#cris velasco

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Sloth - Capellen Orchestra & Choir [Darksiders III Official Soundtrack]

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Song: The Night Unfurls Artist: Ryan Amon, Tsukasa Saitoh, Michael Wandmacher, Yuka Kitamura, Cris Velasco, and Nobuyoshi Suzuki From: Bloodborne

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Joe Velasco definitely cried at the “Baby race” episode of bluey and that’s a fact

[reiniesainyo]

IN BETWEEN. charlie bushnell x reader – 01

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SYNPOSIS. when a girl's co-star is good to her and now she wants it more than everything in between. (smau)

A/N. this chapter is more like world building (it's where i explain what the fuck i'm doing with the YN okay)

The "Percy Jackson and the Olympians" series at Disney+ has added an unexpected pick to its growing cast.

The new live-action series is based on the hugely successful novels from author Rick Riordan of the same title. We will be seeing YN LN join the series as Rina Velasco, one of the supporting characters of the show.

LN's Rina Velasco is referred to as "the offspring of The Muses, goddesses of the sciences and the arts." Unlike most other demigods, she is born out of the artistic and scientific output of the muses. When the moral ingenuity of humans meets the divine musings of The Muses. Her character is described as a unique allrounder who becomes a mentor figure to our main cast as they embark on their journey.

This will be LN's first on-screen role of her career. LN's experience mostly lies in Broadway, she is known for playing Kim in the Miss Saigon revival on Broadway. LN was nominated for a Tony in 2022 for the same role. She is repped by Salonga/Chien Entertainment and B817 Agency.

Riordan posted on the Meta app, Threads, about this update to the casting saying: "YN was one of the actors we didn't expect to see a tape of but when we saw it, we couldn't help but fall in love with her. She embodies the spirit of Rina so well and is such a kind spirit, we can't wait for you to fall in love with her too! Welcome to the cast, YN!"

The live-action show is based on Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson book series. It tells the fantastical tale of the titular 12-year-old modern demigod (Scobell), who's just coming to terms with his newfound supernatural powers when the sky god Zeus accuses him of stealing his master lightning bolt. With help from his friends Grover (Simhadri) and Annabeth (Jeffries), Percy must embark on an adventure of a lifetime to find it and restore order to Olympus.

Production on the show is now underway in Vancouver. Riordan and Jon Steinberg are writing the pilot with James Bobin directing. Steinberg and his producing partner Dan Shotz are overseeing the series and serve as executive producers alongside Bobin, Rick Riordan, Rebecca Riordan, Bert Salke, Monica Owusu-Breen, Jim Rowe, Anders Engström, Jet Wilkinson, and Gotham Group's Ellen Goldsmith-Vein, Jeremy Bell, and D.J. Goldberg. 20th Television is the studio. Salke was formerly the president of Touchstone Television and originally put the show into development.

liked by percyseries, iamcharliebushnell, and 37,789 others thelnarchive the child of the muses @percyseries

percyseries OUR MUSE!

user1 this is literally perfect casting who cried i did ↳ user2 she's so rina coded! thank the gods for the casting directors

iamcharliebushnell only muse in my life ↳ thlnarchive only traveler in my life ↳ user3 the way filming hasn't started and they're already like this ↳ user4 their chemistry is chemistry-ing

user5 roman empire. she is my roman empire.

dior.n.goodjohn i LOVE LOVE LOVE women ↳ thelnarchive HELP i love you

user6 this is so fcking random but i NEED her in a taylor swift music video

A/N i truly hope you guys can forgive the horrible editing in the pictures. the article portion is based on (and has some parts that are directly pulled from) this article from variety ! here's some succint information about rina velasco, the PJO character YN LN plays (and is my childhood OC!) - rina velasco, filipino, 18 years old (year younger than luke) - she's an offspring of the muses, not directly a child or daughter, though she may be referred as such - by her being an offspring of the muses, i mean that she was born in the same way athena's children are born. - but in rina's case she's more like a weird conglomeration of each muse. her birth is a rare event, but her mothers are honored as minor goddesses so she stayed in the apollo cabin (connection to music) - rina operates as a guidance figure for the main trio, especially annabeth - she's also luke's love interest, there's a lot of tragicness and doomed romance stuff with those two - and for the sake of everyone, we pretend like the weird i love you from the books didn't happen !

[talism4niac]

Actually you know what, here's a Megathread of the folks behind Project Dragon / Everhaven

I figured the least I could do is highlight as many people as I can that had involvement with the project and has posted their work. If there's anyone that I missed please DM and I'll be sure to update this when I can! Go and show these folks some love! </3

Nicholas Kole : Portfolio | Twitter | Instagram

Airborn Studios : Artstation | Twitter

Ines Marsal : Twitter

Camille Peyrebere : Twitter

Leslie Van den Broeck : Artstation

Chloé Labbé : Twitter

Janneke Bruijnes : Twitter

Malte Sturm : Twitter

Andrea Orioli : Twitter

Charlène Le Scanff : Twitter | Artstation

Julien Allard : Twitter

Lucas St. Martin : Twitter | Instagram | Artstation

Andy Hansen : Twitter | Artstation

Florian Coudray : Twitter | Artstation

Malwina Czech (Mawluna) : Twitter

Joey Vergara : Twitter -Game Designer

Mel Ramsden : Twitter -Game Designer

Shaan Joshi : Twitter -Game Developer

Bethany Higa : Twitter -Narrative Designer

Dave Huddleston : Linkedin -Lead Animator

Cris Velasco : Twitter -Composer

Hunter Howe : Twitter -Director

Michael vicente - Orb : Twitter -3D Artist

[daddydoddsjr]

So, who on the Law and Order groups do you think would be down to get pegged 🤔 inquiring minds want to know….

Pairings || Law and Order men x Female!Reader

Contents/Warnings || Smut ofc, pegging, crying (the good kind), dom/sub vibes

Authors Note || i did not expect to ever be asked this— thank you lmao. i’ll do another part with more characters when i can !!

Rafael Barba

You’d have to be dating for a long time before he even considers it

He’s more of a top than a bottom so he’d have to be in the mood for it

He loves it though

And he definitely loves seeing you above him and taking control

He won’t say that outright though

Sonny Carisi

Is more open to it than you’d expect

Cries during and after

Happy and overstimulated crying

Praise him

Would shop for more toys with you

Elliot Stabler

Sorry Elliot lovers but I think he’d give you an immediate no for this

He prefers to be dominant and probably wouldn’t like the loss of control

Joe Velasco

May or may not be for it

But if he is for it, he’ll definitely be embarrassed about it

Would probably only be a one time thing

Maybe twice if you’re lucky

Nolan Price

You want to do what?

The answer at first is definitely a no

Until he thinks about it a little more

He’d like being submissive but he won’t admit it out-loud

Would want it more often but would never ask

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The 2nd of February is the Christian festivity called Candlemas (Candelera in Catalan). It's the date that ends the Christmas cycle, where traditionally people would put away the Nativity scene, though nowadays lots of people take it down soon after Three Wise Men Day (6th of January).

What does this day celebrate?

Candlemas is most likely a remnant of the Ancient Roman festival of Parentalia (last day of the Feralia), celebrated annually in February to remember the dead. During Parentalia, they did processions where they dressed in black and carried little blessed candles to the cemeteries to guide the dead people's souls.

Some say that the origins of Candlemas might also be related to another Ancient Roman festival celebrated in February: the Lupercalia, in honour of the god of fertility and shepherds Lupercus.

In the Christian tradition, this festivity celebrates when Mary brought Jesus to the temple. Biblical scholars explain that it was a tradition for Jewish women to bring their child to the temple 40 days after giving birth. Then, the child was presented to the priests and they were blessed in front of candles, and the woman was purified. Since the Christian tradition says Jesus was born on the 25th of December, 40 days after his birth is the 2nd of February. Candlemas is celebrated every year on this day to commemorate Mary introducing Jesus to the temple. The festivity was introduced officially by Pope Gelasius I in the year 496.

How is Candlemas celebrated?

Believers take candles to be blessed, and some places hold processions with lit candles. The candles are taken home to be kept, because they're believed to have protection powers.

Candlemas procession in L'Ametlla de Mar (Terres de l'Ebre, Catalonia), who celebrates their festa major on this day. Photo: IPCITE.

Unlike other festivals of the Christian calendar (like local patron saint days, Christmas, Three Wise Men Day, Saint Anthony/Three Laps, Saint George, Midsummer/Saint John, Corpus, etc) which are celebrated by everyone in our country, Christian and non-Christian alike; Candlemas is not so widely celebrated by people who aren't Christian believers. But even then, there is one thing that everyone knows Candlemas for: predicting the weather.

In Catalan we have the saying: "Si la Candelera plora, l'hivern és fora. Si la Candelera riu, el fred és viu." which means "If Candlemas cries, the winter is out. If Candlemas laughs, the cold is alive". This sums it up, if it rains on February 2nd it's believed to be a sign that winter is ending. If it's sunny, winter will still go on.

Candlemas is also the day that people in the USA and Canada hold "Groundhog Day", where a groundhog (a rodent animal) is said to predict the same.

Some mountain parts of Europe also remember this date as the day where bears wake up from their hibernation, and many of these places have some festivity about it. In Northern Catalonia, we have the Bear Festivity (Festa de l'Os). In this ancient festivity, which is still done nowadays, some people from the town dress up as bears, while others get all dirty and accompany him running through the town, shouting, whistling and playing music. Others dress up as hunters and run after them. It represents nature waking up from the winter rest, but also the danger that comes with it.

Festa de l'Os in Prats de Molló (Northern Catalonia). Vilaweb and Fabricio Cardenas.

Festa de l'Os in Sant Llorenç de Cerdans (Northern Catalonia). Photographer: Marc Velasco.

The festivity ends when the hunters bring the bear to the town centre and take off his bear skin, turning him into a human. This represents the victory of humans over nature, but scholars also point that it could come from an ancient myth from the Pyrenees according to which humans evolved from bears (for reference, we don't have apes nor monkeys in this part of the world).

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Forever (NSFW) - Joe Velasco x Reader

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Joe couldn’t remember the moment he had fallen in love with you, only that he had. He knew that it was your smile that had done it. The way the left side of your mouth twitched up just that tiny bit higher than the right. Your fingertips delicately caressed the rough edges of the white scars that marred his chest and abdomen. A smattering of starbursts, cigarette burns from a father who had taken a belt to his back when he had been drinking.

"Does it still hurt?" you asked him as you kissed the one just under his collarbone. Your hand following the pattern of damaged skin before you traced over the treasure trail of dark hair that led lower.

He knew what you were asking, you weren’t just talking about the physical scars, you meant the mental ones too. You knew how something like that could haunt you, how it could penetrate your thoughts when you didn’t expect it to.

"Sometimes." he admitted, his head tipped back as a low moan tore from his throat. Your hand felt amazing wrapped around his cock, your thumb smearing his pre-cum over the head as you worked him in slow erotic movements.

"Baby." He uttered.

"I like it when you call me that." You whispered, your lips barely brushing over his.

The two of you were staring into each other's eyes, he wondered what you saw in him. Did you realise that he had fallen in love with you? His hands enclosed lightly on your hips as he draped himself over you until you were lying amongst his sheets, the place where he knew you belonged.

"I don’t see why I should be the one having all the fun." he murmured against your lips as your legs wrapped around his waist.

You were hot and wet already, and Joe loved the idea that he had caused that. He could tell it had been a long time since you had let yourself become swept up in someone. It was in the way you responded to his touch, the noises you made. He was determined to make sure you knew exactly how much he cared for you.

Joe rubbed himself against your moist core, grunting into your mouth at the sensation of your wetness leaking onto his cock. You whimpered as he brushed over your needy cunt, hips bucking up against his as he smiled into your mouth. It thrilled him how much you wanted him, that he was the one that had you wanton and desperate underneath him.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you.” He promised as he entered you slowly.

You cried out his name as he filled you inch by inch before withdrawing and starting all over again. He made love to you with a tenderness he reserved for no one else, his hands roved over your sensitive skin seeking out all of the deviant little areas that drove you crazy. Your cheeks flushed pink, your whimpers a symphony in his ears as he hit that perfect spot deep inside of you. His mouth smothered yours again, your fingers were in his hair as you climaxed around his cock, pulling Joe over the edge with you. He spilled himself inside of you, fucking his come even deeper with long drawn-out strokes. He knew it was territorial, a way of marking you as his own. He wanted that, he wanted a lifetime with you.

“This is it for me.” He told you, his palm cradling your face, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek. “You’re it for me.”

"Forever.” You promised him, your lips kissing his thumb as he traced over the outline of your lips. “You’ll have me forever Jose.”

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[gwens-fiction]

OC Interview Tag-Game

Tagged by @writingsfromspace

Doing this one for Vasco

Are you named after anyone?

—Actually yes, after my grandfather Velasco on my father's side

When was the last time you cried?

—I am not sure, but probably recently. Some ghosts just have such tear jerkers of death tales.

Do you have kids?

—Not yet, but I think eventually Estella and I have plans for at least one some day

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

—Not as much as my brother-in-law. Sometimes I miss it and take him seriously

What's the first thing you notice about people?

—Their general vibe I get being around them….Though I wish it was whether they were living or ghost because that would make life so much easier.

What's your eye colour?

—A kind of reddish brown, but when using my magic it’ll brighten to more of a scarlet

Scary movies or happy endings?

—Happy endings all the way

Any special talents?

—I’ve discovered I’m great at accidentally creating all new undead beasts when I’m absolutely not meaning to do that

Where were you born?

—Honestly I don’t remember. I got separated from my family when I was pretty young and at this point that was nearly two centuries ago.

Do you have any pets?

—Not yet, but I am trying to talk Estella into us getting a drabbit

What sort of sports do you play?

—I have never been the sporty type

How tall are you?

—Pretty tall. Definitely taller than the average of humans…But I’m also taller compared to many other Avendiae too.

What was your favorite subject in school?

—Forbidden tomes….Mainly since those are where the dark magic spells are, and so they’re the ones that agree most with my magicris and don’t give me vertigo to perform.

What is your dream job?

—One where I can practice dark magic and show to others it’s not necessarily dangerous as it all depends on how it’s used….For instance, there is nothing dangerous about reviving my wife's dead house plants.

No pressure tagging: @sleepyowlwrites @slenders1ckn3ss @insert-meaningful-username

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[nana-talks]

closest

pairing: joe velasco x reader word count: 3k

notes: i literally dumped this in a matter of hours in a drug induced haze as i recover from surgery. please, excuse everything you may find.

they’re front door neighbors

he helps her w/ the groceries on the 4th floor walk up

they strike up a conversation when he puts the bags on her counter

she flirts with him

“you’re very strong”

he laughs it off, “i’m a police officer. i kind of have to be”

“i- i’m sorry… i’m really bad at small talk”

“no, it’s okay… i don- i don’t mind it”

they get close

they talk every time they cross paths; be it a good morning or a good evening

she once walks up to him trying to figure out his keys while holding onto his side

he’s a bit sore from work so she helps him into his apartment. she sits him down on the couch while she fixes him something to eat

she saves her number on his phone so he has someone to call when he needs help; he’s helped her before, it’s her time to return the favor

they’re friends

he crashes at her place after work sometimes, for a beer or just company

she gets his packages, and always stays for a minute longer when delivering

they go out for happy hour together - her idea. it’s their first time together outside of the building. she’s a bit nervous but the second he smiles at her, she feels at ease.

she calms him down after a terrible day; he gets her mind off of things

the incident

one day, joe’s coming home for a shower in the middle of the day, after a long night at the hospital, when he sees her front door is slightly open

he finds it strange, knocking softly and asking for her. when he doesn’t hear anything and all the lights are out, he pulls out his gun.

he walks into the apartment to find the entire thing spotless, he can’t seem to find anything out of place. he looks back to the door and sees that it was indeed busted from the inside. he decides to call it in.

he’s helping out ert dust for prints back in the bathroom window, from where he thinks the perp came in, when another officer calls out for him from the front door. when he walks out, she’s standing there, wide eyed, frozen and shaking.

“what’s going on?”

“i’m so sorry, i didn’t want to alarm you while you were at work. i came home to your front door busted open.” he rubs her arms as she holds herself together.

“oh my god”

“i- i didn’t see anything stolen or out of place, so we’re hoping whoever came in got spooked by something and ran.” she trusts him, so he gets closer, leaning down so he’s about her height. still, his soothing hand rubs her arms. “but i’d still like for you to take a look inside, see if you can notice anything…”

she looks up to him, scared. she holds onto her purse tighter.

“i’ll be with you the entire time. i promise it’s safe.” he nods.

she accepts the offer and they walk in. his right hand is on the small of her back while his left continues to rub on her arms, reassuringly.

the place is spotless. even her forgotten yogurt spoon is still on the sink. she’s shaking but the feeling of joe’s chest against her back is enough to ground her.

they walk into the bedroom and she’s looking at her table, trying to see if any of her pens are ruffled, so she doesn’t notice at first. it’s only when she turns back to look at the bed that she sees it. the entire outfit, laid out neatly on top of the covers. dark blue jeans, red off the shoulder top. there’s a pair of low slingback heels next to it and even some folded underwear.

she shrieks and starts hyperventilating. she turns around, as if to run out, but finds joe’s chest instead. he’s scared as he holds onto her strong. he keeps running his hands down her back, trying to soothe her as she cries into his shirt. he doesn’t understand what’s happening. he cups the back of her head as he asks:

“do you know who did this?”

“my stalker”

the case

he takes her to olivia because he doesn’t trust anyone else.

they’re sat at benson’s office, doors closed but blinds open. she’s gripping two of his fingers with her entire hand, pulling their tied hands onto her lap. he scoots his chair over to be closer to her. she looks up at him, wide eyed once again

“i don’t think i can do this”

“i promise you, captain benson is the best there is”

she shares with olivia that she has had someone harass her online for 2 years. every time she blocks him, he just creates a new account. and she knows exactly who he is: a john grey, who she rejected right before.

“hi, how are you doing?” he had sent her a dm that got stuck in her requests, not seen for at least 2 weeks.

by the time she responded, his messages had grown incessant. from curious to questioning to upset to angry.

she tried to reason with him: “i’m sorry, your dm was hidden in my requests and i barely use instagram anyway.” but that wasn’t enough for him.

olivia asks how did she know that grey had invaded her apartment, and that’s when she shares his latest messages from his most recent account.

the day prior to the break in he sent: “i love this outfit you’re wearing. the red really makes your eyes pop”

at the moment, that just confirmed to her that he was stalking her, beyond the internet.

but it was the second message that scared her:

“i can’t wait to fuck you in this”

joe has been holding onto her hand for the entire time, his other hand pushing out some hair that got stuck to her wet cheeks after she started crying. by the time she calmed down, olivia asked for amanda to take her for some water.

“i’m sorry, are you two…?” olivia asked

“she’s my neighbor” joe replied. olivia just looked at him for a minute before nodding.

“i’ve got to warn you, unless we have some hard evidence, this is not going to be easy. but we will not give up.”

the aftermath, pt. 2

he’s driving her home, his hands tight around the wheel, trying to control his breathing. the thought that even though he was a svu detective was not enough to protect her was stuck to his mind.

“i’m sorry i didn’t tell you before” her voice small

he was so far away in his mind that he didn’t even register her: “sorry?”

she sighed, shrinking in the front seat next to him. they were parking a block away from the building. “i said… i’m sorry i didn’t tell you before. i- i didn’t think you’d…”

“what?” he looks to her, before finally turning off the car. the white noise from the engine cutting off, making the silence in the car so loud. “i- i’m not mad at you, y/n. you know that right?”

she just looked down at her hands on her lap, her fingers twisting against one another. he sighed and put his heavy hands on top of hers. she finally looked up at him.

“i’m just worried”

“i don’t want you to worry”

he smiled meekly. “too late now, honey”

she rested her head against the seat, looking at him and his puppy dog green eyes. “i’m still sorry”

he sighed again, resting his own head against the seat, brushing her hair off her face slightly. “i am sorry too.”

she slept at his apartment that night. she couldn’t even bring herself to go through her clothes. he gathered all of her things while she settled in his couch.

“you’re not sleeping on the couch.” he said as he entered his apartment with a bag on his hands.

“i- what? you’re not sleeping on the couch. this is your house”

“exactly. my house, my rules. up you go.”

and for at least 2 days that’s how they worked. she slept on his bed while he slept on the couch. until she had a nightmare.

she woke up screaming and joe ran into the bedroom. she was hyperventilating on his bed and he kept running his hands down her arms, trying to soothe her. she only quieted down after he hugged her, letting her head rest against his bare chest. the sound of his heartbeat lulling her back.

“are you okay?”

“i… i had a nightmare. he was here.”

“hey. i got you. he’s not going to hurt you.” he cupped the back of her head, pulling her closer. her hands closing against his chest.

after a while, when her breathing went back to normal, he made motion to get up. her hand flew to his forearm, closing around it. “don’t go”.

he didn’t know exactly what to do. he froze in place. she looked at him, so vulnerable, he couldn’t say no. “okay, let me get my pillow.”

and in the morning, he pretended he didn’t wake up with her on his chest, his hands tangled in her hair.

the climax

it took grey just one week before he struck again. he broke into her apartment once more. but this time, he trashed the entire place.

olivia figured it was because he noticed she hadn’t been staying there, even if her movements outside of the building showed she had stuck to her normal routine. this just solidified the idea that he had been following her.

they got two officers in front of their apartment for the rest of the week, just in case.

but that didn’t stop him.

joe was just arriving back at the precinct, coming from the hamptons after tracking down a jane doe’s family. he put his phone to charge while he typed up a report. the second his phone lit up, he heard at least 8 pings from text messages. weirded out by the fast incoming, he took his head off the files to read. whatever he read, made him jump in his seat.

grabbing the nearest radio, he called, frantically, to the two officers parked outside his home.

“check in on her! right now!!!” he begged.

“what’s going on?” olivia asked, seeing the commotion while finn tried to calm joe down.

“something’s wrong” he threw his phone on the desk for them to see: joe i think hes here and i dont think its a dream oh god joe im sorry i lov i love you

by the time the officers arrived at the apartment, the door was busted open from the inside, once more, and she was gone.

it didn’t take long for them to find a possible place. after ruling out his house and his workplace, they settled on his mother’s house upstate. his boss’ car was just picked up on a traffic cam heading up.

this was the first time joe felt like he had lost all control. to the point where olivia had to sit him down at her office, this time, both doors and blinds closed, before they headed out:

“velasco, you have got to get your head on straight.”

“i am!” he said, eager to go out there again.

“no, you’re not!” she said “look, i know she means a lot to you. but you cannot help her like this. this is not uc, joe. we have rules. if you get in there hot, it can hurt her case.”

they were right. she were being held at grey’s mother’s house.

but more importantly, to joe, she was safe. as safe can be. he hadn’t raped her. he couldn’t get it up. he was attempting to cut her for that once they arrived, but thankfully the knife just nicked at her chin instead.

“hey, hey, hey…” he whispered, finally kneeling next to her body, as she laid on the house’s main suite.

“you came” she said, her voice hoarse, her cheeks wet and warm.

“of course i came.” he said, his fingers freezing just inches from her face. he was so scared to touch her. “i’m never leaving you out of my sight.”

the actual aftermath

at first, everything is as perfect as can be.

it takes them a few tries first. they’re back at the apartment. he asks her which apartment she’d prefer to stay at, since something terrible has happened to her in both places. she looks up at him, grabs his hand and pulls him towards his door.

“i’d feel safer here. with you.” she says. he hasn’t unlocked the door yet, so the more she pulls him, the more he presses himself against her. she doesn’t break eye contact.

he can’t even begin to process what might be happening. is this her, taking control over something for the first time since she was kidnapped? or is this her, being with him because she almost lost it all? or is this her, actually wanting him?

she can feel him withdraw, dropping her hand. she frowns. “i- i thought you wanted me” she wraps her arms around herself, tucking her chin on her chest, trying to make herself seem smaller.

“i do… i do.” he reassures her, his hands automatically flying over to her cheeks. he curves down, trying to catch her eyes. “hey…” he calls for her, hooking his finger underneath her chin and softly tipping her head back up to look at him.

he wants her. so bad. but he’s so scared he might hurt her. she can see it in his eyes. he doesn’t even need to say it.

“please…” she begs, wrapping her hand around his wrist. the warmth of her skin, the sound of her whine - almost too much for him. “i’m not going to break. and even then, you’d be here, right? to catch me?”

he’s so fucked. he knows it. but he falls for her anyways.

they’re in perfect bliss for an entire weekend. she never goes back to her apartment. they barely leave the bed. she feels so right, tucked against the crook of his neck; warm against his bare chest.

his guilt steps in.

they’re lying naked in bed. she’s angled just right that he can see the scar of the knife on her chin. he shudders at the sight. she feels him.

“what’s wrong?” she asks, resting her chin on his chest. a frown on her brow.

he just runs his thumb across the scar, shaking his head slightly. “i told you he wouldn’t hurt you…”

“and he didn’t.” she said, pulling his hands away from her face. she wrapped her entire hand around his two fingers, like she did before. “you came. you saved me.”

“i didn’t” he shook is head. “you haven’t had a full night sleep since then! you startle at every sound! i- it’s all my fault! can’t you see that?”

he was up, in his boxers, walking around the room while her eyes welled up. he couldn’t believe she wanted him. still wanted him.

she shook her head, wiping at her tears before getting up from the bed. she put on a shirt, most likely his, that was thrown across the floor. “has anyone told you what happened in there?” she questioned him, her voice so low he had to strain to hear her.

“no…” he shook his head, scared of what he might hear.

“he- he had my phone. and the last message i sent… was to you.” he nodded, knowing exactly what she was referring to. none of them had acknowledge the contents of that message. at least not yet. “plus, the fact that i was sleeping here didn’t really help. do you have any idea how hard i tried to convince him it was nothing? how difficult it was for me to lie, and pretend i didn’t love you?”

he threw his hair back, rubbing his face. “see! that’s exact-”

“i’m not finished!” she interrupted. “what i mean is, i have had enough time and pressure to think this through. don’t you think if you were really the bad guy, i’d be standing here? begging you to love me too?”

he sighed, finally looking at her. her small frame, engulfed by his t-shirt, her bed head wild, her doe eyes. “you don’t get to feel guilty because of this, okay? i have enough guilt and trauma for the both of us combined! don’t you think i wish every single day i responded to his dm?”

he felt bad. for trying to make something that happened to her hurt him the most. for trying to play the part of the guilt ridden one when she was the one that was kidnapped.

“but i know that if i had responded to his dm, i would have never met you.” she said, finally getting closer to him. holding his two fingers. her small hand warm against his.

he looked at her, really looked at her. pushing her hair off of her face, he traced his left hand over her features. “i wish i could take your pain away”

“you do…” she nodded. “every time i am with you, i feel a little bit better inside.” she nuzzled against his palm, feeling his rough skin against her cheeks.

“i’m sorry.” he said, bringing her closer to his chest, cupping the back of her head. “i’m sorry for this. i’m sorry for everything.” she nodded against his chest, her hands around his forearms. “but most of all, i’m sorry for making you feel like you needed to beg for me.” she backed away, looking up at his puppy dog eyes. “because i am yours, honey. i’ve been yours since i first laid eyes on you. holding eight bags from aldi all the way down from east harlem.”

[doyoulikethis-videogame-song]

Song: Hunter's Dream / Dream Refuge Artist: Ryan Amon, Tsukasa Saitoh, Michael Wandmacher, Yuka Kitamura, Cris Velasco, Nobuyoshi Suzuki From: Bloodborne

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[lethal-amigos]

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Part 2: An Unexpected Visitor

Jose appeared at the familiar window. He couldn't wait to see his friend and tell him all the news and gossip of the day. And hopefully, their conversation will end with a kiss. However, instead he was presented with a terrible sight. His friend sitting on the bed, washing his terrible wounds.

"Oh my God! What happened?!" he cried.

Chepe looks up at his surprised guest. "Shhh-" Chepe flinches from his pain coming from his side.

"You're gonna wake my parents." He groans "I'm fine. Just a scuffle" Which is a lie. Chepe continues to compress the cut above his left eye. The area was swollen before, but now with the cold compression from the wet cloth, it was starting to swell down. He didn't want to tell Jose where he was, he knows he would stop him from going. However, Chepe felt that he needed to participate in these fights. It made him feel in control.

"What are you talking about! look at you, asshole," Jose hissed angrily. He lowered his voice to a whisper so as not to wake Mr. and Mrs. Velasco. The last thing he wanted right now was for them to be discovered together, and for his father to see his son like this.

Part 3

[muncysvelasco]

Bruno: You were so drunk last night

Velasco: I wasn’t that drunk

Bruno: You were flirting with Muncy

Velasco: So what? She’s my girlfriend

Bruno: You asked if she was single then, cried when she said no