#fuck te estupido

[giovannigiorgio666]

Pictured: A black cat with a pink tie eating a bowl of bisqué

Made in notes app

[i-am-lia]

Nunca fui capas de insultarte con firmeza y sinceridad porque sabia que nada era tu culpa, nada es tu culpa, yo sola permiti todo... pero hoy estoy cansa y no quiero hacer el esfuerzo mental de razonar las cosas. Hoy quiero ser ilogica y estoy enojada contigo.

Eres un idiota indeciso, eres cariñoso para relacionarte en general y eso me molesta, me rechazaste, no seas tan cariñoso, ¡marca un limite! Me pareces por ratos juzgador, idiota, mentiroso y distante.... No me quieres, nisiquiera se si me aguantas o solo te quedas conmigo para calmar la culpa... culpa que no debio existir...

Ya se que nada de esto es tu culpa, ya se que todo es mi culpa, ¡pero me duele! Me duele saber que quieres a otra, me duele darme cuenta que incluso entre tus amistades no soy tan importante, me lastima sentir tu indiferencia con mi presencia, ¿si me fuera, te doleria? Lo dudo sinceramente... y esta bien.

Este cariño que tengo me esta consumiendo y comienzo de verdad a odiarte... y no te lo mereces, pero yo quiero odiarte.

[idollete]

– 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝, 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲   ⋆ ˚｡ 𖹭

𝑤arnings: conteúdo exclusivo para +18.

ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ fernando!estudante de medicina; fuck buddies to haters (?); sugestivo (?); uni!au; br core; manhandling; dirty talk; menção a creampie; consumo de bebida alcoólica; degradação (uso de ‘puta’); spit kink; menção a anal.

notas da autora: interrompendo a programação pra avisar que eu ENLOUQUECI

Você odiava Fernando Contigiani com todas as suas forças.  

O sorriso dissimulado não te enganava, a atitude de cavalheiro ao ceder sempre um assento para uma garota, ser o brother da galera, o queridinho dos professores. Não. Fernando não era um mocinho.

– ‘Cê não gosta muito de festa, né? – Aquela voz. Você sabia muito bem a quem ela pertencia. – Ou é coisa de rolê de faculdade, calourada e tudo mais…

Não sabia o que te irritava mais. O fato dele agir como se vocês fossem amigos e aquele fosse um bate-papo casual, o sorriso estupido na cara dele ou todo o combo que gritava hétero top de federal; o caneco da atlética com o emblema gigante de Medicina, a bermuda e a camisa de botão, tudo preto, é claro, a correntinha prateada e o tirante atravessando o peito. 

Fernando riu diante do seu silêncio, aquele risinho filho da puta de quem age como se te conhecesse da cabeça aos pés. Era a mesma risada que ele dava quando começava a flertar com alguém, já viu isso acontecer bem de perto. Você o mediu da cabeça aos pés, sem fazer questão nenhuma de desfazer a expressão de poucos amigos. 

– Ou…O problema é comigo? – Atrevido, ele continuou. – Pô, porque eu já reparei como ‘cê me olha, todo mundo, na real. – A voz era mansa, se camuflava com o funk que tocava ao fundo. – Não gosta muito de mim, é isso? 

A atitude convencida te fez bufar e revirar os olhos, agora você realmente não gostava dele. Tirou o pirulito de cereja da boca, segurando-o no ar, balançando a cabeça enquanto soltava uma risadinha sarcástica. Odiou quando Fernando te acompanhou, parecendo se divertir com a situação. 

– Você é um desses caras que precisam de validação ou algo do tipo? – Atirou, viperina. 

– Nem…Só queria entender, sabe? – Tombando a cabeça para o lado, ele se aproximou de ti. Você não cedeu, por mais que o corpo musculoso te cobrisse, não se curvou diante dos caprichos de Fernando. – Queria entender como que ‘cê foi de uma garota que literalmente chorou me pedindo ‘pra levar pica ‘pra isso aí. 

É, tinha isso. Fernando também calhava de ser um antigo rolinho. Não significou nada, vocês ficaram algumas vezes, ele era bom - perigosamente bom - de cama, mas você meteu o pé antes de se envolver demais. Honestamente, não sabia nada sobre ele, porque só se viam quando queriam transar. 

Mas Fernando sabia tudo sobre você. Te observava pela faculdade, sentia seu olhar de desdém queimando pelas costas sempre que passava pelo corredor. Sabia também que aquilo era marra pura, você estava longe de ter esse ódio todo por ele. 

– Não enche, Fernando. – Seu temperamento rapidamente mudou, foi arisca ao mandá-lo cair fora. – ‘Tá apaixonado por mim, por acaso? Eu hein, se liga, cara. 

Decidida a ir embora dali o quanto antes, colocou o doce de volta na boca, contando que o gostinho bom não a deixaria tão amarga por dentro assim, dando as costas para o homem, não sem antes murmurar, ridículo. Tá com o ego magoadinho só porque levou um fora. Sentiu a palma se fechando no teu pulso e o seu corpo foi abruptamente puxado de volta para o local que estava. Seu olhar era mortal para o moreno, mas ele se mostrava indiferente a isso. 

– ‘Cê se acha boa demais, né? Boa demais ‘pra essa faculdade, ‘pra essa festa, ‘pra tudo. – O tom de voz era arrogante, ele te encarava de cima, superior. – Gosta de andar com esse nariz empinado por aí, marrenta. – Fernando se aproximava de ti a cada palavra, te encurralando contra a parede fria. – Mas esquece que até um tempo atrás ‘tava na minha cama me pedindo ‘pra te comer com força. – A mão no teu pulso parou no azulejo, ao lado da tua cintura, a proximidade te deixava em alerta. – ‘Pra encher essa buceta carente. Como era que ‘cê pedia mesmo? Por favor, Fê, só dessa vez, vai. – O cenho se franziu, imitando a carinha de coitada que você fazia quando levava pau. 

A mesma expressão que você parecia muito perto de fazer agora, relutando contra a vontade gritante de se jogar nos braços fortes, de deixar que ele te tomasse da maneira que bem entendesse, que te destruísse. Sentiu o pulso acelerar e o coração errar as batidas quando o joelho dele separou suas pernas, se metendo entre elas e pressionando o sexo molhado. O contato te fez engasgar no pirulito, chamando a atenção dele para os seus lábios. 

– Anda ‘pra cima e ‘pra baixo sempre com um pirulito. – Fernando riu, maldoso, segurando o palito. – Aposto que fica pensando no meu pau, de quando eu te dava um agrado e te dava porra na boquinha de manhã cedo. – O olhar caiu até onde o doce estava. – Abre. – A ordem veio impetuosa e o semblante era sério, bruto, te fez obedecer. – ‘Cê é tão puta que sempre precisa ter um buraquinho ocupado, seja aqui, – A língua lambeu o cantinho dos seus lábios. – Aqui. – O joelho se esfregou contra seu íntimo. – Ou até no cuzinho. – Aqui ele sussurrou, sorrindo com perversidade. – Mas, ó, toma aqui, pra deixar sua boca mais docinha. – Quando ele chegou mais perto, esperava ser beijada, acabou fechando até os olhinhos, mas tudo que recebeu foi um filete de saliva invadindo seu paladar. 

Seu semblante decepcionado não passou despercebido, porém tudo que Fernando fez foi rir de ti, sabendo que te tinha na palma da mão naquele momento. Antes de te devolver o pirulito, ele levou o doce até a própria boca, sujo ao passar a língua pela circunferência avermelhada, e só então o devolveu para ti. 

Porque Fernando é, na verdade, um garoto mau. 

Quando se afastou, ele te mediu da cabeça aos pés, guardando as mãos nos bolsos da bermuda. Os olhos ardiam em luxúria, muito diferente do olhar que costumava exibir pela faculdade. Antes de te deixar ali, murmurou, magoadinha ficava era a sua buceta sempre que eu te fodia.

Não, aqui ele não estava sendo o Fernando bonzinho. Ele estava sendo o Fernando que só você conhecia. E quando foi embora, desviando do caminho de onde as pessoas se reuniam, indo até o estacionamento deserto, você sabia que o sorriso educado que mostrava para todo mundo era a maior mentira que ele contava.

E você gostava disso.

[qroier]

okay it's post purgatory 1. roier cubito just got off that boat. everything sucks. cucurucho takes one look at roier's stumbling ass, thinks of all the blood covering him, how it belongs to his friends and family, how cellbit is nowhere in sight, and decides hmmmm.... I can do something with this.

so one day later, once people are more settled in, cucurucho siddles over to roier's house and knocks on his door. there's no answer. um, okay. he knocks harder. still no answer. well. maybe he's working on a building somewhere?

cucurucho needs to hurry. preparations are still under way for the trip to rescue the eggs but, well. roier doesn't exactly need to know any of that, does he? so he needs to find him quick.

he's not in la taqueria el tripon. no roier in the bodega. pemex looks desolate. ouch, someone stole from the coppel. on he goes, until. ah. the oxxo's a mess inside.

the shelves have been knocked over, there's somehow kitkats stuck to the ceiling, and the roier cardboard cutout attendee has a big hole punched into his face. cucurucho looks around some more, trying to figure out where to go from here, before he spots something on the floor that looks out of place. he crouches down to get a closer look and realizes he's looking at leaves. red leaves, specifically. red leaves and orange grass. well, that certainly explains where roier’s been.

cucurucho teleports over to cellbit's castle. he's already crossed the bridge and is just about to enter when he hears some sort of commotion somewhere to the castle's side. roier is there, at the castle's base, fighting with a bird over a bag of chips and yelling profanities. there's lots of bags of chips scattered around his feet.

"stupid fucking bird! is that your problem? you know only inglich? te estás haciendo pendejo leave my food ALONE!" roier gives one last pull that manages to free half the bag from the bird. chips go flying everywhere as the bag tears. roier stumbles backward and steps on another bag, shouting in dismay. the crunch is very loud.

"TÓMALA CULERO!" roier yells, shaking his fist like abueloier after the bird. he looks around and starts half-heartedly cleaning up the bags, still mumbling curses under his breath. wonderful, looks like he's not busy now.

cucurucho waits until roier's back is to him before walking up to him. "good morning."

"GAH!" roier wheels around to look at him, hand to his heart. "WHAT THE FUCK, MAN."

"hahaha," cucurucho laughs. he knows how it is with roier.

"culero estupido pendejo, ok, pues ríete de mi! ríete de mi!" roier crosses his arms and turns his back on cucurucho with a humph. the action makes more chips crunch. they both turn down to look at the scattered bags. roier's shoulders slump before crouching down to continue stacking them into piles.

"good morning," cucurucho repeats himself. politeness is vital. "what are you doing?"

"what does it look like, stupid? i'm eating chips." roier gives up at that point before plobing down on his back. he opens a bag of chips and starts eating them, slowly and one by one. there's a small radio next to him that cucurucho hadn't noticed before. it's not currently on.

"what are you doing?" cucurucho asks again, knowing that's not the full story.

"me voy a quedar aquí. me voy a quedar aquí comiendo mis papitas y me voy a podrir," roier turns to look into cucuruchos eyes at that. "adios." he says, and closes his own eyes. realizing he's forgotten something, roier grabbles for the radio next to him, eyes still closed, before he finally finds it and turns it on. si no te hubieras ido starts playing. he starts eating the chips again, each crunch louder than the last.

well, that won't do.

"no," cucurucho tells him politely.

roier opens one eye and squints up at cucurucho. marco antonio solís is still crooning, soft and low and made a bit tinny by the radio. "what the fuck do you mean, no?"

"no," cucurucho repeats. that won't do. roier is still covered in blood and wearing his emoier clothes. there's still an asset there.

"y bueno. pues f, no? mamate." roier closes his eye again, this time more firmly. there's finality to the motion. he reaches out and turns up marco antonio solís. he starts pointedly singing along.

"noy hay nada más difícil que vivir sin ti," roier and marco antonio solís mourn together. it's muffled by the sound of crunching chips. this won't do.

"sufriendo en la-"

cucurucho reaches down-

"aA WHA?" and pulls roier up by his bloodstained hoodie. he starts squawking immediately.

"ME ESTAN ASALTANDO, ME ESTAN ASALTANDO!" he shouts, looking around and going as far as placing a hand delicately to his forehead before remembering that there's no one left to come looking. the fight slumps out of him, and he twists out of cucurucho's grip easily. cucurucho considers the motion apprasingly. yes, he will do.

annoyance covers roier's face. he crosses his arms. "what the hell is wrong with you. que es tu problema. bueno, aparte de ser cucurucho y horible y asi."

cucurucho takes out the notepad he wrote ahead of time for this. preparation is always vital. he hands it to roier. roier raises an eyebrow before snatching it away and opening it to read through. his brow furrows almost immediately, before he clears that away and looks up from the book, eyes wide.

"ahaha, what the fuck?" roier goes back to reading the book, and scoffs as he pockets it once he's done. "nope! nuh uh, no acepto."

"why?" cucurucho asks him. it's a good offer. a smart one. they both get something they want in return if roier agrees to work for the federation.

"para que solo me pagen con café y enigmas? hm, no gracias." there's a glint in his eyes that he hides by looking around at the ground and muttering something about bears and ruined chips.

cucurucho takes out another book and writes down the offer he gave in the first book, as a reminder, before handing it over to roier. "the federation has resources to find people. stellar employees may request access, should their work be sufficient."

roier reads those lines. he looks at the book, pondering. he looks at cucurucho, also pondering. marco antonio solís finishes his song, and the radio switches over to llueve sobre la ciudad. the sound of static draws both of their attention to the radio. Instead of los bunkers, hozier's voice comes through, and they blink at the radio in confusion.

"do you think i'd give up," he sings, and cucurucho looks at roier pointedly.

roier just rolls his eyes. "fine! ugh." he pockets the second book and approaches cucurucho to poke a finger at his chest. "but i'm quitting the second you try and give me coffee!"

wonderful news.

"disfruta la isla," cucurucho tells him, smiling wider as roier goes to poke at the radio before he teleports back to the offices. a new asset has been acquired. everything is going as planned.

[rulodafuq]

AAAH QUE MIERDA OTRA VEZ SUCEDE LO MISMO, SE REPITE LA ESTÚPIDA SECUENCIA DE MIS ACTOS TODOS ESTUPIDOS.

¿A qué me refiero? A qué conoces nuevamente a una persona genial, es un amor contigo, aparte te luce bien y te hace sentir las malditas maripositas en el fucking estomago de nuevo, porque mierda tiene que sucederme esto? Acaso estoy hecho para que me salgan mal las cosas de nuevo? Simplemente estoy buscando mi paz y mi estabilidad y me tengo que relacionar con una mujer tan maravillosa y es como realmente estuve buscando desde hace tiempo en mi vida, no creo que ella se repita una vez y vengo, a cagarla otra vez, a quien mierda entiendo? No se pero me esfuerzo para gustarle para hacerla sentir bien, para que no se sienta confundidia y que vea que en realidad quiero hacer las cosas y se de cuenta que en verdad ella me importa que quiero demostrarle me esfuerzo plenamente en impresionarla y darle mi mejor visto bueno y zas me lanza de quinto piso sin contemplacion y depaso me pide que vamos muy rápido que actuamos como novios cuando realmente no lo somos pero y esa mierda que? Acaso no es suficiente con demostrarle que estoy para a ella que me preocupo por su bienestar que me duele si está mal, si algo le pasa o simplemente si necesita alguien a su lado yo puedo demostrar le que estare para ella ahi? Que más tengo que hacer para que se de cuenta que en serio necesito unos de sus besos que son los que me roba el aliento que sus miradas hacia siento que me ven hasta el alma que estoy aquí hasta tarde escribiendo esto porqué sinceramente no puedo dormir. Diablos que mierda hago? Será que la busco? Dejo que se vaya y simplemente sea Féliz? O simplemente digo que no podemos estar juntos porque? Porque no queremos demasiado? Acaso eso es lo que necesitamos en nuestra vida? Consigues a alguien que te quiere con la misma intensidad y vienes ponerle límites y buscas la manera de hacer la sentir diferente a resto y ella simplemente prefiere abrirse, maldita sea no entiendo nada.

Sinceramente no entiendo que tan complicada tiene que ser una mujer y no darse cuenta que en serio quiero algo bien con ella...

Me ignora con facilidad se nota que ni le cuesta extrañarme se nota que no quiere que esté con ella, mi deber es irme lo más pronto de su vida... Ya no hayo que hacer, y más si se trata de esto... Mentira me miento a mismo ya se que hacer. Ya tomé mi decisión.

[elgiropsiquicofan36]

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Dog y Hitoro luchan por sostenerse en las barandas del faro mientras las olas chocan violentamente en las afueras haciendo temblar el interior.

Hitoro: "Esto solo podría ser un Empoleon, no he visto nada retumbar tanto desde ese dia que vi a Erika encerrarse con el mejor amigo de su novio en el cuarto! Rayos!"

Dog: "Si lo recuerdo, ahora tiene mas sentido lo de nunca tener un marco de la cama... Supongo que se va a romper de todas maneras."

De repente ven pasar a una figura color lenteja rapidamente.

Hitoro: "Mierda parce, son esos guajiros de la nacional, VIENEN A ARMAR SUS CAMBUCHES EN NUESTRA ISLAAA!!!!! AAAAAAAAGGGHHH!!!"

Dog: "Relajate bro, a esos les das unos chontaduros y no traeran problemas....ademas.... no creo que sean ellos."

Hitoro: "Broder y si es la tomba? Estoy en libertad provisional recuerdas?"

Dog: "Man pues ya te quitaste el grillete electronico hace rato, no tendrian porque saber donde estas."

Hitoro: "Bueno, esta bien pero tu eres responsable de mi si es que llegaron por los del sotano..."

Dog: "Igual ya se murieron."

Hitoro: "Nah pana pues le di un forloko a un man y se comio a su esposa."

Dog: "Xd bro, yo me he comido a 2 pero nunca de esa forma..."

Hitoro: "Skill issue la vd."

El suelo del faro empieza a temblar mas y mas, algo grande se esta acercando a ellos...

Hitoro: "Esto me trae flashbacks de cuando me tapaste el baño en año nuevo."

Dog: "Callate estupido pueden haber minas a los alrededores."

Hitoro:"Cuales minas ngro boludo, la unica mina que conocemos es blue y esta con ese cuck, Red"

Dog:"Y Yellow?"

Hitoro: "Yellow es trans, viejo"

Dog: "..."

Dog: "Y Green?"

Hitoro: "Green es peruana."

Dog: "Oh."

los dos se quedan en silencio por un momento, evitando el contacto visual.

De repente sube un Talonflame y se mira a los ojos con Hitoro

Hitoro: "No es la DEA, pero esto no es nada mejor."

Dog: "BIDOOF, ES TU MOMENTO!!!"

Dog tira su pokebola al piso y activa a Bidoof!!

El Pokemon sale de la bola hecho carne molida, ahora solo es un cadaver inerte en el suelo.

Dog: "Mierda, creo que lo tire muy duro."

"Hazte a un lado inutil!". Dice Hitoro empujando a Dog hacia atras. "GARBODOR, TE ESCOJO A TI!!!"

Hitoro saca a Garbodor, el cual empieza a follarse el cadaver de el Bidoof.

Dog: "Breh"

Hitoro: "Tal vez debimos hacerle caso a la directora y entrenar a estos pokemones en vez de ponernos a jugar roblox y a ver brazzers todo el dia."

De la nada sube un marica montado en una nube con una bandana y un tubo pvc atado a su cintura.

"Talonflame, usa Envite Igneo!!!" Dice el imbecil.

El pajaro hp procede a exhalar una llamarada de 20 metros de fuego hacia el faro donde se encuentra Dog y Hitoro.

"CORREEEEEEEE!!!!!!"

Hitoro y Dog se lanzan adentro del cuarto del faro y se pegan contra la pared justo al mismo tiempo en que el fuego estalla las ventanas y la puerta con una fuerte explosion, tirando escombros y vidrio por todas partes.

"Mierda, siempre me he preguntado que pasaria si no tuviera un Pokemon para defenderme de otro..." Grita Dog en medio del caos.

Hitoro: "Bueno ahora ya lo sabemos los dos. Fuck!!!"

"Que hacemos ahora?!?!?" Grita Dog mientras se empiezan a romper las tablas de el techo y pedacitos de vidrio le razgan la cara.

Hitoro mira hacia los lados, no parece haber nada que le sea de ayuda en este momento.

Dog se asoma por la grieta en la pared, parece que el mamarracho esta preparando a su pajaro pendejo para otro ataque de mierda.

Dog: "No puedo morir aun!!! NO PUEDO MORIR ACAAAA!!!!!"

Hitoro saca su ultima pokebola de su canguro gucci...

"Espero esto sirva..." Dice Hitoro mientras le escurre la sangre de la frente.

"Toma ESTO GRASOSO DE MIERDAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!"

Hitoro le lanza la pokebola al marica del pajaro, el pendejo mirando con sorprendido cuando

TAS!!!

La Pokebola le atina y lo golpea en toda la boca, botandole sangre y dientes por el aire, y haciendolo perder el equilibrio.

"Dog!!!" Grita Hitoro. "ES TU TURNOOO!!!!!!"

Dog le avienta una master ball al pelotudo a 100km/h, el pajaro a punto de disparar mas fuego.

TAS!!!

La master ball acierta y le magulla la frente al pringado, haciendolo rompiendo su balance y tirandolo de su nube.

El pajaro al ver a su dueño cayendo a su muerte, deja de cargar su ataque y se lanza tras su entrenador.

Dog: "Se fue, creo que se fue."

Hitoro: "Sirvio, JAJAJAJA!!!! FUNCIONO!!! SOY UN GENIO!!!"

Dog: "Ey, la directora acaba de decirme que falta la mitad de habitantes por irse"

Hitoro: "Tienes mas pokebolas?"

Dog: "No, esa que acabo de tirar se supone que era para poder cojer algun Shiny..."

Hitoro: "Tienes ese voltorb aun no?"

Dog: "Si... pero creo que se quiere suicidar, entonces lo voy a mantener ahi hasta que sea una emercencia y necesite el proximo Gaza vs Israel."

Hitoro: "Q sigma."

Hitoro mira hacia sus lados. Escombro, polvo y olor a quemado llenan el cuarto.

La tembladera del faro ha disminuido, aunque aun se este desaciendo el rancho no es tan potente como hace unos minutos...

Las mismas explosiones se escuchan a la distancia, en donde se ubican los demas faros.

"Espero que no se hayan muerto aun." Dice Dog, levantandose del suelo.

Hitoro: "No creo que hayan tenido tanta suerte como nosotros, yo apuesto que Alex ya esta muerto."

Dog: "Bueno al menos ya no podra abusar sexualmente a sus pokemones."

Hitoro: "Si por que hasta con Francisco estarian mejor."

Hitoro mira hacia los lados precavidamente y despues saca un cofre de debajo de la cama.

Dog: "Que es eso?"

"Ya veras" Dice Hitoro mientras abre las chapas del baul.

Hitoro saca una puta ametralladora con tripode de el cofre, mientras Dog lo mira boquiabierto.

"Siempre quise usar esto" Dice Hitoro, amarrandose la municion del arma por el cuerpo.

Dog: "Por que tienes eso aqui?"

Hitoro: "Precisamente por momentos como estos."

Al terminar lo que dijo, ocho Aerodactyls se ven a lo lejos acercandose a ellos a toda velocidad.

"Sosten esto, tenlo templado y hasta destras de mi!!!!" Grita Hitoro, pasandole el cinturon de municion de Dog que usara el arma.

Hitoro se arrodilla en el suelo, extendiendo el tripode y ajustando la mira, Dog pega su espalda a la de su amigo para quitar el recoil y tiempla el cinturon de municion.

HIJOS DE PUTA NO ME QUITARAN MIS PEQUEÑOS TRABAJADORES INDONESES AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!

Hitoro empieza a descargar todo el cargador de su M60 en los Aerodactyls, acribillandolos a todos sin compasion.

Dog: "Asi no se jugaban los duelos Pokemon..."

Hitoro masacra a los pobres pokemones sin compasion, dejandolos desfigurados y sacando a volar sus tripas y su sangre por todas las barandillas antes de que los pokemones cayeran todos en picada hacia el vasto oceano que los circunda.

De repente, el faro se empieza a sacudir como nunca antes, pedazos de madera caen sobre el suelo, los ladrillos y el cemento se despegan y les timbran los oidos.

El faro se desmorona y se cae para un lado, y un pedazo de madera cae sobre la cabeza de Hitoro, noqueandolo de inmediato.

Dog: "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"

Dog se echa a la espalda a su amigo, y mientras el faro se rompe por completo y  cae rumbo al mar, Dog se sostiene de Hitoro y se lanza por las barandas hacia el frio mar abisal...

Fuego llovia del cielo y los escombros caian hacia ellos, y el tiempo desacelero por un segundo,

En ese momento es como si Dog viera su vida pasar al frente de sus ojos, todas las memorias que tuvo con sus amigos, las veces jugando phantom forces y haciendo tostadas francesas por la mañana, el olor a pais de manzana antes del de la codeina por la noche, fumando yerba en los puentes y riendose en el norte,  y cuando caían a la teamfight a comer pizza de 3000 despues del colegio, todo lo que trabajo y sufrio para poder llegar a donde estaba, dejando todo atras...

Dog cierra los ojos, se agarra mas fuerte de Hitoro y se deja caer.

[pupuseriazag]

Blue Tarantula 2/??

(Don pendejo (me) added too many things he wanted to do during vacations and now is suffering the consequences of not being able to organize himself and forgor to upload chapters days before perdonenme pls ando medio pendejo anyways heres another one)

Some mumbling around dragged me back into consciousness, the harsh white lights now were dim and I was laying sideways, my stomach still hurting but now from hunger. 

"Lyla, give me the report." He came back.

"Uhh they have stabilized but are still in weak condition." 

"...That's strange." I heard him approach me. "Hey, ¿Estás despierto?" 

I tried to keep my eyes closed, not moving a single inch.

"Rox." 

"¿Qué queres?" 

He sighed in relief. "¿Cómo te sientes?" 

"Hmph" 

"Esa no es una respuesta." 

My stomach growled audibly. 

"..."

"Tomaré eso como respuesta. Lyla, ask Pedro to bring something for them." 

"Okey!" I heard the lady reply.

"Supongo que tuviste tiempo para pensar y tranquilizarte." 

I remained silent.

"¿Desde hace cuanto tienes hambre?" 

"¿Hace cuanto te fuiste?" 

"8 horas."

"Desde hace 7" 

He sighed again. "Me lleva la ching- ¿Por qué no usaste el panel de asistencia?" He sounded slightly annoyed.

"..."

"Rox."

"No quiero creerte." I finally admitted. 

"¿Perdón?" 

"...Me rehúso a creer lo que dijiste. No tiene sentido y es algo estupido… pero no logro encontrarle sentido al porque hay cosas tan… futuristas, aquí." 

I just don't want to engage in this situation anymore.

"Mira, Rox." His tone softened. "Sé que es demasiada información. Pero quiero que sepas que hago esto por el bien de todos. No solo por mi bien, o el tuyo." I turned my head to him. "También el de todas las personas." 

"...." 

"Sé que no es fácil. Pero déjame ayudarte." 

"Respondeme a algo." I sat again. "¿Por qué yo?" 

"Serias de gran ayuda, todavía estoy empezando a reclutar gente. Pero estoy seguro qu-" 

"¿Por qué yo?"

He closed his eyes for a second. "Porque esto involucra a tu universo tamb-"

"¡¿Por qué yo?!"

"...Porque no iba a permitir que murieras de una manera tan estúpida, suficientes personas han muerto ya y no quiero ver ese número crecer. ¿Ya estás contento?" 

"Yo no necesitaba que me rescataras. Nadie ha estado ahí para mí y ciertamente no necesitaba intervención de parte de Don Pendejo Colmillos" 

"¿Un gracias por lo menos no se te puede salir?"

"¡¿Gracias de que, imbécil?! ¡OH GRACIAS POR RESCATARME DE MI DESCANSO ETERNO! ¡AHORA FELIZMENTE TE AYUDARE A QUE EL UNIVERSO NO EXPLOTE! ¡TE PODES IR MUCHO AL CAR-!" 

"Uhm… should... I come back later…?" We both turned our head to another person wearing a similar suit, but with an apron on top and a trail with food.

"No no, come in." The big guy crossed his arms. "I'm pretty sure the insufferable attitude will stop once they get their damn meal." 

Asshole.

The other "spider" dude approached the bed, putting the trail on my lap, the silence was deafening.

He got to the door and waved bye with his hand, leaving awkwardly after finding us fighting. 

I took a glance at the food. It… definitely looks like food, at least the edible kind.

"Come." He demanded. "Que todavía estás débil." 

"¿La envenenaste?" 

"Come." 

I took the plastic spoon, carefully taking some of the rice on the plate and bringing it closer to my nose to see if I could smell it being laced.

The man rolled his eyes dramatically. "Es un puto arroz con pollo, ya deja de ser tan dramatico." 

"Dramático el vergazo que te voy a dar en la jeta." I mumbled before taking the first bite, slowly chewing the rice and trying to taste anything suspicious in it.

…It was a pretty damn good rice.

I took another bite, but still not wanting him to believe all my suspicions were gone.

I heard him huff. "¿Siempre eres así de desconfiado?" 

"¿Siempre sos así de metido?" I kept eating, my face softening without me realizing since the food was so good.

I hadn't had eaten such a good meal in a while, I cant fucking believe I'm falling for this ruse. 

We stood in silence as he watched me eat, making sure I did not left anything as if I was a fucking child.

But surely, my temper had calmed a little after finally eating some food. 

"Puta que rico" I sighed and mumbled under my breath.

"Eso debiste haber hecho hace horas, ya te sentirías mejor si por lo menos hubieras comido." 

"Callate"

"¿Te da pena admitir que estabas equivocado?" I swear this bitch is taking me to my limit. 

"Callate." 

"Goshhh you two are so annoying" The little holo woman appeared again. "If nobody stops you two you're going to end up fighting until you're old" 

I crossed my arms. "Well then, you tell me." I addressed her. "Tell me he is lying" 

"As much as I would love to snitch and say yes… He actually is not lying" 

"Not you too…" I brought a hand to my face.

"I think I know how to make this easier." She zapped from side to side until reappearing at the door and opening it. "Ta-da!" 

"Layla, what are you doing?!" He got up from his seat.

"If you don't let them see outside they are not going to believe you, Miguel." 

I threw the trail to the side and launched myself towards the door, nows my chance.

The burst of adrenaline I had in the moment helped me run from the hexagonal hallways until I found myself face to face with a massive tower with several floors… and a lot of those other people with spider suits.

No… it can't be…

I shot a web to go to a higher floor with glass windows, running up to them to look outside, this has to be a joke.

I saw green plains and futuristic looking skyscrapers, things that looked like flying cars going around them. And as much as I tried to shove my face into the window to confirm they were tv screens… I couldn't.

I'm… I'm actually not in my world.

I covered my mouth in panic and took a step back, trying to regulate my breathing as the situation began to overwhelm me.

"Excuse me… are you ok?" Someone put a hand on my shoulder and I immediately shrugged it off.

"DONT TOUCH ME" I yelled and ran away again, to nowhere and just somewhere I could feel safe.

I want to go home, I don't want to be part of this, I did NOT ask to be part of this shit. I want to go back to my stupid universe where things make sense and there are no buff men holding me hostage. (Nota de Zag: no sea pendejo mijo)

I ran until I found myself in a corridor with dim lights, and my legs collapsed to the ground making me fall to my knees, trembling with fear and anxiety.

My eyes were watery and my breathing became irregular. Sobbing and letting my tears fall on the floor.

"Porque… ¡¿Porque?!" I let out to myself and closed my eyes, finally breaking down in tears.

I heard quick steps from behind. "See? I told you they would not go far" it was the voice of that woman, he must be also with her.

"Rox-" 

"Dejame ir…" I sobbed. "Déjame regresar a mi hogar…" 

"Entonces ya te diste cuenta de la situación." 

"¡SI! ¡Y NO QUIERO SER PARTE DE ELLO!" 

"Para tu desgracia, eres parte de esto desde el momento en el que te convertiste en spiderman"

"¡PUES RENUNCIO!" I yelled and tried to take off my suit. "¡YA NO QUIERO NADA! ¡SOLO QUIERO UNA VIDA TRANQUILA!" 

I was about to take off the top part of my suit when he got closer, his shadow covering me completely.

"Ciérrate el traje." 

"¡OBLIGAME!" I turned my head to him and he grabbed me from my sides, putting the top part of my suit again and closing the zipper in a swift move.

"No tienes más ropa aquí, y no voy a dejar que andes por ahí desnudo solo por un berrinche." Still holding my side, he helped me get up effortlessly. "Te llevaré de regreso, no estás en buena condición." 

"¿Sabes que me hará sentir mejor? ¡IRME A MI PUTA CASA!" 

"¡EL BIENESTAR DE TU UNIVERSO ESTÁ EN PELIGRO! ¡DEJA DE SER TAN EGOÍSTA!"

“¡PUES NO ESTAS AYUDANDO! ¡CADA VEZ QUIERO MORIRME MÁS!” 

The holo lady appeared “They’re right, you’re making it worse” 

He released me and I turned to see him, sticking my back to the wall behind me.

“Hey what’s all this ruckus about, Miguel? Did anything bad happen?” Another one of those people came closer, this one maskless and casually approaching the big dude. “Can’t you see you’re scaring this poor girl?”

“Not a girl.” 

“Ah, my bad.” He leaned on the big dude. “Poor thing is having a rough time and you’re intimidating…” He looked at me, like asking how to address me.

“Them” 

“Them, right.” He continued. “That way you’re not going to have that many people join you.”

“Alright, let's see YOU do this then. I’m done trying to explain in any fucking way shape or form how their universe IS IN DANGER-”

“Yeah yeah yeah, go get yourself a cup of coffee, ok? I’ll talk to them and make sure they are ok”

“Peter.” 

“I know, I know. But don’t worry, I got this” He winked at him.

I trust this place less now.

“Ya estoy hasta la chingada, ya haz lo que se te dé la puta gana. Pero después no vayas a decir que no te advertí” He finally said while pointing his index at my chest.

He left to the other side of the tunnel, entering through a door I had not seen into god knows where.

I closed my eyes for a moment, finally he was gone.

“Hey-” He tried to put a hand on my shoulder and I slapped it away. “Ok ok, sorry.” 

“Tell me where I can get the fuck out.”

“Woah, easy there” He moved his hands downwards. “First you gotta relax, I’m not gonna take you anywhere.”

“You don’t get it, I don't want to be part of this.”

“And why is that?”

“What do you mean “why”?! I don't want to have the fucking destiny of MY universe in MY hands.” I continued. “That dude just came to my universe, supposedly rescued me from my death and comes telling me now I have TO PROTECT MY UNIVERSE?!”

“I know it must be too much-”

“IT IS! I DON'T WANT TO BE PART OF THIS! I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS!” I grabbed my suit from my chest. “DYING WOULD’VE SAVED ME”

“Hey don’t say that.” He interjected. “Your life is worth living”

“You don't even know the shit I’ve gone through.”

“Well.” He put his hands in his pockets. “I’m all ears.” 

“...You… want to hear my story?”

“Everyone in this place has a story to tell, after all. We’re all spidermen.” He turned on his heel, walking away. “Come with me, let’s chat somewhere comfortable”

I let him walk for some moments, until he turned and signed with his hand to follow him.

He took me to another area, one that looked more like a lounge with tables and expensive looking booth seats, by far the most familiar thing I’ve seen in this place. 

This dude is far more friendly than whatever Don Pendejo 

“Ok let’s start from the beginning.” He offered me his hand. “My name’s Peter B. Parker.”

I looked at his hand, and slowly shook it, returning the gesture. “Rox Reyes.”

“Great! Nice to meet you!”

“Same… I guess.”

“I’m listening.” 

I took a deep breath, preparing myself mentally but feeling less stressed now that at least someone tried to make me feel comfortable and not threaten me… I’m still not completely convinced these people won't hurt me tho… but I guess talking about my misfortunes won't hurt.

And minutes later I found myself still ranting about everything with Peter, everything from my life before and after I turned into Tarantula… it feels better to finally talk about this with someone else, specially with someone who actually understands me (or at least pretends to)

All of these very specific problems I’ve had, Peter always continued it with a “I know right???” “Oh yeah, that tends to happen” “I remember my first time doing that!!” He even showed me his own webs when I questioned if he was really like me… he even took a pic of the spider that bit him… which is something I didn't think of when it happened to me.

“Peter, I want to ask you something… but I want you to be completely honest with me.”

“Sure.”

“No no, I’m being serious. It may affect my choice.” 

“I promise I’ll be honest.”

“Ok…Are you all really going to save your universes… or is this just an elaborate joke to make me speak and probably use me to cause more evil in “my universe” because you guys are actually just Alchemax employees and not actually spiderpeople?”

“Thats certainly a mouthful of a question”

“Please respond.” I lowered my gaze. “ I… I’m just scared and-”

“No no, I get it. I would’ve also thought the same if I had gone through what you lived through.”

“So…”

“Have some trust in us, that’s all I will say.” He gave me a reassuring smile. “I know Miguel can be intimidating but that's just because he cares so much about this mission. After all, he is the one hosting us.”

“What?”

“Yeah! This is his place and his universe. You could say he is the “leader” and the one who started this fight to keep the multiverses safe.” He laughed it off. “But don’t worry, he may be grumpy and dramatic, but he doesn't not mean harm.”

I looked away, remembering his fangs and talons… I don't know why that is the part I believe less, he certainly looked like he would rip me in half if he wanted.

“Suuuure”

“Give him a chance, I’m sure you two will get along… after all he…” Peter stopped, thought about it and shook his head sideways. “I’ll let him tell you that part.”

“What is it?”

“I’ll just say, he also had his rough moments in his life.”

“That doesn't excuse him being an asshole.”

“Does it excuse you from being one?”

I- He-... 

He left me fucking speechless I was not expecting him to read me like that.

“No offense of course, I know you’re just trying to make sense of this.”

I crossed my arms. “Gotta hand it to you, Peter… you gagged me.”

“...Do I smell bad?”

“No no, it's… it's just a dumb saying. I was just not expecting you to say that.”

“Oh, ha ha!” 

“...I guess you’re right. I acted ungrateful after he… well, just did what he thought was right.”

“You know, there was once a time in my life where I felt like the only thing that could save me was death as well.”

“You?”

“Yeah, I had a rough time when I was... maybe slightly older than you.” He continued. “I divorced my wife, my aunt passed away and I was depressed for a long time.”

“Sounds rough… wait, didn't you say you’re married?”

“Yeah! We remarried after I came back from another universe and I decided to give it a shot, and here I am.” He smiled, probably remembering stuff. “What I want to say is that things do get better, Rox. Even if it feels like it is a never-ending nightmare.”

“Even if I have heard that same phrase since I was a teenager and things only continued to go downhill?”

“Even if you feel like that. Who knows? Maybe this is your chance to have a better life”

“I wish you were right.”

“What stops you from trying?”

I thought about it for a second… if I come back now and choose to stay, it means I will be returning to my old life… Lonely, depressing and stressed old life. The safety of my universe won’t be my responsibility… but I’m bound to fall again by one of those anomalies if it happens to be slightly stronger than that cyborg.

And if I stay… I’ll now have the responsibility to deal with those anomalies in my universe and in someone else’s universe… But I won’t be on my own, I’ll be surrounded by people who according to Peter... will gladly lend me a hand. 

…And even if I want to end it all… I wouldn’t feel good knowing that my universe… my mom… would soon disappear.

I don’t want my universe to perish, I just want to disappear from it.

Still… I’m not sure if I do want to have the responsibility to do so.

“...Myself, I guess.”

“I won’t pressure you to choose. But! It would be good if you gave it a little more thought, after all, it's your life.”

“...”

“But remember Rox, whatever you choose.” He placed a hand on my shoulder. “You’re not alone in this.”

He smiled genuinely at me and his phone started ringing. 

"Welp, that's my sign to go home." He patted his knees and got up.

"You don't stay here?" 

"No, I can't." He said touching some things with his futuristic watch. "My wife and I expecting sooo, It’s time to go and take care of her" 

"Oh I see, congrats." I said politely.

"Thanks. Also also!" He pointed at me before entering one of those weird glitching portals "Don't get intimidated by Miguel, ok? Take care Rox!" 

And so, Peter entered the portal and left, leaving me alone again.

I thought about the things Peter told me and their mission in the spider society and how I had ended up in such a…weird situation.

[atinygf-moved]

OKAY . lets talknabout this fucking handsome boy

[rhiannon-sweetheart]

NUNCA MÁS pt. 1

Pairing:  Madison Montgomery x fem! reader

warnings: none I tried to make it angsty lol, might make this into two parts who knows

summary: Madison stood you up again for the third time and you are done with her bullshit (P.S I made the reader Hispanic to spice it up a bit plus cause why not lol)

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It was a cold night in the middle of December you and Madison had planned out a date between the both of you, but this time she stood you up and you were sure that she was going to show up, you even wore her favorite dress that you liked to put on for her. You ordered a couple more drinks with couples passing by giving you sympathetic looks at you, you called over a waiter and paid for your drinks, and left.

As you made it back to the house there was Zoe who knew what happened and followed you to your shared bedroom, and sure enough there she was, Madison texting like 30 people at once. you stood at the door frame giving a knock at the door trying to get her attention and sure enough, it worked. she looked up at you and knew she fucked up again.

"Really while I was over there sitting by myself in that god damn forsaken restaurant, you're over here texting the night away?"

"Okay, so what? it isn't like you died now did you know?"

"So, I dolled up myself for nothing, just to get stood up for nothing?"

she knew there was no lying at this point, so she just nodded at you

"Bueno si tu no Eres ni  Capaz de dar un-Minuto de Amar que tu estupido Orgullo te a hecho."  

"Now don't go speaking to me in Spanish I'm not your kid."

"I'll stop when you can start dedicating your time to me and to not some slut on that phone!"

" Oh, please you're seriously thinking that now? just because I miss out on another date doesn't mean that."

"don't make me laugh now, your one of those who think just cause there Valiente Creer en  tener la Razon, Eres un cobarde un pequeño inseguro mujer de carton."

Zoe knew Madison wasn't going to leave this one alive, so she just straight left them behind and went downstairs, you walked in and grabbed a duffle bag and started to put clothes and necessities in it, she didn't ask where you were going, you started to cure her out in Spanish here and there giving her a piece of your mind. when she was going to speak you stopped her right there and then

"No quiero escucharte, ya ha sido bastante, vermos ahora quien se queda sola y si sirvo o no."

And with that, you left to your old room throwing the duffle bag into the corner of the room you took off that dress and put on a large hoodie with some random ass pajama pants and lied in bed wondering where this went wrong.

[roguish-gallery]

Could we have random hc’s about Bane? There’s never enough Bane content in the fandom! Maybe something about how he interacts with the other rogues?

It’s been a while since I’ve taken a crack at writing for all of the Rogues, so this was a lot of fun to do! Thank you, anon! And of COURSE as a Bane stan I love to write literally anything about him!

Bane + Interactions with Other Rogues!

Catwoman:

He doesn’t appreciate how often she’ll team up with Batman (let’s be honest he’s just really jealous that she’s better at getting a rise out of Bruce than he is) but he doesn’t outright hate her. In all honesty, he begrudgingly respects Selina, and he’ll admit that she’s very clever.

Selina doesn’t have a particularly high opinion on Bane, but she doesn’t do anything to get in his way. She likes that he goes out of his way to look out for disenfranchised kids who live in Gotham.

Harley Quinn:

Every time they’re near each other, Harley asks him to flex. Or if she can wear his mask. Or if she can touch his hairy arms. Bane doesn’t get it... But... okay. He’s told her no multiple times but she doesn’t listen so now he just kind of accepts it. 

She has a Zest for Life that Bane wishes he had more of.

Joker:

Gringo. Estupido. Pendejo. Puta. Bobo. Te odio... y voy a destruirte.

Joker pissed in Bane’s Venom tank once and it almost fucking killed him. he can’t stand that fucking twink.

Killer Croc:

They spot each other at the gym in Blackgate, but Waylon still hasn’t quite gotten over Bane beating the absolute shit out of him when they first met, and Bane can’t fault him for that.

Mad Hatter:

He is a little man. A little man who perhaps has too much time on his hands. But. But! He is very nice and he insists that Bane takes a tray of cookies back with him anytime they meet up to plot crimes. 

Jerv also affectionately calls him the Gryphon and Bane kinda likes it.

Mr. Freeze:

They acknowledge each other but they don’t typically interact asdasjlkfjldk.

Vic prefers to work alone and his suit gives him enhanced strength so he doesn’t feel the need to seek Bane out. Likewise, Bane doesn’t like the cold and it fucks with his Venom so he doesn’t see a point in working with Vic.

Penguin:

YALL I WANT THEM TO BE FRIENDS SO BAAAAD BUT THEY CAN’T FUCKING STAND EACH OTHER IN THE COMICS IT’S LITERALLY BEEF ON SIGHT EVERY FUCKING TIME. BANE LITERALLY JUST MANHANDLES OZ LIKE THE PETTY BITCH HE IS. PICKS HIM UP LIKE A KITTEN. Oz at least acknowledges that Bane has Milk tho so that’s something I guess.

If you want an example where they actually get along really well, PLEASE watch Mystery of the Batwoman. They r cute :)

Whenever **I** write them, I like to think that there’s some amount of respect between each other. Like Oswald just says “Oh this guy is MUCH bigger than I am and literally just as intelligent so I’m not going to fuck with him.” and Bane leaves him to do his thing. Sometimes Oz hires him for occasional jobs, and they go out to the opera together for a fun time.

Poison Ivy:

Bane admires her drive and her intelligence so knows better than to underestimate Pam, but he’s not... particularly passionate about the environment (he’s passive, slightly sympathetic at best) and unlike most people he’s actually not afraid to admit that around her. That understandably doesn’t sit well with Pam, and back when Bane did Venom, Pam would steal some of his supply to experiment with on her plants. He didn’t appreciate that. 

The two usually try to not engage with each other but they might, they MIGHT, be willing to put their shit aside and team up with other for schemes.

Riddler:

Already answered! Done aaaaaand done!

Scarecrow:

THEY GENUINELY LIKE EACH OTHER!!!! BRAIN AND BRAWN!!! Bane points at Jonathan and he’s like “YOU. You get it.” and Jonathan points back like “You’re alright with me.” 

They like to get together and talk about chemicals, academia, and physically and mentally breaking Batman. Jonathan thinks it was extremely cool and extremely sexy when Bane snapped Batman’s spine and Bane offers to spot Jonathan so he can follow suit. (Jon has yet to take him up on this offer though)

Also. this.

Two-Face:

They aren’t like... Close... And they’ll probably just piss each other off if they ever hung around each other for long enough but Bane generally doesn’t have any beef with him. They would buy each other a drink at a bar and that’s basically the extent of their relationahip.

Honestly, Bane is pretty fascinated with Harvey’s past with Bruce, but it’s extremely hard for anyone to get Harv to talk about his old life.

[anchorandrope]

Estoy extremadamente enojada, demasiado enojada. Es el primer stunt de harry que presencio en vivo y en directo entonces tengo algunos sentimientos a flor de piel.

Pero sorpresivamente lo que más me molesta son dos cosas:

1 que hayan tenido que caer tan bajo como para tener que estar semi desnudos en frente de las cámaras (porque SABIAN que había cámaras, sino no se hubiesen cubierto). Y no culpo a harry porque el no controla todo esto, sino que culpo a todo su equipo por hacer las cosas para la mierda y humillarlos de esta forma (de todas formas olivia no se me hace ninguna santa porque si tiene el poder de dirigir y promocionar su película de la forma que se le plazca estoy segura de que tuvo algo/mucho que ver en esto)

2 Olivia literalmente le saco TODO el protagonismo a florence haciendo este stunt estúpido. Todos los ojos están puestos en ella (olivia) y en harry. Ni si quiera soy fan de florence pero si fuese ella estaría muy enojada porque casi ni se habla de ella. Y QUE DESPUES NO ME VENGAN LAS FANS DE OLIVIA A DECIR NO REBAJE UNA MUJER A UN HOMBRE PORQUE OLIVIA SE ESTA REBAJANDO SOLITA.

Estoy literalmente harta de todo esto porque siento que pasaron un limite. Yo YA SE que harry no esta demasiado afectado con todo esto porque lamentablemente esta acostumbrado a este sistema, pero se puede ver en la cara de culo que tiene en todas las fotos que hasta el esta harto de esto.

Perdon, no es nada personal con vos, se siente bien saber que, aunque sea en anónimo, alguien me va a leer. Solamente necesitaba descargarme.

Que tengas buen dia😬🤗

hola amor!

primero que nada: ya se que es duro ver un stunt mientras sucede por primera vez pero por favor no se hagan mala sangre por esto, en serio no vale la pena. todo lo que empieza termina y este stunt no es la excepción. se que es horrible ver este tipo de non-sense así que si es necesario, no se mantengan al tanto de esto.

voy a empezar por el robo de protagonismo a florence: concuerdo, si yo fuese florence estaría enojada de que se le da mas atención (y se le va a dar más atención) a un stunt que a su actuación como la protagonista de la película. realmente debe ser decepcionante saber que tu esfuerzo y dedicación es y va a ser opacado por tu directora “saliendo” con uno de los actores. ella se merecía mucho más.

respecto al stunt en general: este stunt a comparación de otros, no esta relacionado con el closeting ni con la imagen de mujeriego ni nada de eso (sirve pero no es su función principal), esto pura y exclusivamente para darle promo a la película. realmente creo que el equipo de harry debería cambiar su “all press is good press” lema por algo que realmente sirva porque esta “atención” no me esta gustando para nada. este stunt es tan estupido en cada sentido posible pero lo que más me molesta es que desvalorizó toda la carrera de harry, la credibilidad de la película y encima hacen una sesión de fotos a lo largo del mundo en el medio de una fucking pandemia like ???

yo creo que el fandom quiere ver todo como blanco o negro cuando la mayoría de las veces es gris, la mitad del fandom esta tipo “pobre harry que tiene que pasar por esto🥺” y la otra esta tipo “harry planeó todo esto, todo es su culpa, fuck styles🙄” cuando harry no es un pobre inocente forzado a esto pero tampoco lo disfruta y lo planeó lol. si no señalas sus acciones sos una ciega que no quiere aceptar los errores que cometió y si los reconoces te tildan de rad.

yo creo, en lo personal, que en este stunt en específico fue innecesario y restó mas de lo que sumó. se que harry accedió a esto y aunque no lo culpo por ello (ya que es parte de su trabajo, les guste o no) si lo culpo por su comportamiento respecto a la pandemia. acceder a viajar por el mundo para vacaciones y/o para hacer un stunt no esta bien, la situación en la que vivimos no es un chiste.

again, por favor no sobre piensen esto, es solo same shit but different day, nada especial.

cuídate mucho anon xx

[walking-mess-lol]

Imagine how mentally fucked up i got from school i literally cry if i lose an exam, like, it worries us so much, they always make it like the number on the paper we get will define us as a person and it doesnt, like- i have a teacher that thinks grades are literally stupid and we have to unlearn that a 10 (we grade 00-100) does not define the intelligence of a person and is not the end pf the world but it's impossible to just dont care cause if you have bad grades then you fucked up. The worst thing is its supposed to have some kind of grade sistem to make us learn so we know what to upgrade (i think thats not the best word to use, sorry english its not my first language) in our studies but i think the sistem of schools make it like its all we have or something, i just lost the line sorry im just ranting in english for some reason. Well if you wanna know what im talking hit the translate button cause im going nowhere talking in english

Es que este sistema escolar esta jodido, te dicen que los numeros no te definen pero es lo unico que tienes, es como se manejan las cosas, y castigan si los tienes mal, dan rabia, es estupido, ni enseñan bien a veces los profesores y luegi la culpa es nuestra porque no nos importen los temas o solo busquemos por ensima, no dan ganas, no se siente una razon buena, solo quiero irme. Porque estoy quejandome tanto. Ya muy tarde pero ignoren o si opinan lo mismo o quieren debatir o algo pues soy todo oídos

[lenarsws]

Locomia

Hola

Me pregunto como estaras jejeje

La verdad no se nada de ti desde hace varios meses y bueno... me da miedo hablarte

Desde que terminamos solo me la pase encerrado por la cuarentena y para ser sincero no se si me duele que me hayas dejado, desde que hace mucho, me siento sin emociones y no entiendo por que sera

Acaso sera por que no me siento bien conmigo mismo ? O no se

La verdad todo me parece una mierda

No sonrio si es que no hay algo gracioso en internet

Seguro tu sientes lo mismo ya que dijiste que ye estabas volviendo asi...

No te culpa seguro te hice sufrir de mas cuando estabamos juntos y por eso tus lagrimas no me pertenecen, seguro eso estara bien nondeberia llorar por un hombre que no te cuido como debia aunque tu tampoco me cuidaste pero ya no importa eso supongo...

La vida sigue y uno tiene que guiarla aunque la verdad me da curiosidad como guias la tuya por que yo ni se donde estoy... queria Ser tecnico en minera luego profesor y ahora tecnico en electronica

Aunque mi mamá se enojo bastante ya que no hay becas para eso jajajajaja

Tendre que gastar dinero para estudiar esa mierda e intento buscar un trabajo ya que seguramente para hacer practicos tendre que usar varias cosas, cuando fui a la psicologa para hacer llenar unos papeles para inscripcion me pregunto que es lo que yo mas queria, que pensaba de mi futuro y si elijo bien mis cosas...

No sabia que contestarle la verdad estoy re perdido y parece que siempre lo estuve, me siento muy inseguro de mi mismo que ni si quiera que es lo que quiero

Seguro otros me diran que casa uno arma su vida pero tampoco me esfuerzo para eso, me la paso encerrado en mi cuarto y nada mas salgo para comer o molestar con mis hermanos pero luego de eso solo me encierro y me escondo en una pantalla sin escribir con alguien real

Me siento tan solo que ya siento que no tengo amigo

Sera que asi me quedare ?

Solo ?

Quisiera sentarme y beber hasta esperanque alguien me mate y no preocuparme asi no pensare en cagadas y tampoco sere una carga para mi familia

Tal vez ya no te amo y eso seguro es porque eras muy miaterios y reservada

Siempre pense que en verdad no me amas y creia que solo te divertias conmigo ya que siempre te escodias de tus padres cuando caminabamos por las calles y algunas veces ibas con amigos a lo cual nunca conoci

Pero nunca dije nada por que la verdad estaba tonto por ti y bueno eras mi amor y te amaba mucho jajajaja cuando me dejaste uffff llore por ti ya que no me esperaba que me terminaras mientras dormia

Seguro el destino me hizo despertar cuando justamente me lastimabas entre letras que me escribias ese dia lo recuerdo por el momento extraño jajajajaja en verdad fue horroroso

Pero bueno solo me hizo desconfiar de ti muchisimo

Y cuandonte veia en la unincon otros chicos la verdad me sentia demaciado mal

Solo pensaba en agarrarte y gritar varias cosas para ver si eso calmaba mis corazon pero de suerte solo te vi y descie miraba para no verte

Despues te eacribiria para ver si volverias a mi y sin pensar en como te responderia solo te hablaria desesperadamente aunque tu tampoco estabas bien ya que llorabas cuando te llamaba y aunque yo no lo hacia en verdad en mi corazon sufria por no tener

Cuando nos volvimos te abrace muy fuerte mientras solo te meti en mi cuarto y fin jajajaja no dire mas de ese dia

Despues de eso estariamos muy felices aunque parecias sufrir con tu vida mientras yo solo te sonreia sin preguntarte que era lo que te pasa

Pero estuvo bien ya que no me importa las cosas de los demas, siempre que me meto en asuntos de los demas solo me lastimo a mi y ya me canae de esas cagadas

Por mi que se vayan todos a la mierda Fuck you gente !! Jajaja

Despues al no verte en vacaciones de invierno al vernos de nuevo te terminaria a no verte por mucho pornque sentia que no te ama ya

Muy estupido de mi parte ya que unas semanas te rogaria que volvieramos por que te extrañaba aunque... despues de eso no volverias a decirme que me amabas

Ya desde ahi sabia que estabas cambiado y no intente hacerte que me volvieras a amar ...

Yo me decia "solo sigues como estas... si al final estas muy feliz con ella no ? " ...

Aun pienso que fue una buena eleccion que me menti de que tu en verdad me amas

Ya casi se terminaba 2019 y disfrutaba escribirte y luego me asustaste con esa broma del embarazo aunque cuando lo discutimos creo que dije algunas cosa malas aunque no lo recuerda siento que si dije algunas cosas malas

Luego de eso seguiriamos normal o bueno segun yo estaba todo bien pero nunca te pregunte sinestabas bien o mal

Tal vez yo fui el que comenzo todo y seguro tambien lo termine

Seguro te cansaste de este loco y decidiste dejarme para buscar algo y mejor

Te entiendo algunas veces unonse cansa de todo

Solo fui una completa mierda

Y ahora estoy muy solo sin nada que hacer

Tal vez deberia hacer algo pori pero ni ganas de madurar tengo

Solo me escondonde todo como siempre

Tal vez ahora diga todo esto pero al dia siguiente seguro no cambiare ni mejore por que asi soy yo... fin

[andresaojr]

Cyjs 🌻

Esta será la última carta que pondré sobre ti , y aquí vamos .

Fuck da police, lo recuerdas ? Claro que si Jajaj y en este momento has de estar recordando , eran alrededor de las 12 , te acercaste a la puerta y me dijiste “disculpa , me puedes abrir “ y yo “Karlaaaaaaa” que buenos tiempos aquellos , recuerdas ? Yo tan 17 y tú tan 16 , éramos dos inocentes y bueno ya tú sabes el resto , contigo viví los mejores momentos de mi vida , momentos que para serte sincero los volvería a repetir una y otra y otra vez , aún recuerdo cuando fuimos en familia a ver los vengadores y yo madrugué un fin de semana , y a mi que me gusta madrugar JAJAJAJA que hp esas épocas eran lo Máximo , o cuando solíamos ir a comprar arroz con menestra allá en Bellavista baja , o el día que te lleve al estadio en aquel clásico del astillero que ganamos 1-0 , o el primer día que lleve el play a casa y grabaste un estado “miren como no me para bola” y ya tú sabes el resto , y si , lo sé , sé que en este momento estás sonriendo , lo sé porque yo también lo estoy haciendo al escribir todo esto , ooooo recuerdas cuando me hiciste ese dulce !? Siii ese dulce que te quedó riquisimoooooo y yo fui después de clases y llegué tarde a mi casa y me retaron? Daaaaaah estaba pepa , me lo volverías a hacer ? Jaja no te preocupes , sé que no volverá a ocurrir y que debí de disfrutar más los momentos que pasé contigo , gracias por todo, gracias por haber sido mi primer amor , gracias por haberme enseñado a amar, gracias por ser lo que soy ahora , si escribo esta carta es porque todo murió y el culpable netamente soy yo , eso lo sé , pero como quisiera que no , como quisiera que tú y yo volvamos a conocernos aquella noche en club náutico y como quisiera hacer por esta vez las cosas bien , vaya que lo deseo, escribo esta carta porque no sé cuando vuelva a publicar algo sobre ti, escribo sobre ti porque no sé cómo será mi reacción al verte mañana, te daré el mismo trato que me das , porque sé que nos tocará conversar así sea un minuto a solas tú y yo el día de mañana , si me hablas cortante mood calamardo te hablaré como calamardo, si me hablas como solías hacerlo como bob y Patricio también lo haré , quizás sea la última vez que te vea y tendrá que pasar mucho tiempo para volver a verte , pero como quisiera que no , de nuevo siempre te pediré perdón por todas las fallas que cometí , perdón por no haber hecho funcionar esta relación , perdón por haberte llenado de inseguridades , perdón porque quizás en este momento estaríamos emocionado los dos por haber cumplido un año más de juntos y hubiese sido súper especial , perdón por no haber sido un estupido , infiel , perdón por haber roto promesa de volver a drogarme , perdón por haberme cortado, perdón por haberte dejado sola en cuarenta , perdón por el invierno que se vendrá y no poder estar cuando caigan truenos , pero oye! Ahora tú tienes en tus manos los cupones que tú una vez me diste y nunca los usé , te digo un secreto ? El cupón de llamar e ir a verte a cualquier hora y cualquier día es infinito , lo puedes usar millón de veces y nunca caducará (tampoco excedas la hora ctm jaja). Por lo qué una vez fuimos , por los tiempos compartidos con mamá , abuela , abuelo , Victor , Renato y tía , por todos ellos , por ti y por mi , por lo que nos prometimos y no cumplimos , porque quizás en un futuro pueda ser y a la vez no , por todo lo qué quisimos ser y no pudimos , por mi 7 , por mi 13 , por mi girasol , por mi estrella que siempre brilla como tú dijiste , por mi solcito , por la chica que está asomada en la ventana a estas horas de la noche o de la tarde , por la chica que cada vez que juegue barcelona se acuerde de mi y sabrá que estaré en el estadio , por todo lo sé un día fuimos .

Feliz aniversario mi 13 💛🌻

Cuídate , brilla y sé feliz , es tu momento 💛

Ponlo como fav para que cada vez que estés triste recuerdes lo valiosa que eres para mi y para todos y aquí tienes a alguien que siempre podrás confiar y llamar cuando tu mundo se venga abajo.

[angrypixie-sarisa]

Time to move on

Piedras rodantes pt. 18

Sam xMexican!Witch!fem!readerx Dean

Summary: You made a promise to yourself and kissing goodbye your valid and annoying crying self. With the help of certain Winchester.

Disclaimer: I wanted to post something holiday related and i still will, even when x-mas just passed. But as you know, the holidays are bussy time, specially when you promised everyone you would cook the x-mas dinner.

“Y/N, give me my phone back.” Dean’s warning tone filled your ears. You climbed into the couch, jumping on its cushions.

“Nope. Not until you apologize.”

“Oh, come on. You’re gonna cry for that?” He had a smug smile in his face. He had told you that you’re magic wasn’t quite that impressive since he never felt the effects of it or because you didn’t use the hex bags like other witches he had seen.

“I’m not gonna cry, I’m just not gonna give you your phone. Enjoy telling Lisa why you were late.” Even when you were on the couch, you barely could see him in the eye. Estupido gigante. He reached for his phone and you moved it towards the opposite site. He repeated the action only to be met by the same resolution. You placed your hand on his shoulder looking at his eyes.

“Face it, Winchester, the only way you’re getting this back, is apologizing.”

“Yeah, that’s what you think.” He held the arm touching his shoulder close, not letting you move it, as he took his phone form your free hand. He let you go, checking for any voicemails. They were none.

“Ooooh, you’re getting your ass kicked.” You teased, laughing at his bothered face.

“Whose fault is that?”

You climbed down the couch and went for your painting supplies, suddenly in the mood for painting. You shrugged as you leaned down, reaching for one of the canvasses resting upon the wall.

“Yours. You shouldn’t play with words you’re not ready to accept the consequences for.” You turned to his bitch face staring at you.

“You really are…”

“A pain in your ass. I know. You’ve said it before.” You placed the canvas on your easel. His attention wasn’t directed at you anymore, he was frowning, responding to his text messages.  

“Dean, just go.” His head turned towards you.

“What?”

“Go.” You laughed. You pushed him towards your front door.

“Tell them I said hi, and tell Ben that I’m still up to watch the baseball game with him if you guys are still going out. But for that to happen, you need to go.” When you reached your door, he stopped and turned to look at you, apologetically.

“Its fine, we’ll hang out some other time.”

“Okay, um, sorry.” You smiled reassuringly before saying again that it was okay. As you pushed him slightly out of your house, your hand spanked him. You covered your mouth with both your hands instantly. You couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“Hey! Now, I’m getting mixed signals here, Y/N.” He was just as surprised as you.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Dean. I did it out of reflex, I swear.”

“What? How do you do that out of reflex?”

“Well, not that is any of your concern, but that’s how I playfully show affection to the people I care about. Well, the ones that give me consent.”

He arched an eyebrow.

“You spank Diego and Tyler?” You shrugged and nodded. For the three of you, it was something normal.

“Do you also spank Ximena (he-meh-nah)?” You nodded again.

“Did you use to spank Sammy?” Now he was mocking you.

“That’s it; get out of my property, Winchester.” He left laughing to himself. No he had a story to tell.

   “You spanked him?!” Tyler exclaimed while he and the others laughed. You punched him lightly in the chest as he hugged your shoulders, still laughing.

“It was out of reflex! Ya, dejen de estar chingando.” Diego drank from his beer as his boyfriend neared him and sat on his lap.

“Yo te entiendo amiga, pero para que lo hayas hecho por reflejo solo puede significar una cosa.” Ximena pointed at you with an acussatory finger.

“You’re getting confortable with him.” Tyler said before taking a bite of a fresh out of the oven brownie.

“Oh, please, don’t say that. It’s already bad that she fell for the younger Winchester, she”-

“Excuse you, Diego, but who the fuck told you I’m falling for Dean fucking Winchester?”

“Oh, come on.” Ximena continued. “He may be a hunter but he’s hot as fuck.”

“And he has a wife and a kid.” You pointed out.

“But you didn’t deny it.” There was Tyler again, making matters worse.

“Besides, she’s not his wife. She ain’t got a ring in that finger.” Ximena hugged you to her side and offered you a brownie, which you gladly accepted. Your gaze landed on Diego’s face, he looked extremely worried. He wasn’t looking at you, but you did hear his voice in your head. Pueblo que olvida su historia, está condenado a repetirla. You sighed.

“Listen, I’m not falling for Dean Winchester. He’s just…” The word friend left a sweet taste in your mouth. But you were hesitant in calling him that. You did consider him a friend and it was nice spending time with him. Frankly, it was refreshing the way he and Bobby treated you. They left they’re hunter prejudices behind and fully accepted you as you were. It surprised and left you with a warm feeling all over you. They may be your friends; however you had doubts about if you were theirs.

An expectant silence formed in Diego’s kitchen. Everybody eyed you cautiously. They could tease you from time to time, but they would always be there for you if you needed them. And they knew you would always be there for them. You were family and family always was there for each other.

Diego cleared his throat, before saying: “So you’re spending Noche Buena with us, right?”

You lifted your gaze from your brownie, which you didn’t know you were looking at. That warm feeling you were thinking of earlier returned. You smiled widely.

“Of course, someone has to help your mom and aunts with the dinner. Last time you decided to help, we had to order take out.” You all laughed at this, even Diego. Tyler took his face in his hand and drew him near for a short but sweet kiss.

“Yeah, baby, you know nothing of cooking. Let us do the work.”

You turned to Ximena, who was rolling her eyes at the lovey dovey couple.

“You’re spending Noche Buena with us, too, right?” She laughed through her nose and placed your arm around her shoulders, as her other arm snaked around your waist.

“Obviously, someone has to keep the tree safe from drunken uncles and our favorite drama of all times.”

In unison, you all said: “Who’s the best cook.” To which, you laughed.

   “I think we should invite Y/N to spend Christmas with us.” Dean stopped chopping the carrots and turned to look at Lisa, who was busy cooking the chicken.

“Uh, why would you think that?” Just days ago she wasn’t that happy of him spending time with you. At first, he thought she was jealous, but then he saw, he knew that it was just a constant fear. A fear that whenever he was around you, he would get the hunger, the urge to go back hunting. If only she knew that you were the one keeping him out of trouble. Whenever he thought there was something supernatural hiding in an empty building or a dark alley, you would always give the situation some thinking, looking for clues that would’ve meant a monster alert. He appreciated it every time you backed him up. You didn’t think he was paranoid or called him crazy or brushed him off. You helped prove his anxiety wrong and ease his nerves.

He liked hanging out with you. He felt that if he wanted to talk to you, to really open up to you like his brother did, you would understand. Not only because you knew about this part of the world were monsters, demons, ghosts and ghouls came to hangout and destroy the existence of humanity. But because he never felt you judge him, not when it came to serious topics. And most importantly, he never felt like you were being fake around him, in comparison with his so called “work friends”.

“Because she’s our friend and she gets along with Ben really well. And she always offers up her help if we ever need it.”

“I- I don’t think she celebrates Christmas. You know, with all the…” He cleared his throat and gestured vaguely in the air. Lisa saw him with a mocking smile.

“Well, you were a hunter and you really didn’t celebrate Christmas. You know…” She copied Dean’s gesture, earning a frown from him.

“Before us.”

“Hey.” Ben entered the kitchen while playing in his phone. He sat at the kitchen island and finished his game before looking between his mom and Dean.

“What were you talking about?”

Dean finished chopping the vegetables and placed them in a warm pan with butter in it. Lisa was already done with the chicken. She cleaned her hands with a napkin before leaning in the island in front of her son.

“What do you think about inviting Y/N to spend Christmas with us?” Her son’s eyes sparkled as he agreed to the idea. He loved hanging out with you. There was one time when the nanny had to cancel and instead they called you. You went and spend time with Ben, first making a homemade pizza, then watching horror movies (despite you not liking them that much) and finally you taught him how to play poker and other games; well, on one condition, he wasn’t allowed to gamble unless it was with his mom, Dean or you. He accepted the conditions without hesitance. He liked that you didn’t just ignored him like any other nanny. Plus, he hated to have a babysitter still, but you were clear when you told him you weren’t his babysitter, more like a fun aunt Y/N.

“Then it’s settled.” Lisa rubbed her son’s head before turning to a slightly pale Dean.

“Y/N’s spending Christmas with us.”

    You heard knocking on your front door. Setting your brush down and cleaning your hands quickly with your rag, you went to opened it.

Dean was at the other end, looking slightly bothered.

You sighed as you leant on your door frame, sneaking a look behind him, where the pick-up was parked in front of your porch.

“You know it would be easier if you just…” You stopped mid-sentence and bit your tongue. There was still so much you hadn’t told Dean. He didn’t know about the doors. The only magic he knew was what you offered at your store and some random objects moving on their own; like the spoon you enchanted so it would stir your coffee mug when it needed to.

He frowned, waiting for you to complete your sentence. When you didn’t, he pushed it.

“If I just, what?” You shook your head; muttering nothing and moving aside so he could get in.

“I thought Lisa didn’t like us hanging out too often.” You said as you closed the door.

He turned to look at you, frown set even deeper.

“How did you know that?”

You scoffed.

“I’m a witch, Dean, and a know it all. Knowledge just comes raining down on me.” You moved your hands above your head and wiggled your fingers. Purple sparks came out of them as if it was indeed raining above your head.

His eyes were fixed in the sparks. Of some of the tricks you’ve shown him, he thought it one of the best ones.

You then retrieve your hands and placed them on your hips, they were still shining purple.

“Or, you know, I also use common sense. I don’t know if it’s out of jealousy or not, although something tells me it’s not. But she always seems a little bit uneasy. I don’t need to see her, your aura always ricks uneasiness when you arrive. And it’s not yours. Yours it’s more of a yellowy-green type of uneasiness. Hers is more like a blueish-green.” You passed him and entered your kitchen, meanwhile he was left standing right where he was, mesmerized at your explanation.

“There’s no way you can now that.” He answered after meditating a little bit, following you into your kitchen.

“Just let it go, Dean.” You took two beers out of your fridge. He took your bottle opener from the drawer and opened the beers.

“If you’re not making it up, show me.” He took a sip from his beer; his brows almost hit his hairline as he turned the bottle to look at the label.

“It’s good isn’t it?” You asked him with a playful smile, leaning in your table, as you always did.

“Yeah, it’s good. Modelo?”

You shrugged, taking another sip of yours. “I was feeling fancy and grew a little bit tired of wine.”

“Beer, fancy?”

You hit him playfully in the arm. “Well it was expensive, so might as well call it fancy.”

He took another swig. “So, show me that little trick of yours.”

“You’re not giving it up, are you?” You sighed.

“No.”

You leaned back and scratched the top of your head.

“Okay, fine. Let’s see if I have what it takes.” You jumped off your chair and went searching for an empty canvas.

“To teach me?” He called back, still sitting and enjoying his beer.

“Well, I suppose that too.”

Dean laughed to himself as he watched you bring into the kitchen your easel with a white canvas placed on it. You placed at its usual place, where the light hit it just right, not too much and not too less.

You stood in front of the canvas. Dean turned around to face you and pay attention, setting his beer down.

“Okay. So, first off, you need to relax.”

“Done.” He was definitely not relaxed, there was still some uneasiness clinging to him.

“You’re not. Her energy is still in your aura, you need to clear that out.”

He rolled his eyes and cleared his throat.

“Alright and how do I do that?”

You sighed. You wanted to place your hands in his shoulders but his aura would just suck in your energy as well. Instead, you ran your hand through your hair and placed your other hand on your waist.

“Imagine it. Imagine this, colored air or smoke leaving the part of your body that feels tense. Whatever color is fine, the one you feel best represents her.”

He kept looking past your head, focusing on the canvas behind you. You scoffed, making him frown at you.

“What?”

“You can close your eyes, tough guy. I promise I’ll behave.”

“No magic?”

“None.”

“No making fun of my face?”

“I swear.”

He smiled and extended his hand to you, raising his pinky finger. You smiled at his hand and intertwined your pinky finger with his. When your finger left his, he closed his eyes, imagining Lisa’s energy leaving from his back and shoulders; it was dark pink, like a dress that used to be her favorite. He imagined it like a light smoke, like the smoke that would come out from the incense you burned. When he was done, he opened his eyes and took a deep breath.

“There you go. Now I can believe when you say you’re relaxed.”

He laughed quietly at that.

“Alright, what’s the next step?”

“Focus on me, but not on me specifically. It’s easier with a white background; you’ll see the colors more clearly. You’ll know when it starts to show up because you’ll start to see this slightly brighter contour around me. And from there, the color will just pop out.”

He nodded his head, muttering easy to himself. You sat in your chair in front of your canvas and focused on everything except his gaze. You hated this part, when you taught Tyler it was the exact same awkwardness between the two of you.

“Oh, I see something. It’s red, well, orange and red. But, what does that mean?”

You sighed a laugh.

“Now it’s more between red, yellow and blue. It got more complicated.”

“Yeah, no that’s great! See, I told you! And…It means that I am a little awkward, that’s the blue. The red was just some bizarre slightly angry memory I remembered. And the yellow is happiness that you got it! You did it, Winchester!” He looked at you with a smile; your aura was shining bright yellow, overpowering the other colors. You stood up from the chair and he did as well, out of reflex, as it something had pulled him up. You poked him in the chest playfully, aura shining orange.

“I taught I hunter some magic. Dean Winchester knows some magic. How ‘bout that?” In a blink of an eye, without both of not even thinking about it, you hugged. Your arms went around his neck; it was easier than trying to hug his shoulders. His arms hugged your waist and he could slightly smell the star anise and lavender from your shampoo.

Maybe the hug lasted a little longer than expected, but you two didn’t think that way. Your happiness and his were contagious. When you stepped back from the hug, his hands ran through your forearms.

“Hey, um, by the way, Lisa…” He cleared his throat.

“Actually, we want you to spend Christmas with us, if that’s okay with you.” Your smile almost faded, but you managed to keep it. You looked at his face and saw him squinting at you.

“It changed to blue. Do you not want to spend Christmas with us?”

“No! I mean, I do, it’s just that…” You swallowed the knot forming in your throat.

“I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Why? You’re my friend and they love you, especially Ben, he loves hanging out with you.” He saw your aura set into a deeper blue. You pulled away from his hands and went to get some water.

“Y/N.” There was that warning tone you were so used to. You set your hands in the counter and sighed, not wanting to turn around and meet his eyes.

“I’m flattered, I really am and of course I’ll spend Christmas with you guys, it’s just…”

“Just?”

You turned around to face him, drinking a sip of water so your voice wouldn’t crack.

“I just remembered something really sad and I’m happy that you consider me a friend and that you trust me enough to invite me to spend Christmas with you. I just…didn’t realize that the holidays were going to be this hard.”

He didn’t even think it; he rushed towards you and pulled you into a hug.

There was one time, when he got stuck hanging out with you, Diego and Tyler. And when you weren’t in the room, they talked about you, not shitty stuff but it came out so natural for them to talk about how much they loved you. How wonderful you were, how huggable and warm and mood lifting. He didn’t know what to say then but now it was clearer. He did care about you and he understood them. You were a wonderful person, you were funny and charming and just straight up nice. The least he could do was to be there for you, because he somehow knew that you would be there for him and his family if they ever needed you.

“I’m just tired, Dean.” Your voice was muffled, your face crashed straight up to his chest.

“I know.”

“I don’t want to miss him anymore.”

“I know.”

“It’s just so stupid.” He ran his hand through your hair while shaking his head, slightly.

“It’s not.”

“This is just, so stupid. I should be fine by now. Why am I even crying?”

“It’s okay.”

At that, your fist landed in his chest.

“It’s not!”

He swallowed.

“It will be.”

His shirt was being slightly crushed in your fists, but he would keep hugging you until you’d feel better. So you both stayed there hearing you sob until you ran out of energy to keep crying.

“You’re dead, Winchester.” You whispered.

For a moment, he thought you were referring to Sam. However, as far as he knew, you only called him that, because Sam was Sammy to you, and only Sammy.

“I know.”

“Lisa will kill you when you get home.”

He took a look at your microwave’s clock. She would definitely absolutely kill him.

“It’ll be fine.”

“You are so dead.” You mumbled. And he couldn’t help himself, he laughed slightly. He didn’t know it, but he made you crack a smile with his laugh. And you promised yourself, this was going to be the last time you cried for Sam. It was time to move on, for the sake of everyone you ran to for consolation and for your sake. It was enough.

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