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[pablothefrog]

My little sister just asked me if I remembered Voltron and when Lance and Keith chose each other in the feud episode

[httpsdana]

hey i'm already sick, i think i've got influanz or something

please can you write something where the reader is so sick and gavi is comforting her , fulff maybe

it will be so cute if you did it

When the Storm Passes~Pablo Gavi

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I'm still alive 😃 things have been a bit quiet for a few days and I'm bored so I thought I might write something in my free time. enjoy <3

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The rain fell relentlessly outside, each drop hitting the window like a tiny drumbeat echoing through the quiet apartment. y/n was curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket that felt a little too heavy, the world outside blurring into shades of gray.

A nasty cold had knocked her off her feet, leaving her with a stuffy nose, an aching head, and an overwhelming desire to do nothing more than sleep. The cozy warmth of the blanket brought little comfort against the chill of her illness.

y/n glanced at the clock on the wall, feeling a twinge of guilt that she had canceled plans with Pablo, her boyfriend. He had wanted to take her out for a surprise dinner to celebrate her recent achievements, but instead, she was here, sniffling and swaddled in layers of fabric.

Just as she settled deeper into the couch, her phone buzzed on the coffee table. With a groan, she reached for it, squinting at the bright screen. It was a message from Gavi.

Pablito <3 : Hey, how are you feeling?

y/n hesitated for a moment, not wanting to admit how miserable she felt, but the truth bubbled to the surface.

y/n: Not great. Just sick and tired.

Pablito <3 : I’m coming over. I’ll bring soup!

She couldn’t help but smile at his thoughtfulness. He always had a way of making her feel better, even from a distance. A few minutes later, the sound of keys jingling at the door broke her thoughts. She had barely enough time to grab a tissue before Gavi entered, a warm smile lighting up his face, instantly making her heart flutter despite her illness.

“Hey, you,” he said softly, closing the door behind him. He kicked off his shoes and rushed to her side, placing a steaming bowl of soup on the coffee table. “I brought you something to warm you up.”

“Thank you,” she croaked, her voice hoarse. Gavi settled down beside her, the couch shifting slightly as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. The heat radiating from him was comforting.

“How bad is it?” he asked gently, brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead.

“You look like you’ve been run over by a bus.” he joked

y/n chuckled softly, even though it sent a wave of coughing through her chest. “Just a cold. I’ll be fine.”

“Fine?” Gavi teased, giving her a mockingly skeptical look. “You’re wearing a blanket like it’s a battle shield. You’re basically a warrior right now.”

“More like a sickly knight,” zhe mumbled, burying her face into his side. The warmth of his body melted away some of her discomfort.

“Okay, then,” he replied, chuckling. “Sickly knight, let me take care of you.” He reached for the soup, holding the bowl in his hands. “Open wide, your royal highness.”

y/n giggled, feeling a little more like herself. Gavi expertly fed her spoonful after spoonful, his playful jokes breaking through the fog of her illness. Each spoon of the warm soup felt like a hug from the inside, soothing her sore throat and warming her belly.

After she finished, Gavi placed the bowl down and brushed his fingers across her cheek. “Do you want to watch a movie or just cuddle for a while?”

“Cuddles sound perfect,” she murmured, nestling closer to him. y/n could feel his warmth wrapping around her like a protective cocoon, and it made her feel safe and cherished.

Gavi turned on the television, scrolling through her favorite movies. As he selected a light-hearted rom-com, she settled into the crook of his neck, breathing in his comforting scent, a mix of cologne and the fresh air from outside. His fingers started running through her hair, gently massaging her scalp as the movie played.

“Can I just say,” he whispered, his voice soft and teasing, “that you’re the cutest sick person I’ve ever seen?”

y/n pulled back slightly to meet his gaze, smirking at his compliment. “You say that to all the girls you date?”

“Only the ones I really care about,” he replied, sincerity washing over his playful tone. She felt a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

As the movie played, she found herself drifting in and out of sleep, comforted by Gavi’s presence. Each time she stirred, he would gently adjust jer blanket or tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear, ensuring she was warm and cozy. It was as if he had taken it upon himself to be her personal caretaker, and she felt a wave of gratitude wash over her.

“Hey,” he said softly during one of her drowsy moments, “do you want me to read you something? I brought your favorite book.”

She nodded, feeling touched by his thoughtfulness. He reached for the book on the coffee table, flipping it open to a marked page. His voice was soothing, wrapping around her like a lullaby as he read aloud, bringing the story to life. The combination of his gentle voice and the story’s familiarity sent her drifting deeper into comfort, her eyelids growing heavier.

At some point, y/n realized she had fallen asleep completely, lulled into a peaceful slumber by Gavi’s warmth and his soft reading.

When she stirred awake again after a while, the movie had ended, and the apartment was quiet except for the sound of rain outside.

She opened her eyes slowly, blinking in the dim light. Gavi was still there, now lying beside her, his head resting against the couch with one hand resting on her arm, a peaceful expression on his face. She smiled, feeling a rush of affection for him.

Carefully, y/n shifted to curl up next to him, resting her head against his shoulder. He stirred slightly, his eyes flickering open. “You’re awake,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.

“Yeah,” she replied softly, smiling at him. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Always,” he said, brushing a kiss across her forehead.

“I’d do anything for you.” He yawned, stretching his arms before wrapping them around her tightly. “How are you feeling now?”

“Better,” she admitted, leaning into him. “It’s nice to be taken care of.”

He grinned, his eyes twinkling with warmth. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere until you’re completely better. I’ve got plenty of soup and movies to keep us company.”

With that promise, y/n snuggled deeper into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body seep into hers. As the rain continued to fall outside, she knew that with Pablo by her side, she could weather any storm.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Twice Seals The Fate***

Title: Twice Seals The Fate ***

Pablo Schreiber x GF Reader

Warning: NSFW, SMUUT, Cursing, Male & Female Receiving, Mild Crude Language, Fluff, 18+ Mature Content, Unprotected Lovin, Implied Preggo Talk

Words: 4.2k

Summary:  While Pablo is on location filming the latest season of HALO, you pay him a visit after a nice chunk of time frees up on your calendar. One morning you wake to see him mid workout and laying eyes on this sight, there is only one possible outcome.

Note: I couldn’t resist this one. You’re welcome!

Thank you all for reading. I appreciate it. I hope you enjoy this.

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 Chirp-Chirp, Chirp-Chirp.

 The sound was so soft you almost missed it. However, the bevy of animal sounds continued.

 Chirp-Chirp, Chirp-Chirp.

Squawk- Squawk, Squawk - Squawk.

Neeeeeeigh.

Moooooo.

 “Mmm.”

 You groaned feeling as if you’d put yourself through a rigorous two-hour workout. You rolled to your right and your arm flopped onto a pillow—an empty pillow. It took a few moments but when your brain registered that and the sounds you were hearing your head flew up. The brightness around you felt unnatural as if it was artificial. Squinting, you looked around and immediately didn’t recognize your surroundings.

 “What the--.”

 It took nearly a minute for you to remember the last 24 hours. Your head was heavy and everything hazy. You got bits and pieces of your travels. You on the plane after agreeing to make a long-awaited visit to none other than the love of your life. It was a trip you’d both been unable to make but also reluctant to make.

 Your schedule was insane as was Pablo’s thanks to him being on location filming the second season of Halo. To make things worse you hated flying after the two scares you’d had. Flying was the bane of your existence, and you could never do it unless you drank your way through it. Not even Valium fully worked on you, so you incorporated some self-medication—liquor.

 You groaned again as it all came back. 4 valiums, 4 bottles of wine and an eight-hour flight took you all the way out. When you’d gotten off the plane you were more than tipsy. You cringed thinking you may have embarrassed yourself or Pablo when he and his assistant picked you up.

 “Oh god, Y/N,” you croaked as you flipped onto your back.

 You knew you’d gotten into the wrong career for the level of shambles you found yourself in whenever you had to fly. Nothing worked. Pablo knew this and had always been so supportive of you with working around it and it only made you love him even more. You replayed a memory from last night of Pablo putting you in the bathtub and giving you a bath like an actual toddler then tucking you in forehead kiss and all.

 “Oh god.”

 Guilt filled you. He’d probably had a long day on set and needed to be taken care of and loved on too, but you were so out of it he’d ended up taking care of you. Knowing him he was probably feeling guilty making you come all the way out. At the thought of him, you looked beside you and found his side empty. You sat up with the intention to go looking for him but the view out the sliding doors held you captivated.

 “Wow.”

 Thankfully your legs were in full working order now. You walked over to the doors and marveled at the view before you. As far as the eye could see it was white with peeks of greenery. The expansive field was so wide and free of clutter, litter, and people that you could not help but step outside onto the veranda. The crisp, fresh air hit you and it was clear you weren’t in LA anymore.

 Despite the strong chill in the air thanks to the freshly fallen snow, you couldn’t find one fault. This may actually be heaven, you thought to yourself. Off to the left you saw the responsible parties for the farmland orchestra. There were actual cows grazing in the pasture like they had not one care in the world and free roaming horses.

 “Must be nice.”

 A flock of birds passing overhead caught your eye and you watched them flit merrily in the air as their song echoed around. This view and atmosphere made up for the eight-hour nightmare. You took a few more moments to enjoy the view but when the cold got too much to bear in your state of undress, you then went back inside to brush your teeth before finding Pablo.

 When you made your way through the quiet house you wondered if he’d left to set already. Peeking into rooms you found them Pablo free. You thought to go back to the bedroom for your phone to call him but decided to look everywhere first. Turning the corner, you expected to be the only one there, but you stopped in your tracks as the most delicious sight laid before you that cleared any residual haze in your brain.

 Pablo was in the center of the large and minimalistic living room with his back braced on a rolling sit up wheel with his arms behind his head. His feet were firmly planted on the hardwood floors with a pair of brown sweats sitting dangerously low. From the angle you stood you could count each and every ab muscle that popped from his perfect form.

 Slowly, you raked your eyes over every inch of skin that was on display. Have mercy you thought. The pictures he’d been sending you over the last three months had not done an ounce of justice to what you were looking at now. From the pictures he looked good yes, and you’d wanted to run your hand along every inch of him, but in front of you now, you wanted so much more.

 You watched him use the contraption underneath him, no doubt a new torture device from Eddie. He rocked forward and brought himself into a crunch and if it was possible those abs popped even more. He held the position and the longer he did the more parched you became. Thanks to those low sitting sweats you could see those brain numbing indentations at his sides that disappeared inside those now annoying sweats. Your eyes lowered and caught sight of a half-asleep monster skimming the surface.

 Without thought you licked your lips. Pablo rolled backward releasing the position he’d been holding and arched himself back. Your eyes roamed up his sweat glistened body to see he wore headphones. He probably had no idea you were up much less ogling him like this. You slowly and carefully walked into the room taking care to not make a sound. Once you came around him and stood just between his legs you took the time to admire him some more.

 His usual fit and build were always impressive to you because he always kept himself in good shape no matter what. However, his Halo level of fit was insane, and you thanked the producers every day that they’d chosen him for the role and that he was so dedicated to portraying an authentic master chief. Needless to say, your sex life since had been at a whole new level of explosive. It was a level you didn’t think was possible since you were already at wildfire levels.

 Before he could move you dropped down onto your knees and hooked your fingers into the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down. As soon as they moved, Pablo flinched swinging his head up to land on you. Your attention was taken by the half soft meal you’d revealed.

 “Jesus! Y/N, you scared the shit out of me!”

 “Did I?”

 You looked at him without moving your head, so it was only your eyes that bored into him. You always knew this made him weak. Sure enough, Pablo groaned.

 “God, don’t look at me like that.”

 Smirking, you wrapped your hand around his length that was much firmer than seconds ago.

 “Mmm. Looks like you like being scared and the way I’m looking at you.”

 Pablo scoffed and made a move to get off the wheel, but you gently squeezed him.

 Groaning, he met your eyes again. “What’re you doing? You know that’s not a toy, right?”

 “No? I thought it was my toy?”

 His clear hazel eyes darkened as the tip of his tongue dipped out to wet his bottom lip.

 “No worries, I’m not looking for a toy right now…just a snack.”

 You tipped your tongue and licked from the base of his cock to the smooth tip. A deep moan that sounded like a big cat’s purr rumbled in Pablo’s chest and filled the room. You loved hearing him moan.

 “I’m—I’m sweaty. Let me--.”

 His words were cut off by another moan when you sucked his head into your mouth and moaned on it hoping that was answer enough for him.

 “Uuugh!”

 Pablo’s head dropped back to hang down as you swirled your tongue around him quite enjoying the slight saltiness to his skin. A wave of hunger hit you so hard that you couldn’t control yourself. Dipping your head lower, you took him into your mouth until he touched the back of your throat.

 Pablo hissed as his head flung back up to watch you. Using his hands, he bracketed your head holding you gently. His mouth fell open as if he’d planned to say something, but no sound came. Rotating your head from left to right you rolled your tongue along the underside of his shaft.

 “Fuuuuck!”

 “Mmmm.”

 Pablo’s grip tightened. It wasn’t enough to hurt you but just enough to let you know he was quickly losing control.

 “God baby,” he breathed keeping a close eye on your mouth.

 You slowly bobbed on him bringing your mouth all the way down so your top lip brushed against the spray of dark neatly trimmed hair there then up just until his swollen tip slipped out of your mouth. When it did, he grunted and thrusted upward showing his eagerness to be back inside your mouth.

 “Shit Y/N,” he muttered through trembling lips.

 That wasn’t the only thing that was trembling. From the way his body shook, you could tell he was quickly getting to the point where his muscles would give way. Increasing the power of your suck, you clamped onto his need and moaned. Suddenly Pablo jerked up sending his arousal down your throat tempting your gag. Suppressing it, you pulled back lifting your mouth off of him leaving a trail of thick saliva.

 “For fuck’s sake,” Pablo rasped before he yanked you to him. Your body crashed to his and it was at the last moment that you worried the wheel underneath him would break that Pablo smoothly held you to him, rolled to the right while cocooning you so you didn’t feel the impact of the wooden floors.

 “I’ve missed you so much, dollface.”

 You smiled and smoothed the back of your hand against his bristled cheek.

 “I missed you too. I’m sorry about--.”

 That was all you got out before Pablo’s lips pressed to yours for your first kiss in months. You both moaned against each other as your lips sweetly danced together reacquainting themselves with the feel of the other. When you felt Pablo readjust himself so he was perfectly nestled between your legs, you moaned at the heaviness of his length pressed against your core. His lips sped and the kiss turned desperate, urgent, and so much more sinful. He kissed you like a hungry man. A man who’d had to go months without sustenance and couldn’t get enough now with his first taste.

 Soon you both were wildly making out on the floor pawing at each other wherever you could. The t-shirt that you’d found yourself in when you awoke was now pushed to your hips exposing your lower half where you only wore one of Pablo’s boxers. His large hand snaked underneath the shirt to cup your bare breast. You arched thrusting it further out to him like a sacrificial offering. Pablo groaned then buried his head into your neck where he nipped, licked and sucked your skin.

 “Oh Pablo.”

 His roughened thumb swiped across your nipple once, then twice before he flicked the now hardened peak.

 “Yes,” you breathed.

 As one hand cupped your breast, the other dipped inside those boxers and found where you wanted him the most. A high-pitched gasp left your lips when Pablo’s fingers dipped between your folds.

 “Mmmmm,” Pablo rumbled finding you already wet for him.

 Pablo then pressed his forehead to yours as his fingers explored the slickness between your thighs.

 “Fuck dollface, you’re already wet for me?”

 You nodded unable to find your voice. He scissored your clit between his fingers and slid them up and down sending such powerful sparks of pleasure through you, you nearly came right then.

 “Aaah!”

 Pablo must have sensed it because his body stiffened, then he slid one finger home into your core. You both groaned in unison. It wasn’t nearly enough but it was still so fucking good and so much more than you’d had all these months. When you opened your eyes, you found Pablo’s hazel ones locked on you. His mouth was slightly ajar as he continued dipping into your cavernous heat one centimeter at a time. When he’d finally sent that one digit as far as it could go, he curled it up making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

 “You’re so tight. It’s like I’ve never claimed this sweet little pussy as mine.”

 You whimpered when he hooked his finger deeper.

 “Fuck, I’m going to have to teach her again how to take me, huh?”

 You nodded.

 “I can’t hear you dollface.”

 Pablo added another finger rotating his wrist, so his fingers spiraled inside of you.

 “Ye—ye—yes, yes, yes!”

 As if on their own, his fingers pulled out of you only to slam back in again and again before Pablo pulled them out completely. You watched as he licked them clean like a man with his favorite flavored cone.

 “You taste as good as I remember. I want more.”

 Before you knew it, Pablo had flipped you so you were straddling him with his thick, hard cock pressing against your sex. The feel of him nestled between your legs but not inside of you was so tempting that you couldn’t resist ricking against him using your slickness to ease your glide.

 “Aah,” Pablo growled gripping your hips but not stopping you.

 You began slow but that didn’t last. After the second or third rock you were quickly rubbing yourself against his need half using him for your own pleasure and half teasing him. The only sounds in the living room were your combined panting and moaning. Pablo’s grip on your hips tightened and soon he was pulling you toward his face.

 When his mouth latched onto your clit you instinctively bucked against him swiping your pussy across his mouth and nose. Pablo moaned then locked his arms around your waist holding you right where he wanted. His tongue set the pace telling you that he planned on devouring you until you were breathless and trying to run away and even then, he wouldn’t let you.

 Before even three minutes had passed you were so close, and he knew it from the way your moans turned to mewls and mewls turned to pants then finally whines.

 “Ah, ah, ah, Pa—oh my god!”

 You tried to pull away, but his arms held you tighter and deciding to just lose yourself to the pleasure you rocked on him, riding his face. Your wail of pleasure echoed throughout the house as your orgasm crept up on you taking you by surprise. Pablo moaned as he lapped at your flesh taking every drop you gave him. Even then he didn’t releasee you, he kept on coaxing another.

 Trying to pry yourself from him was futile so you gave yourself to the wild, consuming feeling bubbling within you. A feeling that threatened complete destruction and rebirth, a feeling that wanted as much as it would give, a feeling that was almost terrifying in the way that it made you feel so utterly out of control, but you didn’t run from it. You found Pablo’s eyes on you, and you lost your shit. You came so hard you nearly fell back on him. If it weren’t for his strong arms holding you, you were sure you would have.

 The next thing you knew you were cocooned in Pablo’s arms with your head resting in the crook of his beauty mark speckled neck while straddling him. Your eyes met and your hearth thundered even more.

 “Hi,” Pablo whispered before kissing the tip of your nose.

 “Hi.”

 “I’m sorry, I took too much too soon,” Pablo said.

 Your brow crinkled. “Too much?”

 “After flying, now with jet lag, I should have--.”

 You cut him off with a kiss. When you felt his hardness lurch underneath you, you realized then you’d blacked out and he hadn’t come yet. This man was too good to you. Kissing him with renewed need, you shifted just a little so his cock was between your bodies throbbing against your belly. Then you shifted onto your knees and hovered just above his length. Every time your wet entrance grazed the tip of his need he flinched and stiffened.  He was barely hanging on.

 “You haven’t taken enough.”

 You then slid down taking him inside of you inch by slow inch. Pablo threw his head back and clenched his jaw. His Adam’s apple bobbed uncontrollably tempting you to nip him which you did. Biting down on his skin you marked him not caring who saw it. Pablo groaned, wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down onto him filling and stretching you to capacity.

 “Fuck!”

 Pablo shook as he held you still. Every muscle in his back and chest jerked, then clenched and unclenched. He was right, he would have to teach you how to take him again. You were so impossibly full of him you were tethering on that fine line of pleasure and pain, and it drove you mad.

 “So tight, so fucking tight,” Pablo muttered allowing his vulnerability to shine through his voice.

 You slowly raised off of him allowing a few inches to slip from you before lowering yourself again. When you did, Pablo whimpered. Doing it again and again his reaction to you only intensified. By the time you’d picked up your speed both of your pleasure had synced. It felt as if you could feel his pleasure and he could feel yours. You were on the same seesaw ebbing back and forth, up and down on the way to the most powerful shared orgasm.

 “You’re so beautiful,” Pablo whispered into your ear before he bit your lobe.

 “Mmm. You feel incredible baby,” you countered.

 “Did you miss my cock dollface?”

 You nodded before you bit onto his bottom lip then sucked it into your mouth. Pablo squeezed your hips then began moving you on him. First, he rocked you back and forth then lifted you up and down slamming you down every time. By the time you were seeing stars behind your eyes, you pushed him back, so he laid down onto the floor, then lifted his t-shirt off of your body. Pablo’s eyes immediately dropped to your breasts and seconds later his hands cupped them.

 Using him as an anchor you planted your hands on this ripped torso then bounced on him. With every crash down onto him the goosebumps on your flesh beaded tighter and tighter, your telltale sign you were close.

 “I’m so close baby.”

 “Come for me dollface. Come all over this cock.”

 The man was an expert dirty talker. You didn’t stand a chance. As if on command, you did just that. As the sensation wrapped you up and took over you sat on top of him allowing yourself to fully let go after so many months apart. Pablo gripped your hips then jackhammered up into you inching your closer and closer to another release.

 “Ah, ah aahhaa, Pablo!”

 he grunted once, twice then you felt him filling you like a twinkie.

 “Ah, uh, uh, ah, uuuugh!”

 He held you so tightly against him ensuring that not even a drop escaped you and with every spurt he released inside of you, your body trembled. After several long moments, you both were a panting mess as you clung to one another.

 “Mmm, I love you, Y/N.”

 Your eyes met. “Yeah?”

 He looked so open, so vulnerable, so free for the taking.

 “I do. I love you so fucking much. Shit after today you just may be stuck with me for the rest of your life.”

 He kissed your collar then brought sloppy open-mouthed kisses to your breasts before wrapping his mouth around your nipple.

 “Mmm. What’s that supposed to mean?”

 He took his time licking and sucking your nipple reawakening that hungry, desperate need within you. Pulling his mouth from your flesh, he bit his bottom lip then brought one hand to your stomach.

 “I think I may have just planted Pablo Jr and Pabuela right here.”

 Your eyes bugged as you took in his words. Both of you snorted then laughed heartily.

 “Pablo!”

 You playfully slapped his chest.

 “Is that what your goal was? Let’s trap her so she’ll stay?”

 You playfully pinched and poked him until he rolled onto you pinning your arms above your head.

 “Trap? That’s such an ugly word. I prefer locked down, wifed up.”

 Both of you stopped moving as your eyes lingered. This was not the first time ether of you had heard the W word in reference to your relationship. It was however the first time Pablo had used the W word in reference to your relationship. This was also the first time he’d joked about having kids with you. He hovered over you, searching your eyes. You didn’t know what to say so you remained silent as your heart raced uncontrollably.

 “What do you think?”

 “Pabuela is a hideous name. There is no way my—our daughter will be named that.”

 You knew what you’d said, and you’d said it on purpose. His eyes remained on yours, but they sparked with intensity.

 “But Pablo Jr?”

 “PJ, sounds good,” you whispered.

 It was as if you were having two conversations in one. This lighthearted hypothetical one with the real and much deeper one hidden between the words, a serious one, one that was heavy with promise and intent. Pablo bit his bottom lip as he readjusted himself between your legs.

 “It does. Maybe Y/N Jr for—our daughter?”

 Hearing how heartbreakingly soft his voice got when he said “our” made your heart skipped a beat. It was a horrible idea, no way would you want to make your daughter a Jr, but hearing those words from him took your breath away. Shit you were so gone--hook, line and sinker for this man.

 You widened your legs then wrapped them around his waist. “There’s room for improvement but—I think we should be sure they are planted properly. Once may be all it takes but twice—seals the fate.”

 Pablo slowly smiled until he was full on just teeth and gums. With one thrust of his hips, he connected you again, stealing your breath all over again. The whole time he thrust into you his eyes never left yours. You were having a full-on conversation with your eyes and the beating of your hearts. The intensity of the exchange made you overly sensitive. You could feel everything ten times more. Every rub of his skin against yours felt like sparks from fireworks landed on your flesh. Every collision of his hip bone into yours was the rake of nails along your skin. Every tap of his thighs against the backs of yours sent a frisson of fire through you. It all felt so incredible, so completely perfect.

 When you felt his movements lag becoming even less controlled, you knew the intensity of the moment, of your lovemaking was also making him more sensitive as well. He was close and neither of you wanted to stop it or slow down. Pablo quickly thrusted into you racing for his release and you held on to him never taking your eyes off of his. Suddenly he stopped moving leaving your body in heightened suspension. Your first thought was he’d changed his mind and was pulling away from you both physically and emotionally. The thought made your heart clench and eyes prick with tears.

 “I love you, Y/N. Forever and always.”

 His brow crinkled and just like that he’d made the conscious decision and deliberate choice to seal your fate and lives together. A tear rolled out the corner of your eye as you joined him in the sweetest orgasm you’d ever had together. When you felt Pablo’s thick digit swipe at the tear you saw the question, worry and fear in his eyes. Smiling, you cupped his bearded jaw and erased any doubt in him with three words.

 “Forever and always.”

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[lebaronlordking]

Saturday Afternoon Reggae Show DJ LeBaron Lord King July 14, 2024 lebaron@kpoo.com

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Hello! I love your writing 💕 can i request something fluff with gavi?

post-match routine ˙✧˖° - pablo gavi

pairing: gavi x reader (established relationship) summary: your plans for post-match cuddles with your boyfriend are interrupted when he debuts a new haircut at a game warnings: none - just fluff !! w/c: 988

a/n: thank you sm for the rq and kind words anon!! <33 i had an idea to write smth like this a while ago (when gavi first cut his hair lol) but i'm missing him a lot now so :"") here it is - consider it a love letter to his long and fluffy hair

The jingle of keys echoing through your empty apartment alerted you of your boyfriend’s arrival home after a match. You craned your neck from your spot on the couch, where you had made yourself comfortable to doom scroll on your phone. Due to an overload of work you had had to miss this game, but had just been catching up on its events after finally muscling your way through your workload. The boys had won, of course, but there was something else that had caught your eye when looking through match highlights  - your boyfriend’s hair. 

You almost didn’t believe it when you saw the clips of him walking out from the locker room, seeing how short he had cut his hair almost sent you spiralling. Obviously, you would still love him nonetheless, but his fluffy hair had always been one of your favourite things about him. And now, it was just so short. And you may or may not have taken to your various social media platforms to express your disdain for it, which you may or may not have overexaggerated for the sake of humouring his fans. 

As you heard the door swing open though, you tossed your phone aside to focus your attention solely on the heaving mass that was your boyfriend as he staggered in. He really looked like hell, and you weren’t just talking about his new haircut, you would choose to bite your tongue on that for now. After an intense match, without having been subbed off once, he stood there sweaty, visibly aching with a pained expression. 

“Hello baby,” you coo smoothly, watching as the bags he was only just holding onto fell to the ground around him. Usually after long matches, espeically one’s you couldn’t attend, Gavi would come home and collapse into your arms. It was his way of ‘recharging’ before getting cleaned up. 

But today was different. He simply stood there, swaying side to side - although you were sure this was more a result of the unstoppable force of fatigue than any actual deliberate choice of his. There was one feature though that told you all you needed to know - a familiar pout spread across his face as he looked down at his own feet. 

“You really hate my hair that much?” His tone was quiet, his voice nothing more than a small, meagre ask. He must’ve seen your tweets, and your story, and maybe the few messages you had sent to him in the blind flurry that had followed first seeing his hair. You almost felt bad, hearing how guilty he sounded and it took everything within you not to give into your cuteness aggression and smother him right there and then. 

“No,” you let out a soft laugh, “I was only kidding,” 

“But, your tweets … and your stories …” he began, sounding so upset you couldn’t help but interrupt him. 

“It’s not my favourite of your looks, but I still love you, hm?” 

“Oh, thank god …” Gavi let out weakly, followed by a sigh of relief as if he had been waiting an eternity just to hear those words. Finally he managed to stagger over to where you were, albeit unsteadily, before collapsing onto you. 

You let out a soft exclamation at the feeling of your boyfriend’s entire body weight pressing down on you, a feeling you had come to not only find familiar but also a great deal of comfort in. He was sticky with sweat and his body radiated a heat you could only barely stand. But despite this he was still your boyfriend, your Gavi, and so you did the only thing you knew to do - wrap your arms around him and pull him closer. 

He let out a croak of thanks at this, shifting into a more comfortable position with his head turned to the side as he offered you a weak smile. 

“You played well today,” you mumble endearingly. 

“You say that every game,” he was quick to respond, even through the fatigue his attitude was strong. 

“Not my fault you play well every game,” you shot back even quicker, fingers coming up to delicately brush away the stray strands of hair stuck to his forehead. You let your fingers dance across his face, his cheeks, his eyebrows, each touch softer than the last. He only let out a hum in response, closing his eyes at the feeling he’d come to love far more than he’d ever admit. 

You two sit in silence for a while, and you had thought your boyfriend had drifted off to sleep on your chest as it would’ve been far from the first time he had. Rather though, he had just been listening in silence to your heartbeat, ear pressed to your chest, rising with each breath. Suddenly, the silence was broken by his soft voice coming once more. 

“Do you really think Pedri’s hair is nicer than mine?” You weren’t even looking but you could tell these words were coming from pouted lips. He must’ve been making reference to one of the throwaway tweets you had made about his haircut, because you could barely remember now. 

“Maybe,” you start, but as you watch his eyebrows furrow you’re quick to change your answer, accompanied by a laugh, “No, of course not.” 

At this, Gavi smiled, letting out a soft laugh of his own - music to your ears. He used what was left of his diminishing energy to take your hand, which up until now had been softly stroking his nape, and press it languidly to his lips. It was about as much affection as he could show in his tired state and you knew that all too well as you gazed down at him fondly. 

“You’ll be the death of me someday,” was the last thing he confessed, barely above a whisper but loud enough that you caught it, before drifting off to sleep.

[usweirdossticktogether]

Lumity Family Domestic Fluff Fan Fic Future AU

New Beginnings

What I think would probably happen post TOH finale!

Dedicated to everyone, and my woofer -(SPOILERS) Gracie's named after you!

Note: I have some drafts elsewhere as well! 😂 I may come back to this and add more stuff! Constructive criticism welcome! Please enjoy! Have an amazing day/night! ❤️ xo

This fan fic was inspired by Inseparables ZAZ/Pablo Alboran, P!nk's Trustfall album mixed with Halo by Beyonce/One Republic and Blinded by the Lights by The Weekend and All of Me by John Legend!

After wedding and honeymoon -not long after S3E3

Chapter 1

Unknown

The lavender and auburn haired witch was laying in bed, grumbling, which Luz would tell you is not out of the ordinary.

"Hey!" Amity would protest teasingly, smacking Luz's hand in a half-hearted attempt.

The first thought that crossed Amity's mind now was to get her significant other: She always insisted in letting her know if she ever needed anything at all. Despite the discomfort, the woman grinned thought it, the intense love flooding her bike sack.

Amity turned and leaned in nearer to the lady that engulfed her. The witch snuggled her head onto Luz's broad, musuclar chest. She sighed, at once, bliss from the close contact and the steady rhythm of her Luz's heartbeat.

Aware of her sweet potato, Luz squeezed Amity even close even thought it was perhaps impossible.

The witch presently hummed, lifting her head a little and raising her eyebrows. "Are you up, batata?"

Luz grunted, pressing a kiss to Amity's temple. "Not okay, sweet potato?" she questioned.

Amity pursed her lips. "Mm, feeling nauseous."

"Aww!" Luz ran her hands through Amity's locks, combing through them gently, massaging her scalp. "Does this help, honey?"

Luz gazed down at Amity. She was frowning but she nodded. "Yes, it's comforting. Thank you, baby." she whispered.

Luz kissed Amity's mouth tenderly. "Anything for you, my Amity!"

Amity grinned. Luz was so sweet! Then, she gasped. "What's wrong?"

The Nocedas had fallen into a domestic, fluffy routine pretty quickly. They had been attending university for a year and settling into their new professions, their new walks of slice of life in The Boiling Isles and the Human Realm, cruising between worlds whenever they pleased.

Amity was an Abomination engineer and a librarian, still reading to the children to this day. Luz, meanwhile, was helping rebuild the Isles along with the Hexsquad, and everyone who wished to help. She also was an explorer, and assistant professor at the University of Wild Magic. Eda was so proud of her daughter, she crowed that she'd definitely be the next principal in line!

Amity shook her head, leaving Luz and running to the bathroom. Luz, brows furrowed with worry, sprinted after her.

She found Amity on the tiles, resting her forehead against the cool floor, breathing heavily. Luz was by her side in a flash, rubbing her back.

"Did you throw up?" she questioned soothingly, hovering close to her.

"No." Amity croaked, just staying there.

"Love, you're shaking!" Luz exclaimed. Amity managed a weak hum.

"Want me to make you something to eat? Some herbal tea to soothe you, lemon drop?" Luz whispered.

Amity nodded. "Yes, just some tea, please, Luz. I'm not hungry."

"Ok." Luz replied. She was about to leave, when she enquired,"Are you sure you don't want any breakfast yet, Amity?"

Amity stuck her tongue out, scowling. "Ugh! No, thanks. I don't think I can stomach any food right now."

"Wanna get some more rest?" Luz enquired softly. "It'll do you good!"

Amity let Luz lift her carefully and coax her back to bed, drawing the comforter to her wife's chin. "Wait here, sweetheart. I'll be back soon, alright?"

The witch dipped her head, smiling at Luz's thoughtfulness. "What would I do without you?"

Luz shrugged, smiling. She turned away and strode to the kitchen intent on preparing Amity's drink. As soon as her back was turned, thoughts came flooding in. Amity had been feeling sick quite often as of late.

Luz had suggested they go see a healer together, just to make sure everything was ok; Amity has declined her kind offer, changing subject at top speed. Everytime Luz had mentioned it -and she had done so quite a few times-her sweet potato had been so anxious, Luz swore she could see her sweating bullets not unlike in an anime.

Why is Amity so terrified? I don't ever recall her having healer phobia. Luz mused with a frown her witch would have found adorable. "Eh," Luz shrugged, and took the tray up to her darling.

Entering their bedroom, she noticed Amity's amber eyes, intense and serious, boring a holde in the wall.

"Honey? I'm here!"

Amity snapped back to reality. "Oh, Luz!" she blushed. The contrast between the flush and her skin, which had paled considerably, was unmistakable. It was more blanche than usual which was saying something since the witch was naturally already pale: a telltale sign-of what though? Amity features broke into a graceful beam on seeing her sunshine. "Luz!"

"Amity," Luz said so softly you could easily miss it but not her love. She sat next to her, laying the tray on her spouse's lap and handing her the tea. "Thank you!" the witch chirped, taking a hearty gulp. "Ah!" she sighed, "just what I needed, baby. You know just what to do." Amity looked at her through lidded eyes, coy, head turned yet gazing reverently.

"Of course!" Luz placed a firm yet gentle kiss on Amity's knuckles, on her forehead, anywhere she could reach.

...

Luz's right, though, isn't she? Amity's mind had offered. The witch stopped her teeth brushing and humming for a moment and caught herself staring in the bathroom mirror above the sink. She let that thought be processed. What if-?

Panic was coursing through Amity's body without warning. She gripped the sink slightly. "No, you're being ridiculous." She laughed but to her ears it perhaps sounded a bit hysterical. No, it won't be anything life-changing-will it?

...

"I've been thinking-" Amity trailed off. Luz -who had been totally absorbed into her sketching, tongue out - was now looking up. They were sitting outside on the stone step of the house, enjoying the beautiful, sunny day.

"Hm? A snail for your thoughts, sweet potato?" Luz grinned, putting down her sketchbook and giving her wife her full attention.

Amity turned crimson. How is Luz so wonderful? She placed the book she's been occupying herself with in her lap and took off her reading glasses. Luz always complimented her, telling her she looked elegant and bookish with those specs. "My hot nerd." she had commented, kissing her, leaving Amity bright tomato red.

The witch giggled. "Yes."

Amity faltered. Luz leaned in and clasped her spouse's hands, watching her. Amity exhaled, steadying herself. Clearing her throat, she said, finally, "Maybe it's time to take some days off from work. What do you think?"

Luz dipped her head. "Wise decision, Noceda. Where did that come from?"

She held a loose strand of Amity's hair and tucked it tenderly behind her pointy ear. Amity snickered. "Well, intuition."

Luz gave her a smooch. "Hm. That intuition is correct. Take it easy for a while, okay?" Luz locked eyes with her. "For you." Amity nodded, beaming. She felt so loved and well looked after.

A few days later, Amity was seated in a comfy chair, waiting. Bouncing her legs, she glanced around. Catching herself being jittery, she inhaled mindfully. "Relax, Amity. Everything is going to be alright."

"Mrs Noceda?" a crisp voice called, catching Amity's attention. A tall, older woman marched in, smiling sweetly. "This way, please."

Amity obliged, bowing her head, lips pressed in a thin line. Her mind had blanked, bile sack in her throat as they were about to enter a room with the sign "Examination ward".

"You can lie here, dear." the healer stated kindly as she went over to prepare her things for the procedure.

Amity grunted. Her voice, her words failed her. There was no going back. "What do you mean, Amity?" she asked herself, "it's just a check up!" Or was it?

Sure, they'd talked about the future many times even when they had first began dating as teenagers. They knew they both wanted a family one day. Amity wished for one too however there were moments of doubt due to her early upbringing. This wasn't something totally unexpected but-

"Now then, have you been experiencing any symptoms?"

The healer's voice brought her back to the present. Amity mulled things over for a few seconds. "Yes. I've had strong headaches, though not migraines, thank the Titan! There's been general fatigue, nauseau." She choked.

"It's ok, dear. Don't get yourself worked up." the woman soothed her, rubbing her shoulders. "I'm guessing this is the first time, huh?"

Amity bobbed her head. "Maybe."

The healer laughed. "Alright, child. We're gonna have a closer look now, how's that sound?" Amity consented. The nurse performed a spell circle. "This is the first part. Just calm down."

A familiar sound emerged. "Amity?!"

Amity turned her head so fast the world spun around her momentarily. Luz! The woman in question ran to her. Amity sat up, wanting nothing more than to hug her but also to get away.

"Amity! You're here! I was so worried!" Luz blurted, engulfing her in a bear hug.

"Woah! Easy there, Ames." Luz exclaimed as Amity almost passed out. She pulled away, eyes wide. "You're tense." Luz stated. "What's up? Is everything ok, sweet potato?" she questioned, cupping Amity's face.

Amity willed herself to breathe out. Her chest was constricted. Luz, aware of that, coaxed her wife, taking slow, deep breaths with her.

"Oh, nothing, batata! Just routine!" Amity trilled but her voice shattered from nerves. Oh Titan!

"Mrs Noceda, are you ready to continue?" Eyes falling on Luz, she greeted, "Oh, hello! I'm nurse Adams! And you are?"

Luz was about to introduce herself. Amity saw Luz freeze. "Sweet potato?"

Luz gawped at the sound her ears were picking up. She faced her partner. "Amity? What's happening?"

Should she tell her? What if they weren't ready? What if something went wrong? Amity herself was still registering the situation.

"Is that-a heartbeat?" Luz laughed. "Why am I overacting? That's probably just you, right, Ami?"

The healer gave Amity a certain look. They hadn't know each other for long but there was a mutual agreement on their faces. Luz goggled at her wife. "Amity! You're so clammy, baby! Please don't exert yourself!" Luz exclaimed. She immediately lay her back down gingerly.

"I see you've got a great significant other, Amity! She'll make a great mom just like you!" the doctor smiled warmly.

"Aw, thank you good healer!" Luz chirped, bowing to witch they all chuckled.

Amity grinned yet it was slightly strained. "I'm sorry. This is all just so overwhelming." Amity hid herself behind her hands, close to tears. She didn't even know how she was feeling.

"Don't worry, Amity! I've got you." Luz whispered.

Amity kissed her. Thank you, Luz! Her mind, however, was uneasy, thoughts and heart racing. Tell her? Don't tell her.

Amity inhaled. "Luz-"

"Hang on!" Luz did a comical double take. She stared at everyone. "D-did you just say mother?" Amity, unknowningky, held her breath. The nurse nodded. Luz beamed. "Yes, siree! We're gonna be awesome mamas someday!"

Amity smiled, bashful. Before she could get a word in edgewise, the healer approached them. "Time to carry on with the second part, if you don't object, that is."

The lady summoned another, large spell circle, gold this time and a screen popped up. "So, what are we checking out?" Luz asked bubbly tone, hands rubbing together before holding Amity's.

Time stopped. "Wait! Is it-?" Luz stopped. Color drained her tanned face. It came to her all at once, struggling to process.

"Luz?!"

Luz was working her mouth. Facing her, she spluttered, "Amity?! You're-" Before she could finish her sentence, she was falling back.

"Luz!"

"Stay calm, Amity! I've got this!" the nurse stated, holding a palm out. Smirking, she said, whilst reviving her. "Believe it or not, I've dealt with many such reactions." She was full of confidence and care that you couldn't help but trust her. Amity grinned. "Thank you."

"My pleasure!" She beamed at her. They looked down. Luz was grunting. "W-what happened?" Luz jolted. "Amity??" Luz started crying. "I don't believe it!"

Amity's eyes welled up. She caressed her Latinas's face."Luz-I'm-I don't know what to say, I-I know this wasn't planned- and-oh, Luz!" Amity's words were tumbling out of her. She eyed Luz with adoration. Amity's bile sack pumped through her ears, drowning out all sound. It was now or never. "How do you feel about this-?"

Luz's smile stretched her whole face, her huge eyes becoming even bigger and more starry. Amity's breath hitched. Did Luz want this?

Before confirming or denying this, Luz collapsed again. "Luz!" Amity blurted, rushing to her.

"It's okay! This can happen sometimes." the healer replied, good naturedly.

Amity couldn't handle it anymore. She rolled back, completely overwhelmed. Moments later, it seemed, her eyes fluttered opened. "Hot dang! What's goin' on here?"

Eda.

She ran and immediate helped the lavender and auburn haired witch up gradually with an unsteady smile. The Owl Lady was choking up already.

"Luz is still out cold?" Eda asked soothingly, placing smelling salts under her daughter's nose. causing Luz to stir fast . Her eyes opened.

"Luz." Eda breathed in relief, grin never leaving her lips.

"Batata?" Amity questioned, running her hands through her dark curls.

"Mm?" That's nice."

Eda chuckled. "You both had me worried there for a moment, kiddos." she booped their noses tenderly causing them to fall into a fit of giggles.

"Hey Owl Mama." Luz said.

...

Amity was sobbing.

"Sweet potatoes? What is it?" Luz asked, rolling over and wrapping herself around her wife. Eda, hearing the sound, strode up.

"Boots! Why are you crying, hon?" Eda knelt beside her children, rubbing soothing circles on the lavender and auburn haired witch's back.

"I don't know what to do!" Amity bawled, burying her face in Luz's sweater. Inhaling her spouse's scent, her breathing eased considerably. "There's the smile I remember!" Luz quipped, kissing Amity. The witch gave a tinkly laugh, causing Luz to catch her breath.

"Lovebirds." Eda said gently, caressing her kids. "Come to mama owl!" she said, engulfing them in a careful bear hug, her hands resting on her daughter-in-law's stomach.

Luz teared up. "Aw, Eda!"

Amity remained tense. "Mom, what are you doing?"

Eda gazed at Luz and Amity in adorarion. "Aw, come on! What does it look like? Can't I show my kids and grandkid some love? Hot dang! Never thought I'd ever say that! Scratch that, never thought I'd ever be a mama, and now?"

Amity's lower lip wobbled. She started to wail again.

Eda petted Amity sadly, her and Luz's heart and bile sack breaking. Stringbean, Ghost, Hooty, and King dashed to them and cuddled up close to their middles. "Thanks, everyone!" Amity sniffed, as Luz brushed away her tears.

"Of course, sweet potatoss! We're here for you!" Luz said full of love, kissing her again.

"After all this time, I still can't make up my mind!" she said in a higher pitched voice, raising her hands in frustration. Luz nodded. Eda sighed.

"Kid, it's ok. Take your time. There's no rush. I can understand this is driving you crazy but it doesn't have to be that way. It all comes down to whether you both want to see it to the end or-"

"I know! I can't give it away but the idea of keeping it- I don't know if I'm ready. Am I good enough?"

"Boots, there's no perfect timing. You won't necessarily be prepared and 100% ready for it all every time and that's alright. Heck, you think I was ready when all you crazy kids came along? I still doubt myself as a mama to this day, but has this stopped me? Hot dang, no! No way, Jose! No, siree! However, it's entirely up to you two, like I said! No pressure though, ok?"

"Cheers!" Amity said genuinely with tears in her eyes. After some time, she was continuing, "I- I think I want to do this but I still have conflicting emotions."

"That's expected, Amity," Eda replied gently, placing a boney hand on her shoulder, eyeing her affectionately. Amity never thought she'd bond with a wild witch never mind have her as a mother but here they were!

"It's not just because it seems so real but-" Amity gazed down. Luz and Eda's face darkened. "Well, you have us now, Boots, okay?" Eda reassured her, eyes not leaving her daughter-in-law's, hand still a gentle pressure on the young woman's shoulder. Amity couldn't stop smiling.

Later that night, the couple rested in each others arms, their children between them.

"I've wanted this for a while -even though I had suppressed this side growing up, due to what happened, -but," Amity clasped Luz's hands, echoing her words from the past, "I know we can do this together!"

"Together!" Luz cried. Eda hadn't meant to eavesdrop on the conversation but she was running back in with everyone and they all hugged Lumity tight. "Woohoo! Us weirdos stick together!" The Owl Lady shouted triumphantly.

[xhollyzombiex]

May!

I'm not gonna bother with a calendar this month over on Patreon because its too organized and I like a bit of chaos in my life. 

Also Here's some random Pictures of my New baby Apricot Albino Pacman Frog - Pablo Escofrog because he is adorable and my other 3 Amazon Milk Frogs - Ozzy Frogspawn, Sir Croaks-Alot and Snoop Froggy Frog because they are also cute and need to be seen =) 

So things to be expected this month are as followed. 

Silent Hill Wallart

Barbie AI Wallart  

 Sexy Bed Pose Pack 

"Besties" Pose Pack (3sims)  

"Me and my Bestie" Pose Pack (small dog) 

Most of last month (April) to be Public Release

Rude/Humorous Doormats 

Kids Playmats

and Possibly some other random wallart packs and poses as and when I think of them! 

Personal Goals 

5 patreons (Complete)

10 patreons

10 reblogs on tumblr (Complete) 

20 reblogs on tumblr (Complete) 

30 reblogs on tumblr 

30 followers on LL 

20 followers on tumblr 

100 likes on a single post 

2000 downloads on a single file (Complete - LL - Horror collection) 

5000 downloads total (Complete)

10000 downloads total (Complete) 

Seeing something I've made be used (Complete)

Seeing something I've made be used randomly

[lilanxiousramennoodle]

⚠️tw: self harm; crying; suicidal ideation; cursing⚠️

rock bottom

anger in my mind

sadness underneath it

the loneliness sets in

with acceptance in the form of an icy wall around my heart

a knock arrives at the door

as the clock strikes midnight

and an angry “what?” escapes my lips

for i did not know it was you

i rip open the door

to reveal your kind, concerned face

“i just thought you wouldn’t want to be alone.”

you were right.

i didn’t.

four hours past your bedtime

despite my hostility

despite my anger

you cross the threshold

and i let you in

“what’s goin’ on man?”

you ask

there’s a twinge of annoyance there

but underneath it all

it’s genuine concern

i try to explain

as i follow you in

i sit in my chair

you sit on my bed

the words elude me

and i cannot describe

these emotions deep inside

and in your mood of no physical touch

you invite me next to you

hold me close

and don’t let go

that icy wall melts

rushes from my eyes

as i tackle you to the bed

and tuck my face into your chest

you squeeze tighter

and reassure me it will all be okay

reassure me it’s okay to let it out

and just hold me

hold me for an hour or so

reminding me to breathe

reminding me to let it out

reminding me it’s okay

your fingers tangle in my hair

scratch down my back

your palm offers comforting pats and rubs

a little massage from my neck to my back

in a lull of sobs

before they begin again

between blowing my nose

between sobs

between tears

between tucking my face tighter into your neck

into your chest

into your arm

wherever

whatever

you don’t let go

you just hold on

“do you think you’ll be able to go to bed?”

you ask in a calm tone

“i don’t know…”

i croak, in a lull of sobbing

i still lack trust in myself

i don’t know what i’d do

if you weren’t here to stop me

“okay.”

you say

pulling me tighter

continuing to hold on

for another half hour or so

the crying has finally silenced

tears continue to flow

but the sobs have reached their end

and i can finally breathe again

“okay here’s what we’re going to do…”

you announce

still calm and comforting

“i’m going to tuck you in and you’re going to go to sleep and it will all be okay. okay?”

i sniffle and nod

letting you up from the cuddles

you clear off my bed without a second thought

you ask,

“which light do you want on?”

remembering my fear of the dark

you turn off my desk lamp for me

as i turn off my leds

you hand me my frog

the one from our date

you take my blanket in your hands

“what the fuck? how does this blanket work?”

eliciting a weak smile with a silent giggle from me

“oh that’s how. okay.”

you gently place it over me

tucking in the sides

before tucking in my face

and placing a lingering kiss on my forehead

which makes me cry

tears of happiness this time

before i’m reminded of why they began

you place your forehead to mine

hold my face in your hand

as i do the same to you

tears still flowing

“it’ll be okay.”

you tell me

a fresh wave of tears escapes my eyes

“i’m really sorry.”

i croak

for i know what i’ve done wrong

“you have nothing to apologize for. you’re okay.”

you tell me, lightly shaking your head

“i’m really proud of you.”

i cry even harder

for that’s exactly what i needed to hear

and you always know just what to say

“i love you.”

it catches in my throat

drowned by tears

but i know you know that i do

a simple rub of your thumb across my cheek

and your forehead leaves mine

“goodnight.”

you whisper

a kind smile gracing your face

before you turn to go

but your hand doesn’t leave mine until you can no longer reach

and you leave

i cry again

silently this time

but incredibly grateful for you

asking the gods what i did to deserve you

i didn’t deserve this

but you gave it anyway

and i will never forget that

it lives in my heart forever

i cuddle the frog closer

inhaling the cotton candy scent

letting him dry my tears

before i fall asleep

thanking the stars above

that i have someone like you

context/story behind this poem

⚠️tw: suicide; self harm⚠️

okay because so many other people were involved in the story behind this poem i don’t want to go into too much detail. basically, i got upset, engaged in self harm in the form of banging my head on the door, tried to not share with the class, was pushed to share, was told off, engaged in self harm again in the form of cutting, and was very upset and i do struggle with suicidal ideation which was prevalent that night after everything that happened. a couple days before this, i was struggling with suicidal ideation and self harm and asked someone for help which they did not see until the next morning which was fine. this night, however, i did not ask for help they just knew i’d probably need it. and i did. and i have never felt safer than that moment so i wanted to write a poem to remember it and tada. here’s this poem.

[pablothefrog]

COME AND VISIT ME, WE CAN WATCH LUCA, I MISS YOU SO MUCH. WE CAN GO AND ANNOY PAX AS WELL

My dearest, Concerto-Roblox,

Tommorow and Tommorow, and Tommorow creeps in this petty pace from day to day. I hope you get this reference from a problematic musical, without me having to utter the name.

Professor dad, thinks my dinosaur nuggets are comedic, and my floormates are concerned.

News is pain

Intro is a bore

And film is film, what else is there to say?

And there you are a country away, do you have to live a country away?

Thoughts of you subside, and then I see another post, and I cannot put the thought of you away.

With love, the frog

(In all seriousness, I miss you very much, I hope you are staying sexy, and the demons aren't too annoying ;l))))

This ask is very much not funny

BESTIE THIS ASK IS VERY FUNNY AND I ALSO MISS YOU VERY MUCH :’((( I CAN’T WAIT TO COME AND VISIT YOU AND FORCE YOU TO WATCH LUCA >:))

[pablothefrog]

Got cat called literally as soon as we stepped outside of the cinema after watching Barbie. I think Greta may be making a comment about society 🧐

[myobscureimaginarium]

“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.” – Pablo Neruda

It was a love like he had never imagined. In all fairness, it was a love no one *could* ever imagine, unlikely in magnitude and in essence. From the first time Trevor had sat in his hand, so content it might as well have purred, Severus knew this was love. From that day forward, he made sure never to run out of swelling solution. With the potion's help, the love between man and toad could blossom. Severus' gratitude, for whatever had possessed Longbottom to show up to class with his pet, knew no bounds.

Trevor handed him a gift, and Severus took it, knowing he had no need for it - the *real* gift, currently gazing lovingly at Severus, had let him drip potion into its trusting mouth all those months ago. "I love you, Severus", Trevor croaked. "Don't let the child keep us apart ever again."

A collaboration with @dementedlollipop - we wanted to celebrate the passion and love of this beautiful ship. She did the lineart and I coloured it. Thank you to @pet-genius for putting into words how this beautiful pairing leaped into existence!

[forever-rogue]

I'm the anon who asked about the Javier requests. I understand that it may not be written. Female reader is partners with Javi and Steve, and dating Javi. Since she didn't disobey Messina's orders as much, Messina lets her go with Carillo to arrest Escobar (when Carillo is killed). When shit hits the fan over the radio Javi is losing his mind about her safety. He thinks shes dead like Carillo is but somehow she survived and they reunite. Thank you for considering this!

Pairing | Javier x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 1.3k

Warnings | language, mentions of death and violence

Masterlist | Javier

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Nothing was on your mind but getting back to him. You were hysterical, and felt half mad as you stumbled through the streets. You’d left and hidden yourself away, trying to stay out of trouble and out of sight so you wouldn’t be Pablo Escobar’s next victim. Not after Carillo. As you thought about his death again, bile rose up in your throat and you ducked in an alleyway to heave up the contents of your already empty stomach. Nothing came up besides some clear fluid as you tried to slow your racing mind.

As you leaned against the cool brick, you wiped the sweat from your brow as your chest rose and up and down rapidly. Everything was all wrong and now a man was dead, and you were probably presumed dead. It was going so well and then it was just...over. A few tears rolled down your eyes as you thought of your escape; you felt so cowardly in just leaving and running away it was all you could do in the moment amongst the chaos and shock.

Ever since then you’d been wandering the streets, attempting to make your way back to Javier. It was the middle of the night, dark and dismal, but the street lights served as a beacon home. Your clothes were dirty and covered in blood and sweat and grime. You felt so worn down and disgusting. All you wanted was a hot shower to strip away the memories from the day that kept flashing through your mind. You felt like you could sleep for years and years, but it was all you wanted. That and -

Javier.

You had to get back to him. He was the only thing that mattered right now. You hoped he wasn’t too worried or scared, or worse yet - that he’d given up on you. But you knew he wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t just give up on you that easily.

“Javi,” his name spilled from your lips as you straightened back up and wiped away the tears that had rolled down your cheeks. There was a stitch in your side but you knew you had to keep going. You had to get back home to him. Spilling back out into the street, you slowly walked down the street. All you had on your mind was Javi, Javi, Javi.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Javier took a long drag of his cigarette as he paced back and forth in his small apartment. He was trying not to let his mind go too far, to get too crazy, just yet as he tried to come up with a plan to find you. All he knew is that so far you were considered missing, and although most people's minds immediately wandered to death, he wasn't quick to jump on that bandwagon. He couldn't let himself.

He also knew, he could just feel that you were alive, that you were still with him. He stopped in front of the window and looked out at the night sky in search of...something. Peace? Solace? Answers?

"Fuck," he sighed to himself under his breath as he stubbed his cigarette out and went to look for a bottle of beer.

It was then that he heard the faint knocking coming from his door. He was immediately on high alert as he slowly walked over, attempting to discern who it was from the peephole. He couldn't see anything and decided to slowly open the door. Much to his surprise, he found on the floor, slumped against the wall next to his door. When you heard the aging door creak open, you’d turned to look at him with a small little smile; at least you knew he was alive and safe.

“Javi,” your voice was small, barely above a whimper as his face dissolved into a mask of panic. He bent down and picked you up, tenderly scooping you up in his arms. He was saying something, but you were so tired and out of that you didn’t even notice. Instead you rested your head on his shoulder as he carried you inside.

“Oh Dulzura - fuck,” his immediate response was to drag you into the bathroom and get you cleaned up. You were a right mess and his heart was hammering in his chest. But at least you were okay, physically anyway. He immediately turned on the taps in the bath, letting it fill with warm water and the bubbles and oils you liked so much. You were silent as you watched him, your gaze staring off into space.

A heavy sigh left his lips as he turned back to you, tenderly swiping away some of the dirt and grime from your cheeks. You remained silent but he could feel you leaning into his touch as he moved to undress you. It was a slow, intimate thing that he’d done numerous times before, but today it was all different. Deft fingers undid each button, one by one before he peeled the shirt off of you. Your bra followed suit before he gently pulled you to stand up and strip off your ripped pants. Your eyes met his soft brown ones and he could spy a few tears glistening in yours.

Once he was done, he took your hand and slowly helped you into the tub, watching closely for any signs of discomfort as you let the warm water envelope you. A small groan escaped your lips as you felt the first bits of comfort in what seemed like hours. Javi sat on the floor next to you, leaning on the edge of the tub, waiting for you to say or do something.

After a bit of silence, you shifted and reached up, tenderly putting your hand on his cheek. Your eyes prickled with unshed tears as your lips trembled. He wished he could do something, anything, to help you. But he knew, right now at least, there was nothing he could do.

“Oh Javi,” you said after a few moments, trying your best to keep from completely balling your eyes out, “i-it was awful. I just....I’ve never been so scared. Poor Horacio...I…”

You couldn’t even get more of the words out. Your throat closed up and you just stared at him softly. Everything felt so wrong and horrible, but at least there was one thing in your life that wasn’t - Javier.

“Shhh,” he took your hand in his gently pressed a kiss to your palm, “I know it doesn’t feel like it right now, Dulzura, but it will be okay. I love you, yeah?”

“I love you too,” you managed to croak out as you just looked at him with sad eyes. He slowly stood up and started to undress himself, letting his clothes join yours before he stepped into the tub on the opposite side of you.

“C’mere,” he whispered, motioning for you to come to him. You did so, lying down so your back was against his chest. His arms wrapped around you as he pressed soft, delicate kisses to the bare skin of your shoulder, “I’ve got you, okay? I’m not going anywhere - I’ll always be here with you. You don’t have to talk about it right now. Let me just take care of you.”

“Okay,” you agreed softly as he tightened his grip around you, “I love you so much.”

He kissed the side of your head, silently signaling his agreement before softly humming in your ear and helping you to relax. Maybe it wasn’t much, but right now it was everything you needed.

[pablothefrog]

So... I did it.

But Pablo, you ask, how did you get the celery to stick together?

Well, young ones, I'll tell you.

First, I tried cello tape

The cello tape did not work.

But earlier, my mother gave me the fantastic idea of sowing the celery together (along with another idea for an elaborate way to cheat at this task that I have set for myself, which really was an insult on my honour).

She also didn't expect me to actually sew the celery togther, which really makes me question who she thinks she's been raising the last 17 years.

So, I went and stole a needle and thread from my sister, not telling her why I needed these materials, only informing her that it was for the good of the world.

My sister came into the kitchen and was not impressed when she saw what I was doing, but alas, I continued on!

After I had finished the surprisingly difficult task of sowing two sides of celery together, a letter came through the door, informing me that I had been accepted into another university. It really makes you think about how low the admissions office's standards are if they're accepting celery girl.

The other side.

The second side definetly wasn't as neat as the first, but we aren't here for the appearance of the straw, we're here to see if it works... I'll tell you something, as I stood there in my kitchen, sowing together two pieces of celery for some stupid tumblr post, it really made me think, you know? Like, does any of this really matter? In a few weeks I'll forget about this silly project and go on with my life, this isn't going to have any earth shattering affects on the world. It also started making me question how I, the celery straw girl, am legally classed as an adult next month.

AnYwAy-

Straw sewn together, I then applied the cello tape, to make sure that the straw didn't fall apart.

Beautiful, I know.

My mother came in... the look on her face is indescribable.

So, now the moment of truth, did it work?

Well, readers who are obviously very invested in this endeavor, it did.

And it tasted absolutely disgusting, I should have taken Milo's word for it, this may have been one of the worst things I've ever tried, I learnt absolutely nothing, the only thing that makes this even slightly worth it is that if my textiles teacher from yr 9 saw this she would cry, but sadly at the cost of making my food tech teacher from year 10 and 11 cry as well.

tip: don’t drink tea after eating celery

[aquariumdrunkard]

The Aquarium Drunkard Show: SIRIUS/XMU (7pm PDT, Channel 35)

’70s dub/reggae especial. Via satellite, transmitting from northeast Los Angeles — the Aquarium Drunkard Show on SIRIUS/XMU, channel 35. 7pm California time, Wednesdays.

Intro ++ The Upsetters – Croaking Lizard ++ The Revolutionaries – Kunta Kinte Dub ++ Prince Far I & The Arabs – Long Life ++ Scientist – Drum Song Dub ++ Creation Rebel – Dub From Creation ++ Prince Jammy – Throne of Blood ++ Mikey Dread – Love The Dread ++ Junior Marvin – Roots Train (Dubplate Version) ++ Lee “Scratch” Perry & The Upsetters – Upsetting Dub ++ Jimmy Riley – Woman Gotta Have Love (Dubplate Version) ++ Keith Hudson – Michael Talbot Affair ++ Ranking Dread – Sister Lorna ++ Lee “Scratch” Perry – Huzza A Hana ++ Prince Jammy – Synchro Start ++ Unique Madoo – Call Me Nobody Else ++ Scientist – Dangerous Match One ++ King Tubby & Augustus Pablo – King Tubby Meets Rockers Uptown ++ Ras Michael And The Sons of Negus – Don’t Sell Daddy No Whiskey ++ Lee “Scratch” Perry – Soul Fire ++ The Twinkle Brothers – Jahovah In Dub Majesty ++ Dr. Alimantado – Can’t Conquer Natty Dreadlocks ++ Prince Far I – Rain A Fall ++ Singers & Players – Thing Called Love ++ Scotty – Clean Race ++ Mikey Dread – Saturday Night Style ++ Augustus Pablo – Thunder Clap ++ Ranking Ann – A Slice of English Toast ++ Sylford Walker – Deuteronomy ++ The Wailers – Rastaman Chant ++ The Wailers – So Jah S’eh

[fadagaski]

Hello! I hope you're sleeping better! If you're still open to prompts - Joe/Nicky or Pablo/Daan and "crush" or "dimples". You're one of my fav writers!! You also got me into Pablo/Daan. :D x

Hi nonny! Sorry for the delay on this. Thank you for sending me such a lovely ask! This is post-AMC Daan/Paolo where everything is beautiful and nothing hurts.

Rare are the afternoons like this, the whole apartment blissfully empty, Daan sprawled belly-first on the mattress, gold light spilling across his back catching every gentle rise and fall of his breath. Paolo rests the laundry basket on his hip, struck dumb again by the strength of feeling nailing him to the spot. Love and lust and sheer disbelief that this is his to enjoy, this view: Daan’s smooth skin, the rolling hills of his shoulders, his spine like a curving canyon down to the white sheet they use in summer when the nights are hot.

Life is so hectic, so full of Italia and Saar and work and chores and all the hundred thousand little things that eat up Paolo’s time. So he gives himself this selfish moment to look at his lover, how the light and shadow play across the expanse of his back, and remember how lucky he is.

Whether he breathes too deep a sigh, or the plastic of the laundry basket creaks, either way, Daan’s curly head lifts off the pillow. He turns to look over his shoulder - bunch of his bicep to prop him up, flex of his shoulder and neck, Paolo doesn’t have complicated tastes - and squints at Paolo stood stupid in the doorway.

“Hey,” he croaks, pushing himself up higher, onto his hands. The sheet falls from his waist, reveals the two dimples either side of his spine. Sense memory makes Paolo’s fingers twitch: those two divots are the perfect size for his thumbs when he, with his admittedly large hands, holds Daan by the hips from behind.

Paolo has always been weak to his strongest impulses, which is how he crosses to Daan in only a couple of long strides, kneel-walks on to the bed and eases Daan back down, belly-first and prone, face a few inches from Paolo’s knee.

“Okay?” Half-asleep again, Daan peers up at Paolo.

“I just - like your back.” Paolo’s face flushes hot but it hardly matters when no one can see it.

Humming pleased to himself, Daan shuffles forward enough to press a kiss to Paolo’s knee cap. It’s those little actions of casual intimacy that chase Paolo’s heart up into his throat. “Knock yourself out.”

Paolo has to flex the tingles out of his fingers first before he can apply them to Daan’s skin. Textured like satin over the shoulders, it softens down the length of his winding spine, kidskin at the base where those two dimples sit so inviting.

Daan wriggles until he is comfortable, shown when he lets out a deep sigh. Paolo lets his hands wander, hungry for touch. Strokes from top to bottom over and over, mesmerising himself with the rhythm. There’s just his hands and the light working in tandem, petting the length of Daan’s back.

And when the impulse takes him, and Paolo presses twin kisses to the brackets either side of Daan’s backbone, Daan’s all but asleep, murmurs something Dutch that Paolo hasn’t learnt yet, and his heart is full to burst.

Daan’s arm searches out, grabs hold of Paolo’s shirt and gives a surprisingly strong tug. Paolo goes as directed, moving carefully, tucks himself down the length of Daan’s side. He’s not even tired, really, but the apartment is empty and the laundry can wait.

Rare are the afternoons like this where Paolo can lie in bed and stare at his love in the light.

[myownworstenemyyy]

can I request “I always made you think your feelings for me were totally one-sided…that wasn’t true.” with javi :)

edit: this is Part 1 of the Crystal Clear series

feeling angsty, are we, nonny? 😏 i was so excited to write this one! I hope you like it and mayhaps a part 2 is in the works 😉💕💜💜

prompt from this list: “I always made you think your feelings for me were totally one-sided…that wasn’t true.”

word count: 1.7k (gif by @bestintheparsec)

warnings: swearing (obvi) ; cheating on someone ? kinda briefly ? (idk man)

masterlist | also, this fic was heavily inspired by the song Crystal Clear from the beautiful Hayley Williams 🥰

AO3 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

“I wanna make it crystal clear that I won't give in to the fear.”

The Texas heat is always unforgiving this time of year. But your garden was starting to look horrendous, so you had decided to just suck it up and get some yard work done. Now, as you kneel in the dirt, your gloved hands deep in the soil and back aching from bending over for so long, you think maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. 

The sound of rocks shifting under heavy footsteps has you looking over your shoulder to see a figure approaching. You raise your hand to shield your eyes from the sun shining so brightly behind the stranger, their silhouette being the only thing you can make out. “Can I help you?” you say in a polite, yet cautious voice. 

Your heart nearly stops when an all-too-familiar baritone replies, “Hola, bonita,” as he stops a few feet in front of you - well, technically behind you. Slowly rising to your feet, your eyes fully adjust to the sunlight as you take in the sight of the first man you ever fell in love with. Javier.

He mostly looks the same, save for the slight tan of his skin, along with a few worry lines and wrinkles that have formed over the years since he-

Since he left you.

“Javier,” you state, your voice betraying you when it cracks on the last syllable. What is he doing here? When did he - come back?  

The silence drags on as the two of you study each other, though his expression is much softer than your confused one. “What are you doing here?” you ask at the same time he says, “You look good.” He chuckles, the sound making your stomach flip as your cheeks flush. 

That laugh - god, it’s been so long since you’ve heard it, the last time being the night before he left for Columbia to aid in the capture of Pablo Escobar. Though at the time, you didn’t actually know it would be the last time you’d see him for years to come. You didn’t learn that bit of information until the next morning when you woke up to find a letter in your mailbox - a short apology for his sudden departure. 

But you’d suspected it was more like “fleeing,” especially after you’d told him how you truly felt about him just the night before. Though you suppose you should’ve known better - Javier Peña never was a man who could be committed to one woman for longer than a few nights. Even if that woman was you - his best friend since elementary school. 

Lost in reminiscent thoughts of the two of you together, you don’t notice Javier taking a couple steps closer to where you’re standing. “I just got back a couple days ago and...I needed to see you,” he looks away for a moment, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Well, at least he has the decency to look ashamed.

“OK, you’ve seen me. Now you can go,” you turn around and head towards the front door to your house, leaving your garden a half-done mess. You’ve just reached the first step of the porch when he reaches for your wrist, “Wait - I...I’m sorry, for leaving.”

Releasing a weary sigh, you turn and face him again, his eyes filled with sincerity and something akin to desperation. Your heart instinctively aches to comfort him, but you know that’s not your place - not anymore. “Why?” you ask quietly and the regret lining his features tells you he knows you’re not just referring to why he’s sorry, but why he actually left in the first place without so much as a good-bye. Because you both know you didn’t deserve to find out he was leaving from some piece of paper left on your fucking doorstep.

“I didn’t know how to tell you - that I was assigned to the unit in Columbia. And I couldn’t face you - not after everything you’d said...about-”

“I remember,” you cut him off, tears burning at the corners of your eyes. You bite your bottom lip as it threatens to quiver, the emotions you’ve been suppressing for so long rising to the surface. “You broke my fucking heart, Javi,” your voice breaks, barely above a whisper, as a tear glides down your cheek.

“I know,” he admits in a voice just as softly as he closes his eyes for a moment, releasing a shaky breath, “God, I know, bonita. I - I always made you think your feelings for me were totally one-sided…” he takes a deep breath, sliding his hand down your wrist and holding your right hand in both of his, “but...that wasn’t true,” he confesses, his words landing like a punch to the gut.

Your breath hitches when you finally process what he’s said, the meaning behind his words gripping your heart like a vise. He...feels the same way? 

His dark eyes search yours, pleading for you to understand - for you to forgive him. But you’ve fallen speechless as you try to think of a response, barely able to voice a weak, “W-what?” 

As you remain in a state of shock, Javi reaches for your other hand, coming to stand in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours. “Bonita, I-” he starts but then his brow furrows as he looks down at your left hand, his fingers feeling for something under your gardening glove. 

The look of realization on his face is what finally snaps you out of your trance-like state. You swallow hard as you remove the glove from your left hand, bringing it up closer to eye level to show him-

“I’m engaged,” you croak out, your words laced with regret, and you quickly push away every thought rushing to the forefront of your mind. You refuse to acknowledge any bit of reasoning as to why your heart is breaking from sharing the news of your engagement with the man who basically just confessed his love for you.

“Oh,” he swallows hard, his gaze fixated on the simple diamond that suddenly feels like it’s cutting off circulation to your finger. His grip loosens as he releases your hands, wiping his own hand down his face as he turns away, muttering, “Of course you are - soy más pendejo,” he trails off, his back facing you.

You're frozen at the bottom of the porch, clutching your gardening glove to the point of making your knuckles ache. His hands rest on his hips, his head dropping for a moment as he takes one, two, three breaths before turning to face you once more. 

Your heart begins to race as he watches you for a moment, his expression unreadable. Though, the sadness in his eyes is impossible to miss. 

Clenching his jaw, he nods his head once like he’s come to some kind of decision. “Felicidades, bonita. I hope your prometido knows how lucky he is,” he offers a tight-lipped smile before turning on his heel and walking away. It takes a minute for your legs to finally spring into action as you stumble after him, “Javi, wait!” you drop the glove on the ground, no longer caring about the mess in your front yard.

He skids to a stop but remains facing forward, his shoulders tense. Walking around his brooding figure, you face him head-on, “It’s been years since I’ve even heard from you, Javi - you can’t just-” you shake your head incredulously, all the hurt and confusion from his abandonment manifesting itself as anger, “you don’t get to do this to me. You don’t just get to leave, come back and say you have feelings for me - and then fucking leave again!” 

Your chest rises and falls with the same fierce intensity coating your words, but you refuse to back down, “Why did you even come here if you were just gonna leave the minute I rejected you? I mean, what the hell was I supposed to do after you left? Sit around and sulk because my best friend - the man I love - decided to take a job in Columbia, and didn’t even say good-bye?!” 

Your hands fly to your hair in frustration as you start to pace up and down the sidewalk, angry tears welling in your eyes. No, I’m not crying over him again - I did enough of that when he left. But the memory of you sitting on the hardwood floor in your living room, clutching his letter to your chest as you sobbed for hours, has fresh tears spilling onto your cheeks.

“‘Love’, not… ‘loved’?” he asks carefully as he watches you closely, holding his breath while you wipe your face clean with the front of your shirt. You look at him with a furrowed brow, “What?” The adrenaline from your outburst is quickly fading, exhaustion taking its place.

After a beat, you meet his eyes, which are swimming with emotion as he elaborates, “You said ‘the man I love’... not ‘the man I loved.” His face gives nothing away, but you're taken aback when you see an echo of something in his eyes - hope.

You slowly shake your head, “Javi-” but he cuts you off with a desperate plea.

“Please, just-” he takes a step toward you, his hands reaching out to lightly grip your arms, “tell me - tell me you feel nothing for me anymore and I'll leave you alone...for good.” And from the pained look plaguing his features, you know he’ll keep that promise - he'll walk out of your life, taking all the pain and sorrow he’s caused you along with him.

You grip his forearm with a shaky hand, holding onto him like he’s the only thing anchoring you to this moment. Your lip trembles and his brow furrows deeper in concern as your breathing picks up, your entire being overwhelmed by the emotions boiling over within you.

“I...can't,” you breathe out, looking into his dark eyes as you bring your hands to his face, your fingers hesitantly stroking his cheek. His chest is rising and falling to the same tempo as yours, his lips slightly parted as you trace your fingers over his bottom lip, mesmerized by the curve and slight pout that permanently lives there.

“Bonita-” but it's your turn to interrupt him, only this time it's not with words. You cradle his face in your hands and push up on the tips of your toes until your lips meet his - and the rest of the world fades away.

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Translations:

bonita - pretty / beautiful

soy más pendejo  - I'm the biggest dumbass 😂

Felicidades - Congratulations

prometido - fiance

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