#SKSK PART 2 MAYBE!?
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Hi, hey, hello, maayong buntag sA TANAN đđ
IM AWAKE (yes i know i slept for an hour sue me) AND WITH MANY THINGS I WISH I SHARED LAST NIGHT ABOUT THE STUDIES AND ITS ONLY ABOUT SHITARA.
I'll post another one about my thought process on the others' design elements I included mayhaps after part 2 is out (which i assure u is not as extensive as part 1, its a one per person package deal). Like their body hair or whatnot (yes, takiishi's lack of a happy trail was intentional).
(p.s. this is a vent for me but if u want to watch me simp haphazardly, then u're in the right place)
This was my reference for shitara and let me tell u this was more than i needed but my fingers kept screenshoting more and moreee.. .
Hes so silly and funny, and hes a dilf so hes already checks out more of my ideal type sksk. HIS SCRUFF, I LOVED DRAWING HIS SCRUFF AND HIS BODY HAIRR. I HAVENT POSTED ANY DRAWINGS PUBLICLY WITH BODY HAIR BUT FOR YOU SIR, ANYTHING FOR YOUU.
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QnA Time:
"Whats up with the dad bod Brooke/Eve?"
Hear me out: I wanted him to have a beer belly and then I went oKAY maybe lets give him MORE chonk aND I DID AND HES LITERALLY EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED ICANT- *slams fist against the table*
"Was shitara the reason why-?"
Yes, yes. I got hit with the sudden urge to draw him topless and i decided to extend the graces to umemiya (thats his son in all but blood so ofc) and togame (no. 3 on my list). But ig four sounded better than 3 but i didnt know who to pick so i let y'all pick for me. Now takiishi's there, with messly drawn up left hand on the handstand sksk. The reference photo wasnt any better, who knew people could have such large fingers.
"Why did you make it a torso study instead of drawing him topless once like a normal person?"
Because im insane thats why and what is normal, dont know her. Also i thought it would be a good way to learn how the torso anatomy and how the muscles work u know? And i chose quite the variety to characters that canonically have different body types that i can play around. So now i know which muscles go where and how light plays with it skks.
"Is Shitara your no. 1?"
No, that belongs to Ales đ«¶. The absolute rock they were the entire time i was sharing her wips. He's no. 2 tho, that's why my OTP (and OT3) for windbre is Ales/Me/Shitara. It was never gonna be anything else but SuoSakuNire is a close second. Highkey in love with both of them sksks.
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Back to silly thoughts:
sirrr keep me warm in this cold ass weather bagyo seasonn~
Speaking of, u know i had to play "Big Boys" by SZA on that SNL show or whatever AND "big boys x streets" mashup because the wayyy i feltt a lot of thingsss in my heart when that song was on. Very yummy. OH YEAH AND "CANDY" BY DOJA CAT AND "AUSSIE AUSSIE O SIGE" BY ANDREW E!!
I will patiently await the day we see current timeline Shitara looking as handsome and gorgeous as ever. I WILL PATIENTLY AWAIT THE DAY HE GETS A SEIYUU. I HAVE A LIST ON POTENTIAL VA OPTIONS SKSK.
anyways, i think thats all. kissing his scruffy chin in my head before i skiddadle to uni đđ
#eve babbles#the thoughts i be thinking in this 'ol nogging of mine will be kept between me myself and i#and ales because she knows and accepts me for the freak that i am#the other thoughts that is#if you know me long enough you'll probably already guess i have a type#and its even worse if you know me irl like ales does skskks#and shu but mostly ales
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I don't think you reblogged this but I am interested so 1&2 for the same ask game when you have time! Whichever WIP you want.
Oh my days HI GABE!!!! Thank you for the ask!! For everyone else there's a wip questionnaire here by @buffythevampirelover which maybe I'll reblog in a minute if anyone wants to ask me questions about my fan or og projects hahahah
1. What was the first part of your wip that you created?
Okay I'm actually gonna answer this about two different projects because a) I bugged gabe to actually give me a project and he said disarmed sksksk but also b) I have an interesting answer for one of my og projects
Disarmed, first of all - this is a fanfic wip that I'm currently working on (we're on the last chapter now, hurrah!). It's an idea I had in 2021, and I had actually decided that it was officially scrapped/permanently shelved at the start of January....only for me to then sign up to the goreswap exchange and decide to write it anyway SKSK ONLY TO THEN STOP because it got too long so I wrote something else instead.
If you don't like mentions of horrible injuries, I'd recommend stopping here and jumping to the next post on your dash haha.
Disarmed actually originally came about from a very rancid dream I had where the Doctor and the Master were both found in a forest on an alien planet, holding each other's severed arms over their shoulders rip. And so, from there, I ended up drafting this Idea in my brain - and I had this EXCEPTIONALLY clear image in my head of the Master sewing the Doctor's arm onto where his used to be (which...kind of doesn't technically even happen in the story anymore but the imagery remained), and so that was the first thing I created. Which is - actually tell you what, I'm gonna throw that sketch that i did under the cut along with the rest of this answer in case people scrolling don't want to see mild cartoon gore haha. Also this post might get a bit long anyway
Here he is!
So in case anyone wasn't sure, the title is purely there for the pun and always has been hahah
For my og project though - this is a script that I'm not gonna say the name of because I submitted it to a BBC script call HAHA, but it's about a meteorite strike that causes a lot of problems, including giving some people dangerous powers. This idea actually started waaaaaaaay back when I was like, 16yo or so, when I wrote three songs that I wanted to make into a concept album. I'm pretty sure that the first one was actually one called Days Gone By, which I actually filmed myself singing here, back when I had long hair haha, although I think you could argue that the bones of We've Heard It All Before (which is now a complete song - and also YIKES I took this fast, baby taka what are you doing sksksk) came up before any of Days Gone By. How do I know this? I have a ton of old voice notes on my laptop. The interesting thing here is that Days Gone By is actually Plot C in my script and doesn't even come up in the episode that I wrote, which was the pilot, and thus only covers Plot A (Through the Dust and Blood, the third song which I did not film) and Plot B (We've Heard It All Before). Even funnier story - the idea for the original concept album which became the script was ALSO, like disarmed, based on a dream I had HAHAHA (but like, so loosely. I don't think any of the original dream other than the imminent meteorite strike has made it into the final project. Great jumping off point, though!).
2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?
Gonna answer this one about my og WIP script, Onkalo, because this project has some original folk songs that I've written right at the heart of it - and so, naturally, I would have a rendition of Over Onkalo as the intro. I kind of imagine it like, a medley of an instrumental or soundtrack version, so more dramatic and orchestral, but with people singing the song coming in and out of it - and then it would end on just people singing the last line acapella as the rest of the music fades out and theeeeen - titles! Or something like that. If I have to go with a song that's already been written though, I'd probably go with maybe El BĂșho by Blanco White, or You Are a Memory by Message to Bears.
THANKS FOR THE ASK GABE!! <3
#taka replies#wip questionnaire#gabeorelse#this is fun#onkalo#taka writes#disarmed#uhh honestly not sure what to tag this HAHAH#scripts
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Hope not too many for one ask sksk
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â give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing
i definitely think that my word choice & sentence structure can be pretty clunky because i tend to repeat certain words or phrases all the time. i'm working on adding more variety & changing up my writing style from time to time so i can get some practice with different styles. also, i have a bad habit of changing up sentences bc i don't like how they look -- not necessarily the phrasing, just stuff like not starting a paragraph with 'the' because i don't like how sharp a capital 'T' looks at the beginning of a sentence.
𧩠â what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?
it honestly depends on my mood! i'm not too bothered by formatting or grammar, but if a plot doesn't really vibe with how i'm feeling (e.g. seeking out humor fics & finding a very plot-dense introspective one), then i'll usually click away. it doesn't mean the story is bad or anything -- just that it's getting put on a read later list for when i'm feeling like reading it. i basically click away from any fic i'm not in the current headspace for & save it for later.
đ â what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?
i love getting long comments -- def super happy whenever i see those. i am very grateful for any kind of comments tho! it's very sweet knowing that someone took the time to stop by and drop a string of emojis or write out a few sentences <3
đȘČ â add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here
Marcus can be saved. If there is one thing that Sejanus believes in, it has to be that. If Sejanus could simply be strong enough, quick enough, clever enoughâmaybe Marcus could live this time. If Sejanus could become enough, then perhaps Marcus would not be here at all. But over and over and over again Sejanus learns that it is not nearly so simple, that a life lost and regained and broken and undone would remain so, no matter how many turns he is granted to try just one more time. And another. And again.
âïž â what made you choose your username?
it's kind of lame tbh -- the "tumbling" part was literally just bc i was signing up for tumblr, and i carried that over to when i was making an ao3 account. "ghosts" just bc of the profile i had selected (which is from chibird -- there's a lot of very cute and motivational art there & i highly recommend checking it out). i can't remember why "backpacks" was chosen though... i might have just been mashing nouns together at that point lol
đŠ â name three good things about a character you hate
ooo this is hard bc i can't think of a character i necessarily hate? either i like a character, or i'm indifferent. maybe coriolanus snow (though i do have a lot of fun writing from his pov) bc his mindset & the way he views others is very ehhhh.
but i digress -- three good things about him are 1) he's intelligent (he was very good at utilizing his charm and wit to pave a path for himself), 2) he's very driven (he's incredibly ambitious and motivated towards his goals), 3) he's funny (his pov, if nothing else, is incredibly entertaining)...too bad none of those things could make him choose to be a good person :/
thanks for the ask! :D
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I would love to be your friend, fellow redhead. âĄ
And yes, I can confirm the anaesthesia thing. I once had to get a root canal treatment at the dentist and they had to anaesthetise me so much half of my face was paralysed for most of the day, and it still hurt so bad.
I actually love my red hair and freckles, it's the one thing I have always liked about my appearance. I don't like the sunburn, poor skin/eczema, and allergies that come with it however, those I could do without.
This might be a bit confronting, but as someone with a psychology degree, what would you advise yourself, regarding the anxiety. What if you wrote yourself a letter, and then read it with the mindset of a professional psychologist, as if it is not about yourself (side note: maybe I should do this myself, except for the professional psychologist part, as I have neither experience nor knowledge about that).
What does R's development entail? Are they becoming more self assured, or self aware in what they need in a relationship? Instead of crossing paths, contact could of course also be initiated by either one of them, but then there would obviously have to be a reason for said contact. I feel like I'm just throwing vague suggestions at you at this point, so I don't know if this is worth anything to you.
Have a nice day/night (depending on when you're reading this), my wonderful pineapple friend.
-Chaotic Anon
if i had a pound for every time a fellow redhead contacted my blog because they too are a redhead, i would have two pounds... and i lowkey love that.
yeahhhhh i was kept awake for two procedures where i had teeth taken out (healthy teeth, just my mouth was too small for all of them sksks) before i had braces, i luckily didn't feel anything minus a pain in my eye but i got hit in the face earlier in the day at school because people are delightful, but i was in so much achy pain after i just tried sleeping at like 7pm bleh.
ohh the genetics that come with red hair, the ability to turn into a tomato under a smidge of sunlight, then go back to being yoghurt ghostly pale... my freckles aren't as prominent as they were in my childhood i think, they're quite tiny too but yeahhh, freckles are fun.
honestly i have no idea, i have all these concepts and this understanding in my head, it's just the physical symptoms, breathing exercises don't do much, and i can't plunge my face into ice water every time i'm anxious, even if it's calming, it's freezing cold.
i'll post part 2 tonight so whenever you see it if you want to read it, you'll see some of the development R goes through post-break-up and leaving Barcelona... it just feels like there are limited reasons for R and the ex being in the same country as each other, let alone same room. But I think R's abandoned the idea of love, too overwhelmed by the attention they get after the events in part 3, especially since R barely got any attention pre-part 1, in both romantic relationship and from the public... but R can see that they are finally getting what they deserve, R deserved more and deserved better than where they were at in part 1... yeah:)
thank you, i hope you're having a nice time on this existential plain too, whatever time it is for you... now i lowkey want some pineapple...
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Happy STS!! I know a lot about S&N, but not much about the others, so could you infodump about a WIP of your choice? đ - @trixierosewrites
*rubs hands together* hehe......
For some... balance, I thought that talking some more about the plot of Firstborn Prince would be pretty fun!
The plot is a very specific one, because it is basically stored in one playlist. It has 1 hour 52 minutes, so if I listen to it from start to finish it's like listening to my own brand of musical sksksksk
Most of the songs are, actually, from different musicals (like Prince of Egypt, SIX, Hunchback of Notre Dame, theres quite a number of stuff in there sksks, maybe I will one day write a full post breakdown of every song, the lyrics and what happens in my story during the song hihiiii)
This story is a very weird one for me specifically because of the setting, which is like high fantasy. I, personally, am not really a big fan of fantasy. I like urban fantasy, modern stuff, I like steampunky stuff, but I've never been a great fan of the medieval-themes typical fantasy. Buuuut-- that one setting has me in its grasp. I should really develop it a bit more outside of the story that takes place, maybe work a map out, different kingdoms aside from the main one, stuff like that. I want to make a doc with all the lore I have in one place, iron out inconsistencies. Decide about the kinds of elementals there are!! Polish the soul system, decide exactly how it works. I am that type of writer who will get stuck up on that sort of things, deciding how stuff works, how its used, all sorts of exceptions, how systems and society changed through the years.
So yeah, moving on to the setting, one of the most important part of the world I have set up in there is that there are 2* kinds of sentient beings (could expand on it if I ever expand the world beyond the story though--), humans and elementals. The main difference is the soul. The soul of a human is hollowed out, while the soul of an elemental is filled to the brim with magic (a soul of a half-elemental, like the main character, is in a between state, harnessing both qualities of an elemental and a human)
Because of that, elementals can do magic, but only of one kind, the flavour of their soul. Meanwhile humans can (permanently or temporarily) bind themselves to an elemental and borrow from them. If someone is bound to a few elementals they can weave and prepare more intricate, complex spells. A lot of magic in the setting is, because of that need to have an elemental/s with you to do anything, infused into objects or portable, one time use spells. Because of that, wizards, or spell-weavers, are a minority in society, even though most of humanity uses magic, just in the form of by-products, not the raw kind like elementals.
I think the kingdom where the story happens is the only country where the elementals are subjugated/enslaved, a situation that happened because of a war and a binding that was in effect only for the bloodline of the wizard who created the binding spell. Because of that the bloodline is very secure, because the moment they die out the binding would be null, greatly weakening the country.
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Boruto Two Blue Vortex - Chapter 2
chapter 1 review here
letâs get right into the review :3
LONG POST + SPOILERS AHEAD
okay !! chapter 2 picks up right where chapter 1 left off cuz duh !! sksk
so code tells boruto he kind of regrets not pulling up to konoha sooner since he showed up quickly. honestly, yeh. i cannot blame him for feeling that way. if all it took was going to the village he wouldâve done it sooner xD
boruto gets right to the point and tells him to withdraw the claw grimes while he can still control them and heâll let him live. hn⊠interesting. this seems to imply code will at some point lose control of them. code obviously doesnât buy this and boruto insists he will lose more then his left eye this time. obviously these two had an encounter previously that we have yet to see. clearly it didnât go so well for boruto in order for code to not believe he can kill him
sarada is obviously just standing there⊠cuz they unfortunately never make her do anything ._.
boruto just tells her to go help others and theyâll talk later and to stay alive. could his words imply sasuke isnât alive anymore ?? which is why heâs telling her to stay alive ?? also⊠kinda odd this is their first reunion after three years. itâs as if they didnât bother waiting it out for them to have a more meaningful encounterâŠ
in the next scene we got the ino-shika-cho trio fighting claw grimes !! ugh, itâs so nice seeing them in action. love how chocho says these claw grimes are âno big deal, just numbersâ, so theyâre easy to take down
love inojin helping out his teammate and shikadai for looking out for her⥠love that we see them being a team
himawari falls off inojinâs bird and kawaki makes his entrance. he kicks down the claw grime to save himawari. this part is bittersweet. himawari calls him âbig brotherâ and kawaki tells her not to call him that. we know why. heâs not her real big brother and ugh. itâs so sad. moving on, we see that specific claw grime isnât a weakling like the others
another claw grime appears and catches kawaki off guard. it calls kawaki âotsutsukiâ, making him blast it cuz he hates the otsutsuki
more claw grimes keep popping up and shikadai wonders how many there are but kawaki says it doesnât matter because theyâll get rid of all of them
weâre back on code and boruto !!
the two are literally just staring at one another wtfffđđ code has boruto surrounded by claw grimes. one is about to attack boruto but he cuts it. he then easily slices all the ones that were surrounding him
iâm not sure what these panels were suppose to prove ?? just boruto getting rid of claw grimes like everyone else?? they emphasize on boruto here as if him slicing claw grimes is suppose to be cool but⊠like chocho said, theyâre no big deal and just numbers, so it makes sense boruto was able to cut them down with no problems. so iâm not exactly sold on the âcoolâ aspect here if thatâs what they were going for
code acknowledges borutoâs strength by saying he guesses boruto wasnât bluffing with his earlier words. boruto says if he keeps going heâll lose all his claw grimes and code doesnât seem bothered. in fact, he says âand youâre being prematurely cockyâ and âtheyâre just tools anywayâ
huh ?? hopefully this implies code has more up his sleeve? maybe there is more to come here. i hope so cuz so far we have not had this villain be a villain. none of them have, but thatâs a separate discussion. boruto tells code he doesnât know âthe horror of ten tailsâ and then we cut to the next scene
we have sarada fighting claw grimes. first with a fire ball jutsu and then a chidori. iâm not sure why the jonin is⊠amazed by saradaâs abilities here?? heâs in disbelief sheâs still a genin, yet⊠yeah, she did a fire ball jutsu and chidori. those are basic jutsu genin sasuke had mastered. i suppose you can say they ARE genin level ninjutsu if genin sasuke was using these left and right ?? iâm not sure why they made this jonin so amazed. saradaâs also been using fire ball jutsu and chidori since part one, so there truly is no reason to be so awestruck by her abilities. weâve seen this before. of course, weâre not going to see her new strongest abilities right off the bat since the time skip is just starting, but youâd think sheâd be showing some new move thatâll be shown more later ?? the jonin acknowledging her abilities kind of feels like a lazy attempt to make sarada look good without putting in the effort towards writing her character
anyway, sarada asks why her ranking matters as a claw grime sneaks up on her. this jonin takes the fall for her, which makes sense. she was caught off-guard. this claw grime then begins turning into a tree and another does so as well
interesting stuff. i do wonder why. weâll see eventually of course :3
boruto and code keep having a chat. code tells boruto he knows plenty about ten tails, but boruto insists these are different thanks to code enhancing them and how theyâll end up with the âworst possible future everâ. he will spare him if code leads him to the main body of ten tails. tells him to do one act of good, but code refuses saying boruto will be the one dying
okay⊠now this makes me wonder⊠these panels either foreshadow codeâs death in the future OR his redemption. this could literally go either way. boruto says heâll spare him if he leads him to ten tails or itâs death for code. one could obviously say code will be the one dying⊠true⊠boruto maybe wonât kill him now?? the time skip just started, so it makes no sense to boot off the main viallin. not yet anyway. but he said he will spare him if code complies. it could be that eventually code does comply. i donât know. the main villains from the start have always been the otsutsuki. and kara yes, but the consistent ones are the otsutsuki. code isnât an otsutsuki. he wasnât even compatible to be an otsutsuki vessel so it wouldnât be weird to me if he ends up redeemed tbhâŠ
naruto was also about forgiveness and redemption. so far none of the boruto characters in the main cast need redemption. boruto (kawaki) is being seen as the bad guy, but heâs not evil. he hasnât gone bad yet. anywayâŠ
boruto starts his new rasengan resulting in code calling him a âone-trick ponyâ đđ like pls code you didnât have to say it like thatđ but i have to say heâs not⊠wrong. all boruto has going for him are rasengan variations. the poor guy needs more moves dammit. heâs the main character. do something with him !! justice for boruto fr fr
anyway, the chapter ends here. now i patiently wait for chapter 3 to drop !! letâs see what comes next. we do notice mitsuki was in the first chapter saying heâll kill boruto and he was absent in this one. i think itâs still too early to kill off code, so their fight is definitely being interrupted. possibly itâll be mitsuki but who knows. weâll see :3
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OHHHHHPUTTAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (affectionate) the way i came thisđclose to paying someone to legit strap me to a gurney so i didnât quote this whole ass thing line for line BC GOTDAMN, YOU WERE FUCKING ONđONEđWITH THIS INSPIRED SHIT RIGHT HERE
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Silence is heavy in your apartment, but you know he is here, Alejandro, you can sense it, waiting in the dark at your expense. You are not surprised you are next, not when you know how they handle deserters, when you know too much, when they are scared you might talk.
The way I saw the phrases, âyou are next,â and âhow they handle deserters,â and immediately just like put on my helmet, strapped myself into my iron-man-style spacesuit bc I knew that you were about to rocket launch me on a fucking journey from which I might never return and mentally, bc my mind was so blown and turned to jelly, Iâm glad I had the foresight to take these precautionskdjdjdbÂ
Removing your shoes, dropping your bag. Maybe you are just tired, maybe the doormat wasnât that crooked, maybe the fingermarks on the handle were yours, maybe-
MAYBE THE DOORMAT WASNT THAT CROOKED FUCKIKKKKKKKKKK DUDE THAT IS SO OMINOUS AND SINISTER like I am just marveling at how youâve sown the tension and dread and how youâve managed to convey how high the stakes are in a matter of like 2 fuckin paragraphs like do you even understand the SKILL THAT FUFKINT TAKES CABRONA????????Â
ââ You know I couldnât. ââ Alejandro sits on your sofa, his back against the cushion, your cat purring on his lap. ââ Such a pretty thing like you⊠ââ
I mean, this part justâ like, okay I have two cats, I am a very much a Cat Person, itâs not that I donât like dogs but like you have to be a monster to not be a Dog Person, right? Like in a way, I feel like everyone is a Dog Person. BUT I get why ppl have beef with cats, they can be aloof, hard to read, they're picky, very main character syndrome, shit is always on their terms so I think it makes sense that theyâre not for everyone but BY GOD IF ALEJANDRO ISNT ABSOLUTELY A FUCKING CAT PERSON, HE JUST IS, oKAY???????? HC ACCEPTED, LIVELAUGHLOVING IT
Side note ppl: the trick to getting a cat to love you is basically to neg them, like just ignore them, bc theyâre expecting you to shower them with attention cuz thatâs what ppl do with dogs/other cute things, so just think about what youâd do with a dog and do the exact opposite with a cat. also this is gonna sound insane but Iâve forsure hissed at cats that some might call disagreeable, aka downright petty, vicious beasts. Does it look, feel, and sound unhinged and like you should prob be institutionalized? Abso-fucking-lutely. Does it also get a hostile feral creature to know who tfâs in charge? Iâll let you do the math.Â
It is meant as a joke, probably, but it doesnât make you laugh, doesnât make your insides warm up like they used to.
SKSKSKSKSK I mean given the fact that like one of the most dangerous men in the world if only it could be the most interesting man in the world bc the Dos Equis guy seems like an undercover pacifist, I have exactly no evidence for this but it just feels right just pulled a casual B&E, is now sitting in a dark corner of your home, stroking your cat before he presumably kills you, it would make sense that youâre not getting like the warm and fuzzies under those circumstances sksk
ââ Can I feed the cat? ââ ⊠The cat is up as soon as he hears the pantry open, rubbing on your legs, wet nose meeting your ankles. You put more kibble in the bowl, just in case.
UGH THE WAY MY STOMACH DROPPPEDDOSKSKD AT THIS bc like this is exactly what Iâd do if I thought I was gonna dieđđđđđđleave extra food for the kitty
You liked his eyes, how he didnât speak much, didnât move air, a peacefulness to his presence, weirdly.
The way you describe this man is unparalleled, like Iâve said this 40bajillion times in other screamblogs but this is the exact type of description that makes me, âohhhhhhh okay, yes, I see whatâs happening. This man is just in your bones, in your blood, you know him without even trying.â Bc he is silence, he is smoke, he is mist, he is lethal âŠâŠ. Aaaaaaaaaand ??? yet ?????? heâs somehow as calming as chamomile tea before bedtime too??? as soothing a presence as the white noise machine I use to fall asleep??? Like if i had to die but got to choose who killed me, id choose Alejandro or Hannibal for their impeccable bedside manner alone
The hours would be longer, the pay better, dirtier.
UNMMMMMMNYou fuckingisshgwgww wordsmith you????? Like I know Iâm flipping out over a pretty straightforward sentence which i am but itâs specifically the use of the word dirtier that lends SO MUCH EXTRA COLOR AND TONE AND PERSONALITY AND UMPH that it wouldnât otherwise have. And Iâm just up here in these bleachers, standing up and slow clapping and putting on my microscopic reading glasses and taking microscopic notes in my microscopic detectiveâs pad andliterally anyone sitting near me is like âcan this noisy bitch just pipe down and sit still for one goodgoddamn second so I can enjoy the showâ⊠BABAHWWB JOKES ON YOU, I WILL NEVER RESTÂ
Everything was more hands-on, no more slowly gnawing at it, no more psychological tactics, just raw human nature, animals in cages. Most days would end with you screaming at Matt that you would quit, that this wasnât what you had signed up for. Oh, but it is, sweetheart, do you know what happens to you if you break this contract?
OH OKAY I SEE HOW TF IT IS SO NOT ONLY ARE YOU A MASTER OF ALEJANDRO BUT YOURE SO CORRECT WITH MATT TOO??????!???????)/:$!:&:! BC ITS NOT ENOUGH TO HAVE ONE MAN DOWN TO PAT, YOU GOTTA BLUDGEON ME WITH THAT, LEFT HOOK TO MY JAW, WITH THAT ONE TWO PUNCH???? Bc yes that condescending use of sweetheart is so just so on the money for him esp trying to intimidate a woman someone
⊠letting the sound of his breathing ease the voices in your head, letting him trace figures on your back with his fingers until you would fall asleep.
NOOOOOWOWOWOOOWWOLSDKJFAOIWJPFOAQIWHEI3PQAWIU3HAQ[OI3RJ[AQWOIJJK YOU ACTUALLY A DIABOLICAL MF FOR THISSS
like you already had me at him soothing Readerâs trauma/deeply broken mental state, quieting the voices like an antipsychotic medication, buTJ THENNNNNNNN?????FUCKINGTHENNN????? YOU MURDER ME WITH TRACING FIGURES ON YOUR BACK TIL YOU FALL ASLEEP AREAOUSDOFIUASOEYOUFUCKKKKKINGGNNGKDSJFKSLDJFJKIDDDIDING ME WITH THIS SHIT ??????????????????????????????????
Matt wasnât blind, though, you could see the crease between his brows when you would get on the plane together, how he had started to comment on your outfits, your hair. You could tell he was going fishing, throwing the bait, waiting to see if the wolf would bite.Â
No this is actually brilliant itâs making me physically ill bc Matt would 100000% be the type to hit on his own employee but not even bc heâs a regular, run-of-the-mill, predatory creep, but more to fuck with his employees bc heâs trying to sniff out if theyâre together by provoking alejandro with jealousy which is just about the most laughable thing bc christ, if that isn't a man who knows how to maintain a poker face like that's his literal job so great plan Matt sfjlskjd so he can sabotage everything, and rig the entire relationship to blow with like 7000 tons of dynamite aka office goss bc thatâs just how much of a vindictive girlboss he is
Donât do this, you know what they think when people leave, what they will do. What they will make me do, he meant, and here he is.
NOOOALEJANDROOO NOT WHAT THEYâLL MAKE HIM DO!!!! BC THEY ABS WILL BC HEâS LITERALLY JUST A FUCKING TOOL, OUR POOR BBY BOI
You can tell Alejandro is somewhere far away now, deep in thought, going back to caress the cat as it snuggles back into him.Â
Iâm sorry but i will never recover from the fact that heâs a cat person and that itâs so goddamn correct skskskjs it is actual fact now
You know the way he remembers those things so clearly as if he was hovering, watching. He had told you so one night on the jet, when Matt was fast asleep on the couch, when you were seated across from him, when you had asked him if he had dreams too, as vivid, as bloodied. I donât, he had said, and then motioning to his temple with a finger, but itâs in here, Iâm always there.
GOOODDLKJSDF;LAKJSD; IâM LEGITIAMTELY CHEWING ON MY PILLOW AND CHOKING ON MY OWN TEARS CRYINGSLDKFJ BC THIS IS SO???????? LIKE YES???????????????? Idek exactly what it is about it that moves me. I think I just love the complexity bc I feel like with assassins, it can easily become one-note where theyâre just sick, twisted, emotionless sociopaths such a snoozeworthy approach imo bc there's no way to make someone interesting who has no real emotional depth But like thatâs not whatâs happening here, right. Heâs not devoid of empathy, I think heâs just reallyreallyreally good at locking it away, like scary good. But he has his limits and doesnât really relish the job, doesnât get joy from killing unless it's vengeance which like lskjflskjdl; valid, who hasn't felt homicidally vengeful at least once or twice lbr
HOWMEVER, that's not to say Alejandro is like? normal? ksdjfsk itâs very clear that he is a stone cold mf. He has both seen and done some shit but Iâve always imagined him as just highly compartmentalized, so he locks away the human part to get the job done. And bc heâs so good at detaching from his own empathy, his experience of trauma is diff from most people. Heâs literally trained his nervous system not to react to that kind of duress, so he doesnât have bad dreams or flashbacks, right, BUT at the end of the day, the body keeps the score, that shit will always be knocking around like ghosts in the attic which is exactly what he's saying and i know iâm just babbling now but likelkjdf[]09i3jqj];oeFINW DUDE THE WAY YOU JUST CAPTURED SOMETHING SO SPECIFIC TAHT I HAVE GIVEN ENTIRELY TOO MUCH THOUGHT TO more in relation to my other favorite cold-but-not-psychopathic assassin, mi barroncito ofc AND LIKE NAILED IT SO WELL
After all of it, he means, now that his goal is achieved, that debts are paid and revenge is cold and done.
UGJ ofc he wouldnât know what to do. bc Itâs not like you get your bachelorâs degree whilst carrying out high-risk hits on high-profile targets at the behest of the CIA sksksk in the service of the USâs sick agenda to control everything and everyone and everywhere else even tho thereâs so much shit here that needs fixing becauseeverythingsonfireandfallingapart andidkwhyigotsopoliticalwiththis
I canât, I-Â
You can, of course you can.
OOHHH AND THEN YOU JUST HAD TO STICK THE LANDING TOO BY BRINGING THIS BACK AROUDN AND SOMEBODY PLS PRAY FOR ME BC IM ACTUALLY INCONSOLABLE RN AND WILL BE THINKING ABOUT THISÂ FIC FOR AT LEAST THE NEXT SEVERAL MANY DAYSOKAYGREATTHANKS[IJ9F[Q0I93=Isk
Of wolf and sheep
Alejandro Gillick x gn!reader, (the usual for the movies, nothing too graffic) 1793 words
a/n : another Alejandro Gillick fic??, I hear you say, and to that I respond, do you mean sexy Alejandro fic, eat my children
Tagging the besties-that-might-like-this as usual @narcolini @drabbles-mc @anunhealthydoseofangst @hausofmamadas
ââ Are you here to kill me? ââ
You havenât turned on the lights yet, boots still on, waiting in the entryway. Silence is heavy in your apartment, but you know he is here, Alejandro, you can sense it, waiting in the dark at your expense. You are not surprised you are next, not when you know how they handle deserters, when you know too much, when they are scared you might talk. It makes your heart beat faster, especially because you know they hold Alejandro in a tight lease like a dog.
If he hears you he doesnât answer, and so you keep moving, what else is there to do? Removing your shoes, dropping your bag. Maybe you are just tired, maybe the doormat wasnât that crooked, maybe the fingermarks on the handle were yours, maybe-
ââ You know I couldnât. ââ Alejandro sits on your sofa, his back against the cushion, your cat purring on his lap. ââ Such a pretty thing like you⊠ââ
It is meant as a joke, probably, but it doesnât make you laugh, doesnât make your insides warm up like they used to. All you feel now is cold, a deep, freezing cold that seeps inside your bones, and tense your shoulders, making bile pill up in your mouth.
ââ Can I feed the cat? ââ
A simple question, one that he nods to, one that he understands means you are not jumping on a hidden gun or making a b-line for the bedroom window. The cat is up as soon as he hears the pantry open, rubbing on your legs, wet nose meeting your ankles. You put more kibble in the bowl, just in case.
ââ Wasnât easy to find you. ââ He continues, ââ Montana is large, it was pretty hard to track. You could have moved countries. ââ
ââ Just to have you catch the flight log? ââ You move to the armchair in front of him, taking a seat, ââ I thought I did well, everyone makes mistakes. ââ
You cross your legs, tucking your feet. He watches your every move, like a hawk, barely moving. Alejandro doesnât look much different than he was a year ago, black still looks great on him, his arms are bigger, the beard slightly longer too.
Your first mistake was getting recruited by the CIA, a consultant they had told you, something up to your added value. Talent, Matt had called it later down the line, interrogation is what makes the world turn. In a way it did, they all talked, and you went home, cashed your check, just to fly back out whenever was needed. A few months later, you met Alejandro on base, near the Mexican border. You liked his eyes, how he didnât speak much, didnât move air, a peacefulness to his presence, weirdly.
And then one day your contract changed hands, no CIA, just Matt, and whoever held the chains. Your second mistake was to accept it, not to ask for a transfer, and join the team. You could sense the heaviness in the interrogation rooms now, notice the dangerous glint in Alejandroâs eyes. The hours would be longer, the pay better, dirtier. Sometimes, Alejandro would join you, make you leave the room halfway in, cutting the camera before closing the door behind you. Everything was more hands-on, no more slowly gnawing at it, no more psychological tactics, just raw human nature, animals in cages. Most days would end with you screaming at Matt that you would quit, that this wasnât what you had signed up for. Oh, but it is, sweetheart, do you know what happens to you if you break this contract?
Threats, every day, all of it, but you couldnât allow yourself to find out, not after Kate, not when you had heard words here and there of what had happened. You had gotten to know Alejandro better pretty quickly after that. Maybe you had eventually gained his respect by being so out of bounds every time.
Between the long hours, the endless plane rides, inevitably running into him at the motel bar, even when you thought there was no way something would come out of it, you kept finding him around every corner. And then you kissed him one night, or maybe he did, one drink too much, pressing on you, bringing you up against the bed. Your third mistake. It felt different to be able to touch him, how he would accept it, initiate it even. A breath of fresh air compared to those stuffy interrogation rooms.
You found comfort in Alejandroâs arms, in the dark of night, letting him wrap around you, letting the sound of his breathing ease the voices in your head, letting him trace figures on your back with his fingers until you would fall asleep.
No one knew, no one suspected a thing, and you liked it better that way, as you are sure he did too. Matt wasnât blind, though, you could see the crease between his brows when you would get on the plane together, how he had started to comment on your outfits, your hair. You could tell he was going fishing, throwing the bait, waiting to see if the wolf would bite. Still, he was always your colleague first, a good one, never late, easy to work with, and then he was something else. Something you couldnât name, something you couldnât exactly pinpoint, not lovers, not friends.
Then one day you cracked, like an egg, somewhere in the middle, slicing you in half. A long time coming. I canât do this anymore, you had told Alejandro, sobbing, huddling in the tub, under the water. You could feel the water in your lungs, the tightness of your chest, in your throat. I canât breathe, I canât, I- You donât remember him turning off the water, gently pulling you out, but you remember him wrapping the towel around you, hugging you to warm you up, brushing your wet hair with his fingertips, rubbing the water of your back. You can, of course you can.
You remember telling him you were done, that when Matt would receive your resignation letter tomorrow you would be long gone. You owed him that, the truth, the why, before leaving and never seeing him again. You couldnât bear the thought of him wondering, the pain it could cause of losing someone again. Donât do this, you know what they think when people leave, what they will do.
What they will make me do, he meant, and here he is.
You let yourself sink into the pillows, feel the tightness in your throat, let your shoulders drop. Now that you are closer, you notice more grey in his hair, a sign that time hasnât stopped for him either.
ââ Now what? ââ You breathe. The air is thick, the room dark. What will you do now?
ââ Iâm not here for you. ââ His eyes soften, and he readjusts himself in his seat. ââ I killed AlarcĂłn. Iâm here because Iâm done, itâs over. ââ
Iâm not here for you. I killed AlarcĂłn. It is just Alejandro in your living room, plain, simple, soft Alejandro, no wolf, no sharp teeth, waiting to pounce. Him, here, after that, you think maybe he wants to talk about it. A shoulder to rest on, after all the stress from those years, the hard work, repressing everything down.
ââ How do you feel? ââ
ââ I donât know ââ His dark eyes are back on you. ââ Relieved, I guess. ââ
You are still not over the fact that he is not here to kill you, only looking for comfort, friendship. Your fingers are still tightly wrapped around the armrest, and the fabric bristles as you let go.
ââ You want a beer? ââ A peace offering.
ââ Hmm. ââ
You can tell Alejandro is somewhere far away now, deep in thought, going back to caress the cat as it snuggles back into him. He must be there, you think, where AlarcĂłn was that day, he probably feels the gun in his hand, hears the bullets hit the ground. You know the way he remembers those things so clearly as if he was hovering, watching. He had told you so one night on the jet, when Matt was fast asleep on the couch, when you were seated across from him, when you had asked him if he had dreams too, as vivid, as bloodied. I donât, he had said, and then motioning to his temple with a finger, but itâs in here, Iâm always there.
You are alone in the kitchen for a minute and then you arenât, turning around, knocking into him who is now in front of you, with so little space to spare. Alejandro takes the beer from your hand, gently discarding it on the countertop. You let his eyes run over your face, let him observe for whatever he is looking for. He opens his mouth and then closes it, swallowing words that he decides are not meant to be said.
ââ I came here because Iâm not sure what to do now. ââ
After all of it, he means, now that his goal is achieved, that debts are paid and revenge is cold and done.
ââ Youâll figure it out, you always do. ââ
You donât flinch when his palm reaches up, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he cups his hand around your face, cradling your jaw between his fingers. You let his fingers warm up your skin, letting the familiarity of it submerge you.
ââ I meant it, ââ he whispers, ââ so pretty⊠ââ
ââ I think you need sleep. ââ You caution back. It feels overwhelming, having him here, so close, after so many months.
ââ I guess. ââ
He trails off, but he is not listening, there is a hunger in his eyes, and you remember all the nights he would look at you like this, soft, tender, something you could mistake for affection. The tip of his fingers caresses your hair, running down the side of your neck, feeling your pulse underneath his touch. He knocks out of it after a few seconds, letting his hand rest on your shoulder instead.
There is a seriousness in his eyes, an int of doubt, something different.
ââ I know what I need. Iâm going to BogotĂĄ, and I want you to come with me. ââ
I need you to, he means, youâll be safe with me. You feel as if the wind has been knocked out of you, the blood pumping in between your ears is loud and heavy, you canât hear yourself think.
I canât, I-
You can, of course you can.
#screamblog#sicario#alejandro x reader#diosmio#this one really did a number on my psyche#like i don't think i've ever typed such a long wall of text on one of these as I did here#when i was psychoanalyzing assassin characters that arent boring ass psychopaths
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Iâve worked in retail for years (including walmart) and Iâve never heard of having too many items for self checkout??? Even at a smaller storeâŠthatâs just weird. I wouldâve been put off about it too.
I can understand having a bad day, but I never took it out on anyone. Especially customers. So like, whatâs his deal lol? Maybe Iâm a tad bit dramatic but it sounds like heâs like âŠ.targeting you? Idk, if it was me I would complain if it happened again. My anxiety would never allow me back into the store.
that's the thing, there wasn't a sign saying "you can only have X amount of items" or anything like that. i think, highkey, he was just kinda being a dick to me for some reason. i don't think he recognized me bc i've only ever interacted with him these two times, but⊠maybe???
in these type of instances, i try my best to give the benefit of the doubt. like, maybe he was having a shit day, maybe i was somehow holding him up from taking his break, maybe he did remember me from the last time and idk⊠doesn't like me bc of it. not sure tbh. but i remember our last interaction, and it wasn't like i thru a hissy-fit or something. i literally was just like "oh" and kept it moving lol
i think, like many ppl, he kinda sees the self checkout area as like "oh i have two items, might as well scan them myself" which is great and i get that. but, if i want scan my items myself, and i have a lot of items, then i'm allowed to do that.
and like i said in my rant, there was only one lane open to begin with, that also had a line. when i went to self checkout, out of the six registers, there was only 4 taken (if that) so it wasn't like i was holding up the line or something. well, at least not in that moment lol
bc i'm serious, when he said that to me, part of me wanted to be a bitch strictly bc like⊠he's wrong. but 9/10 times when ppl act like assholes to me, i just kinda blink at them and walk away. so the very next best thing i could do in that moment is become a problem and hold up the line (but also not really since there is five other registers ppl can go to).
i will say, it was funny at one point bc right after he said that to me, these two ladies came up and were trying to buy three cases of water bc they swore up and down that the sign said buy 2 get one 1 free. he had to call a manager over and everything and honestly it was kinda funny to see him get annoyed sksks
and i've been going to this store longer than this person has been working there. even with my social anxiety, i ain't gonna stop going bc he's a dick. if it's that bad, i'll go full karen mode. well, maybe not that badly, but like i would DEFINITELY talk to a manager bc at that point it's either personal or he's just a shitty worker.
this is gonna be a slight tangent to everything but also not.
so like i mentioned before, my family when we would go food shopping, we would buy a lot of stuff. kinda like do a whole month shopping in one trip. and the amount of times ppl would see us walk up the registers with our cart overflowing with food and just look so annoyed always confused me as a kid and still does now.
bc what is the difference (when you're a cashier) between let's say five ppl coming up with a couple items a piece, or two ppl coming up with bigger orders. likeâŠ. i just don't get it. it always felt like the cashiers i interacted with liked the smaller item orders over the bigger ones when⊠why does it matter? you're still standing there for a couple hours at a time. when i worked registers in the past, i didn't give a shit and a half if someone had one item or twenty. i get it if maybe a huge line is forming behind them, but even then, it's not my responsibility to open up a new line. ppl gotta wait. sorry, it's just how it is.
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Discontentment
I wrote this for my good friend but oml I ENJOYED WRITING THIS! Nes, I hope you love this as much as I do XDÂ
Ricardo x Fem! Reader: Jealously
âY/N, are you okay?â You hear a soft voice call out your name. You turn around to see Noel standing there with a watering can in his hand. He kneels down next to you and starts to water the flowers.Â
âI noticed that you seem down as of lately.â He stops and looks at you.
âYouâve gotten better at reading me! Thatâs awesome haha,â You laugh at how much Noel has changed since you first met him. âBut yeah. A certain ASSHOLE has been working constantly. I havenât even seen him in the past week. âI love you Y/N, donât leave me Y/N.â I literally stayed here because of him and now he wonât even show his face. UGH BULLSHIT.â You suck your teeth and slam your fist against the floor.
âWork? But Master Mikael hasnât given us work in some time.â Noel states as he continues to water the flowers.
âHE...WHAT?? OH SO NOW HE IS NOT HOME A N D HE IS LYING. OH THAT BITCH IS AS GOOD AS DEAD WHEN I SEE HIM. IâM SO DONE WITH HIS BS. YOU KNOW WHAT,â You stand up and wave goodbye to Noel. âIâM GOING TO SHOWER AND GO INTO TOWN TO PARTYYY IT UP!â You stomp away and go to your room to get clothes. You walk to the bathroom and see Mikael.Â
âHeyyy Mika!â You wave at him.
âPlease refrain from calling me that.â Mikael glares at you and then looks away, as if somehow phased by the nickname you came up for him.
âYeah yeah whatever. Anyways, do you know where Ricardo is? Noel said that you havenât given them a job for a while.âÂ
âI havenât seen him at all which is quite confusing, since he is always with you.â Mikael shrugs and walks away.
âThanks for nothing~ See ya later!â You sigh and walk into the bathroom. You undress and get into the bath.Â
âAhhh that feels amazing! But I wonderâŠâ You think to yourself out loud. âIs Ricardo cheating on meâŠâ A whole bunch of absurd ideas start to race through your mind as you start rubbing soap all over your body. You down at your chest and smile. âDoesnât matter. He canât find someone as amazing and beautiful as me. Whatever, Iâll just have to find someone in the meantime to keep me entertained.â You finish washing up and put on your crop top and booty shorts. You walk over to the mirror and smack your ass.Â
âDamn I look good!â You wink at yourself and start to head to town. Itâs dark outside so you walk with caution around the brightly lit scene. You see a bar that Ricardo has told you about and walk in. As soon as you walk in, everyone stops to stare at you. You grin and walk over to the bartender.Â
âHey honey~ do me a favor and start me off with an Aperol Spritz. I want to make sure Iâm ready for the crazy night Iâm about to have.â The bartender grins at you and walks away. You sit there taking in the scenery and sudden feel a hand wrap around your waist.Â
âHey there pretty lady. What are you doing alone here tonight all alone?â A young man with gorgeous black hair leans closer to you. âI could take you somewhere...more private. If you know what I mean~â He whispers in your ear. You bite your lip and lean into his touch.
âAnd where would that be?â Your breath starts to get heavier as he pushes you against him even harder.
âMy...room.â You look up at him and grin. As you open your mouth to answer him, you hear a familiar voice call your name.
âY/N! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE! AND WITH ANOTHER MAN!? THATâS IT YOUâRE COMING WITH ME!â Ricardo yells. âAND AS FOR YOU!â He raises his gun and shoots the man straight through the head. He waves his gun around frantically and picks you up over his shoulder.Â
âRICARDO! LET ME GO!! I WAS JUST ABOUT TO HAVE FUN~â You punch his back but he continues to hold you with a tight grip.Â
âOh donât worry, IâLL SHOW YOU FUNâ Ricardo slaps your ass to shut you up and continues to walk to the estate. Once you arrive, he rushes you straight to your shared bedroom and throws you on the bed.Â
âSo you want to go around town just throwing your body at anyone huh? I didnât know I was dating a whore.â He glares at you while taking off his clothes. He gets on top of you and starts taking off your shirt.
âUm excuse me but stop!â You slap his hand away and you can feel him becoming angrier. â You were the ONE who abandoned me for a week! Are you kidding me? You just disappeared without a word. I missed the shit out of you and became bored. So I decided to have some fun on my own.âÂ
âDid you fuck anyone?â He starts squeezing your thigh tightly out of rage.
âLucky for you I didnât...but I would have if you didnât show up.â You roll your eyes and look down to see his throbbing massive cock. It starts to twitch when he realizes that you are starting at it. You lick your lips and bring your fingers to your mouth.Â
âFine, since you want to be a little whore, then Iâll show you how a whore should behave.â You smile at his words and he reaches down to kiss your tender lips and removes your clothing.Â
âOh kitten, you werenât wearing a bra? How naughty. Did you do this just for me?â Ricardo whispers and grabs your tits, squeezing them with more force than usual.Â
âShut up, itâs more comfortable this way. Plus if that man at the bar-â
âLOOKS like someone forgot that I own everyâŠâ He bites your neck. âSingleâŠâ He leaves bite marks on your neck. âInchâŠâ He travels down to your breasts and sucks a bit before lifting up his head to make eye contact with you. âOf your precious body.â He stops and kisses your nipples softly.Â
âBaby...please donâtâŠâ He pauses to kiss you again. âTry to cheat on me again. I donât know what I would do if you did.â You look at him with sad eyes and laugh in his face.
âNo promises.â You grin and stick your tongue out at him. He twitches his eye and suddenly picks you up and bends you over his lap. He lifts his hand and spanks your behind.
âMhm fuck baby⊠This ass of yours is so sexy.â Ricardo bites his lip and spanks you again. You wince in pain and moan loudly. âYes love, moan louder so that everyone can hear you.â He spanks you once again and you squeeze his thigh.
âRica...rdo...okay I-I promise. Iâm yours and only yours.â You can already feel something warm trickle down your thigh. He sits you up and plops you down on his thigh. You immediately start to grind against him. His amazingly muscular thigh feels so good against your soaking wet pussy. He grabs your waist and moves you faster and harder against his thigh. You jerk your head back as you moan as loud as you can.Â
âI-Im going to cumâŠâ You dig your nails into his back. He slows you down and you cum all over his thigh. âFuck baby you feel so good. Your wet slit and sexy body is making me so hard. I- BABE!?â Ricardo stares at your sleeping body and sighs. âMaybe I went too overboardâŠâ He cleans up your body and lays down next to you. âSorry I was gone for so long baby...I had to take care of someone before I could settle down with you.â Ricardo kisses your forehead and holds your hand. You squeeze his hand and whisper to him.
âNext time...Iâll pleasure you.âÂ
âI might just take you up on that offer kitten~â Ricardo manages to mutter before falling asleep, holding you in his arms.
AHA DSUIABHBQ THAT WAS FUN OML! RICARDO IS SO SEXY!! HOPE YOU LOVE IT! -Sukiâ€ïž
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HWASANÂ [MYG] đ
SUMMARY: Yoongi, the only dragon hybrid to exist, has done a lot to escape the life he has been put into. He killed those who held him just to run away, to have the chance of living a life heâs been longing to have for years. Even after switching continents, they seem to be after him, hunting him. When he meets you, he knows youâre one of them and thereâs only one way to survive - to kill you.
GENRE: smut  đ angst  đ action  đ fluff-ish
WORD COUNT: 11k
WARNINGS: enemies to lovers, mentions of murder and blood, violence, Yoongi rides a motorbike, cursing, blowjobs, fingering, Yoongi has claws and fangs, temperature play, his cum tastes different, choking, fighting for dominance, unprotected sex, breeding kink, Yoongi is stubborn but soft, fox hybrid!taehyung and iâm so soft for him
AUTHORâS NOTE: It is finally here, my part of The Hybrid Collab! I canât even tell you how excited I am to post this after months of planning. I think everyone agrees with me that the thought of Dragon!Yoongi is too much to handle. I had this idea in my mind for as long as Daechwita has been around now-it just took me a while to write it sksks.
Iâd also love to thank @spicykoreantatertotsâ & @yeojaaâ for betaing this fic and helping me with it. @kimtaehyunqâ Mags, tysm for designing this beautiful banner for me! Also; thanks for listening to my rambling and keeping up with me and this fic. It was so much fun cooperating your Taehyung into it, I love him. :(
NOW LETâS GET STARTED.
Running was all Yoongi had done for months now. Running away from those he killed. Running away from those who wanted him to get killed. Running away from those that held him ever since he was little, that taught him how to fight and kill. Running away from those that made him a murderer. Running away from Kkangpae.
Yoongi hates running (especially running away), but he had no other choice. He had to leave his home country behind and never go back, finding himself a new place to live instead. He should feel guilty, he regretted all his actions but by now, he only feels relief.Â
Kkangpae treated him like a fucking animal, like a worthless pet. He wasnât treated like any human being should be treated; he didnât even have a real bed.
All because Yoongi was a dragon hybrid, the rarest hybrid species on earth.Â
The lack of volcanoes in South Korea were the reason why Yoongi was highly valuable to the Kkangpae, because active volcanoes were one of the requirements for dragons to get born. As far as Yoongi knows, thereâs only one volcano in South Korea: Châuga-ryong, a volcano that hasnât been active for around five hundred years.Â
Around that time, the dragon species became extinct due to a natural disaster that Yoongi didnât know anything about - because he was still sleeping peacefully in his comfortable egg, buried deep beneath the lava.Â
Yoongiâs mother, a purebred dragon, died during the catastrophe, and she was not able to protect the egg. Because of this, his body was not able to develop the way it should have. His egg was found hundreds of years later by scientists. They used newly invented technology to develop the preserved egg and mix human genes into it. Shortly after that process was complete, Yoongi hatched.
Yoongi has never met another dragon hybrid in his life. Maybe he was the only one in existence, maybe other scientists created them the same way as he was created. Even if they existed, theyâre probably held the same way he was held - captured by some sort of underground gang and treated like shit.
Yoongi hated it, hated the way he wasnât even a real creature, that he was built instead of born and that he was sold to Kkangpae to be their guard dog. Even though he was a dragon, well he was supposed to be a dragon, those fucking scientists pulled some weird Jurassic Park shit on him. Did humans even believe in dragons? To most of them he was nothing more than a myth, some creature from a fairytale.
Yoongi almost screams in frustration as his memories hit him once again. The night he decided to end it all, to kill everyone he finds comes back into his vision almost every time he closes his eyes. Because hell, he was a great fighter, the best assassin anyone could ever train and he never failed an attempt of murder. Ever since then, his nights are based on either nightmares or hectic rides on his bike, this is why he lives on coffee and energy drinks even though they're too sweet for his taste, they keep him awake. If he stops to sleep, the memories, the dreams will return in full force.
During that time, Yoongi tries not to stop in motels because:
1. he canât afford them
2. he shouldnât waste time on sleep if he can spend them driving down the highway on his motorcycle instead, getting as much distance between South Korea and himself as quickly as possible.
As a dragon hybrid, Yoongi has several magic powers that typical hybrids donât have, simply because his body doesnât work like other hybrid bodies; he is born a dragon. Most of his genetics are dragon-like even though heâs now trapped inside a mostly human body. The only features that give off his inhuman origin are his eyes, green and purple irises, swirling around like lava, never resting. Some scales are splattered around his skin, but almost all of them are well hidden under his clothes - and Yoongi is glad that he can hide that feature because of the weird looks he would get if he had scales on his face or hands; no thanks.
That, and the fact that he can extend claws from his ânormalâ fingernails, which is quite useful in fights⊠and during other situations.Â
One of Yoongiâs biggest advantages is the ability of changing his body temperature to the extreme - whether itâs hot or cold. If he wanted to burn you, he could; if he wanted to feel cold as ice, he could do that as well. He used that power a lot back when he was a little dragon, not wanting to be touched by humans that didnât have his trust - not that any human has ever earned his trust - so he easily increased his body temperature until those who touched him left with blisters all over their hands.
People always think that dragons have the ability to spit fire, but apparently dragon hybrids can't. All Yoongi was able to do was spit acidic saliva with the ability to burn through all kinds of fabric and material (he even melted a spoon once because he hated the soup he had to eat) and whenever he was really angry, smoke would blow right out of his nostrils.
Kkangpae shouldâve known better than to train him until he was invincible. Until he was stronger than them, until he was able to ruin them one by one.
It didnât even take Yoongi an entire night to kill those who had held him his entire life, which made him Kkangpaeâs enemy number one. He obviously didnât get to kill each member, but he managed to ruin the leftovers by killing their boss, his wife and brother. The golden three, no longer golden anymore.
Which meant one thing: running away. Leaving South Korea with nothing but his motorcycle and never, ever, coming back. Yoongi doesnât know if he will ever get to settle down somewhere or even where to go next, he just knows that he will never be able to come back to where he originated.
He has been in the United States for almost three months now, after secretly hitching a ride on a very disgusting container ship. In the beginning, he didnât know where his adventure would bring him, but he has seen some beautiful places here. Yoongi even visits some of the biggest volcanoes in the country (he hates the volcanic mountains in Alaska, though, because the air outside is colder than what he is used to and Yoongi hates the feeling of icy air after a nice long nap in the comfortable lava) to spend some time relaxing his sore muscles. He just left his favorite volcano ever, the Yellowstone in the Rocky Mountains, a week ago and he really misses napping there, but if Kkangpae would ever look for him in the US, volcanoes would probably be an obvious spot to check for a dragon hybrid.
Now Yoongi is here in a cute little suburb that he doesn't even know the name of. Small droplets of rain are blocking the view from his motorcycle helmet and his gas tank is on low, so he decides to stop by the next available gas station and grab some hot coffee on his way to the bordering highway.Â
Yoongi didn't bring a crazy amount of baggage from Korea, because it's obviously difficult to ride a motorbike with an abundance of luggage. Instead he sticks to a simple black backpack with some clothes, money that he stole from Kkangpae, his phone, and an old notebook he uses to scribble down places heâs heard of during his trip.Â
Even though the gas station is quite empty, Yoongi acts out of instinct and pulls his cap lower into his face, hiding his shimmering eyes and starts to fuel his tank, looking around to check if someone has recognized him. Nobody catches his attention, until a girl on another motorbike stops to get some gas as well. Yoongi scrunches his nose, thinking that his bike was the only one in a suburb like this - because to be honest, he spent a lot of money on it, on spraying it matte black (instead of the bright teal it had before he ran away) and a bigger engine. It isnât one of the luxurious Korean brands, but a MV Agusta F4 LH44, an expensive ass bike that Kkangpae gave him for jobs out of their area.
This girl though, she rides a fucking Kawasaki Ninja, one of the fastest - and most expensive - bikes out there. He only has eyes for her machine, but once she pulls off her helmet letting her messy hair fall over her back and turns around to the gas pump, he inhales sharply.
Sheâs Korean. Sheâs fucking Korean and she rides a fucking expensive bike.
To Yoongi it can only mean one thing: Kkangpae. But, would they really send a girl after him, a powerful dragon hybrid? Probably not. The girl hums some unknown melody as she fuels her bike, looking around as well. Yoongi makes sure that she doesnât catch a glimpse of his eyes as he turns around to pay.Â
But the girl is right behind him, he can feel her body temperature on his sensitive skin and as he walks past her, he can smell something vaguely familiar. Thatâs when he decides to pull off a classic Joe Goldberg, waiting for the girl some streets down the road and follows her as inconspicuously as possible.
The girl comes to a quicker halt than Yoongi is expecting - simply because he didnât like to stop more often than necessary -, but heâs quick to park his bike and follow the girl into the establishment she walks in. Bread, Sweets and Treats, says the small sign and Yoongi cringes. Who would come up with such a name? Is the owner inspired by this one Korean band that has a track with a similar name? Yoongi shakes his head to get rid of the distracting thought, instead putting his cap back on and stepping into the cafĂ©.
She is nowhere to be seen, probably sitting in some booth further back, but as soon as Yoongi attempts to stride through the café, the girl behind the counter smiles at him.
âHi, Iâm Yura! What can I get you?â
He really wants to reply with ânothing.â But the smell of coffee lingers in his nose and who would Yoongi be to decline such a chance? âJust one regular coffee, black, please.âÂ
He pays quickly, just slapping some notes onto the counter as he looks around once more.
âThereâs a few empty tables in the back, go and sit down, relax a bit and I will be there with your coffee as soon as possible!â
That finally gives Yoongi the chance heâs been waiting for, strolling through the cafĂ© to find the mysterious girl and once he has an eye on her, he sits down three tables to her right. Sheâs on her phone, taking sips of some hot beverage but takes nervous looks around the cafĂ© from time to time and Yoongi wonders if she has seen him as well.
âYour coffee!â The barista smiles at Yoongi and places the hot mug in front of him. âAre you sure that you donât want anything else? You look quite tired and I bet some pastries can help with that!â
Yoongi tries to crack a smile, but he knows people are most likely afraid once they lock eyes with him, but it seems like that his eyes arenât anything that scares the friendly girl as he mutters a soft âIâm fine, thank you.â
He dares to take another look to his left, a silent gasp leaving his lips. There, on her right arm, is a tattoo of a dragon crawling up to her elbow. The symbol of Kkangpae, inked right into her skin. Yoongiâs assumptions were correct, she is one of those bastards and the only reason sheâs here must be to kill him. But Yoongi isnât one to have that, heâll be quicker.
Patience is key, he reminds himself as he slowly sips his coffee, keeping an eye on that girl as he thinks about that one night again.
Things happen quickly then, the girl stands up and leaves to go to the restroom, but as soon as Yoongi plans to follow her, an elderly lady goes in there as well.
He sighs, pulling off his cap just to run his hands through his hair before quickly putting it back on, covering his eyes as much as possible. The hunter's knife in his boots feels heavy, ready to be used, but Yoongi doesnât want to make a scene right here. It would cause more trouble than being effective - and he couldnât find out more about Kkangpaeâs plans in the middle of a cafĂ©. On the other hand, Yoongi canât risk losing her, thatâs why he acts out of instinct once she comes back from the bathroom.
She makes her way past his table, Yoongi stands up quickly to follow her - and once sheâs near the exit, he jumps onto her, slamming his full body weight against her smaller frame and smashes her into one of the tables, the wood breaking under their combined weights. His claws are out and he can feel his skin burning up during his rage as he snarls a low, âWhatâs your name? What are you doing here and where are the others?â at her.Â
She must be a tough one though, because even if sheâs scared, she doesnât show it. Instead, she glares up at him. âWhy would I tell someone that attacks me in the middle of a coffee shop my name? Fuck, get off of me, you freak! What even are you?â
Yoongi smirks, pushing her even further into the remains of the table. âMin Yoongi, I think I ruined a bit of your family business.â
Now, her eyes widen in shock as she tries to get out of his burning grip around her throat once more. âYou donât have to kill meâ, she whispers. âI donât belong to them. Not anymore. After you killed my father and my uncle, I knew it would be the best to get out of it as well, trust me!â
Yoongi laughs, head thrown back - and it looks kind of funny, because thereâs a little cloud of smoke coming out of his nose - before looking back down at her. âIâve learned one thing in my life and thatâs to never trust anyone. Especially not when theyâre wearing that cute little dragon tattoo on their arm. Sorry, but I guess you have to die too.â
An annoyingly high-pitched scream causes Yoongi to lose his guard for one second, giving the girl the chance she needs to break free from his grip. "Stop it, please," one of the baristas pleads, trying to calm some of the nervous customers down. Yoongi looks at him for a second, smirking as he sees the obvious features only mouse hybrids have.
The dragon hybrid snarls, showing off some of his sharper teeth as he grips his target again. "Don't you dare make a scene, mousey. It's been a while since I had one of your ancestors for lunch, you know? And I haven't eaten in quite some time." Then, he turns around to the girl. "I'm sorry love, but this situation is getting a bit out of hand." He uses his foot on her chest to keep her in place as he grabs his favorite knife that's been sitting in his boot the entire trip, just waiting to be finally used.
Fate isn't on Yoongi's side today as another one of the baristas yells at him, running past some other tables to get to where Yoongi is standing. Yoongi groans, pressing the heel of his foot deeper into the girl's chest. "You stay there, little one, okay?" She doesn't answer, just grits her teeth to compensate for the ache in her body. The mouse hybrid freezes on the spot, staring at the scene in front of him. Then, Yoongi turns around to the new voice. "What do you want now, I'm busy and I really need to go after this, so would you let me do my job, please?" The irritation isnât easy to miss, but Yoongi's patience has always been rather low and he prefers to get over this before the rest of Kkangpae arrives as well. "I don't belong to them anymore, fucking hell!" The girl yells once more, nails digging into Yoongi's jeans-clad calf.
âIâm the manager,â the other barista slash manager says, âYou have two seconds before I call the police. Get the hell ââ Yoongi gets ready to leave yet another snarky remark as a rather lean looking guy pushes her behind his frame.Â
âIâve heard rumors about your existence, I was skeptical about it â but anything is possible from where you came from.â
Yoongiâs eyes scan the stranger, thinking about how high his chances are to win another fight when he realizes that heâs one of the rarest hybrid breeds, not a regular fox but a canadian marble fox - which are often held for their beautiful fur. He has been living with one of those in the Kkangpae mansion, the fox hybrid was more likely the opposite of Yoongiâs reason to be there: Yoongi was being held to fight, the fox was a lapdog, bought to look pretty in the leader's wife's lap.
The man in front of him has similar ears, grey with black tips and his amber eyes remind him of the old fox as well. Yoongi tilts his head in visible confusion as he locks eyes with the man.
âIâm not one of them, my nameâs Y/N! Iâve heard that you killed my father, my uncle and his wife so I used the chance and ran off, I didnât know Iâd see you here as well, Yoongi! Please, just fucking listen!â, the girl, Y/N, pleads with tears brimming in her eyes.Â
âYoongi, is it? Listen. You canât do that here, I know what you did to those who held you, but this isnât the right place!â, the fox hybrid chimes in again. Yoongiâs head moves up and down, he doesnât know who he should listen to, but he came for this one mission: killing Y/N.
âShut up, all of you!â He screams out of frustration, the knife starting to melt in his hands because of the unbearable heat radiating from his body. Yoongi drops the now useless weapon to the floor, the weight of his boot no longer suffocating the girl beneath him. She coughs a few times, trying to suck in as much oxygen as possible, trying to relax her wildly beating heart, but Yoongi doesnât care about her right now. Instead, he locks eyes with the fox hybrid. âWho are you?â His voice is low, quiet, actually, because Yoongi doesnât trust it enough to speak up.
âIâm from the Kim lineageâ, the hybrid says with raised hands, probably to prove that heâs no danger to Yoongi. âTrust me, I know a lot about our individual histories.â Yoongi breathes through his nose, another tiny cloud of smoke leaving his nostrils as he finally steps back from Y/N. âKim, as in Kim Jiho? That canât be it. Youâre related to him?âÂ
He eyes the other man skeptically, not really sure whether to believe him or not. He doesnât even look at Y/N whoâs been standing but not running away yet.Â
The other hybrid's answer shocks Yoongi, his eyes widening as he sees the frown on his face, combined with soft ears flopping down sadly. "That's my father."
The woman behind the Kim hybrid whispers something into his ear, causing the man to nod as he looks back at Yoongi, but aIso at Y/N. "Let's just take this outside, we can talk out there."Â
Yoongi's eyes flicker between the hybrid and Y/N, then he nods slowly whilst pressing out a low "fine". Just as Y/N starts walking past him he grabs her wrist and pulls her closer, whispering into her ear. "If you try to run off, I'll be right behind you, ready to rip your guts out." As if to prove his point, Yoongi heats his skin up once again, burning Y/N's wrist before smiling sweetly at her and following the fox hybrid out of the cafĂ©.Â
The hybrid, who introduces himself as Kim Taehyung, offers refuge to Yoongi and Y/N at his secret bunker in the nearby mountains. He uses the space to hide during emergencies. It isnât anything special, it is a literal fox burrow with furniture which totally confirms the impression Yoongi has on Taehyungâs style: simple, yet elegant.
Yoongi is even allowed to eat some of Taehyungâs self grown variety of exotic fruits that he is extremely proud of. He smugly offers a dragon fruit to Yoongi who only raises his brows, a challenging glint to his eyes as he grabs some of the lychees instead and pops them into his mouth. âBut youâre supposed to peel them!â, Taehyung screeches, his furry ears twitching in disgust, but Yoongi only smiles and eats one more, swallowing the entire fruit just to see Taehyungâs reaction once more.
âMy saliva is acidic, I donât need to peel them. Iâve been eating worse things, trust me.â
After Taehyung shows Yoongi and Y/N around the bunker (it even included a shower and a functional bedroom), he decides to call it a night and leave the two alone (not without them promising Taehyung to not kill each other, he would âcheck in the next dayâ to make sure of it) and heads over to his own little cabin nearby. Once Taehyung leaves, Yoongi pulls Y/N onto the worn out couch to actually sit down and talk.
âOkay, so you say youâre running away from Kkangpae too, right? Why?â Yoongi raises the eyebrow that was cut through by that ugly scar.Â
Y/N swallows, trying not to stare at Yoongiâs distracting eyes. âI was born into it, I didnât choose that life, Yoongi. Just like you I was just a part of their game. Iâve seen people die since I was a kid. Iâve never been allowed to have friends or sleep somewhere else because my father was too âworriedâ something could happen to me. Thatâs why one of his coaches trained me in different kinds of martial arts from the time I was able to walk.â
She looks at the hybrid again, shaking her head in disgust.
âOf course I knew what was going on with them, why they were behaving like that and I knew that my father and uncle were the leaders, so there wasnât any chance for me to get away from it. I tried, really, but once I found out that they got killed... I didnât know you did it, because the second I heard it, I ran. You can trust me, Yoongi, even though my last name might be occupied by all your prejudices.â
Yoongi listens the entire time, not interrupting her as he tries to understand what she was saying. âIâve seen you when you were a teenâ, he mumbles. âI age differently than humans, but I think you were just around 15 years old when you kicked that one security guy in the balls. That was kind of badass, not gonna lie,â Yoongi smirks at her, eyes glistering mischievously. Y/N rolls her eyes at that. âHe liked my dress way too much. One more reason not to wear those weird things at all.â Yoongi hums. âI bet you look great in those, but I do like your leather pants too. Anyways, what leads you to the US? Itâs not the most⊠unusual choice to run away to. Wouldn't a country like Greece or Egypt be better? They must be looking after you too. I tried hiding in volcanoes but it was too obvious.â
The girl shrugs her shoulders, shivering now that the evening starts to settle in. âI donât know, to be honest. All those countries sound nice and fun, but I donât speak their language. America is huge, too. I wasnât planning on staying in this town, but now that I met you, I mean⊠We could run off together, maybe? I can fight and I know how to use a gun and Iâve heard of your⊠powers, too. You might know how they fight, but I know how they think. Us teaming up would be useful.â She shuffles around, unsure about how Yoongi would react.Â
âAre you cold?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
This wasnât the reaction Y/N was waiting for. âAre you cold? Youâre shivering. Iâve never used my powers in this way, but maybe I could help you,âÂ
Yoongi shrugs as he slowly touches her arm and attempts to heat up his own skin in a way that wouldnât hurt the girl. Y/N flinches at first, but the temperature heating up her body is too comfortable to deny.
âOh god, this is amazing,â she leans her head against the headrest and closes her eyes. âI havenât been this comfortable in a while.âÂ
Yoongi nods, he understands that. The bunker is the first place he might be able to actually sleep. âIâve been sleeping in volcanoes, like I said, but I havenât really slept since I left the last one. Not that anyone could come in it and try to kill me, but after two days of sleeping and soaking in lava, it got boring.â
âI wouldnât even mind bathing in lava as long as itâs this comfortableâ, Y/N whispers as she drifts off into a deep slumber.Â
Once sheâs asleep, Yoongi removes his hand slowly and looks around to find a comforter to throw over her relaxed body. Then he decides that he finally deserves the luxury of a real shower, with real hot water (that he heats up even more), before snuggling into the bed and closing his eyes for at least a few hours.
The next few days went by like nothing, Yoongi and Y/N werenât really ready to go outside and face the world, so they stay inside the bunker to plan their getaway. They go out twice, practicing their fighting skills and helping Taehyung to pick some fruits (because Yoongi felt bad, he ate the entire mango stash in one night).
This evening, Yoongi prepares some food that he finds in the cupboards, some pasta and a canned sauce that he heats up in his hands, not bothering to put it onto the stove. Heâs at the point where he decides that Y/N deserves his trust, that she wonât kill him and heâs pleasantly surprised to have someone like that in his life.Â
Y/N steps out of the shower, towel wrapping around her delicate body as Yoongi plates the food on the makeshift table.Â
âI swear to you, my muscles are still sore from your training yesterday!â She huffs as she searches her backpack for fresh clothes. âCan I grab one of your shirts? One of us has to do laundry tomorrow, Iâm going to ask Taehyung how heâs doing it when heâs out here. But for now, I need something comfortable because I canât squeeze my tired body in leather pants and a tight tank. So, please, Yoongi?â Y/N smiles her sweetest smile, causing Yoongi to groan out, defeated.
âAnd what am I supposed to wear tomorrow? My old stinky one that I sweat into during training?â He raises the scarred eyebrow at her as he sits down in front of his own plate, starting to eat already.Â
Y/N pouts as she grabs one of his last clean shirts and runs into the bathroom. When she comes back, sheâs wearing that shirt - and only that shirt. Yoongi almost drops his fork.
Itâs not like those movies where the girlfriend wears her boyfriendâs shirt and it looks cute and stops above her knee, no. Yoongi isnât the tallest, Y/Nâs actually almost the same height as him - with more curves than Yoongi's lanky body. Instead, his âoversizedâ shirt ends just a bit below her ass. Yoongi would bet that if she bends down, her entire peach would be on full view for him.
âArenât you going to wear any pants?â Yoongi mutters. To be honest, he hopes she wonât opt for pants because⊠heâs just a man and even his dragon instincts think about sex from time to time.
âIs it bothering you?â Y/N asks as she plops down besides him, starting to eat right away as well.Â
There isnât much space between them and Yoongi can see her hardening nipples under the shirt that once belonged to him. He shrugs. âNah, but donât come ask me to heat you up just because youâre freezing your ass off again.âÂ
She quirks an eyebrow. âWould it bother you? Heating me up?âÂ
âProbably.â
Y/N pouts and turns away slightly after she throws a blanket over her legs, continuing to eat her pasta. âHow long are we going to stay here? We planned to leave for Italy, but when? Itâs getting colder each day and I donât like that winterâs coming.â
Yoongi stands up to go and wash his plate, not sure about the answer to Y/Nâs question.
âThereâs nothing holding us here. We could go and leave tomorrow, but we could also stay for a few more days, try to get enough sleep and take advantage of this bunker. I mean, would we get the chance to have such a perfect hideout again? Letâs use this opportunity for as long as we can.âÂ
Inside, Yoongi knows that he wasnât ready to leave just yet. He wasnât ready to face the world, not ready to be on the run again. âHow much money did you take with you? Wherever we decide to stop by next, we should think about a way to earn money.â
 âI left with my card and packed some money from the familyâs safe before I realized it isnât that smart to run away with my credit card that could be tracked. I withdrew some more money and gave the card to a homeless lady,â Y/N shrugs as she dries the plate Yoongi has washed before placing it back into the cupboard. âI think I still have around 10 grand in my backpack, I really donât know. I didnât need a lot of money, most of it was needed for gas and coffee.âÂ
âYouâve been travelling with 10 thousand in cash? Thatâs kinda stupid. What are going to do if someone tries to rob you? Ugh,â Yoongi can feel the smoke leaving his nostril as he paces through the room, feeling restless out of sudden.Â
Y/N giggles. âAre you worried? Min Yoongi, the baddest dragon alive is worried about a girl that grew up with Kkangpae and definitely knows how to protect herself.â
Yoongi scrunches his nose, already feeling his skin heat up - but not in the magical way heâs used to. Nope. Min Yoongi is being shy.Â
âYou are worried! How cute! Are you sure youâre a dragon and not just a little lizard? One of those that live in the fields and kids go and pick them up to have them as a pet in some shoeboxes?â Y/N steps closer, gently bumping her hip against Yoongiâs before patting his head with a giggle. âWho knew that the bad boy thatâs one of the most powerful human beings is getting soft over a girl.â
Enoughâs enough. Even though Yoongi never had the chance to fall in love, to be in a relationship or build a real friendship, he has had more than enough experience in other things, having shared ruts and heats with countless other hybrids that has some sort of place in Kkangpae. He turns around, his instincts taking over him.
Puffing out his chest a bit, standing completely straight so he will hover over Y/N, Yoongi steps forward, breath fanning over her face. âDid you just call me a fucking lizard?â
His eyes are going wild right now, the purple and green swirling around even faster than the usual soft flow of colors. He growls, stretching his neck from side to side as he starts to feel his fangs growing, soon poking out of his lips.Â
Y/N smirks, tilting her head to the side, looking up innocently at the fuming dragon in front of her. âToo bad you canât change forms, huh?â She doesnât even get to add another snarky comment to her sentence as Yoongiâs body presses her against the rough wall, his shirt sliding up her body as he cages her in.
âYouâre acting like an ungrateful bitch, Y/N. Even got to wear my shirt like youâre someone that actually means something to me, yet youâre being bratty and annoying. I donât hesitate to get rid of people that act up on me, you should know that by now.âÂ
His hot breath fans her face and Y/N tries her best not to squirm under his intense glare. Then, she smirks. âYou wouldnât kill me.âÂ
âMhhm, youâre right, I wouldnât. Still, youâre being bratty and I donât appreciate such behavior.â Yoongi looks at Y/N, eyes still intimidating her.Â
âWhat are you going to do about it? Spank me?â She laughs, knowing that situations like this only happen in those new adult novels, not during an escape.
âI should, but maybe you wonât be able to keep up with it. In the end, youâre just human whilst Iâm nothing more than a cute little lizard, huh?â Yoongi looks at his hands, claws forming where his fingernails once were. âI donât remember lizards being able to hurt you, though. Wanna try?â His smirk is dangerous, but so alluring that Y/N just nods, not knowing what the night will bring for her.
Once they move to the makeshift bedroom, Y/Nâs knees start to get weak. Yoongi feels the change in her aura, smirking to himself as he stops right behind her, hot breath blowing on her neck.Â
âIs there anything you donât like, Bambi?â His fangs gently poke the juncture of her neck, not enough to actually draw blood but to make her twist under his touch.
âI donât think so, I mean⊠I guess I like⊠Yoongi, can you stop that for a second, please?â She turns around in his grip, cheeks blushing and lips parted. Yoongi cooes.
âThis turned on already? Canât even form sentences? Alright, Iâll sit down then and youâre going to tell me what Iâm allowed to do to you,â Yoongi smirks as he slumps on the mattress, manspreading to give Y/N the best view of the bulge in his pants.
Y/N rolls her eyes and sinks down between his legs, a dangerous smirk now lingering on her lips. âMaybe Iâll just show you what I like and you can take over from that? Figured youâd be one that prefers to be in control. Iâll go by the traffic light system if Iâm not okay with anything - or Iâll kick you in the balls, so donât worry.â
Yoongi doesnât even bother to answer as Y/N presses her mouth against his clothed dick to kiss it lightly. His hips buck slightly as she wraps her lips around him and starts sucking on the side of his bulge through the fabric. She smiles as his cock grows harder under her lips, but Yoongi is quick to pull her off. âI really appreciate your effort but are you down there to drool all over my pants or are you going to suck me off? I promise you my dick is human, not one of a lizard.â
She pouts, playing with the hem of his joggers. âWhereâs the fun in that? But fine,â Y/N rolls her eyes and pulls them down slowly, her nails gently scratching the skin of his stomach while doing so. As the waistband of his pants go past his cock, she is not even surprised that Yoongi isnât wearing any boxers underneath them.Â
âPredictable,â she mutters mostly to herself, but Yoongi grabs a bunch of her hair to push Y/N back on his, this time naked, length.Â
It costs her a lot of self control to not retort him with a snarky remark, as she continues to remove his pants slowly. Yoongi growls, but she just smiles up at him and grabs his heavy dick to stroke it two, three times. Then, she leans down to gently lick his balls, still not using her mouth on his dick.
Yoongi twists and groans, trying his hardest not to grab her and shove his entire length down her throat until itâs sore, but this woman is testing his patience. One of his hands is still on the back of her head whilst he uses the other one to lean back a little, just to get a better view.
âAre you done playing now, Petal?â Yoongiâs grip on Y/Nâs hair tightens, his claws digging into her head - and Y/N canât keep in the silent mewl that leaves her lips at the burning pleasure. âBe a good girl now, will you?â His voice is almost alluring her to do as he pleases, but Y/N wouldnât be herself if she follows his orders.Â
Their eyes meet and Yoongi has to admit that she looks perfect. Even though she isnât wearing any make up right now, hair still damp from her shower and eyes already clouded with lust, he wouldnât want any other person to be in her position right now.Â
She stares at his cock again, her own panties dampening at the thought of having it inside her. Y/Nâs tongue pokes out to play with his tip, tasting him and getting a feeling for the heaviness on her tongue as Yoongi pushes her down in one swift motion. A gurgling sound escapes from Y/Nâs throat, but she does her best to swallow his huge length, using her fist to stroke whatever canât fit.Â
âOh, shit,â Yoongi groans and throws his head back while trying to keep his eyes on Y/N at the same time. Her eyes are closed, lips beautifully parted around his cock and saliva already drips down her chin, even though Yoongi hasnât even really moved by now. âYouâll let me fuck your mouth, right, angel?âÂ
She nods as good as she can with a mouth full of dick, looking up at the hybrid in front of her. Yoongi hisses as he pushes his hips forward, losing himself in the feeling quickly as his thrusts get faster and sloppier. The sight of Y/N not only sucking him off but also wearing his shirt sends him close to edge quickly.
Y/N pulls off to take a deep breath and to wink at Yoongi before sinking down again.Â
"God, you're so good, Petal. Wanted to fuck that bratty mouth for so long now. Imagine your father seeing you like that, he'd die from the shock, his little princess on her knees to please the housedragon."Â
She moans at his words, fingers sIiding under her, Yoongi's, shirt, but the man is quick to grab both of her hands to cross them behind her head. He grabs her wrists as he plunges himself down her throat once more before he spills his hot load into her mouth with a loud growl a bit of smoke that comes out of his nostrils.
As Y/N pulls off, her eyes show the disbelief she must be feeling. "You⊠You taste likeâŠ"Â
"Cinnamon?", Yoongi smirks, his eye color now much calmer than before now that his inner dragon is somewhat sated - for now.
âYes, I was expecting anything, a double penis, maybe some weird forms or scales, but not cinnamon flavoured cum. Not that I mind, though. Tastes like that gum I used to have when I was still in school.â
Yoongi hums, stepping out of his pants now that they wonât be used anyways, his shirt following too.
âNow itâs your turn, petal. Let me see you,â he gestures with his fingertip, swirling in a motion for her to turn around, finally giving Yoongi the view that he had been curious about ever since Y/N came out of the bathroom with his shirt on. She isnât wearing one of those expensive lingeries that are nothing but lace, no. Expensive, yes. A sporty looking string is disappearing between her round buttcheeks, the rather thick waistband of it covered with the Versace logo. Yoongi hums, thatâs definitely what he had expected Y/N to wear, it looks comfortable but still seductive.
Y/N smirks over her shoulder, lifting the hem of her shirt teasingly but letting it fall down again to cover her butt. âMaybe you need privileges to undress me, Min. I mean, Iâm somewhat of royal blood, arenât I?â She gracefully sinks down onto his lap, arms wrapping around his neck.
A chuckle leaves Yoongiâs lips as he tilts his head. âDo you want me to call you princess now? Because I didnât know you were into that. Does babygirl also do the thing for you? I bet your bloodâs blue too, Iâd love to see that.âÂ
Yoongi traces his finger tip over her thigh, his claw teasing the soft skin there and Y/Nâs eyes follow it curiously. He presses down a bit, just enough to break the first layer of skin and draw a little bit of blood - enough to prove both of them that Y/Nâs blood isnât blue. âOh, too bad, not a real princess,â Yoongi pouts.Â
Y/n raises her eyebrow. âDid you just cut me?âÂ
âItâs not a cut, just a little⊠poke?â Yoongi wipes over the blood before bringing his finger to his lips and licking the drop off with a smirk. âDoesnât taste royal to me, rather muddy. But maybe thatâs what you get from living with Kkangpae for so long. Guess mine tastes like dirt too.âÂ
Y/N laughs, not even shocked about the fact that Yoongi seems to be bothered about her blood on his tongue. The melodic sound of her laugh makes Yoongi smile too, an actual, honest smile that shows all his teeth and fangs, causing Y/N to coo. âAnd suddenly you donât look scary anymore.â
Her eyes wander down his body, inspecting every inch, maybe to find something more dragon-like, maybe to just remember the skinship for much longer. âOh,â She breathes out, âYouâve got scales.â
Yoongi looks down at his stomach where some scales are shimmering in the bedroom light. âYes, I do have scales. Iâm a dragon, remember?âÂ
And to Y/N, theyâre beautiful. Theyâre not huge, not as dry or disgusting as lizards look like, no. Those scales must come from a line of beautiful dragons. They match his eyes, shimmering purple and green whenever they hit the light. But theyâre not only on his stomach, they are also winding around his sides and up his back.Â
Y/Nâs fingers follow them as she orders Yoongi to lay down on his stomach to get a full view of them.Â
The scales grow larger on his shoulder blades, probably where his dragon wings imaginely would be and Y/N canât help but kiss the rough texture. Goosebumps erupt on Yoongiâs entire body, skinship like this was never a real thing for him.Â
âFeels good,â he whispers into his arm, slightly ashamed. Y/N continues to pamper his skin in kisses and licks, biting the rougher areas here and there until Yoongi grows impatient and turns them around, growling playfully.Â
âLike I said, my turn now.â
Yoongi always has a thing for taking his time to please his partner, he isnât one for quick fucks without foreplay. So, he kneels between Y/Nâs parting legs, palms caressing the smooth skin that is covered in a few fresh cuts and old scars from practicing her fighting skills, but Yoongi definitely didnât mind them. His shirt has moved on its own, not even covering her panties anymore but ending somewhere above her belly button by now. As soon as his fingertips glide over the curve of her hips, Y/N shudders with a quiet mewl. âYoongi.â
âMhm, âm here, you look so good, Petal,â Yoongi whispers while kissing her ankles, her calves, and the sensitive area of her inner thighs. âTruly like a flower. You know that thereâs a flower called Dragonâs Breath? Itâs bright red and can survive in the heat like a champ, even their leaves are red. But I donât think itâs scent comes close to yours,â he hums in front of her clothed core, tongue poking against the wet spot on the fabric. âBet you taste even better, Petal.â
âYoongi, please,â Y/N whines, getting rid of the shirt by herself, the heat simmering inside her body is almost overwhelming. Yoongi looks up from the space between her legs, eyeing the swell of her breasts with a growl, muttering compliments again and again. He sits up the slightest bit to gently remove her panties - claws nowhere to be seen by now, even his fangs are gone and Yoongiâs just Yoongi, even though the arousal is visible in his eyes again.Â
He lies down, cock rubbing against the rough sheets causes him to hiss quietly, but his mind is somewhere else within seconds. How couldnât he with Y/Nâs soaking core in front of his face?Â
She canât see his mischievous smirk as he swiftly controls the temperature of his skin, cooling down his fingertips as he slowly and teasingly traces her folds.Â
Y/N yelps. âYoongi! Shit, whatâs that?âÂ
Yoongi laughs, holding up his unoccupied hand to her face, showing her how cold his fingers are by holding them against her cheek whilst the other hand works magic on her clit.Â
âUnbelievable. Warn me the next time,â she mutters as she sinks back into the pillows.Â
Yoongiâs hot breath fans the sensitive area before he broadly licks right across the flesh, enjoying the way her body jumps out of surprise again. âOh, oops.â
Then, he finally pushes one finger in, tongue pressing right against Y/Nâs clit as he starts doing what it feels like he was born to do. Yoongi eats her out with no mercy. Ignoring her squirming body and needy whines, he only concentrates on the places that bring the loudest moans out of her, massacring those until sheâs close - to stop with a smug smirk.Â
Y/N could reach her high by just looking at his face, red and breathless, but also wet from her juices, lips glistering in the light. Two of his fingers are still inside her, teasing her G-spot just as his lips start sucking the life out of her clit again.Â
Y/Nâs hands are buried in his chaotic mess of hair, pulling on it but also pressing him further onto her core until his tongue slips inside her as well. She doesnât warn him, too scared of missing another orgasm, but Yoongi also doesnât look like heâs about to stop this time, eager to pleasure the woman underneath him. Y/N screams as she reaches her high, hips bucking up from the bed, Yoongiâs head going with it, just so he can make sure that every second of her orgasm will be remembered forever.
He kitten licks her folds as she calms down; stroking her thighs, kissing her stomach while whispering praises. âFuck,â she rasps out, her stomach still heaving heavily.Â
Yoongi crawls up next to her with admiration in his eyes as he leans over to kiss Y/N for the first time. She can taste herself on his tongue, but who cares? The kiss is more gentle than Y/N expects. Yoongi seems to be switching moods from hungry to loving within seconds, but thatâs probably his inner dragon wanting to devour her whilst Yoongi just wants to take his time to make the night special. Y/N is the one to pull away, looking at him with dark eyes. âGet inside me, please.â
The hybrid smirks, tilting his head as he asks âHow do you like it?âÂ
âIâll show you,â she remarks as she pushes Yoongi to lay flat on his back. She climbs into his lap and sinks down onto his cock in one abrupt motion without even bothering to tease him.Â
The pleasure is overwhelming; Yoongi stretches her so, so good and Y/N feels so, so warm and tight around Yoongi that he loses all of his control over his body. His eyes are bright purple now, pupils forming into slits that remind Y/N more of a snake than a dragon. His skin burns up, almost too much for her to bear, but the hissing noises Yoongi releases are enough to hold on through it.Â
âFuck, sorry, wait a second,â Yoongi tries to push her off so she can cool down a little bit, but Y/N just shakes her head. She shushes him with a gentle kiss, careful of the fangs that now poke out between his lips again. âDonât hold back, itâs not hurting me. Be yourself, Yoongi. I trust you.â
Yoongi curses under his breath as he tries his best not to move, letting Y/N adjust to his size and the circumstances of his inhumane origin. Heâs never fucked a human, and even though theyâre not that much different from hybrids he knew that he didnât want to hurt her.Â
âItâs not only the temperature,â Yoongi groans, âI tend to bite and mark my partners. I donât know how your body would react to it, though. I sometimes say or do things that my human side would never say.âÂ
Y/N smiles at him, fondness blooming in her heart as she starts swaying her hips slowly, not breaking eye contact. âLike I said, Yoongi, I trust you. Iâm sure that youâre inside your inner dragon, that you wonât hurt me and even if I tell you to stop; youâd be able to. Now, câmon, donât tell me youâre getting all shy while your dick is inside me?âÂ
She tilts her head with a playful smile as her hands glide down Yoongiâs toned chest, teasing his perky nipples and playing with his beautiful scales. It was still hard to believe that the rarest, most powerful hybrid was right here with her, laying underneath her, sharing this moment with her.
âNow come on, Yoongi, wake up the dragon and give me what youâve promised.â
Yoongi didnât need to be told twice, hands landing a firm grip on Y/Nâs hips as he plants his feet firmly on the mattress before quickly pistoning up inside her. Y/N cries in pleasure, but Yoongi almost doesnât hear it, too lost in the feeling of her tight pussy around his cock. Heâs still trying to be careful, keeping his claws under control so he wonât actually tear her apart.Â
ââm gonna make you cum so good, Petal. So, so good.â
Then, he flips them around in one swift motion, hovering over her frame as he looks down at her like only a predator could. âMine,â he snarls as he licks into Y/Nâs mouth, hips moving slowly but so powerful that her body pushes up into the pillow with each thrust. âSay it, Petal. Say youâre mine.â
Yoongi grabs her face so she canât break eye contact - not that she would, who could look away from such eyes? Theyâre hypnotizing and Y/N is sure that she will do just about anything for him right now.
âIâm yours, Yoongi. Itâs just you and me right now,â she breathes out as she grabs his hair, pulling his head closer so she can connect their lips once more.
Yoongiâs hips start to stutter, his orgasm approaching, but he didnât want it to end just yet. Of course, dragon stamina is different, but where would be the fun in that? Orgasm control and denial is a thing that Yoongi enjoys here and there, teasing himself whilst masturbating, not letting him or his partners come and delaying their pleasure for as long as he possibly can. Thatâs why he pulls out quickly, leaving Y/Nïżœïżœïżœs core clench around nothing.Â
âThe fuck, Yoongi?â Y/N whines and glares at the man in front of her, eyeing his sweaty body.
He laughs and presses a quick kiss to her lips before he sits back on his heels, staring at her body as well. Her chest is heaving, fine pearls of sweat dripping down the space between her breasts and her legs are slightly shaking - all of that is enough to boost Yoongiâs confidence as he quickly pushes two of his fingers inside her, pumping them at a rapid pace. His teeth - and fangs - nibble on her nipples, pulling them slightly, almost crossing the border of comfortable pain as he fingers her through her second orgasm of the night.Â
âDo you want to kill me?â Y/N sighs as she catches her breath, knowing that Yoongi is not done with her for tonight.Â
He laughs again, fangs shining in the light and tiny droplets of sweat fall out of his hair as he shakes his head. âI could, but where would be the fun in that? Or are you one of those girls that like the thrill of almost being killed? I could choke you if youâre into that.â
âOh, I am into that, but not after orgasming two times and knowing that there will probably be two more coming. Is that one of your kinks? Choking?â She tilts her head in an adorable way - too adorable for the position sheâs in right now.Â
âMhhm,â Yoongi hums whilst tracing the sensitive skin on her stomach. Y/N jumps slightly, shooting Yoongi a playful glare before quickly jumping onto him. She sits down on his abdomen, leans over and closes her hands around his throat. âDo you like being choked too?âÂ
âCan you handle me fighting back against it?â The challenge shimmers in Yoongiâs eyes, knowing that Y/N is nowhere as strong as he is, but he loves playing. He doesnât mind if she wants to be on top, he enjoys losing control once in a while, but his dragon usually hates it, fights against it.
Y/N loosens the grip of one hand to slowly rake her fingernails down his chest, leaving visible lines. âIâve never said no to a good fight, Yoongi.â
The hybrid growls, hands balling to fists as Y/N tightens the grip on his neck once again.Â
âThis is so hot, youâre so hot,â He whispers, eyes closed and lost in the feeling. Â
Then, Y/N lines herself up with Yoongi again and sinks down slowly, gasping slightly because the stretch is still there, but it feels so good. âGod, move, please move,â Yoongi rasps and who would Y/N be to deny him such a thing? She uses both of her hands to sturdy herself on his chest whilst quickly bouncing up and down his cock. The noises that Yoongi makes are music to her ears, heâs usually so quiet, but now he doesnât even try to hide the pleasure heâs feeling.
He groans, grunts, hisses and even moans whilst his hips buckle up to meet her thrusts. âFuck, Iâm going to breed you so well. Youâre mine, Y/N. Gonna be my mate, huh? Gonna carry my chicks, all beautiful and round.â
Y/Nâs eyes widen at Yoongiâs confession, but she canât deny the arousal that floods through her body with his words. âYes, Yoongi. Fuck, yes, breed me.â
By now the biggest roar leaves Yoongiâs chest as he pushes Y/N off, to grab her hips and position her on all fours in front of him. A harsh slap lands on her ass as he pushes in again, pressing her face-down into the pillows. âI will, Petal. You could never want anyone else after being mine. Nobody else. Just me.âÂ
His hand finds its way into her hair, wrapping it around his wrist as he pulls her head back, having her at full mercy.Â
Theyâre both a loud mess by now and Yoongi is fucking thankful for the bunker, because imagine if theyâd go on like this in Taehyungâs cabin instead - the entire forest would be able to listen to them.Â
Itâs gross and sweaty, wild and not gentle, but both of them enjoy it way too much.Â
Y/N canât even warn Yoongi before her third orgasm washes through her body and the tight clench combined with her sinful moans sends Yoongi over the edge too - spilling his thick load into her with one last thrust.Â
âShit,â he groans as he collapses on top of her, pressing kisses all over her neck. âYou were so good, Petal.âÂ
Y/N smiles, nuzzling back into him and closes her eyes to enjoy the comfortable post-sex silence. Yoongi hums quietly, giving the two of them time to cool down - he helps her by reducing his body temperature again -, then he pulls out. âEw,â he mutters as his cum gushes out of her.Â
âCreampies are hot whilst youâre still busy with fucking, but afterwards itâs just a gross mess. Wanna take a shower?â
Y/Nâs way too lazy to shower right now, sheâd die for a hot bath but the bunker didnât give her any chance to fulfill that dream, so she just nods. âMhm, yes, but youâve got to carry me, you big lizard.â
Yoongi furrows his eyebrows before sighing in defeat. âGuess Iâll need to show you my dragon once again.â He lifts Y/N up easily and carries her towards the bathroom, just to have her at his mercy once more. And this time, Y/N doesnât argue about him being a true dragon.Â
Days and nights go by quickly whilst Yoongi and Y/N grow closer each passing minute.Â
They spend their days together training, teaching each other self defense tricks and talking about which places they want to travel to next.Â
They do sleep together now, not fighting over who will get the bed and who will have to stay on the couch. Some nights are a bit colder, which gives Yoongi the opportunity to hold Y/N close to his chest while slowly heating himself up to a comfortable temperature to sleep in. In general, you could say that Yoongi and Y/N act like a couple - though they donât talk about their feelings right now.
Yoongi has never been in love and neither has Y/N, Kkangpae hasn't given them any chance to find a suitable partner to spend their lives with. So how would they know if love is what they are feeling?
What Yoongi does know is that heâd protect Y/N with his life - and vice versa.
Cuddling on the couch has become a thing for Y/N and Yoongi and he hates being unsure about the whole situation, he didnât want to label them, but he is itching to know whatâs going on between them. So one evening after dinner, he blurts out âAre we in a relationship? Like, are we a thing now?âÂ
Y/N jumps slightly in Yoongiâs embrace and looks up at the hybrid, unsure. âI⊠donât know? I guess you could say so, we do a lot of couple things, I mean last night when you ate my..-âÂ
âOh, yes, I remember. That was fun!âÂ
Yoongi smirks at the memory of last nightâs bedtime adventures, Y/N trapped underneath him, her legs wrapping around his head as he ate her out slowly and teasingly, before he just pulls her on top of himself to sit on his face. Now he has not only her pussy in front of him, but also her ass - and what kind of man would Yoongi be to not use this opportunity?
âI mean, I would⊠I would like to be in a relationship with you, Yoongi. I trust you, I really like you and I feel like weâll be spending the rest of our lives together anyway,â Y/N looks at her hands and bites her lip in anticipation, fearful about the manâs answer.
âThat sounds like youâre choosing to date me just because Iâm the only man around you, Petal.âÂ
He gently grabs her face, giving her no chance to break the eye contact. This time, the green in his eyes is more prominent than the purple - a rare sight, but Y/N is still in awe. âI want you to choose me because you actually like me, Y/N. Not just like, but maybe even love me. I know we havenât known each other for a long time, there canât be love between us for now, but I can say for myself that I am really close to loving you. I want to spend the rest of my life running away with you, not just because I have to.â
Y/N pouts, eyebrows furrowing as she looks at Yoongi. âI didnât mean it like that, Yoongi. But if youâre asking this charmingly, yes, Iâd like to date you too, you big baby.â Yoongi growls playfully, showing off his fangs - which he knows that they donât scare Y/N at all, but heâs proud of them, so he shows them off here and there - and pressing a gentle kiss onto her lips.Â
Feelings change kisses. Kissing somebody that youâre now dating is even better so the new couple spends minutes kissing each other carefully and lovingly. Yoongi is just about to get Y/N on his lap as the door bursts open and an out of breath looking Taehyung stands in the living room.
âYoongi⊠Theyâre here⊠Rats, but they smelled weird,â the hybrid pants as he looks at Yoongi.Â
The dragon just stares at Taehyung intensely, before nodding. âThanks, man. Really. For your help, for letting us stay here, take care of yourself, okay?â
All of them know that itâs now the time for Y/N and Yoongi to leave, not coming back ever again because Kkangpae would always have their men here from now on.Â
âThank you, Tae,â Y/N bows slightly with red cheeks, still embarrassed that they got caught.Â
âGood luck, guys.â Taehyung sends them a hurt smile, knowing that he and Yoongi could actually be friends if their lives were different, but now it was time to say goodbye so Taehyung turns around and leaves as quickly as he came.
Yoongi sighs as he stands up and starts gathering their things. âTime to pack. Youâll do the bedroom and Iâll collect our stuff from here, okay? I think the next stop will be South Africa, itâs a long trip but itâll be worth it, Kkangpae would probably never search for us there.âÂ
And so, they do end up in Kenya almost two weeks later, the US long forgotten as their lives go on.Â
The trip is actually fun, Yoongi and Y/N riding on their motorbikes - Yoongi is even allowed to ride hers for a short amount of time - taking the ferry instead of the plane and sleeping at random places in the countries they passed.
Kenya is beautiful, the temperature is perfect for Yoongi and he finally gets the glow a true dragon should have. He doesnât look as pale anymore, random scales growing here and there on his arms and neck and Y/N has never found Yoongi to be more beautiful. He seems truly happy.
The couple even started to go out, visiting different National Parks and trying to find some volcanoes for Yoongi. Y/N knows that she could never go near an active volcano, but Yoongi swears that he needed them at least once every two months to keep his dragon alive - though Y/N thinks he wants to take a long nap in the lava again.
During their time at the Masai Mara National Reserve they met another hybrid, a rare persian cheetah by the name of Hoseok. He greets them with open arms and is friendly enough to show them around.Â
Hoseok also gives them a perfect description of how Yoongi would find the only active volcano in South Africa on Marion Island. Thatâs where the couple is right now, Y/N swimming in the turquoise water around the island whilst Yoongi takes, to no surprise, a nap in the lava.Â
Theyâre genuinely happy, living more relaxed and peaceful than ever before and once Yoongi wakes up from his nap and sees Y/N still swimming around, playing with little fish and looking as beautiful as ever, he just knows that he made the right decision. Sheâs the one he wants to spend his life with, have kids with and die with.
They have a good feeling that Kkangpae wonât find them here. This can be their home from now on. Though, they wouldnât mind the chance to discover more of the earth, travel around and meet new people.Â
But South Korea isnât on their list, thatâs for sure.Â
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WOOF, again another super overdue reblog but well worth the wait bc this shit is actually golden/magic/fire in a way I totally didnât expect from this pair specifically??? So, fucj it, letâs get into it:
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â· A certain someone had given him enough experiences to develop a quite accurate instinct for this sort of thing.
SKSKSKS already dying at the way that Pacho just haunts Amadoâs entire psyche
â· Their bodies intertwined in complete darkness, surprisingly easy, both knowing exactly what to do, and Amado couldnât help but wonder where Mayo got his experiences from.
I love love love this so much bc idk what it is about Mayo, possibly just the fact that he literally gives not a single fuck, but I donât have to suspend a n y disbelief at the prospect that heâs touched tips with a gentleman, in his day, a time or two mayhaps this is why Benjamin was making eyes at him all flirty at Dinaâs wedding hmmm??? Someday I will write that fic.... but I digress
â· âHow did you sleep?â That could mean two very different things, but either way his answer was the same. âPretty good.â
NOSKSK I SLAPPED MY KEYBOARD SO HARD JUST NOW, i knocked my laptop off my lap bc Amadoâs literally like, âsorry, did you mean, how did I đŽđŽsleep? Or how did I đ„Žđ„Ž sleeeeep?â
â· But then Mayo just shrugged. âGracias compa! If you ever need a favor, or a friendâŠyou know where to find me.â He heard the meticulous way âfriendâ was pronounced, and he didnât miss the suggestive gaze, right on the fine line between being flirtatious and blunt.
Idk why but something about Mayo being like calculated but flirty, is like a) such a hot flex and I canât even articulate why, and b) such a mirror for Pacho bc I feel like even though theyâre VERY different people, that meticulousness is something Mayo would share with Pacho yâknow, like theyâre both crafty mfs in business and love
â· Those times gave him a brief illusion that the Colombian was his.
UGH OKYASISJSKSKSJSJJSSN ALREAYD KNOW IM GONNA BE SCREAMING THIS FOR THE REST OF THIS REBLOG BUT THE LONGING AND THE LOSS HERE, ALL THE ALLUSIONS TO PACHO ARE REALLY JUSTâ LIKE HE CANT ESCAPE IT, HE CANT HELP MAKING COMPARISONS I TRULY JUST AKSOSIW/&/8:2!
â· In a way, that was the worst part, because he couldnât even find a reason to be mad. How could he be mad at Pacho for not staying for a drink, when Pacho helped him to get half of the US market?
NO FORREAAAALLL THO I remmeber feeling the exact same way watching S3 and being so bummed for Amado at Pacho not wanting to go out and celebrate the big win and being so disappointed that like his homie was kinda checked out of the business by that point. It was such a bummer to watch and Iâm not even in love with the man sksks maybe thatâs why Amado latched onto Mayâ er uhhhh, I mean Marta. Sorry getting my fic and my canon mixed up, which is like pretty par for the course with your writing
â· This dark, enclosed space is perfect for sex, but terrible for smoking.
When I tell you I snorted so loud at this, like so loud my neighbors probably heard it bc how many times have we talked in the Discord about the glossy on-screen vs smelly reality of how much everyone fucking chain-smokes on this show sksk
â· That makes perfect sense, but almost too much sense for people like them. It feels too effortless, too authentic. âAlso, what other options do I have? El Señor de Los Cielos sounds cool, but lord of the sea just sounds like some dirty pirate with golden teeth.â
PFFFFFFFFTTTTJDJDJDJD NO BC IM NOW JUST PICTURING ALBERTO GUERRA AS A REGULAR FUCKIN JACK SPARROW and like I gotta be honest, the picture I have in my head is .... like I really donât hate it? Like I weirdly feel like he could rock it being a sexy asf pirate?
â· Mayo apparently doesnât mind as he lights one for himself, the little spark shines on his face...
WOOOOOF god, I love this detail so much, SO gotdamn cinematic. I can see it as though I filmed it myself. Just *muah* fucking excellent prose
â· Amado bursts out laughing at that ridiculous mental image, and the best part is that it doesnât even look bad. Mayo as a dirty pirate? Hilarious, but not bad.
SKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKSK NO BUT I SWEAR I DIDNT READ THIS AHEAD OF TIME, I almost always comment as I read, so the fact that literallyskkdkdkdkee Amado and I had the same exact thought of like âwow, Mayo as a pirate, what a hilarious thouâ well..... yâknow actually.... the more I think about it, like oh actually Iâd still totally hop on that dick this is kind of working for meâ
â· But this is different; itâs lighthearted and simple, even contagious, like smiling doesnât need a reason. It makes him want to smile too.
*bangs gavel repeatedly despite the fact that the courtroom is empty except for 2 sleeping cats* OH SURE???????? LIKE SMILING DOESNT NEED A REASON ???????? SSKOSSKWJWHAODOFJWBWOQOWJQJWJ GOTDAMN imjustsofuckingsorry but i amâ that is such a fucking BANGER of a line. And here, yes. You guessed it folks, we come to a scrrrrreeeeeeeching halt at our first stop, one I like to call, âSo Fucking Good, Iâm Mad I Didnât Write It/My Friends Are All So Talentedâ
â· There isnât a fixed schedule, of course, that would be fucking weird, but they can always find out when is a good time for the other person, meaning business is going smoothly and no oneâs trying to kill them at the moment.
I love how pencilling in a date? fuck sesh? is contingent on like whether or not other cartels are actively trying to blow them to pieces or burn their boats down, or turn them into swish cheese with a machine gun as theyâre trying to make their escape boarding a plane on a private runway. And like I can tooooootally relate me, who canât be bothered to get together with a friend for coffee if I didnât get enough sleep the night before so yeah, pretty much exactly the same Fuckships? Relationships really are hard work.
â· One, they literally have never fucked on dry land. Two, heâs always the one running around. Mayo has never been to JuĂĄrez, at least not for this matter.
PFFFFFFTTTTTTJDJDJD not me talking about relationships being hard work and Amado seconds later just, âyâknow Mayo, why am I always the one who comes to you. Like are you even committed to this fuckship relationship? Bc I really donât see you putting in the work.â
â· Mayo snorts, âon these boats?! What made you think that?â
âI donât know, man. Youâre here every time.â
NOOOOO I AMSKSKSKS S DYING bc ngl, I have never given a single fucking thought to where Mayo might actually live bc I think I also thought he lowkey just lived in a houseboat or something djdjdjdje
â· ... because boats are the perfect place to do what they do. They can just sail out, park anywhere and all of a sudden, itâs like the whole world disappears. Whatever they do stays in the middle of nowhere ...
OH WHY IS THIS SO UNEXPECTEDLY ROMANTIC THO???????
â· A strong sense of deja vu suddenly hits him. The first time Pacho came to his new house, in this exact same living room, whispering in his ear, ânow pick a bedroom.â
okay, first off.... now pick a bedroom FUCKINF HOTTTTTTT And secondly, once agaaaaiiinnnn, the way youâve woven little echoes of Pacho all throughout this as like Amadoâs entire reference point for fuckships relationships with other men, bc Pacho was his first. Like it makes so much sense but also really does up the emotional anti and adds tension in way that I think is really clever, just bc Amado and Mayo are both like so terminally chill itâd be hard to manufacture otherwise? Idk if that makes any sense sksksksksks but i guess what im trying to say is just imlovingit
â· Interestingly, he has been thinking about Pacho less frequently, at least less intensely. What just happened used to be a regular occurrence, but just now it took him by surprise.
JESUSSSS NO BC EVERYONE SJSJSJS SHUT UP THIS IS THE MOST REEAALL STATE OF MIND, POST-BREAKUP. Itâs that moment where you remember youâd been feeling a lot of emotional pain, but the thing that reminds you of it is more the absence of the pain? Which is like a relief and also the fucking worst sjsjs bc itâs fully, âdonât think of the purple elephant,â except itâs like, âoh damn, I havenât thought about So-And-So for 2 days, what progress! thatâs so awesoâ AW FUCKINN GREAT. I was thinking about how I havenât been thinking about So-And-So, and now Iâm just thinking about them againâ
â· Mayo is leaning sideways on the marble table, head slightly tilted to the side, patiently waiting. He doesnât seem to be bothered by the unexpected silence. If anything, he looks curious.
Okayokayokay so I LOVE the idea that Mayo is one of those ppl thatâs like so comfortable with silence, that he rarely says anything, but like itâs not awkward really unless you make it awkward? And bc i have be insufferable to draw comparisons to my blorbo and make everything about me itâs not the kind of like shy, introverted, silent-for-survivalâs sake quietness of BarrĂłn, itâs like waaywaywayyyyy more laid back which is so on brand for him
â· He doesnât care. If he looks up, he can see eye to eye with Jesus. For a brief moment he doesnât care about that either. Why should he? Theyâre both going to hell anyway.
OH YOU BROUGHT THE CATHOLIC GUILT INTO THIS MF AND I AM ACTHALLY ???? FUCKIGNSJDJDJDJDJD HYPERVENTILATING ??? AT HOW STEAMY THIS IS????? AND THEN YOU OPTED FOR THE KILLSHOT RIGHT BTWN MY EYES WITH âWhy should he? Theyâre both going to hell anywayâ ???? I MEANâ HOW VERY DARE YOU???
â· For some reason Mayo always woke up before him in their previous encounters, so this is actually the first time Amado sees him asleep.
Itâs really so true how different ppl look when theyâre asleep I for the record look like an actual slob goblin so this doesnât at all apply to me like more childlike and innocent than when theyâre awake and seeing that facet of Mayo would be absolutely faaaaaaaascinating, like I too would be creepin, watching this mf sleep sksksks
â· Sometimes he forgets that he doesnât have to hide her existence anymore. No one can hurt her now.
Oh friend..... uhhhhhh WHY??? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME????? HOW HAVE I WRONGED YOU??? WHY WOULD YOU DROP THIS 10 TON ANVIL ON MY HEAD AND THEN RUN AWAY LAUGHING ??? THIS IS SO ... YOUVE JUST FILLETED MY HEART WITH A GINSU KNIFE AND IM ACTUALLY TRYING TO KEEP THE SHREDDED PIECES TOGETHER WITH SCOTCH TAPE AND IM FEELING FINE ABOUT IT
â· Amado understands that. Really, he does. But what about him? Hasnât he always treated Pacho with utmost respect, trust and adoration? Hasnât he been the best business partner, a good friend and more? What about them?
JYEEEEEEEZUS FUCKING CHRIST DUDE THIS IS JUST THE MOST GUTTING THING âwhat about themâ Iâm fine! Itâs FINEEEEEEEEEE
â· But respect does nothing to ease the pain, so he does the only thing he knows whenever heâs in a bad place these days. He dials the familiar number.
WOOOOF okay thereâs this song called Brutal Hearts by Bedouin Soundclash, and itâs all about like two lovers who are clearly using each other but one is a little more attached than the other and it goes:
Are you the brutal heart? Are you the brutal heart that Iâve been looking for? âCause if youâre looking for love, you can look for that door.
And this other part that goes:
I donât mind at all. I donât mind that you only call me when you want. And Iâm just glad you want me at all.
And this is just!!!!! Itâs giving me those viiiibes dude
â· He just desperately needs to let out his frustration in someone, someone who doesnât mind.
NOOOOOOSTOOOOPPTPPPPP WHY IS THIS SUCH JUST THE FUCKING HOTTTTTEEEEST THING THO
â· Amado knows heâs not talking about the sex. That was never bad. Thatâs never the bad part with anyone.
Idk what it is about this particular fic, like maybe itâs the fact that you havenât written this pairing before, but youâre really tapping into an internal monologue for Amado with these little observations, âThatâs never the bad part with anyone,â that I am LIVING FOR, like that shit is my absolute kryptonite, it really puts me so in his head and in the moment
â· But Mayo has always been on his own. Maybe heâs more of a lone wolf than any of them. Maybe thatâs why Amado keeps coming back.
UGGGGHHHSJSJSJSJDJDOAKYAYYYY IM PRETTY SURE THIS JUST DETONATED A BOMB INSIDE MY HEAD bc I just realized itâs such a another subtle allusion to Pacho like it would make so much sense that Amado would find it comforting that Mayoâs such an independent spirit bc it means he can never lose him to found-family, the way he did with Pacho, but it also means heâs less likely to get as invested in Mayo bc heâll always sort of be at arms length and GODDDDD ITSNJUST SNSODKDKSNE IM FLIPPING MY DAMN DESK OVER BC ITS SO GOOD, ITS SUCH PROSE, ITS SO SHOW-DONT-TELL
ⷠ⊠the kind of plan that only Mayo can pull off, because the asshole knows everyone and somehow always gets what he wants from these connections.
Idk why but the undertone of admiration and butthurt-ness in this is sending me skskssksks as though Amado hasnât been super skilled at working his own connections like mans is the biggest trafficker in the world at that point, and heâs still like âugh, that Mayo. Heâs so much cooler than me. Whyâs he so cool. Ugh, I hate him. But I love him but I hate him.â
â· The nonchalance and casual cruelty send an exciting chill down his spine, rushing blood to somewhere that it absolutely shouldnât go right now.
PFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTKDDJJDJDJDJ THIS SWITCH THO from sentimentality, lfondly remembering the good ole days when everyone used to play nicely in the sandbox, to just ferally turned on about how much Mayo doesnât give a single fuck about anyoennaksksks I cannot, at all, in any way, relate -> this is what a pack of falsehoods looks like in case you were curious
â· âWhen youâŠwait, they tried to burn the ship while you were on the ship?â
OKYA IM SCREAMINFKDKD bc this is always something Iâd wondered on the show, liek at first I assumed bc of the way it was shot, that they just torched his favorite boat, but it makes WAAAAAYYYY more sense, given how pissed and generally savage and ruthless Dina was, that sheâd actually probably try to literally roast this man alive god, what a woman on his favorite boat
â· Heâs had friends killed. He has killed friends. Mayo is right, because a burn on the arm is nothing with their standard. He shouldnât care this much. He doesnât know when he started to.
Sorryyyytjfjdjdjd I know casually murdering your friends for business purposes is like Not Funny but that first sentence is so like âÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ you win some, you lose some!â is really making me cackle. BUT THEN ALSO THE REALIZATION THAT HE ACTUALLY CARES WHAT HAPPENS TO MAYO IS JUDTâ I AM SCRWAMING, CRYING, PUNCHING WALLS
â· âBut try to do it quietly. We donât want to end up like BenjamĂn.â
âPlease Amado, we both know how to keep things quiet pretty well.â
SKSKSKSKSKKKSKSJSJSNSBS I HAVE NOTHING COHERENT TO SAY EXCEPT THIS IS MY FUCKINT FACE RN
â· Turns out things can only be so quiet when youâre torturing and killing people daily. Mayo even burned a bunch of people alive. Of course he did.
THINGS CAN ONLY BE SO QUIET WHEN YOURE TORTURING AND KILLING PEOPLE DAILY. Everything about this whole ass fuckinskskskskn paragraph is straight tf up, pure, unadulterated, neon, white lightning comedic gold. I love the way itâs phrased almsot like a voiceover in a movie, like in my head, Iâm seeing that scene where Mayoâs leaning back in that lawn chair, just calming sipping his beer, smoking his cigarette while he watches these men barbecue to death a few feet in front of him, and hearing Amadoâs voice, narrating over it like, âResulta que cosas solo pueden ser tan tranquilas cuando estas torturando y matando a gente a diario ...â
â· He will miss this, he knows, every bit of it.
AGAIN, FOR THE THOUSANDTH TIME, ALL OF THIS BEING IN THE SHADOW OF PACHO LEAVING THE BUSINESS AND SEEING HIM FORNTHEBLAST TOME LIKE IVE ACTUALLY FULLY MELTED INTO A PUDDLE ON THE FLOOR AND PEOPLE ARE STEPPING ON ME, LOOKING AT THEIR SHOE WITH DISGUST AND THEN SCRAPING ME OFF AS THEY WALK AWAY
â· The old times are slipping away, faster everyday and he canât stop it. He wants Pacho, needs Pacho to be here, to remind him that itâs possible to have something actually good come out of this business, besides money he canât spend in ten life times ... not even Pacho can give him what he craves for ⊠The way Pacho is willing to risk everything for his Cali family, the way Acosta was willing to die for Mimi, that is what he wants. And he hasnât felt that since he lost his daughter.
I donât even have anything articulate to say about this except that like fuck, Amado really does end up so alone at the end of it all. Like yes, in the show, he ends up with Marta but heâs lost so many others along the way, and you can just tell the money isnât even worth it and has never really been the draw for him in the first place. It reminds me of that conversation he has with Acosta when heâs like âI like people more than moneyâ and Amado agrees. Like I think that is the godâs honest truth but he forgets about it until itâs too late
â· âYou will find your way out too, and you will find someone to do it with. You know that, right?â
UGHHHSHSKSKSKEJWJWBWBWHEJN OKAY JUST TAKE A SEARING HOT KNIFE AND JAM IT STRAIGHT THROUGH MY STERNUM INTO MY HEART WHY DONT YOU, BC I WOKE UP THIS MORNING AND SAID, âYKNOW WHATâS MISSING FROM MY LIFE???! MENTAL AND EMOTIONAL EVISCERATION. YES THATâS WHAT IT IS!!! ILL HAVE SOME OF THAT WITH A GLASS OF ORANGE JUICE AND A SIDE OF SCRAMBLED EGGS THANKSâ
â· He doesnât know how Pacho read his mind, and also doesnât know the answer to that question, but he smiles and says yes, because both of them deserve to hear it.
BECAUSE BOTH OF THEM DESERVE TO HEAR IT INCAAAAAAAAAANT EVENSODJSJD FUCKING HANDLE THESE HITS, JUST BACK TO BACK, ONE RIGHT AFTER THE OTHER, BY THE END OF THIS FIC IM GONNA BE IN A FUCKING VEGETATIVE STATE
â· ... and just like that, the air is again filled with a relaxed atmosphere. âTheyâre your supply, and right now my supply is you, so I need to know if thatâs true.â
I love Mayoâs cluelessness at Amado getting all butthurt about the term ârelationship.â Like I feel like someone could put a gun to Mayoâs head and he would just casually smirk and sip from his beer, cool as can be
â· Mayo silently holds his gaze, completely chill like he has nothing to hide, and if Amado knows anything about the man, is that he can maintain that pretense for as long as he wants.
Re: the above comment sksks I get the feeling that Mayo is actually the worst person to get into an argument with bc heâs so That Guy. The One that youâll be screaming at and instead of fighting back like you want him to, heâll just fuckin laff in your face and refuse to play ball a trait that I donât find to be sexy, or attractive, or infuriatingly endearing at all. Nopenopenope, no siree bub
â· âMaybe? I thought it would be fancier, you know, like your house.â
Amado snorts, âIâm sure the DEA would love that too.â
Not me and Mayo just being the same person here, like just based on Amadoâs house and the way he dresses, I would also expect the planes to be a little more impressive than those piece of shit tiny Cessnas that literally look like theyâre being held together by fuckinfkdk barbed wire and staples
â· Mayo nods, not in a casual, dismissive way, but like he truly understands, and maybe he does. Maybe Mayo also bought his first boat on a payment plan, and kept it running as long as he could.
Dang, why do I get the feeling that the boat the Arellanos set on fire, was Mayoâs first boatsksksk just to add insult to injury bc Dina was going full scorched earth policy once again, what a woman
â· Mayo climbs into the co-pilot seat, not hiding his curiosity as he observes the hundreds of buttons on the control panel, and even touches a few without asking. Amadoâs pretty sure Mayo did that just to push his buttons. âYeah, this is too fucking complicated.â
SPFFDFFFTTT NOT THIS MF JUST PURPOSELY PRESSING THE BUTTONS BC HE KNOWS ITLL BUG THE SHIT OUT OF AMADOSKSKSKS I LOVE THE WAY YOUVE WRITTEN HIM SO MUCH HERE. And then, once again, âthis is too fucking complicated,â Mayo taking the words right outta my mouth although based on a number of historical documentaries Iâve seen, boats, especially sailboats can be equally confounding and hard to learn how to pilot sksks thereâs just fewer buttons
â· He sees rage, raw and uncontrolled, natural. If Amado werenât still controlling the plane, he would definitely be punched in the face now.
Ooooooo so interesting that Amado rejects Mayo bc itâs like already too hard to let go, heâs enjoying his company too much. And it would make complete and total sense given that heâd just lost Pacho and knows that heâs about to bounce from the business for good and basically never see him again.
â· Itâs just a walk, probably a regular occurance for Mayo, walking away from someone, forgetting everything they offered and didnât offer, and just like that, simply onto the next journey.
Always better to be my own boss.
Heâs a man of his words, and Amado respects that.
Ngl, I like furiously scrolled down to see how much more of the fic there was bc even though this wouldâve been a fuckint banger of an ending and super on-brand, based on your ability to shatter my heart and psyche with tragedy I was about to be in full fucking fisticuffs, just fighting strangers in the street, bc thatâs how mad I wouldâve been if thatâs the way this ended sksksk
â· Ironically, that reminds him of their first few encounters, always in the darkness that hides them from everyone else, as well as themselves.
Okay, once again???????? Heart wrenching???? and beautiful??! And romantic ???! and tragic bc thereâs no fucking way this shit is going to end well?????
â· But why should Mayo understand? Itâs not like he knows much about Mayo either. Amado looks at the artworks and books on the shelf behind the desk. Are they just decorations or do they have more meanings? He doesnât know, does he?
I do like this acknowledgment of the fact that even though he and Mayo clearly have a connection and in a way, they know each other, they still donât like know know each other. Like itâs always been about business or sex, they havenât ever had the, âso whatâs your favorite colorâ conversations theyâd normally have if they were together or even just friends. And it really emphasizes really how lonely Amado is, almost like heâs regretting keepin Mayo at armâs length bc thereâs this gulf of communication between them, but thatâs sort of by design built into their whole arrangement
â· Right below where the girl is standing, on the side of the boat, it writes Anna.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHKAAAAAAY WHAT THE ACTUAL EVER LOVING FUCKING JESUS CHRIST FUCKING FUCK OF FUCKS, IM NOT EVENâ I CANT EVEN COMPUTE??????? RIGHT NOW???? THIS IS SO THOUGHTFUL AND UNEXPECTED YET DOESNT FEEL OUT OF CHARACTER AS A THING MAYO WOULD GET FOR HIM?????!??? ITSâ LIKEâ LIKE IM IN A BALL, CATATONIC, DERANGED, LAUGHING LIKE THE JOKER, LYING ON MY BATHROOM FLOOR BC YOUVE FULLY UNRAVELED ME LIKE A SPOOL OF YARN
â· âAt first I wanted to make a plane that takes her to heaven, but then I figured it might be too modern for God ⊠I mean, the ark was a boat, right?â
Ohhdaaaaaaaaamn gorrrrlllllll I see you out here with these biblical references, i see you and I salute you but for the realism, not bc Iâm like esp âyay! Jesusâ
â· *You will find someone.* He already has, when he wasnât even looking.
AND RHEN SSKSKSOWOWOZIANA THIS CALLBACK TO PACHO, IM FULLY FUCKING DERANGED RN
â· âIâm not laying low for a while. Iâm leaving, forever, in two days.â
âOh! OkâŠthatâsâŠâ
Skskskksskskkdkdksks sorry, I just spit out my chocolate milk reading this bc Mayo is never caught off guard but I can like see and hear his confusion, here, so clearly in my mindâs eye, itâs sending me
â· âYou think I donât know that?â
âYou know, but no one really wants that, not even you.â Amado leans forward and puts both of his hands on the desk. âFor the longest time I also thought I was fine with it, but no one wants to be alone.â
Oh this just got me thinking like I wonder how much older Amado is. Only bc this very much sounds like something someone a few years older would say, but then again, Amadoâs been in the business for longer than Mayo, at least according to the show, so it could also just be like sksksks career advice from someone whoâs further along if said career is A Life Of Doing Crimes
â· âThe government was onto you, you lost your supply and your Colombian boyfriend dumped you. So you came up with an escape plan, which was a pretty good idea. But when the 48 hour count down began, you had some kind ofâŠfucking existential crisis, so you came here to grab the first person you could think of, to bring them like a bag of cash.â
OOOOOFFFFFF okay, so I take it back when I said that Mayoâs that person who only laughs at you when you fight with him. Like 95% of the time, I think thatâs the case, except for that rare 5% of the time when heâs like this ^^ just slinging hard truths at you and it hits even harder by the very fact that he refuses to sling shit most of the time
â· âTell me again, when are you leaving?â
âIn two days?â
âHow long did it take for you to prepare?â
ââŠSeveral months.â
âAnd how long have we known each other?â
He looks up to meet Mayoâs eyes again, and he sees it, the thick layer of pain shadowing all the anger.
Okay, I love you, Amado and I have no doubt you had the best of intentions, but our homie here is making some good pointskskskk like this isnât the best or most well-thought-out way to finally tell someone âIâm into you for more than that disco stickâ
â· âI hope you can get away, and Iâm not telling this to anyone.â Mayo takes out a cigarette and lights it, taking a long drag. âBut get the fuck out of my house.â
Iâm like.... gaaaaaaah l so conflicted bc Iâm such a sucker for a happy ending but Iâm also kind of like âfair, Mayo. Fair.â
â· He already knows everything that needs to be done, so he just does them, but it feels more like accomplishing a preassigned task rather than going to his freedom. He doesnât know what happens after, and he barely made sense of what happened before, so he is simply going to execute the plan. Itâs his only option now.
OHHHHHHH NOOOI AMADO, TODO VA A ESTAR BIEN, POBRECITO ~~EXCEPTO QUE EN REALIDAD NO LO SĂ PORQUE NO SĂ CĂMO ESTO TERMINA PERO NECESITO QUE ESTA MIERDA ESTE BIEN
â· âYouâre not here to shoot me, right?â Itâs meant to be a joke, but he canât rule that out completely based on their last meeting.
âHonestly? I considered it.â
Skskskksksksksksjs âbased on their last meetingâ like, Amado, buddy. You canât rule that out ever, just by the very nature of the fact that youâre all a bunch of duplicitous, murderous cartel bosses, but itâs fine sksksks
â· This isnât luck. Mayo *knows* him, more than either of them is willing to admit.
UH YEAAAAHHHH I FEEL LIKE THE MOST TOUCHING, SWEET, SENTIMENTAL, WELL THOUGHT OUT GIFT OF ALL TIME MEANS HE KNOWS YOU
â· âI thought about what you said. Most of it was fucking bullshit, but you did have one good point.â
SORRYSJSJSJS i just snorted so fucking loud bc this is so something Iâd actually say
â· âSoâŠyouâre basically using me.â Thereâs a subtle sourness in his chest, but he knows heâs smiling.
âWell, you used me first for a fucking long time, so now itâs my turn.â
CUE ME FUCKING JUMPING UP AND DOWN SCREAMING LIEK IVE JUST WON THE PUBLISHERâS CLEARINGHOUSE SWEEPSTAKES AND YOUVE HANDED ME A GIANT CHECK BC I GOT MY FUCKIGN HAPPY ENDING AND I SWEAR TO GOD, I TRULY DID NOT SEE HOW IT WAS GONNA BE POSSIBLE, I DID THINK I WAS GONNA GET IT BUT YOU MADE IT HAPPEN ANYWAY
Call It Even
(My rare pair writing challenge for myself that somehow turned into a 9k words novelâŠ)
Rating: Mature
Paring: Amado/Mayo, Amado/Pacho
Words: 9,542
The first time it happened, it was more like a stress relief than anything else. The process of restructuring the entire operation of JuĂĄrez wasnât going as smoothly as Amado had hoped. He was living in a shitty house while his new mansion was under construction. On top of all that, he still hadnât summoned enough courage to visit his daughterâs grave.
Mayo was asking for a favor, something about moving his boats through the port in Peñasco, which technically didnât belong to JuĂĄrez, but he was planning to expand his operation there. He didnât know how exactly Mayo got that information, but it didnât matter that much. People like them always had their own ways.
They were acquaintances at best, never even met alone before, but somehow Amado just knew the other man wouldnât be opposed to the idea of a little fun time. A certain someone had given him enough experiences to develop a quite accurate instinct for this sort of thing.
They parked the boat in the middle of open water. Below the deck, even moonlight couldnât shine through the closed door. Their bodies intertwined in complete darkness, surprisingly easy, both knowing exactly what to do, and Amado couldnât help but wonder where Mayo got his experiences from. But then the waves must have gotten higher, because the boat started to rock back and forth, matching their increasingly intense rhythm, and all other thoughts were pushed out of his brain.
He woke up naked the next morning, under a soft blanket that smelt like sea. The boat was already moving, so he quickly got dressed and went up the deck. Mayo waved at him behind the steering wheel, or whatever that wheel was called on boats.
âHow did you sleep?â
That could mean two very different things, but either way his answer was the same. âPretty good.â
âGood.â Mayo smiled, adjusting the wheel to a fixed position, and then loosely leaned on it. âWe didnât talk about tax yesterday. How much do you want?â
âHow much are you moving?â
Mayo nodded at a container in the corner, âfive times that much.â
Amado walked over and took off the lid, âevery week? Month?â
âTwice per month.â
He did some quick math in his head. âThatâs fine, you can just move them through the port.â
Mayo lifted his eyebrows in surprise, and he wished he could take back what he said. It sounded more like an insult than a nice gesture, in more ways than one.
But then Mayo just shrugged. âGracias compa! If you ever need a favor, or a friendâŠyou know where to find me.â
He heard the meticulous way âfriendâ was pronounced, and he didnât miss the suggestive gaze, right on the fine line between being flirtatious and blunt.
*
They didnât see each other for a long time after that. Mayo kept his promise, moving their agreed amount and nothing more, so Amado kept his word as well, never asking for a tax. Frankly, that amount of money would mean nothing to him if he could make this new deal with Cali.
Then he wouldnât just be moving the products. He would be selling them.
It felt weird to meet with Pacho in the presence of others. He was so used to it being just them. It was easier that way, more relaxing. They always did other things besides talking business. Those times gave him a brief illusion that the Colombian was his.
The meeting went well, and he felt nothing but gratefulness towards Pacho, knowing that Cali would never share their US territory with a Mexican if Pacho didnât vouch for him.
In a way, that was the worst part, because he couldnât even find a reason to be mad. How could he be mad at Pacho for not staying for a drink, when Pacho helped him to get half of the US market?
He flew back to Mexico that night and had no sleep, and the next afternoon he went to MazatlĂĄn.
Thatâs why heâs standing by the port again right now, looking at the same boat. Or maybe it was a different one, just similar. He couldnât really tell, just like others couldnât tell his planes apart too.
*
The sun is just beginning to set, painting the sky a shade of dark orange, tainting all reflections on the water with golden sparkles. Mayo is sitting on the deck, enjoying a bottle of beer, his baseball cap placed on a chair right next to him.
He looks at Amado, and then tells his guys to leave.
âI guess you donât need a favor.â
Amado takes off his sunglasses. He doesnât need them under the dim sunlight. âNo.â
Mayo smiles and takes the baseball cap off the chair, casually tossing it on a pile of nets nearby. âThen come aboard.â
Itâs still dark below the deck, but he has just enough light to see the person right in front of him, and everything else in the background is blurred out. Their clothes are scattered on the floor. Their lips are on each otherâs body so they donât need to talk. The blankets and sheets still smell like the sea, but itâs not a bad odorâ itâs fresh and natural.
It reminds him of a nice cool breeze in the midst of summer heat.
They lay side by side catching their breath, letting their heartbeats slow down after the overwhelming raw pleasure. Then the awkwardness suddenly hits him, and he doesnât know what to say or do. That never happened before, not with women because they always wanted to cuddle, and not with Pacho either. They were already friends before anything else.
But Mayoâs not his friend, and certainly not a woman, but that thought makes him break into a smile, and Mayo spots it immediately.
âSomething funny?â
Thereâs no point in denying it, but heâs not going to share the details. âA little.â
Mayo reaches for his pants on the floor, and takes out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the pockets. âGood funny?â
âIf you say so.â He waves it off when Mayo offers him the pack. This dark, enclosed space is perfect for sex, but terrible for smoking.
Mayo apparently doesnât mind as he lights one for himself, the little spark shines on his face, casting a shadow of the nicely shaped nose.
âDid you come up with El Mayo yourself?â Amado doesnât know where that question came from, probably just a random thought his brain made up on its own to alleviate the uneasiness.
âYeah, why?â
âJust the month of May?â
âWhy not?â Mayo blows out a puff of smoke. âItâs a good time of the year. Not too hot, not too rainy, great for sailing.â
That makes perfect sense, but almost too much sense for people like them. It feels too effortless, too authentic.
âAlso, what other options do I have? El Señor de Los Cielos sounds cool, but lord of the sea just sounds like some dirty pirate with golden teeth.â
Amado bursts out laughing at that ridiculous mental image, and the best part is that it doesnât even look bad. Mayo as a dirty pirate? Hilarious, but not bad.
Mayo laughs with him, and then doesnât say more. Silence falls upon them again, but the awkwardness is miraculously gone.
Mayo finishes the cigarette and takes his watch from a tiny table next to the bed, which might or might not count as a nightstand. Amado sits up straight, taking it as his cue to leave.
âYou want something to eat?â Mayo takes a look at time, and then starts putting on his pants. âThereâs a pretty nice seafood place around here.â
âWhat?â
Mayo shrugs, buckling up the belt. âItâs dinner time, unless you want to drive straight back.â
*
The restaurant is small and vibrant, full of regular civilians, half look like fishermen or sailors, or maybe theyâre also criminals pretending to be normal, like them.
The owner comes out to greet Mayo, not with a handshake but an earnest hug, the kind of hug that only belongs to people who have known each other for a long time.
âI give JosĂ© free shrimp all the time, so he lets me eat here free for life.â Mayo suddenly says, after the owner brought them their third round of free drinks.
Amado drinks a large gulp of cold beer. âWell, does he know why you never ask to be paid?â
Mayo just looks at him and smiles. Thereâs something special with that smile, by now Amado has noticed. Heâs no stranger to nice smiles. Heâs seen it on Pacho a thousand times, seductive and irresistible. But this is different; itâs lighthearted and simple, even contagious, like smiling doesnât need a reason.
It makes him want to smile too.
*
They have developed into a routine since then. There isnât a fixed schedule, of course, that would be fucking weird, but they can always find out when is a good time for the other person, meaning business is going smoothly and no oneâs trying to kill them at the moment.
Again, people like them always have their ways.
Heâs been to most of Mayoâs boats, if not all. He even ranked them based on their comfort levels in his head. Itâs actually how he can tell them apart to a large extent, not that heâs ever going to tell Mayo that. He has also learned what restaurants in MazatlĂĄn have the freshest seafood, and that has completely ruined all seafood restaurants in JuĂĄrez. Now they all taste like shit, even the most expensive ones.
His favorite is still JosĂ©âs place. The oysters are to die for, and the shrimp too, but that doesnât surprise him. JosĂ© never lets him pay, even when heâs not going with Mayo, but he always leaves a generous tip.
One day, when Amado arrives at the port as usual, heâs suddenly hit with two realizations. One, they literally have never fucked on dry land. Two, heâs always the one running around. Mayo has never been to JuĂĄrez, at least not for this matter.
âYou donât live on your boats, right?â He asks, just to make sure.
Mayo snorts, âon these boats?! What made you think that?â
âI donât know, man. Youâre here every time.â Amado shrugs, looking around at the now familiar surroundings. A random mechanic recognizes him and nods.
Mayo gives him a thoughtful look. âYou never asked to go anywhere else.â
Thatâs true, because boats are the perfect place to do what they do. They can just sail out, park anywhere and all of a sudden, itâs like the whole world disappears. Whatever they do stays in the middle of nowhere, and at this point, they have done a lot.
However, if heâs being completely honest with himself, boats are not yachts, and heâs not twenty years old anymore. It doesnât hurt to fuck on a nice soft king-sized bed once in a while.
âYou know, if you want a change of scenery, you donât have to come here.â Mayo leans forward a little, staring right into his eyes like heâs reading his mind. âIâm sure itâd be a lot more comfortable in your new house, or more exciting on a plane.â
Amadoâs genuinely impressed at how Mayo effortlessly turned the table, kicking the ball right back to him, even making it sound a bit like his fault.
âYou never offered to make the trip.â He responds, intentionally mimicking what the other man said earlier.
âIâm offering now.â
He swallows, not sure how heâs so aroused by that simple sentence, maybe it has something to do with that unfazed attitude. âThe house or the plane?â
âYour place, your call.â
*
Mayo whistles when they walk into one of the large living rooms. âHow long did they take to build this again?â
âToo long if you ask me.â
Outside of the floor-to-ceiling window, a few gardeners are working on the lawn. Amado walks over and closes the curtains.
Mayo runs his fingertips along the large dining table, âis this marble?â
âI think so.â
Mayo smirks, and without asking for his permission, picks up the crystal vase at the center of the table and gently sets it on the floor. âEver tried it?â
A strong sense of deja vu suddenly hits him. The first time Pacho came to his new house, in this exact same living room, whispering in his ear, ânow pick a bedroom.â
He blinks and shakes that memory out of his mind. Interestingly, he has been thinking about Pacho less frequently, at least less intensely. What just happened used to be a regular occurrence, but just now it took him by surprise.
Mayo is leaning sideways on the marble table, head slightly tilted to the side, patiently waiting. He doesnât seem to be bothered by the unexpected silence. If anything, he looks curious.
Amado shakes his head a bit frustratedly. âYou just hate regular nice beds, donât you?â
âI like them for sleeping.â
He rolls his eyes. âThis is an open area. People can walk in anytime.â Not only that, there is a big sculpture of The Last Supper on the shelf directly facing this table.
âThey all work for you, just tell them to stay away. We can be quiet.â Mayo glances at the sculpture, and then gives him a smirk, outright sinful. âCome on, donât tell me youâve never thought about it.â
He gives in. He can never resist. Sometimes he wonders how he hasnât developed a coke addiction with his crappy self control. Maybe sex is the only thing heâs drawn to.
Despite his vindictive efforts to make it difficult, Mayo does manage to stay quiet, but he can tell the tension and excitement from the grip on his shoulders, hard enough to leave bruises. He doesnât care. If he looks up, he can see eye to eye with Jesus. For a brief moment he doesnât care about that either. Why should he? Theyâre both going to hell anyway.
*
Amado wakes up in the morning next to another warm naked body. Right, they did it again last night, finally on a bed like normal people. Sunlight shines through the small slit between heavy curtains. The room looks peaceful at this time, and so does the person. For some reason Mayo always woke up before him in their previous encounters, so this is actually the first time Amado sees him asleep.
He doesnât realize heâs leaning in until their faces are inches apart from each other. Then Mayo opens his eyes.
It could be some sixth sense that they all eventually develop in their world. The sleepiness in Mayoâs light brown eyes turns into alert immediately. Amado jumps back just in time to avoid being hit in the face.
The air is filled with awkward tension as they stare at each other from their own side of bed, both still naked under the cover.
âShit man,â Mayo laughs and runs a hand down his face, âdonât scare me like that.â
âSorry.â He mutters, turning away to get out of bed.
âWhat time is it?â Mayo asks, although there is a large clock right there on the wall.
âAround 8:40.â Amado answers as he walks to the closet, putting on a black bathrobe.
âGreat, I should be back by noon.â Mayo takes the identical robe right next to it and wraps it around himself.
âSomething going on?â
âThereâs always something going on.â Mayo brushes off the question and walks towards the bathroom, but stops in front of the nightstand as something catches his eye.
âHuh, is this the one you flew to MazatlĂĄn last time?â He picks it up, and Amadoâs heart drops as he sees whatâs in the other manâs hands.
âPut that down!â
âSĂ, tranquilo!â Mayo immediately sets it back down on the nightstand, and then puts up both hands. âSorry.â
Amado pinches the bridge of his nose. He didnât realize how dramatic his tone was, but heâs not going to apologize. Mayo shouldnât be touching his stuff without asking, but he also didnât set that rule straight yesterday with the vase.
Mayo crosses his arms and fixes him with an inquisitive stare, not at all offended or demanding, just simply curious about his sudden outburst, and somehow that enrages him even more. He knows itâs not the best way to deal with the situation, but at this moment, he just wants to tell Mayo to go take a shower, get dressed and get out of his house.
âMy bad, I should have known.â Mayo breaks the silence with another apology. âOf course you would have some strong attachments to planes, even if itâs a model.â
If it came from anyone else, it would sound like they were making fun of him, saying he was like a little boy holding onto his toys. But Mayo somehow always manages to make the teasing remarks sound harmless and fun, like there are no other hidden meanings.
Amado sighs, âit was my daughterâs.â
Sometimes he forgets that he doesnât have to hide her existence anymore. No one can hurt her now.
âOh, I didnât know you had a daughter.â Mayo lifts his eyebrows in surprise. âHow old is she?â
âSix.â He walks towards the nightstand and adjusts the toy plane to the exact same location and angle as before. âShe was six.â
He knows Mayo will catch the specific choice of word, so he doesnât bother to meet him in the eye. He remembers how Pacho looked at him after hearing the news: shock, pity, pain⊠As heartwarming as it was to know someone else cared, he doesnât want to see any of that again.
âIâm really sorry. I didnât know.â
Amado remains quiet, because he doesnât want to say itâs ok. Itâs fucking not.
âWhat was her name?â
âAnna.â
âSounds very pretty.â
She is. Sheâs the prettiest little girl heâs ever seen.
He hears a gentle sigh, and then footsteps walking away. The bathroom door closes, and water starts running.
*
Nothing prepared Amado for the news Pacho brought. Cali is getting out of the business, for good. But why? How? What is he going to do? Where else can he get this amount of supply? âGilberto and Miguel have always treated me as family. Iâm going to join them.â
Amado understands that. Really, he does. But what about him? Hasnât he always treated Pacho with utmost respect, trust and adoration? Hasnât he been the best business partner, a good friend and more?
What about them?
Once Pacho has made up his mind, thereâs no way to change it. Amado knows. Thatâs one of the reasons he respects him so much. But respect does nothing to ease the pain, so he does the only thing he knows whenever heâs in a bad place these days. He dials the familiar number.
*
Mayo opens the door when he arrives at the house in a suburban area. Amado hasnât been here before, but it looks like a nice house, just not the house. Itâs well decorated, both comfortable and aesthetic, but he just doesnât feel like this is a place Mayo would call home. Why he feels that way, he doesnât know, and heâs also not in the mood to think about.
They waste no time getting into bed, pieces of clothing scattered all over the expensive carpet. Theyâve done it both ways, and both have been highly enjoyable, but tonight heâs not here for fun. He just desperately needs to let out his frustration in someone, someone who doesnât mind.
When he shoves the other man into the mattress, Mayo shoots him a suspicious glance but doesnât protest, which he really appreciates. He enters the warm body with little preparation, feeling the muscles clenching around his length. He forces himself to take a deep breath and slow down, so he doesnât actually hurt him. Causing pain to whomever he sleeps with is never a turn-on.
Underneath him Mayo silently grabs the silky sheet, and he covers it with his own hand, intertwining their fingers tightly until their knuckles turn white.
The orgasm is satisfying and cathartic as usual, but physical pleasure can only do so much. They sit on their own sides of bed, the only thing floating in silent air is the smoke from two cigarettes.
Finally Mayo turns to him first, intentionally blowing a puff of smoke next to his face. âThat bad?â
Amado knows heâs not talking about the sex. That was never bad.
Thatâs never the bad part with anyone.
âHave you ever had partners?â He asks, although he doesnât even know why that question came to mind, or how thatâs relevant in any way.
âPartners? No.â Mayo chuckles, âthings change, people change, and once you have a disagreementâŠâ
He pauses and turns to look Amado in the eye. Itâs probably not a special or intense look to anyone else, but Amado knows all about it now: the teasing suggestiveness thatâs always followed by something provocative, for better or worse.
âWhen things donât work out, you will have to betray them, or kill them, right?â
Amado frowns, suddenly realizes how audacious Mayo has become with him, but whatâs worse is that he doesnât feel offended or threatened when he should.
âHey, no judgment here. You do what you have to do. Thatâs the business.â Mayo pats him playfully on the naked shoulder. âIâm just saying thatâs too much trouble for me. Always better to be my own boss.â
Is it? Maybe. Amado agrees, but he wouldnât have agreed a decade ago. He thinks about Acosta, and even Miguel. He used to see them as partners. Maybe he doesnât call them families like how Pacho calls the other Cali godfathers, but he cared about them at some point.
But Mayo has always been on his own. Maybe heâs more of a lone wolf than any of them.
Maybe thatâs why Amado keeps coming back.
*
He thought losing his supply would be the biggest problem, but he should have known the golden rule in their business: when one thing goes to shit, everything goes to shit.
He just got off the plane an hour ago, hadnât even had something to eat yet, and the fucking Arellanos shot up his favorite restaurant. He lost two bodyguards, but everyone else got out of there safely. Heâs unscratched.
Amado rushes back home, asks his men to do a thorough security evaluation, and pours himself a generous glass of whiskey. When his phone rings, he has barely finished one third of the glass.
Mayo doesnât bother to say hello. âDid they make a move on you too?â
Itâs a vague question, doesnât even specify who they are. Amado can play oblivious if he wants, but a shootout in a public restaurant is no secret, so thereâs no point in denying.
âWhy are you asking?â
He hears a sigh. âWell, they burned my ship. Just trying to figure out if Iâm the only one theyâre pissed at.â
Amado almost wants to tell him he got off easy. Having a ship burned sounds much better than being shot at. But this is not the time for jokes.
âYou want to meet tomorrow? For business.â Now that he thinks about it, the last two words really arenât necessary.
âSure, JuĂĄrez or MazatlĂĄn?â
âIâll fly there first thing in the morning. Meet by the port?â
âSounds good. Iâll show you the wreckage.â
Mayo makes it sound like something good, which he doesnât understand, but now heâs curious. Which ship was burned? The biggest one? How many times have they done it in that one?
âSoâŠsee you tomorrow?â Mayo asks tentatively, snapping him out of his roaming thoughts. He must have been quiet for a while.
He quickly confirms and hangs up the phone. Itâs been a long day, and he needs to get up early tomorrow. Time for some sleep.
*
Amado has never been to this port in the morning, and the beautiful scene makes him wonder why he hasnât. Morning sunlight is bright but gentle, without the burning afternoon heat, just a hopeful glow on the tranquil water. It contrasts the ship wreckage perfectly, almost in an artistic way.
âShit, the biggest one?â Amado shakes his head looking at the ruins. âAlways come for what we love, right?â
âItâs a shame. She was my favorite one. Still had a few good years to go.â Mayo touches the burned metal frame. âBut itâs fine. We managed to put it out before it could spread to other boats.â
âI assume youâre here to talk about a plan.â Mayo leads him to another boat, takes out two bottles of beers from a freezer and throws him one.
He catches it. âAnd I assume you already have one.â
Mayo smirks behind the beer bottle, and then goes on to explain how he plans to use Sinaloanâs manpower to move products through Tijuana. Itâs a unique plan, the kind of plan that only Mayo can pull off, because the asshole knows everyone and somehow always gets what he wants from these connections.
That means Mayo wants something from him too.
âWhat do you need from me?â
âChapo already has men, so we just need products to get going. The numbers youâre doing? Iâm sure you donât mind sparing a little.â Mayo raises the half empty bottle to him, âand Iâll take care of the rest.â
âWhat rest?â
âWhat else?â Mayo shrugs, âthe Arellanos tried to kill you. Surely the Lord of the Skies wonât let that slide.â
The sun is rising higher, and he puts on his sunglasses. âI donât know. The Arellanos helped me to take down FĂ©lix.â
Mayo simply takes another sip of beer. âSo?â
The nonchalance and casual cruelty send an exciting chill down his spine, rushing blood to somewhere that it absolutely shouldnât go right now.
âIâll advance your products.â He says, a bit hurriedly. Itâs a good thing that he has his sunglasses on.
âGreat. Then itâs a deal.â
Usually this is when they shake hands, but at this point, they both know theyâre closer than that.
âItâs a deal.â Amado nods, and claps Mayoâs shoulder, giving it a firm shake.
The other man immediately tenses up under his touch, almost like a held-back flinch. The beer bottle drops on the deck and shatters.
âWhatâŠâ Startled, Amado removes his hand. âWhat the hell was that?â
âNothing. The bottle just got slippery.â
âNo, what happened to your left arm?â
Mayo waves it off with the other arm. âItâs fine, man. Not a big deal.â
âDonât give me that shit.â He meant to use a stern tone, but it comes out more annoyed than anything. âWhat the fuckâs going on?â
Mayo lets out a frustrated sigh, acting like Amado is the unreasonable one here. âJust a burn I got last night, when I got off the ship.â
âWhen youâŠwait, they tried to burn the ship while you were on the ship?â
âYou know how it is. Weâve all done it.â Mayo says that casually, and Amado truly doesnât understand how heâs so calm about it. People fuck over and kill each other in this business. Thatâs no news. But almost being burned alive?!
âThey fucked up their chance, and now itâs our turn. Itâs that simple.â Mayo explains, like heâs the one trying to calm Amado down, which is quite funny since Amado is usually the calm one.
Then it hits him. He is usually calmer than this. Heâs had friends killed. He has killed friends. Mayo is right, because a burn on the arm is nothing with their standard. He shouldnât care this much.
He doesnât know when he started to.
âWeâll get back at them, right?â Mayo pulls him out of his thoughts again. âThatâs what weâre talking about here.â
âYeah.â Amado adjusts his sunglasses, trying to get his brain back to business mode, and when he speaks, the viciousness in his voice matches perfectly with the rage inside. âThey need to die.â
âIâll make sure of that.â
âBut try to do it quietly. We donât want to end up like BenjamĂn.â
Mayo gives him a smile, the kind of smile thatâs only reserved for when theyâre alone, often naked. âPlease Amado, we both know how to keep things quiet pretty well.â
*
Turns out things can only be so quiet when youâre torturing and killing people daily. Mayo even burned a bunch of people alive. Of course he did.
The violence doesnât surprise him, but Hankâs reaction does. It starts to make more sense when he puts more thoughts into the situation. Hank is a politician, and with politicians, itâs all about appearances, about what everything looks like on the outside. At the end of the day, they donât care how many people in the drug business die, as long as it doesnât get traced back to them. Thatâs why Hank is threatening to cut all ties.
Again, when one thing goes to shit, everything goes to shit.
Pacho visits him again to talk about a final deal with Cali, but they both know thatâs just an excuse for them to see each other one last time.
They drink, they talk, they laugh at each otherâs jokes. Everything feels natural and relaxing, because by one in a million chance, they actually enjoy each otherâs company. They like each other, a lot, and that fucking destroys him.
When they finally move to the bedroom, Amado wishes time would pause so he can imprint every detail of this experience in his brain, remember every little sound Pacho makes when heâs touched, the way each muscle tenses with arousal, and how those beautiful brown eyes stare right into his when pleasure takes them both over the edge.
He will miss this, he knows, every bit of it.
âStay.â He says hopefully, desperately. âWe can start something on our own. Itâll be good, just like the old times.â
The old times are slipping away, faster everyday and he canât stop it. He wants Pacho, needs Pacho to be here, to remind him that itâs possible to have something actually good come out of this business, besides money he canât spend in ten life times.
âI canât. You know I would if I could.â Pachoâs smooth voice sounds even deeper, almost like a sigh, and thereâs nothing other than honesty and sorrow in his words. âGilberto, Miguel and Chepe are my family. I love them. I canât leave them when they need me the most.â
Amado feels a lump in his throat, and he has to blink away the burning sensation behind his eyes. He will miss Pacho, but thatâs not even the worst part.
The worst part is he sees it now: not even Pacho can give him what he craves for.
Itâs not sex, and even a good friendship isnât enough. The way Pacho is willing to risk everything for his Cali family, the way Acosta was willing to die for Mimi, that is what he wants. And he hasnât felt that since he lost his daughter.
He wants someone. Whatâs the fucking point to get on top of the world only to end up dying alone in a ditch or a small cell?
âHey, AmadoâŠâ Pacho touches his cheek, uncharacteristically gentle, eyes filled with genuine care and empathy. âYou will find your way out too, and you will find someone to do it with. You know that, right?â
He doesnât know how Pacho read his mind, and also doesnât know the answer to that question, but he smiles and says yes, because both of them deserve to hear it. They should end on a hopeful note, just like how they started, believing they were building the biggest collaborative empire in narcos history. Now, they need to believe they will get out of it.
*
Preparing for a grand escape plan is not easy, especially for someone like him: the number one target on everyoneâs list, since heâs doing the biggest numbers.
There are several times when Amadoâs having too much stress and not enough sleep, he has an almost unstoppable desire to call Mayo. Itâs like a habit now, the perfect person to have an hour of good time with just to chase some temporary release before he has to get back to reality. At least thatâs what heâs telling himself. Itâs just the sex, and the good food, and the occasional entertaining conversations, and⊠He shakes himself out of it. This is not a good time for that. There wonât ever be a good time again.
Surprisingly, Mayo ends up contacting him first, saying they have business to discuss. Honestly, they do. Things in Tijuana are getting too loud, which canât be good for his already challenging escape plan. And speaking of that, he should at least have the decency to let Mayo know, not about his plan of course, but just the fact that their deal, cooperation and whatever else is over.
Amado should have reached out first, but he has been delaying it because heâs been busy, because there are a hundred more important things to take care of, because Mayo probably doesnât even need it â such a gesture is never expected from people like them.
All these are true, but none of them is the most crucial reason.
He doesnât want to.
*
This is the most silent conversation theyâve had, even tenser than the first time they met, or the first time they fucked. He used to think it was impossible to have an awkward interaction with Mayo. The man has many talents, but the most of them all is his forever easygoing demeanor. It has always been comfortable to be around him, until now.
âSo, is the rumor true?â Mayo takes a small sip of beer and sets the bottle neatly on the coaster.
âWhat rumor?â Itâs not a rhetorical question. There are ten new rumors every hour these days.
âYou know, about Cali.â Mayo smiles and tilts his head suggestively, and the air is filled with a dangerous sense of provocation, dancing on the edge of offensiveness. âPeople have been talking, but who knows better than you? You are the one with the relationship.â
The words are spoken in a gentle, teasing tone, almost warm, yet Amado feels himself freeze, muscles tensing up instinctively like heâs about to enter a shootout.
He bites out the word in a flat tone. âRelationship?â
âYeah? I mean, weâre all transporting their products, but you are the only one they have a close relationship with. Everyone knows that.â
Amado slowly leans closer, usually that would be a gesture of intimacy between them, but now it only carries threat and pressure. âWhat are you trying to say, Mayo?â
âThat theyâre getting out of the business?â Mayo shrugs and picks up the beer bottle again, casually taking another sip, and just like that, the air is again filled with a relaxed atmosphere. âTheyâre your supply, and right now my supply is you, so I need to know if thatâs true.â
Amado stares into Mayoâs eyes, hoping to see something in the other manâs eyes that can give him away: nervousness, challenge or even smugness, but thereâs nothing besides curiosity, as if that provocative stare earlier only existed in Amadoâs imaginations.
Mayo silently holds his gaze, completely chill like he has nothing to hide, and if Amado knows anything about the man, is that he can maintain that pretense for as long as he wants.
Amado sighs and leans back into his chair. âItâs true.â
âI see.â Mayo nods, seemingly not surprised at all. âThings are changing fast these days, huh?â
âThey are.â
âWell, guess Iâll get going then, a lot to take care of.â Mayo finishes the beer, grabs his cowboy hat and starts walking away, but then he stops, turning back to Amado again.
âHey you know what? Why donât you fly me back to MazatlĂĄn?â
ââŠWhat?â
âYouâve been on all my boats, but Iâve never been on one of your planes.â Mayo leans sideways on a wall, a pretty clear gesture to show heâs not leaving until he gets what he wants. âThat doesnât sound fair, does it?â
Itâs a silly question. Since when is fairness ever a consideration in their business? But this isnât a business request.
This entire meeting has little to do with business.
*
Mayo doesnât hide his surprise and confusion when they get out of the car at the end of a dirt road, surrounded by sparse desert plants.
âWhat, didnât meet your expectations?â Amado feels the corners of his mouth curving up as he leads them through a narrow path into an open area covered by bushes and large stones, where a few small but efficient planes are hidden. If he has a choice, he rather spends more time here, out in an open field with his planes. He can fly away anytime, get up there in the sky and let everything fade away. How nice would that be?
âMaybe? I thought it would be fancier, you know, like your house.â
Amado snorts, âIâm sure the DEA would love that too.â
âFair enough, so which oneâs your favorite?â
âNone of them. My favorite one, she is a bit too old to fly now.â Amado answers truthfully. Thereâs no need for tests and games now. This is the last time.
âI get it. Itâs like your first love, never easy to let go.â Mayo nods, not in a casual, dismissive way, but like he truly understands, and maybe he does. Maybe Mayo also bought his first boat on a payment plan, and kept it running as long as he could.
Amado doesnât know if thatâs really the case because he never asked, and itâs too late to ask now. So he simply walks to a plane and unlocks the door.
Mayo climbs into the co-pilot seat, not hiding his curiosity as he observes the hundreds of buttons on the control panel, and even touches a few without asking. Amadoâs pretty sure Mayo did that just to push his buttons.
âYeah, this is too fucking complicated.â
âTheyâre pretty intuitive once you understand them.â Amado quickly completes the checklist before taking off. Itâs like muscle memory to him now. âI like it more than driving.â
âOh Iâm sure! At least thereâs no traffic up there.â Mayo laughs, and it sounds no different than their countless previous encounters. Amado swallows down the uncomfortable sourness in his chest, silently moving the plane to the runway.
âPut your headset on.â
âYes sir.â The teasing voice comes out of his own headset and it makes his neck tingle. It sounds too close, like a whisper right into his ear.
The runway looks unimpressive but itâs very well maintained. Within a minute, theyâre smoothly going up in the air.
Once they reach a stable attitude, he immediately hears Mayoâs voice coming from the headset again. âSo how good of a pilot are you?â
Amado scoffs, âwhat do you think?â
âI donât know, maybe youâve gotten rusty? Itâs not like you need to transport your own cargo these days.â
Amado rolls his eyes. âIf youâre challenging me to do tricks in the air, itâs not fucking happening.â
âWhat? No! Why would IâŠâ Mayo bursts out laughing, âI have something else in mind.â
âNo.â Amado hears the word coming out of his own mouth before Mayoâs hand reaches his thigh.
âWhy not?â
âDo you want to die?â
âI thought you were a good pilot.â The hand slowly moves closer, skillful fingers closing around his belt buckle, âa very good one.â
âStop it.â
âCalm down. We wonât be landing in a while, right? Iâm not a pilot but I know this is the easy part.â His belt buckle opens with a click. He didnât actually hear it with his headset on, but somehow he felt the sound.
Mayo was right. Thereâs not much to do until he starts the landing process. Sure, itâs still reckless to get a handjob while flying, but thatâs not why he canât do it.
Heâs already enjoying everything too much as it is.
âMayo, stop it right now.â He says that in the most threatening tone he can manage at the moment, but even he can hear the subtle shakiness.
He hears a scoff, and then his zipper opens. âI donât think you mean that.â
Soft fingertips meet his growing desire, and thereâs no way to explain, nowhere to hide.
No. This is not happening.
He grabs Mayoâs hand, yanks it out of his pants and throws it to the other side of the cockpit like a piece of hot metal.
Amado hears a loud bang, and from the side vision, he sees Mayoâs body tense up at the impact. He expects a painful groan, but no sound is coming through his headset.
He sighs and turns to look. Mayoâs balling his left hand into a fist. It looks red with a few small cuts. Maybe it hit an uneven surface on the control panel.
Mayo silently looks up and meets his gaze, and for the first time, he sees a crack of that seemingly undisturbable front. He sees rage, raw and uncontrolled, natural. If Amado werenât still controlling the plane, he would definitely be punched in the face now.
âDid anything break?â
âNo.â
âOk.â
He wants to say more, maybe even apologize, but then decides against it. He wishes he could do something without much talking, like offering an ice pack. Then he remembers he can actually do that.
âThereâs a first aid box at the back if you need it.â
âOk.â Mayo says, but doesnât go get it.
They spend the rest of the flight in complete silence. When theyâre approaching MazatlĂĄn, Amado nearly makes a comment on how beautiful the sea is, just a natural reaction, but then he bites his lips and swallows the words back.
The landing is as smooth as the take off. Amado turns off the engine, and suddenly all background noise disappears.
Mayo gives him one last look, neither hostile or friendly, just acknowledging his existence.
âIt was a good ride, for as long as it lasted.â
Then he opens the door and steps off. Amado watches him walk away. He thought it would feel different, more significant in a way, but itâs not. Itâs just a walk, probably a regular occurance for Mayo, walking away from someone, forgetting everything they offered and didnât offer, and just like that, simply onto the next journey.
Always better to be my own boss.
Heâs a man of his words, and Amado respects that.
*
It takes another three weeks to get everything ready: house, money, securities, the exact plane he needs to fly. He thought about every possible way that things could go wrong and how to counter each scenario. Itâs the best plan he could come up with, and if that doesnât workâŠwell, thereâs an end to everything.
Itâs 6 pm in the evening. Amado sits alone on the grand staircase, looking down at the luxurious living room. He once overheard a maid telling a gardener the sunset looked gorgeous from the floor to ceiling window in this living room. He didnât pay much attention, pretty much forgot about it right after. But just earlier today it suddenly came back to him, because he wanted to watch the beautiful sunset from his home at least once.
In two days, he will be gone.
He slowly sips a glass of whiskey, watching the sky get darker. Maybe heâs supposed to feel some kind of tranquility. Things might not go as planned tomorrow, he knows that and has made peace with it more or less. Whatever happens, heâs had an exciting life, more exciting than most.
Still, he canât shake the restless feeling in his chest, and deep down he knows why. Itâs been there since his last trip to MazatlĂĄn.
Mayo might have gotten the closure he wanted, but Amado hasnât.
Heâs been telling himself it doesnât matter either way, but thatâs a lie. Heâs never been someone to leave a loose end of any kind. Heâs never been a coward since he got into this business, and heâs certainly not going to be one at the end of it.
Amado gets up from the stairs, grabs a jacket and walks out of the door.
*
Itâs already pitch dark when he gets to MazatlĂĄn, completely alone. Ironically, that reminds him of their first few encounters, always in the darkness that hides them from everyone else, as well as themselves.
He knows where Mayo lives. Heâs known it for a very long time, but never had a reason to visit without an invitation, until now.
The guards by the door look equally perplexed and scared, and Amado wonders if their patrĂłn ever informed them of this possibility, if Mayo ever expected him to intrude.
The door opens after several minutes, and through some complicated corridors, heâs led to a cozy room that looks like a study. The light is dim and intimate, the armchair feels soft. Everything here is screaming for something to happen, except the owner himself.
âWhat a big surprise.â Mayo gives him a smile across from the large wooden desk, appropriate and polite.
âI hope you donât mind.â
âDoes it matter if I do?â
Amado looks away for a second. âMaybe not.â Itâs true. Once heâs gone it wouldnât matter.
âSo? This must be something important.â
âNo, nothingâs wrong. Itâs justâŠI didnât make it clear last time.â He takes a deep breath, and then slowly exhales. âI told you about the supply, butâŠâ
He stops mid-sentence. Heâs practiced this over a hundred times in his head on the way here, but there is no other way to say Iâm disappearing for good without actually saying it.
âYou wonât see or hear from me again,â he ends up saying. Itâs the closest to truth he can afford to share, âfor quite a while.â
âI see.â Thereâs a second of surprise on Mayoâs face, but he immediately looks away to hide it. Then itâs completely gone when their eyes meet again. âMaybe laying low for a while isnât a bad idea, considering all thatâs happening.â
Part of Amado wishes Mayo to say something else, to give a hint that he knows whatâs really happening, so there is at least one person in the world that understands.
But why should Mayo understand? Itâs not like he knows much about Mayo either. Amado looks at the artworks and books on the shelf behind the desk. Are they just decorations or do they have more meanings? He doesnât know, does he?
âYouâre gonna be ok? With supply and everything?â
Mayo chuckles, relaxed and genuine just like the good old times. âYou know me, Amado.â
âYeah. Always been your own boss, right?â
He feels the smile on his own face as they look at each other. There is no tension or sorrow, just a peacefulness that makes his stomach warm.
âOh, I almost forgot! Since youâre hereâŠâ Mayo opens a drawer and takes out a small box. âI wanted to give it to you last time when you flew me back, but you know, plans change.â
Itâs not wrapped or decorated in any way, just a plain black box. He gives Mayo a questioning look, but the other man just shrugs, so he opens it.
Itâs a small sculpture of a boat, not like the ones Mayo uses to transport shrimp and coke, but a dreamy sailboat with exquisite pink and golden patterns, like something that belongs to a princess in fairy tales. Under the boat, white waves are curling on the crystal blue ocean, but they also look like sky and clouds.
And on the boat is a dark-haired little girl in a long white dress. Her eyes are closed and her lips are tilted up into a sweet smile. Sheâs holding a bible to her chest, a cross dangling from her neck.
Right below where the girl is standing, on the side of the boat, it writes Anna.
Amado opens his mouth to say something, but he feels his throat close up. Suddenly itâs hard to make a sound or even breathe.
âAt first I wanted to make a plane that takes her to heaven, but then I figured it might be too modern for God.â He hears Mayo speaking again. Maybe heâs been silent for too long, but his brain canât even register the words heâs hearing. âI mean, the ark was a boat, right?â
âIâŠâ He tries to speak again, and his voice comes out hoarse and strained. âI donât know what to say.â
âHey, itâs ok, really!â Now somehow Mayo also seems to be panicking a little, which is almost a miracle. âItâs not like I made it myself. I just paid someone to do it and itâs not even expensive.â
Amado traces the word Anna with his fingertips, feeling the delicate design. All of a sudden a trigger in his brain is flipped, releasing a piece of memory, with Pachoâs voice echoing in his ears.
You will find someone.
He already has, when he wasnât even looking.
He was just fucking blind.
He reaches over and grabs Mayoâs hand.
âCome with me.â
ââŠWhat? To where?â
âIâm not laying low for a while. Iâm leaving, forever, in two days.â
âOh! OkâŠthatâsâŠâ So many turbulent emotions flash through Mayoâs face, and Amado has never seen something more vivid, more real. âAnd you saidâŠWhat are you asking exactly?!â
âI know I should have said something sooner, way sooner, but itâs now or never.â Amado feels the hand under his palm tense up, so he rubs circles on the skin soothingly. âAnd I donât want it to be never.â
âYouâŠâ Mayo stares at him completely dumbfounded, speechless. Maybe he deserves some kind of award just for that. âYou canât be serious.â
âI am. Look, just think about it. How long are you gonna keep doing this? And whatâs your end goal? To make bigger numbers than me? Than Cali? Escobar?â
âThatâs none of your business.â
âI know, Iâm notâŠâ He feels Mayo trying to pull the hand away, so he lets it go out of respect. âYouâre right. Thatâs none of my business, but I know one thing.â
He looks around the room at the tasteful decorations representing their ownerâs wealth. âAll these⊠Theyâll be gone when the end catches up, one way or another.â
âYou think I donât know that?â
âYou know, but no one really wants that, not even you.â Amado leans forward and puts both of his hands on the desk. âFor the longest time I also thought I was fine with it, but no one wants to be alone.â
Mayo remains quiet and expressionless for a while, and Amado waits patiently, more than willing to give him the time. But then his entire figure hardens. âSo thatâs what this is all about.â
Amado senses something is terribly wrong, but he doesnât know what. âWhat do you mean?â
âWell letâs see, where do I begin? The government was onto you, you lost your supply and your Colombian boyfriend dumped you. So you came up with an escape plan, which was a pretty good idea. But when the 48 hour count down began, you had some kind ofâŠfucking existential crisis, so you came here to grab the first person you could think of, to bring them like a bag of cash.â
âWhat?! No! How did you evenâŠâ
âNo? Really?!â Mayo abruptly stands up and bangs on the desk with both hands, so hard that he feels the floor vibrate a little.
Amado leans back into his chair out of sheer instinct. Heâs not frightened by the outburst, but he is genuinely, wholeheartedly in shock.
Mayo glances at the door and lowers his voice, but the menace it carries only increases. âTell me again, when are you leaving?â
âIn two days?â
âHow long did it take for you to prepare?â
ââŠSeveral months.â
âAnd how long have we known each other?â
He looks up to meet Mayoâs eyes again, and he sees it, the thick layer of pain shadowing all the anger.
Mayo balls both hands into fists, slightly trembling with tension. Under the table, Amado holds the sculpture tightly, its hard edges digging into his palm. It hurts.
Maybe Mayo should have just punched him last time on the plane after they landed. He would have deserved it, and Mayo could have saved himself some trouble.
But nothing happens, just like nothing happened last time. Eventually Mayo lets out a long sigh and sits back down.
âI hope you can get away, and Iâm not telling this to anyone.â Mayo takes out a cigarette and lights it, taking a long drag. âBut get the fuck out of my house.â
Amado feels his body burning, but thereâs also a scary numbness, like his brain literally just overheated his entire body because it couldnât handle everything that was going on.
He swallows and puts his hands on the armrests, bracing himself to stand up, then turns around to walk away.
âIâm sorry.â He says, when he reaches the door. The words came out on their own, surprising himself. He turns around, truly one last time.
âIâm sorry. I mean it.â
âI said get out.â
*
Amado spends the next two days in autopilot mode. He already knows everything that needs to be done, so he just does them, but it feels more like accomplishing a preassigned task rather than going to his freedom. He doesnât know what happens after, and he barely made sense of what happened before, so he is simply going to execute the plan. Itâs his only option now.
He hugs his brother one last time when they get to the deserted secret airport, watching the car drive away. Then he just stands there by himself for a few minutes, registering the fact that this is really happening. Then he starts to move his luggage into the plane. There are quite a few bags, understandably, so it will take him several trips.
When heâs about to walk out of the plane to grab the last two duffel bags, he hears a car coming. Silently cursing, Amado takes out his gun and takes cover inside the plane, peeking out of a window.
The person walks out of the car.
His breath hitches.
Amado slowly walks down the air stair, pistol pointing at the ground. âYouâre not here to shoot me, right?â Itâs meant to be a joke, but he canât rule that out completely based on their last meeting.
âHonestly? I considered it.â Mayo leans back on the car and crosses his arm, âbut that doesnât fit my best interest.â
âHow did you even find me?â
âYou brought me here once. Did you forget that too?â
He doesnât respond, and doesnât need to. They both know that doesnât answer the question.
âI saw the news for the last two days. Theyâve been seizing your large hangers, thinking theyâve got you pinned down. But I thought hey, maybe that was the plan, a well timed distraction.â Mayo shrugs, âBelieve it or not, it was a blind guess, just good luck.â
Amado turns the safety back on and tucks the gun away. This isnât luck. Mayo knows him, more than either of them is willing to admit.
âAlright, say I believe that.â He takes a few steps closer tentatively. âWhy are you here?â
âI thought about what you said. Most of it was fucking bullshit, but you did have one good point.â
âYeah? Whatâs that?â Amado adjusts his jacket. All of a sudden heâs feeling the chilliness of the evening breeze, like his body is coming out of the robotic state.
âI donât want to wait for the end to catch up, and if Iâm being honest, with how things are going these days? When the time comes for me I might not have a plan better than this one that you spent months working on, whatever it is.â
Mayo walks to the back of the car and opens the truck, revealing several large bags.
âSo Iâm taking advantage of this good chance right now.â
âSoâŠyouâre basically using me.â Thereâs a subtle sourness in his chest, but he knows heâs smiling.
âWell, you used me first for a fucking long time, so now itâs my turn.â
Amado walks over and helps him take out two bags. His own luggage on the ground can wait a little.
âThen letâs call it even?â
âI donât know, depends on where weâre going.â
âChile.â
Mayo thinks about it, and then smiles.
âDeal.â
*
âWe also need to hide your car.â Amado says, after they moved everything into the plane.
âDonât worry about it, JosĂ© will take care of it later.â Mayo waves him off, âI do have some plans, you know?â
âWaitâŠJosĂ©? JosĂ© the restaurant guy?!â
Mayo pauses for several seconds, and then bursts out laughing. âRight, I never told you!â
âNever told me what?â
Mayo pats him on the shoulder, with that exact same casual playfulness as before. The only difference is this time Mayo lets the touch linger there.
âIâll tell you everything later. Weâve got time.â
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Oh no babe I hope you feel okay ! When i had covid i legit thought i was gonna die like i kept passing out and shit đ but i know Eddie would be the most chaotic yet sweet caretaker when your sick sjsjdj đ„°
Also for part 2 i think the revenge thing is super cool ! Like Billy trying to manipulate you back and Eddieâs just like you better back the fuck up or you get smacked the fuck up wjwjdjdj he would be mad as shit because you are literally his little angel whoâs always sweet to him so thinking that Billy took advantage of you just make him go feral
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STRAWBERRY ANON YOU'RE BACK đ„șđ„șđ„ș aw ty love yeah my worst covid symptoms occurred on like the first day or two but rn I feel pretty good - minus a sore throat and slight stuffy nose.
omfg yes - Eddie would 100% cancel plans to care for you if you're sick but he'd also almost burn the kitchen down while trying to make tea and would have a medicine box where he lowkey mixed up all the pills. Like:
Eddie: "Take this, babe." You, dying on the couch: "Is it ibruprofen?" Eddie, confused: "Shit, no clue. Maybe. Does it matter? Don't they all do the same thing?" You, cautiously eyeing the white pill: "This better not get me high."
sksks you'd probably need Nancy or Steve on speed dial so you can have a responsible & logical adult make sure you're still alive.
Ahhh as per part two ideas... hm I like that idea too - I was kinda leaning towards a Billy fucking with reader and trying to "seduce" her back to him and miserably failing and maybe through out the process ofc we get protective!Eddie and reader standing up for herself for once and Billy realizes he *may* have feelings for her after all. Just buried under layers and layers of ego and feigned ignorance.
IDK JUST A THOUGHT HONESTLY IDK THE PRESSURE TO WRITE AN EQUALLY GOOD FIC FOR THE SEQUEL IS ON!!!
#summer answers asks#summer has covid and she is doing pretty well but the first day or two was p brutal
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
Got tagged by the fantastic @wykart ahh thank you for the tag!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
32, most of which are Doctor Who!
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
859,228!! (but it's gonna keep climbing until I finish posting part 6 of campervan sksk)
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Pretty much just Doctor Who right now, but I have posted fics for Stargate Universe, Marvel and The Greatest Showman. And then I have written for other fandoms - most notably Venom, which I never posted anything for but I did get 40k into a multichapter one time.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
In this order: Liminality, Tropospheric Disturbance, campervan part 1, watchfires and Renegades in the Ring (my TGS fic that I never finished, rip in pieces)
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I always try and respond to comments!! Mostly because I love talking about my fics and also don't know when to shut up hahaha - but I also have some absolutely fantastic commenters who have such interesting things to say! And also like, idk I really appreciate people taking the time to comment, so I reckon it's polite to say thank you at least. The only time I don't reply to comments, mostly, is if it's a REALLY long comment and I just don't have the energy rip (but when that happens I definitely read and cherish the comment dearly haha)
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh. MOST OF THEM RIP. I'm genuinely not sure because I always try and end my fics on a vaguely uplifting note. Maybe Campervan Part 4, simply because of all the uni-era angst? But tbh the ending of Part 6 is definitely a contender, now I think about it. Canon-fic wise, though.......hmm I think it's got to be notches in your spine, since that ends with the Doctor just straight up leaving the Master without warning sksksk
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Hm. I think I'm gonna go with In the Wind for this one, which is hilarious since I wrote it THREE YEARS AGO, but it's a multi-chapter mid-series adventure that rounds itself off in a satisfying way, with everything being resolved nicely, so I think that's a decent contender!
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Hm, no, other than people complaining about the show in an attempt to compliment my writing, but that's stopped for the most part since I got annoyed about it in my author's notes one time ksksks. I did get a weird comment recently that started out very complimentary but then turned really weird in a pretty upsetting way (and, frankly, it would have been very triggering if that sort of topic had been something that was something that affected me a lot? Luckily it wasn't, but the commenter did NOT know that). So I just deleted the comment because I didn't want that sort of thing in my comment section, especially when I know other readers comment lurk.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
No I'm sex-repulsed lol
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
I wrote a crossover that was The Greatest Showman crossed with the X-Men Comics one time SKSKSKSKSK (and it was specifically the comics not the films, I did so much research on historical terminology for mutants HAHA) which was actually SO much fun - I never finished it, but I do think back on it very fondly. But I'd class that as more of an 'x-men au' rather than a crossover tbh, bc it was wholly focused on the TGS characters.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not to my knowledge!
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
I don't believe so
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yes! We never finished it LOL
14. What's your all-time favourite ship?
Currently spydoc, but this will probably change. I have a MASSIVE soft spot for rush/young from sgu, clintasha from the MCU, newt/hermann from PacRim, and symbrock from Venom.
15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
Hmmmm there's a bunch, but probably The Grandfather Paradox? I genuinely love that one so much. But who knows, maybe one day. I feel like it would make a great pitch for a Big Finish audio sksk. Oh, and Deathless will probably never happen. I'm not going to put Trestle on this list because I am SO DETERMINED to finish it some day HAHAH. Oh - and I don't think I'll ever finished Trouble With Entropy, which was my unfinished Venom fic, or Renegades (aforementioned TGS fic) even though I love them a lot, it's just....very unlikely at this point rip.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Going off what other people have said to me, I'm good at creative immersive worlds! Which is mostly because I really want my stories to feel 'lived in', so to speak, and broader than what you actually see in the immediate plot. I think I'm also pretty good at pacing, and also writing narrative prose with a character voice! The latter one I definitely pushed myself with when writing part 6 of campervan, as well as my recent doctormaster oneshot, where I had to weave together both the doctor AND the master's characterisation into one seamless pov
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
I definitely worry too much about making sure the reader DEFINITELY gets what I'm trying to say, and so sometimes I'm repetitive and I hammer things home a bit that can be more subtle. I also think that sometimes I can be a bit repetitive in my longer fics where I know a gap needs to be filled but I'm not sure with what sksksks. There are other things too. I definitely struggle writing shorter things and getting to the point and TRUSTING that the reader will come with me. I often feel this urge to make sure all the steps are there for the reader to follow where I want them to go.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
Oooh so I actually did this in campervan part 5 with Gabriela and Jamila speaking a bit of Portuguese! And I think there's like, obviously nuance to it, but when I had the pov characters who understood portuguese (namely Jamila in the prologue), I had the dialogue in portuguese, but the translation in the prose, either literally just next to the dialogue or explained in the narration by Jamila. But then in later chapters, when Yaz is trying to talk to Gabriela, because Gabriela is upset she's occasionally saying things in Portuguese....but Yaz doesn't understand them. So they don't get translated. And so I think that works for the story in that context, bc what Gabriela actually SAYS is less important and it's more showing the emotion of it. Another case I can think of was in Force Over Distance by cleanwhiteroom who wrote a LOT of ancient into the fic (which is basically latin) and when it was on ao3 there was this sort of 'hover to translate' thing which worked REALLY WELL, bc the translation was there but it didn't disrupt the flow of the fic.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Okay so I wanna know what counts here - if it's like, the first fic i POSTED, then that's Marvel (specifically the Avengers). If it's the first fic I wrote when I actually understood what 'fandom' was, then...I think that was also Avengers....or maybe BBC Sherlock. If it's the first thing I actually WROTE DOWN properly, then it was Doctor Who (specifically Ten and Rose and my oc companion sksk). If it was the first thing I played with creatively for media that wasn't my own...then that was probably me coming up with elaborate ocs out of two unicorns on the credits for the My Little Pony vhs tape we had SKSKSKSK SO. I don't know. One or all of those.
20. Favourite fic you've ever written?
Oh this is hard because I'm proud of a lot of what I've written. My gut reaction at the moment is actually Trestle, even though it's unfinished and no one has read it HAHAH but I'm just so proud of some of the writing in that so far. And I'm extremely proud of Campervan AU as a whole entity. However I do really really love see me bare my teeth for you - which I actually forget about a LOT because it's not one of my thoschei fics sksksk. But I'm super proud of how that one turned out. And then also and they did live by watchfires because that one just has such a special place in my heart.
THANKS FOR THE TAG LIV!!! I'm gonna tag hmmmmmmm @sunshinedaysforever @taardisblue @novantinuum @emptyofdust @strikingtwelves @walker-lister aaaaah basically anyone else that wants to do this! :D
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okay but in the metal au - it would take so long for max to trust Daniel enough to actually let him see the whole metal arm/ the metal parts on his torso? like -- them sharing beds and stuff and max always wears big shirts that hide his modified parts bc Dan already has to see the arm, and Max doesn't want him to see the parts in his shoulder and chest and stomach (back too?) so he makes sure it's never visible to Dan.
And dan always tries to tell Max that he really doesn't care, he cares about max, modified or not - maybe one night dan kisses him all softly, trying to slowly tug up the shirt because he wants to show max how much he loves all of him - and Max just suddenly realizes it too late for his liking (distracted by that skillful tongue of daniel's mhmm) and panics, shoving Daniel off of him, accidently too harshly and it's just - angst sksk
It takes a lot, but at some point max trusts Daniel so much and he loves him so much and he just - is in bed before Daniel, and it's super late. Daniel doesn't turn the lights on or anything, just crawls into the bed and slots himself in behind max who lies on his side so the modified one is the one on the 'upper side' - and he normally doesn't do that, he always lies in a way so when Daniel hugs him from behind he doesn't feel the metal that much. And Dan doesn't think of it as anything, yk, not that many thoughts up there when he is sleepy, and wraps his arms around Max's waist and presses a kiss to his shoulder - and suddenly realizes that -- he just kissed... cold metal? And max would be all tense, waiting for Daniel to do or say something, and when he finally opens his eyes to glance over his shoulder Daniel is just smiling so widely, pressing max even closer and kissing his shoulder again and although max can't feel it, his heart might explode from love (and dan probably worships max's body in the morning) đ„ș
Oh yes totally! The metal hand and arm is hard to hide but Max is so insecure about the metal over his chest, stomach and back as well...
And it already took so much for him to allow Dan to hold his hand, or to touch Dan with his metal fingers but it's just too much to have Dan see his full torso.
Dan doesn't give 2 shits about the metal and just loves Max, and wants to show it but Max doesn't let him close enough and always flees when Dan and him are making out and Dan's hands wander to down too much.
The angst of he pushes Dan off but in his panic uses his metal arm and Dan is just flung of the bedđ„ș Max would feel horrible and just so sick but Dan instantly clambers up again and places his hands on Max's cheek and his holds him until Max calms đ„șđ„ș
Ofc sleepy Dan would be clueless and just wanting to cuddle and when he feels the metal under his hands and under his lips he is just in awe. And Max is just so scared that Dan will be disgusted but Dan just smiles and presses little kisses all over Max's back and shoulder before gently rolling him over and doing the same on Max's chest đ„șđ„ș
Maybe Max shyly asking him to kiss him just where metal meets his skin so he can feel it better and he is just shivering and close to crying happy tears the whole time.
Also Dan would definitely make a point of always holding Max's metal hand in public đ„ș
(Also nnggg little Lando being intend on being friends with Max)
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Okay I feel like this is going to be a long one, so i'll go ahead and turn my response into an incoherent list of observations, answers to questions or statements that probably don't require them, or to no question or statement in particular and maybe even an incidental unrelated fact or opinion:
Yes, it does suck, but also I decided to use a grater to make thin little flakes of chocolate just for the flavour.
Sucks you can't eat chocolate, are you lactose intolerant?Â
Commas are, indeed, very important. Did you know they use commas in musical notation to tell singers when to breathe?
Related to that, singing lessons (or even singing in a choir or something similar) could help with your reading aloud and breathing issues for sure. Although I don't know if you have any singing experience so I'd understand if that's not your thing. I wish it would be everyone's thing though.
Just to throw in a completely random fact, as I am not about to jeopardise the promised incoherence of this list: In medieval times red hair was believed to be a sign of beastly sexual desire and moral degeneration. I assume by your blogname you too are a redhead. I read this today and thought it was wild.
Aching muscles are a sign of hard work, so good job, although it is very important to rest said limbs!
Great job for still going out and facing things you get anxious about, I imagine thats not an easy thing for you. I also hope you have help and/or coping mechanisms to deal with the anxiety you're experiencing.
You're description of the "heartbreak angst fic" is (probably intentionally) quite vague, but I can make out several points.Â
I get not wanting big time jumps, although it could be fun to make a jump and then have R reflect what happened in between those moments in time. Could be a tad chaotic, but then again, you know me.Â
R crossing paths with their ex sounds rather angsty, so my answer to that is: yes please.
Have you already thought out part 4 completely? I guess (without any context) I'd end exactly where part 4 takes off, but very open. A cliffhanger of sorts, without falling into too much of a cliché ending.
I'm sorry if my answer is too long to post. Although we were going to stop apologising for rambling so scratch this.
Sending you all the love my friend (can I call you my friend now?),
-Chaotic Anon
it's the way i read this, processed some answers but ended up having a nap, then dinner and i just- wow suddenly it's half an hour to midnight...
i can eat chocolate, it's just when i'm stressed my jaw and teeth hate me and it makes biting solid foods a bit grimace-y, y'know, i love chocolate, just not gooey stuff like gooey caramel stuff, don't like goop, it's a texture no no for me sksks
i did not, music was one of the very much underfunded classes when i was in school, before they started cutting hours subjects to make more room for maths, english and sciences. my confidence is on the floor with speaking, singing is... i can hum, humming is better for me, my friend liked my humming once.
yeah, i'm a natural redhead, which means that i need more anaesthetic if i go for any medical procedure (there's research to back it up, we're hard to knock out) and i think only 2% of the planet have red hair, so i stick out like a sore thumb and red heads are barely anyone's type unless it comes to Natasha Romanoff from Marvel, so that's fun... times change sksks
yeah we had to demonstrate that we could do cpr on a dummy for a minute, i fell over trying to stand up after, so that was great too.
my coping mechanisms for my anxiety are messy and depend on why i am anxious, but my psychology degree plus the cbt i've had in the past mean that i am super aware of my thought processes, but it's hard to stop my body from freaking out e.g. racing heart, clenching my jaw in my sleep... when i can sleep, etc
yeah i forgot the name of the fic, is Secret Love Song, my recent one, i have part 2 down, part 3 just feels stuck because i don't know where to end it, or when to post part 2, but R's development in part 2 and part 3 is key to the endings and I just... i'm stuck. also the only way R would cross paths with their ex is the ballon d'or ceremony... and i don't even know where to go with that, so... yeah...
no worries about longetivity, my fics have been in the 5k+ range before so... i have no shame sksks
sure, sure, if you want to be internet friends red haired anxious pineapple such as myselfđ
đ€ you don't have to be though.
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Nuâest - Baekho A-Z
âI knowww youâre in hiatus but would you consider a Baekho A-Z ??? Your last couple asks have me thinking frâ
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A - Aftercare
Boy gets so cuddly afterwards, he just wants to lay together until the end of time lmao, so itâll probably take him a minute to even think about aftercare. But heâll probably run a bath or shower for you
B - Body Part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner)
on himself he likes his arms, theyâre big and strong, he loves that he can hold you close to him no matter what position yall are in. On his partner he likes their legs, esp when you wrap them around his waist when heâs on top of you...oof...nice.
C - Cum
Likes the intimacy of cumming inside you, but if thatâs not an option, he likes to cum on either your stomach or your chest. Heâll glance at it for a second, looking super proud, then rush off all bashful and shy to go get a towel lmao
D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)
Sometimes he cries when he cums lol. Not bc he's like overly in his feelings or anything like that, like it's just a reflex that happens sometimes and he has no idea why. He won't be like full on bawling either but like you'll look over at him and just see his eyes all glossy with like a single tear drop on his cheek djdjd
E - Experience
Itâs a tricky one lmao. I feel like heâs just got a natural way with people lol, heâs a pro at wooing anyone. However, he doesnât strike me as much of a one night stand kinda guy. Idk, Iâd say heâs got a fair amount of experience, but from relationships, so like...its moreso, heâs done it a lot, rather than heâs done a lot of different stuff...yknow??
F - Favourite Position
Anything where he can keep your face close to his and maintain close eye contact. He likes being able to whisper sweet nothing's in your ear and kiss you freely whenever he wants
G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous etc)
I wouldn't say he's humorous per se, but he's just smiley and sweet lol. He likes to keep the atmosphere warm and loving, the last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable in his company
H - Hair (how well groomed are they)
Heâs not like, immaculately clean shaven, but heâs not super wild either lol, he keeps it at a middle ground.
I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)
Mans a total romantic, even in times when yall are in a rush and it's just a question of chasing that climax, even then he's just got words of love flowing non stop out of his mouth
J - Jack Off (Masturbation)
Almost every day, if not every day lol. Itâs something he just kinda does without thinking. Like, heâll be in bed, winding down, relaxing...then without knowing it his hand is in his pants lmao
K - Kinks (one of more of their kinks)
Now, this is where it gets a lil controversial lmao. I dont think Baekho is a dom. Not at all. Just bc heâs a big guy doesnât mean heâs dominant lol; Baekho is the truest of switches you could ever see. 100% switch lol. He literally just wants to please, he just wants to make you feel good. As for actual kinks, I dont think he has that many that are that out there. He likes some light marking (giving & receiving), edging (receiving), and maybe a tiny hint of a femdom kink.
L - Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Anywhere where yâall can move about freely, that's literally his only requirement lol. He doesnât wanna be cramped up in a tiny spice, which also means no car sex lol sorry ladsÂ
M - Motivation (What turns them on)
One of the easiest men to rile up on the planet lol. Three things that get Dongho all hot and flustered lol:
1. tell him how much you love his body. (bonus points if you tell him how hot he looks working out and that you appreciate how hard he works for his body lol)
2. Show the tiniest bit of skin, he loves it when you wear a shirt that sits a tiny bit higher than usual and he can see your lower stomach when you move.
3. Literally just hold his gaze for 0.5 seconds longer than usual lol
N - NO (something they won't do, turn offs)
I feel like literally the only thing heâs unwavering on is his stance on three(or more)somes. Heâs really not a sharing kinda guy. He doesn't wanna bring someone else in and potentially mess up yâalls dynamic. Itâs something he cant even bear thinking about.
O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
He can be a bit relentless when it come to giving lol, he'll hold your hips down with all his strength as he just totally feasts on your core. Deliberately makes the most lewd noises tryna get you to blush.
When receiving, boy he is LOUD, he'll be talking you through it like "fuuuuuuck yes baby, I know your throat can take all of me" "your pretty lips take me so well" he'll grab your hair and hold your head still as he cums, gets the fattest smirk on his face is he sees his load dripping out the sides of your mouth too,,,,,ooof. But then once again, he'll get all shy and bashful afterwards lol like he can't believe what he just said to you didjdjd
P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc)
I don't really think he has any set pace lol it can vary every time. I feel like it'd depend on the vibe of the day, like, if it's been a while and he's missed you beyond belief then it'd be much more slower and sensual. But if it's like,,,gotta chase that nut, then he can get pretty fast. I don't think he'd ever cross over into being rough, but his thrusts can get like, firm and...sharp lmao
Q - Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)
Yes yes yes. Loves them. They usually tend to be a lot more giggly and fun than regular full sessions too lol
R - Risk (are they down to experiment, do they take risks?)
Eeeeeeh, a little bit. He's a bit of a baby in terms of pain so I feel like anything that could maybe hurt, even if it's something as simple as spanking or light restraints, could take a little convincing lol. He is definitely down...mans just needs reassuring he won't like die lol
S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go, how long do they last? etc)
I mean, heâs a healthy guy lol, heâs gonna have super good stamina. I feel like thereâd be literally no stopping him, he can go for however long you need him too. You might wanna get as much as you can out of him though bc once he's done, he's done for the night lmao
T - Toy (do they own toys do they use them on a partner or on themselves?)
He doesnât own any himself, but thatâs not to say heâs not open to experimenting with any. He just wont do it of his own volition lol. Hes thought about getting some numerous times though but he just doesn't wanna be the one to bring it up
U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Not really a fan, he just doesnât understand it lol. Heâs not big on teasing or being teased; he's not good at holding back when he's the one *trying* to tease you, and he gets so so fidgety and antsy when being teased lol. Heâd much rather just get to the main event lmao
V - Volume (how loud are they, what type of sounds they make)
Lots of loud sighs and choked out groans. He can get quite high pitched, which heâs honestly a little embarrassed of lol. He gets louder slowly the closer he gets to climax, heâll attach his mouth to your neck as he starts to get louder; tryna muffle any sounds bc he doesn't wanna hear himself like that lmao
W - Wild Card (a random headcannon)
Okay. This is where this whole thing started lol. Baekho is not a dom, heâs also not a sub either. BUT, he getâs so unbelievably turned on by watching you take control. Like he just thinks you have this aura to you when youâre the one pinning him down and getting what you want from him. Itâs literally the only time he ever enjoys edging too; he'd never do it to himself, nor does he do it to you, but for some reason having you edge him, having himself be totally at your mercy is just...omg
X - X-ray (what's going on inside those pants)
Average/maybe a tiiiny bit below average in terms of length, but pretty veiny and heâs got some nice girth lol
Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive)
I feel like itâs either one extreme or the other lol. Itâs either he canât keep his hands off you at all for days on end, or heâs just busy occupied with other stuff and his mind doesnt even go in that direction...thereâs no way of knowing sksks
Z - Zzz... (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
As long as he's happy that you're both fully satisfied, he'll be out like a light almost instantly lmao
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