#like yes it would hurt like hell pero like....you know

[peachywontyell]

so there's this very specific tweet about wolverine and he's putting a cig out on his palm and his eyes roll back and his jaw drops and he definitely has to hold back from moaning and i think it's really hot- anyway. it's great to see masochist rep lmfao

[boxwinebaddie]

How/when does Jersey end up saying I love you?

oooooh! okay, so i was going to write it out ( i am jennifer slowpez so in nina fashion, i am spoiling it, what's new? ) but there is a part after this...if we remember this ask i am obsessed with where raven is diabolically patching jersey up via the tiny child sized hellokitty carebear bandids kyle bought for the kids he works w in the elementary school via that one anons delicious input...genius really.

*raven vc* pero like, so you know, they pull away it's awkward fml. dawg, they are about to *dreamy fit asf rm tolkien posh british vc* have a cheeky little snog like that entire whumpshot...anyways!

( ALRIGHT THIS IS LONG, VERY UNHINGED AND ROUGH SORRY I HOPE YOU SMILE LAUGH AND CRY PENDEJOS <3 )

kyle notices that the vinyl record player is playing their sadie hawkins first dance song ( idk what song it is but its an abba song because thats gay rights baby! its probably my love, my life or andante andante...branch in my eyes ) and theres a bowl of skittles, but only the red ones are in it...because stan still eats around the red ones bc only kyle can have the red ones....brb crying!

yadda yadda yadda. and i think on the tv, the screen is paused over a brand new episode of say yes to the dress ( if we recall, before i deleted chapter six...which was a disaster but also a masterpiece rip, ravenstan was being so boyfail cute in it in his armani suit and was rizzing the hell out of kyle with his crunchy boy knowledge of plants...when stan came over for their #hate fashionably late, kyle was stress-watching say yes to the dress...which is his favorite show because he claims to be allergic to romance, but secretly thinks its really beautiful that people can fall and love and get married...AAA )

but anyways, when they start dating say yes to the dress ( shoutout to when ravenstan forgot what it was called bc adhd and called it Are You Down With The Gown ) became their show and kyle very quietly is like "were you going to watch it?" and stan getting nervous, trying to deflect because they always watch it together is like uhuhuhHhHh and kyle, sad laugh shaking his head is like "baby" *yersey swearing* "dude...baby dude...my guy...just guy, fuck, you know you can watch it without me. we're not...Together. *hurts worse than his ribs* you don't have to wait for me." and stan is like "i-i know. i was going to...i-i Wanted to! i just--i couldn't. i couldn't watch all the people in...."

Love :(

he doesn't say it. but jersey kyle can FEEL it.

he winces. hard.

he wants to fucking die...he wants to say something but he's so stupid and he ruined ravenstan's life, words fail him but STAN!!! grabs his hand and is like "-because! because i knew it would make me miss you. and fuck it. FUCK EVERYTHING KYLE I FUCKING MISS YOU!!!! i miss you and i LOVE you and i don't--i don't care if you can't say it back! i don't have to wait for you, but i WILL! i want to! i'll--i'll wait forever! YOURE MY FOREVER. people tell me they love me everyday, but with you--i can feel it. I. Just. Know. and that's enough! you're enough. YOURE ENOUGH, KYLE BROFLOVSKI. just the way you are. and i'm sorry...i'm sorry i pushed you and tried to change you. i was just, i was insecure about it i guess--and--and--"

cue kyle smiling like an idiot ( the rare kyle smile ) like "...stan?"

ft. stan still yapping smh like "oh my god, i miss you SO much! curb only got into the trash because you weren't here to remind me. and i had pasta from this five star restaurant the other day and oh my god, ky. it was TRASH! yours is so much better! and-and i think i broke the washing machine earlier, oh my god, it sounded like an explosion, i can't find anything, i--"

kyle...literally still trying to get stans attention smh going

"stan? hey? stan???? Stan???"

stans still yapping btw ( oh my god when he is passionate the man never shuts the hell up hes like rambling himself into a corner ) like "and theres this new exhibit in the aquarium and theres this huge red fish in it and i wanted to send it to you and be like 'this you' but were fighting and I HATE FIGHTING WITH YOU. can we stop fighting? :< i miss you. will you please come home? curb misses you, i miss you, i--"

*jersey vc* STANLEY MARSH!

*stan doing the wide flustered doe eye thing with the lip ring lip bite combo that makes kyle like actually criminally insane with love feels*

speaking of...

he leeeeeeeeeeeeeeans in...

gently grasps ravenstan's face

KISSES THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SHIT OUT OF HIM.

and says

and i quote...

"Te amo." <3

AAAAAAAAAA AND THE CROWD GOES WIIIIIIILD :')

-uncle nina, gratuitous undivorcer of ravesey style

[oonajaeadira]

Hello hi hello I am here on my knees with my hands cupped in front of me like a Dickensian orphan begging for any more scraps you can spare about modern Dom!pero pls and thank u

I have SO MANY QUESTIONS and do not expect you to answer them all but: what kind of dom is he? Secretly soft? A little bit mean? Does he enjoy taming a brat? What are his kinks??? How did he get into the D/s scene??? Is he gonna develop *stage whispers* feelings for reader????????

I love you so much, girlie. I will a-snuggle you like I would one of these needy kittns.

Okay. Dom!Pero.

I've gone back and forth on whether to name him as a dom just because the dynamic of dom/sub I usually read is one that is controlling and a little mean/dangerous, one where the sub is a little bit of a brat and specifically breaks the rules just so they can be punished.

But remember...I'm a softie. And I'm like...can the dom/sub relationship be a soft one? According to the definitions laid out here, the answer is hell yes. So what I have is our grumpy boy not taking much interest in our reader until he realizes she is into the scene, but just as unsatisfied with it as he is. That he's not interested in controlling someone just to watch them cower and whimper and call him sir, just as she is not looking to be manhandled or edged for enjoyment. Neither of them wants to play with control for control's sake. She doesn't want someone that's going to tell her to choke on his dick, she just wants someone that's going to guide her, to tell her that she needs some worshipping and to drop what she's doing and go prepare for it now.

"A Dom generally plays the role of leader, guide, caretaker, and protector." That doesn't have to be disguised under hardness. It can manifest itself softly too. That's something I like about Pero--you'd assume he'd like to be rough, but I get to play with the surprise that he doesn't. "Discover what your submissive is missing and work to provide it. Learn what they like sexually and find creative ways to work it into your play to meet both of your needs." He doesn't have to do this in a "get on your knees and I'll show you what you need" way; he prefers a "I am going to teach you something and you're going to tell me if you like it or not and you're not allowed to keep going if you don't because I won't hurt my queen" approach. He doesn't outright control, he just establishes the parameters and keeps control. He drives the car, he gets to tell her to put her seatbelt on and where they're going, but if at at any time she doesn't like the destination, he will pull that car over and choose a different route.

Brats? Feh. He doesn't care for them. They are tedious little girls. There's no use in protecting and caring for someone who won't do as they're told. He's not instructing for play, he means it and doesn't want to repeat himself.

His kinks actually include consensual physical domination and women who are strong and capable but still look to him for "protection". How lucky for him then than reader helps to run a martial arts school and knows how to take a fall?

I'm not quite sure how he got into the scene and probably won't cover it in the fic. But there's always time to explore that later....

As for developing feelings? Darling, I'm demi AF. Feelings always come first. 

wip game

[zaenight]

Crazy but she's mine ch10

May 24th guys! season five !

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small tw and smut warning

Ez woke up feeling pressure on his chest , checking his phone it was four in the morning.

Illiana texted stating she would be staying with Natalia , the guys stayed at the clubhouse.

Jackie groaned as she woke up staring Ez in the eyes.

"Fuck are you looking at?" Jackie questioned realizing she was laying on top of him , although she made no attempt to move.

"You okay querida?" He questioned as he stroked her cheek.

"Fucking perfect , look when I told you I was falling for you , I was just in a mood , didn't mean it." Jackie said as Ez had a bit of hurt in his eyes , but he understood she wouldn't let him in easily.

"Stop that." She said to him , stretching her arms.

"Stop what baby?" Ez said as she traced shapes on his chest.

"Thinking about what I said , me and you would never work , Your the president of a gang and me?,Im just a chick trying to survive." Jackie said kissing his neck.

One thing Jackie does to hide her feelings is be what everyone expects her to be ,

even if those feelings are towards someone she hates.

"Camila stop that , you say you hate me , so why are you acting-" Ez started as he gripped her chin , only to be cut off.

"Like a whore , a slut , a girl who every guy wants to get their dick wet in ? , isn't that what you wanted!?,I know you want to fuck me Ez , C'mon I'll let you fuck me Ezekiel , don't bitch out on me now." Jackie said grinding on him to make a point.

"As much as I would love to do that , I like when the woman Im with , wants to

do it , not just to make a point , Camila I want us to

be something , Mierda we adopted Illiana , we live. together , what more do you want me to do , What more do I have to give you , name it." Ez said as Jackie leaned in.

"I can't ask you for anything else , you have given me everything already , Your

still a dick , a piece of shit ,

but I fucking fell for you Ezekiel reyes , you don't deserve me , and I sure as hell don't deserve you , and the two of us are raising a teen , that we also don't deserve , but you know what? we're fucking amazing

at it , because people like us,we gotta make,no force  , our own happy ending's." Jackie ranted as Ez admired her as he sat up.

"Dijiste que te estabas enamorando de mí , pero yo sé una cosa , ya me enamoré de ti Camila." Ez stated as his gaze softened , She leaned in as she kissed the corner of his mouth.

(You said you were falling for me , but I know one thing , I already fell in love with you Camila)

"Fucking show me then." She said as He pulled her in for a kiss , it was soft , To her It was like he was being gentle with her , but to him , it was like before , before he was president , before Gabi , before all of the shit that happened.

"Ez bedroom now." Jackie demanded as he gripped her by the thighs , her hands in his hair , clothes being ripped off.

The sexual tension , The sadness and anger crashing

into them , like waves meeting the shorline , or

glass shattering until nothing but a dagger is left , the need to cut away the issue being left to fulfill.

"Fuck Ez more." She gasped his hands traced down her wet entrance.

Their clothes long gone , Eyes filled with lust and if you looked close , you could spot the love and respect they held for eachother.

"Are you sure?" Ez said as she whimpered , a girl who was usaully dominant was now putty , Jackie usually would be in control , but she was letting him have it , for once.

"Fuck yes." She said as his lips met hers.

He entered her as moans and grunts filled the room , the two broken in their own ways , the darkness affecting

them very differently.

But that darkness , that hole in their hearts was slowly being healed , it will never go away , but it will be subdued , Jackie and Ez

were two broken souls ,

coming together as one.

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short chapter

Jackie and ez finally admitted

what they were to scared to say and do.

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[sirowsky]

Forgiven

This time, the request comes from @shsoba05 Thank you so much, darling! But I'm afraid this turned angsty as all hell....

The prompt was "I need you to forgive me." with either Din or Pero, and I chose Din, and he just went and got all hurtful on me :'( So, here's hoping you're up for some pain, my loves.

(Prompt List - this is still ongoing, so feel free to send me more)

Rating: Mature Warnings: ANGST, Din Djarin x gn!reader, no y/n, can be read as AU, pre-series or post-series. Word Count: 666 (...fitting) Author’s Masterlist

   He sits down on one of the crates outside the bunk, and you can hear the heaviness of his chest in the way that he exhales, but he’s quiet at first.    He doesn’t move. Doesn’t fiddle with anything. He just sits there, and you know he’s thinking, worrying, trying to find the right words to start, to fix everything, even though you suspect that this won’t be fixed. That it can’t be.

   You lay curled up on your side, staring at the wall, and you wonder if this is it. If this is how your heart will irrevocably break, never to know love of such depth ever again.    It’s not his fault, you can’t lay this at his feet, because he doesn’t know how much he means to you. But that’s also why you’re so afraid of the choice he’s about to make.    He holds your heart in his hands and doesn’t even know how easily he can crush it.

   He’s not usually one to be overpowered, either by others or by himself, but he’d been so angry earlier that he’d walked off in the middle of your argument. He’s not a quitter, and he never gives up on people… but he chose to leave rather than resolve the situation, which tells you one thing: he’s scared.

   “I need you to forgive me,” he almost whispers, and you know what he means without asking.

   He’s leaving. And you can’t go with him.    A promise made some time ago needs to be upheld, or he breaks the creed. There’s no way around it.    You knew from the moment he said it that this was where it would lead, that’s why you got upset enough to scream at him, but in truth, you admire his commitment and unflinching loyalty.

   In the heat of the argument, you’d claimed not to understand why he’s doing this, but you do. Because there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him. The devotion he has to his Mandalorian faith, is the same devotion that you have to him. So yes… you understand.

   You give yourself one more breath, and then you sit up, shuffling to the edge of the bunk and letting your legs hang over it.    He’s sitting with his side to you, staring straight ahead, as far as you can tell, out the side-door of the Crest, and you wish for the thousandth time that you could see his face, just once. Just to know what his eyes look like.

   Knowing that this is likely to be the last time you ever see him, something burns through you at the realization that the only memories you’ll have of this man that means more to you than your own life, will be of cold armour.    You want to ask him, to beg for anything, just a touch of his bare fingertips against your cheek, but you don’t.

   Instead, you climb out of the bunk and collect what few belongings you own, biting back the tears as best you can. But when you sling your bag onto your shoulder and move to the door, they fall anyway, and you stop.    You keep your head facing the opening, your back to him, so he’ll be spared the added guilt that seeing your pain will cause him.    Even if he doesn’t love you, he cares about you, and you cherish that.

   “I forgive you,” you whisper back, hoping he doesn’t catch the tremor in your voice, hating that it’s there at all because he deserves better.

   You want to say so much more, to ask him every question you’ve ever had about him, but it’s too late. It’s all too late.    Walking down the ramp into the darkness of the night, it feels like something leaves you, and you hope that it’s your soul that somehow manages to claw away from you to stay with him.

   You hear the ship power up behind you, but you keep walking, refusing to look back.    And then he’s gone.

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Thank you for reading, and feel free to criticize, I’m always looking to learn and grow as a writer.

@deadhumourist @idreamofboobear @tanzthompson @winter-fox-queen @tiffanyleen @shsoba05 @toomanystoriessolittletime @nolanell @myfavpedrothings @harriedandharassed @bruxasolta @tintinn16 @littlemisspascal @sj-draws00 @gallowsjoker @spishsstuff @little-mrs-morales @bilibiche

[sukunasbabymama]

Latino gang, pt. 1

⌗ Summary: Toman’s guys dating a latina.

⌗ Pairing: Manjiro Sano (Mikey), Ken Ryuguji (Draken), Baji Keisuke, Chifuyu Matsuno, Mitsuya Takashi, Hakkai Shiba, Naoha Kawata (Smiley), Souya Kawata (Angry).

⌗ Warnings: Las tías chismosas.

⌗ A/N: my dominican ass is loving this a little too much pls someone take my phone. Also, I tried to make it as neutral as possible so everybody could enjoy it.

Request.

Manjiro Sano Mikey.

Can’t take him anywhere.

Your family just love him a little too much and you started to worry because you know they would actually take his side if you had an argument.

Starts blabbering Spanish words he heard you say at home to your grandma and she is delighted.

“Qué bonita” He says deadpan but in a soft tone, and she’s already dragging him to the kitchen to make him anything he wants to eat.

Has the same amount of tea for your tías about his friends of groups that they have for him about you.

If you don’t see him in the backyard go straight to the kitchen and he’s there in a corner with your mom talking shit about everybody.

Yup, even about you.

“Yes, mamá, one time she tried to fight me because I fell asleep after eating”

“Pero Dios mío! Everybody needs their nap time after the meal!” She says throwing you an offended look while Mikey is looking cocky behind her.

You don’t even bother to tell her that he fell asleep in the middle of the restaurant when y’all were already late for one of his meetings.

Go ahead and try to convince me he didn’t come out being a whole Ana Gabriel stan with his emo ass.🤨

Ken Ryuguji Draken.

That “let’s take things slowly”? Forget it.

You come from school and he’s in some shorts and shirt cleaning the house with your mom.

You’re there like 🧍🏾‍♀️

While your mom and him looked like their husbands left them for another family singing La Boda from Aventura.

On other days you wake up from a nap just to see him on the couch with your dad watching some bike race on the tv.

“Yes, that bike is good but it can be difficult with the route they gave— Yup, look at it!”

“Oh, son! Just like you say!”

Again you’re there like 🧍🏾‍♀️

CAN eat, no listen to me, he would eat EVERYTHING your mom cooked for him and would still agree to take some plates to the brothel.

One day you took his phone to put a song and found out that he has more Aventura songs than you on your own.

Baji Keisuke.

He thought he was tough till y’all went serious on the relationship and he sees your routines.

Why are you waking up so early to do the laundry? To clean the house? WHY ARE YOU WAKING UP EVERYBODY? You even woke up his cats because you were gonna wash their beds.

And, why the hell do you have to blast the music so loud, why are you singing like he broke your heart? You haven’t had an argument yet!! Who hurt you!!!

Cultural shock detected.

But he gets the hold of it rather quickly.

He finds the fun in your dances while mopping the floor so he goes and sweeps his bedroom while dancing to whatever song you’re blasting at the moment.

Watch him going to you with his hairband so you could make him a comfy hairstyle so his hair doesn’t get in the way while he’s helping you.

Get you mad on purpose and then sits quietly to heard you curse at him in Spanish. Does that religiously. Will look at you like your chanting opera.

Would bother you till you put “that one song that sounds romantic” and it’s Vete from Bad Bunny… the song is about a break up. You don’t say nothing.

End up with a “rolitas para trapear con Fabuloso” playlist.

Chifuyu Matsuno.

PLEASE LISTEN TO ME ON THIS ONE—

Manga? He doesn’t know them.

As soon as you introduced him to telenovelas mf is obsessed.

That’s how he won your mom. He started talking to her about Pasión de Gavilanes and she fell harder than you.

Now he goes religiously to your house every day to watch an episode with your mom.

Almost ended the whole relationship when you gave him a spoiler.

No, really, he was getting ready to throw hands with you in front of your mom.

Swears he’s learning Spanish with your mom but she’s actually just teaching him how to ask her for food.

Your grandma calls just to see him and doesn’t give a fuck if you get mad about that.

“Ay m’ija, just wanted to see el nene de la casa, stop being dramatic!!” And he’s all giggling like a high school girl because he can understand that.

Yeah, sorry to break it up to you, but you’re not allowed to break up with him now.

Not that you wanted to.

Mitsuya Takashi.

LISTEN—

He would make you give him a whole course on Selena Quintanilla because he heard she was a fashion icon.

Then one day he would come to your house with a whole bustier and your mom actually screams excited.

What he doesn’t know about latinos is that there’s no “when you use it one day”

Your mom tells you right away “put it on and model for us!” And he’s like 😨 n-now?

He also made one with the Toman logo and you used it just when you’re hanging out with him because that’s your little secret.

Let you made him a whole playlist for when he has to work a lot and can’t see you.

You put a bunch of Julieta Venegas, Chayanne, and Shakira’s oldie, just bc. And he loves every single one of them.

It's the favorite of your tías las chismosas because from time to time he made them some shirts and stuff, while you are judging his ass in the back.

"Why is it a bad thing that I made tía a shirt with the design she wants?"

"Cause she talks shit about everybody!"

"Not me though"

"Cause you keep making her clothes!"

"Then a that's a good thing, right?" Doesn't understand the chisme culture.

Always has a love-drunk face when you perform El chico del Apartamento 512 in the bustier he made for you.

You’re not even singing it in the right tone, he just likes to hear you talk, sing, everything in Spanish.

Hakkai Shiba.

Y’all can get in line if y’all want to fight me on this one or come at me all at the same time but…

He knows how to dance. Periodt.

And he dances really well.

He explained to you that every time he and Yuzuha were alone they would binge-watch a bunch of dance videos so he knows how to dance by that.

And then you teach him the basics in bachata.

He’s a natural!

Dance a little bit slower from what you know how it is but it’s okay!! You don’t know that much either!!!

Would dance with you in your room almost every day.

Y'all know those couples who have something banal that they do every single time they are together like eat certain food or nap? Y’all dance.

Has all the old popular bachata on his phone.

Gets intimidated by your cousins blowing him up with questions one time you facetime them with him.

They wanted to know if he was a model, and he if has friends that looked like him.

You say no in his place.

It’s more the baby of your house than the baby of your house.

One time you went out with Yuzuha to buy something for your mom and when y’all got back he was resting his head on your mom’s lap while they were watching a cooking show.

You and Yuzuha were like 🧍🏾‍♀️🧍🏾‍♀️

Isn’t he shy with…? Never mind, you can’t be happier that your mom loves him to that extend and that he’s that comfortable around her.

Yuzuha is part of the deal!! All���� the🗣 time🗣

She’s learning how to cook for when she has to do it for him from you and your mom.

What she doesn’t know is that he’s learning to do the same for her too.

Yup, you aren’t allowed to break up with this one either. Your mom would whoop your ass.

Nahoya Kawata Smiley.

This menace found his happy place.

He could die a happy man when he went the first time to your house.

Your mom? In love with his smile. You grandma? In love with his smile.

You? About to whoop his ass if he doesn’t stop telling you to ask your mom the recipe of the food she made.

You almost had to fight your cousins for him. And when they found out there’s another one like him? Yup, you may or may not have had to throw hands.

He’s fake.

He has that pretty smile for all your tías and uncles and then goes to the kitchen to talk shit about them with your mom.

Plss not even you have done that to that extent.

Why the fuck is your mom telling him about your auntie’s third divorce?!😭 she’s fake too.

Makes your brother the joke of the night.

Because your brother tried to intimidate him and got intimidated. By a guy with a smile.

Was on cloud 9 when he learned how some reggaeton could be dance. Almost faint after knowing that you could dance like that in front of your family.

Makes you teach him how to dance without looking like a clown but as soon as you bend down he has his hands on your ass. A clown.

Another one that gets happy when you are so mad you switch languages. Actively seeks ways of making you mad to hear you call him a pendejo.

Does it so much that he's starting to catch on when you are cursing at him and when you are threatening to beat his ass.

When you are alone in your room ask you to put songs that he can recognize and start singing them with his heart.

Tells you to look at him, that he’s learning Spanish really fast!

Whole-time you’re praying that he’s not summoning a demon in your room because you just cleaned it.

Souya Kawata Angry.

Almost cries from happiness when nobody got intimidated by his resting bitch face.

You talked about that with your parents beforehand. Not because they would get intimidated, but for them to hold their tongue.

Just like with his brother and with you, also get babied by your parents.

You think your mom doesn’t know his name because she just calls him “my baby”.

Was confused when you invited him to a party and told him to bring his brother, he was like “she wants me to go to meet her other family members with my brother? Isn’t that weird?”

Gets there and understand that everybody invites everybody and there are even some people who were brought by the boyfriends of your cousins and so on.

Gets overwhelmed by all the attention he’s getting from your tías and instead of running to your side goes to your mom.

You’re there offended as hell.

While your mom has him under her arm in an affectionate hug.

Is shocked to the core when he sees your drunk uncle sleeping on the floor in a corner.

Ask you if he needs help.

You say no.

Is so cute that even with his angry expression your tías don’t have venom for him. But they have for you as soon as you stop them mid-way when going to touch his hair.

No.

Your mom loves his cooking and he cooks ramen for her more than you cook at all.

Is shocked again when she starts talking about his ramen shop with his brother like it’s a family business.

He’s not offended, just fucking happy at the way all your family accepted him.

Not in a “that’s Y/N lil boyfriend” but as “that’s a family member and that’s it”

Loves your voices in your native language, plsss. He rests his head in your chest and hears you talk on the phone with your cousin religiously. Does it so much that he can say very clear "tú no sabeeeessss!"

Like Mikey, listen to Ana Gabriel because your mom taught him, but blast some Chayanne that your auntie showed him.

All the time you’re looking at him with a mocking expression because he has this resting bitch face while humming at the rhythm of El Cigarrillo.

@saturnmitsuya @milliumizoomi @haitanigigi @melaninnntae @yunho-leeknow @keimisan @welkinmoongrab @dai-tsukki-desu idk if y’all rock with this one cuz it has dem spanish part but– 😵‍💫

[woocury]

12:51 am

crying while under the rain

pairing: lee heeseung x fem! reader

genre: pure angst

“Happy monthsary, love!” I happily greet him, “happy monthsary, my love.” Sagot neto sabay halik sa noo ko, “I bought something for you.” He said again, “Haluh Hee, sabi ko naman sayo wa-“ Di ko na natapos yung sinabi ko ng makita yung ibibigay nya.

I hold back my tears, “My girl’s favorite flower.” My girl? Hee did you know that red roses was your ex’s favorite flower and that mine is tulips?

He noticed that I was very quiet and frozen, not getting the flower out of his hand, “Love? Hindi mo ba nagustuhan yung regalo ko sayo?” He asked sadly, I would love, but it’s your ex’s favorite flower not mine.

I sigh and smile, a tear rolled down my eyes, to which Heeseung panicked and quickly tried to hold my face but I gently hold his wrist, “Hee, red roses was Lia’s favorite flower, not mine.” I said and then kiss his hand, “You still love her, don’t you love?” I asked.

He just stays silent, “Silence means yes, my love.” I said and then chuckle softly, I wipe my tears, “Go love, you’re free, go to her. Go to where your home is.” I said while smiling.

Hurts like hell, I know. But his happiness comes first before all, even if it hurts and tear me into a thousand pieces. He looks at me, “How abo-“ “Don’t worry about me, Hee. You should worry about yourself, why didn’t you tell me you aren’t happy anymore? I could’ve have let you go sooner.” I cut him off and I hold his face, “Love, uwi kana. Uwi kana sa tunay mong tahanan.” I whispered to him and kiss his forehead.

His now crying, “Why are you crying my love?” I asked while wiping his tears, “You didn’t deserve this, love. I’m sorry.” He said, and he kept repeating saying ‘sorry’. “Shh, now now my love, cry all you want for now but after this I want you to be happy.” I said while rubbing his back.

“Pano ako magiging masaya kung alam kong nasaktan kita ng sobra?” Tanong neto, to which I just smile and another tear rolled down my eyes, I can’t break down infront of him. I can’t, I just can’t.

“Pero magiging masaya ako once na nasa kamay kana ng nagpapasaya sayo.” Sagot ko, tangina, naririnig ko yung puso kong nadudurog.

“It’s getting late na, love. I love you so much, thank you for everything.” I said, I looked at him, maybe one last time, I lean in to which he responded by leaning also, when our lips met, I feel the sparks everywhere and butterflies in my stomach, pero alam kong huli na to at wala ng kasunod pa.

I pulled away slowly, “Take care of her, alright? Make her the happiest.” I said and then walked away, and when I know that I’m far from his sight, that’s when I broke down.

3 years, 2 months, 8 weeks, and 56 days with you is the greatest years, months, weeks, and days that I have, and I thank you for that my love.

Maybe in another lifetime, tayo naman. Tatapusin natin ang pahina nating natapos kaagad.

Maybe in another lifetime, akin ka lang and sayo lang ako.

Maybe in another lifetime, wala nakong kahati.

In another lifetime, my love. Tayo naman ha. Paalam.

©️ woocury 2022

[pinkestpurple]

Going through my notes i found one from april 30 of my first reaction to Orym playlist so here it is.

Disclaimer: i wasn't going to post it so is kind all over the place. Some parts are in Spanish, i will translate it. And i curse a lot but is not in the mean way.

Wish You Were Here (cover) – Jim Well Tempered

Orym has made his peace. But some nights, it’s a little harder.

Empezamos como el ojete y yo llorando, orym acepta que will ya no esta pero no siempre es facil mas en el viaje que esta

(translation: It beings very bad and i am crying, Oryms accepts that Wil is not here anymore but is not always easy, and its worse in the journey he is in)

Man on the Moon – Zella Day

Orym and Will grew up together, trained together, and served together as Tempest Blades. And of course, fell utterly and blissfully in love.

Screaming, crying, throwing up

He Did – Anaïs Mitchell

Following his footsteps.

A liam character has daddy issues what a surprise

West Coast – Imagine Dragons

Will asked, and Orym said yes.

"Spend my days cursing my soul

Wishing I could paint my scars and make me whole

Oh, I know I could be better

But my love I won't give up"

La puta madre liam o brien, tu madre seguro una santa pero vos sos un forro hijo de puta, mirame cuando te hablo

(Translation: Son of a bitch Liam O'Brien, your mother is probably a Saint but you are a piece of shit son of a bitch, look at me when i talk to you)

"I'll change my ways if you would stay

And all your tears you have cried will go away"

Small Hands – Radical Face

The Halfling has a good heart, bless him. Yes, he has lost in life, like most have. But with years of wandering and wondering under his belt, Orym still holds onto his need to do right by home, to hold others up, and shield them in the face of danger. There is a lot of joy in helping others.

I need this small bean to take a fucking break

Man on a Mission – Oh the Larceny

Years went by without any answers or resolution. Orym traveled for most of that time, a son of the wind, lending a hand wherever he was able. But when the Voice of the Tempest summoned him home and offered him new purpose, it brought a drive and clarity that Orym had been missing for a very long time.

"Sweat comin' through my shirt

Keep pushin' even though it hurts

I'm chasing what I know is true

There's nothing that I would not do

When everyone around me drops

I'm never gonna ever stop"

Me encanta, si orym es un superheroe, esta cancion es la principal de su pelicula, i love him (I love it, if Orym is a superhero this song is the big song in his movie)

Also que tan lejos es orym capaz de llegar para saber la verdad y traer justicia? Let orym go ape shit !!! (Also how far is Orym willing to go for true and justice?)

Look Up – Joy Oladokun

Traveling Tal’Dorei and beyond, the road goes on and on and on.

Aunque aveces es dificil, se sigue, buscando la felicidad donde pueda, en tus compañeros, esta canción es sobre the crown keepers y voy a morir in this hill. (Although sometimes is hard, you keep going, you seek happiness in where you can, in your companions. This song is about the crown keepers and i will die on this hill)

"You tell yourself it's raining

The clouds are in your head

You tell yourself it's better

To jump before you fall again

Before you lose it all again

Look up

Do you see the sunlight?

Look up

There's flowers in your hair"

We’re Going to be Friends – The White Stripes

There is no good explanation for the Bells Hells. They are a bunch of stray-sheep, C Team misfits. But love and friendship defy things like reason and logic, and for whatever reason, it just. feels. right. Everybody into the blanket fort.

Everybody into the blanket fort 😭😭

This is so wholesome la puta madre

No pero posta esta cancion es re positiva y si bells hells es re esta vibe de los pibes que conoces en el colegio y haces quilombo, i love them

(This song is so positive, and the Bells Hells give the vibe that they are the guys you know since high school and you use to do shit with, i love them)

I Lost a Friend – Finneas

One got away though.

"Like time worrying about every bad thing that hasn't happened yet

I know I'll be alright

But I'm not tonight

I'll be lying awake

Countin' all the mistakes I've made

Replayin' fights

I know I'll be alright

But I'm not tonight

I lost a friend, I lost a friend"

Mirame a la cara y decime que esto no es sobre Dorian

Si esto significa que Orym siente que es su culpa que Dorian se haya ido me voy a pegar un tiro

El tarado seguro piensa que si lo hubiera protegido mas, si hubiera dejado de lado su mision, si hubiera hecho un esfuerzo mas para investigar sobre cyrus esto no hubiera pasado, I'm gonna go cry

(Look at me in the face and tell me this is not about Dorian.

If this means that Orym feels like is his fault that Dorian is gone i am going to kill myself.

The dumbass possibly thinks if he could protect Dorian more, or if he coukd leave his mission, or if he could put more effort in research about Cyrus this couldn't have happen, I'm gonna go cry)

And I'll be fine without him

But all I do is write about him

Orym solo puede piensa en Dorian, a blue flower in the storm, imogen, the blue flowers in Estani front garden, Dorian tenia el hechizo thunderwave, etc

(Orym only thinks about Dorian, a blue flower in the storm, imogen turning blue, the blue flowers in Estani front garden, Dorian has the thunderwave spell)

"Like it's been a couple days

Since I slipped and said somethin' sorta like your name"

"I'd apologize

If I thought it might make a difference

Or make you listen

I'd apologize

If it was black and white, but life is different

Just try to listen to me now"

Orym y Imogen diciendo "we miss you"

Liam o brien necesito un psicologo, pagame

(Orym and Imogen saying "We miss you".

Liam O'Brien i need a therapist, pay me.)

June Hymn – The Decemberists

Druidcraft, the most powerful spell.

Sin comentarios

(Without comments)

(I was probably crying here)

Low Red Moon – Belly

What does it mean, Matthew?

"Strange moon, strange land" y si hermano estan es exandria

(Yeah, bro, you are in exandria)

"Strange man" pensas de vos que sos un chabon raro orym? Sos el mas amable y normal que se ve de todo el grupo

(You think about yourself as a strange man Orym? You are the most kind and normal in this group)

"The old raising of an old hope

Brave and tatterd" 

"Strange moon, strange land, strange...

You made me cry when I was young,

And I was young.

Now I got strong arms,"

Todos jodemos con Laudna peleando a la luna pero sabemos que will tenia algo que ver con los ataques y cuando Orym se entere le va a enseñar lo que le enseñaron in his moon jiu jitsu class. Aparte la canción de la primera playlist donde le ruega a la luna y al sol que le devuelvan a will? Orym si conoce a un dios se va a cagar a piñas and i can't wait

(We all joke about Laudna fighting the moon but we know that Will has something to do with the attackers and when Orym finds out he is going to show it what he learned in his moon jiu jitsu class.

Besides the song of the fist playlist where he beggs the moon and the sun to give back will? If Orym knows a god he is going to beat the shit out of them and i can't wait)

(Disclaimer: this was before i watch exu)

Carry on Wayward Son – Kansas

Halfway across Exandria, Orym still hears their voices.

Liam O'Brien sabes lo que estan invocando poniendo esta cancion?

Si no hay paz cuando esta campaña termine te voy a agregar a la lista de personas que me mintieron con wayward son

(Liam O'Brien you know what you are invoking putting this song in?

If theres not peace when the campaign is done i will put it in the list of people who lie to me with wayward son)

Masquerading as a man with a reason

My charade is the event of the season

And if I claim to be a wise man, well

It surely means that I don't know

This is so orym la puta madre

Also que voices escuchas orym? Tu madre y la gente que dejaste a atras o crown keepers? Tiene mas sentido que sea la gente que dejo en Zephra

(Also what voices you hear Orym? Your mother and the people that you left behind or the crown keepers? I made more sense if is the people that live in Zephra)

Clair de Lune – Lofi Fruits Music, Chill Fruits Music

Golden hour on the cliffs of Zephra, the day giving over to night. Brothers and sisters of the Tempest Blades slowly stepping through their forms in unison, flower petals drifting on the wind. Home.

Liam posta ama ese lugar y amo que Orym quiera tanto su casa, y que todo lo que hace no solo sea para servir su hogar si no para honrarlo tambien.

Cada vez que Orym dice "I'm orym of the air ashari" se presenta y siempre lleva su gente con el, espero que podamos verlo en Zephra en esta campaña porque seria genial

(Liam really loves this place and Orym loves so much his home, and everything that he does is to serve it and to honor it.

Everytime Orym presents as "Orym of the Air Ashari" carries his people with him, i wish we could see him in Zephra in this campaign, that could be awesome.)

[forever-rogue]

Hello! Congrats on your follower milestone! 🥳🥳Can I request the prompt "Are you hitting on her for me?" with Pero Tovar? (I love the grumpy Spaniard) I'm a sucker for some hurt/comfort, but you decide where you want to take this. Thank you so much! 🥰🥰🥰🤗

Here we have just some soft, fluff! Enjoy!

Pero Tovar x Fem!Reader ; warnings: none

Pedro Characters Masterlist

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Working at the small, aging tavern wasn't an ideal situation but it was enough to pay the bills and then some. Plus free drinks every now and then. And getting to meet some interesting characters. Maybe it wasn't bad at all.

You had a lot of leeway and flexibility and if anything or anyone or anything ever got out of place, you were quick to put an end to it. Your fiery and no nonsense attitude had quickly earned you a reputation that you didn't mind.

So it was interesting when one particular man caused you to experience a bout of nerves. And hells, it wasn't even a stranger...this man had come around many times before whenever he was in the area which seemed to be an awful lot lately. Perhaps the mercenary had laid down his weapons and decided to take on a more and quiet life.

You'd catch his eye almost as soon as he'd walked in, offering up a nervous smile while he gave you a nod of acknowledgment. Was that a smile gracing his own features? 

Pushing away any thoughts - innocent or more lusty - you went back to preparing drinks for the Spaniard and his companion. It was just his usual, nothing fancy, and you quickly padded over to give it to them. Both men thanked you politely and you quickly scuttled away, ready to hide behind the counter. Your cheeks and whole body felt like they were on fire. And from what? A five second interaction in which you couldn't even meet his eyes? Pathetic, you chided yourself. 

Grabbing your previously discarded rag, you went back to scrubbing at the grimy counters.

The little looks and glances that were stolen between the two of you weren’t lost on either one of you. 

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And so, it appeared anyway, the two of you continued your little cat and mouse game for some time. And what a wickedly fun little game it was - Pero, you’d learned his name some time ago but found it too intimate to use it, even think it to yourself, would come in and spend his evenings having a drink and reading by himself or in the company of another. He’s started to make it a point to greet you eagerly, and try to hold small conversations with you, coaxing out bits and pieces of yourself. In turn you did the same to him, trying to get to know as much as possible about the former mercenary. But it had never led anywhere more than friendly conversations or lingering looks and salutations. The idea of proposing anything more seemed to knock the wind right out of your sails. Instead you continued to dance the same dance, going round and round again. 

Maybe one day you’d get over him. Him - Pero Tovar - the one that had managed to make you feel small and weak. Yet somehow...you thoroughly enjoyed how he made you feel.

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It was several months later when his companion, a man who’d also seen quite often, couldn’t take it anymore. But then again, there was only so much that could happen before it all gave way and snapped.

After a quiet round of drinks, the man had seemed to be having a lively discussion with Pero before shaking his head in amusement at the dark haired man. He stood up and shamelessly pointed at you, something you instantly noticed before making his way over. The look on Pero’s face was of shock and awe as he wished his friend would sit back down. 

“Wait,” he hissed through gritted teeth, “are you hitting on her for me?”

“You’re seemingly never going to do it,” he insisted with a coy little shrug, “might as well be me. I’m just pushing you both in the right direction!”

“I implore you to stop,” Pero groaned as his friend just gave him a wicked smirk but continued to walk towards you. He sighed heavily, wanting to slam his head on the table, “fuck.”

“Hello,” the pleasant voice caught your ear by surprise as you jumped from behind the counter where you had been organizing some supplies. Almost stumbling over your own feet, you caught yourself before offering him a small, but nervous smile.

“Hi,” you sounded as nervous as you felt, despite your best efforts, “h-how can I help you?”

“What was your name?” he asked as you gave it to him, trying your best not to glance back over at Pero, who was very pointedly looking away, “my friend over there, Pero, he’s quite smitten with you. He’d never admit it of course, but I figured if he wasn’t going to make a move I would for him.”

“I-I-I...umm. What?” seriously you couldn’t have heard him correctly. Pero...smitten with you? Impossible, “surely you have me mistaken for someone else. I’m just...I’m just…”

“The apple of his eye?” he challenged as you felt your whole face warm up, “he has not stopped talking about you for months. I told him that if he doesn’t gather up his courage and actually speak to you, I would do it for him. So here we are.”

“Oh,” you couldn’t but grin at his words, feeling Pero’s dark eyes on you, as he tried to read your reaction from the distance, “I...I’m quite fond of him too. He’s very kind...and handsome. He’s not like the others around here…”

“He’s a Spaniard!” he joked as you both laughed, “but if it should please you, I’m sure he’d be over the moon to enjoy your company.”

“Ay, that may be true,” you grinned from ear to ear, “but however, I still have duties to attend to.”

“How about we swap?”

“What?”

“Yes,” he held out his hand for the rag you were clutching onto, “how hard can it be? You speak to him, and I’ll handle the counter. Not like it’s terribly busy here, right?”

“I...okay,” you handed over the rag and shuffled around the counter, pulling your apron off and making quick work of discarding it as well, “thank you!”

Slowly making your way over to Pero, you watched as his face shifted through a series of emotions as he tried to remain calm. But before you fully approached him, he jumped out of his seat and pulled the chair opposite him out for you. Stopping short of him, you extended your hand to him, and he easily wrapped it up in his own, giving yours a firm squeeze, “Pero.”

“Querida,” he whispered softly before pointing at the chair. You sat down, wondering what the nickname - not that you minded. It sounded lovely coming from him either way, “I’m sorry about all that. He doesn’t know when to shut up.”

“It’s no matter,” you promised softly, “he’s right...I’ve been...wanting to spend time with you too. I just didn’t think it would be something that you wanted as well.”

“Of course it is,” he admitted, almost shy as a flush of red crept into his cheeks, “I’d really like that, I just needed a push in the right direction apparently.”

“Well,” you grabbed the old mug of ale on the table and knocked it against his, “cheers to that.”

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Six Months Later

“Pero,” you grinned at the tickle of mustache as he kissed along your jaw and neck, your name spilling reverently off of his lips. You couldn’t help but as his hands found purchase on your waist as you tried to give him a gentle push back, “anyone can see, silly man!”

“Let them see,” he insisted in a low, teasing voice, “what are they going to do?”

“Brand us as the sinners we are,” you reminded him as you pulled his face up to meet yours, “they’re all the same - just like us - but you know how people get.”

“Then we’ll run away,” he suggested softly, and you weren’t sure if he was joking or quite serious. He traced a hand over your features, gently resting his hand on your cheek before pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead, “we’ll go and live in sin by the sea - just the two of us.”

“What if I wanted more than living in sin?” you asked softly, biting on your lip as you tried not to seem too forward, “I want it all, with you my love.”

“I will marry you in a heartbeat if you want it,” he promised as you nodded before beaming at him, “and make the most honest woman out of you for the world to see, while remaining sinful behind closed doors.”

“Such lofty promises,” you stole a quick kiss, “but will you make good on it? Truly?”

“Of course,” he insisted with a soft nod, “you are everything, querida, and I will give you everything you want.”

“A cottage by the sea, marriage, and perhaps a babe or two?”

“Consider it done,” Pero grinned from ear to ear as he picked you up and spun you in his arms, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Pero Tovar,” you whispered softly, “more than you will ever know.”

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I have no idea if requests are open, so feel free to ignore!

Javier x reader, enemies to lovers with an injured and quietly scared reader?

Not impossible (Javier Peña x Reader)

Not my GIF

A/N: Hey! I’m sorry this took so long anon! I’ve had a lot of stuff to do outside of writing with sucks but I’m slowly working my way through my other requests so hopefully it won’t be too long before they’re up as well! Thank you for being patient with me. Also, I’m not very good at writing the whole enemies to lovers trope so this is about as good at that gets... but I hope it’s good enough for you. Enjoy. Sorry for any mistakes. Stay safe.

Genre: Angst, fluff

Warnings: Fem!reader, mentions of injury, mentions of blood, Javi is a struggling man, hospitals, Steve being a smart ass, my terrible writing

Summary: In his job, Javier gets proven wrong about a lot of things he though impossible, and he’s about to get proven wrong again

“You’re a real fucking piece of work, you know that?”

“Oh, and you’re not?” She retorted as she pushed him out the way. “Why do you have to be such a dick all the time, Peña?” She muttered under her breath as she began pressing the buttons on the copier.

“I could as you the same thing” he said, folding his arms over his chest as he watch her take her sweet time, intending to piss him off. And it was working. “Could you be any slower? Other people have work to do as well you know?”

“Oh sweetheart, I’m sure the girls will be happy to wait for you a little while longer” she taunted giving him a sweet smile. This only angered him further, more many reasons. But the main one being he hated that that was how she thought of him. But he had only himself to blame for his reputation.

The copier beeped a few times and she pulled out the few sheets of paper there was. “There, happy now?” She said before walking past him, purposely bumping her shoulder against his.

“Very” he muttered as he went about doing his own work, but his eyes wandered over to her, watching as she walked away. Watching the way her hips swayed slightly with every step. How her hair bounce to. And how she always walked with such purpose.

He knew he was in deep for her, but it was clear she didn’t feel the same.

He didn’t exactly know why they had the relationship they did, but ever since she started working for the DEA, they had just clashed. They had never seen eyes to eye and disagreed on just about everything. The only thing the did agree on being that they didn’t get on. And every agent new it. They didn’t exactly try to hide their distaste for each other. They made it very obvious.

This lead to obvious speculation about the true nature of their relationship. It came down to the classic “they’re only mean because they like you” sort of idea. Every other agent was convinced that they were actually together. And with relationships between agents being pretty much forbidden, they all seemed to come to the same conclusion that they were in face horrible to each other as an excuse to spend more time with each other and not let on that they were in face dating.

But this wasn’t the case. Unfortunately. They’re weren’t dating. Much to Javier’s dismay.

“You still with us?” Came a voice from beside him pulling him from his thoughts.

Javi looked and saw Steve standing beside him “yeah..” Javi said, clearing his throat and collecting his copies.

“What took you so far away?” Steve teased as he followed after his partner back to their desks. Javi just huffed in response, he never gave Steve a straight answer to questions lien that. He knew that what ever he answered he would just pester him about the same thing over and over again “it was (Y/N) again, wasn’t it”

For fuck sake.

“No Steve” Javi lied “it was about going home to get away from this shit”

“Well, to add more shit to the pile, Messina wants to see you”

“When?”

“Now”

“What the fuck for?” Javi sighed rubbing his forehead.

“Didn’t say. But it doesn’t look like you’re going to be alone for whatever it is” Steve nodded his head over to Messina’s office. Javier turned around and saw (Y/N) walking in. Javi only sighed again and pushed himself away from his desk and took his time walking up to Messina’s office.

-

“Me and...(Y/N)? Ma’am, all due respect-“

“Messina” she corrected for what seemed like the hundredth time “or boss. And are you questioning my decision?”

“W-Yeah actually I am. I don’t think sending me and (Y/N) out into live fire is a good idea”

“You two are DEA agents. Not children. You are both going on this mission whether you like it or not, and I expect the two of you to behave appropriately and professionally” Messina looked between the two of the, (Y/N) being all too quiet beside Javi. “Is that understood?”

“Yes, boss” (Y/N) nodded, those were the first words she had spoke in a while. She shot her eye over to Javi who had no choice but to agree.

“Yeah, fine...” he mumbled.

“Good, I expect you on site with in the hour. And be careful both of you. Look out for each other” Messina told them as she handed (Y/N) a file with the location and target.

(Y/N) nodded her head, taking the file and leaving, Javi following close behind trying to get a look at the file. She held the file up to him and he took it from her. “You only had to ask” she muttered. They both found themselves standing in her office, she walked around to her desk and pulled her gun out of her drawer while Javi stood in the doorway looking through the file.

“You can’t kill” he told her quietly, his eyes not leaving the page with the target on. This was a murder mission. And he knew she couldn’t kill anyone, even if it was for the sake of the job.

“But you can...” she said.

“You make it sound as if I enjoy it” he scoffed “as if it’s easy...”

“I know it’s not easy Javier. If it was, everyone would do it. But it takes a whole lot of bravery and courage to pull the trigger and end someone’s life, regardless of who they are. You are braver and more courageous than I could ever be”

He let out a light laugh and lifted his head to look at her “(Y/N), that almost sounded like a compliment”

A hint of a smile ghosted over her perfect lips as she averted her gaze from his back down to her gun “yeah well...don’t let it get to your head. I need it clear if we’re both going to make it out alive”

“Eso es frío” (that’s cold) he chuckled with the shake of his head.

“You know I can speak Spanish right?” She told him.

“Since when?” He asked a little shocked, but now questioning himself as to whether he’s ever let slip his feelings for her in his native tongue or not. She hadn’t ever said anything.

“Since always. So, whilst you can probably talk about Steve behind his back, you’re going to have to try harder do to it with me” she said before walking past him.

“Eres algo más” (you are something else) Javier muttered.

“Lo sé, pero tú también” (I know, But so are you) she called back to him.

Well, if he wasn’t already head over heels for her, her definitely was now.

-

She examined the room, her gun held steadily in front of her as she looked, but it was empty. There was no one there. She lowered her gun and reached for her radio, holding down the button “there’s no one here Javi” she said.

“There has to be” Javi’s voice came through, it wasn’t the clearest audio but she knew what he was saying. “Where are you?”

“Upstairs in the-“ she didn’t get a chance to finish before she heard a creek in the floor boards beside her. She looked and saw their target emerging from a cut in the walls, gun raised and pointing straight towards her.

(Y/N) reached for her gun but it was all too late for that. She somehow managed to manoeuvre herself so that the bullet didn’t go through her head, but she wasn’t quick enough to dodge it completely.

Her leg seemed to just...stop. She fell to the floor crying out in pain as like a wounded animal. The bullet was hot as it imbedded itself into her thigh. The gun had dropped from her hands and fallen to the floor. Her hands were of better use holding her thigh she thought.

The guy was shot dead and Javi quickly appeared in the room, but she could barely make him out through her tears. In all her time as a field agent, she never thought she’d ever get shot. She was too focused, but it seemed this time, her feelings for Javier got in the way.

“Fucking hell (Y/N)!” Javier yelled as he raced to her side, his gun too being forgotten on the floor next to hers.

“Javi...I-It hurts” she sobbed.

“I know baby” he whispered. She didn’t really take much notice of the name, nor did he. There were more pressing matters at hand that his slip of the tongue. He reached around her to the back pocket of her vest, knowing she would have a bandage of some kind in there. He smiled a little to himself as he pulled it out. “Hold still for me (Y/N)” he said gently as he moved her hands from her leg.

“D-Don’t touch it” she sniffed.

“I’m not gonna touch it. But I need to wrap it so you don’t bleed out” Javi carefully began wrapping the bandage around her wound tightly. She let out quiet whimpers of pain for which he apologised.

“Can you stand?” He asked when he had finished wrapping her wound.

“I-I think so..” he took her hands and helped her get to her feet but her leg gave out again sending her into his chest. His arms instantly wrapped around her to make sure she didn’t fall back to the floor.

“I’m sorry..” she whispered as she tried to stand again.

“It’s fine” he whispered before lifting her into his arms bridal style. She didn’t really have the strength to protest, and she didn’t want to either. It felt nice to be held in his strong arms.

Javi took it upon himself to bring her to his car and drive her as quickly as he could to the hospital. She struggled to keep her eyes open but he kept talking to her and holding her hand as often as possible to keep her mind active to insure she didn’t pass out on him. “Stay awake for me (Y/N). You’re going to be okay”

-

Javier sat outside her hospital room, his head in his hands and his leg bouncing nervously. He hadn’t moved from that chair since he first sat down in it about three hours ago. He was too scared to leave. Scared the nurse would come out and he wouldn’t be there. Or (as unlikely as this was) (Y/N) would ask for him and he wouldn’t be able to see her.

He was far too stressed out to do anything. And he was too scared to move.

“Javi!” Steve called to him as he jogged down the hallway towards him. Javi looked up at his partner but didn’t have the energy to actually respond with words. “How is she?” Steve asked when he stopped in front of his friend.

“Alive...at least” Javier muttered “they’re uh..running some tests. Want to make sure she doesn’t have an infection or anything. My attempt at patching her up was shit and wasn’t enough to stop the bleeding...”

“Fuck man” Steve said as he sat beside Javi “I’m sorry this shit happened. Did you get the bastard who did it?”

Javi just nodded and lowered his head rubbing his hands together. “Hey, just think, it could’ve been a whole lot worse” Steve tried to offer him some comfort but he didn’t really know what to say.

“It could’ve been a whole lot better” Javi retorted.

Steve didn’t get a chance to say anything else before the door to (Y/N)’s hospital room was opened and a nurse emerged. Javi and Steve immediately stood catching her attention.

She gave a gentle smile to them “Ella está bien para tener visitas. Pero ella puede desvanecerse dentro y fuera de la consciouncia” (she’s okay to have visitors. But she may fade in and out of consciousness) she told them quietly. Steve didn’t get a lot of what she was saying, something about ‘she’s okay’ and ‘conscious’.

“Gracias” Javi nodded to her. She smiled again before leaving them.

“I didn’t get a lot of that” Steve admitted.

“She’s okay. But she’ll probably fall in and out of sleep if we go in there” Javi translated for him. “Do you want to go in first?” He asked pointing his thumb at the door.

“No, you go in first. She’ll be happier to see you than she will me” Steve said patting Javi on the shoulder.

“She hates me...” Javi mumbled.

“Yeah, sure she does” Steve nodded a long, a knowing look on his face “I’ll go tell the boss. Take your time in there” Javi couldn’t reply before Steve was walking away leaving him alone.

He looked towards the door and hesitantly reached out for the handle before pushing it down and opening the door.

She was awake when he walked in. Staring out of the window on the opposite side of the room. Her fingers scraping anxiously against the blanket that was draped over her. He drew in a sharp breath before walking into the room, closing the door behind him. He didn’t say anything to her at first he knew she was aware of his presence.

Javi sat in the chair beside her bed. She was facing away from him and he didn’t know what to say to her. Anything he did say probably wouldn’t mean much to her. Anything he wanted to say wouldn’t mean anything either.

So for a while they sat in silence. The only other sounds were the quiet shuffling and muffled noises from outside the room and the annoying but somewhat comforting beeping of the heart monitor she was attached to.

Javier’s eyes trailed up and down her body. Her leg was slight elevated and wrapped up in a few layers of bandage. A wire attached to her arm. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like any of what he was seeing. But he was glad she was alive. But he knew she wasn’t okay.

“What’s wrong with me Javier?” She asked quietly. Her voice and question startling him slightly.

“You were shot (Y/N). They’re just running some tests to see if you have an infection-“ He answered but she cut him off before he could completely finish.

“That’s not what I mean” she said turning her head, their eyes meeting and he hated the sadness and pain he saw within them. “What’s wrong with me?” She asked again.

Javi didn’t answer for a moment. He was trying to pull his thoughts together, he wanted to give her the honest answer but he didn’t think now was the time for him to confess his love for her.

“You’re human (Y/N)” he told her quietly. Javi hesitantly reached out and took her small cold hand in his larger, warmer ones “No one can expect you to force yourself to do things as drastic as taking a life”

“That’s my job Javi” she laughed weakly “What kind of DEA agent am I if I can’t even do my job?”

“You’re one of the best agents we have. These things happen (Y/N), don’t beat yourself up over it” he told her.

“They don’t happen to you...” she said. “These things don’t happen to you Javi”

“No” he agreed “far worse things happen to me. I have a far worse pain to deal with”

“What’s that?”

“I have to watch the ones I care about get hurt or killed. And all I can do is stand idly by and watch...wishing it was me instead...”

Her bottom lip began to tremble as she watch a look of sadness wash over his face. She tried to squeeze his hand in reassurance but she was too tired and too weak. But he must’ve felt something because he looked to their joined hands a smiled a little. “Javi...” she sighed quietly. “I don’t want it to be you...” she told him.

He removed one hand from hers and brought it up to rest on her cheek, gently rubbing his thumb over her soft skin. She leaned into his touch and managed to squeeze his hand gently. Maybe it was just the drowsiness getting to her which was making her more affectionate towards him. But he wanted to believe it was because she liked him back, but he knew it was impossible.

The hand on her cheek brought her unbelievable warmth and comfort and it was making her sleepy. She struggled to keep her eyes open, her head falling deeper and deeper into the pillow.

“Maybe you should get some sleep” he said quietly.

“Will you stay?” Her voice was small and quiet but she couldn’t open her eyes when she asked her questions, slowly she found herself falling asleep, still holding his hands.

“If you want me to” he smiled.

She hummed “want you..to...” her voice seemed to trail off as her head rolled to the side a little more than it already was.

Javier waited a moment before he voice her name, testing to see if she was in face asleep. When she didn’t respond he came to the conclusion she was in fact asleep. He let her be, knowing she needed rest after the traumatic events of the day. But he wasn’t going to leave her.

Whilst in there, the nurses flittered in and out making sure she and he were okay. And even as the sun began to set, she show no intention of waking up. But the constant beep of the heart monitor was comfort enough for him to know she was still alive.

He rested his elbow on the bed and raised her weak hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles before resting his forehead against it. “You know, I have half a mind to tell Crosby and Messina to ban your from field duty after this. To save me from having to go through this again” his voice was quiet as he spoke, he was scared of waking her but also he didn’t want her to hear what he had to say. “Fuck (Y/N). You got lucky. That could’ve been a whole lot worse. You could’ve-“

He stopped himself quickly, feeling a lump beginning to form in his throat and his eyes burning with tears “but you’re okay. That’s what I have to remember. And...and when you wake up...I’ll tell you. Tell you how I feel. Tell you I love you. And that I’m sorry I’m such an asshole to you. It’s a shitty excuse but...I’ve never felt like this about someone before and...it’s fucking scary. I guess I...I just don’t know how to...deal with it...”

She drew in a deep breath and shifted slightly making him look over to her face to see if she had woken up, but it seemed she was still completely out of it. Javi pressed another kiss to her hand, longer this time before bringing it back down to the bed. “I’ll let you rest (Y/N)” he whispered before leaning back in his chair. His eyes and hand never leaving her before he found himself drifting off to sleep as well.

When he woke up again, it was due to the light filtering through the window on the far side of the room, and also the sound of the nurse flittering about the room and checking on (Y/N) who was still asleep. Javier groaned as he attempted to stretch his arms above his head but he was hindered slightly when he noticed that their hands were still joined at her side.

“Buenos dias, Agente Peña” the nurse smiled gently over to him. Javi was a little concerned at the fact he had fallen asleep, he didn’t know what time it was. Was he late for work? And why did he suddenly care if he was?

“¿que hora es?” (What time is it?) he asked.

The nurse looked at the watch on her wrist “9:32” she told him.

He was late. Very late.

“Fuck” he swore under his breath.

“You might like to know that a man who you were with before came by to tell you not to come in to work today” she said, her English wasn’t the best but he understood what she was saying.

(Y/N) groaned from the bed catching both of their attention. Javier leaned forwards slightly and tightened his grip on her hand. “(Y/N)?” He said quietly.

“Javi...” she managed a soft smile as she slowly opened her eyes to look at him.

“How are you feeling?” He asked her.

“Happy..” she said.

“You’re the only person in the world then that has felt happy after being shot” he laughed quietly.

“No...happy because you’re here” she told him.

Her words caught him a little off guard and he looked up to the nurse but she had at some point slipped out of the room. “I think you’re still a little hazy from whatever it was they put in you”

“No Javi. I know what I’m saying. I owe you my life. You saved me”

“I’d hardly call it that...” he muttered as he looked away. She squeezed his hand tightly, proof that she was coming back to herself. “I was doing what you would do”

“I’m not just talking about yesterday” she said “I’m talking about every day before that...I know that...we have a strange relationship...but...just having you in my life...it gives me a reason to go on”

“What are you talking about (Y/N)?”

“I’m...I like you Javi. A lot. And I didn’t ever saying anything because...well you never exactly made it easy” she laughed “but I...you probably don’t do relationships but...” she didn’t finish her words. She turned her head to look away from him and pulled her hand from his. She felt like an idiot in confessing to him. She knew it was impossible that he would like her back. He hated her.

But he didn’t.

“(Y/N)” he whispered as he reached over to press his hand against her cheek to turn her head to face him again.

“I’m sorry” she apologised.

“For what?”

“I feel like I’ve now...made things even worse between us...”

“Hey, I may be an asshole but I am capable of feelings. And I like you too”

“Y-You do?” She spoke in barely a whisper, she was a little too shocked by his words. He nodded to her. Her face broke out into a bright smile and reached over to take his face in her hands pulling him closer and pressing her lips to his. She wasn’t quite in control of her actions but that didn’t stop her from continuing. And he didn’t hesitate in kissing her back.

“And it’s about time too” came a voice from the doorway making them both jump away from each other. They looked over to the door to see Steve standing there looking all to proud of himself. “About time you two got together. It’s a real pain in my ass trying to be the middle ground between you. And it will also settle the chatter around the office”

“Do you know how to knock?” Javi asked.

“Yeah” Steve nodded.

“Then go out and try it” Javier pointed to the door and Steve laughed and left the room, closing the door behind him, but there was no knock that followed.

“It seems like we’ve apparently made a lot of people happy” he chuckled. She nodded and gave him a gentle smile.

“Are you happy?” She asked him quietly.

“Beyond happy”

18/01/21

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[thefloorisbalaclava]

Pero Tovar Pirate AU

Chapter 4: Fish in the Sea

Pairing: Pero Tovar x Black F!Reader

Warnings: Sailing through a storm, injury, hurt/comfort (sorta?)

A/N: You catch yourself being stubborn again and this time it ends badly for you but Pero refuses to give up on you.

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“A storm is coming,” Pero warned as he ate breakfast with the crew. You quietly walked up behind him and a few of the men saw you coming. Some scattered, some glared.

“A storm's comin' all right,” one said, nodding at you and Pero turned around. He smiled and your heart beat faster until you looked away.

“What’s this about a storm?” you asked.

“We should prepare for a storm. I can feel one on the horizon,” he said.

“A bad one?” You looked past him out to the sea.

“Could be. No reason to be afraid, I will protect you,” he said proudly.

“Oh, that’s reassuring.” You rolled your eyes. “I ain’t afraid though and I don’t need protecting.” You looked at him again. “Why are you staring at me?”

“What does your hair look like without the scarf around it?” He eyed your hair as if he were trying to picture it himself.

“It’s…hair…” you told him, touching at the hair that peeked from beneath the wrap.

“I know that and I can see the color but I want to know what it is like—is it long, short? Is it soft?” He almost reached out to touch the hair that was exposed but thought better of it.

“Why this sudden interest in my hair? Is it because you have never been…around women like me?”

“I have been around plenty of women,” he chuckled but then cleared his throat. “If you won’t answer that then answer this. Why do you do that?” he asked.

“Do what?”

“Get defensive whenever I ask you anything that may teach me more about you?” He tilted his head.

“I…why do you…” You looked at everything but him. “We should prepare for this storm.” You walked around him and he shook his head as you walked away.

It was none of his damn business. Why should you tell him anything about you? The wind blew and the spray from the sea sprinkled onto your face. You closed your eyes and smiled. It was one of your favorite things.

“Can you smell the rain?” Pero asked behind you, making you jump.

“I smell the salt from the sea,” you said without turning.

“Look, I came to ask you something,” he said and you turned to him. He looked somewhat handsome in this light. You looked away.

“What?”

“You must promise not to take offense,” he began.

“I’m not promising you a thing,” you snapped. “What is it?”

“I believe the storm will be bad so…you should stay inside.” He said it quickly as if that would make you less angry.

“Stay inside? You think some storm frightens me why? Because I am a woman?” You crossed your arms over your breasts and waited for his response.

“That is not why,” he mumbled. “It is because…” He stopped talking.

“Because what? Speak, man! You’ve never had a problem doing it before!” Suddenly, he moved in close to you and grabbed your arms.

“If you would ever give me the chance to speak I would!” he whispered angrily. You looked down at his hands on your arms then back up into his brown eyes. There was no malice in them.

“Well?” Your voice sounded small.

“I want you to stay inside because I do not want anything to happen to you. I will be busy trying to make sure the ship stays afloat. I cannot keep my eye on you as well.” He loosened his grip on your arms and sighed. “I know you will not listen, but I thought I’d try.”

“I am not afraid of a storm, Tovar. I will be out here on deck when it is happening just like the rest of you. I must protect my ship.” You backed away from him then turned and walked away. This time, he didn’t follow.

You sat alone in the captain’s quarters as you usually did while you ate and drank, listening to the men talk and laugh on deck. There was a small mirror sitting on the table so you picked it up and looked at yourself. You eyed the door then looked at the mirror again before reaching up and untying the scarf from your head.

Your hair was thick and untamed but beautiful. You loved everything about it. No, it did not flow down your back the way you used to wish it had, but it had become something you loved about yourself even if others hadn’t. You certainly knew that Pero preferred the women with the flowing hair.

“Stop thinking of him!” you said to yourself, slamming the mirror down. Someone knocked on the door and you rushed to get the scarf back on your head.

“It’s me,” Pero announced.

“Uh…give me a minute!” You quickly wrapped your hair again but didn’t double check. “Come,” you told him and he walked in. “Surprised you waited. Usually you just barge right in.”

“These are my quarters as well as yours, señora.” He walked over to where you were then froze, staring at something on your forehead.

“What are you staring at? Is there something on me?” You looked up towards your forehead. He reached out and you flinched at first but all he did was tuck a loose strand of hair under your scarf. “Oh…thank you. Is that all you came to do?”

“Uh…no…I…the storm…” he stammered.

“You’ve told me, Tovar.”

“What I mean to say is that it’s picking up. The wind especially. Will you please stay inside?” he pleaded.

“No.” You walked to the doors and opened them to pouring rain and the men scrambling about the deck. “Time to batten down the hatches, boys!” you yelled over the rain and walked onto the deck to help where you could as Pero groaned angrily behind you.

“You call this a storm?!” you shouted to Pero who seemed to have all his attention on you though he had said he wouldn’t be able to.

The wind blew harder and the rain stung your skin but you stayed strong. The ship rocked with each hug wave and you found yourself stumbling. You held on as you looked out over the stormy seas. These waves were bigger than any you had ever seen. Maybe Pero was right.

No sooner had you thought that then you heard a loud crack and the men shouting.

“We lost the-" Was the last thing you heard before something hit you square in the chest and overboard. You hit the water hard and sank quickly and were already winded by whatever had hit you so you tried swimming up to the surface.

Air, air, air was all you could think. You made it to the surface, gasping for air but soon you were back under again, feeling as though you were being dragged down by something. The worst thing you could do was panic but you may not be able to control yourself in a moment. Your vision started to go blurry and you felt a strange sense of relaxation.

You were born to the sea and now you return, you thought. You weren’t afraid to die. Hell, you didn’t have much to live for, but so soon? It wasn’t fair.

You gave into the sea, for you could not fight it. It was where you belonged anyway. You sank and sank and sank and your world went black.

“Why has she not woken up yet?” Pero asked the doctor once again. Well, the closest thing the crew had to a doctor. They had taken him on from a British man-o-war.

“She has taken on a lot of water, sir, and I think a few of her ribs are broken which could have easily punctured her lungs. She could even be bleeding internally from being hit so hard and hitting the water at the force she did,” the man said nervously.

“Well, fix it! Is that not what you are here for?!” Pero shouted. He looked down at you just lying there—unmoving, barely breathing, eyes closed. In all honesty, he would prefer you yelling at him right now. He would do anything to hear you say something.

The doctor began to pull your shirt up and Pero grabbed him by his shirt and threw him to the ground. The man whimpered and held his hands up defensively.

“What are you doing to her?” Pero asked, standing over the man.

“I must look under her shirt…” the man said and Pero moved in on him, making him flinch. “To see what damage has been done!” he added, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Oh…well…” He helped the man to his feet. “Everyone out!”

“I will keep her...covered as best as I can if you help me,” the doctor said and Pero was at the bedside in a flash.

“What do you need me to do?”

“When the time comes, you may need to help me sit her up so I can bandage her properly. Right now, I am only lifting her shirt to feel for any broken ribs. Just hold her in case she wakes and starts thrashing…”

“Thrashing? You’re going to hurt her?” Pero asked, getting angry again.

“Not on purpose. I swear.”

“Fine.” Pero sat on the bed carefully and held you down firmly but not enough to hurt. You were already in pain even if you couldn’t feel it yet. The doctor began pulling up your shirt and Pero looked away, deciding to concentrate on your face instead. The doctor poked and prodded, but you hadn’t woken up. Then he leaned in close to your mouth to listen. Then moved down to your chest.

“Hey…” Pero started.

“Just listening. She certainly has fluid in there but it’s not too bad. I would say at least two of her ribs are broken but there is no internal bleeding. She should be okay if-"

“Should? What does that mean?” Pero had only just realized he was still holding onto you.

“With the fluid in her lungs it is possible she could get an infection but as long as we watch her closely, she should get through it. She will get through it,” the doctor assured him.

“She better or I will throw you overboard and find a new doctor for my ship…” He looked at you. “For our ship.”

“Yes, sir.” The doctor stood and grabbed the bandages the men had prepared for him. “Um…does she have clean and dry clothes somewhere?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

“She cannot stay in these wet things. She will most certainly get sick then.”

“Well, I don’t know where her clothes are. She can...she can have some of mine,” Pero offered. He stood and ran over to where he kept his clothes and grabbed a shirt, and a pair of britches then ran back and just stood there staring down at you. “Do we have to take...” He swallowed hard.

“Shirt first so I can wrap bandage. Help me sit her up.”

Pero sat on the bed nervously and helped the doctor pull you into a sitting position. He cut the wet shirt away and Pero looked away. Luckily, the bandages covered the things he should be seeing. He quickly put the shirt on you and laid you back down carefully.

“Now the britches,” the doctor said, and Pero hesitated.

“Now?” He held onto the pants nervously as the doctor cut and tore the wet skirt you were wearing away. His hands shook as he slipped the britches on, tying the strings with nervous fingers. “Okay.” He threw the blankets over you and finally took a breath after holding it for so long. “What now?”

“We wait. I can stay with her or-”

“I will stay,” Pero offered. “This is where I stay anyway. I don’t need the sleep.”

Pero watched you nervously, sometimes sitting, sometimes pacing. “Stubborn even when you aren’t conscious,” he joked to make himself feel better. “It has been hours since anyone has yelled at me so...I think it’s about time you change that. Wake up,” he commanded, sitting down again. You laid there, unmoving, unresponsive. “I said wake up. I know you don’t like when I tell you what to do but I simply demand you to wake.”

Nothing.

He looked at you and reached out slowly to touch your hair, which he could finally see fully. It was still damp. “So...this is what it looks like, huh? I know I asked you to show me, but this is not what I had in mind,” he joked. “For the love of God, please wake up! Yell at me! Glare at me! Something!”

Then you moved, groaning painfully. You coughed a few times and Pero leaned in closer. “Pero...” you croaked.

His eyes widened and he smiled. “Dios mío,” he exclaimed. “The one time you choose to listen to me...”

“What happened?” you asked weakly.

The smile fell from Pero’s face. “You did not listen to me, that’s what happened,” he said angrily. “You were knocked into the water and someone had to jump in to save you.”

“Who?”

He leaned in close to you again. “Me,” he said through his teeth. “You could have died all because you are so stubborn.”

Suddenly you touched his arm and he looked down at it. “I’m sorry, Pero...and thank you.”

“I guess this will quite the story to tell, hm? You survived a maelstrom.”

“Because of you.”

“I like it, by the way,” he said.

“Like what?”

“Your hair.” He looked at it and smiled. When he saw you try to reach up and touch it, he stopped you. “Don’t move too much. Get some rest. You’re going to be lying there for the next few weeks.”

“Weeks?” you whined.

“Weeks. And this time you will listen to me and stay there. Now...sleep.” He pointed at you for emphasis but you both ended up smiling.

“Yes, capitán.” You tried to laugh but it only made the pain worse. “Ow.”

“You scared me,” he confessed. “I don’t like that.”

“I said sorry.”

“I know but...forget it. I will let you sleep. If you need anything, I’ll be right here.” He sat in the chair beside your bed.

“Fine. Goodnight, Pero.” You closed your eyes and he leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. “And thank you,” you whispered.

When he was sure you were asleep, he prayed over you and thanked whoever was up there for letting him save you. It was then he realized that he would do it all over again if he had to.​

[softrozene]

Reacting to their crush/future significant other who has scars

I hope I have Katakuri’s character down! It is my first time writing for him officially, so I am excited! As for this whole request? You got me excited the second you mentioned John Marston’s scar. I got too pumped up for this that I ended up doing these as scenarios with bonus headcanons! I really hope you like this Lovely and apologies for it taking so long to get to!

Charlotte Katakuri, Trafalgar Law x Reader (Gender Neutral/Non-Binary)

Warnings: Slight angst, Fluff, hints of past violence/trauma from battles, scars

Words: 1758

Charlotte Katakuri-

*Uh this bro is so tall so um pretend you are the same height, he’s hunching down, or you are on a ladder or something lol

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Katakuri glances around the room feeling a slight annoyance. His betrothed is late. Though thinking of them does make him feel emotionally calmer it does not excuse that they are late. Especially since he wanted to speak with them about something important.

Just then, the door to his room flies open and his betrothed comes in panting from an obvious rush. You look a bit flustered from being late, but you quickly compose yourself. It is something Katakuri admires since you are similar to him. Calm and levelheaded most of the time but upon getting this arranged marriage- Both of you have become accustomed to different fluttery feelings when with each other.

Katakuri has no idea how to feel about it (and is not aware that he is crushing) but he concludes it to be a good thing since he enjoys your company.

“Sorry I am late Katakuri. Perospero and I were having tea and he wanted me to start calling him Brother Peros from now on then on the way here I ran into Compote who wanted to have a serious talk about my family’s new alliance with Big Mom. I assured her that I am with you guys all the way and that they will follow her. Anyway, enough excuses, what did you wish to talk about?” You ask trying to stop your fingers from fidgeting.

Since you walked in all he has done is stare you down and usually, it would not bother you, but you honestly felt bad for being late. You wanted to be the perfect partner for him since all he has done is shown you kindness since the announcement of your engagement.

“I wanted to finally speak-“ He pauses as he hesitates.

This is something he does a bit often with you- Use his Observation Haki to foresee into the future is something he often does but he does more so with you when you have talked so he does not misstep. He quickly continues after you are about to ask him what is wrong.

“I apologize for that. I just was about to get straight to the point, but I feel like I need to emphasize something before I do. We are getting married soon. The date is coming up fast and I wanted to show you something but just now I saw you crying. Before I do, I need to let you know that I see you as my equal and I am proud to have you as my betrothed. I have never seen my siblings actually want to get to know an in-law as much as they do you so thank you for wanting to genuinely be apart of our family,” Katakuri states.

His words make your heart beat fast, but you nod for him to continue. “I wanted to show you my mouth. I do not like others seeing it, but we will soon be married, and you will have the right to see all of me as I do you,” He continues.

He pauses once more to make sure that he did change the future even if it was just a little bit. The amount of trust he places in you does make you want to cry but instead, you feel like you want to meet him on the trust to. You decide you will finally show him your other scars.

After he deems you okay, he takes off his mouth covering and stares at you waiting for any response. He knows that you would never make fun of him but that amount of insecurity he has to tell him otherwise. So, he is surprised when he feels your warm hand cup his scarred face.

You give him a gentle smile and say, “We do not nearly match but I do think we are the perfect match for each other.”

His heart melts at this and he is quick to cup your own scarred cheek. His thumb rubs against them and then your eyes downcast. You back up from his touch and he grows irritated momentarily from no longer touching you when you turn around and begin to take off your shirt. His eyes scan what he sees immediately. More scars litter your back.

You let him view it a moment longer before fixing your shirt.

“I think we are good now. We both have seen more of each other,” You say a bit worried he may not find you attractive anymore.

He returns to touching your cheek and with the mouth covering no longer on him, he gives you a genuine smile that washes away your doubts. “Yes, we have. I can’t wait until you officially become my spouse.”

Bonus Headcanons:

His initial reaction is neutral

He does not exactly care until he has an emotional connection then he will wonder

I think Katakuri would love his significant other with or without scars- He would want to know the story behind them, but he won’t straight up ask either

He loves to trace them when he gets sleepy and it becomes one of his favorite things to do when it is just you two alone

He will only tell you once, but he also likes when you trace his facial scars or pepper his mouth with kisses

Since he is very serious (even more so) with family members and you become his spouse he will definitely be putting lotion on your scars- He believes in taking care of them since they tell a story about you

Trafalgar Law-

“Hey Cap, (Name) fell asleep on Bepo again,” Penguin states coming into Law’s office/infirmary.

Law stares and waits for more words because there is just no way his crew is bothering him over this. Sachi who peeks in continues thankfully. “And their shirt lifted up- I think you should come see this,” Shachi murmurs.

The serious nature of the two surprises Law and he almost thinks they are sick. He says nothing, as he gets up and wordlessly, follows them- Sleep very much wanting to cloud his mind after being up all night. They lead Law to Bepo who has not moved a muscle since you fell asleep on him. Nothing so far out of the normal until Law’s observant eyes look for the part of the shirt that is lifted up and indeed-

His eyes widen and he sighs.

“Let them sleep longer. Then send them to my room,” Law orders.

He is careful as he quickly fixes their shirt and leaves. His thoughts are immediate. Something bad happened to you in the past, that much is clear, and it honestly explains a lot. How you are so slow with opening up and he honestly can’t blame you. That is why he likes you and the little moments when you do open up to him.

They mean something to him and those scars on your back are from stories you are not ready to tell. He will tell you of this mishap, but he will not push you- He would not even dream of it because he cares about you so much it hurts. He knows what this feeling is, and he wants to chase it but you both are holding back with your pasts latching onto you. That is why he has not really said anything about his feelings despite him wanting to.

They are nothing like the ones on your face either. The ones are on your face are just two/three long scars across your face- Almost like an animal attack, the ones on your back must be from previous battles or something equally terrifying if they have you closed off.

With a sigh, Law goes to his room and waits until you are up.

When Law opens his eyes, he realizes that he has taken a brief nap but immediately sees you come in and close the door behind you. Your expression tells him that someone said something. He groans and quickly says something to reverse the damage.

“Penguin and Shachi saw them and told me. You do not need to explain yourself in any way. I am not surprised, to be frank, because you are incredibly strong and have proven to be a valuable asset to my crew,” He states.

He watches your expression for a moment until you turn around and without any hesitation pull off your shirt. Law is surprised and a bit guilty for feeling his heart flutter at the bold action. Quickly pulling his mind from the gutter he takes small steps to you.

“I do not want to explain yet, but you are the person I trust most Law. I want you to at least look at what I have been hiding since I know you are the least to pity me for them,” You state.

The air feels like it turns intimate the second Law puts a finger on your back, but it remains full of trust as he casually traces each large and long battle scar. When he finishes you put your shirt back on and turn to look at him.

“I will tell you everything soon. I- Thank you for being a trustworthy and… an attractive captain,” You say with a wink.

Ah, it appears it was not just law feeling the connection. His cheeks feel warm and he smirks. He is happy to know that the attraction is mutual.

Bonus headcanons:

Law’s initial reaction is concern- Only because you are a member of his crew, when feelings get involved his concern worsens but, of course, he will not voice it unless this doctor decides to play therapist too

He will not voice it until you two are actually dating and involved with each other

Then he will be happy to know everything about you and may hint towards it, but he would never push for it

If the face scars make you feel bad about yourself he will definitely be like “oh hell no you are perfect” and obliterate anyone who says otherwise

As for the back scars, if it is a lot and from battles, you do not wish to remember he will hint towards getting a tattoo

And let’s face it

Law would definitely have matching tattoos with his significant other

Much like Katakur- Law would love to trace your scars and does so when he is sleepy

He also melts when you trace his tattoos

[1kook]

skirt chasers - drabble i

a skirt chasers drabble bc they are my fave fictional couple to date <333

tags: coupley and domestic, jk’s terrible attempts at seducing via text, making out, dry humping, spitting (ik idk what came over me), too much talking for this to be sexual pero hey here we are wc: like 3k

entirely based off jungkook from bv3 that man had NO right to look that good and  the holy jirkenstocks (jungkook birkenstocks). wont lie this has been completely written in my drafts since November (yes 2019) and i hoarded it under the belief i would make this a whole part 2 which i did not 

que dios los bendiga <3

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Much to everyone’s dismay, Jungkook’s spring break in Vegas with the boys is cut three days short when Jimin’s dog sitter suddenly cancels, citing a case of homesickness as enough cause to abruptly go home. When you first hear news of this, you’re preparing yourself for the return of a mopey, useless Jungkook, too drained from four glorious days in Las Vegas to carry on. What you’re not expecting is the mysterious text he sends you before boarding a five hour flight with no service (he was cheap).

kook still on vegas lockdown. Have that pussy ready when i get home

“The fuck does that mean?” Chaeyoung is the first to see the message, your screen lighting up on the kitchen counter beside you as you scrub through a mountainous pile of dishes. You try to play it off, after all, Chaeyoung had seen parts of you you hadn’t even seen, but there was no worse embarrassment than having your homegirls see your clown of a boyfriend’s ridiculousness. “He’s so romantic,” she swoons, and you shoo her away from the offending device as you wipe your hands down on your t-shirt. 

you for what?? One 20 second round 🤥

Chaeyoung suddenly cackles from over your shoulder, and you swear your soul leaves your body. 

You don’t get a response until exactly five hours and thirteen minutes later, your phone vibrating like crazy on the edge of your bathtub, and if you hadn’t given it a hearty kick and sent it flying across the room, front screen shattering into the most intricate spider web of glass shards, it would have fallen into the water. The terror. 

kook pls pick me up 

kook also haha. U r soooo funny 😑

You’re halfway to the airport, idly sitting in traffic and giving the public a free, Beyonce-like experience of The Script’s Breakeven, when you realize you’re not wearing any pants. You’re not exactly sure which part of Jungkook’s long t-shirt had tricked you into believing you were decently dressed, but you’re not too mad. After all, Jungkook’s trip with the boys had been a last minute decision that did not take into consideration your never-ending thirst for your boyfriend, so a little payback never hurt anybody. 

He’s sitting on top of his suitcase outside the airport when you get there, cute Birkenstock-clad feet swinging back and forth as he waits for you like the good boy he is. He crouches down by the passenger window, “Uh, yeah, is this the Uber?” 

You can’t even bother hiding the smile that consumes your face, and it only grows tenfold when he finally gets in and immediately leans over the center console to kiss you. “Look who’s finally back from their little bachelor party,” you murmur, eyes lidded dangerously low when he breaks away. 

“Oh, the party where I accidentally sleep away my life-savings to a stripper named Aries and then have to go home and beg for my wife’s forgiveness?” He responds immediately, devious pink tongue swiping out to lick at your bottom lip. 

You snort. “Joke’s on you, because our hot pool boy kept me company and treated me better in four days than my husband had in six years,” you mumble, finger looping into the silver chain around his neck to pull him close again. 

“Not our hot pool boy,” he whines, smile pressed adorably to your lips. 

You almost retort, but a ten-second horn blast from the car behind you has the two of you jumping three feet from each other, like teenagers caught making out in the school parking lot. 

-

Just as you’d predicted via text, Jungkook barely has the energy to walk up the steps to your apartment, much less fuck you like he’d promised. “Fuck, stop being healthy and let us take the elevator,” he grunts, pushing his suitcase onto the final platform leading to your floor.

“Nope,” you concede. “The stairs give me a good view of your ass going up.”

He shoots you a scandalized look, like you’re an old man who’d just catcalled him on the street. “Pretty sure that’s my line.”

It’s when you’re unlocking the front door, sending out a little prayer to the heavens (Chaeyoung) for the blessing of an empty apartment, that he notices your lack of proper clothing. “Oh, hell no,” he groans, immediately crowding you against the armchair nearest the door. 

You laugh, struggling to turn to face him as he nuzzles his face into your neck. “What seems to be the problem?”

He sighs against the shell of your ear, and you’d be a liar to say it didn’t send a gush of wetness to your core. Jesus, just a single puff of air from Jungkook was enough to turn your coochie into a Fruit Gusher. “Not your sexy legs again,” he whines, and you giggle when he presses those pouty lips to yours. 

“Thought I was supposed to have this pussy ready for you,” you tease, tilting your head up until your noses brush against each other. Jungkook lets a soft huff of a sigh go, eyes fluttering shut at your close proximity. 

There’s a hand that creeps along the back of your thigh, fingers pressing into the soft skin until he finally guides it upwards, hitched over his hip. The new position has your body curving backwards, tilted over the edge of the couch as he continues crowding closer and closer to you. “Baby,” he whines, and the tone and sudden usage of your favorite nickname wipes the teasing smile off your face. “I missed you so much,” he purrs, in that tone that says he knows he has you under his complete control, all he has to do is take care of you. 

Still, you try to put up some sort of a fight. “I’m sure your eyes were kept entertained in Vegas,” you retort weakly, not even bothering to hide the jealousy in your tone. 

Jungkook laughs, before puckering his lips and smothering you. Instantly, you throw your arms around his broad shoulders to pull him closer. His hair tickles your face from how long it’s gotten, and when you brush it back, collecting it into a makeshift baby ponytail, you can’t even enjoy the sight because Jungkook is pressing his rock hard member against your inner thigh. 

“You think I’m a cheater?” He muses when he finally pulls away, a little entranced by the saliva that coats your lips in a thin sheen. “Couldn’t be even if I wanted to.” Before you can ask what that even means, he’s hauling you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his tiny waist, his cock now cradled between your thighs, right where you want him most. You moan immediately, head lolling backwards at the touch you’d craved for days. “Feel that? No one gets my dick hard like you do, baby.”

Even though his adrenaline is on one hundred, and he’s clearly blinded by his lust, Jungkook still sets you down on the bed like you’re made of glass. Any comments you may have made are smothered by his lips on yours, fingers gripping your waist like it’s the first time he’s ever touched you. When he pulls away, his eyes are dark and his breath is a little heavy where it fans against the lower half of your face. 

“So pretty,” he huffs, rolling his hips against yours. You groan, eyes rolling back as the familiar feeling of your boyfriend between your legs consumes you. Jungkook presses his mouth against the skin of your neck, where the faintest sheen of sweat had begun to form the moment you unlocked the front door. 

If you thought you were loud, the sounds leaving Jungkook’s throat are teetering on the edge between a pornstar and a yodelling-enthusiast. You can’t help the smirk crossing your features. “Are you really gonna come?”

Jungkook was many things, and drama queen was definitely very high on that list. He gives you the most scandalized expression, stopping the movement of his hips to scoff. “As if,” he snorts, but you know that little eyebrow furrow a little too well. 

You snort, reaching down to his sides as you try to discreetly urge him to start up again. “Baby, your jaw is twitching,” you point out, a soft whine leaving your lips when he shifts your leg up. It’s this same sound that has him finally moving again. 

“Yeah, well,” he groans, one hand deathly gripping into your hip now, pressing you down onto the bed so hard you feel the comforter will swallow you up any minute now. “I just got my wisdom teeth removed, ‘member?”

Your retort is briefly cut off by the cry you let out when he ducks down to suck a mark beneath your jaw. “M-Months ago,” you weakly respond, 

Jungkook ignores you in favor of using his Hulk strength to fold you in half, groans borderline animalistic as he grinds his cock into your soaked panties. His jaw is tight like you’d said, but you can tell he’s holding himself back. He hated coming before you, seldom doing it unless it was one of those rare days where he wanted you to pamper him. 

“Fuck,” he grunts, swallowing your pitiful whines before pushing his tongue down your throat. There was something sexy about your boyfriend being so turned on that his saliva production was off the charts. “You’re gonna ask me to do that thing again, aren’t you?” He predicts. 

All you can do is nod, and Jungkook smirks. “Ah,” he says, much like a doctor would, and you comply, mouth wide. You see the muscles beneath his jaw twitch, and a moment later he’s leaning over you with puckered lips, a glob of saliva begging to drip down. 

The moan that catches in your throat has him smiling, tongue peeking out to cut the bridge of saliva that connected the two of you, and you want to tell him you love him, but then he’s raising his eyebrows at you, motioning for you to swallow, so you do. “Absolutely filthy,” he grins, and then returns to thrusting against you. 

As much as you liked to tease him, he’s good at fulfilling the sexual aspects of his boyfriend role, and he guides you to your orgasm moments later. Of course, he does so by toying with your tits just the way you like, lips pressed firmly to yours as you become a boneless heap beneath him. “That’s it, pretty baby,” he murmurs, pressing one final kiss to your lips before he’s shifting back onto his haunches, tugging you closer until the backs of your knees are cradled carefully in his elbows. 

Despite your transcended state, you love watching Jungkook get himself off, and your eyes flutter as you watch him thrust sloppily against your soiled panties. They’re soaked by your own arousal, and had Jungkook’s sweats not been as dark as they were, you’re almost certain you’d see how they stained. 

He comes a moment later, body twitching and fingers tightening against your skin. His chest heaves, head lolling back as he tries to regain his senses. Silence envelopes the room. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You blurt, no longer able to pretend like something isn’t completely wrong. 

Jungkook rolls his neck out, a satisfying crack resounding, as he angles to look at you again. His tongue is poking against his cheek in that cocky way it does sometimes, and he furrows his brows at you. “What?”

You shuffle up onto your elbows, motioning towards him with the vaguest wave possible. He blinks. You groan. 

“What did you do?” You question, and immediately his eyes go wide and shiny in that way they do when you’re reprimanding him and he doesn’t see the wrong in his ways. 

Cute little lips forming a pout he remains as confused. “Nothing? We really just went to fuck around and get drunk—“

“Kook.”

“You don’t actually think I cheated, I thought we were just joking? Unless…” he trails off, doe eyes suddenly filled with fear. “You weren’t?”

“Jungkook—“

He intercepts you, “did you do something while I was gone? Who was he? Or she? Wow,” he huffs to himself in disbelief. “I don’t even know you well enough to know if you’re into more than just men.” The frown on his face is getting deeper with each word he utters and you almost can’t believe how dumb he could be. “No wonder… am I a terrible boyfriend?” He asks, voice louder and more concerned than it’s been all night. 

“What the fuck are you even talking about?” You say, and Jungkook looks just as lost by your response as you are with his. “Because I’m talking about whatever this is,” you explain, reaching up to drag a hand through his dual-colored locks. 

They’d been carefully tucked under his bucket hat when you’d picked him up, a tuft of blonde peeking out from in front of his ear. It wasn’t until he’d tipped you over the side of the couch that it had tumbled off. Of course, at the time, there had been other pressing matters at hand than wondering why your Hannah Montana blonde boyfriend had returned as Todoroki, which is why you’d waited until now to revisit the topic. 

Jungkook doesn’t move for a solid ten seconds. Then, as if processing the emotional episode he’d just given you, he gives you a sheepish smile. It’s one of those smiles where his lips press together thinly and cutely and the apples of his cheeks seem like the squishiest things in the world. “Oh…” he says, voice soft and nothing like the man that spit in your mouth five minutes ago. “You like it?”

[mudhornchronicles]

dreamboat | greaser!frankie | part three

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pairing: frankie morales x f!reader; greaser!frankie x f!reader

warnings: violence, mentions of racism towards latinos, cursing

dreamboat: part one | part two | part three

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Frankie has been in this cold and dark cement cell for what feels like months – it has been 19 hours. It was only 3 in the afternoon and would be in this cell until 5 when his mother got off work. He may have been 18 years old, but the sheriff did not care – especially being Frankie. Frankie would not stop pacing to and from one side of the 6-foot by 8-foot jail cell and the sheriff was getting quite annoyed.

“Frankie, ya want a metal cup to rattle against the bars or will ya quit bein’ dramatic? Stop pacin’ or you’ll make a hole through the cement, kid.” Frankie stops pacing and looks at the sheriff sitting at the desk situated in front of the holding cell. “Ya actin’ like ya goin’ to federal prison. Tu madre viene por ti a las cinco, hijo. Relajate.”

Your mother is coming for you at 5, son. Relax.

Frankie sits on the floor, putting his head in his hands. He lets out a sigh as he rubs his face. He looks back up at the smiling sheriff and raises an eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”

The sheriff takes a drink of his coffee and nods his head over at Frankie. “You are kid. Ya only got in a fight; ya didn’t hold up a bank.” He reaches in his desk’s cabinet and pulls out a silver flask. He pours a generous amount of a golden liquid in his coffee and goes to close the flask. He tuts as he looks back at the steaming black liquid and pours some more whiskey. This causes Frankie to laugh at the sheriff he came to know and like. The sheriff stands and walks over to Frankie, his mug of coffee in one hand and dragging his chair with the other. He places the chair in front of Frankie’s cell and takes a seat. He takes a swig of his coffee and looks at Frankie.

“I hope ya know your mom is goin’ to have a cow when I tell her why you’re in here.”

Frankie smirks and nods. “Ya ain’t tell her, yet?”

“What? That ya gave Oberyn a beatin’ ‘cause he was givin’ ya shit? Hell, that little bastard deserved it. If I don’t tell ya mom, you will.”

“Yeah? Well he was cruisin’ for a bruisin’. He should’a seen it comin’. Next time I see that cat, he’s gettin’ more than a couple’a shiners,” Frankie huffed. All he was able to give Oberyn was a good black eye and a couple of other bruises. The sheriff got called the second the boys went outside. He knew Rosie must have called the sheriff, but Frankie couldn’t be mad. The boys promised Rosie that there would be no confrontations in front of the diner – they did not do that last night. “Why I gotta tell my mom for? Aint you the sheriff? Shouldn’t ya be the one to tell ‘er why I’m in the can?”

The sheriff takes a deep breath and sighs. “Frankie, listen to me.” Frankie scoffs and rolls his eyes, waiting for the sheriff’s spiel about being responsible for his mother’s sake.

The sheriff sits straight and places his mug on the floor. He clears his throat and speaks to Frankie in the tone Frankie knows to shut up and listen. “Francisco, you listen here you little shit. You been in this very cell three times now, Tom having the record of 38, and ya feel like what? Ya feel like ya cool or somethin’? Ya mom already don’t like the friends ya hang with, except for Santiago. Ya think she likes seein’ you behind these,” the sheriff bangs on the metal bars for emphasis, “bars here? Now, I ain’t ya daddy, son. Nobody will ever compare to the man ya father was, but I know good and damn well he wouldn’t wanna see his only kid behind these bars. That man fought too fuckin’ hard for you and ya momma for you to be fuckin’ up ya life.”

Frankie stands up and leans against the cell, holding a metal bar in each hand. “’The fuck ya on about? You said it ya’self! I just got in’a fight. How’s that fuckin’ up my life?”

The sheriff stands up and gets close to Frankie. “Watch ya tone with me, boy. I ain’t one of your little friends to be gettin’ an attitude with, got it? You know that little betty you had ‘round ya arm? Her momma don’t like ya. Her momma got her head way up her ass, she don’t like anyone whose shoes aren’t new every day.”

Frankie chuckles at this.

“Hell she don’t even like me very much and I’m the law. Ya think she wants her daughter ridin’ round town with ya? Ya like her right? The more you get behind these bars, the further you get from her, you got it?”

Frankie nods as he walks away from the sheriff and sits on the concrete bench with a slump. The sheriff lets out a sigh and drags his chair back to the desk, taking a big gulp of his coffee. He grabs his newspaper and flicks it to straighten it out. He looks at Frankie and frowns. He decides to give Frankie one last piece of advice – something he promised himself he’d never use but he knew the young man needed to hear it.

“Francisco,” he says to catch Frankie’s attention. He continues even if Frankie doesn’t look at him, he knows he’s listening. “Tu padre murió por ti. El murió para que tu vivieras la vida que deseabas. Yo sé que este estilo de vida no es para ti y si lo eliges, entonces tu padre murió por nada.”

Frankie’s head snaps up and watches as the sheriff stands and walks out for a smoke. Frankie knew the sheriff wanted to leave the room for air because he would always smoke inside. From this moment to a quarter after 5, Frankie remained silent and still as he pondered on what the sheriff had said to him.

Your father died for you. He died so you could live the life you wanted. I know this lifestyle is not for you and if you choose it, then your father died for nothing.

As much as he wanted to cry and fight the sheriff, Frankie knew that the sheriff spoke only truth. Frankie’s father would have been incredibly disappointed, which only hurts Frankie the more he thought of it. The sheriff said that his father died for him and it’s true. If his father would have put Frankie’s name on that sign up, Frankie would have been dead by now. Instead of drafting 18-year old’s as stated, the US became desperate and sent off 16-year old’s with the promise of compensation for their families – that didn’t ever happen.

Frankie heard rapid heels clicking coming from the corridor and he knew it was his mother.

“Francisco Morales! ¿En qué pendejada te metiste ahora? Fue por ese Thomas, verdad? Ni se te ocurra mentirme.”

Francisco Morales! What bullshit did you get into this time? It was because of that Thomas, right? Do not even think about lying to me.

“Hi Mom.” Frankie sadly says. His mother holds up one finger at Frankie and turns to the sheriff. She offers him a tired smile and a quick hug.

“Ahora que hizo, Javier? Por favor dime que me lo puedo llevar a casa.”

What did he do now, Javier? Please tell me I can take him home.

Frankie hears his mother say. She sounds as if she’s about to burst into tears, her voice pleading and shaky. Frankie immediately feels a wave of guilt wash over him. He saw his mother break apart when they lost his father and was thrown as being the sole breadwinner – he couldn’t put her through pain again.

“Yes, Monica, you can take him. He just had a run in with that Oberyn kid again.” Frankie’s mother lets her head fall back as she groans. She looks back at Frankie and shakes her head.

“How many times do I have to tell you to ignore that boy, Frankie? He isn’t worth getting into it with. Did Tom throw you into it? He can never fight his own battles and he threw Santiago in last time. Pope’s lucky Javier called me and not his mom - poor woman would have a heart attack.”

Frankie shakes his head. “No mom. I got myself in it.” Frankie looks at Javier, the sheriff, and Javier gives him an assuring nod. “The boys and I took the new girl in town out to Rosie’s and Oberyn decided to ruin the night as usual. He just got out the can so he was lookin’ for a fight I guess.”

His mother and Javier stride over to Frankie. Javier unlocks the cell, allowing Frankie to come out and hug his mother. His mother gives him a kiss on the cheek and holds his face in her hands.

“Francisco, I know you thought you were doing the right thing. Did Oberyn lay a hand on the girl?”

“If I hadn’t punched him, he probably would’ve.”

Monica, his mother, gives her son a warm smile. “If you got in here for defending someone because you thought it was the right thing to do, then okay. I suppose what done is done, but I never want to see you behind bars ever again. Tal vez tengas 18 años, pero todavia te doy una paliza, cabrón.” she jokes - well half-jokes.

You may be 18 years old, but I’ll still beat your ass, dumbass.

As Frankie and his mother collect his things and sign the necessary paperwork, Javier calls for Frankie’s attention. He simply tells him “remember our little talk, Frankie. I ain’t try’na see you behind those bars again.”

A little talk Frankie will always remember and think about every day.

Frankie knew he should be going to his fifth and sixth periods, but he had already missed the first four, so why they hell not miss. He wanted to because he wanted to see you after the fiasco, but he was nervous. You saw him fight, get arrested, and get dragged away by Javier. He saw your eyes widen and fill with fear when he spat out blood and get put into handcuffs.

“So ‘Fish… where’s that little dolly of yours? You two get it on yet?” Redfly says. “Oh wait… ya been in the can!” The Bandits all laugh and Santiago slaps his knee while Will wheezes at the thought of Frankie in jail. Frankie takes a drag of his cigarette, staring at his friends and offering an eye roll.

“Alright laugh it up. I made it out, didn’t I?”

“yeah,” Santiago starts, “that’s only cause Javi likes us. If it were Oberyn in there, Javi would’a still had his ass locked up.” Pope gives his best friend a slap on the shoulder paired with a laugh and a quick just kiddin’ buddy.

The bell rings and the sea of people wave into the hallways. The boys bid farewell to each other, Will and Frankie walking to their class together. Will was the first to spot you in the crowd of people. He saw you walk with a student you had all your classes with; Maxwell Lorenzano, or Max Lord as he liked to be called now. The Bandits knew him, they knew him very well.

Max was a soc kid who would hang out with the other popular socs, but in actuality, Max was another Latino kid whose family were more like the Bandits. Both of his parents were greasers, and they knew what it was like to work hard yet not have a lot. His father worked all the time as a mechanic and his mother was a stay-at-home mom. His dad was always working on a motorcycle that would become his son’s first ride, but then something in Max changed. His whole life, Max wore a leather jacket and slicked back hair, not caring what the world thought of him, but as the times went on, the bullying got worse.

Just like Frankie, Max’s family was not always welcomed, but his aunt’s family was. His aunt was a greaser too, but her husband was a complete socialite. His family created and owned an oil business which allowed them to want for nothing. When Max saw the acceptance his aunt had received from her in-laws, it was a flipped switch. He asked to work with his uncle to learn all about the business. His uncle was elated to find out his nephew wanted to leave the “delinquent” life and become a businessman. Max’s face was plastered on the company’s ads and the popular kids wanted to be friends with him. He was accepted as a soc and even though his parents were upset, Max wasn’t entirely honest at school.

Max still worked on his dad’s motorcycle project. He still had his leather jackets and wore them at private family gatherings. He still knew the slang and attitude. He was still loyal to the people who liked him for him.

Max and The Bandits looked after each other as brothers. Even though he was not officially a member, Max had his BANDITS leather jacket at home, hung and clean. In order to keep his soc image at school, Max and the boys pretended to hate each other. Max pretended to be disgusted with their way of life and would throw insults here and there when the other kids would.

When Max saw Will and Frankie coming their way, Will gave him a discreet nod and Max reciprocated.

“Look what the cat dragged in… a couple of worthless hoodlums.” Max said. He turns to you and says, “C’mon, you shouldn’t associate yourself with these… things.” You look up and meet Frankie’s beautiful eyes. He seemed as if he wanted to jump out and say something to you but couldn’t.

“Don’t get yourself twisted up, Lord. Your little petty pants will wrinkle,” Will snickers.

Max rolls his eyes at him. “Move out of our way, Miller. We’ll be late.”

Will laughs and moves out of the way and gestures for him to walk. “C’mon, Polo. Keep it movin’.”

As you walk past the boys, Will offers a quick hey and you answer with a smile. You walk away, but Frankie calls you by name, causing you to stop and take a breath. You ask Max to give you a minute, him checking his watch and agreeing. You walk up Frankie and look at him, silently asking him to continue.

“I… I- Hi. How are you?” Frankie sputters out. He mentally slaps his forehead and cursing at himself. Is that the best he can do?

“I’m doing fine, thanks.” you quietly say.

Frankie tries to put together a mix of words, but none of it is coherent. Will lets out a loud and obnoxious sigh and puts his arm around Frankie’s shoulders.

“Catfish here wanna know if you wanna hang with’im after school. How ‘bout it sweetheart? The guy just got out the can and in need of company.” You raise an eyebrow at Will.

In need of company?

Max lets out a sarcastic laugh and walks to you, grabbing your arm and pulling you away.

“Her mother would have her head if she were caught with you guys again. You already got her in trouble once; no need for it to happen again.”

You look back at Frankie, silently apologizing, but in the end, Max was right.

When you got home that night, Will assured you that nobody would talk about it. The next day, your mother came back furious and you were ultimately grounded for being seen with those boys. Your father was not too happy either, but was mainly concerned about your safety, which was a valid concern. Your mother demanded for you to never talk to Frankie or she would have to take action.

What action? You were not too sure.

No matter how hard Frankie tried to talk to you, Max would either pull you away saying he needed your help, or your teacher would ask him to quiet down. Frankie was not one to give up, but he also did not want to be a pain in your side. He felt as if the odds were against him, but he was going to get you to talk to him one way or another – at least a single hello in the hallway so he does not feel as if he messed up entirely.

It was now Wednesday, and The Bandits sat at one of the outside tables by the cafeteria. They “joked” with people, rough housed as usual, having a good day so far, but when the soc table kept staring, the boys didn’t feel so cheery.

“Fuck ya lookin’ at, soc? You got a starin’ problem?” Tom yells.

“You should get daddy’s money to check that out,” Benny continues. Frankie turns in his seat and looks at the group of the popular rich kids sitting at the opposite table from them. He lets out a sigh, letting it pour out of his nose, as he sees you sitting next to Max at that same table. When he gets a chance to really see you, he sees red.

Michael, the school’s top athlete, has his arm around you and you appear to be uncomfortable – something Frankie never wanted to do. You look around awkwardly as Michael stands up and confidently walks over to the boys, other soc boys in tow.

“Look here boys. A bunch of nothings thinking they’re something,” Michael says. The soc boys all laugh and Tom remains tall, chest puffed out.

“Ya better watch what ya sayin, Mikey. Wouldn’t want ya to get hurt.” Tom rebuttles.

Two of the boys behind Michael walk up to the Miller brothers, a bit shorter than the two but still reeking of false confidence.

“You three must be tired of carrying these two brown boys, huh? Always quiet and only get involved when they’re forced.”

Max walks over to Michael, you trailing behind him, and tells Michael to stop and to come back to the table. Michael refuses, asking Max if he is worried about him hurting his own kind. You gasp and get in front of Max, facing Michael.

“How dare you? You dare call Max a friend and still, you berate him and these boys,” you start, motioning to the Bandits, “because they aren’t “your kind?” I’ll have you know that these boys are some of the most intelligent people I have ever met, a lot smarter than you.”

“Is that so, sweetheart? You think these delinquents are worth getting in trouble?” To this, you give him a confused look. “You think your mom hasn’t gone around rambling about how her daughter was seen with the worst kids in town? These guys bring their parents shame. Well… except Francisco over there… he got his old man killed.”

Michael barely got his final word out before he was on the floor holding his bleeding jaw Santiago caused. Santiago grabbed his hand in pain; it was a while since he punched someone so suddenly like that. No matter the pain, he wasn’t about to let the spoilt rich kid get away with insulting his best friend and his best friend’s father.

You look over to Frankie, who is still sitting at the bench stone faced. How could he just sit there after Michael insulted him and his father? You go to walk to him but Max pulls you, walking away telling you that you’ll talk to him later.

“I’m taking you home after school, okay? Michael called a meeting after school and I told him I’ll be there when I get you home,” Max explained. He talked fast and seemingly out of breath. He knew something was going to go down – no one drops Michael like that without consequences.

“Why are you worried? Max, is something going to happen?” You ask. He looks around and explains to you what has happened when Michael wants revenge. From legal actions to physically hurting someone, Michael will stop at nothing to make himself look strong and important. Max just told you to be careful and to stay inside.

And something must have happened because Max came knocking down your door and asking your mother if it was okay if he took you around town. Your mother oddly was happy to agree and Max piled you in the car. He drove fast and parked inside a green home’s garage. For a second, you were terrified that Max was forced to bring you to Michael, but soon let out a breath of relief when you saw Will come into the garage and greet you.

“Alright, Maxie,” Will said. “What is so important and secretive that you called us all here and brought her along?” Frankie adjusted his hat, a baseball cap that suited him quiet well, and played with his hands.

“We have to hide Frankie’s car. Now.” Max stated rapidly.

Frankie’s head shot up and the boys all together threw questions as to why we had to temporarily get rid of Frankie’s car.

“Max. What are we hiding my dad’s car for?” Frankie asks. His voice is quiet and laced with worriedness.

Max takes a deep breath and apologetically looks straight into Frankie’s eyes.

“Michael’s planning on crushing your car.”

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piece of your heart

pairing; javier peña x female reader summary; javi takes you out dancing and drunkenly starts saying things in spanish that you can’t understand rating; t warnings; alcohol, drunkenness (and the vomiting that comes after), unrequited feelings (or not?), and angst. word count; 2.4k requested; by two anons. requests under break. a/n; combined these two requests and wrote this on a plane. there’ll be a part two 😉

“javi request where he takes the reader dancing 🥺 something similar to the dance in 3x1 of narcos thank u sm and ur the best !! 💖”

“You are at a bar after work with Steve and Javi. Javi asks you to dance with him. He is drunk & kind of grinding on you and he starts to say some things in Spanish. You don't speak Spanish very well, and assume he is saying lewd things, but when you go home, you remember some of the things he said and you put them in Google Translate and he is actually confessing really sweet things like he loves you, you are the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, an he is so screwed.”

“So, tonight? Wanna go out dancing with some of the others?” Javier has just walked up to your desk and sat on top of your work, staring you down.

“Dancing? No thanks,” you tell Javier.

Going out dancing with Javier Peña? That involved alcohol and lowered inhibitions and you aren’t ready to do that. You’ll admit, having him here, asking you to go dancing with him, it hurts. You can imagine in another life, one where you weren’t living in Colombia and meddling with international politics in a way even the US President would likely disapprove of, you could be brave, step up and tell Javi how you felt. But you were both in a line of work that didn’t allow for relationships, and catching feelings was the worst illness that could befall you.

And you had caught the virus.

“Come on, it’s been a hell of a week for everyone. There’s about seven of us, going over to the disco downtown, we can get plastered, forget about work, have a bit of fun?” he smiles at you, and you shake your head.

“Not tonight, Javi,” you say. “Anyway, it’s Friday, and we work tomorrow.”

You’ve said yes before. That night sucked. You watched him flirt with every woman in the bar, watched him make out with a young woman in a booth. You cried the entire drive home, and on your way up to your apartment, you passed his first-floor apartment and could hear the moans coming from inside. There was nothing crueler than wanting someone you couldn’t have, someone who would sleep with anyone, except you.

The feeling had weighed heavy on your heart for a long time now, and while it was easy to avoid the man, given that you worked in different departments, he managed to find a reason to visit you. Sneaking him classified documents. Helping him with a wiretap. Doing background checks. And every time he asked you’d comply if only to get a few extra minutes of his presence. A bit more time where that smile was directed at you and not one of the many other women in the building. A few moments where you could pretend that he cared.

“You sure? It’s not really a night without my favorite CIA agent,” he says, putting on the sly grin he uses to bend anyone’s will. The one he uses to get informants to reveal a bit more than they intended.

You want, so badly, to say no. To not force yourself to survive another night of suffering. But you’re weak and probably a masochist. And there’s the fact that he’s asking you, begging you, to come with him. To spend time with him. Even if it means you’ll end the night in tears, historically you’ve never been one to turn down time with Javier, no matter how much it hurt, and you weren’t going to stop tonight.

“Fine, but you’re buying the first round,” you agree.

“Good!” He jumps off of your desk. “It’s gonna be great. See you at eight.”

“Eight, okay...”

He leaves the room, a bit more bounce in his gait, and you smile to yourself, knowing that you were the reason for his excitement.

The day passed slowly, you had too many reports to read through and not enough coffee could keep you going. When you finished for the day, you were one of the last ones still in the office, and you headed home, looking forward to a shower and some warmed up leftovers for dinner.

You don’t have plans to drink too much. You don’t want to be hungover at work, and you had a tendency to spill secrets when wasted. With Javier around, that wasn’t something you wanted to get involved with. Still, you make sure you’ve got enough food in your stomach and drink some water so that the inevitable multitudes of shots you’ll be coerced into drinking don’t go straight to your head.

At eight, you’re waiting in the foyer of the complex, along with Steve, Connie, Marta, the current ambassador’s secretary, and Anthony, one of the other DEA agents that lived in the complex. You were going to be meeting another 5, apparently, at the disco. It was turning into quite the evening, especially considering that you had work the next day. You were told the plan was to take two cars over, so two groups could head back whenever, and if you were too drunk, it was close enough you could probably walk or just take a taxi if things went south.

Javi is obviously rushing as he bursts out of his apartment, still buttoning up his shirt. You let your eyes roam over him from the back of the group. He had put some effort into the look for the evening, a nice pair of slacks than he usually wore, and he had done something with his hair.

It makes you feel more than a bit self-conscious of how unimpressive you look before you mentally slap yourself. You’re not here to impress Javier. You don’t need to put in an effort, even if you did he still wouldn’t go for you.

“Ready?” Javier asks, and you all exit the building.

Two hours into the evening, you’re sufficiently tipsy after a couple beers. You had resisted Connie’s multiple offers of shots, but you didn’t stop her from dragging you onto the dance floor for a solid hour. You’re sweaty and a bit tired already, back at the bar where some of the guys in your group are gathered.

You watch as Javier starts knocking back shots of tequila with Anthony, something you weren’t expecting. He was always the one to slowly sip at a glass of whiskey over the night, or drink beer. He must really want to get drunk tonight.

You slip onto a barstool and order a bottle of beer. Javier is a couple feet away, and he’s already acting like he’s lost all control, and you worry about his fate in the morning. He wasn’t usually this careless with his alcohol.

He sidles up next to you, “Y/N! We should go dance.”

He wraps an arm around your shoulders, trying to pull you up off your seat.

“Javi, no,” you say. You should be jumping for joy. Happy that he actually wants to spend time with you. But you know that it’s only because he’s so incredibly drunk.

“Please, darling? I didn’t invite you out so that you could sit here.” he drawls out, his Texas accent appears in moments like this, and you wish it didn’t make you feel things.

He drags his hand down your bare arm, wrapping his fingers around your hand and pulling you up.

“Okay.” You must hate yourself.

He pulls you through the crowds into the center of the dance floor. Arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him, and you yelp in surprise.

“¿Todo bien, compañera?” he laughs in your ear, something light and fluttery.

“Javi you know I don’t speak Spanish,” you say, bowing your head.

“You should, it would sound so beautiful coming from you,” he says and you close your eyes, reminding yourself that he’s so far gone he doesn’t know what he’s saying.

He starts to sway to the music, and his hands on your waist radiate heat straight through your dress. The whole disco is hot, but you feel even warmer wrapped up in Javier. The music thrums through your body, and you look up at his eyes, glittering with the almost-goofy smile he wears.

You want to imagine that this is real. That he’s here, hands all over you, because he wants to. You wish you could move your hands down from around his neck, or pull him in tighter, and not regret it tomorrow morning. You know you’re going to wake up tomorrow alone in bed, remembering how much could have happened if Javier cared, and that he will wake up, probably with someone else, someone who’s in this very room right now.

That thought almost makes you let go of Javier and run away, but he pulls your hips into his, rolling up against you. He lets out a moan that shoots straight to your core, and you close your eyes tight, hoping you’ll open them again for this to be just a dream.

Instead, you open them at the feeling of his breath, hot near your ear.

“Eres tan hermosa, Y/N,” he says.

You don’t know a word he’s saying but you’re pretty sure you have an idea of what he means. He’s grinding up against you, drunk and probably horny, like he is most nights, the words likely meaning something about how he’d like to take you here on the dance floor. Something disgusting and quick and meaningless.

“Me vuelves loco.”

But you’re too tipsy to get caught up on that. You want to pretend he’s saying anything but what you know he’s going on about. Want to pretend his arms aren’t slinking lower down your back until they brush over your ass. You want to believe he’s doing it because he wants to.

You decide it’s better to let go for the night. Maybe you can pretend. Just for an hour.

The music washes over you, and you move your hips along with his, and while he takes the lead, you follow, dancing as if you knew what you were doing.

“Cuando bailas así, no quiero que todos estén aquí,” he groans, “Quiero estar a solas contigo.”

If only you knew what he was saying. If you knew exactly what sort of lewd things he is saying, maybe it would be enough to knock some sense into your head and leave him on the dance floor. But you don’t.

Thank god you don’t.

It means you get to dance in his arms for a little bit more.

“No sabes, porque tu español es una mierda, pero estoy con tantas mujeres para que pueda intentar olvidarte,” he says, “Es tortura, tener alguién tan perfecta como tú, tan cerca, pero tan inalcanzable.”

When he speaks Spanish, he sounds so different. Sometimes, like now, it’s like he’s reciting a love poem. Other times, like when you hear him talking to the police, he becomes someone commanding and aggressive. Not like the Javier who spoke English to you, smiled, and sheepishly asked for favors.

“Nunca ha funcionado, no puedo olvidarte,” he says.

“Javi, you know I don’t understand you, right?” you say and he responds by thrusting his hips into you again. You bite your lip, and it only becomes more painful as you feel his bulge against your body. You’re just another body for him. And that is a sobering realization. You’re about to cry and you’re glad he’s looking over your shoulder and can’t see your face.

“Deseo poder besarte,” he whispers in your ear, “Te quiero.”

You were so stupid to fall for such a man. It’s killing you.

With one hand still on your ass, he brings the other one up, palming your breast. The moan you involuntarily release shocks you enough to push him away.

“Javier,” you say, panicking, “I can’t—“

Before you say anything more you see the twisted look on his face, somewhere between completely ravaged and utterly lost. You turn and, pushing through people, go back to the bar, where you order a shot which you quickly down before sitting down and letting the tears fall.

After fifteen minutes of looking like the saddest person in the disco, the bartender takes pity on you and gives you a glass of water and some tissues. You thank her.

The night had so quickly turned to shit. It was so much worse than previous ones. It was a torture you couldn’t handle anymore.

“Y/N!” screams a voice in your ear, someone drunk and loud.

You turn. It’s Marta.

“What?”

“It’s Javier, he’s outside puking. You’re the soberest of us you need to take him home.”

Shit. Of course this would happen.

“Fine, but take care, Marta, I don’t want you not making it home tonight.”

She thanks you and disappears into the throngs of people.

You settle your tab and Javier’s and go outside. Javier is sitting on the curb, keeled over and emptying his guts onto the stone streets.

If your heart didn’t hurt so much, you’d laugh. You hadn’t known anyone over the age of 30 drunk themselves to this point.

“Javier?” you say.

He looks up and starts to say something, but you can see the regret on his face flash upon opening his mouth as it only brings on another wave of nausea. You look away.

When he finishes, you say, “Come on, Javi, let's get you home.”

He tries to stand and you have to dive into his side to stabilize him. When you’re in a position where you can support his weight, you guide him towards his car.

You strap him into the passenger seat and reach your hand into his pocket, finding the car keys.

The ride home he stays silent. He hasn’t said a word to you since he was whispering in your ear on the dance floor. You suppose he has a fair reason to not open his mouth now though. Probably doesn’t want to soil his own vehicle.

You get him into his apartment just fine, set him up with a glass of water and make him take some pain meds.

“Don’t die on me Javi, no choking on your vomit overnight, okay?” you say and he nods.

Back in your apartment, you sit down on your couch. You should go to sleep. You need to be at work in 7 hours.

But some vicious part of your mind reminds you of the words Javier had said. You curse your curiosity and pull out your Spanish dictionary.

You only remember three phrases, “quiero estar a solas contigo,” “deseo poder besarte,” and “te quiero.”

As you look up the words, your eyes widen. Quiero: I want. Estar: To be. Solas: alone. Contigo: with you.

Shit.

Deseo: I wish. Poder: to be able to. Besarte: to kiss you.

Fuck.

The last one requires you to look it up in the phrasebook. ‘I want you’ didn’t feel right. When you find it you almost drop the book on the floor.

Te quiero: I love you.

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translations;

¿Todo bien, compañera?

Everything okay, partner/colleague/girlfriend?

Eres tan hermosa

You are so beautiful

Me vuelves loco.

You drive me crazy

Cuando bailas así, no quiero que todos estén aquí. Quiero estar a solas contigo.

When you dance like that, I don’t want everyone to be here. I want to be alone with you. 

No sabes, porque tu español es una mierda, pero estoy con tantas mujeres para que pueda intentar olvidarte

You don’t know because your Spanish sucks, but I’m with so many women so I can try to forget you

Es tortura, tener alguién tan perfecta como tú, tan cerca, pero tan inalcanzable.

It’s torture, having someone as perfect as you, so close, yet so unreachable. 

Nunca ha funcionado, no puedo olvidarte 

It’s never worked, I can’t forget you

Deseo poder besarte 

I wish I could kiss you

Te quiero. 

I love you

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❛ AFTER ALL THESE YEARS ❜

with Johnny ‘Coco’ Cruz.

Request: Hi! I dunno if your request are still open but... Something like.... After all happens with Letty, Coco try to take contact with one of his older daughter. But reader ( his daughter) is already in contact with Mayans cause she is in relationship with Medina ( Stockton Mayans ) or another Mayans 😁🙈. Very very angst ? 😭I'm in mood for cry!

BY ANON

Warnings: none, a little angst.

Word count: about 1.4k

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“Have you ever told them about us?”

Your husband sits on top of his bike, taking one quick look of the back alley of the cafeteria you work in. Having a drag from your cig, you shake your head raising your eyes towards his.

“It's been six years since… I saw Coco for the last time, and after leaving Santo Padre, I just talked with Leti three or four times”

Leaving the smoke escaping from your lips, you put away your gaze.

“I didn't even know he was a Mayan when I met you, Will. I was running away from Celia and all that shit that was consuming me”.

“Yeah, I know”.

Of course he knows. He knows everything about you. He knows that your father abandoned you, that your grandmother forced you to do the streets, that she kept all your money and that she kicked out your ass from your house after leaving you badly hurt. He knows what you had to do to reach Stockton, he knows you were living under a bridge and he knows all the pain you were carrying until he found you.

“My… family suck your life until you have nothing, Will”. Your bottom lip is trembling, and your eyes are being filled with tears, throwing away the cigarette. “They destroy anything good in you. They suffocate you until you can breathe. They… They… tie you like a fucking dog, to make you understand that you don't have any free will over your life. That pain and suffer is all that you can feel”.

Medina raises a hand to softly grab your wrist, pushing you into him as he stands up on his feet. You can't help but break in a loud cry, hiding your face onto his chest. He's the only reason you are still alive, in many ways. You can't lose him. You love him. You need him. You can't imagine a day without waking up hugging you, or hearing his laugh, or catching him looking at you as if you were the most beautiful piece of art. Every night, before falling asleep with his arms surrounding you, you remember the day you got married three years ago. When he saw you walking towards him, wearing a dreamy white dress, floating like an angel to the shrine. And he just laughed between tears, telling his brothers ‘man, she's really gonna marry me’.

“Yo siempre voy a estar a tu lado, mi chiquita”. (I'll always be by your side, my little girl).

His hands get tangled in your hair, caressing it with all the love he feels for you, and more.

“You just… talk with them, okay? I can be with you or wait at home, or whatever. I will do whatever you ask me for. And, if you don't wanna do it I'll send them al carajo”. (To hell).

Cupping your cheek into his hands, Medina leans forward to gently kiss your lips, while you just nod.

“Pero no me llores, mi chiquita. Me rompes el corazón”. (But don't cry, little girl. You're breaking my heart).

“Sorry, flaquito”. You say, feeling his thumbs cleaning your tears.

“Sirri, fliquiti”. He teases you, pressing your body against him, making you chuckle. “I love you, mi trocito de cielo”. (My piece of heaven).

Actually, you don't want to do it. You don't want to see your father, in the case that you can call him like that. But you know that you have to close that door before continuing your life, or it will continue fucking you up until you can't handle it anymore. You knew by Oscar that Coco got surprised when he told him that you were part of his charter, although he didn't tell him that you were married to a Mayan. Your family arrived some hours ago, while you were working like every day, being picked up by Dondo to bring you to their clubhouse. You have taken care of them as they took care of you, being almost like a mother for all of them, so they will stay close to you in case that you need them.

Reaching the place close to the mountains, you can recognize the black car of the mexican, where he's resting with Leti under one of his arms. Your sister looks excited when she watches you coming, making your legs falter as soon as you step out from the bike. Your whole charter is there, including your husband with a serious gesture on his face. The younger Cruz runs to you, colliding her chest with yours as soon as she can hug you. You can't lie. You missed her. You feel happy to see her looking good, looking safe. Fact that makes you feel a little confused too. Coco throws his cig to the ground, walking slow towards you. He's nervous, while your confidence grows inside your heart, under the attentive look of your real family.

“Mam—”.

“I'm not your ‘mami’”. You interrupt him, in a clear defensive posture.

“(Y/N), listen to him, okay? Please”.

“I'm sorre 'bout all the bad things I did to you”. He says loud and clear, not trying to show anyone anything, but making you understand that he's really regretful.

“Guess what, Johnny? I don' give a shit. Tell me why you came”.

“I came fo' you”.

“After how many years fucking me up, ah?” You can't help but push his chest, before losing your control, slapping him as many times as you can and getting furious when he doesn't defend himself. “You destroy my life once! And you're n—Fucking leave me, Will!”

When you can realize, your husband has caught you on air, putting you away from him some meters to try to calm you down.

“Baby, that's not the way… that's not”. He mutters into your ear, while the guys start to disperse themselves to leave you alone. “Look at me… Eh, look at me, mi chiquita… No one's gonna hurt you again, but let him explain what he's doing here, okay?”

“He killed Celia because of me”.

Raising your reddened eyes over the shoulder of your husband, you look at your little sister taking a step closer.

“Coco told me he was my father. He tried to help me, but Celia… Celia hit me badly. He killed her, for all the bad things that she made to us”. Unbelievable. You can't accept that that bitch is really dead. “We… We are living together and… I'm goin' to school! I have a lot of friends and… sometimes I help Mayans in the scrapping”.

“You are… out of the streets?” You ask confused, barely breathing, leaving Medina to walk towards her. She just nods.

“I get that… You have a life here. You have a family that loves you like I never did, but… I want to… have this too with you. You don't have to come back to Santo Padre, and I don't care to drive fo' almost nine hours to see you. But, lemme' do it”.

Turning to your husband, you bite your bottom lip concerned, not knowing what to say. Scared of the possibility of the history repeating itself again. Pulling behind your ears your hair, you cross both arms over your chest with your gaze away from your father and your sister.

“I need to th—”.

“Are you married?” Leti walks at you to hold your hand.

You just nod drawing a fleeting smile.

“To who?”

“Me”. Will answers then. “Three years ago”.

“Shit! That's amazing”. Your sister yells pretty excited.

“Will found me, and Mayans welcomed me. That's why we're related”. You explain under the curious dark eyes of Coco.

“Why you didn' tell me?” He asks, coming closer.

“'Cause I was trying to run away from every Cruz in this fucking country. I figured out that you were a Mayan too, four years ago, when I saw you in a picture”. Making a brief pause, you place an arm over your sister's shoulders. “I can't promise you to let you be part of my life, but you can try it if you want”.

“I'll do whateva', (Y/N). I'll do whateva' to fix all the shit you have been through”.

“Fine, Coco”. Bowing down your gaze to Leti, you kiss her temple. “Are you hungry? I was about to cook for the guys, and I would like you to stay”.

“Yes”.

“Te extrañé mucho, Leticia”. (I missed you a lot).

“Yo también...” (I did it too). She says hugging you tightly.

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