#i’m planning on making one of ángel too

[round-hatches-are-terrifying]

the beebo

[bwobgames]

“It's Firefox! Say Hello Firefox!”

Firefox remains loafed

“Hello there little criminal, what evil deeds are you planning today, huh?”

“Don't say that. He's a good citizen, right Ángel?”

“He knows what he did.”

“I thought kitties hated travelling, but he looks pretty cozy in there”

“Ah, he's used to it. When I first adopted him, I felt too bad leaving a little kitten alone while going for a case so…”

“I took him with me!”

“What”

“Ooh I could take my ham-ham in adventures!”

“You took a kitten to your cases?!”

“Not the dangerous ones! I wouldn't put a baby in the middle of a drug bust!”

“Although…”

“Let's stop that train of thought and let's focus on the real train, yeah?”

“Here, I'll give him the sippies. You gave him his sleepy food, right?”

“Yeah, he should be sleeping like a baby the whole ride”

Although… Oliver might've gotten a bit scared over the warnings in the back and miiight have lowered the dose a good bit.

But Mozilla is a good boy! He might wake up a bit earlier, but he’ll behave! For the most part.

How could a little face like that commit crimes? They are judging him for his orangeness. 

Also. They’ll have no proof. He’ll make sure of it.

“We're going back home, buddy! Dad was so mean by not bringing your stroller, right? So so so mean!”

“I am not his father. We are soul bounded creatures”

“And yet, you didn't bring his stroller”

“I'm not going to walk him in this heat!”

“He wanted to, though. I saw his longing looks. He craves adventure, you raised him this way”

“You influenced him to do crime”

“Not to interrupt your parenting discussion, but the others arrived”

And as the prophecy foretold, there they arrived. In all their high-class elegance.

Thankfully, Ángel has been supplying him with quality clothing, so he doesn't feel like he sticks out. Too much. 

“Mari! Nina! It's been too long! Online game nights are just not the same! Have you been okay? Sick?”

“We’ve been alright! Not a single germ got pass Mari!”

“Which also means this is our first real trip in so long. I’m ready to do nothing but sit down and drink everything this thing has to offer”

“Speaking of, how’s my baby. My darling. My sweet child”

“Your company is fine. It aged me 10 years to untangle the strange contracts between you and your father, but it’s better now”

“Ah, that old man. Haunting us from beyond the grave, not surprised”

“I think most of it was yours…”

“How has university life been treating you, Nina?”

“Oh, It’s great! They actually keep quiet during class and don’t throw paint everywhere! They even wash their hands!”

“Wow, the wonders of early adulthood. I’m guessing you haven’t got any lice now?”

“None at all!”

Nina’s ring shines in her finger. For someone who’s not the one who got married, he gets happy seeing it.

It’s… hopeful. In what way he’s not sure.

“You.”

“Hewwo. It’s been a while”

“Why did it take you so long to confirm you were coming? I almost gave away your ticket!”

“Sorryyy I had things to sort through! I’m a busy girlie”

“You are a menace”

“Don’t be mean to her! She has a demanding job”

“Stinky”

“No!”

“Stinky bastard girl”

“No!!!”

“I’ve been waiting. For so long. To continue the campaign. Amaia’s arc is more important than your job”

“Hey!”

“You raise a good point”

Good to know they’re having fun.

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[matchalovertrait]

The day after Caruso posted his video, Dulce responded with one of her own to disprove his false claims about the "stolen" recipes. She brought up her extensive list of culinary experiences and screenshots of everything related to the cookbook when it was in progress. However, the damage had been done. Too many people turned their backs on Dulce. As everything came crashing down, she slowly stopped responding to her family and friends. Of course, everyone was alarmed. You can't just not respond like that out of the blue, especially when you're overseas! Now that Ángel and Esperanza have come to save the day, Dulce is looking to sue Caruso for defamation. I did say to never get into legal trouble with her! This marks the rebirth of Alegría v. Caruso!

Note: I am getting political here. As Election Day in the United States is around the corner, I urge people to fact-check everything. I'm seeing too many people on other social media platforms not doing the proper research. They see a video of one thing and take it as the sole truth. It seems like people have forgotten how to use Google, which is right at our fingertips. Make sure you're looking at reliable sources!

Start from the beginning (Gen 2)

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Transcript:

Dulce: I swear! That better not be him. A lot of people didn’t believe me or they didn’t bother to watch my explanation video. How am I supposed to recover from this?

Ángel: Dulce!

Dulce: Ángel and Esperanza?!

Ángel: Why haven’t you been answering anyone’s phone calls or texts??? It’s been 2 days.

Dulce: My career is over. My numbers are plummeting. People are crossing out my name on my cookbook and writing his name instead. Clients are canceling bookings with me. His crazy fans are giving me fake bad reviews. I’m through.

Esperanza: So what? It hasn’t been that long. Things can pick back up, Dulce. Why don’t you get your chef friends to vouch for you?

Dulce: I don’t want to rope anyone into my mess..

Esperanza: [Sighs] You know what? It’s sad to see you like this. Aren’t you going to plot something?

Dulce: I’ve done enough harm as it is! What do I do??? Sue him??? Oh wait, I already thought of that! I looked into it and no good lawyer wants to take the case. They’d rather represent actual stars like Judith Ward. I need to take this as a sign and finally grow up.

Ángel: C’mon, you know you want to do it.

Dulce: You’re encouraging it...? You don’t want to teach me a valuable life lesson like always?

Ángel: I think you learned your lesson. Make him learn his now.

Esperanza: My dad and Hilary both said they can help you pay for a REALLY good defamation lawyer. I think Hilary was freaking out the most about you not answering.

Ángel: Well, we all kinda were. You had Ama worried sick. But we didn’t file a missing person’s report because your friend came by and saw you well alive through your window.

Dulce: Oh, man. Dani probably got nervous and ran off. She never came to knock on the door.

Ángel: She’s a skittish one, isn’t she?

Dulce: Yeah, I have to apologize to her for not responding to her texts either. She knows about everything, but she might feel like she’s annoying me because I haven’t answered.

Esperanza: Wait, isn’t she a paralegal?

Dulce: Oh my gosh, you’re right! How’d I forget that? She might know someone who can help!

Ángel: Looks like we have a plan, then.

Esperanza: Um, I think part of this plan should be helping you clean up this place. Go put detergent in the washer, Ángel. I’ll get the clothes.

Dulce: My clothes??? Oh, no. They’ve been washed and dried. I just haven’t put them away. The only mess here is in my mind.

[heavenlyraindrops]

♱Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter Twenty Three♱

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter Twenty Three Warnings: profanity, Alastor is an asshole Visit my pinned post to see all other chapters.

♱ In which the purest soul in Heaven falls from grace… for the Devil. ♱

[Chapter Twenty Three]

“He’s planning to what?” 

You stared at Velvette and Valentino in shock. Valentino groaned, readjusting himself into a more comfortable position on the couch. Velvette rolled her eyes.

“What? It’s not really a big deal.”

“It sure fuckin’ is if he’s gonna probably tear down the princesses hotel in the process,” you spluttered. 

“Well, you knew this would happen if Alastor pissed him off again,” Velvette sighed, exasperated. You were almost shaking with frustration at their dismissive behaviour. 

“What did that red… twink even do this time?” No, I need Alastor alive. You shook the thought away. Hah, like Vox’ll kill him anyways. You turned to look outside the large red windows, scratching at your arms. Could he?

“Uh, nothing, Vox just woke up today and was probably on his period or something,” Velvette said, not looking up from her phone. Your eye twitched. 

“There has to be a reason.”

Velvette rolled her eyes, slamming the phone down. “Look, babes, he’ll be fine.”

Your mind flashed to Charlie and Vaggie, Lucifer, even though you didn’t want it to, and unwelcome concern swelled in your chest. “It’s not him I’m worried about.”

Valentino and Velvette both quirked an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything, whether it was out of disinterest or that they were simply too intimidated to ask, watching you pace around the room clawing at your hair, you didn’t know. And weren’t specifically bothered to try and find out. 

“The princesa could probably take care of herself,” Valentino scoffed. “And she has her daddy too, doesn’t she?”

You flinched, then scowled. “Ugh, shut your fat mouth. Your breath smells like all those cocks you suck.” The constant stress had turned your tongue sharp. 

Valentino threw his hands in the air. “Uh, for your information, I’m the one getting sucked,” he retorted, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, so you’re a whore, nice to know.” 

Velvette stood up, sighing as she patted down her hair. “Babes, Val was right. For the uh,” she side eyed him. “First bit. It’s not likely Vox will be able to land a single dent on the princesses little passion project.”

You swallowed your formulating words, retorts, arguments, like pills, using Valentino and Velvette’s logic as the water to make it go down. They were right. But then-

“Well, aren’t you concerned about Vox?”

Velvette shrugged. “He’ll be fine. He’ll realize he’s out of his depth and come crawling back. Or, he doesn’t and we’ll just bail him out. Now sit down and shut up.”

You licked your lips nervously, but didn’t say anything, instead crossing your arms and squeezing into the couch next to Vel. Everything fell quiet.

“But there has to be a reason,” you said finally.

Velvette and Valentino groaned.  

“Listen ángel, Voxxy gets pissed over nothing all the time. Just wait for him to come back soon or go get him if you’re so worried.”

You chewed your lip, worried about running into Lucifer at the hotel, yet- maybe you wanted that. You let out a frustrated groan, grating at the back of your throat. 

“Ugh fuck you,” you muttered to no one in particular as you burrowed your way deeper into the couch cushions. Velvette rolled her eyes and turned back to her phone. 

Ping.

“Oh, lovely.” She rolled her eyes. You stood up.

“What is it? It’s him, isn’t it?”

She pursed her lips. 

“Isn’t it?” 

“I- yeah. Maybe we should go to-“

You were already out the door. 

-

Alastor chuckled, tapping the top of his microphone with a clawed finger. A small buzz emitted from it.

“Why the fuck would you provoke an overlord and bring them to our doorstep?” Vaggie snarled, running her hands through her hair. Charlie looked stricken. Alastor sighed, readjusting his gloves as he peered out through the window.

“Don’t worry, dear, I’ll take care of it,” he snapped, smile strained. Vaggie’s voice grated along his ears- could she be more irritating? 

The TV played on in the background. Your face flashed on the screen, smiling contentedly as you held a phone to your ear. 

Voxtech- it’s angel approved!

You turned to look straight at the camera, and winked, speaking: “Trust us!”

Alastor’s jaw clenched. 

Lucifer stared at your face wordlessly, enraptured for a split second, then turned to Alastor. “He sounded pretty riled up when he, uh-“ he pointed at the screen- “showed up on our fucking TV and started cursing you out!”

Alastor rolled his eyes. “He’ll most likely show up by himself in a fit of anger-“

“What did you say to him?” Charlie groaned.

He flexed his fingers. “It’s not my fault I simply wanted to address his obsession with me. How was I meant to know I’d strike a nerve?” His smile widened. 

Truth be told, he did know it would strike a nerve. He’d lure you to the hotel directly, but had no means of contacting you- he just counted on you showing up as Vox’s backup should things go south for the flatscreen TV. And if that meant slagging Vox using his heartbreak and trauma as a basis, how could he refuse? It was two birds with one stone. 

And as for toying with Vox’s feelings- well. Alastor adjusted his bow tie. Romantic feelings were unfathomable, and therefore, not his problem- especially if they belonged to Vox.

As for his motivations?

He took a single glance at Lucifer’s face, the shadows under his eyes, the lines of stress, the way he longingly looked at your face on the television, and the satisfaction that stirred in the Radio Demon’s chest said more than enough.   Not only that, but if he could use your emotions to his advantage, he could even lay claim to your soul. Imagine the things he could do with an angel by his side, at his beck and call… his mouth watered at just the thought-

“Alastor…” Vaggie’s voice was a low warning.

“What if he’s angry enough to bring [name] along with him?” Charlie wailed, then froze. “What if she smites us?”

Lucifer groaned. “Charlie, [name] isn’t that powerful.” His throat clenched up. “You have me, I’ll just…”

“What? Kill her?” Alastor suggested. Lucifer flinched, hard.

“I’ll kill you first, Bambi,” he hissed. Alastor laughed. 

“Still can’t believe you’d rile up another overlord on purpose,” Vaggie snapped. Alastor rolled his eyes, a dull ache forming in the back of his head. 

“It will be completely fine,” he drawled. “Vox can hardly lay a finger on this place.”

“He better not,” Vaggie spat.

Something crashed outside, accompanied by a shout and then: “Come out, you red fucker!” Causing everyone to look at each other simultaneously. 

“That’s your cue,” Lucifer snapped, flicking his head at the door. Alastor’s lip curled wryly.

He stepped outside.

Vox clutched his arm where he had tripped and fallen, from spontaneously shooting out of a street lamp- charming, sure. Alastor tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. “May I help you?”

“You know what the fuck you did,” Vox snarled. “Sometimes, you bastard, you just take things too far.”

“So what? Everything I said was true. Plus, are three rejections not enough for you to take the hint?” He smirked, tapping his cane on the ground.  

“Rejections from what?” Vox hissed, eyes narrowing. “Stop making it out like I fucking asked you out or something.”

“Oh, but you wanted me, didn’t you?” Alastor taunted. “Shame that disappearing for seven years couldn’t shake you off- you are quite clingy.” Twisted versions of the truth spilled from his lips, woven as quickly as they were spoken. “I wonder how Valentino feels.” He sighed. “Shame he still indulges in all those other… people, despite your obvious attempts to make a true connection- it seems he simply doesn’t want to commit. Although, is it to you specifically, or…?”

“Oh, piss off. Stop stalking my sex life.” Vox’s voice wavered. “And Valentino doesn’t make commitments.”

Alastor snapped his fingers. “So it is that.”

Vox almost short circuited, and without thinking, he threw himself at Alastor, who pulled away before Vox could touch him.

“Oh, you wanna dance?” Vox spat.

Alastor’s shoulders tensed. Vox’s face split into a pissed grin.

“Let’s fucking dance.”

[retrospacejelly]

A Western Vendetta

Pairing: Ex-outlaw!Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary: A look into Miguel’s past, and why he was given the title, El ángel vengador.

Warnings: Angst, Guns, Mentions of the devil’s tango, typical cowboy things, language, death/murder, gore, alcohol

BEFORE YOU READ: This chapter is very dark! It is a huge contrast from the last two chapters so please read with caution!

Part: 2 ½ /?

Part: 1, 2, 2 ½ , 3

Not proofread

A/N: I had this idea brewing for a while, and character AI helped push the plot!  (Thank you Monstera for letting me expand on the plot!)

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Red. Red was all he could see.

“Mamá…? Papá…?”

A young Miguel, only eighteen, had just finished work for some extended family in another town. He was delighted to be back home. 

“Mamá, Papá?!”

He runs through the house, stopping suddenly at the sight before him.

In front of his eyes, the bodies of his parents lay lifeless on the parlor floor. The stench of iron flooded his nose, and his stomach churned. He looked around. Except for a tossed chair, nothing seemed to be out of place.

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Miguel stuck the shovel into the cold dirt, makeshift headstones staring back at him. Reciting a quiet prayer, he turns to make his way back into the house. 

He had walked throughout the house, looking for anything of value that might be missing. 

Nothing.

Money that was kept in his father’s nightstand and safe was untouched. His mother’s jewelry was still organized in her cedar jewelry box; an anniversary gift from his father. 

When he opened her jewelry box, he took her beaded rosary and a copper ring. He smiled sadly at the copper ring. Shoving them into his vest pocket along with some money, he made his way to the parlor.

Whoever had done this was going to pay. Whoever had done this would meet the wrath of Miguel O’Hara. 

Miguel snatched his father’s trusty pistol from its spot on the mantlepiece. As he made his way to the front door, he slipped on his cowboy hat and set off for the town. 

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He first made his way to the saloon, its bright and cheery atmosphere a stark contrast from himself. He quietly made his way to the bar, ordering a whiskey. 

He needed to come up with some sort of plan. He couldn’t just go around asking people if they’d seen any suspicious folk. He didn’t even know who he was looking for.

His thoughts were cut short by the sound of loud, boisterous laughter. Moving his head to the side, he noticed two seemingly drunk men four seats down from him. He shook his head, annoyed.

“...Yea, that bitch squealed like a damn pig, I tell ya! Had it comin’ too.”

Miguel’s attention was piqued.

“Don’t ya…don’t ya think killin’ ‘er was a bit much, though, Butch?” his friend asked.

The man named Butch scowled at his friend. “Hell nah! She made a damn fool ‘outta me when she turned me down at the market. I’m fuckin’,” he hiccups, “Fuckin’ Butch Wyatt. And no one makes a fool ‘outta me!”

Butch slams his glass down. “Planned on jus’ killin’ ‘er and leavin’ the body for ‘er husband to see. But that Bottom-Feeder came home early. Had to kill ‘im too.”

His friend tries to calm Butch down, not wanting to cause a bigger scene. But Miguel had heard. Oh, he heard well. He had to set his now empty glass down so as to not shatter it with his hand.

He watched as they made their way out of the saloon, swaying drunkenly out the doors. They wouldn’t make it far. 

After a couple of minutes, he stood from his seat, placing some coins down by his glass. Nobody seemed to notice as he made his exit.

The street was silent save for the drunken laughter of the two men and Miguel’s heavy footfalls following behind them. 

He watches as they turn into an alleyway, and speeds up his pace. His blood starts to pump faster as he closes in on the two. He slips the gun from its holster and calls out to them. 

“Hey, Bastardos.”

They turn around, their eyes slowly trailing up to his own.

“Whatdya jus’ call me…?” Butch blurts out, reaching for his gun. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Senor,” Miguel answers, his dead eyes trained on Butch. Butch’s friend tugs his arm, a look of dread on his face. “C’mon, now Butch, you don’t know who he is?” he asks.

Butch looks over to his friend. “Am I supposed to know who he is, Casey?”. Casey leans in. “That’s Miguel O’Hara, I’ve seen ‘im doin’ work around town…”.

Butch lets out a laugh. “O’Hara?! Yer’ the bitch’s son?! What? Come ‘ere to seek revenge, boy? It’s two against one, ya know.”

Miguel doesn’t respond.

“Yer’ mother was a fuckin’ whore. When I pointed that gun at ‘er, boy was she-”

“Squealin’ like a pig. Yea, I got that.” 

The sound of a gunshot rings throughout the alley, Butch’s body slumping to the ground. And before he knows it, he aims at Casey and shoots.

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The sun had risen just above the hills, and roosters crowed from their perches. 

The Mayor’s wife was taking her usual morning walk with her mutt, Captain, humming happily to herself. She always awoke before the town to get a peaceful walk in.

She sees something hanging from the square’s stone statue (the statue being her husband of course). The sun blinds her vision of the statue as she squints to get a better look.

She walks closer, bringing her hand to her forehead to shield her eyes from the sun.

And then.

“AAAAAAAH!”

Her shrill scream alerts the homes nearby. She drops Captain’s leash as she covers her mouth, sobs racking her body.

Joshua, the storekeeper’s son is the first to stand by the wife’s side. When he looks at the statue, he retches. 

As more and more townsfolk gather in the square all hell breaks loose. Shouts of fear and surprise fill the air but are soon quieted down as the Mayor makes his way through the crowd.

Looking up, he gasps, horrified.

There, hanging from the Statue’s arm were the mangled corpses of Butch Wyatt and Casey Brown. 

And as Miguel stands at the top of a hill overlooking the town, mounted on a stolen horse, he can’t help but smirk as one of the residents shouts, “El ángel vengador!”

From that day forward, Miguel O'Hara would venture from town to town seeking retribution on other outlaws. Word spread fast of an Avenging Angel making its way throughout the West.

Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for the people of Miguel’s hometown to figure out just who this Avenging Angel was. Word of El ángel vengador’s identity spread even faster and soon wanted posters of Miguel O’Hara were posted on every surface throughout every town.

Some argued that  El ángel vengador was helping towns that were being terrorized by outlaws while others argued that vigilantes had no place to go around killing people. 

As the years passed, Miguel made a realization that killing outlaws wouldn’t bring his parents back and would only make the reward for his head higher. 

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As he sat on the small bed in Y/N’s guest room, fiddling with his mother’s rosary, he thought to himself.

It had been a decade since the end of his murders, and five years more since the death of his parents. Even after all these years, he is still considered a wanted man, although the hunt for him has simmered drastically.

He couldn’t help as a tear escaped his eye, bringing the rosary up to his lips. 

Tomorrow would mark the anniversary of his parents' deaths.

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This was a dark segment! A huge contrast from the previous chapter, I know. There might be some confusion, so here’s some clarification on age:

Miguel is around 33 when he meets Y/N. His parents were murdered 15 years ago, but he quit his murders 10 years ago.

Y/N is around 26. Her ex-husband cheated on her when they were both 21. 

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[thelamentknight]

Ángel and Ellis’ Love Story (Part 3)

The two were given permission to go into Sage Island’s town to go to Belle’s. Ellis stood just outside of the book store, waiting patiently. He came 10 minutes early, like he usually did for things. Ángel came just as the clock hit 3.

“Hola, Cariño~.” Ángel playfully greeted.

Ellis averted his eyes bashfully, his cheeks now rosy. “…Hello, Ángel…” he responded.

Ángel smiled as he grabbed the door and opened it, stepping aside so Ellis could pass through. Ellis quietly thanked him before entering the shop.

The shop had a vintage library feel to it. Shelves upon shelves made of dark mahogany were filled with books, ranging in different genres. Mahogany stairs circled around so customers could navigate through the three floors of the bookshop. The chandeliers had a dim light, making it feel like the sun was setting. The shop was a bit tight, with the many shelves, the mahogany tables stacked with books, and the leather couches and chairs.

Ángel followed Ellis up the third floor, where the Art, Crafts and Writing Supplies were. It was in the back area of the floor, yet it was still decently sized. Thankfully the shop labels what each shelf has, so the two headed to the shelf labeled ‘Notebooks.’ Ángel got a hold of the sliding ladder nearby and climbed up the ladder to look at the notebooks higher up. Ellis looked at the ones below. Ellis picked up 2 notebooks that caught his eye. Perfect for journaling.

Ellis went over to the next shelf that had stationary supplies. He needed more ink and pens. As he looked through the pens and quills and bottles of ink, he’d glance over at Ángel. The Scarabia student was humming to himself, with 3 notebooks in hand as he proceeded to grab a sketchbook. At some point he got down the ladder to waltz over to a table with other stationary supplies, still humming to himself. Ellis had longed grabbed all he wanted before Ángel finished.

“I would love to stay more,” explained Ángel, “But our Dorm Leader announced today that there will be a banquet tonight. I gotta go to help.”

Ellis listened to him as they walked down the stairs. Scarabia’s new Dorm Leader, Kalim Al-Asim, was known for throwing spontaneous parties, to the dismay of the Vice Dorm Leader, Jamil Viper. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for Jamil and the students to rush to prepare the parties in under a day.

“Our Dorm Leader is a good fellow, but…” Ángel took in a sigh “It’s hard to prepare banquets all the time in under a day.”

Ellis frowned. Ángel kept on his charming smile, but he noticed how it seemed like Ángel was trying to hide a bit of stress.

“…You should tell him to plan the parties ahead of time…“ Ellis quietly spoke. He hadn’t seen the Scarabia Dorm Leader, but how Ángel talked about him, he seemed like a genuinely good guy, just…a bit oblivious, is all. Ángel gave him a smile.

“Our Vice Dorm Leader has tried telling him, but…well, our Dorm Leader gets too excited to listen…” the Scarabia student explained. He sighed and straightened up a bit. “But, I did enjoy coming here, muñequito. I’ll be sure to come here more often…” Ángel smirked, a playful glint in his eyes “Especially if it’s with you~.”

Ellis face flushed, but he couldn’t help the small smile. The two made it to the reception counter to pay for their things. The cashier then gave the boys their items in elegant brown bags and wished them a good day. The boys wished the same for her as they left the shop.

“By the way…” Ángel spoke up “I can get you some food from the banquet, if you’d like.”

Ellis blinked. “…R-really…?”

Ángel nodded “Really. Though, are there any food preferences or allergies I should know of?”

“I’m not allergic to any foods, but I…don’t like spicy food.” Ellis replied.

Ángel made a hum. “What about desserts or sweets? The Vice Dorm Leader makes some delicious desserts.”

Ellis nodded. Dessert does sound good. He’ll think of a way to pay Ángel back.

“Alright then, I’ll get some dessert for you. Consider it a thank you for taking me here, snow angel~.”

Ellis smiled again. He really liked what he had with Ángel.

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[lieutenant-amuel]

Boop.

Okay, I love Tumblr and I love boops so I decided to write something very silly since this is the first thing that hit my head when I woke up in the morning.

Summary: Ángel celebrates the Day of Laughter in Avalor and spreads the spirit of its main tradition all across the kingdom.

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Today was the first day of April. Just a normal day, no special from others, as the majority of Avalorans would say.

But not Ángel.

As soon as the sun rays touched Ángel’s face through the window, his face was lit up with a mischievous smile. He threw away the blanket and tiptoed to Nube who was sleeping next to his desk. He snickered upon looking at his dog’s peaceful muzzle and reached out his hand to his nose, playfully tapping the tip.

“Boop!” Ángel exclaimed, and Nube shook his head, looking at his owner narrow-eyed. “Today is the day!”

Ángel hugged Nube and left the room, jumping on the stair railing and swiftly sliding down straight to the first floor as his cheerful shouts Woohoo! Today is the day! were spreading all across his house. He landed on the carpet in the living room and rushed to the kitchen where his father was already preparing breakfast.

“I see you’re in a good mood today, Ángel.”

Señor Suarez and Ángel embraced each other and booped each other’s noses at the same time.

“Boop!”

They both laughed, and Señor Suarez put the plates on the table to start eating.

“Today is the happiest day in the year, I’m so excited!” Ángel mumbled with his mouth full and spread his arms, nearly dropping a meatball from the fork. “I’m gonna boop everyone today, even the strangers, this is the day when everyone needs to smile!”

Ángel devoured his breakfast, got ready for school, and left the house. Señor Garcia waited for him to get him to school, and Ángel greeted him with a playful boop.

“Three boops so far!” Ángel laughed, and Señor Garcia looked at him with a gentle smile.

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At school, as Ángel planned, he booped everyone he met on his way.

Younger students. Each of them giggled at this sign of affection and booped Ángel back, even if not everyone understood this tradition.

Older students. They were either irritated or delighted by Ángel and gladly booped him back.

His classmates and closest friends. Everyone. But he wasn’t done yet since he had even more ambitious plans today.

Gabriel was sitting at the desk, and as soon as Ángel noticed him, he knew who was going to be his next target.

“Boop!” Ángel laughed, and Gabriel frowned, looking at the bridge of his nose.

“I should have expected that,” Gabriel chuckled, and booped Ángel back. “I see you’re still following this tradition.”

“Of course I am! And today I’m gonna raise the bar.” Ángel showed the paper on which a few names were listed. “Today I’m gonna boop our teachers too!”

Gabriel looked through the list and pursed his lips. “Are you sure this is a good idea? I don’t think they’ll understand you.”

“There’s just one way to find out! Oh Señor Cortez!” Ángel approached the math teacher and dropped his notebook on the floor. “Oopsie daisy, I’m so clumsy!”

Ángel stared at confused Señor Cortez and awkwardly dropped and raised his eyes, waiting for his teacher to pick up the notebook. Upon hearing Gabriel’s wheezing laughter, ringing behind his back, he realized that his scheme had failed and picked up the notebook himself.

“Excuse me.”

Ángel came back to his desk and slapped Gabriel's shoulder to make him stop laughing, but his friend kept wheezing.

“What was that?” Gabriel choked, putting his hand over his chest, and wiped away the tear of joy.

Ángel wasn’t going to explain what his plan was since Gabriel wouldn't even listen to him. His answer would drown in his hysterical laughter.

***

After the class Ángel wasn’t going to give up on booping his teachers. He didn’t succeed first time, but he was sure he’d get lucky next time. He was moving along the corridor, turning his head from one side to another in search for his next “victim.” Finally he noticed Señor Álvarez and quickly ran up to him, dropping his notebook on the floor next to his teacher’s feet.

“Oh sorry, Señor Álvarez! I'm so clumsy.”

They both knelt down, and Señor Álvarez picked up the notebook. He was going to hand it to Ángel, but suddenly he felt how he tapped his nose.

“Boop!”

Ángel laughed and abruptly broke off when he noticed his teacher’s confused face.

Maybe Gabriel was right and it wasn’t a good idea after all...

Señor Álvarez chuckled and handed the notebook to him, booping him back.

“Boop. Happy Day of Laughter to you too, Ángel.” Señor Álvarez smiled and was going to leave but Ángel stopped him.

“Wait! Do you know this tradition too?”

Señor Álvarez nodded. “I remember when I was a kid, I always followed this tradition on the first day of April and booped my school friends. Not all of them were amused, but I'm sure they actually enjoyed it.”

Ángel laughed and looked at Señor Álvarez as his teacher wasn’t done with his story yet.

“My mother told me about this tradition. I studied in the boarding school so we never got a chance to follow it together. However, we decided to exchange letters on this day. There was nothing but the word ‘boop’ written on them, and every year it brought us so much joy.”

A soft smile shone on Ángel’s face, and slowly his smile turned into a sad one.

“It was my mom who told me about this tradition too. We loved celebrating the Day of Laughter together. She’s always been so funny.” Ángel’s voice quieted down, and after a while he continued, “And actually you gave me a great idea! Thank you, Señor Álvarez!”

Señor Álvarez smiled, and Ángel waved him goodbye. He quickly entered the classroom and took his seat to start writing a letter. He fiddled with a pen in his hand and wrote just one word boop. Ángel put the letter into an envelope and fidgeted on his chair as he was already excited for the moment he would take it to the post office.

Ángel smiled upon looking at the letter and whispered, tapping on the paper with his finger.

Boop. Happy Day of Laughter, Mamá.

[lilacyennefer]

The Cinnamon Series — Peace

Chapter 3

A/N: I thought I wouldn't make you guys wait for long after the previous chapter's cliffhanger, so here it is! Enjoy ^.^ Feedback is much appreciated <3

WARNING: insecurities, that's all I think

The next morning Angel didn’t show up to help you with the shop, but honestly you weren't expecting him after how he stormed away from you last night. 

It hurt, because you truly liked Angel, maybe even loved him, but you were so terrified of him breaking your heart that you had a hard time letting him close to you. 

A few hours passed when you heard the familiar roaring of a motorcycle, Angel’s motorcycle. 

“I wasn't expecting to see you.” You say as he steps into the shop.

“I know.” Angel nods. He looks around, anywhere but at you as he slips his hands in the back pocket of his jeans. “I came to say goodbye.”

“What??” You ask loudly, panic suddenly rushing over you. “Angel, if this is about last night I can tell…”

“No, it’s club business.” He finally looks at you. “We are going on a run, I don’t know how long it will take.”

“Okay.” You whisper.

Angel nods again “Take care, querida.” 

You watch him walk out of the shop, surprising even yourself, you yelled his name, stopping him in his tracks. You run after him, stopping in front of him.

“Can we talk when you get back? Please?” You ask hopefully, wanting to clear things with him. You’re honestly grateful that he’ll be away for a few days so you have the time to think. 

“Do we have anything to talk about?” He asks bitterly. 

“Yes. We have a lot to talk about.” 

“Alright.” 

“Please, be careful.” You tell him softly, placing your hand gently on his cheek. “You’re more important to me than you think.” You whisper. 

Angel’s hard eyes softened from your words, you can see his softness come back. 

He leans down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, the feeling of his lips on your skin makes your pulse rise rapidly. He lingered for a moment, then pulled away. 

You watched him hop on his bike, then drive away. 

“So, what’s exactly the problem?” Zoë, your sister asks as she sits down in front of you on your bed. 

You’re having a sleepover while Angel is away, asking Zoë for some help. You needed to talk to someone, and she always gave good advices. 

“You know exactly what’s the problem.” You sigh loudly.

“Okay, you want me to be honest with you?” You nod, signaling her to continue. “You always tell us that if we have a problem, like us in our friendship, then we have to talk, and not bottle emotions up. So what’s stopping you from doing this now? With Angel?”

You always believed in talking about your problems with each other, rather than keeping things until you gathered too much and you exploded, and started yelling. 

“I haven't known him for that long…”

“But how do you feel about him?”

You let out a loud sigh again “Good. He’s a good person. With a lot of insecurities that I could see already.”

“Does he seem like the person who would bail on you if you’d tell him?” 

You stop for a long time to think about Zoë’s question.

“Why do you have to ask such difficult questions???” 

“Because you asked me to help.”

You stay silent again, before asking the thing you fear the most.

“Do you think it’s better to lose him for the truth than keep him with lies?”

“That’s a question that you have to answer.”

Four days passed since Angel left, and four days passed since your sister tried to help you with this situation. You don’t know how much time you’ve left to think, how long it will take for Angel to come back to town. 

You were exhausted today, it’s been a long day renovating your soon-to-be bakery, so when you get home all you want to do is take a long, relaxing bath. You were sitting in the bathtub, the warm, vanilla scented water relaxed your muscles, and the sweet scent caressed your soul. Your head was laid back on the edge of the bathtub when your phone started ringing, making you snap out from your thoughts. You wipe your hand in the towel resting on the small chair next to the bathtub, the one you put there so you have something to put your phone on. You’re surprised to see Angel’s name on the screen, before you answer the phone you take a deep breath to calm your rapidly beating heart.

“Hey.” you say.

“Hi.” Angel sighs “I’m not supposed to call you, we’re not allowed to be on the phone when we’re on a run…” he trails off “...but I missed you.”

Even in the heat of the bathroom, you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks from his words.

“I missed you too.” you whisper sweetly. “I’m glad to hear from you. Knowing that you’re alive.”

“You keep me alive.” Angel says, there’s no hint of flirting in his voice, only honesty “Knowing that you’re waiting for me.”

“How long until you’re back?”

“Three more days.”

“Okay, I think I can do three more days.” Angel could clearly hear your smile from the other end of the phone, but before he could reply you heard his name being called.

“I gotta go, querida.” Angel sighs.

“Take care, Ángel.”

“Buenos noches, querida.”

Three days passed quickly, since you were busy with the shop and you exhausted yourself every day. 

Despite your conversation on the phone, you were nervous to see Angel again, and nervous to have the conversation with him. You were extremely fond of him, even if you only knew him for a few weeks. 

You’ve done a lot in the bakery in the past week, the walls were painted and dried, there was a new floor now, so you slowly started doing the decorations. Since the neon lights with your logo have arrived, you decided to do that first. The pink neon light with the word ‘El Paraíso’ was situated in the middle of the thin ring made of metal that you plan to decorate with fake flowers. 

“El Paraíso.” A loud voice snaps you out from your work “Fits you perfectly, mi dulce.” The words make you look up at Angel, who was smiling down at you, an adoring expression on his face as he looks at you work. 

“Ángel!” You jump up from the floor where you’ve been sitting, rushing to the biker so you could jump into his arms, hugging him tightly as you wrap your legs around his waist, and arms around his neck. 

Angel welcomes you with his arms open, burying his face in your neck to inhale your scent when you land in his arms. You’re not sure how long you enjoy each other’s warmth before you pull away from him, making Angel slowly let you back down on the floor. 

Awkward silence suddenly filled the air around you, neither of you are sure what to tell after how you parted a week ago. 

“Are you hungry?” You ask, trying to break the silence. Food was always a good peace offering. 

“Angel shakes his head “Not right now.” 

You swallow hard “I guess you want to talk then.” You say as you wrap your arms around yourself, a gesture of protection that you always do when you’re nervous. 

“I need to know.” Angel replies, nervousness is clear in his voice and demeanour as he shifts his weight from one leg to his other. “I need to know why.” 

You looked down on the floor, taking a few deep breaths as you try to make yourself explain everything to Angel. 

“I’m afraid.” You admit “I’m afraid that you’ll leave me when I tell you the truth.” You still avoid eye contact with him “But I guess losing you for the truth is better than keeping you with a lie.” 

“I promise I won’t run away.” Angel assures you, his voice is soft. 

You close your eyes and mutter “I have never been with a man before.” You wrinkle your nose as you wait for Angel’s reaction.

“THAT’S IT?” He asks loudly, making you open your eyes and look up at him.

“Well…yeah…” 

Angel wipes his face with his hand “Oh thank god.” 

“What?” You ask him confused, dropping your arms.

“I thought it’s some more serious shit!”

“Well, it is!”

“Do you really think that I’d run away just because you’re a virgin? What kind of asshole do you think I am?”

“I’m not a virgin! I just said I haven’t been with a man before. Besides, men have run away before when I told them this!” You state as you slowly start to relax.

“They’re piece of shits who never deserved you.” Angel states, stepping closer to you “But I’m not like them! I understand why you were afraid, but you’re safe with me, I promise you that.”

Angel’s words moved you, bringing tears into your eyes that you quickly blink away. It had happened before that you told men that you’re not experienced, and they laughed at you, or ran away from you. This is the very reason why you were terrified of telling Angel the truth. 

“Thank you.” you sniff, leaning your head on Angel’s chest, the biker automatically wrapping his arms around you.

“So, you have experience with women then?” Angel teases, you can hear the smirk in his voice. 

You shake your head, slightly smiling “Don’t start, Reyes.” 

Angel playfully shrugs, he’s clearly toying with the idea of you with another woman “Hey, if you want to share some details…”

“Stop!” You laugh, feeling relieved that Angel is still here, and he’s back to his usual self. 

“Are we good, querida?” Angel asks suddenly, his voice is more serious than it was before. 

“We are good, Angel.” You look up at him.

“So, will you finally come on a date with me?” The Mayan asks hopefully, his eyes are tinkling now from the happiness. 

But your answer was interrupted by two men who you haven’t seen before, but Angel certainly did, based on his expression. The sudden interruption makes you pull away from Angel, to both of your displeasures. 

“We wanted to see for who you’re ignoring us.” One of them says. Both men were heavily tattooed, and wore the same vest as Angel, so you figured they were from the MC.

“I’m not ignoring you!” Angel says annoyed, clearly upset that you were interrupted.

“Then should we say we are to see who you couldn’t shut up about?” The bigger man teases Angel, looking at you. The sudden attention makes you blush, then quickly look at the ground as you, not noticeably, took a step away from Angel. 

“Shut the fuck up!” Angel hisses at the two Mayan, making them laugh.

“Aren’t you gonna introduce us?” The skinnier, tattooed man asks, making Angel turn towards you again.

“Y/N, these annoying assholes are Coco, and Gilly, my brothers.” Angel introduces the men to you.

“Assholes, this is Y/N, I’ve been helping her in the past few weeks.” 

You shook both men’s hands, for your biggest surprise, they welcomed you warmly into their lives. 

“Just wanted to tease you, we leave you two lovebirds alone.” Coco says as he steps out from the shop, leaving you alone with Angel.

“I’m sorry about that.” Angel apologies.

“It’s okay.” You laugh. “They can be a bit too much, I guess.” 

“You have no idea!” Angel agrees.

Both of you stay silent for a few seconds before you speak again.

“It’s a yes, by the way.” 

Angel inhales sharply, then letting out the air loudly through his nose, feeling relieved from your response.

“You won’t regret it, I promise.” Angel shakes his head, like he can’t believe that you finally agreed to go on a date with him. He steps closer to you, wrapping his left arm around your hips, pulling you closer to himself as he places a kiss on your forehead.

“Please don’t break my heart.” You whisper loud enough so Angel will hear it.

“I promise I’ll keep your heart safe, mi dulce. I won’t fuck this up.” 

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[soyunaagente]

Dating Miguel Ángel Felix Gallardo would include

Well, you have defeated me in the end 😂 Here it is. This is my first attempt at writing anything like this so hopefully it isn’t too bad lol. 

Obviously I’m not trying to glorify these people or anything they stand for! This is solely based on Narcos Mexico :) This is only for entertainment purposes. 

My DM’s and ask box are always open! 

Miguel would need someone to be his rock- someone to ground him 

I can’t- you’re the one to bring him back down to earth after he spends the day dealing with business. Running your hands along his arms as he watches your small smile. Relieved he’s home safe. 

You know he’s had a long day when he just wordlessly wraps his hands around you, burrowing his face in your hair or shoulder. Inhaling to smell your perfume. It calms him 

Hand Holding is a thing- you can’t tell me otherwise. 

The way he gives your hand little squeezes throughout the day- whether it be just for a walk, at a dinner or a meeting. 

It reassures him when your fingers entwine with his. The warmth of your hand against his just- his rock 

When you're sitting on the couch watching a movie, just holding his hand. Every so often he’ll raise your hand and give it a kiss. 

You’re ALWAYS there to listen to him, and offer advice when needed. It was the first thing he noticed about you. A heart of pure gold. 

He melts inside when he sees the look in your eyes as he talks about his day- you care- 

The reassuring smile you give him when he talks about a problem he’s having. His heart just feels lighter. 

We know miguel is extra when it comes to special occasions. Let’s not get started on your birthday. 

From the moment you wake up the celebrations have begun. Breakfast in bed obviously. Beside the stack of pancakes is a little blue box- containing the most beautiful sapphire earrings you’ve ever seen. You begin to protest as to the cost. 

‘Pues mija, Puedes tener lo que quieras.’ 

The party he has planned- the Times Square NYE party is nothing compared to it. The poshest hotel in Mexico, the who’s who on the guest list. I’m talking Champagne Moët & Chandon is flowing. 

The classical music band plays all your favourites in a slow tempo. 

Giving Miguel an excuse to take you for a slow dance.You resting your head on his chest, his chin on the top of your head. Fingers entwined. Just keeping in time with the music.  

‘Tu eres mi mundo. Feliz cumpleanos.’ 

His heart swells with pride when he sees you doing something you love- whether it be a hobby, a job or just something that relaxes you. 

The looks of pure admiration he gives you. It gives him a break from the harsh realities of his life, just absentmindedly looking at whatever passion project you’re dreaming up. 

I get such a vibe that Miguel lovES Christmas. It’s a secret you’re sworn not to tell anyone but his favourite activity is decorating the tree. Just him sanding back proudly looking at the perfectly placed decorations. 

He’s so one for putting up the tree in the second week in November. 

You didn’t hear this from me but he also makes the best gingerbread cookies. You yell at him for all the extra sugar you’re eating. 

But he just laughs and tells you that it’s not actually possible to make you any sweeter but he won’t give up trying. 

He’s not one for PDA- especially when he’s doing anything for business. But he’ll never protest to your reassuring touch on  the small of his back- or his inner thigh when he’s sitting down. 

The ‘ten cuidado’ you say before he walks out the front door. 

He just looks back, heart melting. ‘Siempre mi amor’. 

We all know the gifts he gives you are extra as HeLl. Nevermind the above earrings. 

He has a thing for giving you jewelry. Like necklaces, rings, nothing compares to the engagement ring. Kim Kardashian’s looks like a fake compared to this rock. It honestly takes you hours to stop looking at it after he proposes. 

For every event you have precious stones to match your dress. Miguel’s face shows nothing but pride everytime he sees you wearing the stones he bought you. 

It’s not only jewelry. He has a memory better than an elephants’. You said one day you mention your favourite shoe designer in passing. Well expect a pair of shoes in your favourite colour from that designer soon after. 

He forgets NOTHING. Even the little things, they always stay with him. 

Your safety is priority number one. When he’s not there you’re surrounded only by the people he trusts. 

And has threatened seventeen thousand times. 

He literally has two people there whose only job it is to get you what you want. Ice-Cream? They’re gone to the shop and back in minutes, Swim? They have your costume in your hands before you can even stand. 

Speaking of Miguel remembering things- your dates always mean something to him. 

Seems as he isn’t always around he likes to make the time you do spend together all that more special. The restaurant where he first took you, the place you met. You’re favourite café. All places he takes you any chance he gets. 

Don’t get me started on the walks. I just know Miguel loves a long walk to clear his head. You and him, holding hands. Just a comfortable silence and the reassuring squeeze you give him. 

He’s always one for taking you out to dinner. His favourite place is a French style restaurant in the inner city. (Was there one in Mexico back then? There is now) 

Wine, food and just a flute of champers to top it off. His ideal night with you, away from reality. 

Miguel also loves hearing your voice. Another way you bring him back down to earth. 

He could just listen to you talk all day. It just gives him a break from the bullshit he deals with all day everyday. Listening to you ramble about, well, just about anything really. 

He always, always, wears the chain you gave him. He never leaves the house without it, 

‘Me matiene a salvo’ he tells literally anyone that looks at it. 

When you’re not with him, he runs his fingers along the cool metal anytime he needs reassurance. Just thinking of you. 

The one thing Miguelito can never fathom is why you have stuck by him. Through it all, his late nights, the business trips you don’t go on. How he relies on you. 

You try to remind him every day when he comes back. He can only chuckle and wonder if he was a saint in a past life. It’s the only explanation for how he landed someone like you. 

Listen just- you being the thing that keeps him, well, him. You’re just his rock. 

Overall its a relationship filled with love, respect and admiration Just a couple filled with class. 

[rexsjaigeyes]

Wearing Only This

Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo x female reader | NSFW, 18+

Words: 2,328

Warnings: getting caught masturbating, unprotected sex, Miguel’s semi-submissive

A/N: Based on a section of my NSFW abc for Miguel. Thank you to @just-a-fan-i-guess​ for checking my Spanish!

Miguel had been gone all day, which wasn’t out of the ordinary. What was out of the ordinary was that you had been a damn mess since he left; you craved his touch from the second he left your bed, and the ache between your legs was relentless all day long. The hours always felt like they were passing slowly whenever you had to wait for Miguel to come home from work, but this time it felt like torture.

Several moments throughout the day, you had debated taking matters into your own hands, but you knew he wouldn’t appreciate it if you had fun without him. Miguel preferred if you waited for him before touching yourself, but you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold out. Staring at the clock in frustration, you muttered a curse under your breath before getting comfortable in bed and pulling off your clothes. You convinced yourself that it would be over before Miguel gets home, and what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Slipping out of your underwear, you sighed and traced your body with your fingertips the way Miguel would if he was there. Normally, you would have spent more time on the foreplay, but you were too riled up for that so you quickly slid your hands down to your pussy. You could tell that your body was more than ready for release. You were already soaking wet, but something didn’t feel right.

Groaning, you realized that your own hands just weren’t doing the trick. You craved the feeling of Miguel’s weight on top of you, the warmth that radiates from his body when he touches you. You missed the feeling of his hands all over you and the way his hot mouth feels when he worships every inch of your skin.

Sighing in exasperation, you stopped touching yourself and thought of how you could make the experience better. You just needed relief and then you’d be able to relax, but you had to try something different. Weighing your options, your gaze landed on the large closet that held all of Miguel’s fancy suits.

Sheepishly, you walked over to the closet and ruffled through his clothes. You felt a little embarrassed about your plan, but you were too horny to convince yourself that it was a bad idea. You smiled to yourself when your eyes landed on his dark blue suit; it was one of your favorites because you loved how the color looked on him. Carefully, you took the jacket off the hanger before slipping it over your naked body and scurrying back to bed.

You giggled to yourself, shivering slightly from the silk lining of his jacket cooling your heated body. Laying back on the mattress, you sighed, feeling much closer to him now even though he wasn’t really there. You slid your hands down your body and closed your eyes, imagining he was with you. The way it enveloped your body reminded you of how safe you feel when he holds you. The warmth from the jacket morphed into the heat of his naked body, and the faint smell of his cologne on the soft fabric invaded your senses. Now it was much easier for you to imagine he was on top of you, touching you and tickling your skin in the places where his jacket brushed against your body.

Your mind wandered and the pleasure steadily built in the pit of your stomach. You continued touching yourself, getting so carried away that you didn’t hear Miguel enter the house or call out for you before reaching the bedroom door. Your fingers were pushed deep inside your pussy and you were already so close to the edge, but his voice cut through the sound of your loud moans and quickly snapped you out of your daze. You jolted at the sound of your name, and you were greeted with a very exhausted but amused Miguel.

His hair was a mess; the normally perfect, slicked back strands had all fallen out of their place as if he had run his hands through his hair too many times. His shirt was untucked from his pants and his jacket was slung over his shoulders. He must have had a rough day, but now he looked at you with a smirk as if this was exactly how he wanted to be greeted all along.

“No podías esperarme, ¿eh?” He chuckled, and you blushed before trying to come up with an excuse.

You couldn’t wait for me, huh?

You gaped at him, unable to find a way to explain why you were currently sweating through his expensive suit jacket. Tripping over your words, you mumbled a soft apology before sitting up on the bed and attempting to cover yourself. You were expecting him to yell at you or look mad about the situation, but Miguel just grinned and entered the room fully. You watched him with wide eyes, unsure what to say, so you just waited for his next move.

He walked into the closet and discarded the jacket that he had been wearing before lazily making his way to the bed. Miguel kept his eyes on you as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly, causing the act to look far too erotic for your sexually frustrated brain. He kept his shirt on his shoulders, only exposing the white undershirt instead of his bare skin. You watched his hands intently as they moved down his body to unbuckle his belt before throwing it aside.

Blushing, you moved to take off the jacket you were wearing, but he sat beside you on the bed and whispered, “No, mantén la chaqueta puesta.”

No, keep it on.

You gasped silently, not expecting the turn of events, but his simple phrase caused heat to pool in the pit of your stomach. He brought a hand to your chin and lifted your head so that your gaze landed on his dark eyes. No matter how tired he looked, you could still recognize the desire on his face.

He smiled and caressed your face, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb. “¿En serio me extrañaste tanto, cariño?”

Did you really miss me that much, darling?

You nodded shyly and leaned into his touch, grateful that he was finally home to give you what you craved so badly. You thought he was going to kiss you with the way that his thumb brushed against your lips, but instead you saw his eyes flicker down to your chest. He slid his hand down your neck, his pointer finger tracing invisible patterns on your collarbone before gliding down the lapel of his jacket.

Looking up at you for a second, he silently asked for your permission before pushing the jacket open so that he had better access to your breasts. Your breath hitched when he exposed one nipple to the cool air, but Miguel was quick to replace the cold with his warm hand. Continuing his feather-light touches, he circled your nipple with one finger, taking his time to tease you.

His touch was gentle and lazy, a stark contrast from how handsy he normally gets after a long day. This time, something seemed to have put him in a trance. He was mesmerized by the way you looked in his jacket, his hand slowly moving further underneath the lapel so that he could wrap his entire hand over the swell of your breast and massage it. You moaned when the rough pad of his thumb made contact with your hardened nipple. Miguel always loved paying special attention to your tits, and his hands felt perfect over your soft skin.

“Ven aquí,” he whispered and pulled you closer to him so that he could kiss you.

Come here

Leaning forward, you parted your lips and weaved your fingers in his hair as he kissed you deeply. He continued playing with your breasts, causing you to moan into the kiss and tug on his hair. A few seconds passed before Miguel pulled away, leaving you to pant heavily as he peppered kisses down your neck. He pecked the swell of one breast before latching his mouth around your nipple. You moaned and balled your fists in his hair as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive bud. He tugged on the lapel of his jacket to keep you in place as you squirmed from his touch.

“Hm, tuve un día duro,” he mumbled against your skin. He pulled away from your chest and laid down on the bed before tugging on the jacket again. “Necesito que seas la que tenga el control esta vez,” he whispered so softly that for a second, you thought you imagined it.

I had a rough day. I need you to be the one in control this time.

You raised your brows in surprise but another tug from him brought you back to reality and you rolled over so that you could straddle him. It was different seeing him beneath you like this; you felt a rush of excitement at the sight of such a powerful man underneath you. You rolled your hips, enjoying the way the rough fabric of his pants felt against your exposed pussy. Miguel groaned in response, and you could feel how hard he was inside his pants. Desperate to feel more of him, you fumbled with the zipper so that you could pull his length out.

He chuckled, gripping your waist and joking, “Tómate tu tiempo, no me iré a ninguna parte.”

Take your time, I’m not going anywhere.

You nodded silently and slowed your movements, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment. He rubbed soothing circles on your hips with his thumbs, watching you intently as you took his cock out of his pants. Miguel hissed softly when you cautiously pumped him once, testing the waters. He clenched his jaw but waited for your next move; you were shocked at how he was actually letting you take the lead, but it was a pleasant surprise.

Gaining confidence now, you stroked him again before grazing your thumb against the tip of his cock. He was already so slick with arousal, and the sight made your body ache for him. You were impatient, and Miguel’s eyes were closed in bliss, so you lifted your hips and lined up your entrance before sinking onto his cock. You felt his nails dig into your hips and his eyes shot open to meet your face before looking down to see where your bodies met.

He groaned at the sight of you taking every inch until he was all the way inside. His hips jerked slightly, but he waited for you to adjust to his length. You were sure that you’d have bruises on your hips from the way he was gripping you, but the pain felt good and you would wear the bruises proudly. Throwing your head back, you rocked your hips slowly, loving the feeling of how deep he was now that you were on top.

You built up a rhythm, gyrating your hips and holding onto Miguel’s chest for leverage so that you could bounce on his cock. His hands traveled up your body before resting on your tits. He groped them gently and watched them with hooded eyes, enjoying the way they bounced as you fucked yourself on him.

“Te ves tan hermosa,” he moaned, his eyes flickering all over your body and following the curves of his jacket. “Deberías usar mi chaqueta todo el tiempo.” He tugged on the jacket, bringing your torso down so that he could plant a kiss on your lips. “Me recuerda que eres toda mía,” he hummed against your lips possessively.

You look so beautiful. You should wear my jacket all the time. It reminds me that you're all mine.

He let go of you so that you could go back to riding him properly. You picked up the pace, breathing heavily as you felt your orgasm approaching. You looked down at Miguel, giving him a pleading look that you knew he would recognize. He trailed one hand down your body so that he could rub your clit with his thumb, watching your reactions closely to make sure you were enjoying it. You whimpered, your movements getting sloppy now but luckily Miguel was as close as you were.

In a raspy voice, he warned you that he was close, his voice sounding like a low whine and causing your stomach to do flips. You nodded your head frantically, begging him to cum with you. Clenching tightly around him, you gave into your orgasm and shouted his name. The pleasure washed over you as you rocked your hips lazily. Miguel grunted softly before releasing his load deep inside your cunt. You rode your orgasm out, groaning when you felt his cum seep out of you.

Carefully, you slipped out of his jacket and threw it to the side of the room, not wanting to get it any more dirty than it already was. Sighing in bliss, you slowly lifted your hips and tried not to get all riled up again as you pulled yourself off Miguel’s cock. You both made a mess all over his clothes and the bed, but he didn’t care; he smiled and pulled you down to lay on his chest. Miguel stroked your hair and pressed gentle kisses on your forehead, waiting for you to catch your breath. You knew he wouldn’t be staying in bed with you once you calmed down, but you were enjoying resting your head on his chest too much. With each rise and fall, you felt yourself relax, and you could hear his heart beating as quickly as yours. Pulling away reluctantly, you rolled over so that he could get off the bed whenever he was ready.

You pouted and played with one of his hands that was splayed on his chest before asking, “¿Hay alguna manera de convencerte de que te quedes en cama más tiempo hoy?”

Is there any way I can convince you to stay in bed longer today?

He chuckled softly and kissed your forehead again. “Tal vez si me prometes recibirme así todos los días cuando llegue a casa del trabajo,” he joked with a smile.

Maybe if you promise to greet me like this every day when I come home from work.

“¿Eso es todo?” Your smile widened and you wrapped your arms around his waist with no intention of letting him leave the bed now. “Entonces es un trato.”

That’s all? Then it's a deal.

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[kamuput]

Possible relationships of Ángel  dust

Introduction

Hello everyone, you are present in a somewhat hypothetical publication with a lot of speculation. I am not into making posts with fandom content, and I only did it to see who may have the same speculations or be different.

Sorry if I'm not that informed, I did my best to find out from the characters.

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• It is currently known that Angel has not had a formal partner in the series.

• Before the series came out, Angel, if he had a respective partner, was going to do Vaggie at first, but Vivzie decided to change it to be with a guy named Tyco. An Ask was made between Angel and Tyco, which ended up being eliminated by the respective Vivizie.

It is unknown if Tyco will appear in the series or if he was simply eliminated.

Valentino

° It is observed that he has a relationship as a lover and company boss, Valentino only uses Ángel to please himself when he wants to, so far it has not been shown that Ángel does it on his own and is only forced by his boss to bed, so the spider is sexually abused.

• This only causes more difficulty in his life, apart from coping with his addiction, he has to endure the constant abuse of this supposed lover.

• Being a victim of sexual abuse causes the victim to have anxiety, fear and helplessness; the threat to life; the feeling of degradation; and the absolute loss of control.

• The attitudes that Ángel takes in his case of abuse is, it is difficult for him to tell others about his case of abuse because they feel ashamed of it and they begin to feel fear of how other people react, guilt for not having avoided it, compulsive sexual acts and low self-esteem.

° His relationship is TOO toxic, being exploited at work not receiving an acceptable salary and having his own boss steal all his earnings is complete shit, and let's not talk about the abuse, even so, on his instagram account you see:

He acted in a friendly way with Valentino because of the problem he had with Husk, so if Angel feels hurt or in any way rejects his reaction, it is to go with Valentino even knowing that he will feel more screwed up. Ángel desperately seeks the consolation and love of someone who "values" his actions and the only one he can turn to is Valentino, however his best friend is to support him is very different from receiving the affection of a lover or his partner.

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Sir pentious

° Possible candidate to be Angel's boyfriend, now this character choice is more about how Angel can use having a relationship with him, whether it brings him a benefit or not. In general he is a good boy, he is the typical villain who thinks that they are merciless evil but that they are really silly and sweet; In the pilot he is the one who interacts with Angel the longest, he made sexual jokes that he could not understand but part of the snake we see some discomfort about it, so it stands out that Sir Pentious does not see Angel because of his body but more as a kind of "hassle" that can ruin your evil plans as a supervillain. In short, it is your nemesis.

• We have that in Angel's account he is interested in him but more physically, he has commented on some photos on his instagram but part of the snake does not receive any response so Angel's interests are not so strong.

As Sir Pentious considers Angel more like a nemesis, he does not consider him a romantic interest until as little as possible they could have a friendship, or simply a relationship of hate and love. It is not known if the character brings him boys or girls, so it is doubtful if he could connect with Angel.

° If they were to have a romantic relationship with Angel, it would go very well and his lust would be lowered by the fact that Sir Pentious does not understand sexual jokes and would even say sexual advances, it would be a relationship between learning sexually how to satisfy your partner.

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Alastor

° About Alastor, I have not seen much interaction with Angel but part of Angel can be seen that he likes it or likes it in a certain way.

• On Angel's Instagram account you don't see any interaction with Alastor or a photo that he wanted to take of him, as Husk and Niffty tried.

• He clarified that Alastor doesn't like modern things and that is why he doesn't have an Instagram account.

° I had to see some comics of this ship to understand in some way how this couple would work, since it is known that Alastor is asexual even so he can have a partner without having any kind of sexual relationship.

• However, the probability that he has a close friendship, I see it coming, Angel only looks at the sexual thing and almost most of the men who are interested in him are because of his physique, that is why before male parts they are hinted to see who is the one who doesn't treat him just like a piece of meat. Alastor rejected the offer to suck his cock, before that reaction the interest that Angel would have towards him could be given.

° If they were in a relationship with Angel, he could not have any kind of sexual relationship with Alastor, the only thing he could do with him, is say romantic words, hold hands and even a light hug. Angel would not be so in agreement with this because he would still want to have sex with his partner, although I see the possibility that Alastor can castrate him.

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Husk

° Let's talk about Husk, it is seen that he has addiction problems similar to Angel's; Their addictions are different but they are addicted in the same way and both know they are aware that this brings them down but they are afraid to face it.

• In the pilot, when Angel saw Husk, there were flashes in his eyes, and what he thought at that moment could have been "We both have addiction problems that we find difficult to overcome but perhaps we can help each other"; his interactions on instagram show many signs of being interested in both and gradually reaching a friendship or something closer to a friendship.

• But in one of their publications they had a small dispute, they do not show how Ángel on his part takes the initiative to solve his debts without paying, at first he offered his body and causes Husk an upset, then in the end he made the decision to pay him.

 (here I will talk about instagram publications if you have not seen them yet, I send you to see them https: //www.instagram. com / angie_fluffy_bootz /)

• Husk in this dispute felt the victim because he began to feel insecurity in their relationship, since he began to give a lot of himself in a certain way without receiving something from Angel. Then Husk for a moment had felt that he was being used and they were taking advantage of his gratitude.

• Angel's last 6 posts were about her work and some were to get the kitten's attention. Husk, for his part, ignored him all the time and had more hangovers than ever so I wonder if he missed him in any way. Husk is a Tsunder and an insecure character, so I accept his insecurity that he may not feel Sure even because of how he feels about Angel and that's why he has that attitude.

• In the end, Angel if he managed to return all the money to Husk, Husk realized that Angie would do anything for him, well if he cared, but the sweet kitten that he is, he only took 5 dollars, his intention of not It was making fun of Ángel if not in telling him to take advantage of the money he earns and buy what he really needs. Now Angel is angry about it; in his last post that has mmm ... well he did not respond kindly to the kitten, apparently he is upset because he does not take all the money so now the roles are reversed.

° We do not know anything about Husk's past, I would like to know what was the reason why he "did not feel love", it could be that it was in hell or when he was alive. Anyway, being with Angel will teach him to love again and to feel safe, like Angel. I feel that he would be the right person to help him suspend his traumas and the abuse he has with Valentido, both characters would develop a lot but we can see that in the series and not so much in the instagram account.

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conclusion

Angel will have a boyfriend but it will be like an experience, it could be any of them but the one who is close to having one would be Sir Pentinous and Husk.

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Credits to the images and drawings used to their respective creators thanks

[girlpornparadise]

Out and About (pt3)

Pairing: Horacio Carrillo/f!Reader (Narcos)

Word Count: ~2400

Warning: I write smut people.

You can read Part 1: At Your Doorstep and Part 2: Atop the Office. It’ll make a lot more sense that way.

Gif @el-cheung

Having missed breakfast for the second day in a row, you sit at your desk downing cup after cup of tea.

Javier passes your desk and stops. He notices the jacket that usually lives on the back of your chair buttoned up, carefully hiding the barely work appropriate sundress underneath. He smirks. "Fun night?" 

He's seen the walk of shame, done the walk of shame many times before. He knows.

You can't help but smile to yourself as you remember Horacio's lips brushing against yours.

Javi catches your wistful movements and decides not to pry further. As he walks away you giggle to yourself.

You look around surreptitiously and reach into your purse. You take out the note, and run your eyes across it once more, a sacred text that feels even more religious each time you see "ángel" written on the page. You may not have wings, but it feels like your heart does, and they're making it soar.

You want to tell everyone, scream it from the rooftops as it were, but you know what you're doing, though not forbidden in writing, is certainly taboo.

You're privy to important information and don't want anyone to think you're influenced by him in any way. He also has a reputation to maintain of being above reproach. No, this will have to remain quiet.

In your haste you hadn't made any concrete plans, but felt brighter about the future. This wasn't a quick fling, you weren't a mere plaything. You were his ángel.

The day would have been painfully slow if you weren't so distracted by infatuation. You gaze dreamily at nothing between writing reports. You hum to yourself as you tap at the letters. You sigh contentedly each time you return to your desk and see the note peeking out of your purse.

Finally, mid afternoon just as you're starting to get a little sleepy, something worth noting happens. Your phone rings and the voice you've been swimming in the recollection of filters through. 

"This is Colonel Carrillo calling from Search Bloc. Thank you for bringing by the reports yesterday on such short notice."

"Certainly sir." You reply, emphasizing and raising your eyebrows with the word sir.

"I'll need you to bring the day's reports again. There's some vital information I'm waiting on. Make sure you bring any reports containing the word "ángel" as they are very important to my case."

You smile at his cheekiness. At the embassy all of your calls are recorded so an open conversation is out of the question, but the use of his word, your word makes your heart jump.

"I'll bring those by as soon as they're completed. Is there anything else you need?"

"No, that will be all, thank you."

He hangs up abruptly, not to be rude, but to avoid any suspicion. You would have stayed on the line like a "No, you hang up!" teenager, so it's for the best.

You squeal internally to yourself about having another date night, and start leafing through the take out menus in your desk drawer to decide what "files" would be best tonight.

You decide on a little place that does burgers that you've eaten at too many times alone. 

As the clock ticks down the final minutes of the day, somehow impossibly slowly, you start to gather your things, being sure to safely tuck away the note to leave it unblemished. You make sure you have your badge with you for tonight's delivery as well as your keys.

You grab your purse and walk home with an unusual spring in your step. You're glad to get through the door and into your sanctuary. You can finally get out of that dress and you hop in the shower. Though you'd been enjoying the subtle scent of him on you all day, it's a relief to be clean and refreshed. 

You put on your next best sundress and a light application of makeup and prepare to pick up the "files" that will no doubt smell of beef and French fries.

You gather your purse and keys and head for the door when there's a knock. You peer through the peephole and instead of a green uniform, you're met by the sight of a cornflower blue button up and a pair of khakis.

You'd expected to have a few more minutes to mentally prepare for your date, but his spontaneity makes you smile. When you open the door, you're grinning at him.

"I thought that maybe sitting at a table full of files instead of a desk full of actual files would be a better way to spend the evening."

He clearly has something in mind, and you see no reason to object. "Lead the way."

The restaurant is further afield than you normally venture, but you know it's to prevent prying eyes from your combined world from seeing you together.

You laugh when you arrive. It's a burger joint, a touch nicer than the one you had in mind. Great minds think alike you suppose.

"What's so funny?" He asks, worried maybe he made the wrong choice in restaurants.

"I've just been craving a good burger all afternoon."

"Then maybe I'm psychic." He laughs.

The meal is exactly what you wanted, and admittedly a better burger than you had planned. The conversation is more animated than previously, maybe because you're out in public at a reasonable time of day. There's still plenty of work talk, but you get to know a little more about him too. Talking about himself, he understandably plays it close to the (tac) vest. He's in a position where knowing too much about him could leave him vulnerable to the lowest of the low. But he wants to open up to you, and gives you a general rundown of his family, his childhood and the hobbies he wished he had time for. You reciprocate in turn and feel like this is blossoming into a relationship and not just a physical force of nature.

That force of nature returns as he reaches across the table to hold your hand and you feel the electricity run through you. You blush ever so slightly as your eyes meet his in a slow, longing sort of way. You notice his chest rise and fall subtly beneath his shirt and can tell he has the same conclusion to the evening in mind as you do.

He pays the entire bill despite your gentle protest and you thank him for the meal. You walk back to his Jeep and pick your way back to his place. He can't help but smile to himself as you hum along to the radio despite clearly not knowing the song very well.

From the outside, his home is modest and neatly maintained and you wonder how he finds the time. You picture him mowing the lawn, though he probably hires someone else to do it. The thought makes you smile nonetheless.

As he ushers you in, a little quickly to avoid prying neighbours, you take in the interior. It's beige like his pants and sparsely furnished and decorated. Typical of a busy military man you suppose. He offers you a seat on the couch and disappears into the kitchen. He returns with a whiskey tumbler full of presumably whiskey, and a second one with what you find out to be vodka soda after a sip.

"Cheers."

You clink glasses.

The alcohol slowly disappears as the natural light outside dims and the streetlights come on. The conversation has slowed and a peaceful quiet descends on the home. 

"Can I get you another?" He's practically whispering at this point.

"No, I'm fine thanks." You say, your eyes lidded from the alcohol and the general mood.

He rests his hand on your knee and leans in closer.

Your breathing quickens in anticipation of his next move.

He subtly moistens his lips and leans in even closer. He kisses you softly on the cheek, lingering against you for a long moment. You raise your hand to rest on his opposite shoulder. When he pulls back, he gazes deep into your eyes, searching them for emotion. In them he sees desire. Not desperate and firey, but needing him to return the comfort and compassion you afforded him that first night together. In his eyes you see his desire as well, a desire to please, a desire to mirror you so that you can act as one.

He keeps his movements slow, deliberate but not teasing. He moves his hand from your knee to brush at your blushing cheek and can feel the heat radiating off of you. It is you who leans in next and plants a kiss on his slightly open lips. Your tongues find each other and intertwine, dancing to a slow rhythm as your breathing slows to match his. As the song you both feel but neither can hear ends, he pulls back from you. Your hands migrate to his collar and trace it down to the top button of his shirt. You unbutton it carefully working your way down his torso over his abdomen, to untuck it from his pants. While you work to remove his shirt, his hands sneak up past the hem of your dress to caress your outer thighs. Your hands drag up his undershirt over every inch of muscular stomach and chest back to his shoulders where your hands sneak beneath the opening of his shirt. You coax it off of his shoulders and his arms fall to his sides, allowing you to rub down his biceps and to remove the shirt entirely. It is discarded on the floor as an encumbrance to your intimacy.

He hands return to seeking your softest skin beneath your dress, and your breathing trembles as he passes over the sensitive skin that craves his touch.

He works his way upward, over the panties covering your hips, and along the sides of your waist. As he reaches your bra covered ribs, you raise your arms to accommodate him pulling the dress over your head.

You reciprocate by running your hands under the hem of his undershirt, again taking your time to let your fingers map each muscle as you raise it to his chest and as he raises his arms, over his head. It joins his shirt on the floor.

He regards you, taking in your curves, the soft flush of your skin from the alcohol and the desire. You take in his firm body, your eyes dragging along each hard edge that defines his physique. 

Your eyes return to each other's and all you can hear are your breaths mingling in the heavy air.

"Hermosa" he whispers. 

As your lips open and shut as you try to find a response, he silences your uncertainty with another kiss. While your lips press firmly to their counterparts, he releases your bra. You let him remove it and throw it on the growing heap of clothing on the floor.

His hand cups your breast and he swipes his thumb across your nipple, it hardens at his touch and you gasp. He massages your breast while leaning into you, over you, using his mass to coax you downwards until you're laying back on the couch lengthwise.

While you watch him stand and remove his belt, pants and boxers, you pull down your panties and toss them aside. You are both now fully nude and your combined lust mounts as he all but dives on top of you.

You spread your legs to allow him access to your center and he positions himself to align with your body. Leaning on his elbows, he holds your face so he captures your full attention. His thumbs smooth the hair back over your temples as he watches you. You scrunch your eyes together as he enters your body and you whimper as his length slowly fills you.

You grasp at his back and your knees bend upwards to grip at his sides, while he rhythmically draws in and out of you. You rock your hips to his pace and he studies your ever changing expression. Little gasps and whimpers escape you as he presses into your pleasure, and you hear his breath crack softly as he feels your walls tremble around him.

As your breathing quickens and you gasp for air, he increases his pace. He kisses your face lightly. 

"Oh god." You say in a voice you don't control.

He takes that as his cue to press into you harder, each thrust more deliberate than the last. Your legs begin to tremble and he can see your face begin to tense and slacken in ecstasy.

"Oh god." Your exclamation louder this time.

For an instant, your whole body tenses and you cry out as waves of pleasure radiate from your core. Every part of you then relaxes for an instant while the thrusts continue.

You can tell he's close, and you bear down to aid his release. His cry is broken as his few final thrusts press at your center. He spills his cum into you and you smile, knowing you caused such a pleasurable act.

He collapses on top of you and his weight grounds you to the reality of him. That despite the floating, swimming sensation you are feeling, you are in his home and he is at home within you.

A few moments pass and he pulls away, leaving you dripping with his cum. For a second he admires his work, and silently excuses himself to get something to clean up with.

The warm washcloth beneath his strong, gentle hands is almost more intimate than what just occurred, showing a regard for your comfort and wellbeing. He takes you by the hands and lifts you off the couch, and pulls you into a deep satisfying kiss. 

"Come to bed ángel." He says leading you up the stairs to his room.

You collapse into his bed and he comes back from his bathroom with a glass of water. You sip it gladly, and placing it on the nightstand lay your head against the pillow. He tucks in next to you and smooths a stray hair away from your forehead, which he then kisses.

You both lay back and let the quiet night lull you to sleep.

[chalkboardgirl15]

Hey everyone! I'm back ;)

I know I had promised you an update for quite some time (on Manson's birthday, to be exact), but things have been kind of ... weird ... I don't know if that's the word

But surprise, here is the update! (I will try to touch on the most important points)

Why did I leave the blog?

The truth is that working took away a lot of my time that I used to waste on the internet, especially on Tumblr. But then I discovered that I had lost the motivation to keep posting, idk why ... I quit my job and again I had time but I didn't feel like posting here, I won't lie to you, I log on Tumblr all the time, but I just didn't feel like it🤷

Then the accusation by Evan towards Manson came up, and I thought about making a post about it but I really did not want to create conflict, but I'll take advantage of this post to make a statement: I'm on Evan's side. As I always said, I am on the side of the victim. It's easy to be when you realize that Manson is an abuser of everyone around him.

There is also the matter of my psychiatric medications as I had already told you, they make me very sleepy, all day long and I hate it! I haven't drawn anything, I haven't written anything, I don't post on my blogs, bleh ... But on the other side, I'm feeling good, I don't have those episodes where I stay crying on the floor anymore and I can enjoy the good things that happen in my life

And, talking about my life:

As I had already told you, I quit my previous job, the one I had gotten thanks to a friend (where I met Ángel), after that I spent about a month unemployed and got another job in which I felt very comfortable, the salary was good, I had a nice partner, and I made friends with some workers (my job was to ensure their safety while they worked). But nothing is perfect in this life, so as there were very nice people there were also horrible people, the vast majority (about 98%) of the workers are men and I started to suffer a lot of sexual harassment and that made me leave within a few days, so yeah... I'm unemployed again, I'm taking my time but I'm looking forward to another job.

What about Angel?:

The last time I had seen Ángel was on his birthday, which is a few days after mine, we went to eat at a restaurant and drank a beer; he had already told me that he was making some decisions about his life and his future, so that day he decided to tell me about it, the thing was that he was going to move to another city, he would continue with his university career, and he would get another job there ... I won't lie, that hurt a lot ... I couldn't believe how easy it was for him to get away from everything, but there was nothing I could do, he had already decided and I was happy that he at least decided to tell me about his plans. He also told me that he was going to miss me a lot ... and I told him so too. Some days we send each other messages, pictures of when we used to go out, or we tell the other about our day and about something that made us think about the other, that makes me happy, it makes me know that he thinks of me and that I am part of his thoughts. This Monday I met him, it was his day off and he came to our city, he sent me a message on Saturday to let me know that he would be in town and that he wanted to see me, but he didn't have a lot of money on him, so I told him there was no problem. We met at night and I invited him to eat at the place where we had lunch the first time, we talked and again we had a moment in my car, everything was normal and it felt good, I took him to his mother's house early because he had to pack his suitcase to leave the next morning.

He is fine and that makes me happy, I really think that I felt nothing but affection and a great friendship for him, I like it that way.

Because:

I have a boyfriend now😬...

His name's David, he's 29, he went to highschool and university with my oldest brother, I know him since I'm like 15, but we didn't talk so much back then, only about music and movies, random stuff... He replied to my facebook story one day in November, and we've been chatting ever since, we had a first date on January 30, and now he's my boyfriend🤷

I really love him, I'm so happy with him💜

And yeah... That's what my life has been during these months

As I said about Manson, and I repeat, I'm on Evan's side (if that makes you mad, you can always unfollow me, idc) and I'm not listening to his music so much anymore for the same thing, but don't get me wrong, I still like his art and the band (especially the spooky kids), but I no longer follow him on social media.

That does not mean that I will delete my blog ... I want to continue sharing things, I want to continue answering questions and messages, I like this space we share. Maybe I'll start sharing other things not just about Manson, obviously things about the band and other members, I'll keep talking about their music, making and posting memes, you know ...

SO HERE'S THE UPDATE, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT

Stay spooky, kids🧡

[thesolotomyhan]

Narcos México: Dating them would include: (5/7)

Tags: @fandomnerd16​ , @visintaes​

Warnings: NSFW

Miguel:

Miguel Ángel ,, this man needs someone he can wholeheartedly trust,,

Your able to keep him focused on only one thing and forget everything else, one step at a time motto

He loves having your full attention and love,,

Por eso esta perdidamente enamorado de ti

He can also always count on you for being on his side and giving him advice on hard decisions

Whenever he feels like he’s gonna explode because of the pendejadas his employers are doing, he’s automatically calling you

It de-stresses him when he hears about your day and what you’re planning on doing later,

honestly your voice just soothes him as he closes his eyes and listens to you

I feel like, when that’s not enough, he’s inviting right on the spot if you want to visit the cafe nearby or something

He loves taking you out for dates at fancy places/restaurants

Miguel feels like your love grows stronger when he takes you out because you’re spending time together

He’s also always making sure you enjoy your food, surroundings, etc, he wants it to be perfect for you,

Like, if you even mention that your food is a bit cold, he’s snapping his fingers and making orders,,

“Ay, pendejo, como se te ocurre darle a mi esposa su comida todo frío, es una dama, orale, apurate a traerla otro plato, cabrón”

 he can’t help it, he wants everything to have your approval.

He wants to treat you with what you deserve and more

Miguel goes soft when you smile at him for a gesture he did, it might be something you said you wanted a long time ago or just him buying a big ass bouquet of roses because we all know Felix can be extra 💅🏼

So he’s definitely bringing you a serenata where you live and giving you that adoring smile he does when he sees your face light up

Serenata Sin Luna by Jose Alfredo Jiménez just screams this, let me go sob

God, the way he overachieves expectations when it’s your birthday or something

Like this man thinks his birthday parties are casual, but when it comes to you, he has to have them fancy and extravagant,,,

“Miguel, que es todo esto?”

“Pues es tu cumpleaños tesoro, y apenas vamos empezando”

It’s just jaw dropping the way he goes all out for you

You can’t tell me otherwise that this man lives for taking walks with you,, either late at night after a date or just a normal walk to talk about anything and hold your hand- ugh

He’s one to give you his coat so you don’t freeze as he hugs you into his side

“Ya vez, te dije que trajeras un suéter, mija”

While he pulls you into him, smiling and kissing the top of your head🥺

Miguel’s also asking every time you see a carrito de comida if you want anything, without fail

I can definitely see you guys sharing food, just feeding each other as you smile to one another and the heart eyes you both give each other- I can’t 

HAND HOLDING, again,,,I- he just really loves holding your hand ok, like apart of him makes him feel  strong when he’s holding your hand, he’ll give you an occasional squeeze when he gets excited, stressed, or worried about something

I can also see him fiddling with your wedding ring as he holds you hand, whenever he’s bored or nervous at a party dinner,-

God, this man spoils you every minute he can,

He states that it’s the least he can do after you put up with him, -the softness that is showing is astronomical

But you’re always telling him that you’re sticking around because your love for him is endless, 🥺

That statement alone makes him die of happiness

Every time there’s a party that he needs to attend, he’s already sending you a new dress for you to wear to accompany him

This man is complimenting every second he can,

He’s worshipping the ground you walk on

“Te ves tan hermosa, mija”

I can definitely see that people only walk up to him when you’re next to him because he’s actually approachable and happy when you’re around,,

Styling his hair back to normal after he ruins it when he stresses out,,

“Ya, mi amor, tu sabes que no me gusta verte así, tu eres mejor que ellos”-

The way he looks at you makes me cry, you can just see his worries go away as he smiles up at you🥺

Or even when he needs reassurance that you do love him after Felix visits Neto in prison, like the part where he tells him that he’s alone in this world

“Cuídate Flaco, la única persona que te queda es tu mujer; un milagro que ella todavía esta contigo”  That really got to him :(

That’s when he’ll spend the whole day with you, like a lazy day... never wanting to let go of you...

“Si sabes, yo hago todo esto por ti, verdad? Este es tu imperio tesoro, y de nadie mas”-

Soft cuddles in the morning and before you go to bed together because Miguel is on that soft shit

You’re what makes him a better man at the end of the day, your relationship is so beautiful, I’m crying

NSFW:

Miguel Angel Felix Gallardo,, this man is making you feel things, 

Let me put this out there,,, Miguel lives for seeing you blowing him

It’s one of the only good things that come out for him when he’s stressed tf out because you’re always willing to help him relax

I feel like you’ll grab hold of his face and kiss him as his hands grip your clothes like an anchor,,,

“Ven”

You’ll lead him to sit down as you get down on your knees and begin to unbuckle his pants as he lets out a deep breath

He’ll let you do all the work as he lets his head fall back while he lazily thrusts into your mouth,

“Como me sabes cuidar, verdad tesoro?” 

As he smiles down at you- 

El Jefe de Jefes, look there’s a reason why he’s given that name, 

he’s definitely a dom, he wants to see as you fall apart beneath him, it’s such an amazing sight for him

The way you say his name and scratch his back while he just fucks you into the bed

He chuckles lightly when he rubs your clit with his fingers as he keeps thrusting into you, just the way you gasp and say his name a little louder-

The build up to having sex is something else entirely, I can see him desperately kissing you as he grips you clothes while you’re quickly unbuttoning his shirt

He’ll lay you on the bed as he moves to start kissing your neck and moving his fingers in between your thighs,

Oh yeahh, this man is into fingering you, like holy shit, the way he’ll look into your eyes and hoarsely speak to you

“Mira lo fácil que te hago sentir, amor, como eres de obediente para mi” as he’s curling his fingers into you- okk

I feel like Miguel would not give you time to adjust to him, like he’s too desperate, ya feel?

Like, you’ll stutter his name out and on the verge of tears from pain and pleasure but he’s just brushing your hair out of your face and cradling your face, nodding his head

“No, no hagas eso, yo se que puedes, tesoro”

He’ll silence you by kissing you and just pounding into you more harder

Wow, the way he’ll have you not thinking straight anymore with your head thrown back, excites him-

 one of his absolute favorite positions is having one of your legs lifted on his shoulder, as he fucks you, because that’s hella erotic

The marks he leaves behind makes you feel so many emotions, too

He’s always leaving them on your chest, a spot where only he can see and no one else-

Speaking of exciting emotions,,,, Desk Sex

Like, c’mon you know this is a thing 

Miguel’s ass fantasizes about this

Like, either you bent over his desk or laying, spread out on his desk as he clasps his hand over your mouth, wow

When you're bent over his desk with one of your legs resting on his desk and the other leg on the ground, he’s tangling his hand into your hair as he pulls you back and moves to wrap it wrap your throat,

“Calladita, amor, no quieres que nos encuentren, verdad?”, as he’s thrusting deeply into you from behind and moves his other hand to rub your throbbing clit -ok, someone escort me out

Balcony Sex -that’s for another time,,

I feel like, the times when he comes home from his out of country/state trips, you’re already waiting for him on the bed with his favorite lingerie

He pauses from the door and lightly chuckles,

“Imaginate si alguien más o el pinche Clavel entra y no yo, amor”

Uggh, i can just see you lightly laughing as you get up and walk up to him and lead him to sit down on the bed

“Te extrañaba, mi amor”

You’re straddling him as he grabs hold of your hips and desperately kisses you-,

now usually he doesn’t prefer to be bottom, but when my baby is tired, he can’t even think

He’ll let you have your fun on top of him, like grounding your hips onto his and gripping his shoulders

The way you both let out deep breaths in sync when he’s inside of you-

Loves the way you’re desperately bouncing on him-

He’ll steady you on top of him once your hips start to stutter and your creasing your eyebrows,, he knows your going to stop soon

So he’ll move his hands to grip your ass and thrust up into you,,

“Dime cuanto me extrañabas” -wow

I just know this man can last the whole night making you see stars and only remember his name.

[sincerelyreidburke]

OK PROPOSAL?? HOUSE HUNTING?? CHILD ADOPTION??? WHAT??? CARE TO ELABORATE??? Also can I just say that all med students really are the same? I have personally threatened my own Dutch bf into delaying any proposal ideas until both of our degrees are done bc the Future is my only motivator and if I get it too soon it won't be good lol. It cracks me up to think that as soon as quinn's criteria are met nando the simp trips over himself to propose (literally?) lol

Okay, people, because of this ask, and because I feel like it, it’s time to talk about far-future Quindo. I will answer some of your questions that have been looming based on my continuous dropped hints. Come with me on this journey.

And by the way, Brenna, it continues to entertain me how you and Quinn are literally the same.😂😂 Quinn would absolutely personally threaten Nando not to get too many creative ideas until they at least have gotten a place to live together, and Quinn has started in medical school.

Let’s hop under the cut and I’ll tell you some details! (This got so long, but no regrets.)

- So I think I’ve talked about this in a few places now, but something that’s always true with Quinn and Nando, even early on, is that they understand their relationship is long-term. Neither of them is really looking to date casually, and once they’ve been together for a reasonable amount of time to draw this conclusion (six months, I’d say?), they’re each already pretty much planning on getting married. Do I think they necessarily talk about this that early on? Probably not. But the long-term future conversations come along eventually, and they’re very much on the same page about everything.

- I also did this post semi-recently about the fact that their relationship very much contributes to each of them wanting to settle down. They both knew they wanted, like, marriage and kids one day before they had each other, but the presence of each other makes it much more real for both of them. With each other, there’s a person in those daydreams of the future, a more concrete plan in mind. Instead of just thinking of my future husband, they can think specifically of each other.

- Anyway. As I’ve said, Nando is already sort of thinking about proposal plans before they graduate. (Here’s a glimpse into his simp brain circa graduation.) But they also have a lot of other plans and things to do around the time of graduation. Here’s where they wind up at the time of graduation.

- Nando has secured a job, to start mid-summer, with the Phoenix Dept. of Social Services. Is this a real department that exists? Let’s just say I hope so. I feel like it has to. Anyway, it’s very much related to everything he studied with his sociology major, and it’s exactly what he wanted, and he’s very happy.

- Quinn is going to medical school. I feel like this has been heavily implied. Bear with me and suspend your disbelief a little, because, look: I fully understand how difficult medical school admissions actually are. And I also understand that you can’t necessarily be choosy with where you go based on geography, since the aspiring medical student in my life is always going on like I’m just going to apply to like fifty schools all over the place and go wherever I get in. But I want Quinn to have nice things and also geographic stability, so....

- Let’s just say Quinn puts a lot of eggs in the U of Arizona medical school basket. I think he submits other applications, but as we’ve discussed in mostly theatre contexts, Quinn is somehow an extremely confident person and also the king of underestimating his ability to succeed. He always expects disappointment, because he believes this is the key to never actually being disappointed. (See this ficlet for a theatre dive into his mentality on that topic.)

- For this reason, I think Quinn maybe anticipates a rejection in med school admissions. His plan, for if/when this happens, is that he’ll take a year off. He’s fully aware that that might hurt his chances with getting into medical school at all, but I think this is a good time to remind everybody that Quinn, for a hot minute, doesn’t really have a home. Nando and his family welcome him in when his grandparents disown him to ensure that he has a place to go, but the only reason Quinn isn’t homeless for awhile in there is because he’s living at college.

- And yes, I know that, like, renting an apartment and going to medical school is a thing you can do. But for Quinn, trying to establish stability in a life with Nando is the most important thing. He wants, desperately, to go to medical school, but is willing to delay that if the only way he could go would be to be very far away from him.

- We have to just imagine that things work out for Quinn, because, spoiler alert, he does get in at U of Arizona, to start the autumn after graduation. Senior spring, he gets a letter from them, puts it on his desk, and literally doesn’t open it for an entire day because he thinks it’s a rejection. The reason he does open it is because Nando sees it and freaks out.

- Anyway. For Quinn, I want good things. Therefore, he is simultaneously able to start a life with Nando and live out his academic and career goals.

- So this is an extremely long-winded way of telling you that Nando and Quinn move to Arizona after graduation, which I’ve told you in passing before. Because they are college graduates and neither of them has a whole lot of money, they actually move back in with Mama Hernandez.

- Please understand that Maria Hernandez, as a very Catholic Latina woman, welcomes Quinn into her home with open arms— but absolutely refuses to let them share a bedroom.😂😂😂😂

(On the phone, like a month before graduation.)

Maria: I’ve been cleaning the basement up for Quinn. Do you think I should clean out the closet, or will he only use a dresser?

Nando: Uh... Mama? What do you mean, cleaning out the basement?

Maria: Well, it’s where he’ll be staying.

Nando: .......... But we’re getting married?

Maria: Oh, not so fast, Sebastián. You aren’t married yet, are you? And unmarried couples under my roof—

Nando, who has heard this before: I know, I know, but—

Maria: It’s just the same as last summer.

Nando: But we’re looking for a house together—

Maria: It’s a matter of under my roof. No buts.

Nando, who has literally been sleeping in the same bed with Quinn 80% of the time for the past four years of college: Mama—

Maria: No buts, Sebastián!

- So they move into separate rooms in Maria Hernandez’s house.😂😂😂😂

- That summer, Quinn does another theatre thing the way he did with Gabi and Rosa the summer before, and Nando works at his Tio’s restaurant part-time while he waits for his new job to start. He keeps working for Tio, even if only a shift or two per week, even once he’s started his new job, because that restaurant was his papa’s along with Tio’s and he’s incapable of not helping out his family.

- They settle into a routine, and it’s a very lovely summer while they wait for the rest of their lives to begin. :)

- By the way, somewhere in the area of senior spring, Nando bought an engagement ring. It was the result of a lot of saving and planning, and it’s a simple ring but it’s very suited to Quinn’s tastes, and basically he’s just low-key bursting at the seams to get engaged. (Not that it’ll change Maria’s bedsharing policy😂😂😂😂 but he just really wants to be his fiancé.)

- But here’s the fun part. Quinn has also been thinking about proposing.

- Now let us all cry together while I tell you that Quinn goes to Maria to ask about proposing to him. It’s while Nando is at work at the restaurant one night, I think, and Gabi and Rosa are, idk, either out or just in bed. They’re 11 or 12, so they’re probably in bed. Quinn and Maria get along really well, so they’re just having a conversation out on the back patio at the house. They spend a lot of evenings like that while Quinn waits for Nando to get home from work and give him the one (1) goodnight kiss that Maria allows them before they retire to their separate chambers.

- The conversation is pretty standard of most ‘asking the parent because I want to propose’ conversations. Maria, of course, loves Quinn, and wants him to be an official part of her family by becoming her son-in-law, so she gives him her blessing. (By the way, I do think that Maria is aware that Nando is planning a proposal, but she’s possibly entertained by the fact that they’re racing each other to do it.)

- Maria leaves, for a second, during this conversation with Quinn, and goes up to her own room. She comes downstairs with something and puts it in Quinn’s hand.

- It’s Nando’s papa’s wedding band.

- She tells him that this is what Ángel (Papa’s name) would have wanted.

- Quinn is incredibly, wholly touched by this gesture. When he tries to propose, this is what he’ll use.

- And house hunting!! Obviously, they don’t plan to live with Maria forever. Getting a place of their own is their top priority as soon as they graduate, but they don’t have nowhere near enough money saved up to do so.

- I think I have to make a whole other post about how they get a house and also how the engagement ultimately goes down, because this is getting so long, and even though those two things are set in place and planned, I feel like they’d each double the size of this monster bullet-list. So... feel free to ask me about them, and I’ll elaborate!!!!

- I’m also going to elaborate on the adoption/accidental baby acquisition thing in a separate post. But what happens, and when, and how? Stay tuned and I’ll tell you.

Thanks for enabling me, Brenna!!! I’m grateful for your asks, as always. :D

[marquillosource]

LCDP 4 - Theories (Part 2)

welcome back! here’s part 2 - here we go again!

[spoiler ahead! look away!]

→  Police strikes

The Police, taking the opportunity of the distraction of Nairobi’s injury and Gandía being their inside help, is relentlessly attacking the group in the Bank - both ground attacks and air strikes...

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→  Raquel’s escape and... return?

Ángel rescues her from the Police van (maybe with Suarez's help... wouldn’t that be a twist?).

And Raquel disguises herself in a Police/GEO uniform.

But then, she walks into the Police tent of her own free will and reveals her identity.

Question is... Why?

Did they have a back-up plan? Why would Raquel walk right into their arms??

My guess is that Alicia did something - maybe had some message pass through that she knew would reach Raquel and make her come back. And it worked.

Scenario 1: Sergio and Raquel definitely have a plan. The Police already tried to turn her against him in Part 2, making Raquel choose between him and her family. So, while making the plan, they had to know something like this could happen again if one or both of them were caught. So, the tears are an act and Raquel is the secret weapon against the Police and is giving them false/misleading information. Part of me really wants to believe this - like, in all their planning, there wasn’t a single protocol for if one of them got caught? These two have contingency plans for contingency plans... but I think that the lack of time, along with the size of the operation and the stress they were under was just too much, even for their brilliant minds.

Scenario 2 (most likely imo): Raquel is in deep sh*t, they’ve got her. She shortly considers Alicia’s offer. Freedom or 30 years in prison. Raquel thinks about her mother with dementia and how she won’t be there for her - and her mom would die and probably never even remember her again...She thinks abut her daughter, who was going to grow up without her and, if she ever saw Paula again, her little girl would be around 40 years-old; she would’ve missed out on her entire life... And of course it hurts - but she knows her family will be well taken care of by Sergio. And his well-being, along with that of her family’s and of her team’s, is dependant on her keeping her mouth shut. 

Alicia is being particularly nasty with Raquel...

Either way, I’m not really worried about Raquel’s potential “betrayal”.

SHE WON’T DO IT!

Hence the “Free Lisboa” posters and the protests that were filmed in front of the Audienzia Nacional. 

They’re going to try to officially convict her.

Which brings us to this moment from the trailer  ↓

One of my initial theories about this moment was that this was Raquel being released and the crowd reaching for her in glee; maybe even reuniting with her family, since it kind of looks like she’s hugging a grey haired woman (side-theory: in my opinion, it would be kind of clever to bring Raquel's family to the one place the Police can't get to them and hurt them - right in front of their eyes, yet in a very public place. Then, they have nothing to threaten Raquel with. Her family is safe among the people.)

Now, I think (am pretty sure actually) that this is Raquel being taken away to her hearing or to jail, but the crowd is making the Police’s job difficult by reaching for Lisboa in support and demanding she be freed.

I think that, before he infiltrated the Bank with Marsella, Sergio released the recording of his conversation with Rio - wherein Rio explicitly says all the horrible things that were done to him while in custody (the conversation was far too detailed and El Profesor is far too smart not to have recorded it). This serves as a way to, not only denounce the Police for what they’ve done, but also to rally the people to come out and protest against Raquel’s detention and demand her freedom.

And Sergio possibly uses this moment - the crowd being riled up and protesting - to sneak past everyone with Marsella and get inside the Bank.

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→  Alicia’s pregnancy - the final nail in the coffin?

Alicia is very pregnant. Seriously, she's about to pop. 

So, her labor is very much impeding. And, sooner or later, her pregnancy is going to come into play in the heist. It’s got to.

Maybe without the brain/reina-de-las-hijas-de-p*ta around to command the operation, the group might have a finally chance to get out of the Bank, using her labor as a distraction.

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→  The Alicia-Tatiana connection

There have been a few people theorizing that Alicia and Tatiana are the same person. That doesn’t make any sense, in my opinion - the ages don’t match up at all.

However, there might be an actual connection between them and the similar hairstyle/hair color might very well be a clue, a subtle wink from the writers. Or maybe it’s just a red herring.

If there is a connection...maybe they’re family - sisters or cousins, maybe they’re accomplices… I don’t know. But there’s definitely something there. 

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→  Who is the mysterious hostage? A secret recruit? Or Marta?

Belén Cuesta’s character has been the subject of some speculation. She has been showing up in Part 3, on and off, from the beginning. And the actress is too well known to just be a side character or an extra - whatever it is, she’s going to play a huge part in this next season.

Is she going to a help to the thieves or a hindrance?

Was she planted there by the Police? By Tatiana? Or by the thieves themselves? 

My personal favorite, and the one I’m really rooting for, is still my Marta theory.

(pls, TV Gods, let her be Marta)

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→  BERLIN

Honestly, I still kind of believe Berlin might be alive. Last season, they showed him only in flashbacks, but that might have been a red herring so we expect more Berlin flashbacks, and then BAM! We have the real deal.

Unlikely, I know... but a girl can dream.

Also, notice the newly released poster - look who’s in the back (Where’s Wally? style), very conveniently dressed in a red jumpsuit. 

Like I said, a girl can dream...

Having said that, I believe that one scene we saw of Berlin in the trailer is a flashback. 

In fact, I believe it is the same flashback scene as the one we see Palermo’s conversation with El Profesor.

Berlin is in a fancy bow-tie, which we’ve never seen him wear. 

So, my guess is they’re in a dinner party, while they were in Italy first planning the Bank heist in the past.

(I also really love what Palermo says to El Profesor - “This is more than a heist and you know it...” - It’s always been more than just a heist; it’s a movement, a revolution, a call to arms against the rich and powerful who step on the ‘little guy’...)

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→  Someone is faking their death??

This particular scene has me quite intrigued... It kind of looks like someone is faking their death via car crash.

The question is... Who is this? And wtf is he doing?? And why???

Any guesses???

I’m excited, either way!!

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I’m also very excited about this particular scene.

Look at our girls having fun before the whole mess began!! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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Anyway...

I think someone is most definitely going to die this season.

One of the producers described this season as traumatizing. 

For us? For the characters? BOTH??