#amigos inseparables

[wheelercurse]

every week someone will say: “controversial opinion but I don’t think Mike and El are that close to be even friends.” And like most of bylr tumblr will agree with you 😭😭😭

[rgtb-8]

[ernestdescalsartwok]

ALEJANDRO MAGNO-BUCEFALO-ARTE-PINTURA-CABALLO-SEMENTAL-COMPAÑEROS-VIDA-GUERRAS-AMOR--PINTOR-ERNEST DESCALS por Ernest Descals Por Flickr: ALEJANDRO MAGNO-BUCEFALO-ARTE-PINTURA-CABALLO-SEMENTAL-COMPAÑEROS-VIDA-GUERRAS-AMOR--PINTOR-ERNEST DESCALS- Una larga historia de amor y fidelidad acompañó al Rey de Macedonia ALEJANDRO MAGNO y a su inseparable caballo semental, regalo de su padre el Rey Filipo II, supieron llevar de forma magnífica su relación amorosa, BUCEFALO era un potente caballo que llevó a Alejandro en todas sus campañas militares y las guerras emprendidas en Grecia y en Asia, animal dotado de gran bravura que arrastraba detrás suyo a los otros caballos de "La Punta", el destacamento de caballería de élite que Alejandro utilizaba para romper las batallas. Pintura del artista pintor Ernest Descals con acuarelas sobre papel de 35 x 27 centímetros, obras de la colección de Arte con los personajes míticos y amigos inseparables del Conquistador de Macedonia. Cuando murió Alejandro construyó una ciudad en su homenaje a la que llamó Alejandría Bucéfala en el actual Pakistán.

[ittom2m]

Poseyendo a mi mejor amigo

Alex ha sido mi mejor amigo desde hace varios años hemos sido inseparables hasta ahora que vamos en la universidad he comenzado a sentir cosas por él, no puedo dejar de pensar en que le diré hoy justo iba cruzando la calle cuando derrepente todo se nubló no recuerdo nada más que el sonido de un carro frenando hasta que abrí mis ojos estaba en el hospital podía ver mi cuerpo acostado en la cama y al lado estaba Alex, que estaba pasando? Me sentía tan perdido pero feliz de poderlo ver, creo que soy un fantasma

Trate de comunicarme con Alex hasta que vi que saco su teléfono, pase mi mano fantasmal por la pantalla creo que puedo escribir en su teclado

Alex al instante supo que era yo, supongo que de tantos años de conocernos tenemos algún tipo de conexión, empezo a preguntar Jon eres tu? Que esta pasando?

Jon: creo que estoy muerto soy como un fantasma no se como regresar a mi cuerpo

Alex: puede que sea algún tipo de proyección astral de tu alma,me alegra poder hablar contigo aunque sea de esta manera

Jon: a mi también me alegra que estes aqui pero ahora necesito volver a mi cuerpo

Alex: hablando de eso tu cuerpo esta en coma, no parece ser algo grave pero no sabemos cuando puedas despertar así que si vuelves a tu cuerpo talvez ya no podamos hablar

Jon: entonces que hago no me puedo quedarme así

Alex: déjame pensar Tu sabes que todos estos temas de fantasmas me gustan pero nunca me había pasado algo parecido

Jon: es cierto siempre me obligabas a ver esas películas de terror

Alex: tengo una idea es algo rara pero si funciona seria genial, por que no me posees?

Los ojos de Alex se iluminaron no podía creerlo que idea tan descabellada aun así cierta curiosidad nació en mi interior por que estaba tan emocionado por que yo poseyera su cuerpo, aun así no lo pensé mucho quería salir de ese hospital

Jon: estas seguro de esto alex, crees que funcione?

Alex: hay que intentarlo no perdemos nada, simplemente voy a cerrar mis ojos, me voy a relajar lo más que pueda y cuando sientas que es el momento trata de abrazarme yo te dejarte entrar a mi cuerpo

Jon: okey aquí voy

Me acerque a Alex mientas él cerró sus ojos y empezó a meditar se veía tan lindo así que fue fácil al instante quize abrazarlo Fue ahí cuando todo se nubló

Abrí mis ojos me sentía mareado todo me daba vueltas mire hacia abajo fue ahí cuando vi las manos de alex. No puede ser en verdad lo he poseído.

No recordaba lo bonitas que eran sus manos, sentía mi corazón latir me volví a sentir vivo en el cuerpo de mi mejor amigo corrí al baño a verme al espejo. En persona Alex es más guapo empeze a tocar mi cara mi pelo mis brazos hasta me quite la playera que bien se ve el cuerpo de Alex todas esas visitas al gimnasio le han dado resultado me di cuenta que podía hacer cualquier cosa con su cuerpo ahora que lo poseía pero solo tome una foto en el espejo.

Ya iba a salir de baño cuando me entraron unas ganas de mear. No puede ser no quiero ver ahí abajo pero no puedo aguantar más, me la tuve que sacar, no podia creerlo tantas años siendo amigos y es la primera vez que le veo el pene a Alex no pensé que se lo vería estando en su cuerpo, su pito es de buen tamaño, sin circuncisión, es un poco más grande que el mio y vaya que necesita una rasurada

Al acabar Inconcientemente sacudi su pene para limpiarlo, había olvidado que este es el cuerpo de Alex en seguida empezó a ponerse duro no podía evitar ver su pito crecer sentida como su corazón bombeaba toda su sangre ahí abajo empezaba a incharse. Derrepente ya estaba viendo todas las venas de su pene, sentía que iba a explotar pero no podía martubarme que diría Alex aun así todo su cuerpo me lo pedía empeze a apretarlo se sentía tan bien que una cosa llevo a la otra cuando me di cuenta ya estaba masturbandome. Solté un gemido con su voz, esto fue lo que me puso aún más caliente y segui martubandolo hasta venirme

Pude sentir como salia toda su leche y escuria por mis manos. Un pensamiento intrusivo paso por mi cabeza y me lleve la mano a la boca sabia bastante bien su leche estaba caliente y bastante espesa Me sentía tan culpable pero a la vez tan bien en su cuerpo. Al final es como si Alex lo hiciera solo que soy yo quien controlo su cuerpo, solo pensar esto me ponía más duro pero antes tuve que limpiar todo el desastre que deje, ya se hacia tarde asi que guarde sus cosas en la mochila que traía y regrese a su casa

No había nadie en casa sus padres llegaban hasta tarde me sentía cansado y estaba bastante sudado por la caminata y lo que paso en el baño, sus axilas ya olían bastante fuerte aunque no me disgustaba ese olor tenía tenía que cuidar el cuerpo de Alex así que decidí meterme a bañar Me empeze a desvestir al quitarme los tenis me di cuenta que las axilas de Alex no eran lo único que olia fuerte no me imagine que los pies de mi amigo fueran tan bonitos no se por que pero comencé a ponerme caliente

era raro ver que el cuerpo de mi mejor amigo desnudo pero aún más raro era ver como su pene se ponía erecto al ver sus pies, me sentía exitado pero antes necesitaba bañarme abrí el agua y comencé a tallar por todas partes fue toda una experiencia bañarme en el cuerpo de mi amigo estoy bastante agradecido con él y su cuerpo

Ahora tengo que fingir ser él y ver como me puedo comunicar con Alex pero antes creo que me haré otra paja este cuerpo es muy caliente

( hola esta es mi primer historia pienso subir más tengo varias ideas si tienen Algúna sugerencia o simplemente quieren platicar estoy feliz de escucharlos aquí en los comentarios o por DM)

[florinaranja]

hola! podrías escribir algo con pipe inspirado en esta foto?? 🤭🤭

sombras azules ; felipe otaño

pairing: felipe otaño x fem!r

summary: haces una quedada con todos tus amigos y conforme pasa el tiempo, hay algo que te ronda la cabeza: maquillar a pipe. 1.5k.

warnings: mención de alcohol?? it's just mucho fluff junto

n/a: muchas gracias por el request!! me encantó escribirlo, pipe es tan novio no puedo... also no soy muy buena narrando en segunda persona por eso he decidido darle nombre a la prota, espero q no te importe! espero que te gusteeee muchoo

nerea miró a su alrededor: chicos desperdigados por el suelo jugando a las cartas, botellas de cerveza aquí y allá, las risas llenando el ambiente… el panorama normal de los sábados por la noche. lo único malo es que hoy tocaba juntarse en su casa, así que le tocaría limpiar por la mañana.

de todas formas, no le podría importar menos. se encontraba frente al sofá, sentada con las piernas estiradas en el suelo y la cabeza levemente tirada hacia atrás en el regazo de su amigo juani, quien intentaba hacerle trenzas. lo observó, todo lo que su posición le permitía, y sonrió. desde que se peleó con un tal "juanicar" en twitter por qué disco de one direction era el mejor de todos, habían sido inseparables. al contrario que juani, ella era más retraída, de esas que tuvieron solo dos amigos a lo largo de todo el instituto, por lo que las presentaciones no tardaron en llegar y pronto, nerea se había visto envuelta en un grupo de amigos enorme, donde todo era cariño y apoyo. así que sí, podría limpiar cientos de destrozos si eso suponía pasar un par de horas con ellos. 

apartó su vista de juani para fijarse en los jóvenes que tenía frente a ella jugando al blackjack entre los vitoreos de los ganadores y los gritos de los perdedores. se quedó mirando la ronda, le gustaría decir que su interés estaba en las cartas, pero estaría mintiendo. sus ojos delimitaban su perfil, sus brazos y sus dedos en movimiento mientras barajaba las cartas. no podía apartar la vista de él. 

felipe fue uno de los primeros que juani le presentó y el sentimiento que sintió al verlo la primera vez solo había hecho más que crecer. eran buenos amigos, eso estaba claro. pero había ocasiones en las que nerea no podía evitar pensar que había algo más, que ella no era la única que sentía esa tensión abrumadora. y en otras ocasiones solo decía que estaba imaginando demasiado. 

blas se levantó refunfuñando del suelo después de haber perdido todas las partidas que habían jugado. se dirigía a la cocina, una oportunidad perfecta para coger ella misma otra cerveza. se despidió de la comodidad de la alfombra y se encontró con blas, ya rebuscando en el frigo. 

—¿me pasas una? —blas le alcanzó una al tiempo que abría la suya. ambos se quedaron en la cocina, apoyados en la encimera, con la cerveza enfriándoles las manos. 

—seguro que esos idiotas me están haciendo trampas. ¡es imposible que no haya ganado ni una! ni una nerea. 

la chica rio contentilla a pesar de que lo que había dicho su amigo no tenía nada de gracioso. era consciente de que las cervezas comenzaban a subírsele un poco, pero los mejores momentos siempre llegaban entrada la noche y con unas birras de más.

—vamos, no te puedes estar enfadando por eso. sí que cumples con ser el más pequeño del grupo —se acercó a él y le agarró de la mejilla cariñosamente. 

—oye, tienes unas pestañas super largas… tengo una idea. ¿me dejarías maquillarte? 

blas la miró por unos segundos. estaba sonriente, con las mejillas rojas por el calor y el alcohol. era incapaz de decirle que no.

—como tú quieras.

—¡gracias, blas! eres el mejor.

nerea se tiró a abrazarlo, siendo correspondida al instante. otra idea le comenzaba a rondar la mente.

—vamos. 

cogió de la mano al chico y se dirigieron de nuevo al salón. al girarse tan rápido, todo le dio vueltas por un momento, pero nada demasiado grave. se plantó delante de los chicos y sonrió.

—he estado hablando con blas y se me ha ocurrido que para animar este juego de hombres un poco, voy a maquillar al que pierda de cada ronda. así practico, que no puedo estar viendo tutoriales para siempre.

—ay, amo. ¡yo estoy dentro! —fran fue el primero en aceptar y los otros no iban a ser menos. 

por un momento, los ojos de nerea se encontraron con los de felipe y un sentimiento se le instaló en el pecho. 

—vas a cansarte de pintar a blas, entonces. 

y con esas palabras empezaron un nuevo juego. de los cinco que estaban jugando ya había maquillado a todos, incluso más de una vez a cierto chico de pelo rizado, excepto a uno. pipe parecía ser inalcanzable incluso en el juego estúpido que se le había ocurrido a nerea. 

—¿puedo jugar una partida? —todos los chicos la miraron desprevenidos por la petición.

—claro gordis, te cedo mi puesto.

—¿sabes jugar? 

—si no supiera jugar no habría dicho nada, ¿no? —por detrás suyo oyó a juani soltar un "uh" a lo que rio.

miró determinada a pipe mientras repartía. confiaba en que lo que su abuelo le había enseñado siguiera en algún rincón de su mente.

en cuanto comenzó la ronda supo que iba a ser imposible que ganara, era un hecho. y en el momento final, los resultados sorprendieron a todos los de la mesa: nerea había ganado.

—¿¡cómo lo hiciste?!

blas no cabía en su asombro, pero nerea solo tenía su atención puesta en pipe, que la miraba con una sonrisa ladeada. ella le respondió con otra, mientras se levantaba (con un leve tambaleo) y le señalaba divertida.

—para ti tengo algo reservado, ve preparándote.

nerea fue casi corriendo al baño para buscar la paleta que tenía en mente, la que siempre que veía le recordaba a él. cuando volvió no quedaba nadie jugando a las cartas y pipe estaba acostado en su sofá, ocupándolo entero él solo. tenía los ojos cerrados y su pecho subía pausadamente. solo podía pensar en lo mucho que le gustaría poder ver una estampa así todos los días.

sin embargo, no podía fantasear. le dio en la mejilla suavemente y felipe abrió un ojo para mirarla. —no te creas que haciéndote el dormido te vas a librar.

—nunca pensaría en hacer eso. 

la chica sintió que se acolaraba. deberían prohibirle sonreír de la manera en que lo hace. —tienes que levantarte si quieres que empiece. 

pipe se llevó las manos a los ojos mientras suspiraba. —estoy cansado… 

nerea lo miró seria. aunque dijera que no, parecía que estaba luchando para no tener que ser maquillado. pero, para su desgracia, nerea no lo iba a dejar ir tan fácilmente. 

la joven dio la vuelta al sofá y sin pensarlo demasiado, se subió sobre el regazo del chico. felipe abrió los ojos asombrado, mientras nerea se acercaba a él con la sombra preparada. 

—cada vez que veo esta sombra me recuerda a ti. se parece al azul de tus ojos, aunque no llega a ser tan bonita. siempre me he preguntado cómo te quedaría… —mientras hablaba, cogió el color y lo llevó al párpado del chico.

estaba muy cerca de él, lo más que había estado desde que lo conocía. le temblaban las manos y tenía el estómago en la garganta, parece que el alcohol había decidido apagar su efecto. 

una vez terminó con el primer ojo, volvió a encontrarse con los ojos de pipe. no había dicho nada desde que había empezado, lo que no ayudaba a los nervios que crecían en nerea. su mano, grande y tersa, se posó sobre una de las piernas de la joven. perdió el aliento por un momento. intentó hacer como si nada y siguió con el otro ojo. cuando su trabajo estaba listo, se quedó anonadada. 

—estás guapísimo… —pipe rio complacido. rápidamente, nerea sacó su móvil y le echó una foto—. vas a ser mi nuevo fondo de pantalla, que lo sepas. 

—¿ya estoy listo? 

la última idea de la noche le pasó por la cabeza, era ahora o nunca. —me falta una cosa más —alcanzó un pintalabios y se lo aplicó bajo la atenta mirada de pipe—, el toque final. 

nerea llevó sus manos a ambos lados del rostro pecoso de pipe y rápidamente juntó sus labios con los de él: un choque anhelado. se olvidó dónde estaba, de lo que podría pasar después y solo se dejó llevar. el beso fue correspondido al instante, casi con tanta necesidad como la de la chica. cuando se separó vio que su plan había funcionado, aunque el resultado había sido un poco más desastroso de lo esperado. 

pipe tenía la mayor parte de sus labios de un color rojo apagado al igual que el contorno de estos, pero también tenía pintada en la cara una sonrisa boba. 

—me dejaría ganar mil veces más para repetir esto. 

nerea abrió la boca afectada. —lo sabía.

—¡hey, chicos! —ambos jóvenes se giraron ante la llamada, encontrándose con el flash de la cámara de juani. —¡un aplauso por esta pareja que está enamorada!

[pablogavisgirl]

Broken Love

read part two ➸ here

Warnings; Angst (I love angst lol), a lot of Spanish, not proof read !!

People say love is pure, painful, sweet, and dreadful all at once. And they were right because love was what broke your friendship, love is what made you lose him.

Everyone knows not to fall for thier bestfriends, it only leads to heartbreak. But for some reason you thought you were above that rule, after all how could you not fall for your bestfriend when he was Pablo Gavi.

You and Gavi had been bestfriends since childhood, living next door to eachother, going to the same school, watching him play soccer with the neighborhood kids. You two were practically inseparable growing up.

The bond between Y/n and Gavi was so strong that it didn't even break when Gavi moved to Barcelona to start his professional career. They messaged and called all the time, they visited eachother when they had holidays. Nothing could break those two apart.

Or so they thought. Love. Love is what drove them apart. Love was a powerful thing that could bring people together or tear them apart, for Y/n and Gavi it tore them apart from one another, it was what destroyed their friendship of many years.

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:

She couldn't believe it, she stared at her screen as the words "Felicitaciónes, has sido aceptada en la Universidad de Barcelona." (Congratulations you have been accepted the University of Barcelona) stared back at her. She didn't tell anyone, not even Gavi it was meant to be a surprise.

They had been separated for so long, and now they would be reunited once more. She was so excited she grabbed her phone and facetimed Gavi, he picked up after the third ring, she turned her camera allowing him to read off the screen.

His face turned serious, and that little wrinkle on his forehead that would always pop up when he was reading came to view, she could see Gavi's smile begin to form, the wrinkle disappearing.

"Felicidades, nena!" (Congratulations!) Gavi said estatic happy at the fact him and his bestfriend would be able to see eachother again through person and not just through a screen.

His smile never faded, as he heard her go on and on over how excited she was about getting to see him again, and how she should fly over to start seeing apartments. Gavi laughing at her rambling, offering he would go with her.

A week later, Y/n had arrived at Barcelona and was waiting for Gavi to show up at her hotel, she spotted the familiar green mini cooper pulling up. She got in closing the door, "Hola Pablito." (Hey Pablo) Kissing his cheek as usual, "Hola Pedri" (Hey Pedri) she said shaking his hand, "Hola, Y/n, ¿cómo has estado?" Pedri asked (Hey, Y/n, how have you been?"

Pedri wasn't dumb he was fully aware about Y/n's crush on Gavi. If anything Gavi was the dumb one who never seemed to realize it. It was so obvious to the blind eye, how Y/n would kill for him, it was so obvious that everytime Gavi talked her pupils would dilate and her full attention would go to him shutting out everyone else.

It was obvious to everyone but Gavi. Pedri had brought it up one night while they were playing FIFA at his apartment.

"Tío, ¿qué está pasando entre tú y Y/n?" Pedri asked Gavi, Gavi turing to look at him in confusion. (Brother whats going between you and Y/n?)

"¿Qué quieres decir?" Gavi said (What do you mean?)

"Quiero decir que ustedes som amigos cercanos, pero ¿alguna vez has pensado en ella de una manera romántica?" Pedri wondered. (I mean you two are pretty close right? Have you ever thought about her in a romantic way?)

"Uh, no, nunca he pensado en ella de esa manera." Gavi said focused on the game. (Uh, no, I've never thought about her in that way.)

¿Por qué preguntas?" Gavi asked. (Why'd you ask?)

"Damas." (Just because.)Pedri shrugged, mentally slapping Gavi on how dumb he could be. How could he not realize Y/n was practically inlove with him.

She would die for him, she would kill for him, she would go to hell for him. The love she had for him was noticable to the blind eye. The problem was Gavi was blind and couldn't see a good thing that was infront of him.

Pedri just hoped that Gavi would realize his feelings for her before some other guy came and took her from him.

They arrived to the apartments both Gavi and Y/n exiting the car saying their goodbyes to Pedri. Entering the building

"¿Qué te parece?" (What do you think?) Y/n asked Gavi, "Creo que es agradable, tenía una buena vista para ver la puesta de sol, ¿todavía te gusta verlos?" (I think its nice, it has a good view to watch sunsets. You still like to watch them?)

"Claro, si consigo este apartamento, ¿vendrás a verlos conmigo?" Y/n asked Gavi. (Of course, if I do get this apartment will you watch them with me?)

Back at home in Sevilla, watching the sunsets on the rooftop of her house was a regular occurrence between Y/n and Gavi.

It was there thing, something no one could take from them, it was their own personal bubble, that helped them forget from their worries.

"Por supuesto, sabes que no puedo decirte que no, nena." Gavi said kissing her forehead. (Of course, you know I can't say no to you.)

Y/n's chest tightened at the action, she knew it was only a interaction between friends. But what if it could be something more. It felt like something more.

She pushed the thoughts aside not wanting to be delusional over some harmless kiss. She knew she was in love with him she has been for a while now.

It was her 18th birthday, Gavi had flown to Sevilla to celebrate it with her. Her parents were away for business so she was alone.

He planned a little dinner with his family and her considering how much his parents loved Y/n and how close she and Aurora were.

"¡Feliz cumpleaños a ti!" (Happy birthday to you!) They sung to her as she was standing behind the cake, applauding as the song died down.

How thankful she was to atleast be spending it with people she loves and not alone, and she owed thanks to Gavi for throwing this for her.

"¡Oh, hija, no te preocupes, es tu cumpleaños, no deberías tener que ayudarme a limpiar!" Belen exclaimed, (Oh! Don't worry about it, its your birthday you shouldn't be helping me clean up!)

"¡En todo caso, debería ser Aurora y Pablo ayudándome a mí, no a ti!" (If anything it should be Pablo and Aurora helping me) She said looking out the window seeing them sitting down laughing outside.

"Entonces, Pablito y tú, ¿no pasa nada entre vosotros?" (So has nothing happened between you and Pablo?) Belen asked sitting down the plate she was cleaning. It caught you off by surprise. "Mande?" Y/n asked. (Pardon?)

"Oh, ya sabes, ¿habéis estado pegados el uno al otro durante muchos años, no ha pasado nada entre ustedes dos?" Belen asked. (Oh you know, you two have been joint to the hip all these years, nothing has happened between you?)

"No ha pasado nada entre nosotros, nunca pensé en él de esa manera". She laughed awkwardly. (No nothings happened between us, I've never thought about him that way.)

"Mira mi amor, veo la forma en que lo miras, y mi hijo debe ser tonto para no darse cuenta". Belen laughed, taking your hand. (Look my love, I see the way you look at him, and if my son must be dumb not to realize.)

"Pero lo que no parece darse cuenta es que la chica de sus sueños ha estado frente a él todo este tiempo, Y no me encantaría nada más que tenerte como mi nuera, siempre le dije a tu madre que tú y Pablito se casarían" (But what I can't seem to understand is that the girl of his dreams has been in front of him all along, and I wouldn't love anything more than to call you my daughter in law, I always told your mother you and Pablo would get married)

Y/n stared at her in shock, how did Belen realize that Y/n was inlove with Gavi before she even did. "Belén, me ha gustado desde hace algún tiempo, pero no creo que nunca me vea de esa manera, me refiero a las chicas constantes a su alrededor que no las comparo, son hermosas y yo..." Y/n said stopping Belen pulling her in for a hug, (Belen I have liked him for some time now, but I don't think nothing is going to happen, I mean look at the girl's constantly throwing themselves at him, they're beautiful and I-)

"Cariño, no te compares con ellas, has estado aquí para él desde su nacimiento, fuiste su primer fan desde que comenzó a jugar al fútbol, eres hermosa e inteligente y si no puede ver eso va a perder a alguien tan especial." Belen said, hugging you tigther. (Darling don't compare yourself to them, you have been here since his birth, you were his first fan when he began soccer, you are beautiful and smart and if he can't see that then's he's going to loose someone special.)

Gavi walked in looking for you, growing worried seeing his mother hug you "¿Que paso?" (What happened?)Gavi asked. (Nada, cariño, no te preocupes". (Nothing, darling, don't worry about it.) Belen said pulling away ushering both you and Gavi out the kitchen.

"Ven a ver la puesta de sol". Gavi said taking your hand, leading you to the roof. (Come see the sunset)

"Entonces, ¿de qué estabais hablando mi madre y tú, se trataba de un chico?" Gavi asked raising his eyebrows. (So what were you and your mom talking about? Was it over a boy?)

Y/n laughed, "Uh, no, solo le estaba agradeciendo a tu madre por hoy." (Uh no I was just thanking your mother for today)

"¡Oye, en caso de que olvidaras que fui yo quien preparó esto para ti, así que me merezco el agradecimiento!" Gavi said in a sarcastic tone. (Hey! Incase you forgot I planned this I deserve the thanking!)

"Gracias Pablito, ¿cómo se siente para que ya soy mayor que tú?" Y/n laughed, messing his hair up. (Thank you Pablo, how does it feel knowing I'm older than you?)

"De nada, nena, tu mereces lo mejor. Y solo eres dos meses mayor que yo!" Gavi laughed laying his head on her shoulder. (Your welcome, and you're only two months older than me!)

Her heart exploded, it was the first time they did this but ever since the conversation with Belen a couple minutes ago she saw every little interaction different. When he took her hand to lead her to the roof, she felt the electricity through her body, and now she didn't know what to think.

"Te amo Pablito." Y/n sighed (I love you Pablo)

"Yo tambièn" Gavi said, Y/n sighed (Me too) knowing he didn't mean it the way she did, he would probably never mean it the way she did.

She couldn't tell him the fear of loosing him overpowered her love, she would rather loose him to some other girl, than lose his friendship. She was willing to risk her heart for him, just so she wouldn't have to say goodbye.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

It had been a month and you have officially moved to Barcelona, it had only been a couple days. And you were still unpacking boxes, Gavi, Pedri, and Alejandro came over to help you unpack, the rest of your stuff.

You were in your room with Pedri, unpacking and setting up stuff in silence listening to music,

"Y/n, ¿se lo has dicho a Gavi?" Pedri broke the silence. (Y/n have you told Gavi)

"¿Perdón?" You take your airpod off, looking back at him. (Excuse me?)

"Sabes a lo que me refiero, ¿le has dicho que te gusta o... que estás enamorado de él?" Pedri asked. (You know what I mean, have you told him you like him or...that you're in love with him?)

"¿Qué estás loco? ¡No estoy enamorado de él!" You said quickly turing back to putting more clothes in the closet. (What are you crazy? I'm not inlove with him!)

"No te hagas el tonto, es obvio que lo haces, él no puede verlo porque es tonto, pero todo lo que necesita es un pequeño empujón y si se lo dices entonces..." Pedri rambled. (Don't play dumb, it's obvious he can't see it because he's dumb, but all he needs is a little push.)

"No, no puedo decírselo, tienes razón, lo amo, me di cuenta en mi cumpleaños, pero no puedo perder a mi mejor amigo Pedri." (No I can't tell him, you're right i do love him I realize the day of my birthday but I can't loose my bestfriend Pedri) She sighed turning to face him sitting on the bed, Pedri sitting next to her. "Tengo miedo porque ¿y si él no me quiere y arruino la amistad?" (I'm scared, and if he doesn't love me and I end up ruining the friendship?)

"Nena, no hay duda de que no te quiere". Pedri said. (I don't doubt that he doesn't love you.)

"¿Y cómo lo sabes, te lo ha dicho alguna vez? Pedri, prefiero verlo enamorarse de otra persona que perderlo, perderlo a otra chica me dolería menos, que yo perderlo porque no me ama." A little tear fell past your lashes and onto your palm. (And how do you know that, has he ever told you? Pedri I prefer loosing him to someone else than loosing him, I prefer loosing him to another girl it would hurt me less than loosing him because he doesn't love me.)

Pedri leaned and hugged you,

"Está bien, nena, el te ama, confía en mí, nunca sabrás si no se lo dices, y si no lo hace, entonces es más tonto de lo que pensé." Pedri comforted you. (Its ok, he loves you trust me, you'll never know if you don't do it, if he doesn't he's more of an idiot than I thought.)

"No quiero perderlo". You sniffed, wiping the tear away. (I don't want to loose him.)

The door slowly opened Gavi standing on the other side, "Oh, lo siento, no quise interrumpir". (Oh i'm sorry I didn't mean to interrupt.) Gavi said going to close the door, "Hermano Y/n quiere decirte algo". Pedri blurted out. (Brother, Y/n has something to tell you.)

Your head turned to face him, eyes wide slowly shaking your head, "Está bien, confía en mí". (Its ok trust me.) Pedri said calming you down, he stood up making his way out stopping to look at Gavi.

"No jodas esto, por favor". He said walking out yelling for Alejandro. (Don't fuck this up, please.)

"¿Qué pasa, nena?" He asked sitting beside you. (Whats up?)

"Uh, no quería decírtelo de inmediato, pero Pedri me lo aseguró, escucha, Pablo". You began. (Uh I didn't want to tell you so soon, but Pedri assured me it would be fine, listen Pablo.)

"¿Pablo? Nunca me llamas por mi nombre real, esto debe ser serio". (Pablo? You never call me by my real name this must be serious.) Pablo laughed, his laughter fading as he saw your face all serious, "¿Que pasa?" (Whats wrong?)

"Nunca me di cuenta hasta que tu madre lo señaló, cómo te miré y cómo me hiciste sentir". Pablo stared at you confused not knowing where you were going with this. (I didn't realize until your mom pointed it out, how I look at you, how you make me feel.)

"Me haces sentir feliz más de lo que algunos de mis ex me han hecho sentir, me cuidas y me ayudas a sentirme segura." (You make me happier than any of my exes have made me feel, you help me feel safe.)

"¿A dónde vas con esto?" Gavi asked, still not grasping the purpose of this conversation. (Where are you going with this?)

"Pablo, te amo, lo conozco desde mi cumpleaños desde-" (Pablo I've been in love with you since my birthday.)

"¿Qué estás loca?" Gavi asked. (What? Are you crazy?)

"Que?" You asked taken back by his response. (What?)

"No puedes estar enamorada de mí si solo somos amigos, eso es todo lo que hemos sido, tal vez estés confundida." Gavi said looking at you. (No you can't be inlove with me we're just friends, thats all we've ever been, maybe you're just confused.)

"No estoy confundida, tu madre me ayudó a darme cuenta, estoy enamorado de ti y-" (No I'm not confused, your mother helped me realize that i'm in love with y-)

"Mi mama?" Gavi asked. "Mira Y/n, no sé lo que te dijeron mi madre o Pedri, pero lo siento, no te amo como tu me amas, solo te he visto como un amiga." (Look y/n I don't know what my mom or Pedri told you but I'm sorry I don't love you like you do I've only see you as a friend.)

"Tal vez solo estés confundida por tus sentimientos, tal vez hacer un movimiento tan grande a Barcelona te confundió, no puedes amarme, quiero decir, somos mejores amigos". Gavi tried explaining to you, grabbing your hand. (Maybe you're just confused, maybe making a move that big to Barcelona confused you, you can't love me I mean we're best friends.)

You pulled away, "¿Cómo puedes decirme eso? ¿Cómo puedes descartar mis sentimientos de esa manera? Pablo, te amo!" (How can you say that to me? How can you just dismiss my feelings like that?)

"No te amo, lo siento, tengo que irme." (I don't love you, i'm sorry, i have to go) Gavi stood up, "Espera, Pablo, por favor, no te vayas." (Wait Pablo, Please don't leave) Tears began to fall from your eyes, he couldn't stand seeing you cry because of him, he felt guilty for not loving you back.

But he couldn't force himself to love you, I mean he didn't need distractions in his life he wanted to focus on soccer, and loving you/having a girlfriend wasn't part of the plan.

He hated causing you pain but, it was for the best, he walked out the door. He walked out of your life leaving you a mess on the floor crying.

This is why you didn't want to tell him, you didn't want to loose him but in the end you did.

You took out your phone and began to dial Pedri, "Entonces, ¿cómo te fue?" (So how'd it go?) Pedri asked excitedly, the sobs coming out, his face falling into a frown on the other side of the phone. "Ese hijo de puta." Pedri sighed. (That son of a bitch.)

"Voy pa tu casa." (I'm going to your house.)

He arrived, opening the door, "Sabes que es peligroso dejar la puerta abierta". (Do you know how dangerous it is to leave your door unlocked?) He laughed, walking into the living room, his heart broke at the sight.

You were curled into a ball on the couch, mascara running down your face, he sat next to you pulling you into him.

"¡Te dije que esto pasaría, te dije que lo perdería!" You cried out. (I told you this would happen! I told you I would loose him!)

"Lo siento, y/n te mereces algo mejor, es tonto, tal vez entre en razón". He tried reassuring you. (I'm sorry Y/n you deserve something better, maybe he'll realize later.)

"No, no lo hará, deberías haber estado allí, dijo que no me ama, nunca debería habérselo dicho". You sobbed clining onto him. (No, he won't you should have been there, he told me he didn't love me, I should have never told him.)

"Es tonto, es tan jodidamente estúpido por no darse cuenta de que tú eres el indicado para él, es tan jodidamente estúpido". He repeated, trying to calm you down, trying to make you fall asleep. (He's so fucking stupid, for not realizing you're the one for him, he's so fucking stupid)

And you did, you fell asleep in his arms heartbroken at the fact you had just lost your bestfriend just because you couldn't keep your feelings to yourself.

and you hated yourself for it.

[lovesuhng]

LOVESUHNG'S WORKS

Fanfictions

"are you two a couple?" (en) / fluff, fake dating, best friends to lovers, mutual pining "when a random guy from tiktok ask if you and johnny are a couple"

lugar favorito (pt-br) / fluff, br! au, friends to lovers "johnny encontra um jeito de animar a melhor amiga: a leva para o seu lugar favorito. mas o que acontece quando ela fala qual é o lugar favorito dela?"

inseparável amigo (pt-br) / angst, fluff, friends to strangers to ? "johnny era seu melhor amigo e amor platônico durante os tempos do colégio, mas partiu sem ao menos se despedir. 10 anos depois, vocês se reencontram na reunião da turma de 2013. será que você ainda sente o mesmo em relação ao seu ex-melhor amigo?"

inseparable friend (en) / angst, fluff, friends to strangers to ? "johnny was your best friend and platonic love during his high school days, but he left without even saying goodbye. 10 years later, you meet again at the class of 2013 reunion. do you still feel the same way about your former best friend? how about giving him another chance?"

toma conta de mim (pt-br) / fluff, br! au, amizade colorida "um forrózinho não faz mal a ninguém não é? inclusive, ele pode até ajudar naquele chove e não molha com o seu amigo."

vinhos e confissões (pt-br) / fluff, um pouco sugestivo, friends to lovers "no meio de uma noite de vinhos, seu amigo deixa bem claro o porquê de nenhum dos dates dele darem certo"

wines and confessions (en) / fluff, a little bit sugestive, friends to lovers "in the middle of a drinking some wine, your friend makes it very clear why none of his dates work out"

wines and confessions (en) / fluff, suggestive, established relationship "once friends, now a couple and more united than ever."

bésame sin miedo (pt-br) / fluff, friends to lovers "o dia do show do rbd tinha chegado e resolveu de última hora levar seu melhor com você. mas, ao invés de realizar apenas um sonho, você acabou realizando dois."

fake (pt-br) / fluff, fake dating, strangers to friends to lovers "para que os pais parassem de perguntar quando ele iria começar a namorar, Johnny acabou dizendo que tinha uma namorada, o que era mentira, mas bendita hora que o professor pediu para que ele te ajudasse em um projeto da universidade."

fake (en) / fluff, fake dating, strangers to friends to lovers

umbrella and hot chocolate (en) / fluff, neighbors to ?

flor (pt-br) / fluff, pai!johnny x professora!leitora

(re)começo (pt-br) / fluff, strangers to?

start over (en) / fluff, strangers to?

favorite place (en) / fluff, friends to lovers

3x1 (pt-br) / um pouco fluff, tem uma pegação, johnny professor de escolinha de futebol x leitora mãe solteira

vocês são um casal? (pt-br) / fluff, friends to lovers, fake dating

noite passada (pt-br)/ friends to lovers, um pouco sugestivo, menção de sexo alcoolizado, menção do johnny ser grande

last night (en) / friends to lovers, a little suggestive, mention of drunk sex, mention of johnny being big

amor (pt-br) / friends to lovers, fluff

love (en) / friends to lovers, fluff

palavras bêbadas, pensamentos sóbrios (pt-br) / friends to lovers, fluff

bla bla bla (pt-br) / fluff, established relationship

inimigos (?) (pt-br) / enemies to ?, bad boy! johnny

enemies (?) (en) / enemies to ?, bad boy! johnny

borboletas no estômago (pt-br) / fluff, br! au, friends to lovers "jaemin, seu melhor amigo, decide espionar o seu primeiro encontro."

glossy lips (pt-br) / fluff, best friends to lovers, mutual pining "seu protetor labial tinha acabado e você pede o do seu amigo emprestado, mas acaba tendo uma surpresa quando ele decide manter seus lábios hidratados."

glossy lips (en) / fluff, best friends to lovers, mutual pining "your lip balm had run out and you ask to borrow your friend’s, but you end up in for a surprise when he decides to keep your lips moisturized."

marombeiro favorito (pt-br) / fluff, strangers to ? "jaemin, um dos frequentadores assíduos da academia, resolve te ajudar nos treinos. você não vai recusar, né?"

amada (pt-br) / fluff, um pouco sugestivo, friends to lovers você sempre foi insegura com algumas coisas, incluindo o seu corpo, mas seu melhor amigo vai fazer você se sentir a mulher mais linda e, principalmente, amada.

loved (en) / fluff, slightly suggestive, friends to lovers you have always been insecure about some things, including your body, but your best friend is going to make you feel like the most beautiful woman and, above all, loved.

pink pen (en) / fluff, strangers to ?

mania (pt-br) / fluff, friends to lovers

habit (en) / fluff, friends to lovers

garotão (pt-br) / fluff, strangers to lovers

honestly (pt-br) / angst, tem uma traição, jaemin é um idiota, mas se arrepende

see you later (en) / fluff, a little bit of angst, childhood friends to lovers "your best friend mark comes to graduation carrying watermelon just to make you laugh and not sad cause he’ll continue his studies abroad after graduation, there’s no one knows that you fell first but mark fell harder."

melhor presente (pt-br) / fluff, br! au "só seu namorado chenle te mimando com presentinhos"

valeu, vizinho (pt-br) / fluff, neighbors to ? "seu vizinho te ajuda numa situação desagradável e você ganha um novo amigo (ou até algo a mais)"

thanks, neighbor (en) / fluff, neighbors to ? "your neighbor helps you in an unpleasant situation, and you gain a new friend (or maybe something more)."

vasco da gama e nada mais! (pt-br) / fake date, friends to lovers "seu amigo pede para você fingir ser namorada dele como parte de uma plano louco e o seu “date falso” é no jogo do vasco em são januário. talvez você descubra que o plano não era bem o que você imaginava e que seu amigo também ame algo além do gigante da colina."

adeus (pt-br) / angst

pai de primeira viagem (pt-br) / fluff, jeno pai de menina

you've got me confused (pt-br) / um pouco sugestivo, angst

betcha (pt-br) / enemies to lovers

TIMESTAMPS

[16:47]: johnny suh [14:08]: nakamoto yuta [21:48]: mark lee [12:18]: zhong chenle

[fudanshidoublevision]

Double Vision Headcanons.

Caí.

(El nombre real de DV es Vernon así que por lo menos en este caso usaré su nombre real ya que lo quiero humanizar un POCO tan siquiera en estos headcanons que estoy haciendo, solamente en las instancias en donde hablo de Double chiquito, adolescente, aunque sea tremendo hijo del mal y psicópata.)

Double Vision es asiático, o al menos tiene ascendencia asiática, en mi caso para mi Double es filipino. Es hijo de padres inmigrantes que vinieron a Estados Unidos para una mejor oportunidad de trabajo, de vida...etcétera y un mejor futuro para su hijo, que por cierto, dicho trabajo hizo que sus padres no estuvieran presentes en casi todos los aspectos de vida de él pero es gracias a MC en gran parte que ese pequeño detalle es casi ignorado/olvidado.

Double nunca aprendió su lengua materna por desinterés y culpa de sus padres (en mi Headcanon Double nació en Filipinas y fue criado en Estados Unidos), nunca tenían el tiempo o simplemente no creían que fuera algo realmente importante o necesario para que su hijo aprendiera. Vernon esta totalmente desconectado de sus raíces, ni siquiera sabe como decir hola en su “lengua materna” pero si MC es de algún otro país y habla otra lengua, además de Inglés, el estaría estático y te obligaría a que se lo enseñes, de esa manera tener una excusa para pasar más tiempo contigo y ser más íntimo contigo.

Vernon desde pequeño fue muy apegado a MC, eran inseparables en todos los sentidos, nada más porque el literalmente se pegaba a MC como chicle y no quería soltarle. Ya que Double y MC son amigos de la infancia, según el canon del juego, pues es obvio que se conocen desde hace MUCHO tiempo, se podría decir que se conocen mucho antes de que uno de los dos tan siquiera aprendiera a dividir. Lamentablemente es por eso que Double desarrolló un apego ansioso (o desorganizado) y un crush inocente hacia MC hasta convertirse en una obsesión enfermiza. Incluso si MC INTENTABA separarse o alejarse de Double, no funcionaba, ya que a Double le gustan los retos e hizo todo lo posible simplemente para que MC este presente en su vida, no le importa el bienestar de MC o si tan siquiera corresponde a sus sentimientos...

Vernon tiene Limerencia, supongamos que desde la adolescencia (???) o incluso mucho más antes pero pongamosle que desde tenía consciencia de qué significa el “amor” (su concepto de amor es muy peculiar), veo a Double como alguien muy impulsivo y realmente no parece (o querer) tener control sobre sus acciones o pensamientos cuando se trata de MC. Aunque no por eso le gustaría salir lastimado, Double es consciente de sus propios límites así que tampoco se cortaría un dedo o una pierna por MC. (Quisiera decir que Double tiene otros trastornos porque me quiero proyectar en él pero mejor no.)

Independientemente del tipo de relación que MC tenga con Vernon, MC ocupa un lugar importante dentro de su vida...pero eso cambia radicalmente cuando se da cuenta que MC quiere abandonarlo, Double empieza a verte como una posesión en vez de su simple amigo de la infancia con el cual ansiaba ir a la escuela, juntos. (Agarrados de la mano cantando lalalala.)

Supongo que es algo obvio que tiene problemas de abandono, lo cual era más prominente cuando era pequeño. YA LO DIJE pero sus padres realmente nunca estuvieron ahí para el cuando realmente los necesitaba, al no tener a tan siquiera un solo familiar cerca o alguien de confianza en el cual contar, no tuvo más opción (algo que COMPLETAMENTE le encantó) que pegarse a MC como una garrapata. Ya que tiene un certificado en manipulación, estoy 100% seguro de que este jóven ha usado viles mentiras para hacer que MC se aleje de personas que querían “arrebatar” a MC de él o incluso peor, creó rumores y mentiras sobre MC para alejar a todos de MC, imagínense que este HIJO DEL MAL lo haya hecho en la secundaria, la reputación de MC se iría por el caño.

La idea de que algún día MC lo abandonaría fue lo que lo impulsó a ser un certified manipulator™ y villano, básicamente, este hombre no dudaría en usar la vulnerabilidad de MC solamente para que estén a su lado, lo cual me parece triste pero tan real. El peor error de MC fue conocer a Double, LMFAOOOOO.

Esto es más como un Headcanon personal y muy específico pero me gustaría compartirlo acá.

MC llamaba a Double “V” (como un apodo, muy equis), se referían a él de esa manera desde muy pequeños hasta que Double mató a Marsh, ahí fue cuando MC se dió cuenta que todo lo que había sobre Vernon, simplemente ya no existía y es de esa manera que Double Vision vino a quedarse y apoderarse del cascarón que alguna vez fue V.

[gumballavocadoharry]

A boy's best friend; Jack chambers:

*Mentions of abuse, trauma but also, EXTREME FLUFF!!!!*

*Also the lullaby is a real song from the 50's by a group called, The Spaniels.*

Jack's finger; wrapped in a gentle grip in Roger's mini hand. His soft green orbs staring into Jack's matching ones. Roger's little limp body wrapped in his thick cotton teddy bear quilt Alice knitted. It sprawled across Jack's arms; the crook of it pinching the tiny edges. Small gurgles pecked from Roger's gummy mouth; Jack gently rocking his little baby boy, cooing and whispering sweet gentle things.

"Who's my little teddy bear? You are! Who's a little baby bear? You are!" Roger's dimples eroded for his father's happiness. Soon, Roger was fast asleep in his father's arms; small snoozes whistling through his slightly ajar lips. Jack couldn't help but take a mental picture of the beautiful baby he privileged holding. He planted a light kiss on Roger's cheek before taking him to his crib and calling it a night. "Goodnight sweet prince....I love you."

That was just the beginning of an imperishable relationship between Jack and Roger. Stroller rides to the playground, fresh baked cookies made by Jack, dipped in milk pooling around in Roger's sippy cup, dancing along in the living room, hand in hand to one of Jack's records that spun to every drum beat. Bath time songs about getting clean, bedtime cuddles while anticipating the last adventure of 'Teddy McStuffins' that Jack made sound so exciting. And then the warm cloak of quilts brazing over Roger's little body, inviting the sweet warm goodnight kiss to be pressed onto his forehead like a ticket to a train ride of sweet dreams.

"Goodnight my teddy bear, I love you." The words tickled inside Roger, flushing a warm gush of love to river through him. But it was different now. Rod and Mick were Roger's buddies, his ride or dies. The three amigos were inseparable; pulling pranks, hanging out at the corner almost everyday after school, riding bikes around town and meeting up with Mick's sister and her friends who attracted the eyes of the young boys. Jack could even admit that Roger's friends reminded him of his gang around that age, but the sting still singed inside of Jack's chest. The scalding realization that he wasn't as special to his 'little buddy' anymore slaughtered him.

Jack had came through the door, smelling the seasoned scent of casserole filling through the downstairs entirely. He had taken a deep breath in from the unsparing day at the office; Frank walked with gritted teeth, training a new intern who seemed to care less about his job. He stayed stable with his senior employees, but the tense feeling still pinched tightly through the day and echoed through the office. The drive home was a flicker of street lights through the freeway and into the city.

Jack's mind puttered between work and dinner; his agonizing hunger gnawed at him the more his hands clutched the steering wheel. The only glimmer that seared through the caustic thoughts was a mental imagine of a game of catch with Roger and baking cookies with Susan. It sent a smile to his face, eyes glittering with love wanting more than anything to be home. Greeting Susan at the door with a chintzy coo: "Hey baby girl, I'm home!" Susan ran into her father's arms, receiving kiss after kiss on her rosy cheeks. "Oh I missed you so much! You, mommy and Roger!"

Susan pulled away, eyebrow arched a little. "Mommy?" Jack chuckled, cheeks tinting a blossom color, "Sorry, I guess it's just a habit from when you were little...." He fluffed Susan's hair, swishing her blonde coat from her dainty shoulders. Jack took in his daughter's full features: those deep dimples that poked even without a smile, those baby girl eyes that puffed sophomoric little orbs and those ginger pink lips; small and poppet.

He scanned the living room, searching for his chocolate headed boy. As Jack expanded himself through the living room, he found Roger writing at the kitchen bar, eyes focused on whatever he was jotting down. A warm jab cut through him; a sensation of special adoration pinging through him for his youngest, most fragile of the Chambers clan. It moved Jack to Roger, cupping him into his arms and pressing a sound smooch to his cheek. Jack was too clouded to recognize Roger's little disgruntled face: scrunched and furrowed.

"Hello, my little guy, daddy missed you today!" Jack cooed, rubbing his cheek against Roger's. Roger swallowed hard before pinching on a plastic smile and reciprocating Jack's sweetness, but with his own bittersweet. Alice couldn't shut the beam off her smile seeing Jack be so affectionate towards their children. "Hungry?" She cuddled up into Jack's side, placing a lipstick kiss to his cheek. Jack blushes and loosened the tie around his collar. He kissed back, allowing traces of Alice's ebony red to trace his lips. 

Jack soon entranced himself in the smell of casserole that sighed through the kitchen. The family joined for dinner and small talk around the table. Jack had sealed in a planned date with Susan; a weekend for baking cookies, working in the garden and a countryside bike ride. Jack, with a silent grin, turned to Roger, about to ask what his plans would be for the evening when: "Hey, Mom and Dad? Can I go with Rod and Mick to the game on Sunday?" Jack bit his lip, looking to Alice, who nodded her head. "I think so, Jack?" Jack swallowed his bite, and nodded,

"Sure Champ."

Jack sat on the bed bench, fiddling his fingers together, waiting for Alice to finish rolling the last curler into her hair. Jack's eyes, droopy laid themselves to Alice who pranced out of their bathroom, bouncing in her silky lavender lingerie. "Coming to bed?" Jack tilted his head, "Yeah, I'm just gonna grab something to drink." Alice watched her husband promenade out of the door and tiptoe through the hall. Maybe from habit, Jack thought, he carefully peeked through the doors of his children's bedroom.

Susan was curled up; her back turned to the door. She was wrapping a hug around her little kitty doll that she would press against her cheek every night for a blanket of comfort. Jack couldn't help but let a dimply smile lift through his cheeks. He whispered an inaudible "Sweet dreams," before closing the door back.

Jack looked into Roger's room, seeing the little boy dangle off the side of his mattress; teddy bear had been dropped on the floor and Roger's snores were next to whispers. Jack didn't hesitate to carefully sneak inside and move Roger into a regular upright position and tuck his teddy next to him. Before draping the covers over his little body, Jack kissed his forehead. He let his fingers lift a loose tuft of hair from Roger's face, skating quietly through his skin.

Roger's eyes peeked a crack before shutting themselves again. Once his father's footsteps were out of the room, a smirk appeared so sneakily. He felt every warm touch that Jack planted. It soothed him more than he would ever admit.

Jack sat downstairs eating away on orange juice and some potato chips. The light of the television flickered through every commercial till eventually, static. The TV signal had turned off for the night so that meant Jack needed too as well. But he couldn't. One nagging thought pecked at his brain like fingers to a scab. I'm overreacting he thought. But no matter what he did to reassure himself that your mind can play tricks, Jack still couldn't seem to get a satisfying redeem.

He's growing up, he needs his space. He'll come around when he's ready. We still are best buddies..... right?

The words stomped loudly through Jack. Susan was more than willing to spend time with her old man, but Roger...no....no he made new friends....Mick and Rod. They just need to get acquainted. Jack just couldn't peer into his mind for all those moments he begged his father for a game of catch or when it did happen, his father would come at him hostile, full of angst leading to an argument and tempers flaring. Those painful memories of David, smacking Jack around for 'backtalk' when Jack insisted on starting a conversation, those angry words being yelled when Jack would make a mistake.

'Stupid' and 'bastard' were tattooed on his head every time Jack would wake up, walk around and lie down. One time, Jack decided that affection would possibly cheer David up after a harsh day at the factory. Jack assumed the best when he planted a peck to his cheek only to be back handed so hard that Jack could remember the flickering lights on the kitchen floor. It was his consciousness fading in and out he found out when a few minutes later, his eyes opened and nothing had changed. The smell of wax stung into his nostrils once he lifted himself up and limped to his room.

No wonder Jack wanted something better for his children. Jack moved his hand upon realizing something wet had spotted it. He sniffled and swatted tears away before rustling upstairs to his bedroom. Jack reserved any memories of his parents for the sake of his mental health. Even Alice only knew remnants of what Jack told her.

One particular Sunday evening while Jack was helping prepare the pasta salad, Alice had brought up David wanting to visit the house for the weekend. Jack's eyes; calm and steady turned threatened and fierce. "That man is to never so much step a toenail onto our curb, let alone the house! I don't ever want him near the children!" Jack's voice was gritted through his teeth. His grip on the knife tightened along with the tranquility of the house.

A stunned silence leaving Alice, Roger and Susan to give each other confused looks while Jack just studied his knife board and the chopped up carrots on it. Dessert was later served with an explanation and an apology from Jack. 

Jack snuck up the stairs, quietly sneaking back into his bed next to a sleeping Alice. Jack's eyes stood open and active. His mind raced through the memories of David and it overloaded him to a sluggish awake. Jack dug through his mind to think of something more blithe and glee. Susan and Roger swinging at the park, Roger's toothless smile sucking on his ice cream cone, Susan in her princess dress dancing through the kitchen.

Those happy memories clouded one after another like a picture show. They brought serene to Jack. Susan; their little daddy and daughter date scheduled for Saturday. It made Jack glisten inside with fuzziness. Roger; his baseball game with friends. What Jack would've made into his and Roger's day: tickets to the game stashed away in his wallet, a pizza dinner afterwards and ice cream for dessert. Jack didn't realize he was smiling until his face dropped upon realizing that it wouldn't happen. His days of bonding with his boy were numbering. At least, that's what he thought.

Jack could feel the strings in his gut tighten. He could still feel the soft new skin of Roger's cheek pressing against his own. His arms wrapped around his baby tucked away and swaddled in this little burrito. The little boy he prayed for, the baby he wanted more than any career, any bachelor lifestyle that was in his reach...it would mean nothing if he couldn't grasp the one important piece of his life that could change everything for the better. He couldn't just let it slip from his grasp like silk from glass. So he wouldn't. Jack sealed the night with a vow to never let it go.

It would be too late for him and David, but for him and Roger....a different story. Jack slowly closed his eyes, dreaming of a fresh page for him and Roger. One Sunday couldn't cram all the buckets of adoration he had for him. But everyday could be a possibility. 

The faint grunting hum of Dean's lawnmower trimming his lawn was like an anthem for 'good morning'. Jack rubbed his groggy eyes before tiptoeing downstairs to make breakfast. He decided on surprise pancakes; making them into shapes for everyone. Susan and Alice's was a heart and Roger's would be of a teddy bear. Jack dolled out effort for its button eyes and mouth. To him, it was Roger, innocent and cute yet mischievous if you stared deeper into its eyes.

Susan was the first to wake, coming into the kitchen and smelling the sweet scent of fresh pancakes, stacked on top of each other like books. "Hey baby girl," Jack kissed his daughter's cheek soundly, "I made some pancakes for everyone." The little blonde took a seat at the table, grabbing her fork and slicing through her little flapjacks. "Here you go honey." Jack poured syrup onto Susan's pancakes.

Soon, Alice came down, taking a whiff of the honeyed smell and sat next to Susan. "Oh, aren't these cute! Heart shaped pancakes!" Alice beamed at her husband's creativity. She rewarded him with a kiss to his cheek, letting her thumb edge through his small stubble. Roger, the last little participant was still sound in bed sleeping. Jack had slid Roger's pancakes on his plate before turning the stove off and rushing upstairs to his bedroom. Jack's slippers scratched across the wood, hearing only little coos of Roger's snores from behind his door.

Jack gave a few soft knocks before entering. He could swear his heartbeat speed up to an audible echo. His little boy, sprawled out over the covers, his teddy bear tucked under his arm and his mouth slightly ajar with morning pillow drool cascading from it. Jack took a quick mental picture of this moment before gently rustling his Roger awake. "Wake up my teddy bear, breakfast is ready." His voice had returned to the same cooing gentle bird like tone he religiously used with Roger as an infant.

Jack didn't hesitate to bend down and smother good morning kisses to Roger's face. Something to Roger's chagrin.

"Come on buddy, it's breakfast time." Jack picked Roger up in his arms and decided that he would carry him to the breakfast table. "Does Mr. Teddy wanna come join us?" Roger shook his head, trying to subside a frown from wrinkling his forehead. Jack set Roger down in front of his pancakes; cutting them into little pieces after gouging them in syrup. "That's adorable! Roger's is of a teddy bear!" Susan exclaimed. Roger gritted his teeth and flashed a superficial grin before shoving his mouth full of his breakfast.

"Oh," Jack grabbed a napkin and wiped away the syrup mushed around Roger's mouth. He gave a fatherly smile and rubbed Roger's shoulder. "There you go rogie." Roger didn't respond, just internally grumbled 

The sun shimmered through the patio door. Jack was bright in his work suit; black tie with a gray suit and black loafers. Roger followed behind Susan, wearing his typical good boy clothes that would quickly mislead the common folk of an inverse to his behavior. Jack couldn't help but beam at his children. Looking at the little creations of his heart; once were droplets of dreams and now a vivid colorful reality. Jack looped his hand into Roger's little one while they followed behind Susan to the car. 

Roger just stared down at the grainy crusty pavement of the driveway, not wanting to see his father's cheesy papa lion smile. Roger felt this waver of sarcasm inside when he felt Jack had even allowed him to buckle his own seatbelt. The ride to school was full of Jack's lively chatter. His glances through the rear-view mirror, his eyes full of adoration and adulation. The emerald jade of his irises popped like candy; sugar bubbling on your tongue that puckered sourness and a sweet rush through your mouth.

But Roger just concentrated on the blazing currents of grass taped to the curbs and sidewalks sidelining the street. The stoplight around the corner of the school sent a warm patch stomping through Roger's gut. A pinch of cold gashed through him as his brain would continue to radiate over what he feared.

Validation from Rod and Mick meant more than warm papa bear hugs from Jack.

"I want you both to have a nice day at school," Jack pulled Susan in, pressing a big hummingbird kiss to her cheek. Roger slithered down the mushiness with an eye roll, ignoring the flush feeling in his cheeks. "Roger, your turn," Jack's voice, rosy and coddled while his hand motioned for Roger's goodbye kiss. Roger hesitantly made his way across to the driver's side, where Jack quickly pressed a kiss to Roger's cheek, squishing the other side with his hand. Once Roger pulled away, he grabbed his lunch before running out of the door and towards the front door of the school. Jack saw them off, before putting his bel air into reverse and speeding off to his job.

Jack thought he outdid himself: not letting one precious moment slip away with his little boy. Scanning his card through the door, clocking in and taking a seat at his office was routine for him. But the fresh whiff of the sterile office walls was like ice in lemonade on a summer's day. His documents were laid and stacked on his desk, his typewriter firmly solid on the mahogany wood and the picture of his family stood boldly among the blandness of the engineering work that weighed heavily through the day.

Roger, meanwhile, stuck in his chair, hand slouching against his face while listening to Mr. Pecker go on and on about the boring science project that was due the following month. Roger could feel the inside of his stomach gnawing at the little crumbs of his morning pancakes he had to salvage the resistance of hunger. The clock ticking was deafening; pounding louder and louder against Roger's ears; his fingers patting softly on his desk until.....

Ring!

Roger along with his grade scurried from their classrooms and into the gym. Roger pulled out his sack. He sniffled in the wavering linger of his cheese sandwich with chips, apple juice and his two oatmeal cookies. Upon pulling the sandwich from the foil, a note had fallen into his lap. Roger unfolded it to reveal the sweet message written tenderly inside. Written with such grace as the cursive of the letters were close to perfect. A recognizable signature.....one of his father's. Roger knew it had to be him; memories of Jack signing permission slips and in school detentions slips. 

The note somehow flew into the grasp of Chip Jameson, a fourth grader who was known for class pranks, one of Roger's idols. He read the note loud enough for the entire cafeteria to hear, leaving a conundrum of laughter and teasing looks and glances towards Roger. His table laughed him out of the cafeteria, making Roger finish his lunch in the washroom stall.

The walk home was jittery. Susan, not knowing anything about the lunch time situation, kept pondering what her brother could be so upset about. He was fine this morning?

"Roger.....what's wrong?" Roger stopped in his tracks, handed his sister the note from his lunch that he managed to get from Chip and continued walking straight ahead.

This special lunch is dedicated to my extra special baby bear who loves his cookies! Extra papa bear love today!

Sincerely,

Daddy 

"I'm sure he didn't mean for this to happen Roger..." Roger sighed. "I know..... it's just that.....my reputation hasn't been the best with the guys and so I just wanna impress them. And this is not helping." Susan swallowed and continued walking back to the house. Neither Jack or Alice's car was anywhere in the driveway, so Susan was always tasked with carrying the third of four keys. Roger had his own, but was usually Susan's temporary responsibility on the walk home from school. "Here," Susan unlocked the door, "Why don't I make us a snack?" Roger nodded, allowing a smirk to penetrate.

Susan grabbed a few cookies from the jar with two glasses of milk. "Thanks," Roger grabbed his half as the two settled into the living room for TV time. Susan snacked on her Oreo's while multitasking between the TV and her homework. Roger stared through the TV rather than at it. Shoving soggy, milky Oreo after Oreo into his mouth, leaving traces of black crumbs around his mouth.

"Roger, don't forget about your homework." Roger grabbed his science book and notebook; studying through the pages of butterflies that he was supposed to hypothesize in his notes. The sound of the car pulling into the driveway purred through the living room just as Roger and Susan had finished their homework and chores. Alice flew into the house holding two large pizzas. "I'm so sorry kids-" Alice sat the pizza down on the counter, "I was out all morning running errands.... good thing your father made those pancakes, kept me full until now."

Susan would just stare and admire the small strands of blonde that would fly every time a slight breeze would trickle her face. The small beads of sweat still didn't dew or blotch her mascara and eyeliner or the dark magenta lipstick she had put on just before she left the house. Susan loved how Alice dolled herself up, affectionately whenever stepping out in public. The navy blue dress flowed like a curtain against the air as her the clicking of her sliver heels ran from one end of the kitchen to the other, gathering everyone's plates and drinks. Once settled, Alice slicked her long hair back and tied it back into a bun before wrapping her children in warm hugs. "Hello ducklings!" She pressed kisses to both of their foreheads before fluffing her dress out again.

Jack rang through the door, setting his suitcase down and stripping off his suit jacket. "Daddy!" Susan jumped into a hug with Jack, letting him smother her face with kisses. Roger's shoulders gained tension. Like thick rocks had been dropped onto them, becoming stiff and heavy. His legs could only stand a few places behind his sister, watching their father give his affection to her and Susan welcoming it with such keenness. Roger's blood spiked when he noticed Jack's eyes meet his own. "Roger! How was your day?!" Jack came towards Roger, using his arms to pick him up over his head before coupling him into a side hug and smooching his face all over. "Did you get my note?"

Roger's plastic smile reared, sucking in every bitter aftertaste of what had happened. "Yeah....I got the note." So did everyone else he thought.

Dinner for Roger was a delicious pepperoni and mushroom filled charm. Sipping his iced tea, washing down the warm gooey taste of cheese felt like the center of a heated caramel cream candy he loved. Five slices of pizza later, his belly was stuffed. "Here comes Master Chief, plummeting through the fields, Arton! Prepare for battle, prepare for-"

"Hey rogie bear, just popping in to check on you.....whatcha doing?" Roger held up his action figures. "Well, guess what's on TV right now?" Roger's curiosity pecked him. Jack ushered him downstairs. A sudden gripe of excitement punctured through him, a hopeful thought of an action movie or a drama mystery. Maybe that new alien sci-fi movie that all the seniors were raving about. Maybe it would be 'The Blob'? Coming downstairs, Roger saw cartoon flashes of puppets, a woman sitting in the middle of the room on the carpet with millions of puppets and kids around her.

His eyes squinted and mouth ajar. "What's this?" "The Adventures Of Captain Caterpillar!" Jack grabbed a stunned Roger's hand and led him to the couch. He wrapped a blanket around both of them while cuddling Roger in his arms wearing the same papa bear smile. Roger's cheeks were stained red, flushed with this peach rose complexion. Roger would occasionally glance up to Jack's little singing voice, tuning along with the silly dandle songs the caterpillar would blare loudly while dancing around with his lanky friends.

The cringe riveted through Roger everytime some baby nursling song would pop out out of nowhere through the black mouths of some puppet. Finally the movie ended, and so did the tight cosset hug from Jack. "That was such a good movie! What was your favorite song?" Roger racked his mind, "Uh, the one about the kitten and turtle taking turns," 

"That was such a cute one! Mine was the sharing one with Barnaby the mouse and Cynthia the pelican." Roger thought for sure Jack's screws were loose. He could never be entertained by something of this nature anymore. Roger made small talk before goose stomping himself up to his room. He dropped on his bed in total mortification. He was aghast to have even been able to sit through the entire thing!

His internal moaning didn't last as a knock on a door interrupted his moment. "Hey baby, it's beddie by time." Jack cooed. He invited himself in with a book in his hands: The Bedtime Wish Of Mr. Lemur.

Roger's mouth stood open once his eyes zeroed in on the pasty blue cover. Jack took a seat on the bed and patted the right side of it, ushering Roger to join him. "This is a story of a wise old lemur, who enjoys a good bedtime story even in his old age." Jack read the first few pages before Roger decided to peek over, accidentally slicing his finger against the sharp edge of the paper. "Ouch! Paper cut," he soothed his pointer in his mouth, "Oh, hold still rogie," Jack kissed Roger's finger, "there all better."

Jack finished the story, allowing Roger to get into his Pj's before tucking him into bed. "Goodnight my Mr. Man, sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite." Roger could only let Jack's puckering lips press against his forehead. 

Once the lights were shut off for the night, Roger's mind was still awake. It raced through Jack pampering him and swaddling him in this cocoon. Unbreakable, unable to free himself from his father's dominating love. It swallowed him at every corner, abashing his chances at a fair impression for newcomers, Rod and Mick. It chided him. Bore into him, like teeth to a cob.

But even he couldn't expect the overattentive attention that he could receive by morning. In his eyes, it was a would be a new school day, a bright chance and a resumption of himself for the third grade.

Oh, Jack sure was proud of himself. His energy didn't die until two in the morning and by then, he had knitted two sweaters for his children for those chilly fall months. A flower one for Susan and a teddy bear one for Roger. He made matching hats for them as well and made the innocent choice of a teddy bear sweater for himself to match Roger's with the idea of being a pair. 

As predicted, spring always brought warm sunny days with lulling breezes and sparkly neon flowers and other days were chilly and gray with a somber shadow looming over everything. Today was a mixture, chilly but sunny. Jack practically forced Roger to wear his new sweater, but he didn't expect the nasty surprise that awaited him after school.

While all the other kids rushed out, Roger stared to dart out after being questioned and teased for the "ugly teddy bear sweater" as he called it, he saw the same bright blue sweater hugging onto someone else. A taller lanky figure, coming closer he found it to be Jack. Roger frozen in place, his face blushing a bright blossom color mixed with coconut white in a pasty shade of fear. Kids snickered and giggled when they noticed the matching attire between father and son.

"Rogie! Come on down baby!" Roger did a walk of shame down the stone steps, slithering through the judgment of everyone and incidentally into Jack's arms. "Teddy Bear hug for my teddy bear!" A mortified Roger had little choice, but to bury his face into Jack's torso to shelter his eyes from any silly looks or bolstering laughs from everyone who watched this horror show. Jack walked hand in hand with Roger and Susan on the way home, chatting non-stop about his 'surprises' for the children when they were to arrive home. Roger's expectations were low. In his mind, it could've been anything to a baby swing or a brand new crib just waiting for him to be placed into. 

Susan seemed to indulge in Jack's blabbering about his journey into getting the surprises from the store and how they had to be custom-made from scratch. Susan's eyes grew wide with excitement. Her bippy boppy pigtails bounced the more she skipped with bulging curiosity of what her present could be. Roger, on the other hand, barely made himself noticeable.

When arriving at the house, Jack ran ahead of them, enticing them to close their little eyes while Alice would help escort them inside. Roger's gut grew with some excitement- surely it would have to be pretty big if asked to wait outside with their hands to their eyes. Alice pulled them into the house and yelled "Surprise!" with an ardent rave. Susan opened her eyes first to see a brand new lip gloss kit just for her. It had different shades of pinks and some even had glitter mixed into them. "Oh, thank you so much Mommy and Daddy! I love it! I love it! I love it!" She squealed, jumping up and down before pulling Alice and Jack into a hug.

Roger grew really excited. Susan's pre-adolescent gift was like a preview for his, right?

A giant stuffed beige teddy bear with a propeller beanie cap on its head sat on the couch. Not the skateboard he'd hoped for..... the babyish teddy toy staring right back at him, mocking his childishness with a vigor. Nonetheless, to be polite, Roger wore a plastic smile and thanked Jack and Alice. "And don't forget, these are custom-made! I had Susan's lip glosses made fresh from the counter at the mall. The brand is No7®. And Roger's came from ToysRus®. I had it made specially for him, and had his name inscribed on the bottom of the teddy bear." Roger cringed from being reminded that his 'gift' was from a toy company, while Susan's was from the mall where most adults and teens shopped for their items. Sure, people shopped at ToyRus..... for strollers and cribs along with baby rattles and bottle sets.

Later in the evening, once chores were finished, homework was done and dinner was eaten, Roger was spending the remainder of his night watching Looney Tunes. Jack took a seat next to him, propping a laying Roger's feet into his lap. His fingers gently warmed their way on the soles of his soft little feet. Squishy in Jack's hands. "Did you have a nice day at school?" "Yeah," A short diluted answer. Jack questioned again, "Do you like your teddy bear?" His voice, cooing slightly. "Mmhm." Maybe he's tired, Jack thought to himself. So, he rubbed Roger's feet harder. Only a bit. Even Roger had to agree that Jack's massages were relaxing and that his feet did need the extra attention from the walk home from school.

Jack was gentle and detailed- rubbing to a pattern that would relax Roger's little feet. Once Looney Tunes went off, the familiar twinkle tune theme of The Twilight Zone popped on. Roger's eyes grew bigger, anticipating what would be the mystery of tonight from Rod Sterling. "Oh no, this probably is too scary for you, Rogie," And with that, Jack clicked the television off to a black screen. "It's bedtime anyway now." Roger's internal glare bored through Jack as he settled Roger into his arms for a moment, before setting him down from deciding tonight was not the night his back could withstand the weight of his eight year old.

"Do you know what time it is?" Jack asked, Roger shrugged, "Bath time!" A hot flash spiked up Roger's back and stabbed into his cheeks. Once he saw the ducky bath towel sitting on the counter of the sink among the other bath toys, a sliver of fear eroded in him. Roger returned to the bathroom with just his robe on before getting into the bubbly warm bath water. It felt good against his skin; a serene little moment of peace before the storm. Jack came in, sat to the side with a wash cloth and began to wash Roger's face and body. "We did this all the time when you were a little baby. I would get you all clean and sing you this little bath time song I made up....something called 'Gilly in the tub' or Cleanie time'..... something along those lines." Roger was not impressed... in fact, it wasn't until Jack raised his arm up and cleansed his armpit that he felt the true sting of feeling babied. His open mouth to protest led to a mouthful of soapy bubbly water once Jack had rinsed the cloth and squeezed the water onto Roger's face.

He wrapped Roger in his ducky bath towel and led him to his bedroom to lotion himself and put on his pajamas, while Jack drained the tub. But when Roger went to put on his pajamas, the ones laid out for him were these sky baby blue cloud printed footie type expect without the footie part. Roger raised an eyebrow, he'd never seen these pj's before. Were these missing ones that I had forgotten about? He questioned himself. But once Jack came and explained that they were simply new ones he had gotten that day because of "how cute they looked," he couldn't resist. As if Roger's face wasn't crimson already, he got a duplex nasty surprise when he realized the pj's came with a sleep bonnet and that Jack had bought matching ones himself.

Jack pretty much insisted Roger wear his together with Jack. "And don't forget the bonnet either, baby!" Roger's face brightened into a tomato red, having the bonnet plopped on his while being called a 'baby'. Jack grabbed a book from the shelf and sat on the bed. "Curious George gets a medal." Jack read the story with such animation that he hoped would provoke an honest keen in Roger. But he was still batty with wearing baby cloud pajamas that matched his father's. Once the story was finished, Jack tucked Roger into bed. "I'm not sleepy," Jack raised an eyebrow. "Not sleepy? How about a glass of milk?" Roger nodded.

Jack left the room just Susan entered. All she had to do was take one glance at Roger, then at Jack... before bursting a loud laughter. It furrowed Roger's eyebrows before he hopped out of bed and pushed Susan from his bedroom. "Shut up!" He slammed the door before walking over to his desk with a huge pout on his face. "Hey, what's Susan laughing at?" Jack popped through the doorway, glass of warm milk in one hand and two cookies in the other. "Nothing," Roger shook his and climbed back into bed. Jack set the cookies on the nightstand before tucking Roger in. "Now I don't want you eating and lying down, okay?" Roger nodded.

Jack paused for a moment before gathering a fatherly look in his eye, "How about I sing you a lullaby?" Roger's eyes went wide, "Oh, that's okay.... this milk is gonna hit the spot I think." "Are you sure?" By then, Jack had invited himself on the bed and lifted Roger into his lap. "I have a really good one that I used to sing to you as a baby?" Roger knew he couldn't back out of this one. If his voice cracks.... Thought a close to fed up Roger. "Okay," Hesitant with no free will to decline.

"Well, it's three o'clock in the morning,

Baby, I just can't be here tonight

Well, I hate to leave you, baby

Don't mean maybe, because I love you so

Goodnight, sweetheart, well it's time to go

I hate to leave you, but I really must say

Goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight

Goodnight, sweetheart, well it's time to go

Goodnight, sweetheart, well it's time to go

I hate to leave you, but I really must say

Goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight

Now, the sun might come and the birds

Might hear if I stay here too long

One kiss and we'll part

And you'll be sleeping

You know I hate to see you go

Goodnight, sweetheart goodnight."

Jack's voice was indeed soothing a tuned, but it still didn't stop the deep impending cringe Roger felt from sizzling inside him. "Now it's really time for bed, baby bear," Roger hated bring called that nickname.... at least some of the time. But tonight, he really hated it. He hated his pajamas, he hated his sleep bonney, he hated the bedtime story..... he hated being pacified by his father.... endlessly. Even the feeling of the thick snug warm quilt being placed over his body, sprouted hatered through him. "Goodnight little duckling, sweet dreams.... I love you very, very, very much!" 

Jack bent down and kissed Roger's cheeks- not just once; puckering a squeaky smooch to his chubby cheek, he lavished the little boy with a series of affectionate goodnight kisses. As if Roger's boiling point wasn't already bursting to a head, the last kiss was the loudest- a long 'Muah!' being hummed loudly through the entire bedroom, Jack's hands holding Roger's with a gentle grip and his face only spaces apart from Roger's. It ended with Jack's lips practically sucking the fleash off Roger's face, leaving a wet smooch mark in the form of Jack's love; heart shaping around his right cheek.

Jack gave a quick pinch to his cheek before leaving the room for the night. Roger was lying straight in bed; frown rooted on his face, shooting a glare that could chill the spiciest of things. Roger ended his night with swallowing his pride and hoping for a twist to his domain. He cuddled himself under his quilt before wrapping a gentle arm around his teddy bear. He stared into its eyes; black and lifeless, but forgiving to Roger's hidden animosity. He turned his eyes off for the night, allowing his body to drift into a weakness for slumber.

It was the middle of the week and Roger had no interventions from Jack. Thursday was promising with its spring blossoms and humming bees that whizzed past your ear. The sun poked through the glass of the classroom, allowing a sunny twinkle to splash Roger's skin during math. It was all rainbows and butterflies until a napping annoucment was made by Mr. Weschester, the principal. "Remember students, don't forget tomorrow is chaperone day. Parents and PTA staff faculty will participate as classroom helpers and lunch monitors, Friday. So, don't be surprised if you recognize one or a few people at the school!" He chuckled slightly.

It didn't alarm Roger. After all, Dad would be working and Mom doesn't even know yet. 

"Hey Roger!" He turned to see his sister running full speed through the hall, "Did you hear? Tomorrow is particiaption day, so it means Mom and Dad might be at the school tomorrow! That would be so great..... I would be able to show them all my teachers and hear them say how well I'm doing in their classes.... they'll be so proud!" Roger wasn't amused.

"I'm not surprised that you're not excited...... you're always doing something bad anyway," Roger opened his locker, "I'm not doing anything! I just don't think it's 'super cool' to have your parents show up at school.... I mean, you don't see me showing up at dad's job, right?" Susan shrugged, "It's Mick and Rod, isn't it?" Roger gave Susan a side look, "It's me Susan. You know how I've always felt about that," Roger grabbed his lunch from his locker, "Yes, I am trying to impress them right now, but....." Susan lifted a brow, "What?"

"I just don't want Dad showing up at the school. He's been so clingy lately- and don't try to deny it or stick up for him!" Susan giggled, "Oh yeah, like last night, in your matching pajamas and the matching baby bonnet that he made you wear. It was so funny!" Her voice squeaked. Roger slammed his locker door, "Whatever, if you see him, tell him I'm not his baby bear!"

He stormed away, leaving Susan behind with a graded worry and confusion. The lunchroom was filled per usual, only this time, Roger found a slightly more isolated table. The incident of the last time haunted him enough to keep his space empty or at least less crowded. But upon opening his lunch, Roger once again found a letter in his bag.

Dear Roger,

I just wanted to write about how special you are and how much fun I've had spending time with you the way I have. Our little walks when it's time to go home are pleasurable, our time together on the couch is relaxing and entertaining, but most importantly.... it's our bedtime that's my absolute favorite time with you. We get to read stories and I get to hold you in my arms as you slowly drift off to dreamland. And of course, sending you off with goodnight kissies and huggies to end the night, is a very important ritual to me. I love you more than anything and I hope you have the best day at school my guppy puppy!

XOXO

Love,

Daddy!

Roger scanned through the note before crumbling it inside the pocket of his jacket. He sat and ate his peanut butter and jelly sandwich without any surmising feelings of anyone.

Friday arrived. The sun was bright and early, the birds were awake and breakfast was already on the table. Toast with melted butter, orange juice, bacon and eggs were served with a ginger smile from Alice as she set the last plate of food down on the table. She dusted the flour off her aporn before taking a seat with the rest of her family. Roger, unsupecting to Jack sharing a smile with Alice before looking back to their children.

Susan eating her toast peacfully while looking through her assingnment and Roger sipping his juice while sharing his looks between his plate and the wondering eyes he sensed from the table. 

The ride to school was filled with songs from Dean Martin. Roger just let the base of the radiowave take him as he anticipated every melody from the singer. He noticed Jack having this grin shaded on his face; unbreakable even when the traffic jamed and when a j-walker stepped out in front of the car and he had to slam his breaks and his horn at the same time. It didn't grind into Roger until they pulled up in the parking lot and he noticed Jack turning off the car. He turned around to Roger, "Puppy, Daddy's going to go in with you this time..." 

Roger looked to the side before turning back to his dad. "Is something going on?" "Well, sorta..... I'll tell you about it later," Now Roger was really confused. But, for once, he obeyed his father and followed him out of the car. Jack wiggled his fingers into Roger's little hand and held a tight grasp to it, like he was dangling from the edge of something and Roger was his lifeline connection. "Remember when we used to hold hands when we would to school some mornings?"

"Yeah..." Jack smiled down at Roger. He rubbed the back of Roger's hand with the side of his thumb. It made Roger self conscience- all eyes seemed to bore directly in their direction, like an alien was walking in broad daylight amongst the public eye. But they weren't. Only a few giggles broke through the clambers of laughter and causal chatting amoung the students. Father and son made it into the school where Roger broke free from Jack's pyhsical grasp and started on his way up the stairs after a quick aloof goodbye. "Nugget! What about your kissy kissy?!" Jack shouted; shuffling through the groups of children that seemed to stand in the way of his getting to Roger.

"I have to kiss you, baby bear!" Roger just stood frozen. Shocked and horrified at those little sentences. He shot his head around to see the slather of classmates mocking and teasing him much to Jack's complete oblivion. Roger stumbled down the stairs, struggling to meet Jack's gaze before being enveloped in a firm bear hug and receiving a resounding kiss on his forehead. And of course, Jack completely smothered his little face in goodbye kisses. One 'Muah' after another. Roger's face didn't seem to fade from its crimson color. It got bolder and bolder with everything Jack seemed to do that would humilate Roger to no end.

Why does he always embarrass me at the worst times? Roger's mind wasn't shy about conveying a few malefic thoughts of Jack of his own. "I love you, baby cakes. Now run and get to class now." "Baby cakes?" A boy questioned. Roger wiggled out of Jack's hug and ran to his class as fast as he could. Couldn't Jack see the slur of students he gathered around them? The crowd that was drawn because of his yelling? Like ants to an abandoned potato chip lying on the pavement.

Roger's day could only get worse as he realized out of his entire class, Jack was the only parent who showed up for particapation day. The realization made Roger want to scream. Jack would pop into the classroom ocassionally to help with passing out papers and cleaning up after the kids. He never seemed to busy enough to squeeze in the occasional hug or kiss to Roger. Pinching his cheek or rubbing his head wasn't barred either.

At lunch, Jack was chaperoning the students- paying extra unneeded attention to his own: wiping his mouth, feeding him the pudding he put in his lunch ealier, and the finale..... burping him; patting his back while his head was craddled against his shoulder. Then recess rolled around.

"Hey Mick, watch this!" Roger swung on the rod of the jungle gym, intending a front flip, but instead landed on the concrete asphalt. His knees were scrapped; blood trickling down them like tears. Roger tried getting up, but was stagnant on the ground. "Roger, are you okay?!" Mick ran to his friend and tried helping him up, but the watchful eye of Jack caught them and with lightning speed, flew over towards the boys. "Rogie! Are you hurt?! Did you get a boo boo?" He bent down and examined Roger's scraped knees. "Oh, you poor baby, it's okay.... daddy's got you," Jack lifted Roger and carried him to the nurses, bridal style. "Dad! Everyone's looking at us!" He whined.

"Oh, don't you worry about them... let's take care of Roger first." 

The bell rung, recess was over and Jack was to be back at Roger's next class. Roger came limping back from the nurses with his legs cleaned and bandaged. "There's my little pookie bear, do you feel better?" Roger's cheeks stung again. "Dad.... I'm not a pookie bear," His teeth were gritted, "Well, you're my pookie bear.... forever and always." Roger sucked up an eyeroll. 

The last class of the day seemed to shot by fast. Out in the hallway, Roger noticed Jack with Mitch and Rod, huddled around together. Roger's heart sped up, his breath became shaky and his mouth dry and metallic. He caught the tip end of Jack's memory of Roger's little daycare accident; his diaper being poofier than his whole little body and Jack speeding through track just to get there to change him. "I was so worried that Roger was going to get a diaper rash..... I think I went to five different stores to find the right diaper cream for his little bottom...."

Mick and Rod burst out laughing. "Can you tell us more stories of baby Roger?" Jack giggled, "Of course- in fact, I have pictures of him as a baby." Before Roger could intervine, Jack had whipped out pictures of baby Roger in the bathtub or comepletly nude on the living room rug. Jack's eyes had this twinkle of adoration in them- he loved talking about his children when they were little. "Roger was so adorable- oh and had the roundest little bottom I ever seen! I had made up this little song called 'Icing on the cake', and I would sing it while changing Roger's diaper."

"Why did you call it 'Icing on the cake'?" Rod asked, side eyeing Roger with a little smirk emerging from his mouth. Roger's eyes grew big, praying that Jack wouldn't reveal the most embarrassing story of his life. The most humilating secret that he would never let out for anyone. "I called it that because when I would put diaper powder and cream on Roger's little bottom, he would get fussy, so I would sing it for him to soothe him.... and because it was like icing a cake. His little bottom looked like a fluffy cotton ball.... that's why sometimes I call him my RoRo Bear."

Roger was in utter disbelief. A shock of total and utter humilation. His most embarrassing secrets were revealed right to the very people who he worked so hard to impress and entertain. The nickname he hated being called and the story he never wanted out was now in full circle, ready to blowup to the whole school. Jack finally spotted Roger, flashing him an innocent fatherly smile. "Hey munchkin, I was just talking to your friends Rod and Mick- they're very nice!" But Roger's face was stuck, stuck in a dark crimson colored dispair. "What's wrong?" Now Jack's voice rang concern. Roger furrowed his eyebrows into a deep glare and walked around the trio; going straight to his locker, pulling his backpack and walking out the front door, hoping to get trapped and lost in the rushing rabble of the students.

"Roger! Roger!" Jack caught up to him, and pulled him close to him. "What's the matter baby?" "I'm not a baby! I'm not a muchkin! Or a pookie poo or pookie bear or whatever, I'm not any of those things! And I'm not your little baby either! How could you do this to me?!"

"To you?" "Yeah! Why did you have to run and tell Mick and Rod about the Icing on the cake story or reveal my RoRo bear nickname?! Why did you have to come to school anyway?! Or buy matching Pj sets or kiss me everytime you see me or sing me a stupid lulluby? Or...Or......." Roger just scoffed out of Jack's grasp but stopped, fully allowing the boiling point come to a head, "I'M NOT A BABY ANYMORE! SO STOP TREATING ME LIKE ONE!" Roger huffed off, running all the way home with tears streaming down his little rosey cheeks. The crimson was wearing off, but the sting still stayed behind, leaving escars of disgrace deep in him.

Roger stopped at the corner, wiping his face from the thick rill of tears. "I'm never talking to him again." He said to himself. Roger looked around hoping to beat Jack's green chevy bel air to the house. He stormed in, said a quick greeting to his mother before locking himself in his bedroom, spending the next fifthteen minutes with a deep glare sprawled across his face.

Jack came in wearing a sullen teary eyed frown. "Jack?" Alice came over and sat him down on the couch. "What's wrong what happened?" Jack looked down, "He hates me,"

"Roger?" Jack slowly nodded, "I accidentally embarrassed him at school and he got angry and ran home, I'm assuming." "Yeah, he just ran upstairs not too long ago- what did you do?" Jack swallowed, "I guess I got carried away with being affectionate with him..... I babied him a little too much..... I always forget that's a sore spot with him!" He slammed his fist down on his thigh. "I'm gonna go talk to him." Jack's eyes looked toward the stairs.

Jack's feet were whiny against the wood of the stairs. He held tight to the railing, not allowing his legs to wobble him unbalenced. He could feel the tension from behind Roger's door. It only spotted a speck of softness once he heard the faint sniffling sounds on the other side. It made him want to break through the door and wrap his little one in a hug, but a sharp pinging sense of misgiving halted any mollycuddling thoughts. Instead, he delicately pittered a knock on the door. "Come in," Jack slowly tiptoed into Roger's bedroom, scouring his soft sniffles from tears that he had been crying alone in his bedroom.

"Roger.... can I sit?" He shrugged, "Whatever."

Jack took a seat across from Roger, "Rog..... I never meant to embarrass you...... I was just trying to-" Jack stopped, racking his brain for the right words, "I just wanted to be close to you. I thought that if I showed you how much I love you..... we would be close again."

"When were we not close?" Even Jack couldn't answer that. He realized just how overexaggerated his idea really was. "You made new friends and-" "Now I probably won't have because of you!"

Jack had to bite his tounge and swallow the shallow pettiness of pride he had from his callous mistake. No matter how he would spin this, Roger would never the plot. Jack himself was though. He made it all about him more than he ever could've for Roger. All because of a haunted memory he carried with David. Jack wanted to be better, he wanted to be opposite. So much....... that he forgot what was right in front of him. His pride was shaken so much, that looking Roger in the eye would be very painful....more than it should've.

"I'm so sorry Roger. Honestly, I am. I know you're not a baby...... it's not always easy for me to admit that to myself everytime I see you growing up and doing things on your own. In my mind, I guess I was thinking of some of our best memories being when you were just so.....so....little. So helpness and fragile.....you needed me then. You needed me so much, and I just felt so responsible for being this positive influence in your life that....... I couldn't help it. I still see you as a baby on some days and.... I guess I got a little carried away,"

"A little?" Jack gave a tight smile, "A lot." Roger turned his sight back to the floor, "Roger, look at me darling," Roger slowly lifted his eyes back to Jack's. "I'm very, very, very sorry about.... everything. You're not a baby and I was wrong for being that way...." Jack's eyes softened, a soft tiny smile rippled on face, "I look at you now.... and I'm so proud of you. I love you very much, and the last thing I would ever want is to make you cry or be angry or in pain."

Jack held out his arms, "Do you forgive me?" Roger eventually let a smile cross him, giving into his father's pout and falling into each other's arms. "Of course." Jack squeezed Roger tightly, never wanting to let go. "Just promise me one thing....."

"What?" Asked Roger. Jack pulled away to look into the green of Roger's eyes. "Promise, no matter how big you get.....you'll still be my little baby bear?" Roger smiled, "I promise." The father and son hugged each other tightly, running through the strainds of hair on the back of each other's heads. Roger felt Jack's hand rubbing and craddling his little head, while Jack felt Roger's little hand rub in between the back of his scalp and neck.

Jack decided to savour the little present moment without any doubts or past memories to cloud what already exsisted......

Their love for one another.

[rubywolffxxx]

Mini shots HOTD (Oscar, Addam, Jace)

Masterlist de mi autoría

Contenido: Shots cortitos de personajes variados.

Parte 2

Oscar: *el nuevo lord Tully había convocado a los señores de Riverlands a Raventree por pedido de Daemon, y por si ya no estaba bastante nervioso, ver a cierta lady entre la multitud terminó de desorientarlo*

—Lo hiciste bastante bien.—

Oscar miró a la chica que se acercaba a él con una leve sonrisa, se paró firme enseguida.

—Buenas tardes, ____... ¡Señorita!... ¡Milady!—cerró los ojos por un segundo, sintiéndose tonto.

—____ esta bien, somos amigos después de todo.—

¿Lo eran?

Oscar había conocido a la chica por su hermano Kermit y su mejor amigo Ben. El par de adolescentes iba a todos lados juntos, y para coronar el grupo, la joven de hermosa sonrisa. Los tres eran inseparables, y por eso cierto día Oscar se topó con ella. Se enamoró a primera vista.

Pero ante los ojos de ____, Oscar siempre sería el hermano pequeño de Kermit. Y el niño temía que eso nunca cambiara.

—¿A qué... Viniste?—

—Ah, mi abuela esta algo enferma, y como soy la heredera, vine a cubrir su lugar.—____ quitó aquel broche dorado de su vestido y se lo extendió—. La casa Waves esta a su servicio... Milord.—Oscar tomó la pequeña flor de loto con cuidado, como si le hubiese dado un tesoro—. Ir a una guerra... Suena divertido. Por cierto, ése era tío de Benny ¿Crees que le agrade ver que mataste a su familia?—

Lejos de asimilar el obvio problema que tendría con Benjicot, Oscar estaba preocupado por otra cosa.

—... No me gustaría incluirte en la batalla de ser posible.—____ lo miró confundida ante su repentina negativa.

—¿Por qué no? Soy una arquera increíble.—

—No quiero que salgas lastimada.—

—¿Tú irás?—

—Eso corresponde.—

—En ese caso tú no deberías tampoco, podrías salir lastimado.—

—¿porque soy pequeño?—

—¿Y yo? ¿por ser mujer?—lo miró divertida.

—N-no, no es por eso. Yo-

—Vamos juntos, Oscar Tully.—acunó su mejilla con cariño—. Yo te cubriré la espalda y tú cubrirás... Mis tobillos, enano.—pellizcó su mejilla.

—... ¿Tratas de enano a tu lord?—

—No~ trato de bajito a un amigo... Milord.—hizo una vaga reverencia antes de comenzar a alejarse.

Esa tarde, al volver a su hogar, Oscar le consultó a sus consejeros qué tan posible era conseguir la mano de la joven sonriente.

Ya no era un deseo, era una necesidad.

Addam: *cuando el bastardo fue invitado a Dragonstone, no solo quedó fascinado por la fortaleza, sino también por la joven que le enseñaba alto valyrio*

—¿Lo repites?—

—¿Qué cosa?—____ miró al joven a su lado, quien la miró con una tonta sonrisa.

—¿Me esta escuchando, señor?—

—Cada palabra, señorita... ¿cómo se dice "eres hermosa" en alto valyrio?—La chica sonrió apenas.

—Bruma es macho, dígale que es hermoso.—

—Ah, es que pensaba decírselo a una persona, no al dragón.—

—¿A quién?—

—Secreto.—

—Bueno, mientras no sea alguien de la fortaleza... Están terminantemente prohibidas las relaciones sentimentales entre miembros de Dragonstone. Se los destierra.—El chico borró su sonrisa enseguida, sintiendo el terror de haberse metido en problemas. ____ no tardó en reír por lo bajo—. Solo lo molestaba, señor... Creo que una frase muy bonita que decirle a una persona querida es..  "Ñuho prūmiā iksā"*—

—¿Y que significa?—

—Sigamos estudiando y lo sabrá.—

Addam sonrió enseguida, y ____ sintió que era la sonrisa más bella que había visto en su vida.

(Estás en mi corazón*)

Jace: *cuando la bastarda reclamó a la joven dragona Lemillia, Jace se sintió sumamente ofendido, y no tardó en reclamarle a su madre*

—¿Ahora los plebeyos reclaman dragones?—

____, quien había estado hablando con la reina, volteó al escuchar aquello.

—Necesitamos jinetes, ahora tenemos una. Valiente y predispuesta a servir en la causa.—Rhaenyra miró a la joven.

—Que no le preocupe mi situación de pobre plebeya, príncipe.—soltó con sarcasmo—. Estoy aquí para servir, y para cuidar de Lia... no quiero que me aparten de ella.—

—... Los bastardos no deberían reclamar nada.—la chica resopló con gracia.

—Irónico ¿No?—Jace se acercó a la joven, quien no se sintió intimidada para nada—. ¿Mi cabello castaño ondulado no es de Targaryen? ¿Mis ojos negros? ¿Son requisitos claves?—Jace se desinfló enseguida—. Bueno, a usted no parece afectarle.—

—Suficiente.—Rhaenyra intervino al ver que los chicos se alteraban con todo eso—. ____, puedes ir a descansar. Mañana empezarás con tus clases de idioma.—

—Gracias por todo, mi reina.—____ hizo una reverencia—.  ¿Podría ver a Lia un ratito? Hoy no la vi por estar entrenando.—

Rhaenyra miró a su hijo, y decidió hacer algo arriesgado.

—Jace ¿Podrías acompañarla?—el chico no contestó—. Por favor...—rodó los ojos, asintiendo desganado.

El camino fue incómodo, ninguno decía nada y el silencio era horrible. Cuando llegaron a la fosa, Jace se mantuvo atrás, y la joven avanzó hasta el final de la pasarela. Tarareaba una suave melodía, y suaves silbidos terminaron por resonar en el lugar. Entonces apareció.

La elegante criatura amarillenta surgió de la oscuridad, acercándose enseguida a la chica. ____ acarició su hocico con un amor infinito, y Jace pensaba en cómo pudieron llegar a esa afinidad en los breves días que llevaban conociéndose.

—Sé lo que piensa, príncipe.—____ volteó hacia Jace, quien comenzó a acercarse a ella—. Pobres bastardos plebeyos reclamando dragones... Arruinaremos la imagen de su casa... Y por un lado, es un punto válido.—Le dio espacio para que acariciara a la dragona—. ¿Teme que alguno de nosotros intentemos reclamar el trono?—Jace, quien estaba enfocado en el dragón, la miró—. Por mi parte eso no pasará... Conozco mi lugar. Y es junto a Lia, sirviendo a su madre... Y posteriormente a usted, cuando ascienda al trono.—sonrió apenas—. Cuando aprenda a ser una jinete, claro. De momento solo puedo ofrecerle mis servicios de costurera... ¿Quiere un nuevo traje?—Jace no pudo evitar reir, y la situación entre ambos se sintió más liviana.

—Ya veo porqué Lemillia te eligió.—

—¿Por ser la bastarda de la bastarda de tu bisabuelo?—lo miró divertida, alzando las cejas.

—Porque eres una buena persona... Una que no merecía mi desprecio. Lo lamento.—

—No se preocupe, entiendo su frustración... ¿amigos?—le extendió la mano, pero entonces dudó—. ¿Es legal tocar su mano? ¿O perderé la cabeza por siquiera intentarlo?—Jace sonrió, y estrechó la mano ajena. Era suave. Cálida.

—Amigos...—

Aunque tal vez no por mucho tiempo...

[eternaltae7]

Hani’s Relationship with Hoshi and Seungkwan

Fox of BTS | BTS 8th Member

Hani shares a lively and dynamic friendship with Hoshi (Soonyoung) and Seungkwan from Seventeen, often referring to them as the “3 Amigos.” Hoshi, known for his vibrant personality, was the first of the two to meet Hani. When they crossed paths during a music event, he immediately took a liking to her. Recognizing that Hani was somewhat shy and reserved, Hoshi made it his mission to help her come out of her shell.

Shortly after they met, Hoshi introduced Hani to Seungkwan, whose boisterous energy perfectly complemented Hoshi’s more playful vibe. Seungkwan’s infectious laughter and humor quickly drew Hani in, and the trio soon formed an inseparable bond. However, Hoshi occasionally teases that he regrets introducing her to Seungkwan because now he has to share her affection and attention with his fellow member. The two often engage in light-hearted banter and friendly competition over who gets to be Hani’s “best friend,” leading to hilarious arguments and playful antics.

Despite their loud personalities, Hoshi and Seungkwan help Hani come out of her shell, encouraging her to be more outgoing and adventurous. Hani appreciates their support and feels safe expressing herself around them, knowing they’ll always have her back. They frequently engage in fun activities together, including dance challenges, which they post on their TikTok accounts. Their videos showcase their chemistry and humor, often leaving fans in stitches as they try to keep up with the latest trends.

Tik Tok Dance Video

One day, the trio decided to film a TikTok dance challenge to one of the latest K-pop hits. Hoshi and Seungkwan were especially excited, their competitive spirits flaring up as they debated over who would be the better dancer. Hani stood in the middle, laughing at their antics as they argued about the best choreography.

“Come on, Hani! You know I’m the better dancer!” Hoshi exclaimed, striking a pose and showing off his moves with exaggerated flair.

“Please! I can’t believe you just said that!” Seungkwan shot back, folding his arms with a smirk. “You’ve got nothing on my vocal line!”

Hani giggled, feeling grateful for her friends’ playful energy. “Okay, okay! Let’s just see who can nail the choreography first,” she suggested, trying to keep the peace while also wanting to join in on the fun.

After a few practice runs, they set up the camera, and the three of them launched into the routine. Hani’s movements were fluid and graceful, and her confidence had grown with each take. Hoshi and Seungkwan added their signature flair, making the whole performance entertaining. However, midway through the dance, Hoshi missed a step and bumped into Seungkwan, causing them both to stumble and burst into laughter.

Hani couldn’t help but join in, her laughter ringing through the air. “You guys are such a mess!” she teased, wiping tears of joy from her eyes.

Despite the hiccups, they finished the dance and decided to upload the video anyway. The fans loved it, and the comments flooded in, praising their chemistry and how much fun they seemed to have together. The “3 amigos” had once again created a memorable moment that not only showcased their friendship but also reminded Hani of how lucky she was to have such supportive and joyful friends in her life.

[rutlancecf]

Idea de fanfic, que va más o menos así:

Los Wayne's y los Kent's han sido familias muy unidas, en especial los miembros más jóvenes, Damian y Jon, quiénes han sido inseparables desde muy pequeños, al grado de cursar las mismas escuelas conforme pasaba el tiempo.

Sin embargo, un día, Jon comenzó a evitar a Damian, juntándose con otros compañeros de clase y del club de fútbol soccer, cuando cursaban la preparatoria. Y fuera de la misma, se negaba a asistir a las reuniones de ambas familias, dando excusas de que tenía trabajos escolares qué hacer, hasta alegando tener dolor de cabeza y/o de estómago.

Esto no pasó desapercibido por los demás, quiénes de inmediato comenzaron a cuestionar a ambos, aunque en el caso de Damian eran acusaciones disfrazadas, a las cuáles el último no podía contestar. En cambio, Jonathan decía que no tenía que estar todo el tiempo pegado a Damian, y que quería aplicarse en los estudios, ya que dentro de poco comenzaría a buscar opciones de universidades para elegir qué carrera cursar.

Mas, hartándose de los rumores e indirectas incriminaciones, Damian decidió confrontar al que antes fuera su mejor amigo, para saber de una vez por todas cuál era su problema con él, y como resolverlo. Cosa que no sirvió de mucho cuando llegaron a los golpes, y Damian perdiera no sólo una semana de clases, sino que también el apoyo de su familia y de los pocos amigos que tenía.

Fue gracias a eso, tras analizarlo en la oscuridad de su habitación, que Damian decidió no mirar atrás y defender su integridad, iniciando un proceso de emancipación, la cual duró varios meses, resultando a su favor, y eliminando el apellido Wayne de paso, retomando el de su familia materna, Head.

Habiendo hecho esto, y con la ayuda de la consejería escolar, Damian se inscribió en una universidad de California para cursar la carrera en Medicina Veterinaria y Zootecnista, cortando lazos con su familia, amigos y conocidos. Quiénes por más que lo intentaron, no lograron saber más de él cuando salió de la mansión Wayne y de Nueva Jersey.

Hasta que, cinco años después, en una reunión familiar exclusiva de los Wayne's, dado que terminaron el contacto con los Kent's por lo ocurrido con los menores de la familia, una persona llamó a la puerta.

[danielac1world]

Me escondo del mundo para no pensar, a mamá le duele la presencia, papá llora la ausencia, a una amiga la traición la tiene menos viva, y a mi abuela solo el odio se le acerca al abrir un poco la puerta de las heridas desiertas.

A mí me duele el corazón, pero a un amigo le molesta la pierna, a un conocido la cabeza, y a alguien más los dedos en la certeza que no tiene.

Y yo tiemblo de miedo, pero a mis gatos les da terror el ruido, hay una paloma muerta en la calle, un perro atropellado tratando de cruzar antes, y por ahí un ratón distante, corriendo del odio de las manos inseparables.

Y soy yo, el ratón, el viento, el pez y el gorrión, mi abuela, mi madre, mi amiga, mi padre, el revés y una flor; soy yo tratando de escaparme en una habitación distante mientras el ruido es más fuerte y el pecho duele como hueso sin carne.

Y soy yo, que se hace el alma a un lado y responde sin reparo al dolor lejano más que al propio latir adolorido que se escapa del tiempo, para ser una sola lágrima al viento, que muere para vivir en el intento.

Y no soy, en el grito denso de impotencia, en la herida abierta, en la contestación sin gracia, en el huir antes que la palabra, en el por qué y en el habla entrecortada; no soy en el salto sin alas, en los cortes con sal, en las lágrimas azucaradas, no soy perdiendo la esperanza.

Y me preguntarás si quiero y te diré que si, y me contarás dónde duele para que tape el golpe con mi propia carne antes de mirar en mi, y me llorarán de lejos luego del revés del cuento, cuando me arranque las alas en el salto aéreo, y preguntarán por qué, para soñar alto con mis huesos en honor a lo que no saben, en honor a lo que no intuyeron.

-danielac1world ~Soñora idilica y la ansiedad ~

[imaven]

ENTREGA: MAVEN LIM. HABILIDAD: CAPACIDAD DE ANÁLISIS (2/3).

una carta para alguien.

querida leonie, se lee hasta raro decir querida al lado de tu nombre.

leonie.

leonie basta esta vez. y las siguientes.

no sabía si escribir esta carta con una disculpa, una historia nostálgica o una recapitulación de lo que ha sido nuestra relación desde que te conozco. de toda la vida, ¿no? pero aún así cada día pasa y pasa y me doy cuenta que no te conozco realmente. 

tengo recuerdos de cuando éramos más pequeños, siempre tras minerva o sienna, mientras yo tomaba la mano sudada de chiara al cruzar la calle apenas. era ella o mamá. nunca tú. y entonces, veo nuevamente al otro lado de la acera, tus mejillas sonrojadas por el calor y tus coletas altas, y me doy cuenta que eres una extraña. 

¿qué sé de ti? que tienes una obsesión extraña con noor, tu mejor amiga, y que eran inseparables, pero ahora que lo pienso me cuestiono: ¿lo eran realmente? el reflejo la una de la otra, me refiero, no podías ver una esquina en la que estuviese una sin que la otra tomase su mano. no existía una clase en la que no estuvieses a su lado. y me doy cuenta. me doy cuenta de lo que siempre hiciste y no puedo evitar sentir culpa y lástima por una chica que no tiene la culpa de absolutamente nada.

eres adicta a mentir y a la atención. te encanta torcer las situaciones a tu favor, hacer quedar a los demás como estúpidos o pintarte como la víctima en relaciones que nunca intentaron condenarte. siempre me resultó extraño verte sólo con ella y a ella sólo contigo, ¿era parte del plan? succionar el alma de esa niña hasta que se secara como una flor que no puede ver el sol. 

mientras más lo pienso, menos disculpas quiero darte. al contrario. te quiero volver loca.

en un inicio pensé escribirle a nuestra madre, culparla lo que te hizo a ti. lo que me hizo a mí. lo que le hizo a nuestra familia y quizás hasta a nuestro papá. pero me he dado cuenta, que como personas somos dueños de nuestra propia narrativa, ¿sabes? tú eliges cómo quieres ser en esta vida. tuvimos el privilegio, también, de elegir quiénes queríamos ser. pudiste escoger una carrera y una vida, ¿sabes cuántas personas en este mundo no puede hacer esto? y tú pudiste hacerlo. y aún así, elegiste ser esto.

una versión malograda, carcomida y destrozada de nuestra madre. ¿te genera orgullo? ¿te gusta usar a la gente a tu conveniencia? ¿te gusta derramar lágrimas de cocodrilo para jugar con la mente de los demás? porque me di cuenta. horas después, brillante no soy. 

pero lo supe, ¿sabes cuándo?

supe que me estabas usando cuando volvió a mi memoria que mencionaste a emma. lo supe cuando recordé que sacaste en cara a mis amigos. lo supe cuando molesta me dijiste que noor estaba viendo a alguien más. 

lo supe cuando veía a los ojos a mis amigos y ellos me sonreían de vuelta, porque gané una cena. lo supe cuando vi la sonrisa de caleb y sentí su mano en mi cabello cuando vomité todo lo que comí en una esquina de italia. lo supe cuando jano me hizo reir hasta que mis costillas doliesen. lo supe cuando danielle insistía en saber qué me pasaba.

lo supe cuando en ellos vi lo que nunca he visto en ti: amor. ¿sabes en quién más no lo vi nunca? en ella. eres su viva imagen. su calcomanía exacta. su discurso te lo aprendiste de memoria y lo sabes torcer a la perfección para hacernos creer a todos que no dañarías ni a una mosca, cuando ya lo hiciste.

me pregunto cuánto tiempo llevas siendo esto. cuánto tiempo no me di cuenta o lo ignoré y me siento culpable, no te lo voy a negar, me da lástima que en bélgica haya una chica a la que le chupaste toda la energía, como me lo hicieron a mí toda la vida. 

nunca quise atención. nunca quise cumplir las expectativas de una madre frustrada, creéme que si pudiese volver al pasado y evitar nacer lo haría, que toda la atención cayese sobre ti habría sido mi escenario perfecto, porque tú sí lo necesitas y es triste, ¿no? ser siempre la luna eclipsada por un sol más brillante cuando sale el día. 

no brillas. no resaltas entre las personas. no eres absolutamente nada.

y seguirás siendo eso, igual que ella. llegarás a una edad en la que el tiempo y las memorias no te acompañen, cuando la soledad sea tan poderosa que mirarás atrás y lamentarás todo lo que haces, mientras cocinas pasteles que ya ninguno de tus hijos quiere comer y preparas comida coreana que nunca le preparaste a ellos. 

llegará un punto en tu vida leonie, en el que estarás tan vacía como ella. 

y no me quedaré para verlo.

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Ana Mendes · Map series (Germany) · 2014

« [...] cuando progresa el alba, avanzan la conquista y la diferencia, las cosas se reducen a sus límites, se manipulan y transforman, se transfieren, se dominan y desechan, se someten y se avasallan. Si el crepúsculo avanza, la luz dibuja los últimos contornos, las cosas se vuelven póstumas antes de reunirse unas con otras. Es el amor el que se renueva cuando progresa la tarde, los pájaros convocan a los cuerpos en asamblea y así las formas se alejan de nosotros y nosotros con ellas también nos alejamos; son las estrellas las únicas que fraguan alguna distancia para poder guiar a quienes aún deben reunirse. Ya se ha dicho que fue Virgilio quien descubrió la tarde, el crepúsculo, en una égloga dedicada a su amigo Galo, a quien ningún Dios puede consolar de su tristeza amorosa. Avanza la sombra. Sin consuelo, Galo, inseparable de su amada en la penumbra. No hay nada que ella no recoja en su vientre oscuro sin estrellas. Virgilio culmina sus versos. Levantémonos. La sombra suele ser dañina a los que cantan, dice.»

Luis Sagasti, Lenguas vivas, Eterna Cadencia Editora, Buenos Aires / Madrid, 2023

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Simplesmente Acontece:

q!Roier e q!Cellbit são amigos de infância. Inseparáveis, sempre compartilharam tudo um para o outro. Segredos, sexualidade, fofocas. Tudo. Menos uma coisa - o que sentiam verdadeiramente um pelo outro.

Porém, após o ensino médio, q!Roier decide voltar para o México, tendo sido aceito em uma faculdade de renome, enquanto q!Cellbit irá ficar para iniciar a sua carreira. Os dois continuam conversando por mensagem, mesmo longe, sempre pareceu que eles estariam juntos.

Até que q!Roier manda não uma mensagem, mas um convite. Ele estaria se casando na próxima Primavera.

Agora, o que resta de nós é esperar o que vai acontecer. Se q!Cellbit irá ao México, ele irá se confessar para seu grande amor ou ele irá apenas assistir aquilo que ele poderia ter?

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q!Roier and q!Cellbit are childhood friends. Inseparable, they always shared everything for each other. Secrets, sexuality, gossip. All. Minus one thing - what they truly felt for each other.

However, after high school, q!Roier decides to return to Mexico, having been accepted into a renowned college, while q!Cellbit will stay to start his career.

The two continue chatting via text, even far away, it always seemed like they would be together.

Until q!Roier sends not a message, but an invitation. He would be getting married next spring.

Now, what’s left for us to do is wait for what will happen. If q!Cellbit goes to Mexico, will he confess to his great love or will he just watch what he could have?