you like four times during the year.”

He nods. It’s weird to think that before 1980 they hadn't really been at the same school, the summer would end and it was like you ceased to exist for Javier. It wasn’t anything you really thought of until now, for so long your mind could only circle the details of your freshman year in high school. Being at the lake reminds you of middle school and your heart race picking up when you would run into Javier at a game or at church. He lived a different life not made for you every September through May. You can’t find yourself being upset about it but god were you curious what those months were like for him. He could figure what they were for you, they were lonely, isolating times. Sitting at lunch with your English teacher, walking home, reading, and repeating. You cant but ask now, 

“How was your freshman year?”

He’s staring at the patch of freckles at the slope of your shoulder, dozing in them like a constellation, figuring out how to answer that question. He clears his throat and sits up straight. “Do you want me to be honest?” You give him a blank face and he catches the wave. “Alright, I got really popular out of nowhere. I made all these new friends, I was kind of shitty.”

“Shitty how?” You tilt your head, you sensed something shifted in Javier’s junior year, your classmates still whispered of him and you know people did double takes when you walked with him the halls. 

This topic was like pulling teeth it seemed. “You know how Laredo high school can be really cliquey… like when you accidentally sat at the theater table and the entire cast of Chicago gave you dirty looks all year.”

You laugh at the memory, you didn’t really make enemies in high school of course unless it was with the thespians. “Yes…”

Javier cringed, “I made a joke with my friend that I could hook up with every girl from each clique.” He says it in a hushed tone and looked over his shoulder immediately, hoping your brother doesn't hear, he was just as distracted as he was fifteen minutes ago. Your eyes widen and you stare out into the lake. A weird sting of jealousy coursing through your blood. You weren’t jealous now, no, you felt sad for the fourteen year old you that stayed up daydreaming about Javier all of seventh and eight grade while he was doing… that. You face relaxes for a moment when you’re reminded to relax, to let go. 

You smile a bit and look back at him, you see it in his brow he began to panic internally at your silence. “So…”

He laughs, shaking his head, “I feel like this is a trap.”

“No! It's not, I was practically obsessed with you back then– I need to know everything for…” You make a motion of a small person standing in front of you. “That Andrea.” 

He looks at you skeptically, his eyes roving around your grinning face trying to detect possible dishonesty. 

“I only had actual sex with Harietta on the cheer team and Clara from science research. But you know I hooked up… with a theater girl, a soccer girl, two girls from band, a lacrosse girl –”

“Oh god please don’t tell me you hooked up with Priscilla Villa!” You shriek and he cackles with a guilty face. “No! My god, she was my trainer… okay so that's what you were doing… okay.” You turn away from him and back at the reflecting of the sun that is just an hour away from making the sky go pink, you've spent so many days watching the sunset here as a teen back then you never thought you’d be emotional over something like your lake. Javier is no longer laughing, he sat up straight again with a clenched jaw and a frown. 

His own freckled chest expanding and falling slowly, “Do you see me differently?” Its quiet, it’s insecure, like maybe you shouldn’t have asked about this. Like he was embarrassed by your sick prodding, your own chest fills with panic. 

You look behind you once more and your brother is cackling at a joke Genie made down the dock. You were safe to touch him.

You hook your finger in the bracelet around his wrist, loosening the piece of string to slip your wrist in between, cuffing–tying the two of you to each other. You fingers slipping into his hand that still dwarfs you after all these years. “No… never. You were so young.”

He nods, “Yeah…” His voice gravels and he clears himself again. “By the time I was seventeen I had been tired out. Probably why I was so committed to the first real relationship I got into.” You never made the link but you knew Javier had been sexually active far too young, you suppose you still had some shit to work out because you never considered the effect that would have on a young boy. “I think about all of our parents, how they married so young. When I was younger I couldn’t imagine giving up my freedom so young, I thought about my dad getting married in his early twenties and used to think, what an idiot. But I don’t know now, I feel like I've done it all. I’m not sure I want to do any more of that.” 

Your skin goes hot at his words, but you can’t speak. You can’t, you’re afraid you’ll ask him to just marry you–afraid of being irrational but when he talks like that you don’t think you’ve ever been so sure. 

“And I don’t want to start over either, I think doing this with someone else will break my spirit. Starting over, watching you start over, watching you settle down.” He whispers the last part and you squeeze his hand tighter, leaning into his shoulder. “I guess I’m saying that… come November, I don’t think I can bear just going our separate ways.” His voice is the way it always was, almost grumpy sounding, deep but instead with a hint of shakiness. How it sounds whenever he speaks of his mother, or of Houston. 

“I’ll write to you all the time.” Is all you can say. 

“I’ll pay for your international calls.”

“I’ll send you pictures in the mail.” You beam, lips twisting with mischief. “All sorts of pictures.” His brows shoot high and he looks over his shoulder again. 

“I’ll wait for you, I don’t care how long.” He says while looking at Frankie and Genevieve who’s backs were now facing the two of you, the light captured him so perfectly like this. His eyes a warmer honey color and his nose casting the shadow that made him look carved by a higher power. You wanted to frame the moment. He looked back at you, less than an inch away from your face. His eyes fan, eyes looking straight down to your shoulder and he kisses the patch of freckles. Small kisses on salty skin. 

You frown, running your fingernails through his hair, your left hand still tied to his. “I’ll always wait.”

You want to say, I’m always waiting.

You untangle a moment after and reminisce on different times, on happier times. Uninterrupted for a bit until you hear the sound of standing and shuffling. You and Javier both turn to see Genie and Frankie standing hand in hand. 

“Hey! We’re gonna uh—“ Frankie turns red mid sentence, they’re standing at the doc Genevieve has a blush on her face as well, and she shakes her head. 

“We’re going to take a walk. We’ll be back in an hour.” She beams and grabs ahold of your brother's hand and they make their way being painfully obvious. 

You and Javier slowly look at each other with a smirk. 

“They’re about to bone.” 

“Ew.” You groan, looking at the backs of their heads as they slowly disappear. 

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, Javier’s eyes hot on your chest. You suck in a breath, your breasts moving against your tiny bikini top. Javier looks absolutely starved and truthfully, so are you. He clears his throat.

“Should we-”

“Yes.” He blurts, standing and pulling you with him. You laugh and check your surroundings and hold his hand. 

“They went that way, we can go over here.” 

The sky is almost pink, hopefully you could see the sunset from where you drag him. You walk in front of him with your arm folded behind you, you guide him this time and to be fair you did lose the race to the water earlier. There’s nothing more fitting than a hookup amongst the trees of your lake. Your sandals crunch through leaves as you inch farther into the greenery, no carved out path but you make sure not to go too far. In silence the two of you find a tree out of sight and close enough to home base. 

You drop his hand and turn to face him, “So-” He’s already got you pinned against the tree, attacking at your mouth. Kissing so roughly you stumble and hold his shoulders for support. He breaks away and you’re left panting. “Javi-”

But he’s licking a stripe from your shoulder and up your neck, sucking just below your ear. “Taste like salt and coconut, so sweet.” He grunts and drops to his knees. You gape at the sight of Javier on his knees, in the dirt, his nose skimming your bikini bottom that had that unwashable scent of sunscreen and chlorine from a pool trip last summer. You lean forward and nails digging into his tanned shoulder blades. His hands engulf the back of your thighs while his soft face rubs along your clothed mound, inhaling and kissing you. Worshiping you. “Always wanted to see you in a tiny bikini, want to slide it to the side and make you come on my tongue.” He looks up at you, and drags his pointer finger at your folds as they show through your daisy printed bikini bottoms. 

You shut your eyes tightly and take in a deep breath. 

“I was the last to the water. Stand up.” You say as demanding as possible but truly you were about to crumble. He furrows his brow in protest but you keep your distance, and you switch positions. Dropping down to your knees, your back faces the tree and he cages you in. Your heart races every time it’s up to you and purely your skill to get him off. Even though you have done far less to get him to come in his pants, putting your mouth on him still makes you nervous. 

You suppose that’s why it also still makes you so wet. Your knees crunch against leaves, you waste no time palming him like you usually do, he’s hard—he’s been hard all day. Fingernails hook in the waistband of his swim trunks and his throbbing cock sprang out, hitting his bare chest before settling. It’s so red it’s nearly purple. You pout, “Oh Javi-I’m sorry I made you wait so long. Will you let me take care of this?” You widen your eyes like he needs any convincing, brown, wide and glossy. 

His throat bobs and he nods, running one hand down the back of your head. “Yeah querida, please-oh fuck.” You give him no time to think straight before you’re dragging the tip of his cock against your sticky lips. Just teasing the entrance you’ll let him fuck for a bit. Your brows screw together and you reach your unused hand down to your breasts. Pinching and squeezing, Javier isn’t sure what to focus on. Javier crowds your hand with his, guiding himself on your lips. “Please Andrea, open up–you're killing me.”

You sit perfectly on your heels, attempting to release any tension he caused when he was on his knees just a minute ago. You’re about to open your mouth when Javier roughly grabs your chin and your mouth pops open by force. You feel your bikini bottoms soaking more at the new harshness in his hold, and your mouth is finally crowded by his length. “Mnmm-” He thrusts the blunt head at the back of your throat. He continues rolling his hips while you attempt to catch up with your tongue, your eyes flash up at him in utmost desire. Being used, letting him use you makes you feel the most in control you’ve ever experienced. You move your hand from your breasts to cup his balls. “Don’t you dare-fuck–keep touching yourself.” He gravels out.

You nod and make a sobbing noise around him. Letting him go you slip your hands back down your body.  He gravels out.

You nod and make a sobbing noise around him. Letting him go you slip your hands back down your body. Rubbing yourself through your nylon clad cunt, digging your nails into his thigh while you touch yourself through your bikini. His eyes were screwed shut while he rolls his hips against your face until your lips are close to the base of him, you gag. His hand grabs the back of your hair and separates you from his cock with a gasp and a string of spit connecting the two of you. Your cheeks are stained with tears and you look up at his face. His face concerned while he runs his hand from his hair down to your cheek, wiping your lip free of spit. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles.

He’s being so gentle and your brows furrow. You didn’t want gentle, with a frown you grab his hand and guide it to the back of your head once more, taking him back into your mouth. “Fuck— baby-baby I’m gonna come.” His hips stutter and you relax your throat to take him farther once more. He comes with a moan of your name and a tight grip at your hair that stings. He fills your mouth and all you could do is breathe through your nose while he folds over with both hands gripping the tree behind you. 

He softens in your mouth and you decide to part. Swallowing and licking your lips you wipe your eyes free of tears. During your self recovery Javier exhales and tucks himself away. Head blurry, Javier reaches down to stand you up right from under your arms. He wipes dirt from your knees and kisses your hip bone while he’s down there. “Thank you. You’re always so good.” Your cheeks warm. 

“I know.” 

He shakes his head at your comment and kisses you roughly, pinning you against the tree. You stand on your tip-toes and hold his shoulders to push back into the kiss. His large calloused hands cover your entire waistline, sliding slowly to your lower back—goosebumps rising like it’s the first time. He takes an entire handful of your ass, kneading and rolling. You didn’t have the biggest behind and you surely didn’t have the biggest breasts but he still touched you like you were carved by Michelangelo. 

There’s no breeze in this heat, but branches rustle as if footsteps approach. “Mmm—I love you.” He whispers against your lips. A sun sets in your heart, in complete bliss you smile against him.

“I love you too.”

“I fucking knew it!”

You and Javier jump from each other with a gasp. Genie stands five feet away with a thrilled look. 

“We-“ You begin, your heart beats out of your chest. “How long were you there for!”

She cackles, “I only saw minor groping and I love you— you guys I’m so excited right now—“

“It’s um-“ Javier begins and his voice dies before rubbing his head. 

“No-no don’t explain it to me. I won’t tell Frankie or anything but if you two are serious which you just said I love you so… well Frankie will get over it just you should tell him. Tell him after the honeymoon he’d be too busy being my husband to care.” She rambles as she usually does when she’s thrilled. 

“We’re dating.” Javier states and you could burst into flames. 

You smile and nod, “We were planning on waiting until after the wedding to tell anyone.” 

He looks to you with a smile and Genie squeals running between the two of you and hooking arms. 

“Okay, tell me everything. I’ve been waiting years for this.”

[writers-vlogx]

yandere rafa kidnaps his ex from her wedding

(rafa is dramatic as fuck,you would have come if he had just asked)

OHHH YALL ARE SOME SMART MF HE WOULD ABSOLUTELY DO THAT

Rafael caro quintero kidnapping you on your wedding day

Okay I can see this going one of two ways, the first being yall would have been dating before, but you broke up because you just couldn't stand seeing him hurt

And while it hurt you leaving him, you never stopped loving him. Neither did he stop keeping tabs on you, and eventually finds out your going to get married

The other way that I can see this going is your family doesn't know about him and decided to marry you to someone of their choice, and you ask him to come crash the wedding but for the sake of my own sanity it's gonna be the first option

You tried okay? You tried so hard to move on even if your heart ached, when you started seeing someone else it didn't feel right

You felt repulsed by him, but you had to because you had promised to never see him again.

When you came into his house that day, and decided to break his heart. You had told him you were tired of this, that you were tired of him

But that wasn't true "ya no puedo hacer esto Rafael, estoy cansada de todo esto, estoy cansada de tus cosas" No please look at me I'm sorry I hurt you! "Siempre es el negocio y no me contestas por semanas" No why do you look so hurt let me hold you I promise to never do that again "Honestamente estoy viendo a alguien más, alguien que si sabe que es amar" NO I didn't mean it please my heart only belongs to you I could never leave you!! "Así que, no me busques porfavor" amd with that you left, you left him behind and sometimes you think you might have left your heart right in front of that door along with him

You tried so hard to love again, but you couldn't; your heart didn't beat for anyone but rafa

And it seems unreal but time kept moving and when you least expected it; you were getting married

Ever since that day you left Rafael in that house, something inside him snapped

He became cold, when he was drunk he cried a lot and even when you told him to forget about you. He never forgot, instead he actually became obsessed with knowing where you were, with who and why

Felix became worried over him and tried to introduce him to other women, tried to get him to date but he was never interested; he wanted you and no one else

When he heard you were getting married? That was his breaking point

He refused to see you be anyone else's so he rounded up his people and got ready because he was having you, he didn't care whether you hated him or not

The day of the wedding came, everyone kept congratulating you and asking you how you felt, in truth however you felt nothing

You had imagined this moment many times, how he would look, where it would be and how joyful you would feel seeing him but this was not rafa and now it was too late to back out, so with dread you walked up to the altar ready to seal your vows, to lose your freedom

But that's when you heard it, men dressed in all black with guns shooting at the roof of the church and a man in front of all of them dressed exactly the same, but that voice...

You recognized who that was especially by the way he looked at you, he was angry

"TODOS AL SUELO, HIJOS DE SU CHINGADA MADRE, NO VA HABER BODA HOY NI NUNCA" with that he grabbed you by the wrist and before you could say anything else

BANG

He had shot the man in the head in cold blood, while his men kept everyone in their place, he started dragging you out of the church into a car that looked too familiar not to remember

When he finally got in the car you pulled his mask off to see him, his hair was messy, and he was sweating, a frown on his face

He opened his mouth as if to protest shu5 down whatever you had to say when you just kiss him, kissed him because of the nights that you spent without him, the days missing him and regretting leaving him, but out of anything else, you felt pain in how you broke his heart and walked out the door

You wanted nothing more than to feel him and never pull away, to beg him for forgiveness because you missed him so much it physically hurt

He thought you would be mad, furious even but you were the complete opposite, you held his face so delicately and smiled at him

"Hay no sabes cuanto te eh extrañando rafael, perdóname por todo te juro que nunca quise hacerte daño perdóname por favor" you were grabbing at his hands, face buried in his chest, like you needed to be as physically close as possible or you would vanish

"Oye calmada amor, no te disculpes porfavor, pero enserió como se te ocurre dejarme y irte con otro hijo de la chingada eh?" He understood you needed him, but he could still feel the anger inside him, because that man touched you, because he had the audacity to try to take what was his

" y a ti como se te ocurre ir y destruir una boda? Si no querías que me casara me pudiste haber dicho" you crossed your arms, but a smile gave it all away

You werent mad at him, and he wasn't mad at you, but you both had missed each other for the longest "ay ven aquí, me importa poco si te cansas de mi, me perteneces a mi y no voy a volver a dejar que te alejes de mi" he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead "ahora si vamos de aquí, okay amor" he looked down at you laying on his lap "I wouldn't want it any other way, mi rafa" somehow after all of this, it seemed it made yall stronger and just like he said, he won't let you escape again.

Okay whoever send me that thank you so much, made ya boi very happy, you know sometimes I hope rafa would be bi so I may imagine he would date me and love me 🤦🏻‍♂️

[virtie333]

Writing Patterns

tagged by @soft-girl-musings. Thank you! I need to get my nerves settled before I start writing and this should help!

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

I'm going to skip the drabbles and the reposted X-File fics for this one.

Bisque: Poe Dameron walked toward the stairs that led to the front door of the old Victorian house, excitement flowing through him.

While You Were Sleeping: When Rey Dameron opened her eyes, she knew she wasn’t in her bed.

Shameless: “This is not how I thought this day was gonna go.”

Blind Faith: “Breathe!”

El Dìa de le Boda: Poe Dameron looked at his reflection in the mirror, readjusting his bow tie for what felt like the fiftieth time.

Beg, Borrow, or Steal - Part 3: When The Chronicler exited hyperspace and the giant orange ball of Yavin appeared in the viewscreen, Poe Dameron felt his whole body relax in a way it rarely ever did.

She Makes Him Laugh: The Galactic Government Solutions Conference was in its third day, and Rey Skywalker was more than ready for it to end.

Caer del Cielo: Rey Smith looked around the small plane as the people around her got settled. 

Bajo el Àrbol de Navidad: Deputy Poe Dameron sat in his patrol vehicle, a three-year old Chevy Tahoe, staring out into the snow as it fell lightly on the road in front of him

Paint It Black: “Katia?” 

Yeah, I'm not seeing much of a pattern. Which I guess is a good thing. Keep people guessing? LOL

No pressure tags: @my-secret-shame, @coneygoil, @diplomaticprincess, @reallyrallyauthor, @spacecowboyhotch, @ivystoryweaver, @randomfoggytiger, and anyone else.

Sorry if I forgot anyone or if anyone was tagged double: I'm in a post therapy let-down so I'm tired!

[ohxdios]

U2 y la Biblia.

La música es un lenguaje universal y tiene el poder de trasladarte en segundos a lugares remotos, por ejemplo si ponemos la marcha nupcial estamos en una boda, si ponemos las mañanitas con el Rey David incluido estaremos a punto de sumirle la cara en el pastel al festejado (nunca he entendido ese ritual), y si ponemos el tema de tiburón lo último que se te antoja es que los Pastores te bauticen ¿correcto?

El año pasado, luego de la pandemia y todo esto me encontré con la versión bíblica de The Message que me ha sido de mucha ayuda en mi trabajo. Colaboro en un CallCenter donde contratamos a gran número de expatriados, extraditados que por razones de documentos se ven en la necesidad de dejarlo todo y venir a Monterrey, ahí es donde los recibo y los transformó en agentes de seguros. Lo hermoso es que esto implica Cultura, Bienestar, Salud, Alojamiento, Alimentación, Mucho Trabajo y Muchísima obra por medio del Espíritu Santo. Alguna vez el Pastor Luis en alguna de las reuniones Indomables le bautizó como el ministerio de la intercesión y me encantó.

Esta nueva versión de MSG me ha permitido transmitirles mensajes en un lenguaje más contemporáneo. La versión es producto de la pluma de Eugene H Peterson quien antes de ser llamado ante la presencia del Señor recibió en su casa a Bono el vocalista y líder de U2 para platicar acerca de su influencia de la Biblia y los Salmos en sus líricas y me dejó sorprendido.

De manera que presenté este tema en la compañía para ayudar a mis estudiantes a tener un contacto más cercano con las Escrituras a través de las canciones de U2.

¿Me acompañan?

Como un entrenamiento es mucho más largo que una intervención en el escenario voy a seleccionar las 10 mejores historias y una más para el gran final. Pero el estudio incluye otras 20 canciones que le puedo también compartir con mucho gusto.

Acerca de las versiones, encontré que la mayoría de las letras de U2 se acoplan a versiones clásicas como la de King James KJV y la New International Version NIV y las traducciones estarán en NTV.

I Will Follow

Es la 1er canción de U2, Bono la escribe luego del fallecimiento de su madre por un derrame cerebral. Es un himno para muchos fans de la banda. Destaca el corito "If you walk away walk away I will follow" que lo encuentras en (Rt 1:16): "But Ruth said, "Entreat me not to leave you or to return from following you; for where you go I will go, and where you lodge I will lodge; your people shall be my people, and your God my God." → “Pero Rut respondió: -No me pidas que te deje y regrese a mi pueblo. A dónde tú vayas iré; dondequiera que tú vivas, yo viviré. Tu pueblo será mi pueblo, y tu Dios será mi Dios” NTV.

With or Without You

La clásica frase "See the thorn twist in your side" la encontramos en (2 Cor12:7): "To keep me from becoming conceited because of these surpassingly great revelations, there was given me a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me."        → “aún cuando he recibido de Dios revelaciones tan maravillosas. Así que para impedir que me volviera orgulloso, se me dió una espina en mi carne, un mensajero de Satanás para atormentarme e impedir que me volviera orgulloso” NTV

October

Aquí Edge nos deleita con un delicioso piano para luego escuchar "And kingdoms rise and kingdoms fall" la cual se basa del (Sal 46:6): "Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall; he lifts his voice, the earth melts." → “¡Las naciones se encuentran en un caos, y sus reinos se desmoronan (v-6) ¡La voz de Dios truena, y la tierra se derrite!” NTV.

“I Still Haven´t Found What I´m Looking For”

En "He'll be your shelter from the storm" Proviene del (Sal 55:8) "I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm." → “Que rápido me escaparía, lejos de esta furiosa tormenta de odio” NTV

Y en "I have spoken with the tongue of angels" de (1 Cor 13:1) "If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal." →”Si pudiera hablar todos los idiomas del mundo y de los angeles pero no amara a los demás…” NTV.

Sunday Bloody Sunday

tiene mucho que revizar, "Trenches dug within our hearts, And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart" lo encuentras en (Mt10:35): "For I have come to set a man against his father, a daughter against her mother, and a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law."; (En palabras de Jesús) “He venido a poner a un hombre contra su padre, a una hija contra su madre y a una nuera contra su suegra”.  NTV

Luego la línea "Wipe the tears from your eyes" es de Apocalipsis(21:4): "He will wipe every tear from their eyes..." → “Él les secará toda lágrima de los ojos, y no habrá más muerte ni tristeza ni llanto ni dolor”.

La frase "We eat and drink while tomorrow they die" viene de (I Cor 15:32) "If the dead are not raised, let us eat and drink, for tomorrow we die." → “Y si no hay resurrección, ¡comámos y bebamos, que mañana moriremos” NTV

El "how long" es muy recurrente en las Escrituras por ejemplo en (Sal 6:3): "My soul is in anguish. How long, O LORD, how long?" → “Mi corazón está angustiado; ¿cuánto falta, oh Señor, para que me restaures” y en el (Sal94:3) "How long will the wicked, O LORD, how long will the wicked be jubilant?" →”Hasta cuando, SEÑOR?  ¡Hasta cuándo los perversos tendrán permiso para regodearse? o bien es muy buen ejemplo el de (Ha 1:2): "How long, O LORD, must I call for help, but you do not listen? Or cry out to you, "Violence!" but you do not save?" → “Hasta cuándo debo pedir ayuda, oh SEÑOR? ¡Pero tú no escuchas!

When the Streets Have No Name

Aquí también hay bastante, "We're beaten and blown by the wind" es de (Sn 1:6: "But he should ask in faith, not doubting, for the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea that is driven and tossed about by the wind." El siguiente ejemplo nos muestra el profundo conocimiento que Bono tiene de las Escrituras pues compara el término de calles con la gran avenida que te lleva al Reino de Dios (Apo 22:1) "Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, as clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb down the middle of the great street of the city." Y en el 22:21 "The great street of the city was of pure gold, like transparent glass."

I Still Haven´t Found What I´m Looking For

Este himno no podía quedarse fuera : "I have spoken with the tongue of angels" de (1Cor13:1): "If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal." En la versión del Rattle and Hum encuentras la línea: "He'll be your shelter from the storm" del (Sal55:8): "I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm."

Pride

Ya casi para finalizar tenemos todo un himno el “In the name of Love. La famosa línea "One man betrayed with a kiss" es en la que Jesus le comenta a Judas, si vas a traicionar al Hijo del Hombre con un beso ¡Obviamente! Está en (Lc 22:48).

El "One man washed on an empty beach" me parece que pudiera tratarse del momento en que Jonas sea escupido por el gran pez (Jon2:10): "Then the Lord ordered the fish to spit up Jonah on the beach, and it did." → “Entonces el SEÑOR ordenó al pez escupir a Jonás sobre la playa” NTV. Y por último pero no menos importante la de "One man come he to justify" es claramente de (Is 53:11) "my righteous servant will justify many, and he will bear their iniquities." → “mi siervo justo hará posible que muchos seamos contados entre los justos, porqué el cargará con todos los pecados de ellos” NTV. Que luego se remata con el "Justify" is a key que es la base de la Gracia de nuestro Señor.

Please

Aquí Bono canta “Your sermón on the mount” no se requiere mayor explicación (Lc 6:20-26).

Beatiful Day

Creo que desde ahora esta canción me gusta más. En "The heart is a bloom/shoots up through the stony ground" la ubicas en (Is 53:2): "He grew up before him like a tender shoot, and like a root out of dry ground." → “Mi siervo creció en la presencia del SEÑOR como un tierno brote verde, como raíz en tierra seca” NTV.

Ahora la "See the bird with the leaf in her mouth" es de (Gen8:10-11):  [Noe] waited seven days more and again sent the dove out from the ark. In the evening the dove came back to him, and there in its bill was a plucked-off olive leaf! So Noah knew that the waters had lessened on the earth." → “Después de esperar otros siete días, Noé volvió a soltar la paloma; esta vez la paloma regresó a él por la tarde con una hoja de olivo fresca en su pico. Entonces Noé supo que las aguas del diluvio se habían retirado casi por completo” NTV.

The Wanderer

Personalmente tengo todo un tema con el tema de la resurrección, pues mi esperanza está muy bien puesta en la resurrección de nuestro Señor Jesucristo como mi destino. Es un gran tema como para compartir con alguien que acaba de despedir a un ser querido. Fue interpretada en el homenaje a Johnny Cash. Comenzamos con la línea que dice "Through streets paved with gold" -- Revelation 21:21: "The twelve gates were twelve pearls, each gate made of a single pearl. The great street of the city was of pure gold, like transparent glass." → “Las doce puertas estaban hechas de perlas, ¡cada puerta hecha de una sola perla! Y la calle principal era de oro puro y tan cristalino como el vidrio” NTV.

Luego en "Who would sit at his Father's right hand" está en (Mt 26:64): "'Yes, it is as you say,' Jesus replied. 'But I say to all of you: In the future you will see the Son of Man sitting at the right hand of the Mighty One and coming on the clouds of heaven.'"

→  “-Tú lo has dicho; y en el futuro verán al Hijo del Hombre sentado en el lugar de poder, a la derecha de Dios y viniendo en las nubes del cielo” NTV.

Si bien el tema se titula The Wanderer, llamá mi atención que bien pudo llamarse The Preacher que pudiera tener una fuerte influencia del libro Eclesiastés que en algunas versiones se titula así The Preacher. Por ejemplo

Ecclesiastes 11:9: "Rejoice, O young man, while you are young, and let your heart be glad in the days of your youth. Follow the ways of your heart, the vision of your eyes; yet understand as regards all this God will bring you to judgment." (Ecl 11:9) → “Gente joven: ¡la juventud es hermosa! Disfruten cada momento de ella. Hagan todo lo que quieran hacer, ¡No se pierdan nada! Pero recuerden que tendrán que rendirle cuentas a Dios de cada cosa que hagan” NTV.

Es muy probable que después de esta platica tu concepto sobre U2 sea diferente. A mí me está sucediendo y tengo que compartirte que he visto la banda 4 veces. Aunque el propósito no es el de promover la banda sino La Palabra, resaltando la forma tan genial en que sin duda alguna el Espíritu Santo ha guiado a Bono a lo largo de estos 43 años. Me voy a despedir con una canción que es muy hermosa. Sus frases no encajan con algún versículo, pero contienen todo el mensaje del Evangelio, les daré tres ejemplos:

Have you come here for forgiveness? Have you come to raise the dead? Have you come here to play Jesus?

Acompáñame a cantarla juntos desde la perspectiva de nuestro Señor Jesucristo.

One

¿Está mejorando? Is it getting better? ¿O sientes lo mismo? Or do you feel the same? ¿Te lo hará más fácil ahora? Will it make it easier on you now? tienes a alguien a quien culpar You got someone to blame

Dices, un amor, una vida You say, one love, one life Cuando es una necesidad en la noche When it's one need in the night Un amor, podemos compartirlo One love, we get to share it Te deja bebé si no te importa Leaves you baby if you don't care for it

¿Te decepcioné? Did I disappoint you? ¿O dejar un mal sabor de boca? Or leave a bad taste in your mouth? Actúas como si nunca hubieras tenido amor You act like you never had love Y quieres que me vaya sin And you want me to go without

Bueno, es demasiado tarde esta noche Well it's too late tonight Para arrastrar el pasado a la luz To drag the past out into the light Somos uno pero no somos lo mismo We're one but we're not the same Llegamos a llevarnos unos a otros, llevarnos unos a otros We get to carry each other, carry each other ¡Uno! One!

¿Has venido aquí por el perdón? Have you come here for forgiveness? ¿Has venido a resucitar a los muertos? Have you come to raise the dead? ¿Has venido aquí a jugar a Jesús? Have you come here to play Jesus? A los leprosos en tu cabeza To the lepers in your head

¿Pedí demasiado? Did I ask too much? Más que mucho More than a lot No me diste nada ahora es todo lo que tengo You gave me nothin' now it's all I got Somos uno pero no somos lo mismo We're one but we're not the same Bueno, nos lastimamos y luego lo hacemos de nuevo. Well we hurt each other then we do it again

Dices que el amor es un templo, el amor una ley superior You say love is a temple, love a higher law El amor es un templo, ama la ley superior Love is a temple, love the higher law Me pides que entre pero luego me haces gatear You ask me to enter but then you make me crawl Y no puedo estar aguantando lo que tienes And I can't be holdin' on to what you got Cuando todo lo que tienes está herido When all you got is hurt

Un amor, una sangre One love, one blood Una vida, tienes que hacer lo que debes One life, you got to do what you should Una vida, el uno con el otro One life, with each other hermanas, hermanos Sisters, brothers

Una vida pero no somos iguales One life but we're not the same Llegamos a llevarnos unos a otros, llevarnos unos a otros We get to carry each other, carry each other Uno One

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