#gracias diego

[50kgannamolly]

[biaportfolio]

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[cinemaquiles]

Uma tragédia real para ver no streaming: "A sociedade da neve" (2023), indicado a 2 Oscar

[medusamorrrr]

' vaya, que dramático. ' rueda los ojos con hastío, no era la respuesta que esperaba, ¿por qué todos allí se empeñan en ser jodidamente aburridos? ' ¿no quieres ver como uno de los tuyos defiende el honor de tu especie? escuché que el mortal es valiente, él quiso pelear, ¿o debería llamarlo idiota? ' agrega con gracia pues cualquiera con dos dedos de frente sabría que el vampiro tiene ventaja y aún así decide enfrentarle, y pretende ganar, se echaría a reír ahí mismo. ' quieren solucionar sus diferencias con los puños y no hay mucho que podamos hacer al respecto, eso es un hecho. yo voy a divertirme viéndolos, desperdiciar un espectáculo así es una pena, deberías reconsiderarlo. ' aconseja a pesar de que no es una buena recomendación.

las palabras opuestas, y la intención tan ligera con que son pronunciadas, hacen que una de sus cejas se eleve con incredulidad, su mirada puesta en la pelirroja. "no estoy de humor para ver un intento de asesinato hoy, la verdad," responde sin gracia, otorgándole un trago más a la cerveza que tiene entre su mano. "con todo lo que ha pasado, tampoco creo que sea lo más prudente, pero hey, tampoco es como que alguien vaya a detenerlos, ¿eh?" definitivamente, no él. lo último que quería, era meterse en problemas en ese lugar.

[bellawoso]

We fell in love in October

Alexia Putellas x fem!reader

A/N: this was going to be an Ona fic, but when I discovered this picture of lex, I couldn’t help myself 🤍

i brought back diego for this fic, he is too cute not to, and y/n + diego are besties in every universe :)

You were not happy that you were coming into work today, after working a full day yesterday, crammed with people only seeming to be ordering pumpkin spiced lattes with the now colder autumn days.

You loved your job, working in a small cafe in Barcelona whilst you completed your studies, seeing your favourite regulars each day, and the perk of being able to make yourself a coffee whenever you would like.

It wasn’t unheard of for new customers to come in, however it was extremely rare. The cafe was tucked away in the depths of Barcelona, reserved for locals who new the area extremely well.

One of your favourite regulars was a tall, heavily tattooed, blonde woman, who often came in each morning in a Barcelona training kit, wanting a latte.

At first, you had joked that she was a big fan of Barcelona, thinking her matching kit was quite extreme for a fan, however you later learnt to your surprise that she was on the team, which she still teased you about to this day.

Your co-worker Diego, a massive football fan, still fawned over Mapi each day she came in, until one day you couldn’t stand his shyness and instead asked the question that always lingered on the tip of his tongue.

“Diego wants to know when you will bring some other footballers Mapi”, this statement received a smack to your arm from said co-worker, who had blushed crimson red.

“I’m a big fan, okay?” Diego justified himself.

Except Mapi only chuckled and explained she liked having her “own” coffee shop hidden away, and didn’t like sharing with her teammates.

You and Diego left it there, understanding people like their own secret pleasures, Mapi’s being the staple in her daily routine, of visiting you two and ordering a latte.

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You had forgotten about the conversation with Mapi, until two weeks later, she walked through the door at her usual time, you and Diego had already pre-prepared her drink, except for this time, a blonde woman, also in her training kit, followed her into the cafe.

The moment you and Diego both saw Alexia, you both stood there dumbfounded for a second, completely forgetting Mapi’s drink.

Diego was shocked because as a loyal football fan, he obviously knew who Alexia Putellas was, it was hard not to, internally he was fangirling.

You however, thought Mapi’s teammate was beautiful, her smile, her eyes, her muscles.

You broke out of your trance first, handed Mapi her drink, whilst asking “Would your friend like anything?”

The girl spoke up “a latte aswell please”

When you asked for a name for her order, she froze for a second, the majority of people in Barcelona knew who she was, with her infamous nickname “Reina”

Mapi chuckled and muttered

“Ella es inglesa, y no es fanática del fútbol” (She’s English and not a football fan)

You, having moved from England for your studies only a year ago, had no clue what they were saying rapidly in their heavily accented Spanish.

Diego however, heard and laughed with them “She’s called Alexia chica, do you not know the footballer”

“I’m sure if I knew, then I would not be asking, would I? Idiota!” You replied whilst scribbling down the name on the cup, as Diego feigned a look of hurt as he prepared Alexia’s drink.

“Si Diego, deja en paz a mi barista favorito!” Mapi said (Yes Diego, leave my favourite barista alone!)

“I don’t know what Maps said, but I agree with her” which earned a grin from Mapi, as you handed Alexia’s drink to her.

“Pasarlo bien” (enjoy)

“Gracias y/n” Alexia replied with a soft smile, as her eyes lingered on your name tag.

“Adios chicos! See you tomorrow” Mapi shouted as she left the shop.

“Adios Mapi, and Alexia!” You and Diego shouted.

As soon as the door shut, Diego squealed in excitement, “you like her! You have a crush on Alexia Putellas!”

“Shut up Diego! No I do not”

“Ay! Do not fret chica, I saw she was eyeing you up too!”

“Don’t be silly Diego! Now hurry you have to prepare Val’s drink, she comes in soon!”

Although Diego left his teasing there, it didn’t stop for the next few weeks when Alexia accompanied Mapi each morning, and both you and Alexia constantly flirted with each other, but neither making the first move.

Until one morning Alexia didn’t come in with Mapi, and the regular explained how Alexia had to go in earlier today, but how she was going to call in later after training at around 3 o’clock.

Until at 3pm, just as Mapi said, your favourite blonde stepped through the door.

“Bon día, my favourite customer!” you said, earning a smile from Alexia, she usually complimented your improving Spanish, which always no doubt brought a blush to your cheeks.

“Hola y/n! Can I have a-“

“A latte? It’s already finished Ale” you said, sliding her drink towards her, the use of her nickname falling from your lips made the midfielders cheeks flush pink.

“Thankyou cari, tastes as amazing as always” Alexia had recently been using the term of endearment for you, the first time you head it, you choked on your latte, making Diego and Mapi let out a boisterous laugh.

“Can I get you anything else lexia?” You asked.

“Your number.” The blunt statement caught you off guard, did you hear that right?

The girl you had been pining over for the last month wanted your number?

Alexia mistook the silence as rejectment, and turned to leave muttering a soft “lo siento”

“Ale! Wait!” Which made the Spaniard turn back round, a glint of hope sparking in her eyes.

You grabbed a napkin and scribbled down your number, adding a heart on the end and handing it to the blonde, who looked like an excited puppy.

“Call me?”

“Why else would I want your number cari?”

You blushed at the obvious statement, shrugged your shoulders, and the previous adrenaline high you received from Alexia asking for your number, pushed you to lean over the counter and kiss the blonde’s cheek, making her in turn blush.

“See you tomorrow?” The blonde hesitantly asked.

“Diego missed you.” You stated.

“If I gave you both tickets for the upcoming match, would you go?” The blonde asked uncertainly.

“To cheer you on? Obviously ale.”

The Spaniard grinned happily at your answer, said goodbye, and left.

The same night, you received two e-mail tickets for the upcoming Barcelona match.

When you told Diego, to say he was excited was an understatement.

You however, was only excited to see where your new future with Alexia would take you.

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A/N: Making a part 2 now! But I will do a poll of New Romantics part 3 or part 2 of this! 🤍

[tortilla-of-courage]

so i have just now learned that the English and Japanese versions of Twilight Princess, in the Hidden Village cat-finding minigame, only give you a generic "you found me!" message and a counter when you talk to the cats

this is NOT the case in the Spanish (and French) versions of the game (AFAIK! maybe others have it. i could imagine Italian doing it too). in those, most cats have unique names, and feature personalized messages about how much fun they're having playing the game with you

I'll only cover the Spanish ones in this post. if you wanna see the French ones, you should check PikZel's thread over on Twitter/X!

you'll see a lot of miaus (Spanish for Meow) and -ifú/-fú (common suffixes for cat names) in the names! they all give their little message followed by "¡# gato(s), miau!" ("# cat(s), meow!"), and if you talk to them again they say "¡Ya has hablado conmigo, mirrimiau!" ("You've already talked to me, mrrmeow!")

I'll try to translate the puns as best as possible 🫡

¡Qué guay! ¡Soy Manolifú!

"This is so cool! I'm Manolifú!" (Manolo (name/nickname for Manuel) + -ifú)

¡Llámame Mario! ¡Qué divermiau! ¿Estará mi hermano por aquí?

"Call me Mario! I'm having so meowch fun! Is my brother around here?" (missed opportunity for Miaurio/Meowrio imo)

¡Cómo mola! ¡Mis amigos me llaman Michel!

"This rules! My friends call me Michel!" (could also be Michelle, so either fem or masc leaning. also Mewchel/Miauchel maybe?)

¡Qué miauy! ¡Me caes requetemiau! Soy Isabel, y me encanta el atún.

"So ameowzing! I like you a meowt! I'm Isabel, and I love tuna!" (meowt → meow + lot. just in case lol)

¡Cómo mola! ¡Eres un tipo muy molón! ¡Yo soy Fridavid!

"This rules! You're a really cool guy! I'm Fridavid!" (this seems to be mixing Frida + David into one name. gender icon)

¡Konnichi miau! ¡Yo ser Miaumoto!

"Konnichimeow! I be Meowmoto!" (Meow + Miyamoto, in broken Spanish)

¡Cómo mola! A mí me llaman Amalia. ¡A que mi pelambre es elegante!

"This rules! They call me Amalia. Isn't my fur divine?" (come onn, Amiaulia??)

¡Yo soy Marco! ¡Qué diver!

"I'm Marco! This is a lot of fun!" ("diver" in this case being a shortening of the Spanish for fun, "divertido")

¡Qué divergoromiau! ¡Llámame Goromiau! ¡Este goropueblo me gusta, goro! Perdona, es que mi amo era un Goron...

"I'm having so meowch gorofun! Call me Goromeow! I like this gorovillage, goro! Sorry, my owner was a Goron..."

¡Qué bien me lo estoy pasando!

"I'm having the time of my life!" (One of the few kitties without a name!)

¡Qué divermiau! ¡Soy Danifú!

"This is so meowch fun! I'm Danifú!" (Daniel + -ifú i think)

¡Yo me llamo Luisifú! ¡Qué guay!

"My name's Luisifú! This is so cool!" (Luis + -ifú)

¡Qué diver! ¡Yo soy Mariau!

"How fun! I'm Mareow!" (Maria + meow)

¡Qué diver! ¡Me caes muy bien! ¡Soy Miaunuel!

"How fun! I like you a lot! I'm Meownuel!" (Meow + Manuel)

¡Qué bien me lo estoy pasando!

"I'm having the time of my life!" (yep, a repeat. shocking. yes it is a different cat)

¡Qué guay! ¡Soy Carlos!

"This is so cool! I'm Carlos!"

¡Cómo mola! ¡Soy Enriquito!

"This rules! I'm Enriquito!" (Enrique + -ito making it Tiny Enrique, with Enrique being the spanish equivalent of Henry. lil Henry)

¡Qué guay! ¡Mi nombre me gusta mucho, soy Margamiau!

"This is so cool! I like my name a lot, I'm Margameow!" (Margarita/Margaret+ meow)

¡Qué chachipiruli! Esa espada... ¡No queda sino batirnos! ¡Es brooooma! ¡Me llamo Diego!

"This is the best thing ever! That sword... Our only option is to fight! I'm jooooking! My name's Diego!"

(Chachi is slang for Cool, pirulí is one of many words for candy. so basically the best of the best, or the bee's knees, etc)

¡Cómo mola! ¡Gracias por tu tiempo! ¡Llámame Miauigi!

"This rules! Thanks for spending time playing with us! Call me Meowigi!" (Meow + Luigi. that one Mario cat's brother probably!)

whew, that's all of them! had to shove two per image because of tumblr mobiles image limit lol. but now you can share the joy of twilight kitties :3 they aren't Game Changing but they made this one of my favorite places to play in when i was a kid

[michito202]

Chris cuando diego volvio:

chris when diego came back:

(se que ya no era un gato cuando diego regreso pero shh)

Gracias a quien dijo que dibujara memes de gatos xd

Siento que esta feo- culpemos al bloqueo artistico

(I know he wasn't a cat anymore when Diego came back but shh)

Thanks to whoever said to draw cat memes xd

I'm sorry this is ugly - let's blame the artistic block

Translated with Google (as always)

[mutant-distraction]

Chrysocolla, and Malachite with drusy Quartz. Manto Tres Gracias Mine, Diego de Almagro, Chanaral Province, Atacama, Chile. Photo by Kevin Downey

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Marriage of Convenience Chapter 2

Summary:  Y/N’s father is gone, and he leaves it all to her.  But in 1880s Oregon, she can’t own land without a husband.  Under the threat of it all being taken away by a land hungry Sheriff, what’s a girl to do with no prospects?  Maybe one of the cowboys on the farm can help…

Warnings: smut, slight physical violence

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The next morning Bucky was up bright and early, washed and dressed up fancier than he had been in years.  Thankfully the old, more dressy clothes he had still fit.  As he fed the horses and made sure they were tethered securely to each other and the wagon Y/N came out of the main house.  As she came down the porch stairs she looked up and saw the men waiting for her in a line, each of them holding wild flowers.  

“What is this?” she giggled, adjusting her dress and her purse as she approached the first in line, Diego.

“It’s your wedding day, hermana, you need a bouquet,” Diego answered simply.  

“Aw, well thank you,” Y/N smiled widely at him.  She hugged each of them as she took each small handful of flowers they gave her, clumping them together until she had a proper bouquet of flowers in her hand.  At the end of the line was Luis, holding a flower crown that he had made.

“Oh Luis,” Y/N sighed, her voice becoming heavy with emotion.

“Mija,” Luis greeted her, his own eyes filling with tears.  “I’m sorry your Papa couldn’t be here to watch you get married, so I hope it’s alright if I can at least give you a small father’s blessing in his place.”  He glanced at Bucky then leaned towards her.  “He’s a good man, Y/N.  You will be taken care of.  El te amara mucho (he loves you very much).”

Y/N’s eyes slightly widened and she nodded her head, lowering herself in front of him so he could place the crown on her head.  She adjusted it so the pins in her hair would hold it down and then gave him a long hug.  “Gracias, Papa,” she thanked him.  She cupped his cheek with her free hand and then waved to them all.  “Te quiero todo (I love you all),” she called to them as she backed up towards the wagon.

“Te amo (I love you)!” they called back to her, tears flowing freely amongst them.

Y/N turned and almost ran into Bucky.  “Oh!  Good morning, Bucky,” she greeted him.  

“Happy wedding day,” he greeted her back, then took a step back and looked her up and down.  “You look beautiful as always, but even more so today, sweetheart,” he said appreciatively.  

“Again with the sweetheart, huh?” she joked with him.  “I’m sure seeing me in a proper dress is swaying your opinions there, darlin’.”

“Darlin’?  Hm, I like it,” Bucky’s eyebrow raised, a playful frown on his face.  “And no, it’s not just the dress.”  He winked at her.  “Let’s get hitched, shall we?”  He reached for her hand to help her up into the wagon seat.

“Let’s go,” Y/N agreed, choosing to ignore his hands on her hips as he helped lift her up.

The journey into the next town took four hours by wagon.  By the time they reached the outskirts of the town it was already nearing noonday.  Bucky steered the horses to stop in front of the church house, the Parson, Mr. Stark, living in the little home next door.  Y/N suddenly became nervous as she looked up at the church.  It all became very real.  She was getting married.  To Bucky.  Right now.  Her Papa wasn’t here to give her away.  This was a marriage of convenience…

Bucky helped her out of the wagon but paused at the look on her face as she stared upwards at the church.  

“Hey,” he pulled her chin with his fingers to direct her gaze towards him.  Y/N looked at him with panicked eyes.  “It’s okay, sweetheart.  I know this isn’t exactly what you may have had in mind for your wedding someday, but it’s gonna be okay, alright?”  Y/N took a breath through her nose and exhaled quickly through her mouth, trying to calm herself as she listened to him.  She nodded her head as she gripped her bouquet of flowers tightly.  “Just focus on me, it’ll be over before you know it.”

Bucky tied the horses to the post then led her towards Mr. Stark’s door.  Thankfully he was home.  “Ah, Mr. Barnes, Miss Y/L/N, how nice to see you both.  It’s been a long time.”

“Yes, sir, how are you?” Bucky greeted him.

“I’m well.  My my Miss Y/L/N, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so dolled up!” he complimented her, although it made her cringe internally.

“Thank you, sir,” Y/N said politely.  Bucky snickered quietly at the tightness in her eyes.

“What brings you my way?” he asked.

“Well, we’re here to get married,” Bucky said, winding his arm around Y/N’s back, pulling her closer to him.

“Oh!  How wonderful!  Congratulations to you both!” Mr. Stark shook both their hands.  “Let me get my things and the missus so she can be our witness and I’ll meet you next door.”

“Thank you,” Y/N bowed her head slightly to him and led Bucky back out the door to the church building.  As they entered through the front door and walked down the aisle she slowed as she stared up at the cross in front.  “I hate churches,” she mumbled.

“Really?  Why?” Bucky huffed a laugh.

“I always found them too quiet, too…sterile,” she said, looking away from the cross and flicking her gaze around at the white and brown furnishings.

“Hm, I can see that,” Bucky agreed.  “Can I tell you something?”

“What?” she asked, finally looking at him.

“I don’t know if there’s a God,” he whispered, giving her a sheepish smile.

“Ah!  Bucky Barnes, how dare you!” Y/N dramatically gasped, her hand pressing against her chest in mock disgust.

Bucky laughed at her acting.  “Do you believe there’s a God?” he asked her.

“No,” she answered quickly.

“Why not?” He asked genuinely. 

“If there is a God, he’s got a lot to answer for.  No all-loving, omnipotent being that I was taught about would allow bad things to happen to good people.  All that praise to an invisible man in the sky, and for what?” Y/N sneered at the cross.  “Now if there is a God, I think he’s more like the one the Natives worship.  The “great spirit,” is what they call it.  Not some man, more like a power in nature, you know?”

“I like that idea better,” Bucky said, watching her shift warily.  “Where is that damn Parson?”

“Watch your language in the house of the Lord, Mr. Barnes,” Mr. Stark chastised as he came through a door on the side.

“Sorry,” Bucky apologized quickly, his eyes comically wide, making Y/N have to fight a smile growing on her face.

“We’re here, dears.  Congratulations!” Mrs. Stark came in next, coming up and giving them both a firm handshake.

“Alright, if you’ll both stand here,” Mr. Stark directed them.  “I assume you have rings to give to each other?”

“Yes, sir,” Bucky said, fishing out the rings from his pocket and handing his ring to Y/N to place on his finger soon.

“Let’s begin.”

Mr. Stark read the wedding vows, having them promise “to have and to hold,” “to honor and to cherish,” the basic wedding vows that most couples would recite.  They exchanged rings and signed multiple copies of the marriage certificate.

“I now pronounce you, husband and wife.  You may kiss your bride,” he finished.

Bucky beamed at Y/N, his wide smile making his eyes squint at her as she smiled back at him.  He took her face in his hands and kissed her.  This one was more firm than the night before, his head angling to deepen the kiss.  Y/N’s free hand gripped one of his wrists as he kissed her, the tenderness of the moment making her inhale shakily.

They pulled away from each other and Mrs. Stark clapped for them.

“Congratulations!  Happy wedding day!” she smiled.  “Now take this over to the courthouse and you’ll be all official.”  She made sure the ink was dry on the marriage certificates and passed them on.

“Thank you, to both of you,” Y/N smiled at them.  “Have a wonderful rest of your day.”

“The same to you!”

Bucky held her hand as he guided her out of the church and towards the wagon again.  They quickly went to the courthouse, informing them of her father’s death and giving the clerk one of the copies of the certificate to get it officially stamped and archived.  From there they went straight to the bank and did the same, making sure all of Y/N’s father’s affairs were in order and giving them a copy of the marriage certificate to show that Bucky was now the “man of the estate.”

After a few more errands, selling and bartering with crops they had brought from the farm, they decided to grab a late lunch at the local restaurant and bar.  As they entered the noise enveloped them, the travelers getting a bite to eat as they passed through, the locals talking about the local gossip and news, and the loud drunks in the corner making a scene as always.  Bucky led Y/N over to the bar to order some food, then guided her over to an empty table near the front of the restaurant by the window.  

“Well, we did it,” Y/N sighed as she settled into the chair as they waited for their food.  

“We did,” Bucky smiled.  

Y/N gave him a soft smile back.  She thought about what this all meant for them.  She would be able to keep the land, the farm, be able to keep paying the men as her staff, hire new ones when the brothers left, but all under Bucky’s name.  He had made it clear that he didn’t want to run the farm and would leave it to her to make all the decisions, which she appreciated.  But now what?  Once they went back home as man and wife, what did that mean for them?  As she opened her mouth to try to broach the subject she was interrupted.

“Miss Y/L/N, back in town so soon?”  Sheriff Pierce sidled up to their table, the stink of stale alcohol on his breath as he plopped down on the open seat next to her, too close for her liking.

“Sheriff,” she acknowledged him coldly.  

“Oh, and with Mr. Barnes as well.” The Sheriff barely looked at him, his hungry stare staying on Y/N, hiccupping as a wide mischievous smile spread across his face.  Bucky glared at him.  

“Sheriff Pierce,” Bucky answered, but his tone was so menacing that it scared Y/N.  She had never seen or heard him like this before.  “We just came to town for some business.  But you must congratulate us,” Bucky smirked as he wrapped an arm around Y/N’s back.  

“Congratu…wha’?” Pierce mumbled.

“Meet the new Mrs. Barnes,” Bucky’s smirk deepened as he pulled Y/N’s chair closer to him and away from Pierce.  

“Mrs. Barnes?!” Sheriff Pierce suddenly screeched, standing up and knocking over his chair.  The commotion quieted the entire restaurant, all eyes focused on their table.  Y/N stopped herself from shrinking away from the attention, lifting her chin in defiance to Pierce as he stared at them, mouth gaping.  “You got married?  To him?” Pierce pointed at Bucky as he stumbled slightly.

“Yes, I did,” Y/N said.  “Thank you for your kind offer those few weeks ago, but unfortunately I have had my heart set elsewhere for some time.”  Bucky’s eyes widened slightly as he glanced at her quickly.  “Congratulate us, Sheriff, on this fine wedding day,” she gave him a sickly sweet smile, her eyes flashing with triumph.

Pierce’s face was flushed red, his eyes bulging as his gaze flickered between the two of them.  He floundered for a moment, but after hearing someone clear their throat nearby he quickly tried to compose himself.  “Hm, yes, happy…wedding day, to you both,” he mumbled. 

“Thank you,” Bucky said, his arm tightening around Y/N’s shoulders.  “You have a good day, now,” he said as a dismissal.

Pierce sneered at him and mumbled something incoherent before turning away and tripping over the fallen chair.  He nearly sprawled out on the floor but caught himself on a nearby post, quickly straightening himself with a grunt, before leaving the restaurant.

The noise steadily rose around the restaurant again as a few of the patrons approached Y/N and Bucky to congratulate them, offering to buy them a dessert or handing them what little money they could spare as a gift.  Once their food was brought to them and they were left alone again they sat silently as they ate.

“I don’t think that will be the last we see of him,” Y/N muttered as she swallowed a piece of steak.

“I think you’re right,” Bucky replied, shoving more mashed potatoes in his mouth and looking out the window.  “There he is,” he gestured to the side.  Y/N looked out the window and saw Pierce, trying to hide in an alleyway near their wagon but failing miserably.  She sighed heavily.  “Sweetheart,” Bucky’s smirk returned as he looked up at her.  “What do you say to giving him a show?”

“A show?  Of what?” Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed, not understanding his innuendo.

“Kiss me,” Bucky licked his lips as his eyes flickered to her mouth and back up to her eyes.

“What?  Here?  Now?” Y/N asked him incredulously, her eyes darting to the people around them.  Even when married it wasn’t customary to see couples kissing each other in public settings.

“Yes.  Right here, right now,” Bucky leaned closer to her.  “We’re newly married and madly in love with each other.”

“Oh are we?” Y/N chuckled.

Bucky rolled his eyes.  “Come on now, wife.  What kind of newlyweds would we be if we weren’t obsessed with each other?  Even in public?”

“I don’t know, husband, perhaps the kind who have not had this discussion yet,” she grew serious, a frown settling on her lips.

Bucky blinked, then closed his eyes and sighed.  “I’m sorry, you’re right.  We haven’t talked about this yet.  What it all means for us.”

“Mhm,” Y/N agreed curtly as she finished her food, drinking the last of her water.  

“Well, we’ve got a four hour ride home.  We can figure it out on the way,” Bucky tried to clear the air, his eyes looking hopeful.  Y/N hated that he was so expressive with just his eyes.  It made it impossible for her to stay mad at him.

“Alright,” she agreed.  “Let’s go home.”

They paid the bill and headed back towards the wagon.  As they got closer Pierce tried to look like he wasn’t watching them.  As Bucky turned to help Y/N back up into the front seat she stopped him, her hand pushing against his chest so that he backed up into the side of the wagon.

“What are you–?” Bucky asked before she cut him off by pulling him down by his collar and slotting her lips onto his in a deep kiss.  Bucky inhaled sharply as she held him firmly to her.  His hands gripped her arms as she continued kissing him, giving a show to everyone around.  She slowly pulled away but not too far, her nose still bumping his, her eyes searching his face before pecking his lips once more.  “Mmh, you’re making quite a show,” Bucky breathed, his voice coming out deeper and more hoarse.

“Yes, but that one was just for me,” Y/N smirked at him this time, patting his cheek before turning and hoisting herself into the wagon seat.  Bucky huffed out a laugh, his cheeks flushing pink at her forwardness.  Pierce let out a loud scoff before heading down the alleyway he was hiding in.

The ride home was long but productive as they talked about the day and what they expected out of the relationship now that it was official.

“You’ll need to move into the main house with me,” Y/N stated matter-of-factly.  

“Of course,” Bucky said.  

“And if you weren’t in my room there would be lots of questions.”

“Definitely.”

“Sleeping in the same bed.”

“A must,” he fought the smile threatening to give away his excitement.

“And, um…” Y/N stopped, swallowing past the sudden dryness in her throat.

“And?” Bucky urged her on.

“And…I suppose we’ll need to, you know, fulfill our marriage duties,” she rushed the words out.

“Eventually, yes,” Bucky replied.

“Eventually?”

Bucky pulled the horses over to a creek nearby to water them.  He jumped down from the wagon seat and helped her down before stretching his arms and legs.  Y/N watched him until he sighed heavily and turned back to her.

“Y/N, believe me when I say…” he walked up to her, not stopping and making her back up into the side of the wagon this time, “...that I would love nothing more than to have you tonight.”  He caged her against the wagon with his arms on either side of her shoulders.  Y/N’s heart felt like it was diving straight down to the pit of her stomach.  “That I have thought of little else besides you since I came to the farm years ago.”  Her eyes widened at that information.  “That my feelings towards you may not be completely reciprocated for a while.”  Y/N felt a twinge of guilt at that.  She did like Bucky and found him to be quite attractive.  She had just never let herself really get beyond that point with anyone that had been at the farm.  They were her father’s employees, friends, and eventually became like family, so any kind of childlike crushes or romantic feelings were always tamped down in her mind before they could even start.  But now he wasn’t just a friend or a part of the family.  He was her family.  Her husband.  And she enjoyed kissing him.  “But I don’t want to do anything that you aren’t ready or comfortable with.  So yes, eventually, we will “fulfill our marriage duties,” as you so eloquently put it,” he gave her a smirk, but there was a sadness in his eyes, “just not tonight.”

Y/N felt conflicted.  A part of her knew she wasn’t quite ready yet to give herself over to him, even though she could now that they were married.   Another part of her really wanted to let him have her tonight and show her what all the hullabaloo was over the wedding night.  Being raised by a father who didn’t know how to raise a girl had come with its drawbacks, one of them not being able to help her or educate her well enough when it came to matters of womanhood or bodily functions.  

Bucky could see the conflict in her eyes and lifted his hand to her face.  He cupped her cheek and rubbed the underside of her eye, then lifted a finger and swiped down the furrow in her brow, making her relax.  “It’s alright, sweetheart.  There’s no rush.”

“I-I know, and I appreciate it, Buck,” she sighed.  “I do like you.  And I do think you’re quite handsome,” Bucky’s smile returned at that statement.  “I just…I don’t know how to do any of this,” she said as she anxiously wrung her hands together and looked away from him, unable to hold his gaze.

“I know,” he said.  “I’m no expert at it, either.  So we’ll just take our time and see where it leads us.”  He lifted himself off the wagon and took her hands, rubbing her knuckles with his thumbs lightly.  “Okay?”

“Okay,” Y/N agreed, still not able to fully look at him.

**picture is from Pinterest, A.I. generated, so no known "artist" or "creator"**

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[octuscle]

Hey Chronivac, on my way home today I drove past a fancy hotel and saw a super hot and hunky valet outside it. Is there a way that I could use this to become his equally hunky boyfriend or husband?

You are almost 70 years old… You have three failed marriages behind you, each of which has cost you a fortune. And now you come up with the idea of starting something with a valet? Don't take offense, but I do find it a bit strange. But anyway, I've seen worse.

You steer your Bentley convertible into the hotel driveway. Carlos is already walking towards you, eager to be of service. "Welcome, it's nice to have you back with us. May I ask you for the keys to this wonderful car?" You've never been here before… But what a sexy Spanish accent! You give him the key and a 10-dollar bill. And you have to swallow. You have a very dry throat.

With some difficulty and the help of your walking stick, you enter the lobby. You go to the concierge and ask to speak to the personnel manager. When asked who he might report, you reply "James Miller, it's about something private". While you wait in the lobby for an answer, you look in the mirror. Yes, there are already a few gray strands and a few wrinkles around your eyes. But for someone in their mid-50s, you don't look bad at all. Lots of exercise and a healthy diet, you think contentedly. The concierge asks you to take the elevator to the fourth floor.

You're already a little nervous. You haven't had a job interview for a long time. And at your early 40s, you're probably a bit too old to be a parking attendant. You clutch your application folder with white knuckles. But the secretary in the HR department smiles kindly at you, asks you to take a seat and offers you a drink of water. Out of sheer nervousness, you reply with "Gracias". She laughs and says that the conversation will be conducted in English. You laugh back. With your gleaming white teeth, you can iron out any embarrassment.

The door to the meeting room opens. The last applicant is a spotty beanpole. At least visually you have the best chance. The secretary invites you in. The personnel manager smiles at you, you shake his hand and smile back. "Well, Mr. Molinero, the first lesson today is that you don't shake my hand, I shake yours. You never shake hands with a guest unless they do it first. Do we understand each other? You swallow. Carlos wasn't exaggerating. This is a strict place. But it's also the best hotel in town. "Mr. Molinero, is Carlos your brother? You have the same surname." You reply that you are often mistaken for brothers. But you are actually married. "Delightful!" replies the personnel manager. And then you go through your CV.

The interview felt like it took three hours. In fact, it was just 20 minutes. The HR manager stands up and shakes your hand. He laughs as you shake his hand. "Good strong handshake. I like that. Welcome to the team. Rebecca will sort out all the formalities with you, Diego. And for the rest, I'll just rely on Carlos to introduce them well.

You never get a second chance to make a first impression. And Carlos and you are often the first to give an impression of "your" hotel. You are professionals. You know your way around cars, are excellent drivers and know the local area like the back of your hand. Yes, the pay is really bad, but the tips are royal. Carlos actually once inherited the Bentley convertible of a guest he'd never seen before or since. Of course you didn't keep it. But you were able to use the proceeds from the sale to buy a beach house in your Mexican homeland.

And if things aren't going well enough, you can always work extra shifts as a waiter by the pool. Your suntan lotion massages are famous!

[50kgannamolly]

[walker-skull]

Nuevos inquilinos

Las cajas se alineaban en el apartamento y diego estaba en la cocina preparando limonada para pablo, que estaba subiendo las escaleras con la última caja del camión de mudanzas. El vecino estaba en la puerta listo para recibirlos.

 

“Bienvenidos al edificio”, dijo con una sonrisa cálida pero inquietante. “Si tienen alguna pregunta, mi nombre es Alexander Park. Pueden llamarme Sr. Parker si quieren, pero si necesitan algo, no tengan miedo de gritar”. Finalmente dejó de hablar y nos dejó volver a trabajar en nuestro nuevo lugar. 

Pasaron el resto del día colocando sus muebles en los lugares apropiados, colgando cuadros y carteles, arreglando cables y enchufando televisores mientras disfrutaban de una limonada.

Diego cambió su camisa blanca deshilachada por una camiseta gris y cuando terminó se sentaron en la sala de estar, contemplando su nuevo entorno.

El vecino regresó y llamó a su puerta. 

“¿Estáis bien, chicos?”, preguntó.

“Lo estamos haciendo de maravilla”, respondió Pablo. “Pero tenemos una pregunta”. 

"¿Qué es?"

—¿Por qué este lugar se volvió tan barato? —preguntó Pablo.

“Bueno, no debería hablar de ello, pero aquí vivía una pareja de ancianos homosexuales. Éramos mejores amigos. Los encontré durmiendo felizmente juntos en su habitación después de ir a verlos. Ambos murieron mientras dormían.

—Oh —Diego se rascó la nuca—. Bueno, gracias por esa información.

-Espero que eso no te asuste. Ella sonrió.

—No te preocupes —dijo Pablo, dándole un puñetazo juguetón a Diego—. Bueno, gracias. Buenas noches, señor Parker. 

-Buenas noches-dijo y los dejó nuevamente.

Se trasladaron al comedor y se apoyaron en el mostrador.

—Es perfecto —dijo Diego, mirando a Pablo. Pablo se inclinó y lo besó, sonriendo después. 

Diego se inclinó hacia atrás y lo besó en represalia. Pablo se acercó y le quitó los pantalones a Diego, dejándolos caer y luego pateándolos cuando salió. Después de desabrocharse los suyos y empujarlos, se acercaron más, sus cuerpos calentándose por la excitación. 

Desde la esquina Pablo vio dos luces azules, cada una con forma de orbe.

Pablo detuvo a diego: “¿Ves eso?”, preguntó.

"¿Qué ves?" 

—¿Esos? —Le dio la vuelta y se le notó la erección—. ¿Qué son?

"No sé." 

Los dos orbes se quedaron allí suspendidos por un momento y se acercaron. Pablo se acercó y extendió la mano para tocarlos. 

Tan pronto como lo hizo, saltó y luego voló directamente hacia su pecho, donde fue enviado de regreso. Pablo se aferró al mantel y observó al otro mientras se acercaba a él. 

"¿Qué eres?", preguntó. El orbe pareció girar y luego moverse a su alrededor. Antes de que Pablo se diera la vuelta, se clavó en su espalda. 

Diego se estaba acomodando antes de mirar su pene. "Perfecto", dijo. Se acercó a Pablo, que estaba estirando sus propios músculos.

—El mío también lo es —dijo, mirándose a sí mismo. 

—Estos dos chicos están muy bien. —Diego movió su mano a lo largo de su pene erecto. 

Pablo terminó de estirarse y acercó a Diego, besándolo. 

“Ha pasado mucho tiempo desde que hicimos esto”, dijo Diego en un descanso.

 

—Iban a hacerlo de todas formas. Además, estos cuerpos son nuestros ahora. Nuevas vidas, nuevas relaciones. No puedo esperar para contárselo a la Sr. Parker. —Pablo sonrió.

Diego le devolvió la sonrisa y se quitó la camisa. —Bueno, entonces será mejor que nos pongamos manos a la obra. —Sonrió y corrió hacia el dormitorio. 

Pablo se quitó la camisa y la dejó caer al suelo. Flexionó los músculos y observó cómo su nueva polla se ponía rígida. "Joder, tienes un paquete estupendo". 

Se estiró una vez más y siguió a Diego hasta el dormitorio. 

[dinsdjrn]

things that haven't happened yet | javier pena

javier pena x bottle girl!f!reader

summary: they kept everything professional, but some things change. [w.c 2.8k]

warnings: 18+, smut and angst, reader is an informant in danger, oral (f recieving), fingering, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, ambiguous ending ig (?) as always if i missed something lmk!

a/n: anyone else have the i can see you brain rot rn... bc i have 17 requests i could have written but this came out of me instead... please be gentle with it im... strugglin to post.

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It was the early hours of the morning as you walked briskly through the streets after your shift. You kept your head down and all that you could hear was the soft rise and fall of your breathing. You weren’t walking fast enough to warrant heavy breathing, but you did carry information that made your chest rise and fall as if you had sprinted to the familiar apartment.

You rasped on the door three times, no answer. You knocked again, harder this time. 

It swung open and revealed a very tired Javier Peña.

“What the fu- what are you doing here?” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t call, but this can’t wait,” Your eyes shifted over your shoulder. 

He studied your face for a moment before bringing you in.

“And you’re sure the information is good?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“As good as my life, Javier.” You let out a shaky breath. 

“Shit,” He spoke to himself. 

“I was the only one in there with Diego and Felix. They don’t trust any of the other girls,” You chuckled at the irony of everything. “They think they’re all sleeping with you.” 

“And you?” He said. 

“Nobody sees me as more than the bottle girl who won’t put out. I’m the only one that knows, and I know it’s information you can use. It’ll put a target on my back, so it would be a really great time for that visa you promised me.” 

He turned rubbing his hand across his chin and made his way to the phone against the wall. You shifted uncomfortably, knowing that if the DEA didn’t protect you this information could cost you your life. You were the only girl in the private booth, there was no other fly on the wall.

Javier was quiet about his conversation, he would turn back and look at you periodically. You were hopeful, but you weren’t stupid, if they couldn’t get you out you’d have to flee. An out with the US DEA is much more likely to result in life than fleeing through the Colombian jungle. 

“Okay, gracias,” Javier hung the phone up and walked to a drawer in the kitchen. 

He handed you a passport and envelope. You flipped open and saw your face but not your name.

“How long have you had this?” You asked, taken aback. 

“Not long, but we knew you would need it sooner rather than later.” He said. 

“Okay,” you said. “I guess it’s time to disappear.”

“We can book you on a flight tomorrow night, it gives you time to say goodbye to any family.”

“It’s just me, don’t have anyone to say goodbye to,” You laughed awkwardly, 

“I’m sorry,” he said, reaching toward you. 

“I’m a fly on the wall, Agent Peña. It’s easier not to have anyone, better to go unnoticed,” 

“You haven’t gone unnoticed,” He said, stepping closer to you. The air became thick and heavy with tension. 

“I should go, I don’t mix business with pleasure,” You said, placing the envelope of cash and your new passport in your bag. 

“As far as I’m concerned, we no longer have business with one another,” he smirked. 

You bit your lip, pondering the accusation. He was right, and it wasn’t like Javier Peña was a hard sell. He was gorgeous and he knew it. 

“I should pack, if I’m to make this flight,” You said, stepping toward him this time your hand coming to rest gently on his chest.

He gently tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. The intensity of his gaze made you desperate to shy away, but he had a pull to him that made it impossible. 

“There’s a lot of things you should do,” he emphasized, “But stay, please. Just for tonight,” He spoke softly. 

His hand drifted down your neck to your collarbone where he brushed the strap of your black tank top off your shoulder. 

“Javier, I’m nobody. I-,” you paused, “I’m going to disappear.” 

“You’ve always been somebody to me, hermosa,” he kissed your shoulder where your tank top had previously rested. 

“Since the moment I met you, I knew you were more than what you gave yourself,” He spoke. 

Before you had time to respond he gently nipped at your neck eliciting a soft gasp from you. 

“Tell me stop,” He spoke seriously as he continued to leave a trail of kisses down your neck and shoulder. 

“Javier,” you hesitated, sounding more like a question than a warning. 

“If you don’t want to do this, you need to tell me to stop,” he looked at your face again trying to decipher any hint of fear or regret. 

His large hand held your jaw gently and his thumb slowly rubbed your cheek. He was comforting and reassuring. It almost felt wrong for the stone cold DEA agent, Javier Peña, to be looking at you with soft eyes and affectionate touches. 

You leaned up toward him, your lips were so close to his you could feel his breath against yours. 

“Don’t. Don’t stop,”  

And that was all he needed before his lips encapsulated yours in an all encompassing kiss. It was a kiss that spoke all the words Javi couldn’t. Passion, lust, and remorse for the situation he put you in. 

Your mouths moved against one another as if you had been starved of kisses your whole lives. Javier gently bit your bottom lip causing a soft moan to escape you. 

Your soft moan ignited something within him. He pulled away from the kiss, his hands gripping tightly at your waist and he forcefully turned your back to him. He pushed you toward the wall and you placed your hands against it. 

His hands pulled your hips into his own, grinding himself against your ass. 

“Ah, fuck,” He groaned, “Baby you are so fucking hot,” 

“Javi,” you sighed.

His hands had begun to work your tank top away from your skirt they explored under the thin material and up your back unclasping your bra. He crouched slightly gripping your hips again and kissed your back. His hands dragged your shirt up your sides once again, stopping just below your breast. You swear you heard him inhale sharply, you arched your back slightly knowing you would grind against the strained package in his jeans. 

He growled at the sensation pulling your shirt and bra over your head and throwing across the room.

He flipped you around again, pressing your back to the wall, and pushing himself against you. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and legs around his hips. He used one hand to grip your thigh tightly holding you up. This caused your skirt to ride up your thighs and your panties to be directly against Javi’s jeans. You could feel his cock painfully hard pushing against the material and there was too much fabric between you. 

Before you had a chance to say anything Javier’s lips found yours again, this time more lustful, passionate and messy than before. Your tongue danced with his as you brought your hands to his chest to make quick work of his button up. He let go of your leg and you gently brought your feet to the floor as you pushed the cotton t-shirt off his shoulders.

You took a second to drink him in as you began to work on his belt. He was lean and tan, and looked like the devil himself with his hair tossed and chest rising and falling heavily. 

As you unbuttoned his jeans, he brought his hands to your breasts massaging your nipples into hard peaks. 

He had brought his mouth to your nipple gently swirling it around his tongue before dragging his teeth across it. You whimpered at the sensation, head falling back against the wall and hips bucking toward him. He made sure to give the same attention and care to the other nipple before slowly kissing down your belly. 

“Fuck Javi, on your knees,” you instructed breathlessly. 

He sank onto his knees, his hands gripping the backs of your thighs pushing your skirt up to reveal your soaking panties. 

“Fuck baby, so ready for me,” he inhaled before kissing the small article of clothing. 

His fingers hooked on either side of the lace waistband pulling them down your legs. Once they reached your ankles you kicked them off anxiously awaiting Javi’s mouth to find your pussy. 

He kissed up your thighs and slowly licked the space where the inside of your thigh met your hip. you raised one leg over his shoulder, spreading yourself for him. He used his tongue to lick between your folds up until he found your clit. 

Your knees were weak and he held you against the wall. Working his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves. You felt the pressure building in your lower abdomen and you knew you wouldn’t last long. 

Strings of moans, curses, and Javier’s name fell from your lips as you began to come undone. 

“Fuck, shi-,” you cursed as Javi’s fingers began toying with your opening. 

“So fucking wet for me baby,” He praised.

“You want my hands too, princesa?” He put his lips against you again gently sucking your clit. 

“I’m no princess, Javier,” you said as you ran your hands through his hair. 

“Hmm, you didn’t answer the question,” he pulled away from you momentarily, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs. 

“Fuck me with your fingers, Javi. And quit being such a teasing asshole,” You tugged his hair back toward you. 

“You have no idea how big an asshole I can be, princessa,” he teased, immediately pushing two fingers inside you before you could respond. 

You gasped at the sensation, he shrugged your leg off his shoulder and stood up, still pumping his fingers inside you curling them exactly where you needed to be sent into a fit of whimpers and moans. His thumb found your clit circling with just enough pressure to push you to the edge. His mouth found your neck nipping and sucking at your most sensitive spot just behind your ear. 

“Javi, babe, so close,” You panted. 

“Don’t be shy, come on my fingers. Tell me how good you feel, hermosa,” Javi spoke roughly in your ear. 

“Fuck, so fucking good Javier,” you mewled and with that your first orgasm came crashing over you. Whimpers and moans spilled from you as the waves of pleasure coursed through you. 

Javier brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them before bringing his thumb to your lips. 

“You are so fucking special, I wish we had done this sooner,” He sighed. 

“You should never mix business with pleasure, Agent Pena,” You spoke softly. 

“Yes, we are keeping it very fucking professional,” He spoke before kissing you again. He gripped your thigh just below your ass and you kissed him back feverishly. 

Your hands moved just below the waist band of Javi’s jeans again, this time pushing them down over his ass. He broke the kiss to push them down the rest of the way and remove them. Leaving you both in nearly nothing. 

He pulled you toward the couch guiding you between kisses. He sat down on the leather couch and you drank him in all over again. The way his legs lazily spread apart making him even broader. His arms reached for you. 

“You can have a seat if you’d like,” He said gently tugging your waist toward him. 

You pulled back slightly, “I will, but first we need to make sure you’re comfortable,” 

He hummed in response. You kneeled before him, kissing his thighs and nipping at them slightly. 

Your hands tugged at the waistband of his briefs and he lifted his hips slightly so that they would be more easily removed. His cock sprung free onto his stomach, the tip reddened and leaking precum. You knew he must’ve been painful strained in his jeans. 

You stood in front of him and hiked your skirt above your waist as you brought your thighs to either side of his hips. You slowly began to grind onto his cock nothing in the way to feel how hard he was against you. His hips bucked to meet yours. 

“Let me fuck you, I want see you bounce on my cock,” He said clearly unable to contain himself. 

“Please,” you begged. 

You slowly raised yourself again, positioning him at your entrance. You slowly brought your hips down to meet his, you both groaned at the sensation. He was big and full and began slowly rocking his hips against yours. 

His hands found their way around your back. One on your lower back to steady you, the other gripping your shoulder. you slowly began to rise and fall against him, riding him back and forth. 

“Jesus, fuck- so fucking tight,” He groaned. 

“So fucking perfect for me, princessa,” he continued. 

His hips began to thrust to meet yours as moans and the slapping of skin filled the room. You both were blissed out on the feeling of his cock ramming into your pussy, it was addicting the sounds coming from him. 

With every thrust his hips dragged across your clit, bringing you even closer to your orgasm. His mouth found your breast once again gently nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin surrounding your nipple as you bounced. 

His thrusts became more erratic as you went and you knew that neither of you were going to last much longer. 

“Javier, fuck, so close. So so good baby,” You whimpered.

“Waited so fucking long for you,” He mumbled. “Needed to see you, know you.” 

You brought your lips to his neck, changing the angle slightly. Javi was ramming into you now, both of you quickly coming undone. 

Your orgasm washed over you first as you groaned and cried Javier’s name. 

“Oh fuck gonna-“ He said pulling out of you, gripping his cock. Quickly coming on your skirt and his own hand.

His hip bucked a few more times and his face twisted and he let out a few moans. 

You collapsed onto his chest and he began gently stroking your back. You were both hot and sticky but your post orgasmic bliss took over. Neither of you made any rush to move or speak for nearly ten minutes. Your mind raced with the possibility of tomorrow 

“Thank you, Javier. Just for everything,” you whispered, tears welling in your eyes at the finality of everything. 

“Hm. Your thank you is starting to sound an awful lot like goodbye,” 

“Javi,” You whispered an edge to your tone. You pushed yourself off him. 

“I think we should clean up,” you sighed and made your way down the hall to the bathroom. 

Javier followed suit, neither of you said anything as you rinsed your legs and skirt off. You sighed frustrated as your skirt was now damp and you would have to wear it home. 

“I have something you can wear home,” he said while he washed his hands. 

“Uh Javi- it’s okay,” your words fell over one another. 

“You could also just stay here,” He said, reaching for you. 

“You and I both know that’s not going to happen,” You took his hand in yours and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. 

“We could protect you here. I won’t let them touch you, I just fuck-“ he ran a hand through his hair.

You didn’t know much about Javier but you knew he could be soft with those he cared about and he was always soft with you. You knew he could be an asshole, but he had losses not many could understand. 

“You and I both know that’s not possible,” You kissed his hand. 

“I’m going to spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder. You’ll be here bringing Colombia back to peace, and I will be another notch in your playbook,” You let go of his hand and made your way back to the living room. 

You grabbed your discarded bra and tank top slipping them back on. Javier joined you in the living room a few moments later, now clad in sweatpants and holding a pair out for you. 

“Thanks,” You smiled at him, slipping your skirt off and the soft sweats on. 

“Hey, uh- before you go,” Javi shifted slightly, clearly uncomfortable. 

You looked up at him. 

“Just, when you get somewhere safe. Find a way to let me know, ok?” He said holding out a small note card with an address scribbled on it. 

You smiled at him sighing.

“Goodbye Javi,” You kissed his cheek and brushed past him to the door. 

It hurt knowing you were leaving your home. And as the warm air of the Colombian night hit you for what may be the last time, you realized, you finally had someone to say goodbye to.

tags: @skysmiller @beskarandblasters @harriedandharassed @cupofjoel @darkroastjoel @tightjeansjavi @morning-star-joy @sinsofsummers @cavillscurls @thetriumphantpanda & will be tagging main taglist just wanna get this posted!!

[yuzuyom]

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contenido sensible.

• canibalismo

•ab/so sex/al

•Uso de drogas

• Muerte, suicidio, sangre.

• Situaciones difíciles.

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Capitulo 1.

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Capitulo 2. Compañía.

Habían pasado dos semanas luego del pequeño incidente que ambos tuvieron. La pequeña bestia y tú comenzaron a repartir la comida de manera uniforme, a veces él se quedaba con las frutas, a veces tú optabas por la avena. No sabías cómo, pero ambos se habían acostumbrado a esta rutina. Eran como compañeros de escuela que compartían comida en el receso, solo que aquí no estaban en la escuela sino en una base militar en un planeta lejano a la tierra y no había receso, sino el más puro confinamiento y tortura.

Mordiste tu fruta saboreando el jugo de forma gustosa mientras tus ojos miraban a Diego, quien ya había comenzado a comer sin darte la espalda. Para entretenerte a veces tu mente imaginaba que era una especie de cena en una casa de ricos, solo que no había mesa, ni una mansión gigante y tampoco comida de ricos.

Esta vez habías decidido cambiar la rutina, tarareabas en bajo cualquier canción que llegara a tu cabeza, la melodía de "amor prohibido" de Selena Quintanilla se repetía una y otra vez en tus recuerdos así que tus labios la soltaban con suavidad. No querías reír, pero desde hace rato podías ver cómo la cola de Diego se movía al ritmo de lo que cantabas o al menos eso intentaba. Volviste a morder tu fruta soltando una risa divertida cuando su cola volvió a golpear el suelo al mismo ritmo y por consiguiente las orejas de la criatura se movieron en tu dirección. Asentiste con la cabeza cuando sus ojos se encontraron con los tuyos por una pequeña fracción de segundo notando cómo su ceño se fruncía cuando sus miradas se encontraron.

Esto era lo que habían hecho a lo largo de su convivencia.

Dormían, comían y volvían a dormir.

Estabas entrenada para este tipo de situaciones. Podías pasar cientos de incomodidades y no te importaría porque las habrías pasado peores. Solo que, cagar y orinar frente a un na'vi desconocido esperando a que no te atacara fue inquietante, no deseabas morir desnuda y sonaba estúpido que en esta situación los pensamientos que te llegaban eran de ese tipo más no te quejabas pues era la única forma que lograba entretenerte en esta celda. Tu estúpida y delirante mente creaba conversaciones de las cuales solo tú eras participe.

Masticaste la fruta con cuidado deseando que su sabor se quedara por más tiempo en tus papilas gustativas o tal vez que se haga eterno en tu boca para que no te aburrieras en este maldito encierro. Después de un rato haciendo nada decidiste que tu compañero era interesante para entretenerte. Tus ojos observaron de forma atenta cómo el na'vi comía esa avena horrible, los sonidos de su boca masticando y sorbiendo llenaban el ambiente provocando que una mueca de asco apareciera en tu rostro ante lo desagradable que se escuchaba, comía de forma desesperada como si nunca fuera volver a comer en su vida. Sus manos que brillaban gracias a los puntos iridiscentes que recorrían todo su cuerpo se movían de forma erratica hundiéndose en la avena y luego yendo a su boca de manera constante. Tus iris comenzaron a inspeccionar la desnudez de la criatura frente a ti pues finalmente tus ojos se habían acostumbrado a la oscuridad de la celda. Notaste la sombra de su larga trenza, la figura de su cuerpo se movía conforme se alimentaba. Los puntos blancos bailaban junto con su cuerpo y era lo único que podías ver por la nula luz de la celda.

De repente los sonidos que el na'vi había estado creando al comer se detuvieron. El silencio llenó el lugar y podías ver como aquellos ojos brillantes miraban fijamente la puerta metálica de la celda, lo cual te hizo ponerte alerta. Tu mirada fue hacia la puerta en segundos, los cerrojos comenzaron a hacer sonidos dejando en claro que la puerta estaría abierta en unos instantes , un claro aviso para tu compañero de celda... Va a ser llevado a su hora de tortura.

Cuando la puerta se abrió las risitas del dúo estúpido invadieron el lugar sacándote de quicio en poco tiempo. Tus ojos miraron atentos cómo se acercaban al alien el cuál estaba siendo iluminado por las luces que venían del exterior, un siseó llenó el lugar y cuando Diego estaba por atacar el sonido de electrochoques volvió a llenar el lugar.

-----Enserio, esta rutina cada vez se vuelve más y más aburrida ----. Exclamó uno de ellos ---- Mark no se cansa de esta mierda.

-----Bueno, el idiota tiene un tipo de fetiche con estas cosas -----. Respondió el otro mientras arrastraban a tu compañero ----. Sabes todo lo qué hace, ¿no?

Hubo un silencio entre los dos, un silencio que te causó repelús ante las millones de ideas que llegaron a tu cabeza.

----Que asco. ---- exclamó el otro ----. Bueno, eso explicaría porqué la necesidad de mantenerlo desnudo.

El estómago se te revolvió ante las conjeturas que formaste por esas palabras.

----- Ponle el bozal, yo le pondré las esposas.

Tus ojos observaron atenta el bozal metálico que era puesto en la boca para mantener su mandíbula cerrada. Notaste las rendijas del bozal que dejaban ver su boca seguramente para que pudieran tomar pruebas de saliva o estudiar su dentadura, después tus ojos pasaron a las esposas. Un rectángulo que mantenía sus muñecas juntas y apretadas volviendo inútil ambas manos.

Era como un animal de circo, uno que estaba en exhibición solo para la satisfacción de un maldito loco.

Cuando los guardias salieron con tu compañero a rastras dejaste salir un gran suspiro para relajar tus hombros tensos. Tus ojos tranquilos comenzaron a analizar cada rincón de la celda volviendo a repasar tu plan de huída. Un plan de huída que era por completo un suicidio para ti, pero ahora mismo no tenías tiempo de repasar algo con menor riesgo, no había forma de salir ilesa de este maldito lugar y menos con tu pierna rota, agradeciste al idiota de tu compañero por aquello.

Decidiste dormir, porque hoy no sería el día en el que vas a huir de este lugar.

"Paciencia, Sam. debes ser paciente para hacerlo perfecto"

Hiciste una mueca fastidiada, intentando ignorar la voz de tu hermana y concentrarte en dormir.

En la celda rodeada de oscuridad no tenías sentido del tiempo, entonces nunca estabas segura de cuánto habías estado durmiendo o cuántos días habías estado encerrada, por eso mismo cuando la puerta volvió a hacer sonidos no estabas segura de cuánto tiempo había pasado. Te sentaste en tu esquina observando atenta todo lo que sucedía a tu alrededor dispuesta a pelear con uñas y dientes contra tu compañero ansioso por la droga. El alien fue lanzado a la celda, los guardias volvieron a encadenarlo con rapidez, como si algo hubiera salido mal y necesitaban su presencia en algún lugar. Ambos salieron rápidamente de la celda y tus oídos alcanzaron a oír que uno de ellos se había salido de control, más no le prestaste tanta atención por el claro peligro que tenías enfrente tuyo. Tus ojos miraron atentos a Diego el cual apenas se movía tirado en el suelo. Tu instinto comenzó a encenderse al notar pequeños movimientos de la criatura frente a ti, entonces un suave gruñido comenzó a extenderse por toda la celda y era obvio que provenía del alien azul.

Te hincaste en tus pies, esperando atenta a que esta enorme criatura decidiera atacarte cuando finalmente estuviera lista.

No tardó ni cinco segundos cuando él te miró rabioso, sus ojos llenos de cólera penetraron tu alma llenándote de la adrenalina que aparecía en una situación peligrosa. Él corrió hacia a ti y tú hiciste lo mismo, cuando estabas a centímetros de él pateaste su rostro usando el pie bueno causando que tu rostro se contrajera de dolor por tu pierna rota, sin embargo, no podías distraerte con eso, porque tu vida estaba en riesgo. Tus manos tomaron su cabeza y con toda la fuerza que pudiste reunir la estampaste contra el duro suelo. El na'vi que se oía errático jaló tu tobillo para hacerte golpear con fuerza el duro suelo. Rápidamente enredaste tus piernas en su brazo y con agilidad le hiciste una llave comenzando a cortarle la respiración.

El sudor bajaba por tu frente y tu respiración acelerada hacía que tu adrenalina creciera y te hiciera sentir imparable. La idea de morir y ser devorada por esta criatura te obligaba a moverte para evitar que sus deseos se hicieran realidad.

---- Escúchame bien, maldito cocainomano ----- hablaste con rabia ---- no voy a morir, no voy a permitirte matarme. Ni tú, ni esos malditos bastardos, nadie va a detenerme ¿¡Me oyes!? ¡Nadie va a matarme, pendejo de mierda!

Tu compañero estaba perdiendo la conciencia podías sentirlo en la forma que comenzaba a dejar de moverse cuando sus manos ya estaban dejando de apretar tus piernas lo dejaste ir volviendo a la esquina de la habitación mientras el sonido de su tos estruendosa intentando tomar aire con fuerza invadía el lugar. Lo oíste sisearte mientras sus ojos te miraban rabiosos. Sus pupilas totalmente dilatadas te observaban insistentes como si de esa forma lograra convencerte para acercarte a él y permitieras que te comiera. Después de unos minutos donde no hacían nada decidió darte la espalda volviendo a su propio mundo, tal vez intentando ignorar la ansiedad que lo invadía por probar más de aquel alucinógeno.

Tú cantaste victoria.

La victoria de esta maldita batalla contra un adicto la cual habías vuelto a ganar y eso no te llenó de satisfacción.

Te hundió.

Cuando abriste tus ojos te diste cuenta que Diego te estaba mirando desde su sitio. Sus hombros tensos te dejaban en claro que no estaba cómodo y esa mirada insistente te dejaba en claro que de alguna forma quería hablar, más no lo hacía.

Tus ojos lo miraron atenta deseando adentrarte en lo más profundo de su mente porque tu curiosidad era grande, deseabas tanto saber qué era lo que acongobaja a esta criatura para estar tan insistente contigo. Cerraste los ojos con fuerza intentando ignorar esa pequeña muestra de compasión que querías brindarle, una estúpida manía que tenías cuando veías a alguien sufrir con ojos inocentes.

Eso te metió en tantos problemas, esa maldita compasión que te tiende a invadir con personas que definitivamente no la necesitan.

Como con adictos.

-----No me mires así... ---- murmuraste, ganándote una mirada atenta -----. Está bien, no pasa nada. Te perdono.

Su cola se movió con calma y tú odiaste que está situación te fuera familiar. Odiaste estar confinada y que este ser fuera tu única compañía. Esto era una situación que pasaba cuando la mente era llevada al límite, la soledad y le necesidad de tu mente de mantenerte a salvo te obligaba a formar un vínculo con cualquier objeto y eso objeto para ti era el alien que tenías enfrente a pesar de que te haya intentado comer o atacado cada que tenía la oportunidad. Fue la única convivencia en dos meses, era tu única salvación para no volverte loca en medio de toda esta oscuridad y parece que él lo sabía.

Parecía que él también odiaba esta sensación donde ambos comenzaban a ser más conscientes de la presencia del otro.

Hiciste que tu cabeza golpeara la dura pared metálica centrándote en el dolor de tu nuca mientras que un suspiro abandonaba tus labios demostrando tu cansancio. Oíste a la criatura frente a ti moverse por esa estúpida cadena y aquello hizo que tus ojos volvieran a centrarse en él. El alien abrazaba su rodillas y con su ceño fruncido te miraba fijamente, tal vez cuestionándose tu extraña actitud hacia su persona.

No lo sabías, no querías meterte de lleno en eso.

Preferiste dormir y esperar a que un nuevo mes pase.

Se te hizo largo, fue eterna la espera.

La única forma de que este rato fuera pasable fue cuando ambos hacían guerra de miradas, quien parpadea primero perdía y no era por nada, pero eras espectacular en este juego. Como ahora mismo. Tus ojos estaban atentos a esa mirada amarilla la cuál no se despegaban ni un segundo de tu persona. Dejaste que tu mirada se hundiera en esos par de ojos dorados profundos ignorando de esa forma el ardor de tu córnea al no haber parpadeado por muchos segundos. Ladeaste tu cabeza hacia un lado siendo imitada por él lentamente provocando que una sonrisa divertida apareciera en tu rostro. Estabas a punto de parpadear, lo sabías porque tus ojos comenzaban a arder y poco a poco se ponían llorosos. Para tu alegría él parpadeó primero y desvió la mirada hacia la puerta.

-----¡Ja, me la pelas! ---- cantaste victoriosa sonriendo en su dirección.

Eso hasta que el ceño del na'vi se frunció.

Tus ojos miraron a la puerta de igual forma, frunciendo el ceño cuando el sonido de las cerraduras abriéndose llenó toda la habitación. Después de unos segundos desviaste tus ojos a tu compañero, Diego ya te estaba mirando de forma ansiosa cuando los soldadeos entraron. Lo oíste sisear como advertencia hacia ellos, el sonido de su cola golpeando el suelo con furia llegó a tus oídos y cuando ellos se acercaron un electrochoque recorrió todo su cuerpo. Mordiste tu labio inferior intentando guardar cualquier tipo de comentario estúpido que quisiera salir de tu bocota. Te obligaste a hacerte invisible en esta gran habitación, una acción que definitivamente no te agradaba para nada porque tú no eras así.

Tú eras de los que gritaban y obligaba a todos a que giraran a verte.

Cuando ellos salieron tú dejaste salir un pesado suspiro, estabas preparando a tu cerebro para la nueva batalla que se formaría con tu amigo adicto. Al menos esperabas que tal vez después de haberte enfrentado a él mantendría la distancia.

Estuviste en medio del silencio de la celda intentando brindar calma a tu ansioso corazón. Podías sentir la adrenalina recorrer cada centímetro de tu cuerpo debido a la expectativa de los sucesos que podrían ocurrir cuando Diego llegara, la necesidad de pelear comenzaba a abrumar cada rincón de tu mente provocando un cosquilleo en tus manos que no podías ignorar. Soltaste un suspiro golpeando tu desgastada bota contra el suelo ansiosa a la llegada. Tus manos comenzaron a jugar con el pequeño hilo que sobresalía de tu pantalón militar intentando entretenerte de cualquier forma.

"Paciencia, Sam"

Resoplaste fastidiada ante la misma frase, ya harta de la voz chillona de tu cabeza. Te diste media vuelta dispuesta a dormir y dejar que todo pase para ignorar el aburrimiento. Después de ir yendo y viniendo al mundo de los sueños y aguantar horas con la incertidumbre los cerrojos de la gran puerta comenzaron a hacer acto de presencia. Las botas pesadas de los que fueron tus compañeros invadieron cada rincón de la habitación. Observaste en un silencio sepulcral cómo ellos lanzaban a Diego al suelo, los soldados volvieron a poner el collar en su cuello, sus dedos colocaron el código en el panel y finalmente se alejaron de ahí sin decir nada interesante.

Observaste atenta cada movimiento de tu dopado amigo lista para pelear. A pesar de toda la oscuridad lograste notar cómo su cola comenzaba a moverse con lentitud conforme los segundos pasaban, los dedos de sus pies comenzaban a tener pequeños tic representando la ansiedad que su cuerpo estaba sufriendo. Finalmente sus ojos amarillos te miraron fijamente, sus pupilas dilatadas te hicieron ponerte alerta, dispuesta a patear su maldito trasero si Diego volvía a acercarse.

Más no sucedió.

El muchacho se quedó quieto en su lugar y con su respiración pesada se giró en su lugar intentando ignorar tu presencia en la hhabitación. Abrazando sus propios hombros probablemente por el frio que invadia todo su cuerpo. En medio de la oscuridad lograste notar cómo su cola se enrrollaba en su muslo. Esta vez no hubo ningún ataque de su parte, simplemente te ignoró y se encerró en lo más profundo de su mente.

Con incomodidad y sospecha te recargaste en la pared masajeando tu pierna inflamada con cuidado al estar sentada en el suelo. Tus ojos no se despegaron ni un segundo de él sin confiar que no fuera hacer nada. Estabas incrédula a la idea de que Diego no te atacara. No dormiste en ese rato, no lograste cerrar tus ojos hasta que tu cuerpo comenzó a sentirse agotado y te obligó a descansar después de horas sin dormir.

Aún sin saber cuánto tiempo había pasado.

Tu compañero de celda no te atacó en ningún momento. Ambos compartieron la comida con tranquilidad y cómo nueva actividad puesta en la rutina ahora Diego te miraba de forma directa y sin disimular. Poe si fuera poco ya no desviaba sus ojos cuando se encontraban con los tuyos. Sus iris amarillos estaban atentos a cada movimiento que hacías, sus ojos vagaban por todo tu cuerpo y a veces podías verlo relamer sus labios de forma ansiosa. Aquello no te brindaba nada de calma porque sabías que este muchacho había comido personas lo cual podías notar por los huesos viejos que adornaban la esquina de la celda, podías entenderlo cuando veías que el suelo era pintado de un lindo color carmesí que conocías bien.

Esta fue su convivencia por otro mes.

Ustedes dos teniendo batalla de miradas, tú cantando viejas canciones de reguetón, él moviendo la cola interesado cuando tu bota golpeaba el suelo al ritmo de tu voz. Era una convivencia extraña, una nueva forma de hacerse amigos ante la situación que ambos estaban viviendo.

----Oye, me estoy aburriendo inventa un juego o algo ----. Hablaste mirando al techo imaginando un juego del gato.

Diego no hizo ningún ruido, solo escuchaste su cola golpear contra el metálico suelo.

----Cabroón... Al menos unas dos palabras, ¿no? ---- te quejaste con el ceño fruncido.

Lo único que recibiste a cambio fue un suave siseó y aquello te hizo rodar los ojos. No servía de nada quejarse, porque aunque hablara tú no entenderías ninguna de las palabras que salieran de su boca.

----En verdad eres un horrible compañero de celda ----. Volviste a quejarte, esta vez mirando a tu amigo el cual ya te estaba mirando. Sus orejas estaban pegadas a su nuca demostrando su enfado ante tu habladuría -----. Awww, ¿el gatito se enojo?

Otro siseó debido a tu burla haciendote sonreír, estabas dispuesta a seguir con esto de no ser por el sonido de la puerta. Guardaste silencio con tus ojos abiertos debido a la sorpresa por no haber oído nada antes de que se acercaran. Era obvio que tu sentido de alerta comenzaba a volverse inútil conforme pasabas los días encerrada, hiciste de lado tus preocupaciones sentándote mientras pegabas tu espalda a la pared y observaban fijamente a los no invitados.

Diego miró rápidamente a los dos guardias. Sus dientes comenzaron a mostrarse en cuestión de segundos amenazando con atacar si esos idiotas llegaban a tocarlo.

Eso hasta que nuevamente ese electrochoque sonó por toda la habitación.

---- Ese idiota de Mark cada vez se vuelve menos paciente ----. Se quejó uno de ellos tomando a tu compañero inconsciente.

Escuchaste un suspiro pesado y eso te hizo cubrir tu boca intentando oír lo que ellos decían.

----Y qué lo digas, dice que cada vez está más cerca de lo que busca.

¿Y exactamente qué busca? Tu lo sabías, cuidaste por un tiempo de ese idiota cuando quería hacer un recorrido por la tierra desconocida. Quería imitar cada rincón de esta tierra, quería crear al avatar perfecto para sus extraños fetiches.

Estaba enfermo.

----Está demente. Dicen que ya encontró un nuevo Na'vi para experimentar.

----Ah si, la cría. ¿No es así?

Apretaste los labios con fuerza, sintiendo como la rabia recorría cada rincón de tu cuerpo al pensar en un pequeño niño siendo pinchado por ese estúpido científico. Odiabas tanto a los malditos enfermitos.

----Ja, si la idiota de Samanta estuviera viva estoy segura de que estaría rabiosa ----- se burló uno de ellos poniendo cadenas en las manos del Na'vi.

----Se presumía mucho que era la mejor del escuadrón y la idiota no pudo con este tipo.

Uno de ellos rió y tu orgullo se vio pisoteado, las inmensas ganas de volarles la cabeza se presentó y estabas dispuesta a saltar para arrancarle la cabeza y meterselas por el culo, de no ser por la chillona voz de tu cabeza.

"Paciencia".

-----Tenía buen culo, si en los restos estuviera su trasero ten por seguro que me la follaría.

Pendejo.

----Dios, eres un asqueroso.

Ambos salieron y te dejaron ahí sola ahogándote en tu propia molestia.

Podías sentir cómo todo tu cuerpo estaba tenso, tu mandíbula se apretaba tan fuerte que estabas segura de que algunos dientes tronarían sino la relajabas. Tus puños estaban tomando con fuerza tu pantalón militar y las venas de tu sien se marcaban debido a la rabia.

Les vas a demostrar.

Definitivamente matarías a estos cabrones y se retorcerían en su tumba por el resto de su vida.

Ahora solo podías tragarte tu enojo y quedarte quieta llena de impotencia. No sabías cuánto tiempo estuviste entre el enojo y la colera. Lo único que te sacó de tu ensoñacion excesiva donde volabas todo fue el sonido de la puerta ser abierta. La misma rutina se repitió y tú solo miraste a Diego cuando el dúo estúpido salió por la puerta. Tus ojos se quedaron quietos en él, tu mirada recorrió con cuidado todo su cuerpo notando cómo comenzaba a temblar. Él no hacía nada, nunca hacía nada más que envolver su cola contra su muslo mientras sus ojos perdidos y vacíos miraban el techo. De repente sus manos fueron hacia su pecho comenzando a rascar la piel de sus pectorales, sus manos tomaron su trenza con fuerza sin hacer ningún movimiento, solo... recostado boca arriba con mirada perdida. Después de una hora lograste notar cómo sus ojos se cerraban, pequeños ronquidos llenaron el lugar dejando en claro que Diego finalmente había caído dormido.

Tus ojos inseguros recorrieron su cuerpo de arriba a abajo todo este rato esperando obtener alguna reacción que te hiciera ver su próximo ataque, más no hubo nada.

Solo el silencio de la celda oscura.

Dejaste que tu cabeza se recargara contra el metal cerrando tus ojos para intentar descansar del estrés que toda esta situación siempre te causaba. Ya estabas dispuesta a encerrarte en tu mente y esperar a que cualquier canción llegara a tu mente de no ser por el sonido de arcada.

Un sonido que te causaba repelús cada que lo oías.

Tu ojos se movieron con lentitud a Diego quién seguía recostado en el suelo.

Tus ojos notaron los espasmos de su cuerpo mientras el sonido del vómito acumulándose en su garganta te enviaba escalofríos por tu columna erizando los vellos de todas tus extremidades. De repente miles de sensaciones invadían tu cuerpo. Tu piel comenzaba a sentirse incómoda debido a la sensacion de la ropa tocándote, tu mandíbula se apretó y los recuerdos del pasado llegaron a tu mente como una tortura continúa. Tus manos temblorosas fueron lentamente a tus oídos intentando desaparecer el sonido de las arcadas y cubriendo el ahogamiento que Diego estaba sufriendo por su propio vomito. Tu respiración comenzaba a acelerarse a cada segundo que pasaba presa del pánico al ver cómo la persona inconsciente frente a ti comenzaba a moverse de forma brusca. Cuando te diste cuenta eras demasiado pequeña, te sentías tan aterrada que el escalofrío que recorrió cada centímetro de tu cuerpo te hizo esperar ansiosa a que la escena frente a ti terminara.

Estabas esperando de forma desesperada a que aquel chico terminara de ahogarse en su propio vomito.

Iba a morir.

Él iba a morir frente a tus ojos y tú no harías nada.

¿Qué podías hacer? Él podría matarte si te acercabas, podría despertar y ser irracional como siempre lo era.

Entonces, tal vez tendrías solo un poco de paz. No estarías alerta a cada segundo y podrías dormir como realmennte lo merecías, Pero... era lo único que te mantenía cuerda, era tu único boleto de salida de este lugar.

¿Qué harías?, ¿Qué vas a hacer?, ¿Vas a dejarlo morir?.

Entonces eres como los demás. Eres un monstruo que solo ve por si misma.

"Hubiera deseado estar ahí para poder protegerte"

Cerraste tus ojos con fuerza cuando aquella voz llegó a tu cabeza solo para hacerte sentir culpable por la situación.

¿Qué haría la joven tú? Probablemente ella solo lloraría. Esa idiota era lo único que sabía hacer.

Llorar y lamentarse por todo lo que no pudo hacer.

-----Puta madre.

Y con eso corriste hacia Diego. Tus manos se movieron con rapidez acumulando toda tu fuerza para poner su cuerpo de costado. Tus dedos temblorosos abrieron su boca con fuerza metiendo dos de ellos para sacar todo lo que se había acumulado en su garganta, luego Diego escupió sacando todo su vomito sin dejar de sufrir espasmos. Al estar ya segura de que todo estaba bien te giraste dispuesta a alejarte de no ser porque su mano tomó con fuerza tu muñeca, haciéndote saltar debido a la sorpresa. Estabas dispuesta a golpearlo para que te dejara ir de no ser por los pequeños sollozos que comenzaron a escapar de sus labios. Su agarre se debilitó comenzando a temblar mientras lloraba entre sueños, sus quejidos calaron en tus pensamientos y con cuidado comenzaste a palmear su espalda quedándote a su lado hasta que él lograra tranquilizarse... Lo odiaste.

Odiaste tanto esta situación porque te recordaba tanto al pasado.

Un pasado del que llevabas años huyendo, esperando jamás volver a encontrarte en una situación donde te sintieras vulnerable de forma sentimental.

Habías estado haciéndolo bien.

Siempre con un arma y nunca mostrando debilidad ante situaciones difíciles. Todo fue culpa de esta maldita situación donde te llevaron al límite, era claro que el encierro causaría estragos a tu salud mental, te debilitaría y obtendrías algo de empatía por tu único compañero de celda.

Un alien con el cuál ni siquiera te habías comunicado correctamente.

Estuviste horas ahí sentada brindándole compañía a Diego quien no dejó de llorar por todo ese tiempo, los suaves sollozos que dejaba salir eran una señal de que seguía perdido en su mente y gracias a eso podías darte la oportunidad de analizarlo. Sus orejas estaban dañadas, absolutamente destrozadas como si algo las hubiera mordido, también notaste algo que nunca antes habias visto... Unas cejas pobladas como las de un avatar, solo que sabías que Diego no era un avatar. Sino un nativo de Pandora y ahora entendías a los que se refería aquel científico al decir que "Charlie" era su más especial adquisición.

Un híbrido.

Una cría de algo artificial.

Tus dedos acariciaron con cuidado sus cejas llena de curiosidad ante la situación. ¿Qué lo hacía especial?, además de la obvias diferencias físicas.

Te quedaste en lo mas profundo de tu cabeza hasta que notaste que los llantos se habían esfumado y el siencio invadió el lugar. Estabas segura de que si fueras una persona normal ni siquiera lo habrías notado, pero no lo eras. Eras un soldado y claro que notaste cuando él se despertó. Su respiración se volvió calmada y hubo un pequeño tic en su mano que te sostenía con fuerza ahí notaste una gran cicatriz donde debía estar su dedo meñique.

Ya estaba consciente.

No te moviste para no asustarlo sin dejar de darle palmadas a su espalda para que él no sospechara que tú sabías que estaba despierto y así evitar que sufriera de un ataque de pánico o volverlo de alguna forma inestable.

Notaste cómo sus parpados se abrieron lentamente dejando ver sus iris dorados los cuales te miraron de reojo. Te obligaste a soportar la carcajada que quizo escapar de tu boca. Diego se levantó de golpe y tú te alejaste de él mirándolo atenta por si debías defenderte de cualquier ataque.

Al menos fue así hasta que notaste que Diego no se movió y solo te observó desde su lugar con ojos muy abiertos.

Sus ojos amarillos miraban fijamente los tuyos y por el rabillo del ojo podías notar cómo su cola estaba levantada en señal de alerta. Ambos estudiando si podían confiar en el otro para hacer algún movimiento. Decidiste que tú serias la primer en moverte, dando pequeños y lentos pasos hacia atras mientras levantabas tus manos con suavidad intentando comunicarle que no harías nada para dañarlo. Tu vista logró captar el pequeño movimiento de su cuerpo provocando que tu corazón se acelere ansioso ante la idea de sus caninos encajándose en tu piel.

-----Está bien, tranquilo... No haré nada — aseguraste sin dejar de observarlo.

Él solo siseó en tu dirección dándose media vuelta para mirar a la pared y así ignorar por completo tu existencia. Aquello te hizo abrir la boca indignada y luego rodar los ojos por su acción malagradecida.

-----Si, claro ----- soltaste sin pensar ---- ¡De nada, por cierto!

Volviste a tu lugar sin ganas de tentar tu suerte con este gran muchacho.

Fue un avance, no te mató lo que significaba que era una especie de agradecimiento. De todos modos lo necesitabas, necesitabas que te apoyara para tu próxima huída porque cuando vuelvan a llevárselo tú harías de todo para salir de aquí.

"Paciencia"

Ya se te había agotado y era momento de ignorar aquella voz.

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Wing Chun, del amor como arte marcial

y todo aquello que crece tan rápido como la hierba sobre la tumba                 de un pájaro

(Celan)

los gramos de luz que impactan la tierra por segundo

(Wright)

dos personas mirándose desde lados opuestos de la claridad

(Carson)

hablar de eso, de lo que nos permitimos el lujo de no entender literalmente.

si la luz puede impulsar una nave espacial ¿todavía te preguntas quién saldrá ganando?

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dos amigas conversan en la mesa de un bar a primera hora. una de ellas repasa la línea de las pestañas con la yema del dedo índice,                 parece realmente afectada

(sus palabras conforman una mastaba en la mente de la otra un recinto dorado —con razón mastaba proviene del árabe “tertulia”, que atesora a                 su vez restos del griego antiguo stibás, “lecho de hierba”— dábale leche de yegua y curábale las llagas con polvo de violetas, piensa la que escucha, como sucede en las leyendas andinas como si la efectividad de los remedios se midiese por la extrañeza                 que provocan)

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escondida en un bosque mientras medita, Ng Mui observa a una                 serpiente pelear con una grulla, direccionalidad frente al                 equilibrio, un esplendor de órbitas y esbeltezas, dos                 versos de metro desigual cabalgando en la boca de quien                 recita. Ng Mui observa y memoriza los movimientos, el arte.

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no hay orden que valga en el mundo

si consideramos su relato, la amiga que habla también persevera en el                 contacto. hace suya la técnica del oponente, simultánea defensa al ataque, no arremete contra puntos vitales, pero sí contra aquellos que                 desarman el movimiento por venir

detrás de las palabras, músculos incandescencia

wing chun, “eterno canto de primavera”

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la que escucha no sabe si la amiga aprendió más de la grulla o de la                 serpiente. la que escucha se pregunta qué amuleto egipcio vendría al caso (si los peces de cerámica turquesa protegían a la portadora de                 morir ahogada en el 1335 a. C., ¿qué serviría aquí?)

de forma subcutánea, la mañana avanza como el veneno expulsado gracias al cierre de las                 mandíbulas un mordisco de serpiente

poco importa: permanecen, sin tocarse, unidas en su asombro                               como las marcas paralelas de los colmillos en la carne de la víctima.  

- Atlas, Alba Cid. Versiones del gallego al español por Diego Gómez Pickering

  Wing Chun, do amor como arte marcial

e todo aquilo que medra tan rápido coma a herba sobre a tumba                 dun paxaro

(Celan)

os gramos de luz que impactan a terra por segundo

(Wright)

dúas persoas a mirarse desde beiras opostas da claridade

(Carson)

falar diso, do que nos permitimos o luxo de non entender literalmente.

se a luz pode empurrar unha nave espacial aínda te preguntas quen sairá gañando?

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dúas amigas conversan na mesa dun bar a primeira hora. unha delas repasa a liña das pestanas coa xema do dedo índice,                 parece realmente afectada

(as súas palabras conforman unha mastaba na mente da outra un recinto dourado —con razón mastaba provén do árabe “faladoiro”, que atesoura á                 súa vez restos do grego antigo stibás, “leito de herba”— dáballe leite de egua e curáballe as chagas con po de violetas, pensa a que escoita, como acontece nas lendas andinas coma se a efectividade dos remedios se medise pola estrañeza                 que provocan)

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agochada nun bosque mentres medita, Ng Mui espreita unha                 serpe pelexar cun grou, direccionalidade fronte a                 equilibrio, un esplendor de órbitas e esbeltezas, dous                 versos de metro desigual encabalgando na boca de quen                 recita. Ng Mui observa e memoriza os movementos, a arte.

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non hai ordenación que valla no mundo

se atendemos ao seu relato, a amiga que fala tamén persevera no                 contacto. fai súa a técnica do oponente, simultanea defensa a ataque, non arremete contra puntos vitais, pero si contra aqueles que                 desarman o movemento por vir

detrás das palabras, músculos incandescencia

wing chun, “eterno canto de primavera”

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a que escoita non sabe se a amiga aprendeu máis do grou ou da                 serpe. a que escoita pregúntase que amuleto exipcio viría ao caso (se os peixes de cerámica turquesa protexían a portadora de                 morrer afogada no 1335 a. C., que serviría aquí?)

de xeito subcutáneo, a mañá avanza coma o veleno expulsado grazas ao peche das                 mandíbulas unha trabada de serpe

pouco importa: permanecen, sen tocarse, unidas no asombro                        coma as marcas paralelas dos cabeiros na carne da vítima.    

1Ley por la cual un animal o fuerza maléfica no atacará a quien lleve sobre sí una parte de dicho animal o fuerza.

2Lei pola cal un animal ou forza maléfica non atacará a quen leve sobre si unha parte dese animal ou forza.

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Heart-Gracia Family Intro <333

First off we have my starter sim Simone Heart, to her left is her brother Dakota Heart!

Next Row we have the siblings mother Jasmine Heart and then their Grandmother MaryAnne Heart!

First here we have Simone's boyfriend (soon to be hubby? and babydaddy) Diego Garcia! Underneath him are his parents Rosanna and Pietro Garcia followed by his younger siblings Rico and Marciela!

this has just been an intro post for now, I haven't even built their houses yet lmao and knowing me I'm going to end up making more sims XD Hope y'all like them! <3333