#gracias diego

[50kgannamolly]

[ellethakallabeth]

El Diego getting my drunk ass a free coke in Galway, Ireland lmao

[biaportfolio]

( Esta é uma das recompensas do meu apoia.se, o mês de setembro tem como tema star wars. Para ajudar esta artista a continuar produzindo arte clique nesse link. A partir de 5 reais mensais você já ganha recompensas incríveis )

[cinemaquiles]

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

[medusamor]

' 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

[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"**

@wintrsoldrluvr @vicmc624 @itvy5601 @mrs-bucky-barnes-73

[50kgannamolly]

[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!

[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!!

[holygrailimagines]

Coach’s Daughter

Summary: Reader is a coach’s daughter.

Author’s Note: I gave Diego a random ass number lmao. Also, no hate to no sabo kids. Also, maybe a multipart series? 

     Your dad was a very valuable man in the football community, especially Mexico. Football and Mexico ran in his veins like crazy. His passion was unlike any other, which is why the Mexican Selection team needed him. Everyone was sure he would guide Mexico into a new season of triumph and success. 

     Unfortunately for you, that meant you had to leave everything you knew in America and move to Mexico. Sure, you had a lot of love for Mexico. After all, it was quite literally your mother’s and father’s land. But, America was your home, you had been here for two decades. All your friends and family were here, so you weren’t super excited to leave everything behind just so your dad could teach a bunch of men how to play football. 

     Your father sensed your sadness and decided the best way to make it up to you was to bring you to work with him. Maybe his love and passion would rub off on you and you would finally understand that this was a good thing. 

     “Hijita, por favor, I don’t want you to be sad anymore.” Your dad begged as he kept his eyes on the road. You sighed, staring out the passenger side window. You two were on your way to the team’s practice. 

     “I know papa, but you know I don’t even like football.” It was true, you weren’t interested at all. He sighed at your response as he parked the car. 

     “Okay but, please just be nice to my players. And don’t worry about speaking Spanish, they all understand English.” You nodded as you both exited the car and headed to the trunk. Your father passed you a few orange cones and he slung a mesh bag of dozens of soccer balls behind his back and you both made your way to the open field. 

     In the distance you saw a group of men and when they noticed your dad, they instantly cheered and ran up to greet him. They hugged him and shook his hand before turning their attention to you. Nothing is as uncomfortable as millions of eyes staring at you, especially when those eyes belong to the most gorgeous men you’ve ever seen. 

     “Amigos, esta es mi hija, (Y/N).” Your father said in Spanish, introducing you. 

     “Mucho gusto, déjame ayudarte con esos conos.” A man with curly hair and gloves said, reaching out his hand. You noticed the number 13 on his uniform. (translation: nice to meet you, let me help you with those cones)

     “Umm. Hello?” You said in an unsure manner, reaching out to shake his hand. If you were being completely honest, your spanish was horrid. You hated to admit it but you were a bit whitewashed. The man looked at you with furrowed eyebrows but smiled a little. 

     “¿Que, no español?” He chuckled, sending a look towards your father. Your father sighed, as if he was disappointed at your lack of bilingual skills. (What, no spanish?)

     “Yes, about that. My daughter has spent all her life in America so please try to speak to her in English,” Your dad announced to the team as he placed both of his hands on your shoulder. 

     “Hopefully this time in Mexico will do some good for her Spanish, right?” He asked, looking down at you, shaking you slightly as you nodded in agreement. God this was so awkward. 

     Every football player took turns shaking your hand and greeted you in English. Well almost every football player except number 18. He shook your hand and proudly greeted you in spanish. He was absolutely beautiful. His caramel skin and hazel eyes left you red and flabbergasted. 

     The whole time you sat on the bench watching the team, you couldn’t keep your eyes off him. When practice was over, you said your goodbyes to the team and began walking to the car with your dad. 

     “¡Espera, tus conos!” You heard a voice yell behind you. Your dad chuckled as number 18 handed you the orange cones you accidentally left behind. (Wait, your cones!) 

     “Gracias, Dieguito.” Your dad thanked him, Diego smiled at him and then at you. He flashed his perfect teeth, and you couldn’t help but blush. 

     “Si, gracias,” you said, trying your best not to present your American accent. 

     He smirked and before jogging back to his teammates he said, “You’re welcome, American girl.”

I literally wrote this in like an hour because I was so desperate for any writing posts with football players. Lord knows how feral this world cup is making me. 

[philomenie]

Shadow Warrior

Hitman! Jolly - Part 2

CN despair, grief, mention of abortion, mafiatheme, violence, sexual tension, cheating, guilt, thoughts/ plans for exhumation +18

If I forgot to mark something as CN, please let me know so I can add it!

@nojoyontheburn @jilliemiw86 @dsireland86 @aubrey-melinoe

THREE

The alarm and surveillance system is quickly concerned. Olivia knows Doi would have gotten and installed one for her in a heartbeat, but her anger at him is overflowing right now, even though she doesn't know for sure if he lied to her or not. With squealing tires, she pulls into the driveway of her house, turns off the engine and slams the doors. When she runs to Alma, she is already standing in the doorway, looking at her anxiously.

“Can Daniel install the surveillance system for me?” she wants to know without further ado. “Uh... yes, sure... when?” Alma wants to know, caught off guard. “Preferably today?” growls Olivia. “Today? It's already late....” gulps Alma, but turns around and calls for her son, who is lounging in front of the TV in the living room. The 23-year-old sneaks up grumpily.

When he sees Olivia, he stretches and puts on a friendly face, “Hola chica....” he grins. “Can you install a surveillance system for me? Now?” Olivia wants to know without further ado. “Now?” Daniel stares at her in disbelief. “Now!” growls Olivia. “Okay....” Daniel nods, stretching and pulls on his sneakers, grabs his sweat jacket and picks up his cell phone, scrolling. “Who do you want to call?” his mother wants to know. “Miguel, Diego, Alvaro.....” lists Daniel, ”The three of them know their way around....” “More likely how to switch off a surveillance system,” snorts Alma, lips pressed together. “That's why!” grins Daniel as he types a message to his friends. Olivia prepares sandwiches for the boys in her kitchen, while Milo skeptically observes the four young men tinkering around in his home. When Olivia brings the platter of sandwiches to the boys, they all beam at her. “Gracias!” they all nod and tuck in. “Hmm, we'll be done soon. All the cameras are installed outside. Inside too now, we just have to activate it!” chews Daniel. “Great!” Olivia sighs with relief, ”I'm incredibly grateful!” “No problem....” grins Daniel.

When they have finished eating, Alvaro shows Olivia how to activate the system, the tablet with the surveillance images and shows her how and where to store the codes. “Not difficult, really, all in all. Then press this button here and the system is active!” he smiles. “You're great, guys!” Olivia smiles gratefully as her cell phone buzzes on the kitchen counter. Frowning, she looks to see who is calling her and her face stiffens. “Noah.....” she hisses. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” he snarls at her. “HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW WHAT I'M DOING?” she hisses back. “Jesus Christ, you agreed to let my men protect you... so how else was I supposed to know what you were up to in your house with four half-wits!” Doi snarls. “Please, what???” What am I up to???” Olivia gasps, ”Are you fucking serious now?? What do you think I'm DOING?” Doi takes a few deep breaths in and out before answering, “I just want to make sure you're okay... my men weren't sure what those guys were.... What they're doing in your house.” “They're my neighbor's son and his friends. They installed a surveillance system for me!” rumbles Olivia. “In the middle of the night?” Doi gasps in amazement. “In the middle of the night... yes!” Olivia hisses back.

“Why? I mean... why at this hour, now? And why didn't you ask me to do that? I could have installed a perfect security system for you, door and window locks.....” he explains, irritated. “Fuck... I didn't even think about door and window locks....” Olivia chews on her lower lip. “What the fuck is going on, Olivia?” Doi now wants to know from her. “A guy snuck around my house today...a tall, lean, broad-shouldered guy.... Dressed in black.....” growls Olivia. Silence. “You come to my house... stay with me for now!” Doi declares without thinking about it, immediately realizing WHO was sneaking around Olivia's house. “No, certainly not!” Olivia hisses immediately. “I'll tell my men to bring you here now!” decides Doi, without listening to Olivia. “FUCK, Noah, NO!” hisses Olivia angrily, ”You're not listening to me!” “Then go and see Nadja! But you sure as hell ain't staying in this fucking house alone with some motherfucker sneaking around your house!” hisses Doi. “I thought your men were protecting me!” she challenges him. “Olivia.....” Doi breathes in and out again, ”Please... I'm really worried....” “Why? Do you know who it could be?” she wants to know. “No!” comes the answer immediately. “Hmm” mumbles Olivia, unconvinced, ‘What I wanted to ask you....’ but then she breaks off, having changed her mind. “What did you want to ask?” Doi wants to know.

“Forget it... it wasn't important!” Olivia deflects. “Ok... if you don't want to go to my place or Nadja's, then I'll come to yours!” Doi growls and gets up, walking to his front door. “Fuck, what.... NO! No way!” Olivia hisses, ”I'm certainly not letting you into my house, let alone spend the night here!” “You had a choice, if you're going to be that stubborn, I might as well be!” growls Doi and hangs up. Damn it... that was Karlsson, Doi is convinced. Olivia stares at her cell phone in horror, dials Doi's contact again, but he doesn't pick up. “FUCK!” she screams angrily. “Problems?” Daniel wants to know. All the boys stare at her. “Yes... no... yes, yes we are!” growls Olivia angrily. “Should we stay here?” Diego wants to know. Olivia gnaws on her lower lip but then shakes her head, she can deal with Doi herself. “No, go ahead and thank you again!” she nods and accompanies the boys out of the house. Milo wags his tail contentedly. Olivia strokes him over his head, “We're probably getting another visitor... you can bite him....” Milo looks at her questioningly and Olivia rolls her eyes, “I was joking..... Well, maybe not!” she shrugs her shoulder and puts the dishes away. It's not long before the doorbell rings.

Olivia knows immediately who it is. She opens the door. “Noah!” she nods brittlely. “Let me in!” he growls and pushes past her. Milo growls menacingly, which makes Doi pause. “Yours?” he asks, stunned. “Yes... Milo!” Olivia hisses and stands next to her dog, patting his head to show him that everything is all right. “Since when have you had a dog?” Doi asks in surprise. “Since I moved in!” Olivia nods, ”So you see, I'm protected... your men are still at the door... tomorrow I'll get door and window locks. Nothing can happen to me!” Doi grinds his jaw... “I'd feel more comfortable....” “But not me... I'm not going to your place!” Olivia shakes her head vigorously. “Olivia...” sighs Doi and walks towards her but is stopped by the growling Milo, ”Fuck, can't you put the dog in another room?” “No.....” replies Olivia with a raised eyebrow. “Fine... then don't!” growls Doi, taking a step back from Olivia. “Noah... I want to go to bed slowly... it's been a busy day. Please go now!” Olivia nods. “Then I'll stay here....” grumbles Doi. “Forget it!” hisses Olivia, ”You're leaving!” “Fuck, Olivia, you're the most stubborn wench I've ever met!” hisses Doi. “I've been told THAT before....” Olivia whispers harshly and Doi winces. “Karlsson.....” he mutters. Olivia nods slowly, “Joakim!” her voice trembles as she says his name.

“Olivia... I...” Doi breaks off, knowing he's getting nowhere, “Well... I'll go.....” he swallows. “Yes, please!” Olivia whispers softly. But before he leaves her house, he goes to her, pulls her into his arms and holds her close. Olivia freezes at first, wants to push him away, but then she wraps her arms around his neck and buries her face in the crook of his neck. His cologne slightly numbs her senses. “I want you to be okay....” Doi whispers huskily, kissing the top of her head. “I know...” nods Olivia, allowing herself to snuggle against him, eliciting a soft sigh from Doi. “Olivia, I...” his hands run down her back. “Don't Noah.... Don't break it, please!” Olivia whispers pleadingly and Doi stops, just holding her and closing his eyes, wishing the moment would last.

Joakim feels sick, everything is spinning in his head and he has to put down the scope he's been using to watch Olivia from a distance. He feels so sick that he retches and vomits. Panting and trembling, he then sits down on the floor and stares straight ahead in despair. Damn... Olivia and Doi.... He had suspected it, but didn't want to admit it because it was simply too unbelievable for him... still is.

He notices hot tears forming in the corners of his eyes, breaking their path and running down his cheeks. FUCK... he feels a hot burning and stinging in his chest, his heart feels like it's going to burst into a thousand pieces. Liv.... Damn... why?! He blames himself, he should have gone to her as soon as he felt better. He shouldn't have waited a second longer... but it's too late for that now. Doi has taken her, taken her away from him. Raging anger boils up inside him. He owes Doi a lot, he is well aware of that.... But he can't forgive him for that. Absolutely not. The bastard will pay for this, Joakim swears hatefully. “Do you really want me to leave?” Doi whispers tenderly in Olivia's ear. She breaks away from him and looks at him, nodding, “Yes, you have to go!” she swallows harshly. “Good....” sighs Doi, stroking her cheek lovingly in farewell and leaving her house. Heart pounding, Olivia closes her door, locks it tight and checks all the windows and other doors again. She closes all the blinds and then goes up to her bedroom with Milo, where she sinks down on her bed, exhausted. Damn... what was that again.... She can't see Doi again... at least not for a while... not for a long while! Because it's not just his proximity that irritates her, no, the first thing she has to find out is whether Joakim is really dead or whether he might still be alive. In the unlikely event that this happens, she will find him and then strangle him! And then Doi, Nicholas, Nadja and Alexei, for lying to her and putting her through hell again and again, every single day since his death. The next day, two of Doi's men turn up at Olivia's door. “Yes?” she wants to know with narrowed eyes. “He wants us to completely secure her house!” one of them explains. “Ok.....” nods Olivia, stretching, but lets the two of them in, who immediately get to work and install security bolts and motion detectors all over the house, on the windows and doors, then check the alarm system and the surveillance system, all under the watchful and skeptical eyes of Milo. “All right!” nods one of them a little later and without another word they leave Olivia's house again, who closes the door behind them. She almost realized that her cell phone would buzz shortly afterwards. “Noah...” she sighs as she picks up. “Are the two of them ready?” he wants to know immediately. “Yes, they are!” nods Olivia, ”Thank you!” “Like I said, I want you to be safe! I'll have my men keep an extra eye on everything and if anyone tries to get near you again, they'll intercept the guy first!” growls Doi.

“Hmm,” nods Olivia, who immediately thinks of Joakim again as the man who has been sneaking around her house. “Olivia.... I'm afraid I have to go... how about we meet for dinner later?” suggests Doi. “Uh... bad, I'm on late duty!” Olivia immediately fends him off, ‘Another time!’ she puts him off and quickly hangs up, firstly to stifle the conversation and secondly she has to get ready for her shift. Doi stares at his cell phone in amazement, but he has to go, he can't call her again because his guests have already arrived and are already waiting for him. Doi strides energetically through the corridor of his house, which leads him into the spacious living room. He wants to give the conversation a private character, try to keep it on a friendly level. He can always pull out the big guns later. So he approaches the shorter man in front of him with a smile and gives him a friendly pat on the shoulder, “Folio, long time no see!” “Hmm,” nods Nick Folio, now head of the Italian mafia here, ”But I don't get the feeling this is happening because you were pining for me, Doi!” “Well, no!” Doi laughs and asks him to take a seat. “Drink?” he asks him as he goes to the bar to pour himself a Hennessey. “Hmm, yes, why not!” Folio nods and Doi hands him the glass and pours himself another.

“So, what do you want from me?” Folio sighs after taking a big gulp, ”Or let me guess... Nadja complained!” he grins. “What do you mean complained... you know that I support her, we have an agreement and it's, shall we say, unfavorable if you start invading her territory with your drugs!” Doi looks at him insistently. “Hmm” Folio puts his head to one side, looks at Doi challengingly, ”You know that I'm married to Yelena, Volkov's cousin.....” “That's no secret!” Doi snorts in amusement, ”What are you getting at?” “Well, it does give me a certain entitlement, don't you think?” Folio looks lurkingly at Doi. “No!” he shakes his head, ”Nadja is the head and will remain so! YOU have no claim to anything at all!” “Hmm, I see it a bit differently... and so do some others!” Folio glares at Doi. “Nick... I'm sure you don't want any trouble with Nadja and me.... Because that's what it would come down to!” sighs Doi. “I'd call your bluff.....” nods Folio. “You'd really provoke a conflict? Why? That's stupid, you're already the head of your organization!” shaking his head, Doi looks at Folio. “I'm just ambitious!” Folio laughs and sinks back into the soft couch. “Then don't have such ambitions...” Doi growls and empties his glass, ”Don't let it come to that... it would only mean stress, unnecessary bloodshed.... And at what cost? Your life!” Folio laughs out loud, shaking his head, “Damn, you really think you're dealing with a stupid boy here, don't you?” “If you're acting like one....” growls Doi, draining his glass. Folio looks at Doi with narrowed eyes, “I'm going to get what's coming to me, Nobu!” he declares sternly. “Then this will cost you dearly, very dearly!” hisses Doi, ”I'm warning you one last time. Leave it alone, Folio, retire to your territories with your machinations and leave Nadja alone!” “And if I say no.....” smiles Folio “Like I said.... If your head means so little to you..... your wife's, your family's.......” Doi enumerates. Folio nods slowly, “That's exactly what I expected..... You can't scare me, Nobu, because I have a lot of people behind me, influential people who all have a score to settle with you.....” Doi clenches his jaw, “Cut the childishness!” “God, it's really not childishness!” Folio laughs, puts his empty glass on the marble table in front of him, stands up, ”You'll realize that very soon. Don't bother, I'll find out on my own!” and leaves. Doi stares after him angrily. The next little wanker after Volkov who wants to piss on him, fabulous!

The next few days are uneventful, Olivia pushes ahead with work and overtime to prevent a meeting with Doi. Doi actually has his hands full trying to keep the peace between the organizations, but Folio is now doing everything he can to break it for good. “That fucking asshole! He attacked my couriers and had them killed!” Nadja screams angrily as she paces back and forth in Doi's living room. Nicholas looks at her worriedly, “Querida.... Calm down... it's not good for you!” Doi gives him a suspicious look and it has the exact opposite effect on Nadja, who becomes even more agitated, “Shut the fuck up, I know what's good for me and what's not, you fucking bastard!” Doi and Nicholas both draw in a sharp breath, Doi grinning, Nicholas dismayed. “Fuck... forget it, Nick... I mean, fuck... I'm sorry, but leave me with your advice... I really don't need it right now!” she gasps pale and suddenly runs out of the room. Stunned, Doi looks after her, then turns to his friend, “WHAT the hell is wrong with her? I need her focused and analytical as ever, not so headless....” Nicholas rolls his eyes and sinks into the couch, shrugging his shoulders.

Doi looks at him urgently with narrowed eyes, “You should tell me the truth now, Nicky, I know you too well not to notice if you're trying to hide something from me!” Nicholas looks at Doi fatalistically, shrugs his shoulders again, but can't help grinning. Doi's mouth drops open as he realizes the situation, “No... no, no, no... don't tell me she's pregnant.... God, you fucking bastard... you already have enough brats... now one more and with her of all people??? What do you think will happen when this gets out?” Nicholas shrugs his shoulder again, “We have everything under control, a plan, it will work, nobody else will notice.... Olivia is supporting us medically!” “Olivia... of course... OF COURSE SHE knows!” Doi hisses angrily. “Nobu.... Now listen to me very carefully! Just leave her alone, ok? She doesn't belong to you and never will!” Nicholas explains seriously. “What do you know!” Doi hisses angrily at him, ”There's something between us!” “Maybe, but it's not strong enough, my friend, for her to ever choose you over Karlsson!” growls Nicholas. Doi presses his jaws together angrily.

Nicholas looks at Doi seriously, “Nobu, please, don't come between them. It won't end well for you and you'll lose them anyway!” Doi's gaze flashes briefly to his friend and Nicholas turns pale, “No Nobu!” he growls angrily, “No... you won't harm a hair on Karlsson's head, do you hear me?” “Well, if he should show up here and do stupid things....” hisses Doi. “Stupid things... like getting Olivia? Is that what you mean?” Nicholas wants to know angrily. Doi clenches his jaw again. “FUCK, Nobu, cut the shit!” Nicholas yells at him angrily. “What kind of shit is he supposed to leave?” Nadja wants to know, still pale and slightly shaky as she comes back into the living room. “Nothing....” comes out of the two men's mouths at the same time. Nadja looks at them annoyed, “Really now? Come on, Nick, tell me what's going on here!” “You better tell me what's going on with YOU!” Doi goes into attack mode. Nadja's gaze flits to Nicholas, who prefers to study the carpet under his feet intently. “If you ask me like that, I'm sure you already know!” Nadja hisses at Doi. “OUT THERE... and how do you intend to solve the problem?” hisses Doi. “Ruffilo here will have already explained that to you, won't he?” Nadja hisses back and Nicholas flinches at the mention of just his surname, looking loyally at Nadja, who ignores his gaze. “And I want to know what YOU were talking about!” she growls. “Nothing else!” hisses Doi and at the same time Nicholas replies, ‘Olivia... Olivia and Karlsson, that Nobu should stay out of it!’. Nadja turns pale again, “He's really back, right?” she wants to know. “He probably is.... A guy matching his description has been sneaking around Olivia's house. She's got a security and surveillance system now and my men know to check out anyone acting suspiciously. No matter where!” growls Doi. “You won't hurt him!” hisses Nadja, ”Because otherwise you can forget all the agreements between us!” Astonished, Doi and Nicholas look at Nadja, who shakes her head angrily, “The bastard saved my life, I love him, besides, I wasn't looking for him under all that rubble for YOU to get rid of him now. You can so forget it!” Nicholas laughs quietly to himself, “You heard her Nobu... wise advice my friend, don't mess with a pregnant woman, you can only lose!” “Like I'd have him killed!” growls Doi. “You must have thought about it!” Nadja replies coolly and Doi rolls his eyes, but says nothing more.

When Olivia leaves the hospital that evening, she immediately notices the hairs on the back of her neck stand up again and she looks around. She recognizes Noah's men in her SUV. But that's not it and Olivia knows it. Someone else is watching her too.... But who? She looks around again, her heart pounding. Joakim, if it's you, please, please, show yourself, she pleads in her mind, sliding her thumb on her engagement ring so that it moves back and forth. A gesture she now makes more and more often, especially when she is nervous. Just like she bites her lower lip. OK, she's driving herself completely crazy with the whole thing. She needs certainty and she knows how to get it... the only question is how she can dig up his coffin unnoticed to check... She also has to get rid of her annoying guards. She feverishly thinks about how. Daniel and his friends can certainly be persuaded to help her... only the problem with Doi's men remains... Somehow she has to manage to leave her house unnoticed and then get to the cursed cemetery. As she continues to ponder, lost in thought, she suddenly runs into the street and if strong hands hadn't suddenly grabbed her and pulled her off the road, the car speeding past her would have hit her one hundred percent. Strong arms hold her trembling body pressed against a broad chest and Olivia breathes in a familiar smell, she closes her eyes only to be released the next moment and the warmth, the smell and the familiar feeling disappear instantly. Staggering and irritated, she opens her eyes again, “Joakim....” she gasps and looks around in panic, but can't recognize anyone near her, only Doi's two idiots running towards her.

Stunned and trembling, she brushes her hair back. That WAS Joakim, it must have been him.... It could only have been him. Her body remembers his, so the absence of it triggers pain in her. God... he's alive... he must be alive, that was him, that was definitely him, it races through her head and Olivia feels like she's losing her mind.

“Are you all right?” one of Doi's men wants to know. Olivia nods, “Hmm...” then looks the man in the eye, “Who was that? Who pulled me back?” “Some guy who appeared out of nowhere and just as quickly disappeared back into the back alley he came from!” the man shrugs. “What did he look like....” gulps Olivia. “Phew, just a guy. Tall, dressed in black, probably some bum.... He had a slight limp, a long scar on his face, which you could see at a glance... because his baseball cap was pulled low over his face!” Doi's man describes the guy. “Limped? Scar?” Olivia whispers, frozen, ”His hair... did you see that? His hands?” “No... I don't know, the guy also had his hood pulled over his cap, hands were in cut-off gloves! Why is that so important?” the man wants to know. “Simply because....” gulps Olivia, but says nothing more. God, it's Joakim, it can't be anything else, Olivia is now absolutely certain. His smell, his body, just everything, his touch, even if it was brief, everything in her has remembered. It's him, it's pounding in her head. But why has he disappeared again?

Joakim's heart beats in his throat as he walks through the narrow side streets of the neighborhood, staring down. His hand is shaking again and he has to hold her with his other hand. FUCK, to have been so close to Olivia, to have held her in his arms, even if it was only for a brief moment.... Just everything inside him screams desperately for her. Damn it... he can't leave her to Doi. Never! He's just realized that absolutely. He will fight for her, by any means at his disposal, even if it means killing Doi!

“Olivia, is everything all right?!” Doi's voice almost cracks. “Yes, Noah, everything's fine!” Olivia sighs as she licks the yogurt spoon and closes the fridge door with a kick. Milo looks at her reproachfully. “Damn... what was that earlier?” Doi wants to know. “I was careless, ran into the street and a guy pulled me back, that's all. I'm sure your men have already told you!” she shrugs her shoulders with deliberate indifference. “Yes, absolutely, that's why I'm calling!” growls Doi. “Noah, I'm tired... I'm fine.... Well, I'd like to hang up now!” Olivia explains seriously.

“Olivia... I.... listen, don't you want to come to my place?” Doi asks her. “No, Noah, like I said, I'm fine, I'm safe here... everything's fine!” Olivia explains again, ”Besides, I'm on early duty tomorrow, so.....” “It's fine, but if there's anything, call me!” Doi asks her. “I will... and thanks!” Olivia smiles and quickly hangs up. “Your lover?” Daniel wants to know with a grin. “He'd like that!” Olivia shrugs her shoulders, which makes Daniel grin even bigger. “So, what about... you and your friends, will you help me?” Olivia wants to know seriously. “This is a really weird move, you know that?” Daniel wants to know. “I'm absolutely aware of that!” Olivia explains matter-of-factly, ”But I need to know!” “And there's no other way than to dig up his body?” asks Daniel. “To be absolutely sure... yes!” Olivia nods determinedly, ”I no longer trust my so-called friends. Because if he's alive, and I've been assuming that since today, then they've been lying to me the whole time!” “Him too.... So if he's still alive. Why didn't the guy come to you straight away, I don't understand!” Daniel shrugs his shoulder.

“I don't quite understand that either....” Olivia swallows, thinking about the words of Doi's man.... He was limping and had a long scar on his face.... Is that why? Olivia feels sick to her stomach. God, he survived that damn explosion... with what kind of severe injuries Olivia doesn't really want to imagine, probably took forever to get back on his feet and then doesn't dare come to her? Because of the scars? Physical limitations? God, what an idiot, Olivia thinks to herself angrily, what an absolute idiot! Or was it Noah... Olivia goes cold as ice... did Noah stop him? God, that would really look like him.... Olivia has to sit down. “Hey, are you all right? You look like you're about to keel over!” Daniel puts a worried hand on her shoulder. “Hmm, no, everything's fine!” mumbles Olivia, who has to digest the thought she just had for the first time. Would Noah really? Olivia just can't wrap her head around it, even though she knows how ruthless he can be. How far would he go is the next question that pops into Olivia's head... would he... would he have Joakim eliminated? Now? Now that he's back? Olivia feels sick at the thought.

“Hey, are you going to puke?” Daniel looks at her in horror. “No... just need some fresh air!” gasps Olivia, jumping up and ripping open the porch door, sucking the cold night air into her lungs. FUCK... she needs certainty and she needs it now! Olivia turns back to Daniel, “How quickly can you get everything organized?” she wants to know from him. “Hmm, at least a week... we have to match the times of the night watchman, the routines. We'll get the equipment quickly! I'm sure the boys will be there!” Daniel estimates. “Good, then please take care of it!” growls Olivia determinedly. “Wow.... We really are digging up a corpse!” grins Daniel. “Or whatever it was that I had to bury over two years ago!” Olivia hisses angrily.

Olivia avoids talking to Noah or even seeing him for the next few days. She also makes herself scarce with Nadja, as she first has to be absolutely certain whether Joakim is alive or not. Neither Doi nor Nadja really notice this, as they both have their hands full with the little asshole Folio, as Nadja calls him from now on. Folio seems to have taken it into his head to take over Nadja's territory and sell his drugs in her area. There have already been a few bloody confrontations in the short time that has passed, resulting in some deaths. Nadja is beside herself with rage as Folio becomes increasingly brazen. Even a phone call to Jelena hasn't helped, as this stupid turkey, in Nadja's words, sticks by her fucking husband. Nicholas is more than worried, not only about Nadja and their child, for whom this excitement is certainly not good, but also about the situation as a whole, which could easily escalate completely. To put it mildly, Doi is completely fed up with Folio's takeover activities, as he is now also causing stress in his area. “That little wanker is going too far... he's completely over the top!” rages Doi in Nadja's office, ”He's blown a major drug deal.... Just marched into the building with his fucking henchmen and gunned everyone down.....” “Your security leaves a lot to be desired if he managed to do it so easily!” growls Nicholas, who is also in the office, just like Alexei, who is watching and listening to everything tensely. “I HAVE provided security... My men were taken by surprise like that... and he must have planted an informer... I can't explain it any other way!” he looks angrily at Nadja, ”We should go through everything carefully and take it apart so that we can find those who might be working with Folio.” Nadja nods thoughtfully, “We're poking around in a haystack!” she grumbles, “It could be anyone!” “Jelena... have you talked to her?” Doi wants to know. “I have... not a chance, she's 100% with her husband, the wanker!” growls Nadja and leans back, thinking. “WE would have to smuggle someone into Folio or buy.... How much would that cost us?” she then explains. “Pah, I don't know.... Who are you going to bribe to go against Folio? His men are devoted to him and absolutely loyal... he leads them well, that's the problem... if he was like Kolja... then we'd have a chance, but Folio is too good!” Doi hisses angrily.

“We can't just stand idly by and watch Folio get more and more powerful!” growls Alexei.

“No, certainly not... that's why it's time for a counterattack, even if that means war within the organizations. But there's no other way. Folio has to be put in his place... if he doesn't accept it, he'll just have to die!” Doi declares sternly. “God, why did he have to start this shit.... Didn't give him a break?” Nadja hisses angrily and suddenly contorts her face, turns pale and gasps. Nicholas is immediately at her side, “Querida, what's wrong?” he asks anxiously, placing his hand on her back. “Hmm. I don't think anything else....” she gasps, until she winces in pain again. Doi and Alexei, who have been watching the whole thing, exchange quick glances. “FUCK, are you in pain?!” Nicholas is suddenly beside himself. With tear-filled eyes, Nadja nods and holds her belly, “It stings so strangely!” Nicholas turns white as a sheet, then pulls back the desk chair Nadja is sitting on, reaches under her legs and back and lifts her up. “Nobu... we're going to your clinic!” he says firmly and is already about to leave the room with Nadja in his arms. Nadja has wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest, gritting her teeth to stop herself from crying because she is suddenly terrified of losing her child. Doi and Alexei are immediately at Nicholas' side, Alexei runs ahead to open the doors.

Nicholas puts Nadja in the back seat of Doi's SUV and sits with her. Doi gets into the driver's seat, Alexei into the passenger seat and as soon as the doors are closed, Doi roars off. “Call Olivia!” he growls to Alexei, who immediately pulls out his cell phone and presses Olivia's number. It takes a while for Olivia to pick up. “Alexei?” she calls questioningly. “It's Nadja, she's in stabbing pain... we're on our way to the clinic... Doi's!” he swallows.

“OK... I'll make sure I get out of here... it may take a while....” Olivia explains, startled, ”Can you give it to me?” As Alexei hands the cell phone to Nadja, the SUV is hit first by a blast, then by a deafening noise, and Doi almost wrenched the steering wheel so far that they crashed into parked cars. Cursing, he brings the car back under control and looks in horror in the rear-view mirror. Everyone else looks around too, where they can see a large cloud of smoke and flames. “FUCK... what's blown up?” gasps Alexei in horror. Nicholas wraps his arms tighter around Nadja, a lump in his throat as he searches Doi's gaze. Both men nod grimly at each other. Nadja blinks towards the rear window, “That... was that, was that explosion OUR building?” she whispers in horror.“I suppose so!” growls Doi, who hasn't stopped or driven back, but continues on towards the clinic. His face is contorted with rage. “It could only have been Folio!” grumbles Nicholas, pale with rage, ”God... we'd all be dead now if Nadja hadn't been in pain!” At these words, Nadja clings to Nicholas, who kisses her forehead. In the meantime, Alexei has tried to reach some of the men who were in the building. “No answer,” he whispers hatefully as his cell phone buzzes. Olivia. “FUCK....what was that noise?” she wants to know immediately. Doi takes the cell phone from Alexei's hand, “Probably a bomb. Folio must have had it smuggled into the building...” “God....” gasps Olivia in horror, having to sit down, ”Are you all right?! Are Nadja and Nicholas with you too?” “Yes, we're all here, we're going on to the clinic now! I'll tell my men outside to take you there too. I want you with me.... That you're protected!” Doi explains seriously. “What if this fucking guy has planted more bombs? In your house, your business premises? The clinic?” gasps Olivia. “Hardly possible!” growls Doi, but Olivia's objection has made him uneasy, ”Please Olivia, just do what I asked you to do. Let me bring you here!” “Ok... I'll need a moment, have to take care of a replacement!” she gulps, ”Fine by me then!” “Thanks....” whispers Doi, ‘I can't lose you!’ he then adds before hanging up.

Every pair of eyes in the SUV is focused on Doi, who studiously ignores them. “Nicholas, call Geto, tell him to search my houses, all the factories, everything!” growls Doi, then glances at Nadja, ”You should do the same... who knows....” Nadja turns pale, “Sergei!” she whispers, “We have to warn him!” Alexei is already dialing the number, “Don't worry, I'll take care of everything!” he hisses. “Folio will pay for this, pay dearly!” growls Doi coldly.

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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