#mis amores mis bebes... all i want is to be able to show them how much i love them and to do things for them too...

[1980ssunflower]

So happy and excited to spend another year with my wonderful husbands 🥺💖💙

[roxannex90]

Moments (Alexia Putellas X Reader)

It’s been two weeks since you've been home visiting family you haven’t seen for months. Being back with your loved ones always makes you happy and proud to be a part of a loving family who takes care of you. Especially being able to spend time with your sister. She’s your best friend and also your favorite tattoo artist.

When she was starting out as an artist you were her canvas. Starting off with small tattoos like a flower and other small things until she eventually got really good and started to do bigger pieces on your body. The most recent piece she did was on your back. A tattoo of an angel with wings looking up with its eyes closed. It’s the biggest tattoo on your body. Thanks to your sis you were going to head back to Spain showing off your freshly new tattoo to your friends and your girlfriend who all had no clue.

The day before your flight your phone rang. It was Alexia. She was already in Ibiza patiently waiting to be in your arms. “Hola mi amor” you answered the call. “Hola bebe, what time do you land tomorrow?” She couldn’t wait any longer to be with you. Alexia always checked on you whenever you were back home with family. “Ehh I’m not sure why?” You asked.

“Well I want to pick you up from the airport…” your girlfriend whined. You laughed “we discussed this, I'm going to take a taxi.” Alexia groaned in response “fine but when you’re here you have to let me give you a thousand kisses” you could say your girlfriend was a bit clingy but you like it. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Te quiero bye.” You ended the call.

It was the next day you got onto your flight and landed hours later in beautiful sunny Ibiza. Once you entered the taxi and headed to your destination your phone was dinging with all of the text messages your friends and Alexia were sending. You smiled and opened your phone to check Instagram and saw everyone partying it up.

Minutes later you reached your destination at an Airbnb. Stepping out of the taxi with your bags you stopped by the opened passenger window and handed the taxi driver some money. “Gracias” the driver said, then driving away. At the door you ring the doorbell waiting for one of the seven friends or yours or Alexia to answer the door.

The door opened and there was Alexia “Ah mi amor welcome!” She jumped into your arms kissing all over your face. “I’ve missed you! You smell so good.” Alexia commented. “Come in” she grabbed your free hand taking you into the Airbnb to meet everyone else. Dropping your bags in the living area you stepped outside “hola Y/n!” They all said clearly hanging by the pool. “Hola” you said back, greeting them individually before heading back inside to change into your swimsuit.

“Hold on one second” you heard a knock on the door while changing. “It’s me” Alexia said, opening the door. You turned your naked back with your freshly new tattoo away from her. “What are you doing?” Alexia had a smile on her face as you backed away from her. “What?” You giggled. Alexia got closer and closer then pushed you onto the bed flipping you onto your stomach. “Fuck! Ale I was going to surprise you later!”

“I knew it!” She yelled, slapping your butt. “Do you like it?” You asked still on your stomach. “Yeah, did your sister do it?” Alexia was touching your tattoo. Flipping over to face her you said “Si mi amor” Alexia kissed you. Her eyes wandered down towards your chest. “We’ll save that for later I wanna hangout with everyone first” You moved her to the side to put on your bikini top.

Walking back outside to hang out with your friends with Alexia by your side everyone wanted to know how your visit back home was like. “It was good! My family really missed me and of course I had missed them.” You sat down on a chair. “I also got something done over there…” your friends looked confused until you took off your shirt and showed them your back. “Wow!“ They were stunned. “That looks so good!” One of your friends said.

They all were commenting liking the new tattoo. “Ale, what do you think?” Another friend asked. Alexia put her arms around your neck “I think it’s badass” she kissed your neck. Holding her hand you rubbed your thumb on hers. Smiling at your friends who were in complete “aw” seeing how cute your relationship is.

You were happy to be back in Alexia’s presence and so was she. Later that night you two had a fun time and the next morning while you were still sleeping Alexia took a picture of your naked body only exposing your back with your tattoo of the angel posting it on Instagram and the caption that said “With my angel 😍” .



[lemons3ason]

Messed Up Fantasy (Smut)

(Warning: Forced (but consensual you’ll understand at the end), Knife Play, Quirk play, Semi-public, bondage, degradation, Latin King Sero)

You were hero partners, you were both tasked with a special mission of capturing a villain that had a powerful psychic type quirk yet somehow you both ended up captured. Due to the quirk cancelling cuffs on your wrists you were unable to manifest your metal claws while Sero was being controlled by some stupid collar that made him listen to any command the damn witch made.

“You’re gonna pay for this!”, you growled pulling on your restraints.

“Oh shut up you little wench. Cellophane quiet our little brat for us.”, the villainess growled with a snap of her fingers.

In a flash his tape was sealed over your mouth forcing you to keep quiet. She seemed amused seeing you all helpless and tied up, and decided to get some fun out of you two heroes.

“I bet stuck up stubborn brats like you have never been given the chance to feel what it’s like to be a true woman. I wonder how much of your inner slut would come out if your partner fucked you stupid. It’ll probably hurt since you’re a virgin.”, the woman snickered gripping your face in rough hands.

She may have psychic abilities but one flaw is that she couldn’t read minds like others, she was falling right into your plan. She came up behind your controlled partner and whispered something in his ear that forced his body to tremble, you could feel your pussy clench to the sight of his cock hardening under his skin tight hero suit.

“Have fun with her Cellophane, fuck all your agitation and feelings into her slutty body until she can’t take anymore and begs to be freed.”, the woman smiled sitting in a chair just across from you to enjoy the show.

You muffled voice behind his tape was hard to understand but a strange glint in his eyes was enough to provide you a small sense of relief to what he was doing. He carefully removed his tape from your mouth but as you tried to call him name you could only moan as he pressed a deep passionate kiss to your sweet plump lips. You couldn’t help but moan against his rough kiss, his hands trailed down your body resting at your thighs from which he picked you up from the ground. The controlled raven haired man panted against your lips roughly rutting against your cloth core until your own moans started to escape your lips.

“Now now Sero don’t be so patient with her, fuck her senseless I doubt she’s going to do anything if you go in without any prep.”, the villainess purred.

You trembled to her words, for Sero to fuck you without any preparation? God the thought both excited you and made you almost fearful of his length.

“I’m gonna tape your legs open and fuck you even when you cry for me to stop, mi amor~”, he hummed into your ear in a gruff tone making your body tremble in anticipation.

Just as he said he taped you to the cold brick wall of the villain’s hideout by your wrists and legs. You tried to move but the tape that glued you to the wall from the back of your thighs kept you pinned.

“Se-Cellophane please stop this. Pull yourself together.”, you begged almost losing your composure and calling him by his true name.

That’s when your body froze feeling his cold blade against your neck. Your body was scared stiff but your eyes moved to see the very blade that he had pressed against your skin.

“Mi princesa linda.”, he hummed against your ear sliding the tip of his knife to the collar of your hero costume just under your chin.

“I’m gonna fill you up, make you my puta.”, he growled against your ear gently dragging his knife down the fabric of your uniform just enough to cut your clothes open until your naked body was exposed to him.

“Vas a tener mis bebes, and I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer.”, he warned taping the folds of your pussy open so he could enjoy your cute slit in all its glory.

Your face was heated and red, you were panting heavily, and without a doubt your pussy was dripping wet for Sero.

“My my what an intense play, but I’m starting to get bored. Cellophane give me a show, rape your little partner and make her pregnant so she can no longer be a hero and then I’ll take you and run away with you.”, the woman smirked seeing tears slowly slip from your cloudy hues.

You watched as Sero pulled his pants and boxers down revealing his long slim member in all its hardened glory. The tip was swollen pink, the veins on the underside pulsed and twitched in anticipation, and his cock seemed to glow from the precum that coated it so well. You softly called his name begging him to stop but you couldn’t help the scream that left your throat as he thrusted his full member into your core making you cum immediately upon entry. You hid your face against the crook of his neck whimpering as your pussy convulsed against his cock. He sighed and called you sweet pet names as he continued to move his hips, he didn’t care that you had just came, your sensitive insides clamped down hard against him making him feel even better as he continued to rut against your wet core. The lewd sound of his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust made you both forget about the stupid villain in the room, you couldn’t help but moan for him with each thrust his cock made against your spongy gspot. Your pussy seemed to clamp down desperately against his cock clutching to his shaft as he pulled away to thrust right back in. His hands held yours despite them being pinned above your head and you smiled feeling the pressure he placed against his wrist, he released your cuffed hands and you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck holding onto the back of his shirt as he fucked you mercilessly.

“So tight.”, he groaned.

“S-so deep. I’m going crazy oh fuck!”, you cried your legs shook violently as another orgasm washed over you.

Sero flashed his signature smile at you as he rested his forehead against yours. You smirked but continued to play victim since you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

“N-no please! Please don’t cum inside, I-if you cum then I won’t be able to continue being a hero!”, you cried pushing him away weakly to fake your energy.

It worked the villainess smiled and ordered Cellophane to bring you towards her so she could see him release his seed in you and hear your sobs. She was the definition of a pervert in your eyes, your legs were shaky forcing you to fall to your knees which was enough to amuse the woman.

“That’s it little bitch crawl to me so I can see your whole world end.”, she hummed.

Her quirk took control of your muscles forcing you to crawl towards her until you sat just a few feet away from her, you trembled feeling Sero lift you up once again. His arms hooked under your knees spreading your legs wide open to reveal your wet puffy cunt, you looked away in embarrassment shaking as his cock entered you from the new angle.

The woman just smiled in amusement to you as she forced your fingers to attack your clit in front of her. You let tears spill from your eyes to make it seem like she won, once again you felt Sero’s cock twitch inside you and you began to beg and scream for him to stop as he slammed you down on his member. You whined once you felt your walls clamp down on him and the woman laughed watching his balls contract with each spurt of cum that filled your womb. She thought she had won, but her chair falling back as tape wrapped around her body and eyes was enough to bring her back to reality.

“W-what the hell?! Cellophane release me at once!”, she screamed unaware of what was going on.

“Sorry mi amor, are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?”, Sero asked breaking the broken collar off of his neck as he put you down.

“No Corazon you didn’t. I will say I’m not a fan of being watched during sex though, it was kinduva turn off if it wasn’t for you fucking me so desperately but oh well I was the one that wanted to try it so it’s mostly my fault.”, your voice hummed.

“What the hell is going on!”, the villain screamed in annoyance kicking in her seat as you wrapped the cuffs around her wrist.

“You’re under arrest for the kidnapping of school teachers and students across Japan. You didn’t think the Hero Society sent you a regular pair of heroes did you? We heard all about your perverted side and just utilized it to catch you.”, you hummed in amusement squatting down to her ear level to talk about how fucked she’d be once they got her to jail.

“Umm p-princesa...y-your leaking out. We need to get you new clothes immediately before Chargebolt and the others get here.”, Sero stuttered his face flushing red as his seed spilled out of your puffy cunt.

You simply shrugged at your fiancé and grabbed the captured villain in her chair as you pulled her outside where cops and heroes were waiting. Sero’s clothes were still intact so he was quick to run after you and order every male on scene to avert their eyes unless they felt like getting fired today. A female paramedic brought you a blanket to cover yourself as the other heroes rushed in the save the remaining victims.

“Well at least we can cross this fantasy play off of our bucket list.”, Sero chuckled kissing your lips sweetly.

Your (e/c) hues shimmered with a mischievous glint as you whispered, “Maybe next time I’ll finally be able to convince you to fuck me over Bakugou’s desk back at the agency mi Rey~”

[taurean-brat]

Cafuné - Angel Reyes

Summary— Cafuné, an unique, untranslatable Afro-Brazilian Portuguese word meaning “to run your fingers through your lovers hair”. Angel x Spanish Speaking/Latina!Reader 

Warning(s): Fluff, a little sad (?), mention of sexual situations, the grey sweats and shirtless Angel.

Final Word Count: 2.3K This was supposed to be something short. Like maybe 1K short. Smhh 

A/N: Also this is not beta read. I wrote this cause it’s cloudy and cold out and I was listening to the song Cafuné by Micro TDH. It’s a very beautiful song and one of my favorites for when I’m in one of these moods with a candle lit and the room dark and Now I wish I was being held, but sadly I ain’t got a man. 

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The moment you opened your eyes, the grey and cloudy light flooding your room through your slightly open curtains, you knew what kind of day was in store for you and wanted nothing more than to just wish you hadn’t woken up. Or that you lived in an alternate reality… or something. You hated these gloomy, cloudy days for the feelings they elicited in you, and you knew it would only get worse as the day dragged on.

Days like this were rare for you, where you just wanted to be wrapped up tight in your mans arms and do nothing all day, the feelings of listlessness and overwhelming sadness being washed away just by knowing you were safe in those arms. But staring at the empty side of your bed where your husband slept, you knew it wasn’t happening. 

Not because he wouldn’t drop everything to come home and be with you if you told him, but because you didn’t want to burden him with the neediness your emotions elicited in you. 

With a sigh, you throw the covers off you, shivering at the cool December air, and just briefly you’re taken back to growing up in New York, where it was more than likely snowy and cold enough to freeze hell over.

The reminder just made it worse and with a groan, you pull yourself out of bed, making quick work of making the bed and then heading to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth, staring at your usually vibrant hazel green eyes look more of a glassy grayish blue. 

Leaning over the sink, you stare closely at your reflection, your dark curls framing your face in the half up half down you’d thrown it in as they hell over your shoulder and down into the sink. 

“Come on, Y/N, it’s just a few hours.” You say to yourself looking for the strong woman you usually see in your reflection and not the sad girl you’re not so used to seeing anymore. “Just throw on his favorite hoodie, some leggings, and wait a few hours. Then you can cuddle with Angel all that you want.” 

And that’s exactly what you did. You made quit work of throwing on some pink fuzzy socks, black leggings and his favorite hoodie, which happened to be light pink color with a small red rose stitched over the heart and the words “almost dead” in black, gothic lettering across the top. It made you giddy every time he wore it, your giggling nonstop. It wasn’t because men wearing pink was wrong— if anything the fact he’s not afraid of wearing it just makes you love him all the more— but rather because your man, the badass, 6’3”, built as fuck biker can rock the color. And it did things to you. 

Immediately, you felt somewhat better, just standing there inhaling the unmistakeable  scent of him for a few minutes before you moved along to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee and eat the french toast you found covered on the counter, still warm and you wondered how you didn’t wake up at the smell. Just looking at it, you knew he’d made it exactly to your liking with extra cinnamon, and very obviously lots of powdered sugar. 

Making quick work of eating your breakfast, and serving your coffee (two splashes of French vanilla creamer and three teas spoons of sugar), you washed your plate, putting it to dry and then grabbed your speaker off the table. 

While you still wished you were in Angels arms, the simple gesture of him making you your favorite breakfast, warmed your heart, and you couldn’t resist sending him a text as soon as you sat down on the couch and turned the tv on: 

To: Mi Santo Diablo:

Thank you for leaving me breakfast, Mi Rey. Te Amo hasta que no queden estrellas en el cielo. 

You made quick work of taking a picture of your small smile, face half hidden in his hoodie and attaching it to the text before pressing send. 

While waiting for a response you turned on your speaker, connected it to your phone and put on some upbeat Spanish music while you put on a show on mute in the background (a habit you’d picked up as a teenager so you wouldn’t feel so lonely while studying late at night). You’d started cleaning up as the music started. While it wasn’t something you wanted to do today, it was better to keep yourself busy than disappear into your mind. 

You spent the next hour cleaning the kitchen, and moved on to vacuuming the rug in the living room when you heard your phone go off and you knew it was Angel, so you opened it quickly

From: Mi Santo Diablo:

You’re welcome, Mi Dulce. You deserved a day to sleep in. Yo también te amo. Hasta que el sol deje de arder. 

You smiled and went to send a series of emojis when another text came in. 

From: Mi Santo Diablo:

You look bella in my sweater, bebe. Can’t wait to have you in my arms.

You deleted the text you were gonna send and then proceeded to sending a few puppy eye emojis with some of the emoji with the floating hearts around the face, making use of the echo feature so it would fill up his screen. Before you went back to cleaning.

By the time you were done, cleaning, doing laundry, and putting said laundry away, the sun was starting to set and getting dark.

Walking back to the kitchen, you go about making vodka sauce and white rice to make penne ala vodka. Usually you’d wait for Angel, but you hadn’t eaten since breakfast since you skipped lunch. Plus, he called to say he’d be a bit late and to eat without him. And while you didn’t want to, and it made you frown, you did so because you’d likely pass out if you went any longer without eating. 

You ate your food pretty quickly, as always when it was a pasta dish, setting some aside for Angel in the microwave and another one for him to take to the clubhouse tomorrow before putting the rest of it in the fridge and washing the dishes. 

While still in the kitchen, you lit a few candles, setting one on the counter and taking the other with you to the coffee table in front of the couch as you watched the last rays of the sun disappear.

Sitting on the couch, you grabbed your phone off the table and lowered the music a bit so it wasn’t blaring so loudly the neighbors probably felt it in their bones. You found a not quite so upbeat song, but wasn’t so sad either. It just depended. It was one you’d found a few months back and you couldn’t help but falling in love with the lyrics. 

Putting it on repeat you laid on the couch and just stared blankly at the fire, listening to the song, and singing along certain parts. 

You were so caught up in just singing along quietly, staring at the fire of your candle, that you didn’t hear the door open and close behind you. Nor did you hear the footsteps walking towards the back of the couch nor feel the warm chocolate brown eyes staring you, full of love as you sighed and curled up a little more as the song restarted, putting your face deeper into the hoodie.

To Angel, it was cute finding you curled up on the couch in his clothes. Filled him with a lot more love than he thinks he’d ever be able to show you but he’d be damned if he didn’t try every now and then to do so. It also made him want to fuck you in them until you could only say his name and were creaming all over him 

But seeing you now, curled up as small as you could make yourself and likely a hairsbreadth away from startle to cry, he knew that wasn’t what you needed, so before he did anything he walked back up to your room, changed out of his clothes and put on some grey sweats, forgoing the shirt. 

It wasn’t long before he was standing in front of you, blocking your view of the candle and watching, slightly amused as you blinked and trailed your eyes up his legs, stopping briefly on his very obvious dick print before they trailed up his chest and then to his face before meeting his eyes.

“Move, I wanna lay down.” He says without much else, watching the small smile make its way to her face, likely about to say something, before he decided to make his way on to the couch. His girl was small, fun size, a huffing voice sounding very much like yours said in his head, and that made her easy to just pick up and carry around. So he did just that. Picked her up and then stretched himself out on the couch, before sitting her on top of him. The annoyed huff she let out was followed shortly by giggling 

“Excuse me, I was laying there.” She says and he scoffs. 

“Nah, mami, you were curled up like a little kitten.” He says and smirks, “Big difference.”  

The pout on her face is cute and he can’t help but laugh, as he brings her down to place a kiss on her lips. 

“Rude, mi amor. Very rude.” You says, quickly getting comfortable, hiding her face in his neck as his arms wrap around her in a tight embrace. And when he thinks you’re gonna be quiet, and just enjoy being in his arms, you lift your head up, eyes narrowed at him. “Also, who the fuck gave you permission to look like such a fucking thot, huh? Wearing my favorite grey sweats without my permission.” 

It made him laugh, his arms tightening around you a little more but not enough to hurt you. 

“Hush up, mi dulce, you Ain’t one to talk. Wearing them fucking leggings.” He’s  quick to move his hands down to your tights clad ass and squeezing before he lands one hard smack on each cheek, causing you to yelp and then giggle as he brings his arms back around you rubbing up and down your back slightly before embracing you again. 

“Alright, fair point.” You say, looking up at him, your eyes full of love, and if humanly possible you’d likely have hearts for pupils whenever you stared at him. You kiss at his neck and what you can reach of his jaw for a few before you just decide to lay there, the song once again restarting.

Angel lays there, just listening to you breath, feeling you inches arms, and he doesn’t know what he’d do without you, nor where he’d be. You were one of the few constants in his life. The one person he knew he could always count on to have his back and support him and he loved you for it. Always will. And hearing your even breathing on his neck, the small puffs of air warm against his neck only certified his resolve to make sure nothing ever happened to you, that he never did anything to hurt you. At least not intentionally. He knew he’d found forever with you. And he wouldn’t trade it for anything. 

Listening to the song playing, he sang along so quietly he doubted you could hear him, aware of your sleepy state:

Yo quisiera darte las constelaciones

Más millones de caricias en un manantial (yeh)

Si te fallo quiero que no me perdones (no)

Porque no mereces que nadie te trate mal

Tu presencia es necesaria por razones

Que hasta el sol de hoy no encuentro ni cómo explicar

Pero estoy agradecido por montones

Porque te encontré cuando no hallaba qué buscar

Tu cabello se posa sobre mi pecho

Y es valioso el hecho de sentirte respirar

Lo creas o no, me siento satisfecho

Pues, tú me mostraste lo importante que es amar

Tus ojos me reflejan el sentimiento

Justo en tus pupilas se deduce que es real (real)

Si no quieres decir nada dame un beso (dame un beso)

Y no me sueltes nunca más

Me siento fenomenal

Porque siento que es real 

Listening to him sing the words so quietly, nearly sounding like a prayer to you, warmed your heart, and the tight feeling present in your chest from the moment you woke up seemed to just evaporate as you felt his arms tighten their hold on you, one arm staying around you and the other traveling up to card his fingers through your hair, his lips against the top of your head. And you couldn’t help yourself:

“Te amo, Angel Ignacio Reyes. Hoy y Para Siempre.” You said, with a slight squeeze of your own arms around him before you gave in to the tiredness you’d felt for hours now. Knowing you were safe. 

Slipping away into unconsciousness, you smiled as you heard his reply. 

“Te amo, Y/N Y/M/N Reyes. Hoy y Para Siempre.”

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[spookysmujer]

Nightmare, O. Diaz

Summary: Y/N has a bad dream of losing Oscar, he spends the late night trying to console her.

warnings: mentions of violence/blood, cute s h e t 🥺 fluff!Oscar

word count: 1.2k

requested by @lillict

A/N: If I were his girlfriend, I would be having so much nightmares of losing him as well, be fearin’ for my mans. I hope you enjoy babe! Please don’t forget to heart, commment, reblog, follow and turn on the notifs for when I post new content!! Thank you! 

(gif belongs to @merakiaes 🦋)

The scene that is playing out in front of you is just as those in the movies. Everything seems okay for the moment, hope strong like a knight in shining armor riding in on a steed. But then that hope being crushed in an instance.

Oscar stands in front of you, mangled and beat. He faces you as the muscles of his face torque to confusion. You weren’t there just a second ago. Matter of the fact you weren’t anywhere near him. And when you came rushing down the street, calling out to him, everything changed.

A hooded figure behind him raises their arm, a gun in hand and pointed towards the love of your life. Here you are, happy to see that he is alive but now the reason he won’t be. Before you can use your voice to warn him, the sound of the bullet leaving the barrel rings in your ears, his eyes widening as it pierces his back. It causes him to stumble forward.

You reach out with your arms to catch him, the both of you falling to the pavement. His heavy weight bearing down on you, the tremble in your lips and you are barely able to roll him over. As soon as you can get him on his back, the dark red has seeped onto the fabric of his clothes on the front of his tank top.

“O-oh, no, no I’m sorry. O-oscar?” You speak his name out but no noise comes from your lips. You try to scream him back to life nothing but a strained noise escapes you. What did you do? Your voice finally sounds but the image of a bleeding out Oscar starts to fade away, The colorful scene beginning to soften to black and white and then gone.

You can feel the air fill your lungs as your eyes open. Beads of sweat over your forehead and heat radiating off your body as the comforter is flung off you. You’re in your bed, at Oscar’s place

“Hey, hey, you okay? Y/N, hey look at me.” You’re looking down at Oscar’s bare torso, no tank top, no blood stains. After a moment of relief, realizing that it was just a nightmare, you lock eyes with him. His face of worry lessens as you take deep breath.

You shake you head and squeeze your eyes as the image of him shot flashes once more. “Talk to me.” He reaches over you to turn on your bedside lamp. The dim light hurting your eyes for a brief moment. You can feel the heart palpitations in your chest begin to fall away, the more deep breaths you take.

“I’m sorry... bad dream. Of you,” Oscar sighs, interlocking your fingers to his. He knows exactly what you mean when you say that. It’s the same nightmare that you’ve been having for the past few weeks. It began to worry him with how much sleep you are losing. It being hard for you to fall back asleep afterwards. “Losing you... haunts me when I’m awake and asleep.”

“Bebe... Cuchillos is gone. She’s dead. She can’t control me or hurt me no more. The Streets are a thing of the past for me. We aren’t in Freeridge. We are safe, hm?” He pushes your unruly hair over your shoulder, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder.

The sounds off cars passing pull your attention from him. You look around and see the messy, half un-packed room. We aren’t in Freeridge anymore. Cuchillos can’t hurt him, the streets are a thing of the past, Y/N.

But even those reminders won’t stop the nightmares from coming. Oscar can see how your mind is racing by the dazed look on your face. He places another kiss on your shoulder to pull you back to reality, “What’s on your mind, mamas?”

After another deep breath, you turn to him and look for reassurance in his eyes.

“I guess.. though that part of your life is done with.. you know, I guess I know that no matter where you run to your past can still haunt you.” You tell him, he purses his lips, running a hand over his tired face.

“Not this time, no one to chase me but the memories. Remember that, okay? The one who could hurt me is gone. Everything in with the streets were handled before we left. No one will come for me. The Santos still have my back and would let me know should something come our way.” Oscar runs his thumb along your knuckles as a comfort mechanism.

“We left because of me. Because I kept bugging you to seek out this life.”

The corner of his lip twitches up to a lopsided grin, “Encouraged me, motivated me to move on and get what I truly have been wanting, I don’t see a issue with that.” Oscar had became more optimistic since dating you. And most times, you adored how he saw the brighter side of everything but in the moment it annoyed you how he didn’t see the problem.

“I am trying to get you to see the big picture. You did all of that because of me, because I encouraged you to. People know Spooky traded in his glock for a domestic life. That makes you vulnerable. That can get you killed, I could be the reason you get a bullet in your back.”

Just like the nightmare. Oscar being distracted by you, he doesn’t see the danger that follows behind him.

Releasing yourself from his hold, you slip out of bed to get some water. The heavy feeling of the worrying making you thirsty. After a few gulps of the cold liquid, you lean against the counter and rubbing your temples.

You hear a click of a gun, your heart jumping at the sound but it’s only Oscar standing across from you. He holds a glock in his hands, showing it to you from where he stands, “I got one on the bedroom, one near the door and even under the sink in the bathroom.

“We may have left Freeridge, but I can promise you, Freeridge hasn’t left me.I know that how I left things won’t guarantee mine or your safety 100% but I know the odds are a lot more in my favor than they have ever been in the past 25 years of my life. You were not the reason I decided to do this, you were one of them but I wanted this for me. If anyone comes to put a bullet in my back, it’ll be because of me and only me. You will never be the reason for that. Understand?”

His seriousness in his voice relaxes you a lot more. You nod and try to release any remaining tension in your body through another exhale.” Yeah, I understand. I’ll keep reminding myself of that.”

“I’ll remind you as much as you need, mi amor.”

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[narcosmx]

narcos mexico headcannon list: them being protective would include (pt. 2)

a/n: just when i thought i couldn’t get any fucking softer i go and i write this, next i’m off to tackle request thank you for being patient with me ... also needed to use this pic bc fuckin wow offended

so for this i divided this up into two categories divided up by how the narcos men would primarily demonstrate their protectiveness

the two groups that they fall under are physically protective and emotionally protective 

physically protective was part 1 and here we are to go into what is for sure going to be the death of me which is those who are emotionally protective 

okay when i say emotionally protective, i’m thinking that they make you feel safe; there isn’t as much concern about a whole army of people following you at all times and willing to kill someone for you but it’s about you knowing that they’re there for you 

not that these motherfuckers wouldn’t kill someone for you but it’s not that they wouldn’t kill someone for you, we all saw the palma scene you know what i’m talking about

it’s just like they’re more likely to kill someone because they disrespected you than because they got too close to you 

anyways the three people that fall into these categories are the softest of narcos men 

palma, benjamin and  chapito i’m sobbing so let’s begin my torture 

hector palma 

my fucking sweet soft ass daddy 

like i want you to think about that scene where lupe comes out crying from the room when clavel tells her that miguel sent out to kill palma

the way he was so freakign soft with her, already reaching out to hold her when he sees her crying 

that is what palma is all about making you feel emotionally safe; like you can tell him absolutely anything and he will be there to 

i am heart eyes at the idea that he would for sure be the one to come check on you to make sure you were okay all the time 

like when you’re at a party and maybe he’s out talking to the other plaza bosses he keeps his eyes on you, stands so he can keep an eye on you 

would make excuses to go get a drink so he can walk by and check on you 

him reaching up to like caress your face with his thumb and leaning down to kiss your forehead and gently lifting your face by your chin to look up at him because he wants you looking into his eyes 

‘todo bien, mi vida? hmm?’ whispering gently before giving you a soft kiss on the lips 

and if he takes too long because you’re like cooing up at him the other guys are smirking and yelling at him to stop being a madilon (being whipped) but he wouldn’t give a shit 

him turning back around after you reassure him you’re okay like 24 times he nods and turns around with his stupid smirk flipping the other guys off and he’s like ‘ya calmanse, tranquilos morros’

notices when you’re off right away, like even if you’re like in the slightest mood he is on it trying to make you feel better

palma will literally call his men to figure shit out today by themselves ‘porque me voy a quedar con mi reina hoy y punto, hijos de su reshingada madre’

will do whatever you need, this bitch would happily stay in bed with you all day/ you want your favorite meal? he will slave in the kitchen all day and just have you curled up in a blanket sitting at the kitchen table

can you just imagine freaking palma with a trapo slung over his shoulder, looking over at you and winking at you, before coming over and squishing your cheeks just being like “ugh mI SHULADA”

but yeah him squishing your face would be something he does often because he’s convinced you’re the cutest piece of shit he’s ever encountered 

will do anything to make sure you’re happy and holy shit if someone makes you unhappy ... if someone upsets you palma’s going off

like baseball bats to he knee head popping off you know

benjamin 

the level headed one amongst a family of complete human firecrackers; calm and collected god he’s such a soft daddy

but also conservative daddy on the streets for sure 

benjamin wouldn’t be one, LIKE HIS BROTHER, to be smacking your ass, kissing at your neck and grabbing at you 

it’s very much like he doesn’t want anyone seeing him be intimate for you; those things are only shared between the two of you 

benjamin treats you and respects you like a queen and he will not fucking stand for anyone treating you like anything less

can you imagine the amount of times he has to smack the shit out of pancho’s and ramon’s head 

angry hissing at them, this isn’t the time where he’s yelling at them this is when he gets in his really low whispers and pulls them really close to threaten them through closed teeth 

like ‘no puedes ver que hay una dama, no quiero oir tus grocerias enfrente de ella, estamos?’ 

and if that’s what he’s out here doing to his brother’s imagine how he would be around literally anyone else 

min makes it a point that you mean so much to him

since he isn’t the biggest in pda, he feels like he needs to constantly reassure you that he still loves you 

 like very subtle acts of pda, holding your hand and giving it a soft squeeze so you’ll look up at him and he’ll give you his warm smile and kiss the back of your hand 

cannot leave the house without a goodbye kiss and being able to tell you to be safe and call him if you need anything 

like he can’t go on with his day if he hasn’t reminded you of those two things 

and at first assuming the whole ‘call me if you need me’ thing was just a thing he said to make you feel better but wouldn’t really be able to do 

but then you call him one day; maybe you’re having car trouble and you need help being like ‘i’m sorry amor... i know you’re busy and...” 

and benjamin is already snapping at someone to get the car ready and is immediately telling you he’ll be there in a few minutes, telling you there is absolutely no reason to apologze he meant it A N Y T H IN G 

i just his protectiveness is all about taking care of you, making you feel safe in the fact that no matter what he got you... you don’t have to worry about anything as long as he’s here 

mi chapito

chapito absolutamente el amor de mi vida i am sobing 

chapito’s protectiveness is about protecting and perserving yOUR HONOR THAT IS SO FUCKING HIM

he’s pretty fucking positive you’re an angel walking on earth 

has told his mom that you’re the angelito that diosito sent him to keep him safe and showing him there’s still some good in this fucking world

anyways you’re the purest and most precious thing in his life and he’s going to make sure you stay that way

needs everyone to see you as their pure bean too okay

the moment that i keep imagining is in season 1 is  when ramon makes fun of chapito about him getting it up 

if anyone made even something approaching a sexual comment around you he would be squaring this person up doesn’t give a shit that is ramon who’s half a foot taller than him no one disrespects his bebe

if some moron said a sexual comment about you fucking forget it okay the sinaloa cartel is fucking savage i need you to consider that palma, THE BOSS, beat someone to death with a baseball bat now imagine what chapito would do as the person PALMA SENDS OUT TO FUCKING MURDER PEOPLE 

in conclusion, chapo would tear someone limb from limb for your ass 

and again on the sinaloenses; they are the biggest fucking group of buttholes they will roast each other all day every fucking day 

and chapito isn’t unaware of this, i mean cochi is his closest friends he knows what this shit is like

and oof fucking chapo can dish it out too and he’ll take it from anyone BUT THE SECOND THAT THE JOKES MOVE TO YOU HE’S SHUTTING THAT SHIT DOWN IN AN INSTANT 

even to coshi he’s like ‘aye aye no te pasas cabron, de mi princesa no se habla’ and gets his most serious face because cochi’s trying to laugh it off 

similar to palma and that he’d be checking in with you all the time; as much as he can and as frequently as he can 

and he doesn’t give a shit about what other people may think of him but if something is upsetting you, making you uncomfortable it is fucking cancelled and he’s going to make sure of it 

always worries about making you feel safe because you are his safety... you are home to him and he’s going to make sure of it 

also protective in like stupid subtle ways wanting to make you feel safe; walking on the side closest to the street on the sidewalk, keeping his hands on your waist when you’re walking through a crowd, always checking the house to make sure everything is locked up, always sleeps with his arms wrapped around you 

i have this idea of him buying you a guard dog so that he knows you’re safe when he’s away... s o  b b i n g

i will end this before i end myself 

[cncofantasias]

Justice - With Christopher Velez

Chapter 1: Everything

Hey guys! I really hope you enjoy this imagine because I’m hoping to turn it into a series. Let me know what you think, it’s a lot different from what you’re used to reading because I don’t involve their singing careers in this but it’s more of a mystery. I got the idea from watching a ton of Law & Order: SVU but it’s not based off one specific episode. If I turn it into a series I do plan on including all of the cast members into the story one way or another. Anyways hope you enjoy it!

Summary: You’ve dated your boyfriend Christopher Velez for 2 years and even now that you guys have been together for so long, there was still so much stuff Christopher refused to tell you. That is until Christopher gets arrested for the murder of a man named Zabdiel de Jesus. As the trial against Christopher goes on you learn things about him that you never thought he was capable of. Y/n is fighting between the Christopher who was her loving and adoring boyfriend and the man who’s committed so many awful crimes.

Chapter 2

“Christopher Velez you are under arrest for the murder of Zabdiel de Jesus. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law—“

My head was spinning and for a second I thought I was dreaming but it wasn’t until I heard him yelling my name that I snapped out of it. “Y/n! Y/n! Llame mi abogado! Call him him and tell him to meet me at the precinct bebe!”

I quickly nodded barely able wrap my head around what was happening as I followed behind the police who were escorting mi bebe, Christopher, out of our house. As soon as they put him in the backseat of the cop car I took out my phone with shaky hands and began dialing our lawyer, Joel Pimentel. The only reason I knew who he was because one night a couple months ago Christopher gave me his number. He said in case something ever happened to him I needed to know who to call. I didn’t understand at the time what he was referring to, but I guess I do now. 

As I sat in the lobby of the precinct waiting for our lawyer to show up, my mind was racing. I didn’t know if I could believe Christopher as a murderer. He was always the sweetest boyfriend to me: he showered me in affection, always kept his promises to me, and never once had I been scared he’d be violent towards me. I wanted to believe he was innocent, but deep down it made sense... Since we first started dating he always was sketchy about telling me personal information about him.

2 years ago

“So tell me Mr. Velez what do you do for a living that you can afford to take me out to a restaurant so expensive they charge you for the water?” I teasingly emphasized his name as I studied him, enamored with who I saw when I looked at him. 

“No te preocupes por eso mi amor. Todo lo que necesitas saber es que hago negocio.” He reached over the table and held onto my hand as he sent a wink my way.

I stared at him for a bit furrowing my eyebrows trying to get any indication of what he was really meant with his response. He held a stone face as he looked into my eyes and I slowly nodded my head and went back to eating.

“Miss. Y/L/N,” “hello, Miss. Y/L/N.”

I snapped out of my thoughts to see our lawyer in front of me. “Perdóname, I was just thinking.”

“It’s okay Miss. Y/L/N, I understand how difficult this situation must be on you. Why don’t you wait here while I go talk to the investigating officers and get as much information as I can about the situation?”

I nodded my head at him unable to find the correct words to say to him at the moment. He gave me quick nod as I watched him disappear. I knew that I was very little of a help, but Christopher had prepared me that way. He never gave me too much information about him and at the moment I was conflicted; I couldn’t believe the man I choose to lay in bed with, could be a murderer and who knows what else.

Half an hour had passed as I waited for Mr. Pimentel to get back with the information he promised. A part of me didn’t want him to come back, if he never came back and he never told me the horrible details then maybe it wouldn’t be real. But of course that wasn’t reality, no matter what we were still stuck in this situation.

“Okay Miss. Y/L/N, Christopher is being charged on first degree murder as well as multiple counts of arson, burglary. It looks as thought they’ve been investigating Christopher for some time now for distribution of narcotics-“

“Wait, wait, wait distribution of narcotics? I don’t understand. Christopher doesn’t do drugs and I’ve never in the 2 years we’ve been together found any illegal drugs in his possession.”

Mr. Pimentel looked at me shocked for a second, his face conflicted as he began deciding if he should be the one to break the news to you.

“Miss. Y/L/N, I cannot divulge too much information about the case but I want you to know that Mr. Velez isn’t who you think he is. This case runs so deep that even the Federal Bureau of Narcotics is involved and they’ve done much investigating until they presumed that your boyfriend is the leader of the largest gang in New York.”

My heart dropped, my brain buzzed. I didn’t know what was going on and all I could do was stare at him. “Did he ever tell you anything to lead you to believe that he held that position?”

I shook my head a no in response, “I- I- need some air.” I escaped out from his stare as fast as I could and walked out of the front door feeling the crisp hair hit me. I stood on the sidewalk hunched over with my hands on my knees. Everything was a lie, he was a lie. The life we had begun to build together wasn’t real and now I didn’t know if the man that I shared 5 years of memories worth, was real or fake.

1 year ago

We were parked on a cliff overlooking the ocean. There was no car in sight for miles and a soft rhythm was playing on the radio adding to our romantic evening together. The sun was beginning to go down as the salty fresh air filled my nostrils. I was admiring the view with my hand interlocked with Christopher’s.

“Eres tan bella.”

A light blush filled my checks as I teared my eyes away from the scenery to look into his.

“Nomás dices eso porque me miras con ojos de corazón.”

“No, eres tan bella y/n que cuando salgo contigo los otros muchachos están celosos que ya tienes alguien. And I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

I felt my heart clench a little at his beautiful words. I stared into his eyes and just staring into them made me believe him. He wasn’t afraid to let his eyes show the amount of passion he held for me.

“Do you see a future for us Christopher?”

“Of course I do, I see us moving somewhere far away from here one day. Living in our own house, in one of those neighborhoods where it’s so safe nobody is scared to leave there doors unlocked and the kids ride their bikes around.”

“Do you want kids mi amor?”

“I want as many kids as you’ll give me cariño and I want them to look exactly like you with your beautiful hair, tu sonrisa, tus ojos bonitos. And by that time you’ll have graduated with your degree and have your career. Tal vez puedo ser un stay at home dad while you work like an independent boss woman and bring in the money,” he gave me a wink and I playfully hit his chest laughing.

“You wouldn’t be a machista that I’m the woman of the house and bringing in the money?”

“Claro que no. You’ve worked so hard studying all the time it’s only fair that I let you live your dream career.”

My heart melted hearing him say that, because he understood my struggle to be where I was. With Christopher I never had to worry if I didn’t have enough money to pay for my rent or my school tuition or anything else really because he always took care of it. I didn’t even have to embarrass myself by asking him for the money to pay the bill that I couldn’t afford. He’d already know because of how open I was with him and he’d just do it because he wanted to help me. I knew that no matter what your future held: whether it was me working and he wasn’t or both of us working. I knew that I’d always be okay with him and that I could always depend on him because it was never about whose money it was and he wasn’t so traditional that he felt the need to overpower me just because he was a man.

I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him in crashing my lips onto his. Our lips moved together perfectly without too much effort and his hands gripped onto my waist. In that one kiss.. it was everything.

I pulled away from him and leaned my forehead on his as we both sat breathing for air. “Quiero todo eso y más contigo mi amor.”

“Yo también bebecita.”

I was still outside the precinct hunched over fighting for a breath I’d been holding and before I knew it... I was crying.

[cncobaby222]

This boys fire

This was inspired by this boys fire by Carlos Santana Jennifer Lopez and baby bash

Word count : 1213

Description: you and Joel are Bestfriends and when they get a break from tour you go out to the club with them and start dancing with Richard and yeah ——————————————————————————

I believe in never let my strip get hotter

Than Something I can Get out of, ones that heats up on me

I told ‘em this would be a one time dance

Meaning on time chance after i said that, Oh

That’s when he got close to me

All the Other music stopped but the violin

Conversation, One dance, Sip a Bottle of the best

Now i’m asking myself,” what has he done to me ?”

You feel the vibrations from the speakers of the club your supposed to be meeting your bestfriend at you walk into the club and go straight to the bar and text your Best friend “hey I’m here where are you” “I’m right behind you” you turn around to see your Best friend Joel standing there with a couple of guys standing behind him you stand up to hug him and notice his friend eyed haven’t let you since they came up to you “ did you get anything to drink yet” you look back at Joel and shake your head no, he walks away to the bar as you kind of just stand there not really knowing where to go you see his friends or which think are his friends considering he came with them staring at you ,

you walk towards them to introduce yourself so it’s not awkward “ hi guys” the blonde hair guy looks your way only to look you up and down and walk way to sit down “don’t mind him he’s a little moody I’m Chris this is erick and Zabdiel “ you wave and Joel comes back “ where did Richard go “ you point over to the table you see him sitting at talking to a girl you roll your eyes. You turn back around and take the drink out of joel’s hand

This can’t turn into love,no

The rose petals were all in the air

Just might need that fire truck to come and get me

You walk away from joel and head to the dance floor you feel the bass of the music pulsing through you. You start to dance and feel somebody behind you, you turn around to see chris dancing with you, as you continue to dance you turn to see richard staring at you intensely while drinking his drink so you decide to tease him a little bit you walk away from chris and head to the bar and start talking to joel “ hey what’s up” you look at joel and shake your head “ i need more to drink”

Joel looks at you and chuckles “ what do you want to drink?’” you shrug and say “ let’s take

Shots” Joel walks over to the bar to order shots for everybody, as you walk over to the table you see erick and zabdiel talking and you go and sit by erick and listen to their conversation when you see richard and christopher walking towards the table, your just dancing by the table waiting on joel to bring the shots. Richard looks at you while he sits down and you continue to dance, you see joel start walking towards the table you stop dancing and sit down next to richard and take a couple of shots.

Dip me in water ‘cause this boy’s fire has got a hold of me

Can’t say i don’t want it’ cause he really put it on me

In way i don’t know if i’m going or coming

Dip me in water ‘ cause this boy’s fire

Has got a hold of me

Didn’t have to know from your body put it on me

Not just physically but mentally, andale on me

As your sitting at the table with the guys you feel richard put his hand on your leg but you ignore it and let the alcohol consume you, you hear the music blasting and everybody talking around you as you look down and still see richards hand on your leg, you look over to him and ask him if he wants to dance he looks up at you and nods his head you stand and grab his hand and you hear the all the other guys whistle at you, you turn to look at Joel and see him nod in approval because the last thing you want to do is start drama with your Best friend and his band mate as you pull Richard to the dance floor you feel him grab your waist as your guiding him through the crowd as you get to the middle of the dance floor you pull Richard closer so you can feel him against you.

Gotta call a cab if i don’t need gonna have me

With every young stunna in the hood wanna have me

Uh,so much of him i couldn’t surrender

‘Cause i know where this could end up

And with that right now i can’t play

I know i drive him loco but that’s just the way

You make a mama’s hips go

Richard looks at you and smiles to himself and whispers in your ear “you look really beautiful tonight mi amor”. You blush and say thank you , you turn around and look Richard in the eyes and you notice his eyes a deep brown which makes you fall for him you feel him slowly start leaning in before you know it his lips are on yours and it feels as the whole world has stopped and it was just the two of you guys. You pull away and look at him and you hear him say “ I know that you’re Joel’s best friend but I can’t stop thinking about you , when he first showed us a picture of you I was amazed at how beautiful you were and now I got to know you and you are amazing and different than the other girls like you don’t throw yourself at me like everybody and I admire that” you just look at him shocked you didn’t know he felt that way about you but you can’t lie to yourself you do find Richard very attractive and sweet but you never actually thought about dating him or anything because he’s Joel’s bandmate and one his best friends but as your in deep thought you hear richard say “Bebe en que estas pensando” you look at him and shake your head and say nothing. You look at him and smile and say “ i’m happy you guys decided to come out with me.” Richard looks at you and chuckles and pulls you closer “ i want you and i want to be able to call you mine.” you look at him and pull him down to kiss him and say” i really do like you but maybe ask me when we both aren’t drunk.” Richard looks at you with a little disappointment in his eyes which hurt you to see so you turn around and continue to dance with him and then think about , you have this perfect man behind you dancing and his smile is so beautiful you can’t help but smile you turn back around to face him and say i’ll take that chance with you But don’t break my heart Camacho. Richard Smiles and says I promise i won’t as long as you don’t break mine.

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

Cali Y El Dandee - Yo Te Esperaré

YO TE ESPERARÉ - CALI Y EL DANDEE

I’m sorry, but I had to show you guys all types of Spanish music. And this song was BIG, it reminds me of sixth grade / first of secondary school and how everybody thought they were intense and poetic listening and quoting “Yo Te Esperaré”

If you want to hear something better, here’s last post: https://jackdragon20.tumblr.com/post/185403601211/ella-bebe-todays-song-is-the-female-empowering

Here we go

So, Cali y el Dandee are Colombian , not Spaniards, but again, “No te esperaré” was HUGE here. They started on 2010, and the group is formed by the brothers Alejandro [Cali] and Mauricio [Cali] Rengifo. They are one of the earliest examples of the urban and latin music scene that’s dominating right now in the Hispanic world. I don’t know much more about them because I don’t really like that kinda music, but I think they are still going strong.

“Yo te esperaré” translates to “I will wait for you”, and it’s one of the cringiest songs I’ve ever heard. It was out in 2011, and all 12 and 13 years old were flipping their shit with this song (trust me, I was 13. I suffered it). It know reminds me of that time, simpler and also stupider tbh. Like, it was quoted all over Tuenti (the Spanish MySpace) and if Tik Tok or Musical.ly or even Instagram existed in that dark time, it would have been even worse. 

Here are the lyrics, so you can see what I’m talking about:

Yo te esperaré

I will wait for you Nos sentaremos juntos frente al mar

We’ll sit together by the sea Y de tu mano podré caminar

And I’ll be able to walk holding your hand Y aunque se pase toda mi vida yo te esperaré

And even if all life goes by I will wait for you Sé que en tus ojos todavía hay amor

I know that in your eyes there’s still love Y tu mirada dice volveré

And your look says “I’ll come back” Y aunque se pase toda mi vida yo te esperaré

And even if all life goes by I will wait for you

Sin saber de la cuenta regresiva pienso

Without knowing about the countdown I think Que aunque no he vuelto a ser el mismo y lo confieso

That even if I haven’t been the same and I confess it Espero que el perdón esté en tu mente y yo te rezo

I hope that forgiveness is in your mind and I pray to you Pero aunque soy sincero y lo prometo no me miras

But even if I’m sincere and I promise it you don’t look at me Después abres la puerta y digo si te vas no vuelvas

Then you open the door and I say if you go away don’t come back La rabia me consume y lloras

Wrath consumes me and you cry Te alejas caminando y la vida se me desploma sin saberlo

You walk away and life crumbles without knowing Te lo juro no lo sabía y de haberlo sabido otra suerte sería

I swear I didn’t know it and if I had known it everything would be different Cuatro de septiembre, mi frase (si te vas no vuelves) me persigue

September fourth, my phrase (if you go away don’t come back) haunts me Y siento ganas de llamarte, pero no contestas

And I feel like calling you, but you don’t answer No entiendo por qué no contestas

I don’t know why you don’t answer Si aunque hayamos peleado todo sigue

Even if we have fighted everything stays the same Siete de septiembre la llamada que llegaría

September seventh, the call that would come Me dicen que ahí estás, que no llame a la policía

They tell me that you are there, that I mustn’t call the police Luego cuelgan

Then they hang-up Todavía no pierdo la fe, sé que algún día volverás

I still haven’t lose the faith, I know that someday you’ll come back Y pase lo que pase

And come what may

Yo te esperaré

I will wait for you Nos sentaremos juntos frente al mar

We’ll sit together by the sea Y de tu mano podré caminar

And I’ll be able to walk holding your hand Y aunque se pase toda mi vida yo te esperaré

And even if all life goes by I will wait for you Sé que en tus ojos todavía hay amor

I know that in your eyes there’s still love Y tu mirada dice volveré

And your look says “I’ll come back” Y aunque se pase toda mi vida yo te esperaré

And even if all life goes by I will wait for you

Siento que me quitaron un pedazo de mi alma

I feel like they took a piece of my soul Si te vas no queda nada, queda un corazón sin vida

If you go away there’s nothing left, it only remains a lifeless heart Que a raíz de tu partida se quedó solo gritando pero a media voz

That since your departure has been alone screaming but only half-voiced Siento que la vida se me va porque no estoy contigo

I feel like life’s going away because I’m not with you Siento que mi luna ya no está si no está tu cariño

I feel like my moon is no more if your affection isn’t here Ni toda la vida ni toda el agua del mar podrá

Not even all the life or all the water in the sea will be capable of Apagar todo el amor que me enseñaste a sentir

Extinguishing all the love that you taught me to feel Sin ti yo me voy a morir solo si vueles quiero despertar

Without you I’m gonna die only if you come back I want to wake up Porque lejos no sirve mi mano para caminar

Because far you can’t hold my hand Porque solo espero que algún día puedas escapar

Because I just hope that sometime you can escape

Yo te esperaré

I will wait for you Nos sentaremos juntos frente al mar

We’ll sit together by the sea Y de tu mano podré caminar

And I’ll be able to walk holding your hand Y aunque se pase toda mi vida yo te esperaré

And even if all life goes by I will wait for you Sé que en tus ojos todavía hay amor

I know that in your eyes there’s still love Y tu mirada dice volveré

And your look says “I’ll come back” Y aunque se pase toda mi vida yo te esperaré

And even if all life goes by I will wait for you

Si tu te vas no queda nada

If you go away there’s nothing left Sigo cantando con la luz apagada

I’m still singing with the light off Porque la guerra me quitó tu mirada

Because war took away your smile (Y aunque se pase toda mi vida yo te esperaré)

(And even if all life goes by I will wait for you) 

So yeah, really dramatic and dark. You can imagine all the posts with verses of the song trying to be profound and sensible and all that stuff. To be honest, translating the lyrics, they are not that bad, it’s just the tone and the freaking auto-tune that really rubs me the wrong way. But honestly, it’s one of the best urban and latin songs out there, at least for me.

Someday I’ll make a post about how it has evolved the genre, with kinda the “modern Yo te Esperaré”, the thing that is “Purpurina”, by Tito el Gambino. Until that horrible day, sleep well my people. Sleep well.

Hope you liked the post :)

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narcos mexico head cannon list: the men being fathers would include ...

a/n: sorry aboUT THE WHIPLASH I’M GIVING EVERYONE BUT HERE WE GO probs going to keep going back and forth so a “first time” then a “dad au” so let me know who should go next for first time

we see him as a dad in the show so we start to get some understanding of what kind of father he is 

the first understanding we get is that he’s for sure a ‘money dad’ where he is absolutely fucking shameless about throwing money at his kids 

for example, that birthday party was extra as fuck and that’s what he’s bringing to the table and more 

does he throw money at his kids because he’s not with them as much as he would like to? perhaps, but it’s also rooted in this idea that building this empire, it was for them... to be able to provide more than he fucking could’ve imaged previously

also gift giving dad for sure, like he’s the one to pick up gifts from everywhere he goes 

i just him bringing back cute and little interesting things for them

 don’t know why i get the vibes that he would always get dolls for his daughter; it could be like little porcelain dolls

i could see it being one of two things; either he has porcelain dolls made that look like them and always teasing them because if he had daughters they’d be his muñequitas

or him buying the dolls dressed in regional clothing from wherever he is and they have this little collection of dolls 

i just miguel with daughters gives me heart eyes goodbye

but as we have spoken previously his love language is quality time and the stuff he buys are just trying to replace that so once he gets to be with the kids that’s when he truly like shines you know

like as soon as he’s walking through the doors, he’s already getting down on one knee because he already knows the kids are running to jump into his arms 

and they’re like ‘papi!!!!!’ and he swoops them up into his and squishes them super hard and is like ‘mis changitos” because they literally hang off of him 

and him asking if they behaved for their mom while they were gone as he shoots you this little wink and being like ‘vente amor, te falta besitos, verda’ bebes?’

has a recliner or like a comfy chair in the living room and honestly never gets to sit in it alone and hone’s more than okay with that

as soon as he sits down at least one of them is literally like throwing themselves into their lap and honestly that’s usually when they get their one on one time with their papi

like they curl up in his lap and he just like caresses their head and kisses them and that’s when he like understands his children as individuals and that’s fUCKING BEAUTIFUL

like that scene with abril .... like before he gets stabbed.... but like you know that tnder moment 

he lowkey loves reading the kids bedtime stories, like if the kids are struggling with bed time all he has to say is like the more time they take now the less time they’ll have for story time and they are jumping into the bath 

they curl up with him in their jammies and stuffed animals as he tells them like these adventure stories i am screaming

more often than not you walk into the room and the kids are sleeping on top of of him and miguel is asleep there with them on their chestsl

you just standing in the background, leaning against the door frame and just shaking your head 

miguel is kind of serious by nature so i don’t think he would be like naturally very playful with his kids 

he’s the dad who is like sits on the like outdoor furniture like sipping on a drink, sitting back in a chair and watching his kids play out in the backyard 

and the kids are like ‘paaaapppiii’ and like trying to call him over to play , kicking balls over to him to try to entice him to come play until like the youngest just goes over and pulls on his hand until he gets up

he’s teasing about him being too old to play now, holding his back but he’s already pushing his sleeves up to go play 

starts running after them when they least expect it  

also for sure if they’re in the pool, they spend the whole time splashing their dad until he’s forced to jump in with them 

going on family trips!! i am !! crying

you go AT THE VERY LEAST like two to three times a year

every once in a while he does the whole thing like pretending he’s not going to be go on the trip with them but insists that they still go

kids are all disappointed, pouty and crying but as soon as they open the door to the hotel room miguel like ‘wow you guys must have takne the long way, i’ve been waiting for you’

kids go crazy every single time still

does the surprise things at school events too but like honestly he would do anything and everything to not have to miss them

even if it’s just him running in right when they’re going to like preform or play 

but i’m crying at this image of like he’s taking a phone call at home which he already hates to begin with and takes it outside because he doesn’t want the kids to hear how he’s about to cuss these motherfuckers out 

anyways one of the kids sees that miguel is outside frustrated and they run to get one of their favorite stuffies 

opening the door quietly, trying to tip toe over to him because they know papi is busy but like handing them the stuffed animal 

and miguel gives them a look and them unsuccessfully whispering to miguel like ‘this helps me when i’m frustrated, papi i brought it to help’ and nodding and running inside 

probably stands against the like sliding glass door wanting to make sure it’s being used 

and miguel just giving this fucking adoring little smile and is holding the stuffy by the arm and walk around with it

HE HAS A PICTURE OF THE KIDS IN HIS WALLET, WHENEVER HE OPENS IT UP HE GIVES THIS LITTLE SMILE, puts everything into perspective you know 

whenever he gets worked up about something where he gets his like episodes with his stomach or heart palpatations 

tells them he loves them, he’s convinced it’s not enough times though so he calls randomly to talk to them and work that in 

and them being like “WE KNOW WE LOVE YOU TOO DADDY” and that just makes eveyrthing right in the world to him

i just miguel is so soft for miguel as a dad trying to provide everything for his kids while still letting them know that he’s there for them and loves them sm i cannot

wow oka y i cry at the idea of tio amado  now just imagine my ass when i have to write dad amado i