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First Time Crush pt 3

Hiya. So this is the final part of First Time Crush. It's a little Ellie/R heavy but I hope you like it.

Barca Femeni x Reader ; OC x Reader

Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3

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Things with Ellie were fantastic. You felt your whole world shifting around her. She was your sun, and you were in orbit.

You had gone on three dates already. The first one was painfully awkward, you thought, anyway.

You were walking out of the stadium alone – thankfully. Everyone was waiting for you to finish your shower and get ready, the promise of Ellie waiting outside making you shake with excited nerves.

You had fretted the night before over what to wear. Every outfit you owned suddenly felt wrong on your body – either it was too tight, and you felt self-conscious, or it was too loose, and you felt stupid. You were nearly in tears as you phoned Ingrid, tugging harshly at your hair and scratching painful lines into your skin as you got overwhelmed.

“Kjæreste?” Ingrid asked, confused as to why you were phoning so late in the day before a match.

“Too much.” You had eventually squeaked out, trying really hard not to let the tears fall. That was all Ingrid needed to hear before she gathered up Mapí and broke several speed laws to get to yours.

They found you sat amongst a pile of clothes, eyes red with suppressed tears and a dejected look on your face.

“Oh, neña.” Mapí had pulled you from the floor, guiding you to your bed as she hugged you tightly. “Respiraciones profundas,” she said, exaggerating her breathing and running a gentle hand through your hair. Ingrid had silently gathered up your clothes, slipping them back onto hangers and into their designated places before sitting on the other side.

“What happened, søtnos?” Ingrid asked as you pulled back a little from Mapí.

“I’m seeing Ellie tomorrow.” You hoped that was all the explanation you needed to give – it was, at least, for Ingrid, but she wanted you to voice your concerns fully. “I was trying to decide what to wear. Everything felt wrong.” Your voice wobbled as you tried to breathe away the rising tears. Mapí’s hand came to grip yours tightly, the action helping to ground you somewhat.

“Ok, cariño…"

You had sat for over an hour with them as they helped ease your fears and craft the perfect yet comfortable outfit for your coffee date with Ellie. And now, you were going on that date. You had hoped the others would leave before you so you could greet Ellie without fanfare, but it seemed like that would not be happening … at least, not as you had hoped. As you slipped your bag on your shoulder, you felt every pair of eyes on you.

“Estas lista para ir?” Jana, Pina, Bruna and Patri stood with mischievous smiles as you turned around to face the changing room.

“Ella irá sola, chicas.” Alexia interrupted before you could speak, smiling as you sent her a grateful smile. You laughed as their protests inadvertently eased your worries, and you slipped out the door.

Ellie looked like an absolute goddess as you sallied up to her. The collar of her blue away kit peeked out from underneath her soft cream sweater—you really hoped it was yours she was wearing.

“Hey, beautiful.” She smiled that dazzling smile that took your breath away. “You played so well today,” she complimented, the praise bringing a rosy hue to your cheeks.

“Th-thank you,” you stammered. There was an awkward pause; at least, you thought it was awkward (Ellie was taking the time to admire you and hadn’t even realised the gap).

“Are you ready to go?” She wondered. You nodded, eyes staying resolutely on her shoes. “Can I hold your hand?” She asked, not wanting to overstep any boundary you might have. Your brain froze – you barely even realised your enthusiastic nodding – as her warm hand slipped into yours. Her skin was smooth and soft as she intertwined your fingers, pulling you away from the stadium. “So, where do you want to go?” She questioned, inwardly smiling as she watched you panic slightly at her words.

“Um, it’s not too far. Maybe like a 10-minute walk. It’s takeaway only, but I thought I could show you some places?” It was the most words Ellie had ever heard you say in one go. Her heart fluttered at your timid nature, pride swelling in her chest as she thought about you planning the date despite being so unsure.

The date was perfect. She was perfect … but you were an awkward mess. Despite her protests, you had bought her coffee and several pastries before taking her to a small little woodland trail. It wasn’t a big hike … or a hike at all, really, maybe 5 minutes on flat ground, but it wasn’t well-walked and offered you the privacy you wanted for the date. The meadow you took her to was breathtaking; wildflowers filled the green space as you sat. She had, naturally, taken control of most of the conversation, letting you have the space to talk when you wanted. You also had sat in comfortable silence for a time, your hand still firmly in hers as you watched the clouds dance above your heads. You thought you were far too shy and awkward for Ellie to want anything to do with you, but she had surprised you as you ended the date at her front door.

“So, beautiful, care to do this again?” she smirked. Your brain short-circuited, your heartbeat quickened, and another crimson blush spread across your cheeks. You nodded, swallowing down the nerves as you took a deep breath.

“I really enjoyed today,” you confessed, smiling as she squeezed your hand in response.

“So, did I. When’s your next day off?” She lifted her hand to push some of your hair away from your face.

“Um … Monday? But if that’s too soon, then that’s fine too.” You rushed out. It was only Saturday, after all.

“Monday sounds good,” she smiled her earth-shattering smile again. “I have a lecture in the morning, but I can meet you for lunch. I’m free all afternoon. Maybe you could come round here, and I could cook, and we could just hang out?”

“That sounds really nice.” You smiled at her, finally meeting her eyes.

“Perfect,” she giggled – her voice sounding like it was handcrafted by angels. “I’ll text you.” She leaned in, pressing her lips to your cheek before turning around and unlocking her front door, allowing you a moment to try to collect yourself. “Bye, beautiful.” She waved, her fingers fluttering gently as she closed her door.

The second date went just as well. She was so perfect. You were … less awkward than you were before.

Ellie: How do you say my beautiful girl in Spanish? x

Beautiful: mi niña hermosa

Beautiful: why?

Ellie has changed your contact to Mi Niña Hermosa

Mi Niña Hermosa: oh

Ellie: :)

You have changed Ellie’s contact to Mi Diosa

Mi Diosa: what does that mean? x

Mi Niña Hermosa is typing …

Mi Diosa: what does that mean ????

Mi Niña Hermosa: :)

You arrived at her flat exactly on time… well, actually, you were 15 minutes early, but you had walked to the small flower shop on the way and picked a beautiful bouquet of wildflowers. You were then only 3 minutes early, but you waited on a low wall near her building for the right time to ring the buzzer.

“Hey, beautiful.” Her voice sounded so perfect even through the bad intercom.

“Hi, mi diosa.” You tested it out, your heart beating nervously as you did. You took some solace in her not knowing what it meant. The door beeped, and the lock clicked, signalling it was open. The walk up was familiar (you had done it only two days prior) yet foreign. It seemed like a nice enough place – clean, friendly, and, most importantly, safe. You don’t know why you liked the thought of Ellie living in a lovely, dirt-free, safe flat, but it eased your nerves slightly. You knocked on the door, gripping the flowers. The door was wrenched open, and Ellie appeared in front of you. She looked even more gorgeous than the first time.

“Oh my gosh, they’re stunning. Beautiful, you shouldn’t have.” She said as you presented them to her.

“Not as stunning as you.” You weren’t a flirter, but it felt natural to say, so you said it. The all-consuming nerves that had been present at your first weren’t as harsh; instead, a pleasant fluttering stirred in your stomach. If you had been watching Ellie, you would have seen the shy smile and rosy tint rising on her cheeks. Instead, you were looking around her flat. She had lots of pictures of friends and family around, some decorative artwork on the walls, and soft blankets piled neatly on the sofa.

“C’mon. I didn’t know what you could eat with your diet and whatnot, so I’ve made fancy sandwiches.” She put her hand on your waist, the patch of bare skin where your top had ridden up, blazing with heat when her hand touched.

You had spent all afternoon with Ellie. It started with her carrying the conversation, like every interaction you had so far, but as time went on and the shadows lengthened, you were becoming more open – although you were still oblivious to your flirtiness (everything that you wanted to said, you had, not quite realising how teasing it sounded). You were becoming more like yourself – your intelligence shone through, and your kindness and gentle nature made Ellie fall even harder for you.

Eventually, you had left the sanctuary of Ellie’s flat long after nightfall but not too late as you had an early morning training session, and you were mindful of her schedule.

“Bye, beautiful.” Ellie had said, much like she did on Saturday.

“Bye, mi Diosa.” You replied, your eyes dancing over her features. She stepped forward, one hand holding the door, one hand resting on your arm, and she pressed a delicate kiss to the corner of your mouth. Almost all the calmness you felt that afternoon disappeared as you struggled to breathe. Did she mean to kiss you there? Was it a misplaced kiss on the cheek? Did she want to kiss you properly? You blinked owlishly at her, a subtle smile gracing your features.

“I miss you already.” She blew you a final kiss as she shut the door, leaving you to your thoughts as you tried to calm yourself.

Mi Diosa: is it too soon to ask you out again?

Mi Niña Hermosa: I finish at 5 tomorrow – I could cook for you?

Mi Niña Hermosa: It’s a match day on Wednesday tho so it will have to be fairly healthy

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Mi Diosa: Sounds perfect I’ll be there at 6? x

You had been … odd … at training. That was the only way the team could describe you. You were happy enough, so they weren’t questioning it too much. But you seemed different.

“Pequeña, estás bien?” Alexia had asked, concerned over your behaviour.

“Hmm? Oh, yeh.” You smiled at her. She nodded, but her expression wasn’t convinced. You were training well, better than you had been all season, to be honest. It was hard to put a finger on. Ingrid had tried next, sitting next to your cubby in the changing room as you swapped your boots for your trainers.

“Is everything alright, Kjæreste?”

“Huh?” You were distracted again, mentally running over the checklist for tonight for the thousandth time. “Yeh, I’m good,” you dismissed, smiling at her—her expression similar to Alexia’s.

Throughout the day, everyone had come up to you, even Vicky, asking if you were ok and reminding you that if you needed to talk, you could do it. It wasn’t until you had rushed out of the changing rooms bang on 5pm that they could talk freely.

“Ella es rara, verdad?” Patri asked as soon as the door swung shut. There were many hums of agreement as they wondered what it could be.

“Maybe it’s something to do with that girl she had a crush on?” Lucy pondered.

“Ha dicho cómo fue su cita?” Pina asked, looking around at the shaking heads.

“Maybe that’s a good thing.” Keira suggested

“O tal vez se estrelló y se quemó,” Martina added pessimistically. The room went silent.

“Bueno, independientemente de lo que pasó, tenemos que dejarla venir a nosotros. Lo hará cuando esté lista.” Alexia said with finality, putting the situation to rest, at least for the moment.

You had just finished getting ready when the doorbell rang. 6 pm on the dot … you liked a punctual girl.

“Hola, hermosa,” Ellie laughed as you stumbled to get the door open.

“Hola, mi Diosa. Cómo estás?” She looked a little lost for a moment before answering. “Estoy bien, y tu?” Her words were a little staccato but very well-pronounced.

“Muy bien, mi Diosa.” You smiled at her smile. “Por favor, entra” You stepped back to let her in. It was clear she didn’t understand what your phrase meant but understood the sentiment all the same. Only when she walked past did you realise she also had a small bouquet of rainbow flowers, the plastic wrapping crinkling as she moved. “I thought we could cook something together. It is only chicken, veg and pasta, but it’s nice.” You explained, looking at the various produce on the side.

“That sounds fantastic.”

Much like the day before, you chatted the evening away. You laughed over your meal; you sat too close to her on the sofa as you continued giggling at the stories you shared. Eventually, she got fed up with her skin lightly brushing yours and lifted herself up and onto your lap.

You froze, suddenly nervous again at her closeness. She froze, thinking she may have pushed this too far. She loved how open you were becoming with her; your behaviour was closer to what she saw when you were on the pitch during warmups and after the matches. Had she just ruined this?

“Is this … ok?” she whispered to you. You gulped, taking in the sweet scent of her perfume before nodded, letting a shy smile spread across your lips. “Good,” she said, taking your fingers in her hand and fiddling with them as she continued her story.

You wanted it to last longer, but you had a midweek match, so you needed an earlier night.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed as you walked her to your door.

“It’s ok,” she reassured you again.

“Will I … are you... areyougoingtothegame?” you rushed out. She raised an eyebrow at you. “Are you coming to the game tomorrow?” you asked slower this time, unable to meet her eyes. She lifted her finger, pulling your face up to meet her gaze.

“Of course I am.” She smiled softly. “I’m a season ticket holder, I’ll have you know,” she said smugly.

“You are?”

“Yes, I am. And I’ve never missed a home game. Not one this whole season.” She puffed her chest out with pride.

“A true culer, then.” You teased. “Next year, you won’t need a season ticket,” you promised, your eyes flicking down to her lips.

“And why’s that?” she asked, hoping you were hinting at what she wanted you to imply.

“If we give the club enough notice, we get 2 free tickets per home game,” you explained. “Front row … box and pitch access if you want it.” Your eyes flicked back up to meet hers.

“Is this your way of asking me to watch your games, specifically to support you, not Barça Femeni as a whole?” She quirked her eyebrow up in question, her gaze drifting to your lips. The air between you grew heavy, and she pushed herself up to meet your height. “Can I …”

“Please.” You cut her off. Her hands locked into your hair; your fingers drifted along her waist. She tasted like heaven. That was all you could think as she kissed you. First, it was just a quick peck, but then she drew herself back, deepening it as she pressed herself into your body.

“Woah,” she gasped when you eventually parted.

“Now, I really don’t want you to go.” You whined, equally as out of breath.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at the match? I’ll wear your England jersey so you can spot me easier.” You smiled at her words.

“I think I’m starting, so I might not be able to come over until after.”

“That’s ok. As long as you come over at some point.” She smiled her warm, soft smile at you.

“Maybe I could introduce you properly to the girls? As my girlfriend?” you asked shyly, unwilling to meet her eye. She waited, hoping you would look at her – you were still tightly pushed together, her arms around your neck, yours gently resting on her waist.

“Look at me, please,” she asked softly. You did, automatically calming down when your gazes met. "I would love to officially meet my girlfriend’s friends.” Your glittering smile nearly knocked her off her feet.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, beautiful,” she murmured, pressing a final kiss to your lips as she extricated herself from your embrace.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, mi diosa”

“I still don’t know what that means.” She pouted.

“Don’t worry, I know someone more than willing to teach you Spanish.”

Mi Diosa: Goodnight, beautiful

Mi Niña Hermosa: Goodnight, mi novia bonita

You changed Mi diosa’s contact to Mi Novia Bonita

Mi Novia Bonita: stop saying stuff when I don’t know what it means !!!

Mi Niña Hermosa: :)

You played the best game of your life. Your technique was flawless. Your skills were unmatched. You had your name on the score sheet 4 times, along with 3 assists. It was a textbook match for you. You were on fire.

“What has happened to you?” Lucy asked, confused as to the changes in you.

“What do you mean?” You asked, buzzing with energy as you clapped the fans. You came to a stop in front of a very familiar white jersey. You abandoned Lucy, coming to standing in between Alexia and Ingrid.

“Mira quien ha venido a verte.” Alexia nudged you gently, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Do you want to go say hi?” Ingrid asked, putting a hand on the middle of your back, ready to give a push if you denied.

“Maybe later,” you sighed as you made eye contact with Ellie. You blushed a little at the wink she threw your way. They mistook it as you getting shy over your crush’s attention being on you.

“Nawww,” Alexia cooed. “Te estás poniendo tímida debido a tu enamoramiento?” She teased lightly, pinching your bright red cheek. This was it, the perfect timing.

“Is it still a crush if she’s your girlfriend?” You asked, smirking at the two of them before running away into the crowd.

You and Ellie watched at the chaos you caused amongst the players. She had pulled on her home kit, which she had slipped into her bag before she left. She wanted to stand out for you on the pitch, but she knew that being in a stark white top might not be the best thing if she needed to hide from the wrath of some players. You sat further back in the stadium, laughing as Alexia made the rounds, clearly informing people of what you had so casually announced. You could imagine what each one was saying. You acted it out for Ellie, mimicking the disbelieving voices of Patri and Pina, the shocked ones of Irene and Paños. Your favourite person to mock was Mapí – she stood, mouth open, arms by her side as Ingrid told her the news. You don’t think you’d ever seen her speechless before.

“C’mon, we best get going.” You said, standing up and offering her your hand.

“We?” She asked, shocked.

“I’m not dropping that bomb on them, then hiding for 20 minutes and then returning alone.” You explained, thinking your reasoning was obvious.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m going in there after you said that, then ran away for 20 minutes.” She looked at you, mouth open and eyes wide. “They’ll eat me alive.”

“Nonsense. If anything, they’ll be happy I finally asked the hermoso desconocido to be my hermosa novia.” You smirked, extending your hand again and wiggling your eyebrows.

“I still don’t know what you said,” Ellie grumbled, taking your hand.

“Don’t worry, mi diosa. We have plenty of time for me to teach you.”

I hope you liked it <3<3<3

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louddydisturb · 11 months

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what's the matter harry? you look like you've seen a ghost

Depois do estouro da franquia de panico londres se tornou um alvo dos ataques do ghostface, harry, seu namorado e melhor amiga estavam na procura de só mais uma festinha com drogas e bebidas mas tudo tomou um outro rumo

Louis, 28

Harry, 23

Tw: h!fem, cnc, agressão, sequestro, manipulação, rape play, knife play, traição, morte, sangue, fear play

Viu deixar aqui minha recomendação se quiserem ouvir com change (in the house of flies) e cherry waves dos deftones

Boa leitura e espero que gostem :))

Sol.

“Essa festa vai ser incrível! Juro passamos horas tentando fazer essa maquiagem parecer real” Madison tagarelava no banco de trás do carro exibindo o “machucado perfeito” que ela e harry demoraram pelo menos 2 horas e refizeram pelo menos umas 3 vezes, ela estava fantasiada Lara croft com um extra de uma facada na barriga

“Vocês realmente levaram isso a serio” Tyson, namorado de harry, estava fantasiado de jack skellington fazendo par com harry que estava vestida de sally

“Essa é a maior festa do ano, literalmente todo mundo estava esperando” Madison continua

“Não sei não, não fazem nem 48 horas que acharam mais um corpo e é obvio que tem um serial Killer a solta” harry fala apreensiva enquanto arruma a peruca vermelha

“Relaxa, amor. Seja lá quem esteja fazendo isso não iria ter a cara de pau de matar em uma festa cheia de gente” Tyson estaciona na frente da casa de festa “e caso aconteça você sabe que eu vou estar aqui pra te proteger” o cacheado passa o braço pelos os ombros de harry que suspira desconfortável

“Se eu fosse não falaria isso, o filme favorito dela é pânico e os namorados não são muito uteis” Madison zoa antes de sair do carro

“As amigas são as primeiras a morrer” Tyson rebate antes de sair seguido de harry

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‘I was made for loving you baby’ tocava alto pelo salão, harry cantava junto com Madison enquanto Tyson buscava mais bebidas

“Te falei que iria valer a pena!” Madison falava alto

“Tirando o fato que parece que alguém tá observando a gente o tempo todo”

“É uma festa harry, tem pelo menos 200 pessoas aqui”

“Certo” os olhos verdes caem em Tyson que voltava com dois copos de bebida, ou melhor, na figura escura atrás dele

Um arrepio correu por toda a espinha da cacheada

“Tinha uma fila imensa no bar” o garoto entrega os copos com bebida e abraça a cintura de harry que estava estática sem ao menos piscar “amor? Tudo bem?”

“S-sim” ela toma um pouco da bebida focando no mais alto em seu lado

O celular de harry vibrou, uma notificação de uma mensagem de um numero desconhecido.

Harry aproveitou a distração dos outros para abrir as três fotos enviadas

Ela obviamente reconheceu o local, era a balada que eles estavam porem em uma área mais afastada perto do bar onde tinha vários sofás e mesas. Oque fez o sangue de harry ferver foi ver o “casal” se beijando no canto da foto, era a porra de seu namorado e uma loira desconhecida

“Que porra…” harry xinga baixo

“Oque aconteceu?” Os olhos castanhos de Tyson a encaram em curiosidade

Seu celular vibra novamente

Era outra foto mas agora no centro da foto estava harry

A cacheada olha em volta mas não parecia ter ninguém olhando ou com o celular

“Vou no banheiro” ela se afasta caminhando rápido até o local

Para sua sorte o banheiro parecia estar vazio, ela entrou e trancou a porta

“Canalha” ela sentia seu peito doer só de imaginar que a pessoa que ela mais confiava estava a traindo sem o mínimo peso na consciência

Seu celular tocou, “chamador desconhecido” brilhava no display

“Alô?”

“Alô” uma voz grave sooa do outro lado da linha

“Quem é?”

“Ha ha muito engraçado zayn, chega da brincadeirinha”

“Zayn?” A voz continua “não conheço nenhum zayn, harry. Ou melhor sally” harry sente todo seu corpo arrepiar

“Quem é você?”

“Quem é você? Quem é você? Quem é você? Todo falam a mesma coisa. Acredito que tenha feito a pergunta errada, harry”

“Oque você quer?”

“Brincar”

“Brincar?”

“Um jogo, se eu ganhar temo que essa seja a ultima coisa que você vai fazer” harry sentia seu corpo tremer ao que ela tirou o celular da orelha na tentativa de desligar a chamada “Não desligue caso queira continuar com todos os orgãos em seu copo, harry” a voz soou mais grave

“Ta bom ta bom, qual é o jogo” ela tentava esconder o medo em sua voz

“Perguntas e respostas sobre filmes de terror, você gosta certo? Se errar você terá uma surpresinha que não acho que seja muito agradavel para você”

“Pode começar”

“A primeira pergunta, harry. Qual o nome do assassino de sexta-feira 13?”

“Pamela”

“Pamela?”

“Pamela voorhees! A mãe de jason!”

“Certo… está com sorte, harry. Oque chris faz para não ser hipnotizado em corra?”

“Corra… ele arranha o braço do sofá!”

“A ultima, harry… quem era o assasino em panico 1?”

“Billy! Billy loomis” um silencio toma conta da chamada

Derrepente a porta do banheiro estoura revelando uma figura alta vestida de preto com uma mascara de ghostface

“Errado” harry sente seu corpo entrar em panico e não conseguia ao menos correr “qual o problema harry? Parece que você viu um fantasma” a faca brilhava na pouca luz do lugar

“Puta que pariu” ela começa a revirar sua propia bolsa ao que o desconhecido começa a se aproximar

“Procurando isso?” Ele gira o taser nos dedos “não acho que tenha muita escolha sally” ele avança e harry se abaixa se arrastando até uma das cabines do local

“Quer brincar de esconde esconde?” Um murro é deixado na porta de madeira fazendo-a quase quebrar “qual seu filme de terror favorito, harry?”

“Sai daqui!”

“Todo mundo tem um favorito” outro soco é deixado na porta e ela finalmente cede

O ghostface a encurrala contra a parede do pequeno cubículo “sabe qual é o meu?” A lamina da faca passeia pelo pescoço de harry antes de cortar a blusinha do vestido da garota ao meio “o nosso”

“Você é louco” ela se rebatia mas só fazia o aperto em seu braço ficar mais firma

“Todos nós enlouquecemos as vezes, harry” a garota achou que por um segundo ela reconhecia aquela voz

“S-sai”

“Acho que devia ter mais atençao com seus bolsos” harry tira o teaser do bolso da calça jeans preta e consegue escapar do aperto

Ela corria pela balada lotada, não conseguindo localizar madison ou tyson no meio de toda a gente

Ela se arrependeu no exato momento em que pisou na rua escura do lado de fora da balada, era 3:00 da manhã não passava um misero carro na rua

Harry correu.

Correu até seus pulmões pedirem uma pausa e suas pernas não aguentarem o peso de seu próprio corpo

Ela entrou em um beco escuro enquanto tentava ligar para alguma ajuda mas nenhuma ligação completava

“Achou que eu não ia te achar, gatinha?” Harry congelou sabendo exatamente quem estava por trás daquela mascara

“Tomlinson” ela se rastejou ate suas costas baterem em uma parede, as botas pretas do outro soando na brita do chão

“Tomlinson? Gosta de brincar de advinhar né?” Ele se agacha em frente a garota observando os olhos verdes se arregalarem “acho que errou mais uma vez”

Um pano é forçado contra o rosto de harry, ela se debate sentindo seu corpo ficar leve e sua visão começar a embaçar. Era como se ela estivesse flutuando sobre nuvens

“Dormindo como um bebê” ele pega harry no colo ao que a garota perde completamente a consciência em seus braços

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Harry acorda sentindo seu corpo inteiro doer. Ela abre os olhos lentamente observando a sua volta

Ela estava em uma especie de porão que era iluminado apenas por uma lamparina e a luz da rua que entrava pela pequena janela, tinha uma especie de mesa com uma mochila e oque ela reconheceu ser sua bolsa. Harry tentou se levantar mas alem da fita em sua boca ela também estava amarrada em uma cadeira no centro da sala

A porta de metal se abre e louis passa por ela, ainda com a mascara cobrindo seu rosto porem agora a camisa preta tinha os botões abertos e com marcas de sangue em seu peitoral

“Que bom que acordou, bichinho. Por um momento achei que tinha exagerado no sonifero” ele caminha devagar jogando uma bolsa preta no chão “está com frio? O aquecedor daqui parou de funcionar deve ser por isso que está tão inquieta” louis retira a luva e então acaricia a bochecha macia de harry, essa que afasta o rosto em uma tentativa falha de se afasta do toque “oque foi? Sempre gostava dos meus toques” ele puxa a fita da boca de harry fazendo as bochechas cheinhas arderem

“Louco! Você é louco, Louis!”

“Não sou louco, amor” a lamina afiada corta levemente a meia calça de harry “fui tão legal com você, sequer te machuquei, e é assim que sou agradecido”

“Você é maniaco! Me sequestrou só porque ficou com raivinha?”

“Não te sequestrei, harry. Você precisa entender as coisas melhor” ele aperta o pescoço da cacheada fazendo o ar começar a ficar limitado “apenas te “trouxe para um passeio”, você já estava na rua e em um beco escuro, é perigoso existem muitos loucos por ai”

“L-louco” harry sentia que podia desmaiar novamente a qualquer momento

Harry tosse tentando regular sua respiração ao que louis se afasta de si

“Acho que ja ta bom do xingatório” em um movimento ele corta a fita que a prendia na cadeira, deixando somente a fita que prendia suas mãos, e puxando-a pelo braço fazendo a garota cair no chão frio “vamos lá, harry. Você sabe muito bem como isso funciona” ele desabotoa a calça jeans tirando o membro duro do aperto

Os cachos são puxados fazendo harry gemer baixinho de dor, o membro duro batia nas bochechas de harry sujando-as de pré-porra

Lagrimas escorrem involuntariamente ao que a mão pesada de louis se choca contra com seu rosto e ele segura seu queixo fazendo-a abrir a boca

“Isso, amor. Viu como mesmo depois do inutil do teu namorado você ainda sabe como eu gosto” o tomlinson estoca contra a garganta de harry fazendo a garota engasgar e se afastar tossindo assustada

“Talvez tenha se desacostumado mas não é nada que eu não possa te ensinar de novo” ele deixa alguns tapinhas nas bochechas vermelhas, harry abriu a boca sentindo o gosto do pré-gozo inundar seu palato ao que louis voltou a estocar gemendo rouco

Louis sentia seu estomago revirar ao sentir os gemidos da garota em seu pau, só assim notando como ela rebolava em seu sapato em busca de algum alivio

“Viu como já está voltando a ser uma puta, amor?” Ele se afasta chutando harry que se encolhe no chão “você não passa disso, Uma putinha sem cerebro”

“Louis… por favor” a voz de harry estava completamente fodida

“Vem, amor. Não ache que eu só vou te largar, nem sequer me fez gozar ainda” ele puxa harry com força, a jogando contra a mesa branca encostada na parede. Sua bunda ficando empinada no vestido curto que mal fazia o trabalho de a cobrir

Louis termina de levantar a sainha antes de cortar a meia calça fininha junto com a calcinha de harry

“Olha como você ta molhada feito uma vagabunda” o homem era agressivo e penetrar dois dedos na grutinha molhada fazendo harry gemer alto e bater os pés tentando o afastar “quieta”

Ele puxou o pescoço da garota tendo a visão rostinho choroso e os lábios inchados de tanto serem maltratados

Um tapa ecoou pela sala fazendo os lamurias da cacheada ficarem ainda mais altas

“Shh… tudo bem, bichinho” ele tira os dedos de dentro dela levando em seguida para os lábios gordinhos

Harry geme abafado sentindo o falo duro a preencher

Louis apertava a cintura fininha deixando a sua mão marcada perfeitamente ali

“Porra hazza…” ele puxa a garota para perto de si fazendo-a apoiar a costa em seu peito

Harry gemia chorosa com a cabeça apoiada no ombro tatuado, ela podia o sentir perfeitamente em sua barriga

As estocadas continuas faziam o baixo ventre de harry revirar e suas pernas tremerem

“Eu vou g-gozar” ela fala entre gemidos

“Que egoista, bichinho.” Ele brinca com os mamilos rijos sentindo a cacheada se molhar ainda mais em seu pau

“Por favor” lagrimas se formavam no canto dos olhos verdes e ela tremia desnorteada contra o peito de louis

Um grito agoniado ecoou pelo comodo quando a lamina afiada traçou um LT perfeito na bunda machucada de harry

“Quer gozar sozinha? não te ensinei a ser egoista, amor.” As estocadas começavam a descontrolar indicando o quão perto louis também estava

“Louis…”

“Goza” ele diz ríspido sentindo harry se apertar em volta de seu pau e gozar molhando toda a mesa e pelves de louis, esse que levantou a mascara puxando a garota para um beijo ávido e quente enquanto gozava

ele deixa mais um tapa na banda cheinha antes de cortar a fita dos pulsos pálidos

🔪 🩸

O suv estaciona no meio fio algumas casas antes da casa de Madison, harry desce do carro correndo e sentindo seu coração bater descontrolado

“MAD! MADISON ABRE PORFAVOR!” Ela batia rápido na porta branca que não demorou a ser aberta pela garota

“Harry?! Oque aconteceu? Meu deus você tá bem?” Ela ajuda a cacheada a entrar na casa, trancando a porta principal logo em seguida

“Ele me achou” harry soluçava abraçando a amiga “o assassino” os olhos verdes a encaram em agonia

“Oque? Você ta machucada? Harry…”

“Ele me torturou mads” harry continua sentindo as lagrimas quentes molharem sua bochecha e o moletom da outra garota “liga para o Tyson”

“Harry… ele foi encontrado morto não muito longe da balada ontem”

“Oque?! Como…” os lábios de harry perdem completamente o sangue

“28 facadas e-“ a fala de Madison é cortada com a figura mascarada que aparece no reflexo do espelho “harry… harry ele ta aqui!” A garota tenta corre mas é segurada por harry que continuava parada no lugar “harry? O assassino ta aqui!”

“Eu sei… se tivesse prestado atenção nas vezes que assistimos filmes saberia que sempre tem dois assassinos” a lamina afiada é cravada no estômago da outra “se não estivesse tão ocupada ficando com o meu namorado” a pupila de harry estava tomada pelo preto e aos poucos o casaco laranja sujava mais com o sangue “agora você pode ter ele todinho pra você, filha da puta” a lamina atravessa a cabeça da garota que cai inconsciente no chão, uma poça de sangue se formando no carpete claro

“Muito bem, amor” louis se aproxima retirando a mascara e deixando um beijo no topo da cabeça cacheada “melhor irmos”

#larry stylinson #harry styles #louis tomlinson #one shot #smut #one direction

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latinotiktok · 11 months

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Propaganda:

Percy

-Percy Jackson porque yo lo digo idc (no hay explicación blanca para ese muchacho ese mae es latino)

-Percy Jackson from the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series. Has mad silver teeth energy.

-Percy Jackson. He's an outsider. He works hard to get where he wants to be. He's cool. He's funny. He's an icon. He's from New York. Must I say more.

-percy jackson pq ele é rato de praia e só se fode se isso não é a experiência unificadora da América Latina não sei o que é

-Percy Jackson. Eu sei que tem pessoas com argumentos legítimos para isso, mas estou indo apenas pela ~vibe~

-Percy Jackson porque es de nueva york yo digo que es puertoriqueño 🫡

-percy jackson. he has to be latino he lives in nyc and is coded to be a minority. personally think he's argentino but i've seen hcs for venezuela, brasil, and puerto rico. shoutout to tumblr user latinopercy btw

Percy Jackson, por que ele claramente é latino. Ele deveria ser especificamente brasileiro e carioca. Filho do DEUS DO MAR !!!!! bebendo um mate na praia!!!!!

Percy Jackson. Mírenme a los ojos y díganme que no. Trauma con su papá ausente. Mamá adolescente. Un padrastro de mierda al que su mamá asesina. Un medio hermano al que al principio no quiere pero después adora. Le dan una espada y procede a desafiar dioses. Eso es muy de niño latino peleando con las autoridades del colegio.

-Percy Jackson, not only he lives in the harlem (wich im told is v latino heavy in the us) just look at him!! the attitude, the sarcasm the underdogism the jokes the flavour the disrespect to autority cmonnn, meu filho brasileiro eu sinto desde os 13 essa verdade! me diz se a sally n tem mó cara de tia mãe do seu amigo da escola, bota ai um sandra nela e fechou. (pros brarg ainda podiamos vencer por percabeth aka percy brasileiro/annabeth argentina abram seus olhos!!) enfim façamos o que rick não teve coragem!!

-Percy Jackson. He just has the vibes. After all the bullshit my boy went through, he just deserves it, as a treat.

- percy jackson bc seeing a demi god kid have adhd AND be latino would be epic especially bc he's the main character of the series also when i first read the book i kinda did read him as latino bc of certain thing described in the book

-Percy Jackson. en el libro dicen que su madre y poseidon cojieron durante un verano pero su cumpleaños es en agosto, lo que significa que tuvieron que cojer alrededor de diciembre. eso solo tiene sentido si es del hemisferio sur así que en mi corazón es latino

Peter Parker

-Spiderman. ya sabés

-Spiderman (Peter Parker). Por vibes y porque en cada maldita esquina de Latinoamérica hay un tipo vestido de spiderman. Qué sería de nosotres sin él

-El hombre araña, literal no hay trencito de la alegría o pelotero donde no aparezca, no importa la edad si le preguntas a alguien por un superhéroe te lo van mencionar. Es básicamente como Goku pero de cómics, hay publicidades y graffitis de él por todos lados, vas a una parrilla y lo tenés ahí pintado al spiderman en un pared preparando unos choris. Tenemos canónicamente? nuestro propio hombre araña (Julián 💙) y tengo fotos de un hombre araña con la camiseta de la selección festejando sobre un camión. (Disclaimer soy argentina 😅)

-Peter parker de Ultimate Spiderman 2012 por que NO DEJO DE VER UNA PROPAGANDA DE BELDENT CON SU ACTOR DE VOZ. TODO EL CAST DE DOBLAJE DE USM ES ARGENTINO Y ME ATORMENTA.

-homem-aranha, tem forte presença no carnaval de rua brasilero e claramente sabe dançar funk

#canonize your blorbo as latino tournament #round 2 #polls

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borboletasnegras · 5 months

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"Mas até certo ponto ainda te vejo como a pessoa que partiu meu coração e me deixou imprestável para relações normais."

Sally Rooney, em Conversas entre amigos.

#outros #literatura #trechos de livros

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killemwithkawaii · 8 months

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Doing my (better late than never) part to spread the word about the Sanity's Fall Fanzine, a truly kick-ass collection of Sally Face fanart and fanfiction from 40+ artists and writers, including @otaku-bartender, @moonstruckmutt, @xviiint, @violetnuisance, and yours truly🎨🎭

The kickstarter is fully funded and preorders for the zine and exclusive merch are now open! All proceeds will be donated to to the charity 'Red de Apoyo para Víctimas de Sectas' (Support Network for Cult Victims), so if you're able, treat yourself and throw a couple extra items in your cart knowing that it's for a great cause 👌

Here's a little sneak preview of the illustration I contributed to the project:

RIP Larrys eyebrows 😔🙏

For more info and previews from other artists, check out the official Sanity's Fall Fanzine pages on Instagram and twitter

#sally face #sanity's fall fanzine #sal fisher #larry johnson #k.e.w.k. draws #edited

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eddiediazismyhusband · 3 months

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🩺 or 🙅🏻‍♀️

Otherwise, I’m gonna start sharing anti-Eddie, pro-Tevan screenshots on your posts 😤

(I would never actually do that but pretty pretty please, these both sound SO FCKN GOOD, I need them 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺) (also I’m not at all creative & obviously very bad at threats but I wanted to follow the rules 😇)

That is legitimately the most threatening thing anyone could ever say to me to get me to write, please don't play with me like that, I promise I will have my wips written and on your desk by 5 PM Friday.

🩺 - The Nurse!Eddie fic:

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Eddie looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

“You were crying over a movie with Dolly Parton in it?” he asked.

“Hey, don’t trash on Dolly,” Buck admonished. “Besides, she wasn’t the focus of the scene, it was- Sally Field’s character is giving this really emotional monologue and I just… it gets me every time.”

“You’re telling me you’ve cried at this scene before?” Eddie gave him an amused look.

“It gets to me, man,” Buck defended. “It- it’s kind of a sentimental movie to me. Maddie and I used to watch it all the time, and… I don’t know, I just love it.”

Eddie frowned at the mention of Maddie’s name.

“Ah, and how is she?” he asked, changing the subject. “Maddie, I mean.”

“Oh she’s…” Buck trailed off. “Don’t tell Hen, she wants it to be a surprise, but she is pregnant.”

“Congratulations,” Eddie said, trying not to let the agitated edge show.

“Thanks,” Buck smiled. “I think I’m honestly more excited than she is about it. To have a little Buckley walking around.”

Eddie’s brow furrowed. Based on what Buck had said in the store a week ago, the baby wasn’t his, so technically it wasn’t a Buckley.

“I’m sure that it’s going to be a big adjustment for you both,” Eddie said.

Buck shrugged his shoulders. “I mean, not really for me- I’m planning on spoiling the kid, but Maddie and Chimney are the ones who are gonna have the brunt of it all. I’m just gonna be Uncle Buck.”

Eddie swore he heard a record scratch in his brain.

“Wait, what?” he asked.

“What?” Buck furrowed his own brows in confusion.

“What do you mean, Uncle Buck?” he clarified.

“I mean, my sister’s baby is going to be my niece or nephew,” Buck chuckled awkwardly, still looking at Eddie with a confused look.

“Sister?” Eddie asked, his eyes growing wide. “Maddie’s- She’s your sister?”

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🙅🏻‍♀️ - The Homophobic Marisol fic:

“She what?” she practically hissed.

“I-” Buck stammered. “I- she figured out I had feelings for Eddie and she… she told me I should stay away from him and Christopher. That she’s Eddie’s girlfriend and she doesn’t want me around to mess things up for her.”

Buck could swear he saw the faintest twitch of Pepa’s eyes before she took a deep breath, closing her eyes and bowing her head as if in prayer.

“Dios, por favor dame la fuerza para no retorcerle el cuello a esa perra la próxima vez que la vea-” she muttered quickly under her breath.

“Pepa!” Buck’s eyes went wide- picking up on the gist of what she was saying even though he didn’t understand it exactly.

“I’m sorry, Evanito, but I never liked that puta for my Eddito,” Pepa told him. “I knew there was something off about her when I met her, but I never expected her to be so vile.”

“I’m really wondering if I should tell you the next part,” Buck chuckled as Pepa turned to face him.

“There’s more?” she asked.

“She told me she didn’t want me to ‘turn Eddie’ so that he would be with me,” Buck told her- feeling like a weight was being lifted by sharing this with someone other than Maddie or Chim. “And that if she found out that I told anyone what she said then she would tell Eddie how I feel about him.”

“Ay dios mio,” Pepa shook her head.

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#911 abc #eddie diaz #911 #buddie #911 on abc #evan buckley #buddie 911 #buck and eddie #911 buddie #buddie ao3 #ao3 buddie

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jartita-me-teneis · 2 months

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18 hechos sobre París:

1. El Metro de París tiene varias "estaciones fantasmas" que ya no están en uso. Uno de los más famosos es el Arsenal, que fue cerrado en 1939.

2. El apartamento de Gustave Eiffel en la parte superior de la Torre Eiffel todavía existe. Ahora es un museo, mostrando cómo se veía cuando vivía allí.

3. Montmartre, conocido por su historia artística, tiene un viñedo oculto llamado Clos Montmartre que todavía produce vino.

4. La Ópera del Palais Garnier tiene un apartamento oculto diseñado para el arquitecto del edificio, Charles Garnier.

5. La casa más antigua de París se encuentra en la calle de Montmorency 51 y data de 1407. Perteneció al alquimista Nicolas Flamel.

6. La calle más corta de París, Rue des Degrés, tiene sólo 5,75 metros de largo y consiste únicamente en una escalera.

7. La Opera Garnier tiene un lago subterráneo, originalmente una fuente de agua natural que se convirtió en parte de su infraestructura.

8. Durante la liberación de París en 1944, la contraseña secreta era "Tante Sally. "

9. La Rue des Morts en el 5.o distrito fue una vez una calle donde personas con rostros desfigurados debido a lesiones de la Primera Guerra Mundial vivían y recibieron tratamiento.

10. La Campagne à París en el distrito 20 es un pequeño pueblo escondido dentro de la ciudad, con casas y jardines pintorescos.

11. El Tour Jean-sans-Peur, una torre medieval construida a principios del siglo XV, está escondida en el 2.o distrito.

12. Candelaria, un bar estilo bar clandestino, está escondido detrás de una tienda de tacos en Le Marais.

13. Le Procope, fundado en 1686, es el café más antiguo de París y fue frecuentado por Voltaire, Rousseau y Benjamin Franklin.

14. El Canal Saint-Martin estaba cubierto parcialmente a mediados del siglo XIX, y hoy en día, partes del mismo corren bajo tierra.

15. En el Arco del Triunfo hay un ascensor escondido dentro de uno de los pilares para los que no pueden o no quieren subir las escaleras.

16. El Pont des Arts fue usado una vez como un puente de peaje, donde los artistas montaban sus caballetes y pintaban las vistas del río.

17. Place de la Concorde, ahora una famosa plaza, fue una vez el lugar de muchas ejecuciones públicas durante la Revolución Francesa.

18. El río Bièvre, una vez una vía fluvial prominente en París, ahora fluye completamente bajo tierra a través de la ciudad.

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Hola, aquí está mi árbol genealógico de Ph1LzA Minecraft™:

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Lo siento si mi español es malo. Todavía estoy aprendiendo, así que la mayor parte de esto es traducido por Google.

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Así que está bien, esto se basa en lo que el propio hombre dijo sobre su mundo Hardcore, SMP Earth, DSMP y Qsmp (en ese orden, luego de vuelta a Hardcore) siendo todos el mismo tipo. También tengo en cuenta algunos casos fuera de los SMP.

(Tenga en cuenta que no sé todo sobre la tradición del mundo Hardcore de Ph1LzA cuando se trata de las relaciones, así que cualquier cosa que tenga que ver con eso es una conjetura. Siéntase libre de corregirme con algunas fuentes si me equivoco ﾍ(･ _|)

(Además, no soy Ph1L, así que no tomes esto como canon, ¿piensa en ello más como un AU mío, supongo?)

Versión sin código de colores en la parte inferior Si esto hace que le sangren los globos oculares.

Terminé esto como a la 1 a.m., así que probablemente haya algunos errores ortográficos o algo así.

English Version

Lista maestra de QSMP

-----ADVERTENCIAS: Wilbur Soot se incluye exclusivamente para contar historias. Solo lo llamaré [Censurado] porque ya no lo considero parte de la familia.

Rose:

Así que Ph1LzA comienza en su mundo hardcore al ser engendrado por Rose (¿Deidad de la Tierra/Overworld?), ella es su Deidad de Engendro. Ella es una especie de madre suya en el sentido de que él existe allí gracias a ella, pero ella no es su madre REAL y no se refieren a ella como tal. Pero como ella es ~más o menos~ su madre la he incluido en esta lista.

Kristin/Miss Trixtin:

Es la Diosa de la Muerte y su Esposa (Romántica). debido a que su trabajo es literalmente la muerte misma, no se ven mucho cuando él está en un SMP, se ven cuando él entra en su cabeza, el vacío / inframundo o cuando ella lo posee para ver el mundo de los vivos.

Su relación es a la vez un matrimonio romántico y, como un culto religioso, un ángel totalmente dedicado a su Diosa. muy parecido a Gomez y Morticia Addams.

(Lo siento, no conozco ninguna canción en español que coincida con ellos, me encantaría escuchar alguna recomendación :D.)

Technoblade:

La leyenda misma, era la vasija del dios de la sangre, lo que le daba el mismo estatus que un semidiós. Se conocen cuando el Techno es como un adolescente, digamos de 14 a 16 años. Permanecen juntos a lo largo de la Tierra SMP como los Emperadores del Imperio Antártico, se separan por un tiempo cuando Ph1LzA regresa a su mundo hardcore, y luego se reúnen por última vez en el DSMP.

Technoblade y Ph1LzA son lo que yo llamaría almas gemelas platónicas. ya sea como Padre e Hijo, mejores amigos o como hermanos. No importa cómo elijas verlo, son familia de cualquier manera. También es el favorito de Ph1LzA.

[Redacted]:

Fue considerado como el gemelo más joven de Technoblade por unos minutos a pesar de que no había ninguna relación biológica. Era el único hijo biológico de Ph1LzA y era el padre de Fundy y Tallulah. Estaba casado con su ahora ex esposa Sally The Salmon.

[Censurado] no es el hijo biológico de Kristin. [Censurado] nació de Ph1LzA y Samsung Fridge. Una nevera literal.

Tommyinnit:

Conoció a Ph1LzA a través de SMP Earth e intentó asesinar al hombre, después de fallar en el estilo de Loony-Tunes un montón de veces, finalmente molestó a Ph1L y Techno para que le gustaran. Techno y Tommy tienen una relación más fraternal a pesar de que Techno rechaza el canon familiar en DSMP.

Tommy es el padre de su hijo adoptivo Shroud, una araña, y es el hijo favorito de Kristin.

Fundy:

El hijo de [Censurado] y Sally The Salmon, Fundy tiene una relación difícil con su familia, aparte de su hijo Yogurt. Es hermano de Tallulah, aunque nunca la ha conocido.

Shroud:

Hijo adoptivo de Tommyinnit

Yogurt:

El hijo adoptivo de Fundy

MissaSinfonia:

Es un artista y músico mexicano. Él y Ph1LzA se conocieron en el QSMP y se asociaron para cuidar de su Egg Chayanne adoptado. Missa es el esposo de Ph1L (comenzó como platónico, aunque las etiquetas ya no parecen funcionar para ellos), aunque no se ven mucho debido al trabajo de Missa como una parca. M��s tarde, Missa también adopta a Tallulah.

El hermano de Missa es SpreenDMC y su madre es Dama Muerte (Lady Death). Su "jefa" es Kristin.

(¡Missa me ayudó a aprender español! :D)

Chayanne:

Fue adoptado por Ph1LzA y Missa, siendo su madre favorita Missa. Le encanta cocinar y se ve a sí mismo como un hermano mayor responsable de todos los demás huevos.

Su hermana menor es Tallulah e idolatra mucho a Technoblade.

Tallulah:

Fue la hija adoptiva de Egg de [Censurado], y más tarde fue adoptada por Ph1LzA y Missa cuando [Censurado] la dejó. Su padre favorito es Ph1Lza y le encantan los animales, las flores y la música.

Ella no conoce a Fundy y no sabe que él es su hermano.

Dama Muerte (Lady Death):

La madre de Missa (este no es su nombre real, no pude encontrar nada para ella, así que le di uno) y la Diosa del inframundo. Ella gobierna la tierra de los muertos, pero en realidad no es la muerte, Kristin lo es. Piensa en Hades y Thantos, Dios del Inframundo y Dios de la muerte.

(¡POR FAVOR dígame si esto es ofensivo! Pensé que la idea de que ella fuera una Diosa era genial, pero no quiero molestar a nadie D:)

SpreenDMC:

Es el hermano de Missa (desconozco la relación exacta). Es un luchador que prefiere el PvP al RP, fue el compañero involuntario de FitMC y padre de Ramón. Se fue y estuvo "desaparecido" durante meses. Más tarde se reveló que estaba muerto.

Sin embargo, es posible que regrese debido a su madre.

FitMC:

Padre de su Huevo Ramón, Viuda porque Spreen murió, Está saliendo con Pactw. Viejo amigo de Ph1LzA desde SMP Earth y veterano de 2b2t. Adoptó a Richarlyson.

Pactw:

Hombre brasileño saliendo con Fit y adoptó a Ramón. La mitad de Tazercraft y Almas gemelas platónicas con MikeTheLink. Padre de Richarlyson.

Ramón:

Hijo de Fit y Pac, tiene bigote y le encanta CreateMod. Es amigo de Chayanne y Tallulah. Hermano adoptivo de Richas.

MikeTheLink:

Almas gemelas platónicas con Pac, casada con Barbmine, diosa de la creación. Padre de Richas.

Barbmine:

Diosa de la Creación y esposa de Mike y madre de Richas.

Richarlyson:

Brazilian Egg, ama el caos y es hijo de Pac, Mike, Felps, Cellbit, Barbmine y, recientemente, Fit.

Podría haber ido más lejos con el árbol genealógico, pero lo dejaré para otra publicación, esta es lo suficientemente larga como está. Lo enlazaré cuando lo haga.

Una vez más, esto no es exactamente canon, tómalo como un AU más que nada.

Principalmente hice esto porque vi la publicación de otra persona sobre esto que excluía a Missasinfonia por completo, pero incluía a Chayanne y Tallulah, y me molestó un poco, especialmente porque a algunas personas les gusta excluir a los hispanohablantes en el Qsmp porque no jugaban tan a menudo y solo se referían a ellos como piezas de relación con sus socios de Egg.

Missa es tan importante para la familia de Ph1LzA como Chay y Lullah. ¡LITERALMENTE SE LLAMAN A SÍ MISMOS LA FAMILIA DE LA MUERTE Y HABLAN TANTO DE MISSA QUE NO PUEDES IGNORARLA!

Pozo… tú puedes, yo no puedo controlarte y tú puedes hacer lo que quieras y esto no está destinado a ser un ataque a nadie, solo necesitaba decir nada al respecto.

De todos modos, no codificado por colores a continuación.

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Hola, aquí está mi árbol genealógico de Ph1LzA Minecraft™:

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Lo siento si mi español es malo. Todavía estoy aprendiendo, así que la mayor parte de esto es traducido por Google.

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(Además, no soy Ph1L, así que no tomes esto como canon, ¿piensa en ello más como un AU mío, supongo?)

Versión sin código de colores en la parte inferior Si esto hace que le sangren los globos oculares.

Terminé esto como a la 1 a.m., así que probablemente haya algunos errores ortográficos o algo así.

Lista maestra de QSMP

-----ADVERTENCIAS: Wilbur Soot se incluye exclusivamente para contar historias. Solo lo llamaré [Censurado] porque ya no lo considero parte de la familia.

Rose:

Kristin/Miss Trixtin:

Su relación es a la vez un matrimonio romántico y, como un culto religioso, un ángel totalmente dedicado a su Diosa. muy parecido a Gomez y Morticia Addams.

(Lo siento, no conozco ninguna canción en español que coincida con ellos, me encantaría escuchar alguna recomendación :D.)

Technoblade:

[Redacted]:

[Censurado] no es el hijo biológico de Kristin. [Censurado] nació de Ph1LzA y Samsung Fridge. Una nevera literal.

Tommyinnit:

Tommy es el padre de su hijo adoptivo Shroud, una araña, y es el hijo favorito de Kristin.

Fundy:

El hijo de [Censurado] y Sally The Salmon, Fundy tiene una relación difícil con su familia, aparte de su hijo Yogurt. Es hermano de Tallulah, aunque nunca la ha conocido.

Shroud:

Hijo adoptivo de Tommyinnit

Yogurt:

El hijo adoptivo de Fundy

MissaSinfonia:

El hermano de Missa es SpreenDMC y su madre es Dama Muerte (Lady Death). Su "jefa" es Kristin.

(¡Missa me ayudó a aprender español! :D)

Chayanne:

Fue adoptado por Ph1LzA y Missa, siendo su madre favorita Missa. Le encanta cocinar y se ve a sí mismo como un hermano mayor responsable de todos los demás huevos.

Su hermana menor es Tallulah e idolatra mucho a Technoblade.

Tallulah:

Fue la hija adoptiva de Egg de [Censurado], y más tarde fue adoptada por Ph1LzA y Missa cuando [Censurado] la dejó. Su padre favorito es Ph1Lza y le encantan los animales, las flores y la música.

Ella no conoce a Fundy y no sabe que él es su hermano.

Dama Muerte (Lady Death):

(¡POR FAVOR dígame si esto es ofensivo! Pensé que la idea de que ella fuera una Diosa era genial, pero no quiero molestar a nadie D:)

SpreenDMC:

Sin embargo, es posible que regrese debido a su madre.

FitMC:

Padre de su Huevo Ramón, Viuda porque Spreen murió, Está saliendo con Pactw. Viejo amigo de Ph1LzA desde SMP Earth y veterano de 2b2t. Adoptó a Richarlyson.

Pactw:

Hombre brasileño saliendo con Fit y adoptó a Ramón. La mitad de Tazercraft y Almas gemelas platónicas con MikeTheLink. Padre de Richarlyson.

Ramón:

Hijo de Fit y Pac, tiene bigote y le encanta CreateMod. Es amigo de Chayanne y Tallulah. Hermano adoptivo de Richas.

MikeTheLink:

Almas gemelas platónicas con Pac, casada con Barbmine, diosa de la creación. Padre de Richas.

Barbmine:

Diosa de la Creación y esposa de Mike y madre de Richas.

Richarlyson:

Brazilian Egg, ama el caos y es hijo de Pac, Mike, Felps, Cellbit, Barbmine y, recientemente, Fit.

Podría haber ido más lejos con el árbol genealógico, pero lo dejaré para otra publicación, esta es lo suficientemente larga como está. Lo enlazaré cuando lo haga.

Una vez más, esto no es exactamente canon, tómalo como un AU más que nada.

Missa es tan importante para la familia de Ph1LzA como Chay y Lullah. ¡LITERALMENTE SE LLAMAN A SÍ MISMOS LA FAMILIA DE LA MUERTE Y HABLAN TANTO DE MISSA QUE NO PUEDES IGNORARLA!

Pozo… tú puedes, yo no puedo controlarte y tú puedes hacer lo que quieras y esto no está destinado a ser un ataque a nadie, solo necesitaba decir nada al respecto.

De todos modos, no codificado por colores a continuación.

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