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[moonpedri]

game over.

summary: meeting your ex at your friend's birthday party was the last thing you wanted, yet you somehow couldn't stay away from him.

pairing: pedri x reader

genre: fluff (sort of?), suggestive

warnings: none really, just a bit of toxic/fuckboy!pedri, making out

word count: 2.2k

a/n: this is my first fic i ever published. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I did writing!! <3 (not proof-read)

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The music around you is loud, blaring through the speakers. The people in front of you dance to their hearts content, watching them as you sit on the sofa somewhere in the corner of the room. You lean back and laugh at the birthday boy in the middle of it all, moving like rent was due tomorrow morning.

Sira joins in at her boyfriend's antics.

Tonight was Ferran's birthday. And as with every birthday of his, he liked to go all out. Especially with the house parties. Especially especially because it was his first one in Barcelona, having spent the last one in Manchester. He was happy to be back in Spain and more so to play for one of the biggest clubs in the world.

It has always been a childhood dream of his and by extent yours too. The two of you grew up together in Valencia and always dreamed of living in the big city up north. You for your studies and him for the football. You managed to leave first, enrolling into the University of Barcelona. Ferran took a little detour to England before joining you 2 years later. It was one of the best news you have ever received.

Both you and Sira helped preparing this party and you are happy that so far everything went well. You still aren't sure how Ferran knew so many people in the short time he has been here in Barcelona but the house is filled up to the last bit - which worried you at first but, oh well.

It wasn't up to the ideal athlete lifestyle either, but who followed that nowadays anyways? It was his birthday and they don't have any important games in the next few days. Though maybe training's going to be a pain in the ass tomorrow, but that didn't have anything to do with you.

You focus on the crowd in front of you again.

Next to Ferran is another figure, one that was quite familiar to you. You two lock eyes for a split second before you turn your head away. Displeased, you take a sip of your drink.

Sira, who noticed immediately, looks at you with a smirk on her lips. "Have you still not talked it out?"

You sigh, "There is nothing to talk out really."

She hums, "Hm, sure. That's why you two always look like you want to make out and rip each other's throat out at the same time."

"Sounds kinky.", you say, not adding anything more and take another sip. You really didn't want to talk about him. Sira on the other hand suddenly takes great interest in the topic.

"__, come on. This can't go on like this forever. You know what always worked whenever Ferran and I fought? The jealousy card."

You look at her exasperated, "Are you trying to give me relationship advice right now? We didn't fight, we ended things, Sira. I don't want him back."

"Then stop looking at him like every two seconds."

You hadn't even noticed. You groan, "I'm going to get myself another drink." And with that you hurry to the kitchen. Far far away from Sira and her stupid advices. She calls after you, but you ignore her.

Yeah, okay. Maybe you looked at him like what, two times? So what. You haven't seen him in a while, of course you were a bit curious. That was only human, right? After all, you had a right to be curious.

Annoyed that you think about him again, you open the door to the kitchen only to be greeted by the devil himself; and apparently an accomplice of his as well, as some girl was clinging to his arm.

A curse almost leaves your mouth at the sight.

Pedri.

He looks good, he always does. His face was freshly shaved and his dark locks frame his face oh so perfectly. He wore a dark T-Shirt that highlighted his toned upper-body, it was truly unfair how attractive he was right now.

At the sight of you, the blonde girl next to him dugs her long nails deep into his biceps. She is pretty, you notice quickly, which just makes the whole situation worse.

You stand there for second, thinking. As much as you want to, leaving was absolutely not an option. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction. You want Pedri to know that you don't care about him anymore, just like what he said to you all those weeks ago.

So, you straighten your back and squeeze past them and straight towards the fridge. You hear the girl scoff behind you, probably annoyed that you interrupted whatever they planned on doing. Trying to seem unbothered, you open the fridge and lean down to grab one of the energy drinks stored at the bottom. You could have kneeled down too, but maybe you wanted Pedri to see. The dress you wore was short, barely covering your ass. And seeing this girl in his arms, alone in the kitchen, irks you for some reason.

She could never be you, and you wanted to remind Pedri of that.

You could feel his eyes on you, "I know that I was the best thing that probably ever happened to you, and that you miss me, but did you really have to follow me all the way back to the kitchen?", he says and the girl next to him giggles. It makes your blood boil. Who does he think he is?

You turn around, just in time to catch him checking out your ass, and smile at him, "You're so full of yourself, it's actually disgusting, you know?"

He pretends to think, "I've heard those word a few times before, yes. In a different context though."

Oh, how you hate him. You detest him so so much, and yet it makes something churn in your stomach. "I hate you.", is all you say before you leave the kitchen. You believe to hear a "Likewise" leave his mouth. Bastard.

Maybe Sira was right. The jealousy card worked, but not how you wanted to. Not on him, but on you. Somehow the thought of leaving Pedri alone with that blonde bitch irritates you. It enrages something deep within you. And you want to turn the tables.

Without really thinking too much about it, you move your way into the middle of the dance floor, grab some guy's hand and move your hips like you were on the broadway. Like you were Britney fucking Spears.

Two could play this game. You chuck down the last bit of your energy drink and move in-between all these sweaty bodies. It may looked wrong but it felt good to let loose.Lost in both music and thoughts, you suddenly someone bump into you. You recognize the brown locks immediately.

Pablo Gavira. A very close teammate of Pedri and possibly his best friend.

You met him a little bit later than Pedri but nevertheless considered him a pretty good friend of yours - even after everything that happened.

"Oh, sorry- __, hey."

"Hey.", you say and involve him in some small talk. You haven't seen him in quite some time either. Due to the loud noises though, the two of you were forced to talk to each other in close approximity. Not that you complained, he is an attractive guy, you just never saw him that way.

Gavi knew his boundaries, you both knew them. And you don't think he was interested you in that way either. However a little fun never hurt anyone, right?

You tucked Gavi a little closer and moved your hips against his. Your hands hold firmly onto his shoulders and to anyone around you it may have seemed like there was definitely more going on between you two.

To Gavi and you, though, it's nothing. It's fun. If Gavi knows what your true intentions are, he doesn't show it.

You catch movement from the left side of your eye. Pedri and the girl stand in a group of people now, talking and chatting with each other. You recognize Sira and Ferran to be part of them.

Sira spots you first and smiles mischievously. Next to her, Pedri now turns your way as well. He furrows his brow immediately and you look back to Sira, who is signaling something to you. You understand, of course. Giving in into her "advice", you grab around Gavi's neck and push your chest against his. As Gavi's hands wander down slowly, you lean in closer to his face.

But Pablo wasn't stupid. He knew exactly what you were doing. "And here I thought you just wanted to spend some quality time with me.", he whispers into you ear, acting fake-hurt by your actions. You reckon that he is joining in on this little game you are playing, knowingly playing with fire too.

Innocently, you reply, "Am I not?"

"Hm, are you not?", he asks and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You laugh, "Who knows," his hand is now on your lower back, ",but I have to admit you're surprisingly good at this."

"Ah, now you're hurting my feelings for real. Why is that surprising?"

"I don't know, I just didn't expect it I guess. You never gave me an opportunity to think otherwise.", you say and the tips of your noses almost touch.

It was mindless chit-chat really. To anyone looking from outside though, it definitely was not just mindless chit-chat; which is exactly what you wanted. You look over to your left, dark brown eyes boring directly into you. You can't decipher the look on Pedri's face; but it isn't difficult to point out that it's not positive. You grin at him and watch as his jaw clenches.

Right then, Gavi turns your face to him, index finger under your chin. "Well, at least you know now.", he glances behind you and chuckles, "He's going to kill me later, but for now good luck."

He lets go and suddenly a large hand circles around your waist and pulls you back. You hate the way you lean into the touch unconsciously; how your body responds quicker than your brain and recognizes it straight away.

Gavi winks at him (or you, you're not sure to be honest) and turns back to the crowd.

"Game over, princess.", Pedri whispers into your ear. Goosebumps spread all over your body. "You think I don't know what you're up to? I'm not stupid."

"So why are you here then?"

He lays his hands on your hips and spins you around. His face is impossibly close, "Because you're a fucking minx and it's annoying me."

You look at him unimpressed, "Fuck off, Pedri."

His tight grip on you prevents you from leaving. Pedri grabs your jaw, "That was your plan all along, wasn't it? Getting me all riled up, try making me jealous with my best friend out of everyone."

"So what?", you look up at him. And he only stares back. You could have pretended to be innocent, but you were done. You wanted to lay all cards open. He couldn't do anything about it, you weren't his.

"I thought you hated me?"

"I do."

"Yeah?"

You hum, "So much." You haven't realized how close he was to you now, your lips only inches apart.

Pedri looks at them for a split moment. Then his eyes wander down your body and it takes everything in you to not buckle under his gaze. You remind yourself that you were strong, not weak. You wanted to leave him high and dry, show him that he couldn't find anyone better than you. But that task proved itself to be harder than you initially thought.

So you tug him forward by the hem of his pants and pull him down by his neck, clawing at it almost. "And did my plan work?", you breathe against his mouth.

Pedri's lips on yours are the only confirmation you need.

He kisses you with force and so much desperation and frustration. You did with just as much. It's been too long.

His hands roamed your body, stopping at your ass. It hurt to admit how much you missed him on you. He squeezes the flesh of your butt, pulling you into him and you gasp into his mouth. "God, I missed you so much.", he roans.

You don't know how long you continued to make out, exploring each other as if it was your first time.

Only when someone bumps into you, the two of you part. You feel your heart beat hard against your chest. Stil trying to steady your breath, you look at him - unsure on how to proceed. But your lord and savior, in the form of Ferran, saves you from the awkwardness

"Pedri!", he calls him over. The boys are gathered in a group, and whatever they managed to do, they wanted to show Pedri.

He looks over to them, signaling them that he's coming.

He turns to you with a smirk. "We should definitely repeat that.", Pedri winks and caresses your face. He leaves a soft kiss on your cheek before leaving. His actions and words didn't match, which confuses you even more. But that was a problem for another time.

For now, you just bite your lip and smile after him. "Yeah.", is all you manage to say.

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[ray935sworld]

Beznaia forcefully, please?

Sure thing! Thanks for the idea! So this was intresting to write. I hope you'll like how I wrote it, I'd love to hear your thoughts on this. It got a little more possessive and jealous as I expect.

(Potential dub-con but everyone is happy about making out and consents to it so not actual dub-con. More lack of discussion) And allusions to NSFW content

"Satisfied" Marco Bezzecci x Pecco Bagnaia - forcefuly - 1.8k words

Sure. Pecco was definitely calm. He was known to be mostly calm and collected – if he wasn’t being irritated.  There was no anger buzzing with the same rhythm as the loud music. Why would there be? He had won the championship for the 2nd time. His veins weren't flooded with frustration. He was the king of his sport, wasn’t he? No need for frustration when his holidays had only just started. His hand definitely hadn't gripped his drink just slightly tighter as he watched Bez basically being publicly fucked on a dance floor in Valencia.

Bez was dancing with good 5 centimetre space between them, a stranger. He looked like a local men, his body tanned and his hair black. He seemed to be around their age. Maybe older. And there was no denying that the other was very hot. He was taller than Bez, a little bulkier with handsome features.

Pecco continued to watch him while drinking his vodka. The alcohol burned his mouth. For some reason he had decided to keep it in just for a few seconds longer. He felt the drops burn his cheeks from the inside. He felt the heat radiate under his tongue. Then he swallowed.

He felt it ran down his throat. It felt like daggers stabbing him from the inside. Even his stomach felt like being ripped apart. He closed his eyes for a seconds and shacked himself to made the feeling go away.

He had done it. For the 2nd time. In a row. He had won motogp. He had won the 2023 titled and therefore reclaimed his victory from 2022. He had archived what they all - included Bez - wanted. He had fulfilled his childhood dream not once but twice.

And still he felt angry. Dissatisfied. There was a pinch in his chest that wouldn't go away, no matter how many wins he got. Even winning the championship by winning the race had done nothing to make it go away. He still wasn't happy.

It wasn't the same as last year. Last year he had felt like the king of the world. Last year he felt like he could do anything he would set his mind to. He had been undefeatable. He had felt like a winner . He had been fulfilled.

But something had changed. Something had changed him since last year.

Cause now he felt like he could only get a quarter if what he actually desired. When he found the second glass of vodka in his hands, he wondered why he had even bothered ordering lemon vodka. The stuff tasted all the same to him. Maybe some people could taste a difference. But he couldn’t and he didn’t really care.

It was way past 2am. Maybe even 3... Or 4?  He had lost track of time. At some point Vale had insisted he should stop drinking. He did. For a few hours. He had water and lemonade and cola - more than he ever did in his life. But nothing seemed to help. Not even when he and Bez, Vale, Luca and some of his friends  had taken a midnight McDonald's break when changing clubs. The feeling stayed in his veins.

He hold the liquor in his hand as he watched Marco. His dark brown curls were shaking. He was throwing his head back, his neck exposed. The skin looked soft. Perfect to place a hickey there. It’d be a shame not to. He saw the sweat reflecting the damp light of the club. He felt his blood shoot up.

Yeah… He wanted to know how the Italian would taste. He wanted to know what his naked skin would feel like if he sucked it enough to create a violet colouring and present the world the evidence of what they had done together. He wanted to make him sweat like that.

He watched his best friends smiling about having the hands of another man around his neck. Seeing the scene unfold as careless as right now, made the unplaceable feeling in his body grow. He was angry. On the day - or night - of his 2nd MotoGP championship, his 3rd overall, all he felt was rage. And he hated it. Shouldn’t this be a great night? One of the few when he could get it all.

But he didn’t had it all. He fucking didn’t. Because he wanted Bez. There was no denying it anymore. He had decided on him. Maybe it had happened today or last year. Or maybe when he had cursed himself as a teenager for having a crush on the new boy in the academy and he had promised himself that it wasn’t love, just a friendly adoration for the newcomer.

Instead of him, that fucking stranger had what he wanted. Why even him? If it'd be Cele, he wouldn't feel this way. Pecco was sure about that. He had seen the two friends flirt many times and dance together. As friends. But this stranger? He could smell his attention from over here and he wouldn’t let him get away with it.

He felt the glass on his lips. The burning sensation that hadn't really left, returned. He drank again.

Then he saw Bez putting his hand on the other man's cheek. And he lost it. With a loud stomp he smashed the glass on the table. He stood up, paying the bartender who gave him a judge look. She obviously wasn't a fan of the way he treated her glasses. As a silent apology he gave her an extra tip. She hadn't done anything after all.

Then he went for Marco. All the anger, all the emotion took form. The rage in his eyes were unmatched. He went straight for the curly hair rider.

Bez spotted him before he even approached him. He gave him a short smile but his hand continued to rest on the other man's hip.

„Please excuse us" Francesco hissed at the stranger, giving him an angry look. He hoped to shoot him a clear message as he forcefully took Bez hand - the one that had rested on the other man's hip.

He pressed himself between the two as he pulled the younger rider towards the other side. As he did he whispered an audible „Bastardo" to the man. Just for good measure. He had to make sure he wouldn't try that again.

He felt Bez tugging at his hand. „Pecco!" For a moment the Italian felt like he was being scolded. Marco had apparently heard the insult and was now a little too hesitant to follow the other for his liking.

He turned around to see Bez look at him questionably. „We need to talk. Now." he hissed against the loud music. Before the other could answer, their fingers let go of each other and he instead felt Peccos arm around his lower back. He was basically now pressed towards the other side of the dance floor.

Bez decided to obey. Mainly cause he was curious what was going on in Pecco's drunk head and cause he didn't want to annoy anyone around them.

Like that, they went towards the exit.

They left the club and Bez felt the coldness of the Spanish night hit him. He smiled, happy to get some fresh air in his drunk mind. He was still able to think enough but he felt tipsy.

Pecco on the other hand only felt one thing. Hate. Desire. Anger and love. Admiration and rejection. Everything was mixed in his body and he was unable to tell one from the other.

Before he could stop himself, he acted. He  grabbed his best friend by the waist and pushed him back. He pushed him against the wall of the club and placed his hands on his shoulders. He felt his muscles. He felt how tense his whole body suddenly was.

If he had been sober enough he would have realized that it's a sign of fear. But he wasn't sober enough. Instead he just realized that this might be the only chance he ever got.

His other hand caught Bez chin. He hold it up, making him look at him. There was a weird look on Marcos face. Confusion. Fear. Maybe a hint of arousal. All in one. Not that a drunk Pecco had the brain capacity to realize that.

Instead he just kissed him.

He pressed his lips against Bez. For a moment he felt the other move his body. Without hesitation he fixated the younger one more against the cold stones. His frustration was boiling to the top. He was so close to finally getting what he wanted. He wouldn't let him slip away now.

There was a roughness as he moved quickly and demanding. He stepped even closer, close enough for their whole body to touch as he adjusted the other's jar slightly.

He had a new angle that gave him more access to those plumb and full lips that had started to move according to him. In a way he wished. He could make them move like he wanted. It wouldn’t even be complicated.

Marco has just obeyed. He had accepted being taken like that. And when he did, when Pecco forcefully kissed his best friend like they would both die any seconds, he moaned quietly against him.

Fransceso took that as an encouragement. He was determined to get that sound out his best friend once more. But more intense. More desperate. More everything. He needed it. He wanted to make him feel the same rage and frustration he had felt the whole evening.

And he started at his mouth.

All it took for Pecco to get full access was to slightly open his mouth and Marco did the same. He groaned as he felt the other ones tongue against his own. He had always thought a kiss like that might be weird, even disgusting but this feeling was nothing like that. It was everything. It was full and made him feel powerful.

He couldn’t help but wonder what that mouth might feel like if explored. Marcos breath was already hot. His whole mouth must be as well. His mouth must feel hot and wet, reaching perfection with his skilful tongue. He needed that mouth around a certain part of his anatomy. As fast as possible.

Then he let go of Marco. Both men were breathing heavily, trying to catch their breath after being unable to gain new oxygen for some time.

They shared a look. Both unable to really react. Both unsure what to say. So instead, Marco rested his forehead against Pecco's head.

„That was hot" he whispered. „You wanna continue, bello?"

Pecco let out a laugh he hadn’t noticed he was holding in as his arms found their way around Marcos waist. The hate was gone. The anger had disappeared. The knot in his stomach had been uncurled. He felt satisfied. Well… Almost.

„You really think I want to stop now?"

But he knew there was a way to make him fully satisfied.

[the1920sinpictures]

1920′s The Valencia dance-restaurant in Charlottenburg, Berlin, Germany. From Jazz Age Club, FB.

#1920′s #1920′s Berlin

[amberjazmyn]

carry on - chapter seven

another long chapter awaits! enjoy my lovelies!

okay, why did i just say yes to singing a bon jovi song in front of the whole of rome, italy for a convention. when the last time i sang in front of anyone it was maybe like, nearly a decade ago? and now, i was literally being cheered on because one of the fan questions from the actual convention was if i could sing a song at the orion club with louden swain and without thinking, i just said yes. i said yes because i have never once declined a fans question or refused to answer whatever it is they've asked. however, as of right now, i kinda wish my adrenaline rush wasn't so high otherwise, i maybe would have given that question to jensen, or even rob or rich. 

"...valencia, you ready sweetheart?" rob whispers as i huff out and nod my head, kinda thinking that if i wait any longer, it'll just become way worse

plus, it's better to just get it over and done with than wait any longer otherwise i'll never say i'm ready and i'll never end up doing it. besides, who knows, like jensen, i may end up enjoying it and end up doing this regularly. 

"as ready as i'll ever be, let's do it!" i giggled as the crowd cheered as did my fellow cast members, jensen, jared, misha, rob, rich, genevieve and my boyfriend alex being the loudest as i cheered again

louden swain started playing their instruments to the very familar, famous chords of wanted, dead or alive by jon bon jovi as i started to sing. only hoping that i sounded better than average. 

as i went through the first verse, i found myself getting more confident in myself and having fun with it as jensen then came on stage with a microphone. he had started to sing with me as i couldn't hide the smile on my face as we continued to rock it like it was the ninety's. 

"...cause i'm a cowboy, on a steel horse i ride. i'm wanted (wanted), dead or alive!"

in all honesty, maybe it was a good idea that i had agreed to answer that fan question as the entire time, i had noticed the girl, who had also come to this orion club that had asked the question at the panel, had been singing along and dancing the entire time jensen and i had been singing. it seemed as if although this is a song from the eighties and a favourite of mine growing up, it was also an important song for her as well which was the sweetest thing ever that she had asked me to sing it. 

looking over to alex, jensen and the rest of my castmates, i couldn't believe how much i loved this job that i've had since i was a kid. jensen and i were having the times of our lives on this stage whilst alex and the rest of the cast were so happy and having the time of their lives. jensen and i just kept on singing and bouncing around like we were in our twenties (well, i still was) and having the times of our lives at our favourite club whilst the audience and rest of our castmembers just laughed and sang along. 

"and i walk these streets, loaded six-string on my back. i play for keeps 'case i might not make it back. i've been everywhere, still i'm standing tall, i've seen a million faces and i've rocked them all," 

i sang as jensen then joined me for the chorus as we rocked n rolled together as everyone went crazy. 

"'cause i'm a cowboy, on a steel horse i ride, i'm wanted (wanted) dead or alive. 'cause i'm a cowboy, i got the night on my side and i'm wanted (wanted) dead or alive!" 

jensen and i sang as jensen then got the next part whilst i just stood back as i watched him also rock it on the stage with me as i couldn't hide the smile i had. the smile for the man who i could literally call one of my brothers. 

"and i ride (and i ride) dead or alive! i still drive (i still drive) dead or alive," 

jensen and i then sang the last four lives which were just dead or alive repeated those four times before we then waited for the big ending and we did the very big dramatic jump that was done almost every convention. or any song performance that required such energy as the legendary jon bon jovi exudes. 

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valenciawalker would it be a mortal sin if i scrapped supernatural and got a record deal instead?

in all seriousness, singing has been a passion of mine ever since i could remember. i'm sure if you ever and i mean ever, ask jared, jackles, misha, alcal and everyone else on the set of supernatural, they will tell you, i am always singing no matter what. a dream of mine would be to for sure make a career out of my passion which is singing...so, should i take a break from supernatural and work on some covers, originals and put them on my spotify? 

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alexandercalvert you could do both...

valenciawalker alexandercalvert i defo could tho 

jaredpadalecki i vote no only because i'd miss you too much and cry everyday in my trailer and refuse to come out until they promise that you never leave ever again...

valenciawalker jaredpadalecki ok, it's been decided, i'm gonna hold off on the record deal for a little longer <3 

jensenackles hmm can i vote both yes and no? 

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alexandercalvert go little rockstar <3 

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valenciawalker i really did feel like a little rockstar, not going to lie! 

jaredpadalecki such a rockstar! she did so well tonight!

jensenackles she is a rockstar! she made her big brother very proud tonight! 

valencia jensenackles awe, thank you brother jackles! i'm glad i made you proud 

misha one of the best little rockstars i've ever seen! 

"...ria, would you seriously take a break and do music on the side?" jensen questioned as i giggled 

i mean, considering we were in italy for our annual jib convention and just had the best reaction to me singing, i think that it was a sign. 

"i mean, considering what we heard tonight, i think it's something i would consider heavily as, like i mentioned in my post, i'm always singing on the set and, i think it is time i really give myself a chance," i shrugged my shoulders as jensen smiled brightly with a proud look on his face

"i agree. you deserve to have your amazing songs and voice be heard and loved by everyone in the world. i'd say you should for sure do it and go for it. just, like jared said, please don't leave supernatural permanently!" jensen whispered at the end as i giggled and shook my head

 "i will and, don't worry i'll never leave supernatural until we decide to finish the series all together," i smile as jensen cheers and moves around excitedly as i can't help my laughter

"yay, thank you!" jensen squeals as he pulls me in for a hug as i shake my head at his supposedly sober decisions 

"don't mention it, jackles," i sigh as he just laughs as we sit down on the couch as we watch alex and jared play fight on the other couch

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ok bye ily xx

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Two year countdown for the Valencia Gay Games 2026

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Two year countdown for the Valencia Gay Games 2026

It’s two years until the 2026 Gay Games will be held in the Spanish city of Valencia. 

This June marks two years until the LGBTQIA+ world will descend on Valencia for the 12th edition of the Gay Games. 

Valencia was selected as the host city in 2021 with games organisers praising Spain’s progressive human rights law for LGBTQ+ people.

The city itself was also a positive. The Spanish city of around 1-2 million people is big enough to host the thousands of visitors expected while also being small enough to get around on foot and other transport easily. 

It’s a flat and bicycle-friendly city with 89% of the venues less than 5km from the gay village of the city.  

Sports on offer

The queer multi-sport club Samarucs, which has been running for 18 years, will be assisting with the organization of the event. 

There will be over 30 sports on offer in the field of: 

Aquatics

Athletics

Badminton

Basketball

Beach Voleyball

Bowling

Cheerleading

Colpbol

Dance Sport

E-Sports

Field Hockey

Figure Skating

Football (Soccer)

Golf

Martial Arts

Quadball

Rowin

Rugby

Sailing

Softball

Table Tennis

Tennis

Triathon

Valencia Pilota

Volleyball

Weightlifting

Wrestling 

In addition to sports, a multitude of other arts and cultural events (plus a party or two) will take place. 

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The city is stunning!

The city itself has plenty to offer athletes and visitors alike.

It’s a vibrant, cosmopolitan coastal city surrounded by orange orchards and sunny beaches. It is Spain’s third-largest city and enjoys year-round sunshine.

Once the capital of its own Kingdom, this medieval city offers incredible architecture, culture and nightlife.

Tourist highlights include the historic quarter, the Art Nouveau markets Mercado Centra, Turia Gardens and the ultra-futuristic City of Arts and Science. 

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So whether you are in full training for the Gay Games or whether you want to visit Valencia beforehand, it’s a city well worth discovering. 

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[kamrinortiznumberonefan]

Paris is a city for dreaming.

Guitarist Nick Rossi flew to the City of Lights a year ago for the International Duke Ellington Meeting, a three-day conference for experts, scholars and musicians devoted to Ellingtonia, the musical world surrounding America’s most consequential 20th century composer, bandleader and pianist. A scholar of pre-World War II jazz who’s lived in the Mission for two decades, Rossi gave a short talk on guitarist Fred Guy, a key member of the Ellington Orchestra from 1925 to 1949. After communing with some of his favorite authors and researchers, Rossi came home with a nagging question and the seed for his next musical mission.

“Why doesn’t San Francisco, or California or the West Coast, have an ensemble dedicated to Duke’s music?” he wondered. “Not to throw shade on groups that play Ellington, but there are bands exclusively devoted to Ellingtonia in many other cities and countries, but not here. I realized these are my marching orders.”

The long trek from Paris to San Francisco culminated at Mr. Tipple’s last October, when Rossi’s nine-piece Jazzopaters debuted at the Civic Center supper club, which has become the project’s home base. Focusing on pieces recorded by Ellington’s small groups, variously sized ensembles broken out from the orchestra to showcase its singular voices like alto saxophonist Johnny Hodges, trumpeter Cootie Williams, and baritone saxophonist Harry Carney, Rossi’s Jazzopators play a dance show Saturday at the Community Music Center.

With pianist Rob Reich and Patrick Wolff on alto sax and clarinet, the group features some of the region’s most esteemed improvisers alongside hot jazz specialists Mikiya Matsuda on bass and Riley Baker on drums, For Rossi, playing a gig walking distance from his home isn’t unusual. A Mission resident since 2002, “the longest I’ve lived anywhere, period,” Rossi has performed at Curio Bar & Restaurant and The Liberties with small groups recent years, and provided a propulsive score for the Wednesday night Cat’s Corner swing dance sessions that recently moved to the Valencia Room (formerly the Elbo Room). He’s back in the neighborhood June 8 at the Verdi Club with Nick Rossi Swing Six, playing a monthly dinner dance series.

Rossi’s Jazzopaters also perform Friday at Stanford University as part of the Department of Music’s Jazz Inside Out series, a sit-down concert that allows the group to play with a wider array of tempos and dynamics. But Rossi notes that Ellington’s music was often created for dancing, and bringing it into the CMC’s ballroom feels particularly apt. He’s played the hot jazz and swing dance party known as the Bootleggers Ball there several times, “and playing this music in a space that existed when this music was created is kind of a big deal to me,” Rossi said. “We’re having this active dialogue with the past in as real a way as possible.”

[omanxl1]

[Fallas 2024] 🎆 | The Grau Club Sessions #29 | Do You Remember Dance | Valencia 🔥

Digital Crate Digging Continues as a Saturday Afternoon shifts into Saturday evening as we shift from O-Dog Day Partying to Saturday Night Fevering! The saga  / struggle continues as we broadcast live and direct from our remote outpost out off of I-20 in Atlanta; I-20 was jam packed due to traffic earlier, I know jokers have work to do but not much are they achieving! In the meantime and…

[vimogra-art]

Balls al carrer Plaça de la Reina-Valencia Club Dance "La Veta" Falla In...

Un total de 133 comisiones falleras actuarán este año en el XXVI festival de Balls al Carrer organizado por la Junta Central Fallera  de València en colaboración con la Concejalía de Cultura Festiva del ayuntamiento de esta ciudad. Con esa cifra de asistentes, 45 más que el año pasado, este festival bate récord histórico de participación en este ciclo, que empezará el próximo mes de octubre y se alargará hasta abril de 2024, según ha informado la Junta Central Fallera en un comunicado. La entidad ha agregado que se calcula que por los escenarios de las plazas de la Reina y de la Virgen de la capital valenciana pasarán alrededor de 2.200 personas de los diferentes grupos de baile de las comisiones falleras de la ciudad.

[valencianightlife]

Valencia nightlife discounts

Party on a budget in Valencia! Find exclusive discounts & deals for clubs, bars, and events on valencia-nightlife.com. Stretch your wallet further & have an unforgettable night! Valencia nightlife discounts.

[slovenlyrecordings]

The Spanish leg o’ LES LULLIES 2023 European tour

(bookended with shows in France and Belgium!) is kicking off this Friday!

Dance to the new “Mauvaise Foi” LP and other Les Lullies hits performed live in your town!

15 june: León - GRAN CAFÉ

16 june : Logroño -STEREO club

17 june 12h: Vitoria Gasteiz - HELLDORADO club

17 june : Zaragoza - SALA ZETA

18 june: San Sebastián - DOKA

19 june: Bilbao -LA NUBE 

20 june Tarragona - MOJO club

21 june Castellón - BECAUSE

22 june Valencia - 16 TONELADAS

23 june Cox - TNT BLUES

24 june Madrid - SALA EL SOL

25 june Valladolid - CIENTOCERO

26 june Santander - ROCK BEER

27 june: Laudio - ORBEKO ETXEA

28 june Abadiano- AMARAUN ARTE FABRIKA

29 june Gijón - TIZÓN SOUND

30 june tbc

01 july San Vicente de Alcántara - SUBEROCK Festival

02 july Vega de Espinareda - ESPINA Festival

[twstwonderlandstuff]

it's not fair I want silver to have this oh shit, I'm in love awakening w/ Valie (who already knows he's in love w/ Silver and is aggressively flirting but keeps on getting rejected cuz silver's so oblivious)

i need this to be the meme

"are you... flirting with me?"

"have been for the past 8 months, but thanks for noticing."

and he gets uncharacteristically red everytime valie walks in and then valie gets confused and it becomes the whole misundestanding shtick

'ey yo wtf is wrong w/ silver? naur why he red like that is he sick?'

'wdym OHHHH OHOHHOOHOHOHO' [this is lilia]

silver relives all the times valencia's aggresively pursued him and is all oh. shit. oh shit. oh god OHMYSEVEN and its just indescribable embarassment

but then they finally get together but idk what happens next <333 i just want them to pine for each other all the time is that so wrong

valencia saying the most embrassing lines w. a straight face only for silver to, with well-intentions, reject her/ remain oblivious. valencia retreats into the music club to cry and beg for help

the music club members make it worse (especially lilia)

no you listen LISTEN to me lilia is a harderened old general yadda yadda BUT because he's a general he has no tango w/ romance so he's as bad as sebek

NO IDC HE MIGHT BE WISE BUT WISE DOESN'T MEAN HE FUCKS UP

and especially messes up here LOLOLOL

rampant my thought are sil... silval? valsil? i don't have a ship name for them but everutime i lisen to a song its them dancing/ silver admiring valencia dance/sing/ play an instrument

i need that man to be pining and in love w/ valie im so sorry im too selfish bby

valencia's all like 'hi babe, you doin' okay?' with an arm around his waist and silver fucking assumes she's like that to everyone cuz valie's touchy NO. NO, SILVER BABE. BABY IT'S ONLY YOUUUU SHE ONLY TOUCHES UR WAIST AND PLAYS W/ UR HAIR LIKE THAT and KISS YOUR HAND LIKE THAT ONLY YOUUU BBBYYYYY

HE LETS YOU TOUCH HER BACK BCUZ SHE LIKES U SILVER ONEGAIIIII

on my knees hate it god GOD GOD FUCK YOU WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DESTORY MY BRAIN LIKE THIS HE'S SO CUEVAWFAHWSDLFVKDSFNVASDKLF

WIFEABLE

KISSABLE

I WANT THAT MAN EMBARASSED. INCOHERENT. A MESS.

I WANT HIM.

[yachtscaymanmexico]

When Should I Take a Private Yacht Charter

Where do you want to go on a private yacht charter vacation? There are limitless possibilities, according to crewed yacht brokers. Popular destinations for a United States sailing vacation include San Diego, Chicago, Yachts Cayman, Honolulu, Hilton Head, Martha's Vineyard, Fort Lauderdale, Galveston, Long Island and Annapolis, yet why stop there? A whole lot more awaits you, which are all discoverable by power boats and luxury yacht charters!

A Mediterranean private yacht charter has much to offer. In Spain, you can discover the passionate flamingo dancers and proud matadors, sip sangria, eat delicious olives and enjoy modern marinas from Barcelona to Valencia. Euro club goers and party animals can't miss the amazing entertainment venues on Ibiza, where vibrant beaches are as world renowned as the nightlife.

Some of the other Balearic Islands offer a quieter respite, from the secluded beaches of Formentera, to the cobble street village of Cindadella, to the culture-rich fishing village of Mallorca to the National Park on Dragonera. Other Mediterranean destinations include Greece, Croatia, Turkey, France and Italy.

For those chilly winter months, why not take a private yacht charter to the warm Caribbean waters? Travelers come to the Virgin Islands, the Cayman Islands, Jamaica, the Florida Keys and the Bahamas for the white sandy beaches, the pleasant trade winds, turquoise waters, West Indian cuisine and fun activities year-round.

There are more than 100 Virgin Islands, offering a plethora of coves for snorkeling, swimming, scuba diving, surfing, marine-life watching and lounging. On the shores, you will enjoy dancing, frozen blender drinks, crafts from local artisans and the dramatic mountain peak topography.

In the Bahamas, you can feast on spicy cuisine, fish on beautiful beaches, snorkel underwater grottos, gaze upon a habitat of 60,000 flamingos, star gaze the midnight skies, dance in nightclubs and splash around at the world-renowned Atlantis water-park and culture center. A sailing charter in the Cayman Islands will whisk you away to the famous Seven Mile Beach (one of the best in the world!), the historic Pedro St. James castle, scuba diving shipwrecks in Cayman Brac, bird watching the rare red-footed Booby on Little Cayman and partaking in the museums and shops of George Town. Nothing beats the winter blues like a Caribbean yacht excursion!

[epistrophyarts]

Epistrophy Arts presents

Meridian Brothers (Bogotá, Col)

With Superfónicos (ATX)

Tuesday August 16. 8pm

Antone's Nightclub (305 E 5th St., Austin, TX 78701)

Tickets $25 advance, $35 door

“Genius prophets of colombian weirdness" - MTV Iggy 

“For those who haven’t heard previously heard them, Colombia’s Meridian Brothers are easily among the most interesting groups in South America” - AFROPOP

“Tuneful, clever and enormous fun” - THE GUARDIAN 

“The Meridian brothers push all boundaries of what you think you know about music. Promise, you'll love it” - NPR 

“So why listen? Because it takes a strong will and clear musical vision for a band to cut through all the music for which Colombia is known” - NPR 

“A dream world between electronic experimentation and regional folk” - LE MONDE 

“Tropical madness from the most consistent of all the “world for club culture” labels. Twisted cumbia at around 150BPM... terrorises the dancefloor!”- GILLES PETERSON 

Colombian guitarist and composer Eblis Alvarez started Meridian Brothers back in 1998 as a vehicle for his own experimental music.  Over the years, the group has evolved into a five-piece band focused on re-interpreting all manners of Latin Tropical styles with a strong psychedelic and experimental sensibility. The Meridian Brothers’ music uses popular Latin American rhythms, augmented by sampling techniques, elaborate effect processing, and Eblis’ quirky and theatrical vocals, which channel imaginary characters with both pathos and humor.

The group has released records on Soundway records, Names You can Trust and Bongo Joe and have proved very popular in South America and Europe where the band has toured extensively and has started to reach out to an audience more familiar with indie rock and experimental than Latin music.

Meridian's new album is a tribute to New York's 70's era Salsa Dura. For the project, they have created an avatar, a fictitious group named El Grupo Renacimiento, and written a new repertoire trying to emulate the writing style of those late 60's and early 70's groups while retaining the Meridian Brothers idiosyncratic style of arranging and recording. The sound of instruments has been modified to fit the Meridian electronic templates, and the result is a fantastic album true to the spirit of Salsa Dura and in line with Eblis Alvarez two decade-long experiment with Latin tropical sounds.

The album will be released on the Ansonia label - a historical Latin label that was specialized in Puerto Rican, Dominican and Cuban music from the 1960's and has only recently been revived and has made its catalog finally available on digital platforms.

Meridian Brothers new album will be their first release in over 30 years - a nod from Ansonia Records to the legacy of Latin music history as it steps into the modern era.

Eblis Alvarez has been an intricate part of the new generation of Colombian musicians for the past ten years. He is also a former member of Frente Cumbiero and a current member of trio Los Pirañas.

Meridian Brothers include Maria Valencia (saxophone, clarinet, percussion and synthesizers), , Cesar Quevedo (bass) and Alejandro Forero (electronics and synthesizers) Mauricio Ramirez (drums)

Superfónicos is Colombian Funk. Better yet, it is Caríbe Soul…fed by the Indigenous and African roots of the band’s Colombian heritage, telegraphing a politics of peace and unity from the stage to your ears. They only ask that you dance toward a place in your mind beyond struggle and strife.

Superfónicos was formed when bassist Nico Sanchez and guitarist Erick Bohorquez began discussions about creating a group with a foundation in Afro-Colombian rhythms. They soon teamed up with guitarist Andres Villegas and percussionist Daniel Sanchez, and started rehearsing together during time away from their other bands. That core group developed the band’s unique sound, laying the foundation of what was to come. In 2016, gaitero and vocalist Jaime Ospina—who has recorded with the likes of Pacha Massive—relocated from Colombia to Austin, where he met and instantly connected with the group. It was also during this time that the band met with famed local producer and Grammy winner Adrian Quesada at Level One Sound. Their recording session resulted in a sound that not only encapsulates a moment in time but helped to define Superfónicos as a collective. It is a musical mestizo that is ever-changing but deeply rooted in Caribbean flavors.

Epistrophy Arts is a grass-roots cultural organization dedicated to presenting the finest adventurous and improvised music in Austin Texas. Since January of 1998 we have presented over 50 concerts with some of the major figures in international contemporary adventurous music

This project is supported in part by the Cultural Arts Division of the City of Austin Economic Development Department.

[colombiaelectronica]

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[marvel-ousnesss]

There for you (Valerio Montesinos x reader)

@nervousbailiffpicklecookie's request: 15, 16, 17 w/ Valerio from elite. from this promptlist. 

Warning: abusive parent, alcohol, angst

A/N: Thanks so much for reading. Love you all so, so much 

Wordcount: 3140

masterlist

You stirred the last sip of your drink in circles, blinking a few times before looking at it with a newfound interest. You were normally a gleeful drunk but at the moment you could only think of what awaited at home. All you wanted to do was enjoying the night but things had been going south ever since you had arrived. 

Samuel had shown up at the club, making Guzman more bitter than usual; hence, Lu was practically joint by his hip. Carla, her head had been spinning around Christian for a few months now and, even if you repetitively tried to drag her away from him and to the dance floor, she gravitated toward him every time. And Ander, well, you hadn’t seen him for like an hour… which left you out of options. 

“What the hell”, you mumbled while you emptied your drink and gracelessly made your way to Nadia and the new girl. They weren’t your usual crowd but you had worked with Nadia for a few projects and she had always been nice to you, so you went for it. 

"Nadia, hey! I can’t believe you're here, you look great." You plastered a smile on your face, determined to give having a good time one last try. You waved a barman and, with a gesture of your hand, ordered shots for the three of you. 

"Thanks, Y/N, you too". She smiled back at you. "Oh, this is Rebeka."

"Hey, nice to meet you."

She gave you a nod. "Won’t Guzmán kick you out of his little clique if he sees you with us?"

"I’ll take my chances", you shrugged. "But he's all bark, no bite."

At that moment, your drinks arrived. 

Rebeka took hold of one of the glasses and so did you. 

She raised one. "In that case, listen up.” She looked between the two of you, prompting you to pay attention. "I'd screw that guy after, maybe, four beers. That one, after two" your eyes followed her finger around the room. "And that one, she laughed, oh my god I would do him after a non-alcoholic beer, she pointed at a last one. Shit, I’d fuck him after drinking diet coke, what bout you." 

You scanned the club and, with a frown, pretended to consider all the different choices. After a few seconds, you drank your shot and smiled at them. 

"Okay, ladies, keep up." Your index finger jumped around the room while you chanted,  "Three, five, three, four, and," you paused, then pointed at a guy in the middle of the room. "Maybe seven," you giggled. "All of those being counted in tequila shots." 

Nadia rolled her eyes with a smile and Rebeka laughed. "What about you?" she asked Nadia. 

"Oh no, I don't drink so I wouldn't really know how to play."

"Your loss," you teased in a sing-song voice. 

"Yeah, you're really missing out," Rebeka lifted her glass.

Nadia's eyes drifted between the two of you and she gave in and took hold of Rebeka's drink. However, Valerio bumped into her when she was about to take a sip as he and Guzmán reentered the club animatedly chatting. 

"Sorry." He turned towards Nadia with a look of concern. "I'm so sorry about that."

She brushed him off and just laughed, "Now that's definitely a sign from above."

Rebeka snorted, "Well if you ask me, he doesn't really look like an envoy from heaven."

"I can be anything you want," his voice was smoky as he stalked behind her.  "A demon, an angel just-" he lifted his gaze and caught yours- "say the word."

He stepped past her and closer to you, then took a small leap and sat on the stool next to you. 

"That's a lie," you scoffed. "You're anything but an angel."

"True," his hand traveled to your waist. “But that has never bored you.”

Nadia gave you and Rebeka an awkward smile, "see you guys in a bit."

At least she knew how to read the mood. Rebeka, on the other hand, showed no intention of leaving. Just your luck, Lu appeared behind her with the plastic smile she had perfected over the years. 

"Hi, good evening, I believe we haven't been properly introduced." she beamed, "I'm Valerio's sister."

Rebeka forced a smile. 

"Half-sister," Valerio taunted, his hand stroking your side softly. 

You leaned into his touch, your body began to remind you how much you had missed him. 

"Anyway," Lu rolled her eyes, pretending not to notice. " Mind if I steal you off for a second? Later guys", she winked, leaving with Rebeka. 

Valerio mouthed a 'thank you' and hopped off the stool, bringing you closer to him. "You avoided me the whole day," he stated. "Why?"

You gulped, trying to find a proper answer. 

"My dad's in Valencia, and, well, my mom's been kind of in a mood lately,” you admitted. "But let's not talk about it now,” Your voice was velvety as you leaned toward him slowly.

Before he could argue, you pulled his golden chain for your lips to meet his in a tender kiss and your hands traveled around his neck. However, he saw right through you. Instead of urging to go deeper, like he usually would, he moved away from you and, when your gaze fell, used one of his hands to lift your chin. 

"I know it's technically not mine, but if you wanna crash at my place, just say the word." 

"Thanks," you smiled and took a deep breath. "But let’s not think about that now, we have some catching up to do.” 

Valerio knew exactly what you meant and, to say the least, was happy to oblige. He guided you to the dance floor, this time stepping behind you. Again, his hands found their way to your waist and began toying with the hem of your shirt, later moving to the sides of the waistline of your pants. Your arm snaked around his collar and tucked on his raven curls, prompting him to bury his face in the delicate spot where your shoulder met your neck. 

You had missed this deeply, even sometimes it troubled you to think of him. Most people didn’t get to see past the drug loving party boy facade, but he had been there for you in your darkest moments and had proven himself one of the most caring and loyal people anyone could ask for. 

That was exactly why you were afraid of losing him. It was one thing to have fun among friends, pretty much what you were doing right now; and a complete other to let any feelings into the mix. Feelings that, you knew, had been haunting you for a long time now. 

Although now was not the moment to think of that, so you let yourself enjoy the rest of the party. Having Valerio by your side gave you a significant boost of endorphins; you laughed, danced, and drank your ass off, momentarily forgetting what expected you once you arrived home. 

Huge mistake. 

A headache woke you up next morning, according to your phone, you still had half an hour before your alarm went off. But there was no use on trying to fall back asleep, your throat was too dry and, for some reason, your room had been invaded by some awfully fruity and cloying smell.

 With a groan, you stumbled to the kitchen and dove into the refrigerator. After grabbing a glass of cold water, you closed the door, coming face to face with your mother. 

She was in gym clothes, ready to head out for a run, so you prayed for your encounter to be as short-lived as possible. You weren’t in the mood to deal with her right now, and you had to get ready for school if you wanted to head to Ander’s before class. 

“Morning,” you greeted. 

“Glad you’re awake honey, I wanted to talk to you before you left.” 

She asked you to sit with her on the couch for a moment, giving you what she thought was a kind smile. 

You forced out a matching one, “what’s up, is everything okay, mom? 

She sighed. “Y/N, dear, you know I love you. But you can’t let loose like you did last night.” She grabbed one of your hands and you involuntary stiffened. “Our family has a carefully built name, and we all have to do our part to take care of it.” 

There was no point in arguing with her. “It was a mistake, mom, I’m sorry I went a bit over the top.” 

“A bit over the top?” She scoffed, “you arrived home at four in the morning, stumbling through the door. God knows where you even drank that much.”  

“I just went out with a few friends from school. Ander was there, and so was Nadia. Remember her?” 

 She let go of your hand and pinched her temples, exasperated. “It’s not about them. You are our daughter and need to begin acting like such.” 

“I'm sorry, it won't happen again.” 

"you better make sure of it," she foretold. 

Grateful it was over, you let yourself relax. Your hands tangled themselves in your hair and you put it into a messy bun. 

“Honey, I’m only gonna ask this once,” this time, she took hold of both of your hands and turned around to completely face you. “Where did you get those bruises?”

She sounded disgusted and defeated, but tried to evoke interest and concern. You looked at her, perplexed, and checked your hands and arms. "What bruises?" 

her cynical laugh made you gulp. 

Without warning, your mother's hand landed on your cheek, leaving a burning sensation behind. “I told you, I'm not gonna ask again.” 

You couldn’t bring yourself to speak, not knowing what was she talking about.

Grumbling something under her breath, she grabbed your arm and stood up, guiding you to the guest restroom. Once there, she pushed you toward the mirror. "These bruises, you little slag."

You mentally cursed, flashbacks of the party coming back to you at speed of light. Then you faced her once again, her arms were crossed over her chest as she looked at you with disgust. 

You released a breath, thinking of a plausible excuse. “I burnt myself with my flat iron.” Your tone showed no emotion, but your nose wrinkled, giving you away. 

“Like hell you did.” She breathed deeply, then looked at you in a much sympathetic way. "Please, don't lie to me."

“I’m not,” you insisted, "I burnt myself getting ready".

“Oh dear, why do you do this to us?” She sighed, pacing back to the living room. “Your father and I are just trying to do what's best for you, honey.” She sat back down burying her head in her hands. 

A lake of tears spouted in your eyes. "Do you even think of what's best for me, mom?

Sometimes I feel like you just see me as a vessel for all the label 'Y/L/N' is to you."

As soon as the words left your lips, you realized the mistake you had made. Again, your mother's eyes shot daggers at you. 

“You ungrateful brat, after all that your father and I have done, after what we've sacrificed to give you the life you have.” She stood up. “Of course, we see you as a Y/L/N 'cause that's you are. Without us, you're worthless.” 

As she advanced toward you, you stepped back.

"Please, don't hit me," your blurted, eyes invaded by fear. 

She closed her eyes and huffed, running a hand through her hair. "Just, go get dressed, you're gonna be late."

You quietly got ready for school and exited the house without saying goodbye. As you rode your bike to Ander’s house, which was a few blocks away, you found yourself stopping a minute to call your father, but didn’t say anything aside from the usual, awfully brief ‘good morning’ that was routine. 

You opened your front camera and relaxed a bit when you saw the slap hadn’t left any visible marks - yet. What you were going through was still a bit new to you, your mother had hit you for the first time a month after your uncle’s death, two years ago. No one at school knew about it, aside from Ander, and you intended to keep it that way.

You put your phone away and continued pedaling through the familiar streets. Once you arrived at your friend's house, you left your bike on the sidewalk and knocked on the front door. Azucena was the one to answer, making you unconsciously guide your hand to the spot on your arm where your mother's had been. 

She greeted you with a sense of warmth that put you at ease and invited you in while Ander finished getting ready. You almost spit your coffee when she nonchalantly asked about the red spots on your cheek but assured it was just an allergic reaction to a new powder. 

“Took you long enough,” you sneered. 

He rolled his eyes but greeted you with a hug. After kissing Azucena goodbye, the two of you left his house. You arrived at school with a few minutes to spare, even after the small detour to Nadia and Omar's shop. You fixed the folds of your skirt and stepped inside, parting ways with Ander and heading to your locker so you could fetch some books for the day. Staring at yourself through the small mirror hung on the small door, you sighed and used a small green stick concealer to get rid of the redness.

As if on cue, Valerio's frame appeared behind your shoulder as soon as you were done. You smiled at him through the mirror and closed your locker, turning around to face him. 

"Just who I wanted to see," he hummed, stretching a hand out for you. 

Once you took it he twirled you around, bringing you closer and landing his arm on your shoulder. Looking up at him, you quirked a brow

"Anything, in particular, that's got you this happy?"

"Nope."  He popped the 'p' sound. ''Guess it's your doing."

You dismissed him with a hum and a quick peck, then began walking to class. The rest of the day went by uneventful, until the classes ended. You headed straight to the locker room, changed into a tank top and a pair of gym shorts, and made your way to the school gym. That was one of the safest places you could think of, as none of your friends used it. 

Popping your earbuds in, you jumped on the treadmill and began warming up. The sweat ran down your forehead as you ran, panting and mouthing the lyrics to the song playing. Right after slowing the pace so you could cool off, you saw someone entering out the corner of your eye but gave it no mind. To get your attention, Valerio stepped onto the treadmill next to yours and began jogging. 

You took an earbud off.

"Hello, Jell-O,"

"Hey V," you snorted, patting your face dry. Once done, you placed the towel on your shoulder, covering the plum subtle marks that had began to appear on your arm.

"Wanna bother my sister? Guzman and I are headed to Cayetana's and-."

Your brows frowned as you took a sip of water. "Not really, no."

Any trace of excitement left his face as he turned the treadmill off and stepped behind yours, waiting for you to finish. "Come on, Y/N/N,"he whined. "Just gonna be like- two hours, and I'll personally escort you to the mass."

"I can't." You stepped down, facing him. "Besides, I have to shower and stuff. It's better if I head home."

"Why don't you shower here?" He strode next to you as you exited the gym. "That way, we can make a pits stop at your place and the three of us head over to Cayetana's."

"Sorry V, I can't, I-" 

You let your words die when you caught him staring at your face. The blush you got after running was already beginning to wear off, and the concealer you'd been wearing had worn off with all the sweat. Valerio's fingers caressed the crimson bruise that had appeared on your right cheek. 

"How long have you been hiding this?" His voice was barely above a whisper. 

"It's nothing, really," you tried to disregard the topic, "just an allergy I got from this new powder I'm using."

"Please don't lie to me."

Those words sent a chill down your spine, your eyes tried to widen but you forced yourself to kept a straight face, although it didn't last. Defeated, you looked at him with glassy eyes. You couldn't bring yourself to lie to him anymore, not when he was looking at you with concern and shock radiating from every feature of his face. 

"Two years," you disclosed, swallowing hard. 

It hurt him to know that you hadn't confided in him when you were at your worst, you could see it. But he knew that, now that he knew, he needed to place those feelings aside and be there for you, like he should have been from the beginning. 

"And, you've been dealing with this on your own?"

He moved closer to you and moved to bring you closer, knocking the towel off your shoulder. When he saw the rest of the bruises, he stepped back so he could properly study them. Your head fell to the side in shame. His hand trailed up your arm delicately and traced a feathery touch over the sore skin. When you gathered the courage to look at him, his eyes revealed a glimmer that match your own.  

He couldn't stop the question from rolling off his tongue. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I- I," "I'm sorry." Your throat tightened and, after a sharp intake of breath, you pleaded, "I- please, don't be mad."

Tears began to fall down your cheeks and Valerio's heart broke. As a harrowing whimper abandoned you he wrapped his body around yours and rested his head on top of yours, letting you bury yourself in the comforting scent of his Versace cologne and the warmth of his embrace. 

"Never," he mumbled against your hair. 

You immediately hugged him tighter. Hearing that soothed you, but your crying didn't stop, it had been a long time since you last let yourself go and, right now, this was just what you needed. You focused on the strong heartbeat pounding against your ear and relaxed, allowing yourself some much needed catharsis. 

"I love you," you breathed, tilting your head to look at him.

"I love you too." The smile he gave you took your breath away.

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