#pero aquí con todo mi love

[jojo-schmo]

Crow Strider AU my beloved…. I am so happy you exist. <3

AU is by @meraki-sunset

[peaceeandcoolestvibes]

Periodt? Periodt

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐬 || 𝐄𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐕𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐜 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ you are the girl who does the makeup effects for the society of the snow and you fall for el pendejo de Enzo (no te creas, papi tkm💋). But you start avoiding him because it’s not correct to fall in love with someone like him.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ AGE GAP (I’m turning 20 in March, let me live my fantasy), angst, fluff, Spanglish fic (I’m Mexican American, I know what I’m writing), reader is in denial and speaks Spanish, idk misunderstandings?, happy ending (irl Enzo nunca nos va a pelar)😭

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞_ I hate Spanglish but how can I keep both mi gente latino and my RAHHH🦅🇺🇸 people happy? With a Spanglish fic. I let go all my frustrations y lo ardida que estoy con cierto uruguayo.

♪ ♫ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝟒 𝐄𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐕𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐜 ✰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱

@kissmemucho on X // @_hannia.k on instagram

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One day, you started hating going to work. It was half work, half practice for college. Still, you started hating it. From moving some months to Spain to work on the makeup team for a movie, to spending hours with each actor to do their makeup.

That wasn’t the issue though. It was just that… uh… gosh.

You had developed a crush for that man called Enzo. It was so cringe to admit. And it tore apart you because he was significantly older than you. He would never turn to look down at you. That was the most honest thing about the whole thing. Only that you were even depriving yourself from being his friend.

But god, his pretty nose and deep eyes. His soft hair and perfect smile. The way he was so kind to everyone and to you. Soon you learned he was single too. It was so damn much that it made you so mad. He was perfect. Gorgeous in every sense.

And that’s exactly why you now hate going to work.

Sometimes the aura around the team seemed to be heavy due to the context of the movie. You had seen how every actor started to lose weight and prepare for the role. Which was a little tough. Anyways, everyone in the cast believed you were a burst of sunshine at least. Who seemed to make the hours spent seated on a chair with makeup and prosthetics being placed a little more fair.

“¡HEY!…GUAPA, VENÍ PARA ACÁ!” You heard as soon as you entered the workplace. Once you spotted the little circle of boys, you rolled your eyes and giggled.

“¿Y ahora qué se te ofrece Juani?”

“Que confirmes si vienes a cenar con todos” you looked at the others. Matías and the others were exchanging looks, with none other than Enzo. You don’t even look at the man, you can only focus on the boy with annoying blue eyes.

“Cómo jodes, chico. Ya veré si voy o no, tengo mucho que hacer” that was true, you had a lot to do. But mostly, it was because you believed you had nothing amazing to share with them.

“Podemos esperarte.” Enzo said, which immediately made your stomach flutter and your chest to get congested. He was wearing some t-shirt and those damn Adidas joggers he liked to repeat on a daily basis.

The fact that he suggested waiting for you to go out and have dinner should’ve made you blush, but it only made you nervous, increasing your eagerness to run away from the little circle of men.

“No pasa nada, váyanse ustedes. Que se la pasen bien…” and poor Enzo, he watched how you disappeared through the hallways with your big bag full of makeup and brushes.

“Ya va a caer…”

“Pero ni me gusta” everyone giggled. Enzo knew you were younger, of age, but younger. He also knew you were from a little too far away from Uruguay, that you were bilingual, that you were passionate about writing and other arts, that your eyes were lighter than expected in the sun, that your hands were very soft and that you were so extroverted with everyone except with him.

“Sos idiota, si no te gustara no te hubieras quedado como mogólico viéndola irse”

“Pero es una niña…” he tried to reason.

“La veinteañera universitaria que trabaja aquí en producción y anda sola por la vida” everyone laughed again. You were certainly an adult. Yeah you still acquired toys, listened to silly music and watched Barbie or Bratz movies. But you were legally an adult.

Which led Enzo wondering if he could ever have a chance with you. You had seen a lot of people, with how many times you had travelled to Los Angeles, the heart of Hollywood and everything, sometimes he doubted you could be interested in him.

But no… he definitely hadn’t caught an eye on you.

…

It was a Friday. A week from the day you rejected dinner with your workmates. Nothing serious happened after that. Juani made fun and exposed you with random tweets like a bully. He was laughing his ass off of you, so shameless and stupid. However, you on the other hand… were dying out of embarrassment. Especially after seeing how many people started following him. Then gifting him with an army of girls starving for shitpost around the internet.

“Si no estuvieras por grabar una escena tan desgarradora, te ahorcaba en este preciso momento, Juani '' you wanted to kill him. He had posted online two videos of you dancing like the proudest stripper, a picture of you rolling your eyes that looked extremely silly and dorky. Two audios of you cursing in Spanish and saying how much you hated capitalism. And he even made his own stickers of you to pass around the group chat of the cast.

“Eso te pasa por ¡RIDÍCULA!” The tone he used, extremely mocking you was enough to make you laugh along with him and caught the attention of everyone surrounding you two.

“Pues nunca te conseguiré el follow de los ex-One Direction” he stopped laughing, knowing you had made him remember his humbling twitter posts.

“¡Qué boluda… y pesada!”

“Okay, pinche ardido” one of the design team members from the movie appeared and handed you a little paper. It was the list of your schedule. Juani snatched it and opened it before you could even blink.

“UYYY… te toca todo el día con Enzo” he started teasing you like a child. You rolled your eyes in annoyance.

“Pero la boluda y pesada soy yo”

“Pues si” you finally read the paper and yes… 3 hours with Enzo.

“Well… it could be worse” you admitted sighing, accepting that you would spend three hours swallowing your pride and pierced feelings.

“Dejáte querer���” you frowned confused at the boy beside you.

“What?” You asked laughing, but he only shrugged.

“Nothing, dear” once again, you rolled your eyes.

“De verdad eres medio insoportable” he batted his ears, acting innocent. Deep down, both of you were actually friends.

“Te quiero” he responded, making you laugh once again.

“Si, yo también. Mi pendejito favorito”

“No, ese debe ser Enzo” this time, you blushed.

“Como chingas con meterlo en nuestras conversaciones. ¿Te gusta o qué?” He laughed, helping you out with your heavy bag full of brushes and capes and everything.

“No. ¿Y a vos? ¿Gustas de Enzo?” You remained quiet, pretending you hadn’t heard him.

You opened the door of the little room, surprised to see Enzo already there. So you grabbed the bag from Juani and started closing the door.

“Adios, naco perdedor” and just like that, you closed the door on his face.

You sighed, closing your eyes, before staring at the plain door for some seconds.

“Hola…” you heard his deep and sweet voice. It was just… that you had to be a big girl and leave aside your foolishness for that grown ass man. He was just a crush… a simple mortal at the end.

“Hi…” you replied awkwardly. You had seen the following section of his instagram, the most pretty girls, very different from you. Which made you feel… like it was auto-sabotage. But before you could start feeling depressed again. You decided to keep working, the only reason why you were in that room in the first place.

He would think you kinda disliked him. Every time you entered to work on his makeup, he would be smiling and trying to talk to you. And while you were polite and smiley too, you remained very quiet, always avoiding his cute eyes.

“¿Cómo estás?” He would ask, looking at you through the mirror in the room.

“Pues muy bien, gracias.” You would reply, turning to open the boxes with prosthetics and other special effects makeup. And he sighed, already feeling a little disappointed.

“¿Me permites tus manos?” You ask him. He shows you the palm of his hands with another smile, which you reply quickly. Your heart started pounding as soon as he walked into the room.

“Perdón si estoy fría.” You admit with a blush, knowing the tips of your fingers were freezing.

“No pasa nada, linda” he had to be joking. He couldn’t call you “linda” just like that? However, you do your best to ignore it.

So you start making little lines of the paint samples you had taken. Until you noticed which one was identical to his skin.

“Okay, I got it.” You speak to yourself, out loud though. Sometimes Enzo questioned if you weren’t fluid in Spanish, but he had heard you talk and talk with other people in Spanish. Your accent was so clean, so different to the rest of the crew.

“¿Te molesta si pongo música?” You ask him, grabbing your phone.

“No, para nada.”

“Nomás no me vayas a juzgar” you giggle without looking at him, scrolling through your playlist.

It was the first time you attempted to joke with him. And he wouldn’t risk the opportunity.

“Jamás podría…” you only thank him before starting to play some music.

He was used to your touch now. You had small and soft hands compared to him. Every time you had to pick the right tone that matched his skin, brush his hair and work inches away from his face. It was insufferable for you. And to him… it only built more intrigue.

He listens to how you barely mumble some songs.

“¿Quién es ella?” He asks at the song.

“Nelly Furtado” you reply, concentrating on his hands, starting to draw the fake wounds. Promiscuous was a great song to feel empowered while trying to beat the feelings for the man who was extremely close to you.

Some minutes passed and then Madonna came with Dress You Up and Enzo barely got it right. You sing very low and he tries to hear you with precision.

“¿Y esta?” You ask him when gorgeous started.

and God, that damn song was like a curse and blessing at that very moment.

You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much

(I hate you so much)

You've ruined my life, by not being mine

You're so gorgeous

I can’t say anything to your face

'Cause look at your face

And I'm so furious

At you for making me feel this way

That was you. That was how much you hated your feelings for him. Because he would never be yours.

And somehow, Enzo got the message. He wasn’t sure but he felt how you changed the way of singing and avoided his eyes.

“¿Y esa quién es?” He asked once again.

“Esa es Taylor Swift”

“No la conozco” you giggle, ignoring the song a little bit.

“¡Enzo, por Dios!. ¿En qué mundo vives?” You found it very hard to believe he didn’t know half of your musical taste.

“Pues en Uruguay…” for the first time, he makes you laugh and talks to you so fucking much that you have to stop spreading the fake dirt on his face.

You're gorgeous

You make me so happy, it turns back to sad

There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have

You are so gorgeous, it makes me so mad

You’re so gorgeous

“¿Por qué nunca sales con nosotros?” He asks suddenly, and it takes you aback. That you end up looking straight at his face.

“Tú tampoco sales, prefieres quedarte en el cerro” he laughs, feeling a little too comfortable under your touch on his cheeks and chin.

“He salido dos veces con ellos. ¿Y vos? Cero…”

“Estoy ocupada.” You simply reply.

“No es cierto. Por ahí me dijeron que te la pasas viendo películas y escribiendo fanfiction” you blush, but you keep working.

Actually, last Saturday was the first weekend you cried because of him. You couldn’t even stay at a local bar. You left your friends there to go home. New addition to your routine.

“Maybe… ¿pero a ti qué si no voy?” You ask giggling, hoping he would drop the issue. You pause the music and slip your phone inside your bag before returning to him. Scared of his possible answer.

“Pues… porque te quiero ver” your hands start shaking.

“¿A mí?”

“Si. A ti, linda” he senses how taken aback you are. And he realized, that he had adapted some of your slang words from all the time he spent with you.

“¿Por qué yo, Enzo?” He smiles, and you want to kill him. He made the gesture like you had been so oblivious for ages.

“Porque…” slowly, he grabbed your wrist, preventing you from keeping working on his face. He touches you with such gentleness that it makes you finally start shaking.

The way he looks at you. It must’ve been a dream, two pairs of eyes deeply connected. He was silently revealing he liked you. Once you get it, you shake your head, his eyes giving you some confirmation.

“No..” You brush away from him.

“Si… tal vez suene raro o no me creas… pero, vos me gustas. Por eso quiero verte y busco tus bonitos ojos cada vez que trabajas conmigo…” you sigh, dropping the brush and paint a little too violent.

“¿Y por qué yo entre tantas diosas que están a tus pies?” You are fighting against the tears already forming on your eyes. He remains quiet, and to you… that’s an answer.

He doesn’t like the way you are being too negative. But you don’t like having that conversation at all. You are shocked, and you don’t feel in love at that moment. You feel panic and stress.

“Fui al bar el sábado pasado y te vi con la chica rubia. Si te gusta alguien no dejas a la chica rubia hacer ni un movimiento. No te encuentras en redes a las chicas a las que les das reacciones” maybe you had no right to be so angered. But it had been two months, and everything had worsened. At that point, your eyes were already red and crystallized.

“Nada de eso significó algo”

“Si fue algo. Fue tu cuarteada en lo que buscabas la manera de acercarte a mí. Por si no te resultaba la cosa conmigo…” again, he remains quiet.

“This is bullshit. Mira Enzo, he estado aquí desde hace dos meses y nunca te acercaste. No te salió el amor por mí hoy” you spit with anger, grabbing your paint and makeup, hurrying to get out of there.

“Me has gustado desde la primera semana cuando te conocí. Pero tú no me quieres, y por eso te evado. Aparte del dilema de nuestra age gap, que podría ser un problema” you explain putting your coat on and grabbing the bag.

“Y eres una persona hermosa, Enzo. Sé que eres el amigo y novio perfecto. Pero mi intuición me dice que me vas a lastimar” he steps between you and the door. The proximity worsens everything, he wants to end it all for once with a kiss to make you feel the way he does.

It was already difficult for him. He had felt slightly depressed while filming, he felt weird, in company but alone at the same time. And he believed you were the right burst of sunshine to lighten his weird mood swings.

But you believed he was lying. He honestly felt hurt that you were mistaking him for some womaniser and asshole.

“No te vayas, por favor” he pleaded, shocked to see your teary eyes. So he started questioning what you said about being hurt.

“Ya acabamos, no te preocupes.” You manage to slip beside him, opening the door and leaving him alone.

The dramatic moment culminated in Enzo feeling more depressed and giving a sadder performance for the movie. For you, it gave you a reason to cry in the shower and stare at the balcony of your place for hours, contemplating the sky and feeling so damn weird.

…

You have flashbacks of seeing him laughing and letting the blonde girl at the bar whisper in his ear. His honest smile and how he admitted he liked you a day ago.

You wished for weeks, now months that he confessed his feelings for you. But the moment he does, it feels wrong. Like it wasn’t meant to happen. Because he’s older, he’s got more experience, he had a very extended long-term girlfriend once, he is too much unlike you.

Maybe it wasn’t meant to happen and this is how it was supposed to end.

With you bursting out in tears and anger. Him believing you were crazy, but you had a point.

He never made a move. Just trying to talk, but he never invited you to do anything with him, or just to stay with him during the free days. It seemed unreal that suddenly he liked you.

And maybe you’re just scared of falling in love, because he could unintentionally but potentially break your heart.

Nonetheless, on the second day you want to distract yourself, it’s Saturday again and you go out alone to jog, then to buy some new clothes and you are about to prepare your dinner when the pain in the ass of Juani asks you to go out for some tapas.

You agree because you really need to distract yourself from thinking about the whole cringy issue with Enzo.

Probably everyone in the production already knew. But you would shut your mouth just to let the rumours die.

You start your walk towards the restaurant when he sends you the location. It’s a few blocks away, and you frown when you see what type of restaurant it is.

“amiguito, pero creí que querías tapas. Este es un restaurante vegano” you send him a voice message. And he replies immediately.

“Ay pues para ser fitness un día nada más, chica. ¿Ya vas para allá?” You roll your eyes, not that you didn’t like vegan food but you wanted tapas.

“Si, morro meco. Ya estoy a un par de cuadras” you send back, putting on your EarPods and route.

You realise how much you like wearing sneakers, long dresses and coats with matching purses. Perfect for the weather and your silly thoughts of walking on the streets along some cool music playing in the background.

Until you arrive at the restaurant and you don’t spot Juani. But maybe he was on his way. So you order first, grilled tofu with vegetables and tangy sauce.

It’s a cute place, and by the time you find a table, it’s already dark. The restaurant has candles everywhere and quality music playing.

When you start closing your purse, you look up and you freeze. Because you see Enzo entering the place, with a tiny bouquet of flowers on his right hand and a water bottle on the other.

He was wearing jeans, a random buttoned shirt and dark sunglasses.

Oh, fuck him. Of course he knew he looked gorgeous.

Quickly you change from your seat, giving your back to him, hopefully becoming invisible.

Your fingers rush to find the contact of Juani and send him a violent voice message.

“Oye, ¿por qué carajo no has llegado? ¿Y por qué Enzo Vogrincic está viendo el menú ahora mismo?” You send and he starts writing.

“Es que él es vegano…” he writes in text, which boils your blood.

“¿Y eso a mí qué chingados me importa, Juani? Ven ya y sácame a escondidas o te juro que me voy a colgar del primer poste de luz que vea” you silently scream, lowering your voice.

“No puedo” that’s it, you’re going to die in a vegan restaurant while Enzo Vogrincic orders food.

You are about to stand up when he literally appears on your table.

Qué hijo de puta, y todavía te sonríe y todo.

“¿Y el Juani ya viene o no?” You ask, trying to sound confident.

“De hecho no va a venir” right, pinche Juani idiota, qué gran amigo y todo.

“That’s it. I’m leaving!” You mumble sighing, standing up from the table, when Enzo grabs your forearm and makes you sit again.

“No, vos te quedas. Mira, te traje estas” he hands you the flowers, yellow tulips.

“Yo nunca le he dicho a Juani… ni a Matías cuáles son mis flores favoritas” you frown confused, grabbing them.

They’re beautiful.

“Tuve que buscar por mi cuenta” he admits, and you frown deeper. Until you open your eyes in shock.

“¿Me zorreraste mi Instagram?” Enzo starts laughing, and you blush. He takes a seat and drops the receipt of his order on the table. You read it, chickpea pasta with arrabiata sauce and zucchini.

You read his order just to avoid looking at his eyes.

“Dejáme explicar todo…” slowly, you look at him. You are still on time to ask for the food to be to go, you can leave and just let this strange issue wash away.

But a waitress appears with your tofu and the pasta. You awkwardly smile and say thank you as well as Enzo.

“Pues ya que…” he smiles, thinking your eyeliner was so perfect. Your dress was cute and the coat made you look elegant and fine.

“Vos sabes quién te engañó. Le pedí que te hiciera venir a un lugar para encontrarme” your roll your eyes. Unbelievable how childish was the whole situation.

“Yo quería tapas”

“Dale, ahorita te llevo por tapas” Enzo says with a giggle. You simply mock him with a gesture and proceed to eat.

“Lamento no haberte dado señales desde el inicio. Creí que con hacerle plática cuando me maquillabas era suficiente.” He confesses.

“Con todos sos un amor. Y conmigo… siempre seria y pues… llegué a pesar que no te agradaba” you shrug, eyebrows rising and avoiding his eyes once again.

“Todo lo contrario…” you admit.

“Ya veo. Entonces hace unas semanas, los chicos empezaron a sacar el tema. Que debía invitarte a salir o hacerte venir con nosotros a comer para ahí verte”

“Y ayer me atreví. Pero temo que tu reacción no fue la que buscaba” he says with many pauses, not wanting to disturb you.

“Tú declaración tampoco fue lo que esperaba.” He nods, calming you.

“Ya lo sé, hubiera sido mejor esperar a estar en un lugar… como este”

“Quizá” you reason with him.

“Incluso desde antes de admitir que vos me gustas, no me he visto con nadie. Así que solo sos tú… nadie más” you nod, looking back at the tulips.

“Están preciosas, gracias” you say lifting the boquete. Enzo smiles. So you know it’s time, you sigh.

“Yo también lo siento por juzgarte sin saber. No tenía derecho de ponerme celosa, ni nada. Es solo que me da miedo dejar que esto, fluya…” you say, not wanting to repeat once again that your intuition said he would break your heart.

“No te voy a lastimar, nunca. Dejáme quererte, linda. Por favor….” he pleads, accepting he was nervous and desperate. He really longed for someone in the upside down moments of his days.

“Yo solo quiero sentir lealtad, confianza, pasión y seguridad. ¿Me puedes dar eso?”

“Te voy a dar todo, pero más lo que vos quieras. Y si lealtad, confianza, pasión y seguridad es lo que querés…. Así será, linda” you smile, finding his hand on top of the table, intertwining your fingers with him.

“Entonces todo bien, lindo” he smiles more, ending in a sweet laugh.

He helps you pick the rest of the food, both of you also order ice cream cones. Him with chocolate and you with pistachios. And soon both of you are walking together in the streets. Spring is near and it’s your favourite season. You feel happy feeling his warm touch outside of the job. And now being inches away from him feels like a new home.

“¿Si vamos a ir por las tapas?” He starts laughing again, and when he leans, you can feel what’s coming.

“Te voy a besar…” he warns before grabbing your cheeks and smashing his lips with yours.

“Te quiero” he spills, and you only smile on his lips, deepening the kiss. Feeling the silly butterflies in your stomach and intense tears of happiness. You almost drop your cone due to that.

“Yo también te quiero” you reply, swiftly bumping your forehead with him. He then takes your hand and suddenly you don’t feel wrong about it.

Now it feels perfect. Like destiny changed and finally it was meant to be.

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update junio 2024: JAJSJDJJDDJ QUÉ MAMADAS ESCRIBÍA EN ENERO. LOL, QUÉ MAL, ENZO AÚN TE QUIERO MUCHÍSIMOOOO🩷

[the-californicationist]

Hello Cali ❤️. Por alguna razón no te había visto más en mi muro de tumblr y me preguntaba si no estabas aquí, por eso busqué tu perfil y me di cuenta que tumblr me estaba jugando una mala pasada.

How are you??? I'm so busy because I have a loooot of work, pero me tomaré el tiempo de leer todo lo que me perdí de ti ✨✨✨

YOU ARE THE BEST, OK? I LOVE YOU ❤️💍

Quisiera que escribieras un smut de John Price CEO/Mafia con un Reader inteligente y astuto, que queda cautivado cuando John comienza a seducirla, porfis ✨

Anything for you, my friend!! I love you so much <3 <3

Wonderland

John Price is a famous mob boss... but you don't know that. All you know is that you've got a crush on a mysterious, handsome man, and you're willing to go all the way to find out if his bite is as bad as his bark.

The parking garage was dark, and the concrete seemed to hold in the cold like a freezer. It felt like ice on his cheekbone, and not even the blood from his eye socket was enough to warm the skin. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, that odd whooshing sound, and in a distant memory he could recall the first time he had ever gotten a black eye. But, all that was gone now. He had ratted out the one man that no one had dared fuck with in the past five years: John Fucking Price.

Those fucking coppers had said they’d protect him. He even had his people outside his house every hour of every day. How could this happen? He had to admit, he wasn’t even scared, he was just pissed off. Fucking bastards. They’d get what was coming to them. Maybe he’d tell them so. Not like they'd give him any more chances.

“Fuck you, Price. I hope those pigs skin you alive,” he spit out the blood that had began to pool in his mouth, and hoped it hit those stupid boots John was always wearing.

John Price slid his shoe away from the red stain that had began to swell on the ground, keeping his kangaroo leather Berlutis from ruin. The fool beneath his feet had no idea what was about to happen to him, and John almost felt sorry about it, if only for a moment. He and Vinson had been friends once. Hell, he’d even stood up at his wedding. 

“Vince, what did I tell you about that bloody mouth of yours? Said it'd get you into trouble, didn't I? Wish there was something I could do for you now, cause you and me, we used to be mates. But, I can't afford friends like you. Not anymore," Price gave the rat a quick shove with his heel and watched as the stain smeared in a thin streak across the cement. He turned to his men,

"Well, lads, I've got a party to get to. You wouldn't mind cleaning things up here for me, would’ya?"

"No, boss," was their quiet reply.

"You'll be sorry, you goddamn pussy!" Vinson was screaming now, "I hope they hang you from the fuckin’-”

Bang! The loud gunshot echoed through the hollow space.

Vinson didn't say anything after that.

"Let's get outta here, Gaz."

"Right away, boss," Gaz opened the door to the limo and prepared to drive John back into the city. There was a big gala at the Genting Casino tonight, and Mr. John T. Price was never late.

He was never early either. In fact, he was perfection incarnate. When he was younger, that wasn't always the case, but after his father died, he had needed to change. No one was fit to rule Liverpool in his stead, and he was thankful that no one had been foolish enough to try. His father had made this town what it is. Liverpool was built by his family, and even though everyone thought the Price regime had grown tired of their reign on the old docks, they couldn't have been farther from the truth.

John had his cut from all of the major casinos, and he traded security in exchange. He owned two of them himself, along with four shopping malls, five bars, three neighborhoods, two apartment complexes, and a golf course - not to mention the property that wasn't in his name. He made sure to give his men plenty of reign over their own enterprises, even if most of them were strip clubs. But, he didn't care. As long as tribute came in every quarter, he never messed around in their business.

He thought Vinson was one he could trust. He'd even given him a car dealership just last month. 

"Don't run it into the ground, Vince," he had said.

But, no. What had the little bastard gone and done? Put a tracker on his car and dropped bugs in his office. After everything he'd done for him, that's how he was repaid? To tell the truth, John never liked violence. It was awkward. But, his father had given him fists and showed him how to use them, so there was really no going against it. Violence and fear were vital pieces of the only language that men like Vince could understand. Now, with another family coming to Liverpool, John had to be on his best behavior. Even if 'best' was a little more loosely defined.

As he lit the tip of his last cigar, he reminded Gaz to grab him another few sticks on the way home. Gaz would've never turned coat on him like Vince did. He'd give him the car lot.

"You want the dealership on Sefton street, Kyle?" He offered.

"Sure, boss. Thanks a lot," Gaz smiled, knowing exactly which business he was talking about, "You want me to pull around back?"

They had arrived at the main entrance. Throngs of people were craning around the limo, trying to see who was inside. John thought about it for a second, smushed his cigar tip into the ashtray, and adjusted his tie.

"Nah," he said, "We'll give them the show tonight."

"Sure thing, boss."

Gaz parked the car and leapt out of the cab. His hand was on the door before John could take another breath, and on either side of the door, some of Price’s own foot soldiers took up their posts as bodyguards. When he emerged from the muffled quiet of the limo, it shocked John for a moment to be in such a whirl of chaos.

"Mr. Price, can I get a photo?"

"Over here, please, Mr. Price," a cute reporter was frantic enough to step in front of his men. They picked her up and put her back in the crowd.

John made sure to smile and wave, shake hands with those he had seen before, but he knew it was safer inside. 

The manager greeted him warmly and, he noted, by first name,

"John! Good to see you again, mate. We've got just the table for you, tonight. Wait til you see the legs on these girls! It'll be a night to remember."

"I'm sure it will."

"Ah, sorry, but we don't allow weapons past the main floor," the manager's face fell. So did Kyle’s. 

Gaz cleared his throat,

"I'm sure you can make an exception for Mr. Price. We'll be very discreet."

It was more of a threat than a promise, and John smiled at his friend's heavy tone. Kyle was anything if not polite.

"Uh, yes, we can certainly make arrangements. Right this way, gentlemen," and now the manager was nothing if not nervous. Perfect.

The night continued as well as it could, but he had never really enjoyed gambling. Why make all this money if he was just going to throw it into the wind? But, he could mingle with the right people here. Except that these weren't his people. He had come as a favor to his long time friend, Alex Keller, but Alex was nowhere to be found. 

"Passed out on his missus’ tits, probably!" One of the strangers guffawed at the other end of the Blackjack table. 

"He’ll show, don't you worry," another replied.

Well, John didn't have all night to wait on a man to get to his own party. He needed a drink. When he rose to head to the bar, Gaz stopped him,

"I'll get it, boss. No need to bother yourself with it."

The table was silent. The strangers who had been so brassy before were now silent and transfixed on the pair of men at their table, one of whom was important enough to have his slightest whim catered to at a moment's notice.

"It's alright, Garrick. Play my hand, yeah? I'm headed out for a smoke."

"Yes, sir."

John retreated. The awkward stares and weird glances were too much for him to bear. Surely there was a patio around here, somewhere.

By the time he found one, he was disappointed to see it was occupied.

"Oh, beg your pardon. Thought I was alone out here," he said.

To his shock, it was a woman's voice that responded from the shadows. Your voice. 

"You're fine. You got a light? Fuckin’ matches are all wet..." You fumbled with the book, striking to no avail.

He smirked,

"I have the fire if you've got an extra smoke."

"Fair trade," you smiled back jokingly. 

You were dressed in a clean chef's coat, your hair was pulled up, and you might have been going without makeup, but it was almost too dark to tell. It certainly wasn't casino makeup, that was for sure. John watched as you tugged two cigarettes free from the box, put them to your soft lips, and covered his flame with your hand. Your fingernail paint was pink and chipped. You pulled in the fire of both cigarettes and offered one to him. He took it,

"Thanks."

You grunted in a minimal response.

"So, you're a chef?" He asked.

You raised an eyebrow at him, giving him the glare he deserved for such an obvious question.

He back pedaled, 

"I mean, you work here as a chef. I just thought, with the coat...I mean, where's your big bloody hat? You need the hat."

You laughed. It was wonderful to hear, and he liked the way your mouth moved when you started to speak,

"Yeah, I work here. Have for the past three years or so. Bill signed me on as head chef, and I've been slaving away for him ever since."

"Bill?"

"Oh, he's the culinary manager. Runs all the restaurants in the casino and the hotel. When the last guy disappeared into thin air, they had to scramble to find someone, I guess. What about you? Where's your fancy hat? Based on that Hermes tie, I'm gonna assume you're here with the party."

He mindlessly adjusted his tie, noticing its feel on his neck as she called it out,

"Well, I might be."

"Yeah? You some kind of big-shot?" You eyed him again, challenging him to answer with something more than a yes or a no. You had heard yes and no plenty of times.

"I might be," he wouldn't give in.

"If we keep going like this all night, you might end up being the Queen, for all I know."

You both laughed, but then, you sighed, 

"Oh well, Mr. Mystery. Keep your secrets then," you shrugged and turned away from him.

He couldn't have that.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Sarah," you spun back around, "Rachel. Tiffany. Willamina. Might be anything."

You had the audacity to wink at him.

"Alright, you got me, love," he moved a little closer to you, "I'm John. John Price."

He extended his hand and waited for the bad news to sink in. No one who knew his name in this town would be dumb enough to be on a patio alone with him at night. He had dodged the media for a long time, but his trials always managed to get leaked. Twelve accounts of assault and battery, two separate accounts of theft, three murder charges - all acquitted of course. But, still, he was no stranger to ducking the law.

"John? Of all the names," you shook your head and smiled, taking his hand firmly, "Pleasure to meet you."

"You as well. You've never heard of me?"

"Oh, Jesus," you lamented, "Are you famous or something? Look, if I'm not in the kitchen, I'm at home asleep. Sorry. I don't even watch TV."

"No, nothing like that, I just - " He thought about it for a moment before you saw him decide to take a different trajectory, “Not famous.”

“Why is it that I feel a little bit like Alice tonight?” You took a long drag and let the smoke fall from your lips, “Like I’m following a white rabbit down a deep, dark hole.”

He chuckled, and you enjoyed seeing his eyes shine with his laughter,

“If you follow me down,” he sidled up to you, his face close enough to yours so you could smell the balsam in his aftershave, “I’ll show you just how deep the rabbit hole goes.”

A man’s voice cleared his throat behind you, and you both turned to look at who it was. 

“Garrick?” John asked, clearly annoyed. 

“Yes, sir. Johnny and Simon made it up. They said they know why Keller hasn’t shown.”

John didn’t answer. He simply turned back to look into your eyes, trying to divine some sort of future from them. He must’ve liked what he saw because the next thing you knew, you were being given a golden key card. Top floor. 

Not famous, my arse, you thought to yourself. 

“Why don’t you take the night off, love. Come see Wonderland, yeah? I’ll be right behind you.”

“My, my,” you said, palming the card from him, “No one ever tells you no.”

Another smile, a little colder than the first,

“No, they don’t.”

“Maybe I will,” you pulled the tiger’s tail.

“You won’t,” the tiger growled back.

As you watched him leave the small patio, his broad back stretching that expensive suit, his thick fingers flicking his half-smoked cigarette off the balcony’s edge, you were kicking yourself. You knew you were going up to his room, even though something inside of you really wanted to yank this guy’s chain. But, his dark, purring voice had made Wonderland sound so inviting… maybe just one little peek wouldn’t hurt?

You waited a whole five minutes before slinking off to the service elevator, cutting out for the night. No one was making dinner anyway; it was the bar that was slammed. You’d already cleaned and prepped your station, so no one would miss you. 

You ducked into the bathroom just before the top floor, getting off on the service side in an empty hallway, checking your face for stray flour or coffee stained teeth. You smelled like a pizza oven, but maybe you could sneak a shower before he showed up?.

What a slut, you heard the angel on your shoulder chastise you. 

So, what? The devil’s side replied, indignant. 

You peeled the chef’s coat off of your body. All you had underneath was a black tee. It was cropped a bit too high for work, but you wore it anyway. Your black work pants were covered in flour and dried food. You brushed them off as best you could. It would have to do. You shoved your coat into your bag and headed back to the hallway. 

Luckily, the main elevator was vacant, as was the hallway, so you wouldn’t run into any other guests on your way to Wonderland. 

The angel rolled his eyes. The devil glared at him. 

The elevator dinged, and you inserted the gold card, clicking the very topmost button to the penthouse. 

You’d been up here before. Sometimes, you picked up cleaning shifts on your off days for the extra cash, so you knew the layout. But, that had been in the cold, hygienic light of day. At night, this floor was a sparkling vision. When the elevator doors opened, huge clear windows reached all the way into the ceiling, framing Liverpool’s city center, looking more beautiful than it ever seemed from the ground. 

You took quiet, uncertain steps out of the lift, checking for any signs of life. There were none, so you made your way to the bathroom. Huge black marble monolith slabs were carved in a semicircle, a nautilus that curled around the four separate shower heads, all ready to pour their steaming water down your naked body. 

You stripped, stepping into the stream, letting yourself pretend that you lived in this sort of luxury for a moment. A soft lather of soap and a little shampoo later and you were clean. The single-use toothbrush and paste was in the hidden drawer that no guest would ever notice, so you stole an extra set, scrubbing yourself to a minty shine. 

A pair of black satin robes hung in the closet, so you stole one, tying it around your waist, fully aware that one stiff breeze and the loose-fitting garment would fly right off of you. The soft fabric lay against your skin in the most sensual way, barely touching you and yet making you feel touched. 

You explored the hotel room a bit, avoiding Mr. Price’s suitcase like it would bite you. The kitchen came stocked with ice buckets of champagne, so you helped yourself to one, pouring a glass and lounging by the window, wondering how long you’d have to wait for your date. 

Fortunately for you, only an hour had passed and you heard the elevator ding. Out from the dark lift came the man himself… bleeding from his lip.

“John! What happened?” You put down your wine and rushed over to him. 

He held you back, waving you off like it was nothing,

“Don’t worry, love. Just a bit of a scuffle, tha’s all.”

“But —”

“Seriously,” he grabbed you by your arms and looked you up and down, enjoying the wide opening of the robe as it revealed your body to him, “You should see the other bloke. Let me get cleaned up. Pour me one of those, would’ya?”

Before you could protest, he ducked into the bathroom, out of your reach. You were left standing there, worried and a little concerned for your own wellbeing. You didn’t actually know this man at all, and here you were, lamb to the slaughter, eager and bleating happily. 

While he was in the bath, you decided to do a little research. You searched up his name, and you were finding almost no hits, until you stumbled upon a mugshot.

There he was… the notorious mob boss, ruler of the English underground arms dealing circuit, enforcer and racketeering extraordinaire. And here you were, nearly naked in his room with not so much as a penknife within reach. This guy had been in the armed forces, special forces, black ops — the works. He retired and fell into the armed security world, making a name for himself by pushing out the competition by any means necessary. His father had maintained ties to the dark underground, and now John had taken over the family business, doing shady deals for the government and crime organizations alike. All of it was hearsay, of course, and none of the charges had ever landed a single hit… but you knew the truth. 

John Price was the most dangerous man in the world; Liverpool’s crime arena was just a quiet little hobby for a man like him. If he wanted to, he could make you disappear like a magician behind a mirror. Gone without a trace.

What would you do? Would you run? Where would you go? How would you explain your sudden exit? Food poisoning?

Before you could even begin to formulate a plan, John was out of the shower. He looked incredible. His hulking, heavy form was steaming from the hot water, and his hairy chest was uncovered. He’d slipped into a pair of running shorts and nothing else, so his brutal body was on display for you. He was covered in scars, and he was heavyset, but his largeness was from his strength. His core was bulky and strong, and when he moved, you could see the tight muscles rolling around beneath the skin like a snake ready to strike. 

He turned to you, but even though he wore a smile at first, the moment he made eye contact, his face fell. Somehow, he knew that you knew.

He sighed,

“What did you see?”

He rushed over to his suitcase but found it still locked, looking back to you quizzically. You didn’t move, you didn’t dare. John stepped over to you slowly, deliberately, almost as if he was ready for another fight. 

You turned your phone towards him and showed him his own mugshot.

“Thought you said you weren’t famous,” you whispered. Your voice sounded so small and far away, you almost felt like you hadn’t spoken the words. 

He smiled bitterly, tossing his towel on a nearby chair and sat beside you on the bed,

“Cat’s out of the bag, then?”

“Yeah,” you looked down at your phone, unable to look him in the eye. 

“Go on,” he waved his hand at you, motioning toward the door, “Get out.”

You didn’t move. You should have. Every fiber in your being was telling you to make a break for it. Now was your chance. And yet… you stayed. It was silent for a long while. You could feel his gaze raking over you, hot and heavy. His breaths rumbled in his chest. 

“Go!” He spat, “No one’s keeping you prisoner here, girl. That’s me, alright, and the newspapers don’t even know the bloody half of it. Just go.” 

You reacted to his volume, shirking back a bit, but you still didn’t stand. You looked at him then, searching for the kindness you thought you saw on the patio just hours before, checking to see if it was still there, if it was even real.

When you met his eyes, his fury was masking a very real pain. He was angry, sure, but the ache of being cast out was apparent, even though you were the one doing the leaving, and you just wanted that bit of brightness back again. 

John studied you, watching your every movement, trying to determine what you were thinking but coming up short. He stood right in front of you, his hips inches from your face, and he asked,

“What are you waitin’ on, love?”

A strong thumb lifted your chin, raising your jaw up to look at him again, and he used his enormous hand to grab your face, keeping you there under his will. 

“I know you’re afraid of me,” he commented softly, “I can feel it.”

“So?” You replied, trying to keep your tone steady. 

His voice was bitter and mocking, and as he leaned forward, you could smell his clean, warm skin, 

“You wanna play with the big bad wolf, hm? See if I bite?” 

He grabbed you a little too tightly, trying to scare you. It worked, but you tried not to show it. Instead, you decided to place both of your hands at his hips, your palms flat against his warm belly, feeling the dark hair that formed a faithful trail, guiding your eyes down to his waistband. 

It was his turn to be surprised. You felt his breathing catch as you moved your hands up along his ribcage, rubbing gentle circles into his skin, petting him like a skittish hound, expecting him to snap. 

Letting go of your face, he grabbed your wrist, and just as you thought he was going to stop you, he took your hand and placed it on his chest, stretching your arm all the way up from where you were sat, making you extend your spine as you reached up to him. Your fingers traced the fur that lay flat against his pectorals, and finally, you plucked at his nipples, not allowing there to be any question as to your intentions. 

The tip of his wide finger dipped into the silken collar of your robe, swirling around your neck and following it down to the swell of your breast. He didn’t find your peak, but he didn’t seem to care to. He was just exploring. 

Suddenly, John moved faster than you could even begin to understand what was happening. He had reached under you, lifting you, and then tossed you back down on the bed. You lay, sprawled, trying to catch your bearings, and then you were covered by his huge form, his wide body casting shadows over your vision, cloaking you in his own private darkness.

His mouth was on you like a hot flame, licking and burning and biting and sucking wherever he wanted to, eager to taste every inch of your skin, the imperfections of a wrinkle or a freckle seemed to go fully unnoticed as he devoured you, sucking you down like his last meal. 

You were overwhelmed by the pleasure he was stoking inside of you, and you let a small mewling sound escape from your lips that caught his attention. 

“Mm,” he climbed up your body so that you were face to face, “Enjoying your walk on the dark side, love? Think you’re tainted by me now? Or maybe that’s what you wanted, is it? Something naughty, just for a night?”

You didn’t understand his negativity, nor the self-deprecation, so you tried to protest, 

“No, I —”

“It’s alright. I’ll show you how to be a bad girl. I’ll teach you, love. C’mere.”

His voice was smoldering and sticky, clinging to your ears with some of that same bitterness from before. But, you didn’t have time to worry about that. He was standing by the bedside again, and he grabbed your arms, making your head and shoulders hang part way off of the mattress. You were left staring at his thick thighs and scarred knees, worried about what he was up to.

Then, all became clear. He had dropped his running shorts, and the fattest cock you’d ever seen hung down, shining with drool, ready to be fed into your mouth. 

Your eyes went wide, and although you reached your hand out to try and brace against his legs, it was no use. He supported your head from underneath and bent himself over until the tip of his swollen cockhead touched your lips, the gleaming precome sticking to you like gloss. 

Unwilling to be frightened by his aggression, you opened your mouth for him, laving your tongue across his turgid flesh, allowing him to press himself inside of you. 

His cock was slick on the head but dry on his shaft, so you did your best to wet him, licking and sucking as he pumped himself in and out, already nearing the back of your throat and not even halfway sheathed. 

When he nudged your soft palate, making you gag a bit, you made a noise. You tried steadying him with your hand, and he grunted, grabbing both of your arms by the wrist, holding them above your face, clutched to his hip. Then, he continued to fuck your face, ignoring your writhing gasps for breath. 

Your throat tightened around him, but you tried to stay calm. You’d never taken anyone this deep before, but you stilled yourself, ignoring the urge to panic, and you made a point to swallow, feeling your throat squeeze around his head. You could taste him as he painted the back of your throat, salty and sweet at the same time. 

That made him moan, and you felt like you’d won some sort of battle. If he was trying to frighten you, it was going to take more than just a little rough sex. 

“Mm, fuck… Maybe you are a naughty little girl, aye?”

You hummed, making sure you could feel the vibrations travel through his girth. 

He removed himself fully, taking a trail of your own drool with him, gasping from the pleasure of your mouth. 

“Fuck, I need to taste you,” he muttered darkly, crawling over you and settling himself between your legs. 

You tried to lift yourself back onto the bed, but he kept you hanging there, pinning you down with his strong arm, pressing into your belly with his hand to prevent you from sitting up. Finally, after feeling him kiss and nip at your thighs, teasing you mercilessly, you felt the warm, wet slip of his tongue as it fell between your lips, tasting your throbbing pussy for the first time. 

The robe was half-off, and only the tie around your waist was even providing any coverage, and you realized that as he began to eat you, he was yanking off your clothes as well, ripping through the knot of the robe to free you from the fabric. 

Now, his mouth moved deeper, and you felt him seal his lips to your pussy, messily drinking you in. As he fucked you with his tongue, his mouth and jaw were strong enough to rock your body up and down on the soft bed, making it seem as if he were actually using his smooth wet muscle as a writhing cock, thrusting it up into you and reaching deep into your hole.

The scruff of his beard was enough to make you want to come, much less the power that he ate you with. Every deep, curling lick sent sparks into your core, making your pussy drip with eager stickiness. It was hungry for that fat, uncut cock, forcing you to imagine how delightful it would be when he popped his giant head into your pink flesh. 

You were keening for him. Well, it wasn’t exactly for him, per se. The noises you were making were coming from your throat against your will. If you didn’t scream, you’d pass the hell out, you were sure of it. 

“Fuck, that’s it, love. Get loud for me. Ungh… you taste… mmfh… so damn sweet,” he was ruthless, speaking between long suckles from his mouth, commanding you from below. 

You wished you could see him, but all you could see from your hanging position was the giant window, looking out across the sparkling city. So, you called out to him, your voice thick with want, with need,

“John…”

That was all it took. He tugged your hips down until he was above you again, prowling over you like some sort of beast, all snarling unbridled lust and appetite. As soon as he was in position — and your body knew he was in position — everything stopped. He stopped. 

John looked down at you and became… different. The flirty bloke from the patio was back, and he smiled at you. You smiled back, out of breath and already drunk with hunger, but that was all he needed. He kissed you deeply, making you taste your own musk, and as his soft lips slid over yours, you felt the pressure of his huge cock at your hole, pressing through your folds to reach your hot, soaked center. 

You gasped through his kiss, both of you moaning in the same timbre as you felt his heavy dick fit into you for the first time, a sparkling desire swirling within you as every delicious inch of him buried itself in you. He began to thrust himself up into your aching slit, fucking you on half of his length, and then using your own sticky fluid to slip himself the rest of the way in. 

“Bloody hell, this fuckin’ pussy… fuck me,” he groaned, wrenching his eyes shut from the pleasure. 

“Holy shit,” you breathed.

“Yeah?” He asked, seeking your praise. 

“You’re fucking huge,” you didn’t mean to sound so concerned, but there was a part of you that was. 

He sat back on his heels, taking some of the pressure away, staring down at your body lecherously, savoring your tits and fondling them in his hands,

“Alright, love?”

“You feel so good,” you insisted, wrapping your hands around his arms as he enjoyed your body. 

“Tell me again,” he said, grunting again as he fucked his cock deeper inside of you, reaching a new end before dragging himself all the way back out just so he could start the journey again. He upped his tempo, pounding into you with his weight, the loud smack of his body against yours beating into you like a drum. 

“Tell. Me. Again,” he growled his warning, snarling down at you, pinching your nipple to punish you for your silence. 

You were gasping for breath. He was so deep now, you could feel the pressure of it in your belly. Between sharp intakes of air, you hissed, 

“You… feel.. so… fucking… good…”

“That’s my girl,” he bent over you again and that familiar pressure returned. His cock was too big, and yet you took it anyway. Your body was panic and pleasure all at the same time, and he had you pinned down for the ride of your life. 

You weren’t sure how many hours passed that night. He seemed to have the stamina of a much younger man, and every time you dozed off, you’d wake up again to fingers or tongue or cock playing inside of your folds, coaxing you to open yourself up to him. You were happy to oblige, but you were properly fuck drunk. If someone asked you for the alphabet, you weren’t positive you trusted your answer. But, when John Price asked you to open your mouth or your legs for him, you were the top scholar. 

A golden, creamy dawn was rising up over the docks as you stared out the window. John’s hand was rubbing your bare back in long, relaxing strokes, and he was leaving soft, lazy kisses down your spine. You knew you were a mess. Your hair was tangled; you’d thrown it up into a messy bun on the second runthrough, done with trying to pretend to be a pristine hot girl. Your body was covered in his marks. Bruises from his teeth and red welts from a delightful slap on the ass or two were painted across you like little tattoos to commemorate your coupling. 

“You alright, love?” He checked in on you. 

He’d been checking in all night. For all his ruthlessness, he never crossed a line, and he never forgot to make sure you were safe. Sometime in the wee hours, he’d even made you drink a bottle of water and eat some fruit to hydrate, teasing you with grapes like some sort of earthly Baccus. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, “Looks like it’s time for me to get out of your hair. Not sure I should be seen by the public in my current state.”

“You have work, or…” John looked confused. 

You thought about lying to him for a moment. It would hurt so much less for you to just break it off now in the soft dawn glow rather than a painful goodbye over cold breakfast. But, you didn’t.

“No, just… don’t wanna fool myself into thinking this was something that it wasn’t.”

Your truth hung there in the air for a moment, but before he could open his mouth to reply, you heard the elevator ding.

You turned to look at it, but he didn’t. Instead, he pulled you off the bed and forced you to the floor. It was so fast that you didn’t even realize what he’d done until your nose was in the carpet. Then, you heard a sharp, snapping pop of something hitting the bed.

You watched in horror as John’s hand reached under the mattress and pulled out a small pistol. He held it like a professional, calm and trained, and shot twice. Then, it was quiet again. 

He helped you to your feet, and he was telling you something, but your brain wasn’t registering his words. What had happened? Why were there bullet holes in the mattress? Who had he shot?

Then, you saw it. A man’s body was laying across the door of the elevator. Wanting to descend, the elevator’s alarm wailed, beeping and beeping. 

John grabbed your jaw and made you listen to him,

“We have to go. Now. Get your clothes on. Now. Now.”

“Okay…” You couldn’t move. It was so hard to even lift your arms. They felt like solid lead. You just wanted to sink back to the floor. Maybe if you could just…

“Hey! Now!”

He shoved your clothes into your hands and you started to put them on, doing your best not to look at the elevator. John was packing a black bag, half-dressed himself, and checking the windows over and over, looking for something in the streets below. 

“There’s no time, c’mon, love.”

You felt his hand cover yours as he led you to the elevator. You watched him ruthlessly kick the body away from the doors and push you inside. Once you were in, the doors closed and you rode in silence with him. You could only hear your heart in your ears. 

“...to my car. Stay close to me.”

“Okay…” It was all you could say. No other words even dared to come to mind.

“Hey,” he held your face in his as the floor numbers dropped to the teens, “You’re alright. I’ll keep you safe.”

“Okay.”

The doors opened, and you found it extremely weird that the lobby was empty. There were no workers, no guests, not even a custodian. It was just a big, silent cavern in what was usually a lively casino. 

He was leading you out to the parking garage, and just as you stepped into the concrete enclave, you heard the screech of tires round the corner. John stood in front of you and gripped the gun in his hand, but he didn’t move away. 

The car stopped in front of you, and you braced yourself, hiding behind your lover as much as you could. 

“Get in, boss! They’re right bloody behind us. Soap, shove over,” a man’s voice came from the car. He was in the driver’s seat, and he was wearing a ballcap with the Union Jack emblazoned on the top. In his passenger seat was a man in a black balaclava, and in the back was a bright-eyed man with a mohawk who you guessed had to be Soap.

“C’mon, love,” John shoved you inside just as a black SUV rounded the same corner, the engine roaring when it saw Price’s car. 

Gunshots rang out, and you knew some of them had hit the car. You worried for John, but he stood straight up, aiming carefully for the driver, and fired his gun. As if you were in some sort of action movie, the SUV careened off-course and slammed into several parked cars. Men began to pour from it, armed to the teeth. 

John jumped in beside you and made you kneel in the floorboards, holding his body over yours protectively. 

“How’d they find out? Gaz!” John yelled at the driver, shouting his name when he saw another SUV approaching from the side. 

Gaz swerved, narrowly missing being rammed, and sped off down the highway, trying to run from his pursuers. 

“No idea, mate, but they think it was us who tore up the warf. Banno’s man must’ve turned snitch. Only explanation.”

“Fuckin’ hell,” the masked man sighed, rolling down his window to fire shots at the SUV chasing you down. 

“Who’s the bonnie hen, boss?” Soap peered down at you before turning his attention back on the car chase. 

“Uh… she’s…” John tried to explain, but you realized that you never even told him your real name, “I dunno.”

“You dinnae ken?” Soap’s brows knitted together.

“Soap! Shut up and shoot, mate,” Gaz turned his attention back on the fight.

“Well,” the masked man grumbled loudly, “She’s stuck with us all the way to Hadrian’s Wall. Heading to Katie’s house. No place else is safe.”

“Aye, good call,” John agreed. 

Finally, after leaving the city, your pursuers turned back around and left you to your escape. John helped you back into the seat and checked you for injuries. 

“John… I’m…” Your voice shook with fear, and you felt all of that stress tumbling down into your chest, turning into shock and tears. 

“Shh, it’s alright, love. I’ve gotcha. I’m… I’m sorry. Should’ve known better.”

“Better?” You whispered as he held you to his chest.

“Aye. Thought I could be a normal man for a night. Hit on the hot bird at the bar, go to a fuckin’ party. But, nothing’s normal right now. I’ve put you in this mess, and I’m sorry.”

You didn’t have a reply, not one that made any sense, and as he held you, you watched the English countryside come into view. Rolling green hills still wet with their dew made everything that had just happened to you seem so far away, but you could smell the gunpowder on his hands as he pet your cheek, and you knew that nothing could be further from the truth.

[chlerc]

first-time dad ; pablo gavi

— summary; he’s only ever on Instagram to post about his family and occasionally his footballing career but witnessing the first-time dad grow over time is way more sentimental and meaningful.

pairing — pablo gavi x childhood-best-friend!f. reader

social media au

content — you barely see gavi as a man of many words but when it comes to his sons and the love of his life, he gets sentimental and sappy real fast

NAVIGATION + author’s note: my head’s been into chinese drama too much i forgot about this draft rotting.

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ynusername baby gavira, august 2023 🤍

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pablogavi eres la mejor mamá que podría pedir (you’re the best mom he could ever ask for)

ynusername @pablogavi te amo mucho (i love you so much)

pedri eres la mejor mamá que podría pedir 👏(congratulations both of you)

ynusername @pedri gracias, te amo 🤍 (thank you, love you)

fcbarcelona new culer 🥹

ynusername @fcbarcelona siiiii

alejandrobalde felicidades mi hermano y la señora 👏👏 (congrats my bro and the missus)

ynusername @alejandrobalde gracias tío alejandro 🤍 (thanks uncle alejandro)

forblaugrana Project Gavi 🔜🔜

blaugrana.daily our gavi is all grown up

gavi.fanpage EXCITED!!!

joaofelix79 no puedo esperar para conocer al bebé gavi (can’t wait to meet baby gavi)

ynusername @joaofelix79 estoy seguro de que él también está ansioso por conocerte, tío Félix! (i’m sure he can’t wait to meet you too uncle félix!)

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ynusername el 5 de agosto de 2023 comenzó nuestro proyecto @pablogavi Jr! bienvenido mi amor 🤍 (on 5 august 2023, our project gavi junior has begun! welcome my love)

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pablogavi lo mejor que podría pedir en mi cumpleaños, gracias, la mejor esposa que podría pedir. (the best thing i could ever ask for on my birthday, thanks you, the best wife i could ever ask for.)

ynusername @pablogavi los amo mucho a los dos 😘 (i love you two so much)

pedri mismo cumpleaños que su papá 🥹 (same birthday as his dad)

pablogavi @pedri siii, el mejor regalo de todos los tiempos 😆 (yes, the best present ever)

blaugrana.page the ACTUAL project gavi with the same birthday

gavi.jpg i love this little family so much, can’t wait to watch him grow up!

fcbarcelona Welcome culer!!! 👏👏

ynusername @fcbarcelona una camiseta con su nombre? (a jersey with his name on it?)

fcbarcelona @ynusername ya te lo envié por correo 😉 (already mailed to you)

joaofelix79 por fin está aquí! (he’s finally here)

ynusername @joaofelix79 si tio félix, ven pronto! (yes uncle félix, come over soon!)

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pablogavi oye Mateo ¿cómo ha pasado ya un mes? recuerdo que cuando tu mamá y yo nos enteramos de ti por primera vez, estábamos bastante conmocionados y perdidos, pero aún así felices. tú y tu mamá sois lo mejor que me ha pasado, ¿sabes? por favor, no crezcas tan rápido todavía. todavía tengo mucho que aprender como padre y sobre lo que tienes que enseñarme. gracias por darme la oportunidad Mateo ❤️ además, mamá tomó estas fotos. (hey Mateo, how has it already been a month? i remember when your mama and i first found out about you, we were quite shocked and lost but nonetheless happy. you and your mama are the best thing that ever happened to me you know? please don't grow up just so fast yet, i still have lots of learning to do as a father that you have to teach me about. thanks for giving me the chance, Mateo. also, mama took these photos)

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ynusername eres el mejor papá que podría pedir, mi pájaro enojado 🤍 (you’re the best dad he could ever ask for, my angry bird)

pablogavi @ynusername y eres la mejor mamá que existe (and you’re the best mama out there)

joaofelix79 Mateo es lo mejor que me ha pasado (Mateo is the best thing that ever happened)

ynusername @joaofelix79 seguro que Mateo también te quiere mucho tío Félix! (i’m sure Mateo loves you lots too uncle Félix!)

pablogavi @joaofelix79 ¿no soy lo mejor que te ha pasado? (i’m not the best thing that ever happened to you?)

joaofelix79 @pablogavi tú y tu hijo supongo 🙄 (you and your son i guess)

blaugranaplanet Mateo is growing up so fast!

livelaughlovebarca MATEO’S LITTLE ONESIES 🥹 and the bear pj’s!!!

saraguendogan Kais newest playmate soon!

ynusername @saraguendogan can’t wait 🤍

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pablogavi Otra victoria en casa antes de volver a la Champions el miércoles, os esperamos a todos. força barça! (another victory at home before returning to the Champions League on Wednesday, see you all there. force barça!)

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_ferminlopez Mi hermano ❤️ (my brother)

fcbarcelona Jugón 👏 (game on)

ynusername apoyando a papá (rooting for papa)

pablogavi @ynusername te amo mi ángel (i love you my angel)

barca4life Best midfielder out there

for.blaugrana Masterclass performance

gavi.daily only the best

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pablogavi hola Mateo, no puedo creer que ya estés cumpliendo seis meses. aprendo un poco más cada día siendo tu padre y estoy muy contento de que tú y tu mamá estén aquí conmigo. mamá y yo te amamos desde la luna y desde atrás, ¡y tus tíos también! tú y tu mamá me hicieron el hombre más orgulloso, estoy muy contento y orgulloso de llamarlos míos y nuestra pequeña familia. como siempre, no crezcas tan rápido Mateo, todavía tengo mucho que aprender. mamá volvió a tomar estas fotos...❤️ (hey Mateo, i can't believe you're already turning six months old. i learn a little more everyday being your father and i'm so glad you and your mama are here with me. me and mama loves you from the moon and back, so does your uncles! you and your mama made me the proudest man, i'm so glad and proud to call you two mine and our little family. as usual, don't grow up so fast Mateo i still have lots to learn. mama took these photos again...)

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ynusername Mateo seis meses! (Mateo six months!)

pablogavi @ynusername siiiiii mi amor (yes my love)

pedri mi pequeño está creciendo… (my little boy is growing up…)

pablogavi @pedri y te estás haciendo viejo (and you’re growing old)

mikkykiemeney Mateooo, so cuteeee!!!

ynusername @mikkykiemeney i know righttt, waiting to meet Miles!

gavi.family.fans Mateo is growing up so quickly!

forblaugrana Project Gavi coming along nicely

pablogavi.6 THE CUTEST!!!

lamineyamal ese nene es un tesorito, me lo comería! 😮😮 (you’re such a cutie pie, i could eat you up!)

pablogavi @lamineyamal por favor deja a mi hijo en paz 🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️ (please leave my son alone)

joaofelix79 ¡mi Mateo favorito! (my favourite Mateo!)

pablogavi @joaofelix79 hay otro Mateo en tu vida? (there’s other Mateo’s in your life?)

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pablogavi hola mi pequeño Mateo! no puedo creer que haya pasado un año desde que naciste. solía ​​pensar que no valía la pena celebrar mi cumpleaños hasta que llegaste tú. me alegro mucho de haber podido compartir mi fecha de nacimiento contigo y no hay nadie más a quien agradecer más que a tu mamá. gracias por hacer esto posible mi amor, @ynusername. Ustedes dos son para siempre lo mejor que me ha pasado. ¡por muchas más celebraciones de cumpleaños compartidas contigo, hombrecito! el amor de mi vida y mi Mateo, ustedes hicieron esto posible y ustedes dos siguen siendo el mejor regalo de cumpleaños. gracias por darme la oportunidad de ser tu papá Mateo, gracias por darme una oportunidad mi amor.❤️ (hey my little Mateo! i can't believe it's been a year since you were born. i used to think my birthday's weren't worth celebrating until you came along. i'm so glad i got to share my birth date with you and there's no one else to thank more than your mama. thanks for making this possible my love, @ynusername. you two are forever the best thing that happened to me. to many more shared birthday celebrations with you little man! the love of my life and my Mateo, you made this possible and you two are still the best birthday present ever. thanks for giving me the opportunity to be your dad Mateo, thanks for giving me a chance my love.)

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ynusername feliz cumpleaños al hombre que me hizo la mujer que soy y feliz cumpleaños al pequeño Mateo que me hizo la mamá que soy hoy 🤍 (happy birthday to the man who made me the woman i am and happy birthday to little Mateo who made me the mama i am today)

pablogavi @ynusername te amo muchoooo, más de lo que jamás imaginas (i love you so much, more than you ever know)

pedri feliz cumpleaños a mi pequeño Mateo, tu tío favorito es el que más te quiere! 🎂🎉 (happy birthday to my little Mateo, your favourite uncle loves you the most!)

joaofelix79 oh nooo, ¿por qué mi hombrecito está creciendo tan rápido? feliz cumpleaños mi pequeño Mateo el tio te quiere mucho (oh nooo, why is my little man growing up so quickly. happy birthday my little Mateo, uncle loves you very much)

alejandrobalde Feliz cumpleaños pequeño Mateo, espero verte en el entrenamiento más! 💪 (happy birthday little Mateo, hope to see you at training more!)

frenkiedejong happy birthday little Mateo!

lamineyamal el pequeño Mateo está creciendo bien, feliz cumpleaños pequeño! (little Mateo is growing up well, happy birthday little one!)

hctorforrt_ feliz cumpleaños pequeño Mateo, el tío Marc y yo estamos abiertos a más sesiones de niñera! 🎉 (happy birthday little Mateo, uncle Marc and I are open to more babysitting sessions!)

blaugrana Everyone calls him ‘Little Mateo’ 🥹

blaugranaplanet the cutest little Mateo!

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mateogavi Feliz cumpleaños para mi! mamá y papá dijeron que este pastel era mío, así que jugué con él! el osito es muy lindo, ¿no crees que se parece a mi pijama? estoy tan feliz de haber recibido tantos juguetes nuevos de mis tíos! feliz cumpleaños a mi papá también 🧸🤍 (happy birthday to me! mama and papa said this cake was mine so i played with it! the bear is so cute, don't you think it looks like my pyjamas? i'm so happy i got so many new toys from my uncles! happy birthday to my papa too)

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pedri feliz cumpleaños pequeño Mateo, espero que te guste tu nuevo juguete! (happy birthday little Mateo, hope you like your new toy!)

mateogavi @pedri lo hice, muchas gracias tío Pedri 🐻 (i did! thank you so much uncle Pedri)

joafelix79 feliz cumpleaños pequeño Mateo, ten cuidado en el auto nuevo te tengo bien? 🏎🏎 (happy birthday little Mateo, be careful in the new car i got you okay?)

mateogavi @joaofelix79 tendré mucho cuidado tío Félix y cuando vuelvas te mostraré mis habilidades! (i will be super careful uncle Félix and when you come again, i’ll show you my skills!)

alejandrobalde sigue entrenando duro con el fútbol que te tengo pequeño Mateo! ⚽️ (keep training hard with the football i got you little Mateo!)

mateogavi @alejandrobalde señor si señor tio Alejandro! (sir yes sir uncle Alejandro!)

hctorforrt_ pequeño Mateo, espero que te guste la pista de carreras que te tengo el tío Marc y yo! (little Mateo, hope you like the race track uncle Marc and I got you!)

mateogavi @hctforrt_ me encanta, muchas gracias tio Marc y Hector! (i love it, thank you so much uncle Marc and Hector!)

marcguiu9 tío Marc te quiero mucho pequeño Mateo, feliz cumpleaños ☺️ (uncle Marc loves you so much little Mateo, happy birthday)

mateogavi @marcguiu9 Yo también te quiero mucho tío Marc!! (i love you so much too uncle Marc)

_ferminlopez creciendo bien pequeño Mateo, ¿te gusta el gran oso de peluche que te tengo? (growing up well little Mateo, do you like the big teddy bear i got you?)

mateogavi @_ferminlopez si tio Fermín! He estado durmiendo con él, mamá lo pone a mi lado por la noche. (yes uncle Fermín! i've been sleeping with it, mama puts it beside me at night)

blaugrana.daily Happy Birthday Mateo!!!

pablogavi.family Can’t believe you’re one already, happy birthday Mateo!

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ynusername hola mi pequeño, no puedo creer que ya estés cumpliendo un año. te amo a ti y a tu papá más de lo que jamás imaginarás, no lo olvides. Mateo, gracias por guiarme y enseñarme cuando estaba perdida como mamá primeriza. mi pájaro enojado, gracias por amarme y darnos una oportunidad. ustedes dos son las mejores cosas que me han pasado. gracias por darme la oportunidad de ser tu mamá Mateo, y gracias por elegirme mi pájaro enojado. feliz cumpleaños a los dos chicos que me hacen la mujer más orgullosa del mundo. los amo mis amores 🤍 (hey my little man, can't believe you're turning one already. i love you and your papa more than you'll ever know, don't forget that. Mateo, thanks for guiding me and teaching me when i was lost as a first time mama. my angry bird, thanks for loving me and giving us a chance. you two are the best things that ever happened to me. thanks for giving me the opportunity to be your mama Mateo, and thanks for choosing me my angry bird. happy birthday to the two boys that make me the proudest woman alive. love you my loves.)

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pablogavi Siempre juntos, no lo haría de otra manera. Estoy muy agradecida de que sois tú y Mateo. (always together, i wouldn’t have it any other way. i’m so grateful it’s you and Mateo.)

pedri ¿crees que te ves lindo en la tercera foto, eh? (you think you look cute in the third picture eh?)

pablogavi @pedri Bastante lindo obviamente 😒(quite cute obviously)

joaofelix79 la tercera foto es una broma 🤣🤣🤣 (third picture is a joke)

lamineyamal @joaofelix79 lo juro, la foto más divertida que he visto en mi vida. 😂😂 (i swear, funniest picture i’ve ever seen)

aurorapaezg feliz cumpleaños mi guapo 🤍 (happy birthday my handsomes.)

ynusername @aurorapaezg muchas gracias mi otra mitad 🥹 (thank you so much my other half.)

barcawaglife the cutest family!!!

forblaugrana Happy birthday gavira’s!

fcbarcelona Feliz cumpleaños nuestros guerreros 🥳🙌 (happy birthday our warriors!)

nikefootball Happy Birthday our star boy ⭐️

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mateogavi te gustan mis conjuntos? mamá dice que me veo mejor que papá 🤫 (do you like my outfits? mama says i look better than papa.)

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joaofelix79 definitivamente te ves mejor que papá 🤣🤣 (you definitely look better than papa.)

lamineyamal cocinado por su propio hijo (cooked by his own son.)

pablogavi @lamineyamal callarse (shut up.)

mikkykiemeney the matching samba’s 🥹

ynusername @mikkykiemeney stop i LOVE it so much, all of us have one 🥹

aurorapaezg ooh luciendo mucho mejor que papá (ooh looking so much better than papa.)

pablo_gavi_fp MATCHING SAMBA’S ADORABLE!!!

pa6los cutest family ever, can’t change my mind

joselumato niño guapo 😁 (handsome kid)

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mateogavi mamá y papá dicen que no pueden creer que cumpla dos años. Pero si yo voy a cumplir dos años, ¡entonces mi papá también se hará mayor! ¡feliz cumpleaños para mí! 🐻 (mama and papa says they can't believe i'm turning two. but if i'm turning two, then my papa's getting older too! happy birthday to me!)

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joaofelix79 feliz cumpleaños a mi chico favorito! 🐻 (happy birthday to my favourite boy!)

mikkykiemeney happy birthday to Miles’ first ever friend 🥹

katrinefogtfriis happy birthday to the most precious and handsome little boy i’ve ever met.

pablogavi Feliz cumpleaños a mi chico favorito, siempre agradecido de tenerte y permitirme la oportunidad de ser tu papá. te amo más de lo que jamás sabrás. (happy birthday to my favourite boy, always grateful to have you and allowing me the chance to be your papa. i love you more than you'll ever know.)

_rl9 Happy birthday little Mateo!

_ferminlopez Feliz cumpleaños pequeño Mateo, no puedo creer que ya cumplas dos años. Eres el chico más agradable que he conocido, mi tío te quiere mucho. 🐻 (happy birthday little Mateo, i can't believe you're turning two already. you're the nicest boy i've ever met, uncle loves you so much.)

blaugrana.daily Happy Birthday to little Mateo 🎂

ynusername lo mejor que me ha pasado 🥹🤍 (the best thing that has ever happened to me)

444daily little Mateo is growing up so fast

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ynusername hoy es un día especial, no sólo celebramos el cumpleaños del pequeño Mateo y Gavi. Le damos la bienvenida al mundo a Guille. No puedo creer que los 3 chicos bajo el mismo techo compartan el mismo cumpleaños, pero bueno, al menos hago 3 cumpleaños a la vez. Siempre agradecido por mis 2 hijos y su fuerte papá, que siempre ha estado ahí para mí a pesar de los altibajos de su carrera. feliz cumpleaños pequeño Mateo y mi pajarito enojado Pablo, bienvenido al mundo pequeño Guille. No puedo esperar para celebrar los 3 cumpleaños juntos. 🤍 (today's a special day, we not only celebrate little Mateo and Gavi's birthday. we welcome Guille to the world. i can't believe the 3 boys under the same roof are sharing the same birthday but hey at least i throw 3 birthday's at once. always grateful and thankful for my 2 boys and their strong papa who's always been there for me despite his ups and downs in his career too. happy birthday little Mateo and my angry bird Pablo, welcome to the world little Guille. can't wait to celebrate all 3 birthday's together.)

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pablogavi Los amo a los tres más que al universo, más de lo que jamás merecen. gracias por hacerme el hombre que soy, por hacerme papá, por el pequeño Mateo y Guille dándome la oportunidad de ser su papá. (i love all three of you greater than the universe, more than you all ever deserve. thanks for making me the man i am, for making me a papa, for little Mateo and Guille giving me the chance to be their papa.)

joaofelix79 uni más para mí para amar!!! (one more for me to love!)

lamineyamal mismo nombre ah @guillefc.70

guillefc.70 @lamineyamal si si, no puedo creer que tenga el mismo nombre que una estrella. (yes yes, can’t believe i got the same name as a star.)

mikkykiemeney another friend for miles, you and gavi make the cutest babies 😵

ynusername @mikkykiemeney he’s got a secret 🤫🤫🤫

_ferminlopez jugadores como su papá (ballers like their papa.)

forblaugrana Happy Birthday to the Gavira family, welcome Guille. 🎉🎉🎉

433 Good day for the Gavira’s

barcelona.daily Happy Birthday little Mateo and Gavi. welcome Guille!

pedri Gavi lo cronometró bien, eh? (gavi timed it right, eh?)

pablogavi @pedri si soy bueno en todo ☺️ (yeah i’m good at everything)

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ynusername bebe gavira número dos, el 5 de agosto siempre será un día especial para mí. del 2004 al 2022 y ahora 2024. Te quiero pequeño Guille, bienvenido a casa 🤍 (baby gavira number two, 5th august will always be a special day for me. from 2004 to 2022 and now 2024. i love you little Guille, welcome home.)

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pablogavi No puedo creer que esté presenciando esto por segunda vez. honrado. (can't believe i'm witnessing this for the second time. honoured.)

joaofelix79 mi hermano tiene un timing impecable eh, el pequeño Guille ya tiene buena pinta (my brother has impeccable timing eh, little Guille looking good already)

aurorapaezg mis sobrinos son los mas lindos (my nephews are the cutest)

fcbarcelona Welcome new culer! ✨

barcawags highschool lovers are the cutest

katerinefogtfriis little Guille is looking so adorable 🥹

barca4barca THE CUTESTTTT OMG!!!!!

_ferminlopez que descanses pequeño Guille y la mamá de Mateo, cuídate mucho! (rest well little Guille and Mateo's mama, take good care of yourself!)

ynusername @_ferminlopez muchas gracias fer, eres el mejor 🤍 (thanks a lot fer, you’re the best.)

pedri cuidate mucho mi hermanita descansa bien (take care of yourself too my little sister, rest well.)

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pablogavi parece que el pequeño Mateo se está tomando bien su nuevo trabajo como hermano mayor. Debe estar muy cansado de jugar con el pequeño Guille y de cuidar a su mamá cuando yo no estoy en casa. mi pequeño Mateo está creciendo demasiado rápido y el pequeño Guille también está creciendo sano. (looks like little Mateo is taking his new job as an older brother well. he must be really tired playing with little Guille and looking after his mama when i'm not home. my little Mateo is growing up too fast and so is little Guille is growing up healthily too.)

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ynusername Concéntrate en tu pelota y recuperación. el pequeño Mateo estará en casa para cuidarme! (focus on your balling and recovery. little Mateo will be home to look after me!)

pablogavi @ynusername si señora, lo que usted diga. (yes ma’am, whatever you say.)

pedri se parece a su papá, un caballero (takes after his papa, a gentleman)

_ferminlopez sus padres le enseñaron bien, el tío más orgulloso aquí mismo (taught well by his parents, proudest uncle right here.)

joaofelix79 Necesito recompensar a mi pequeño Mateo la próxima vez que visite Barcelona nuevamente, hay muchos regalos preparados para los pequeños Guille y Mateo. (i need to reward my little Mateo the next time i visit Barcelona again, lots of presents prepared for little Guille and Mateo.)

sophangls if you observe carefully, gavi’s only on instagram to post about his family and occasionally football 😭

dani.carvajal.2 un hombre de sabias palabras, un verdadero caballero (a man of wise words, a true gentleman.)

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(Eng Prompt List)

Day 1: Moon and Sun | Space AU | Royal AU - “My Missa”

Day 2: Vampires | Mermaids | Gods - “I'll be here when you're ready”

Day 3: Mafia | Past lives | Cat Missa and Crow Philza - “As long as you are with me you will never feel alone”

Day 4: Confession | Emergency | Murder - “The sky is the limit”

Day 5: Language of flowers | Hanahaki | Spy X Family AU - “No one ever told me that love hurt”

Day 6: First times | Emergency room | Separation - “It's not goodbye, it's see you soon”

Day 7: Disease | Hot chocolate | Comfort - “The family is forever”

Extra prompts:

Pirates

Anniversary

Red thread of destiny

“I love you, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you sooner”

Family

Ghibli

Lullaby

“I would never choose to love another”

New parents

DeathDuo/Pissa Week

Reglas/Rules:

(Esp)

Entonces eh decidido que haré este reto agradezco a mi amigo Irl y a los chicos de Discord por apoyarme y darme ideas para la lista! Así que aquí vamos…

Las dos primeras im��genes contienen los prompts para esta Pissa/DeathDuo Week, contiene dos prompts y un diálogo. Puedes elegir el prompt que más te guste o combinarlos para darle tu propio toque personal :D

Las reglas de este reto son las siguiente:

1. La escritura y el arte están permitidos, puede ser solo uno o ambos como más se le acomode a cada uno.

2. No @ a los cubitos irl, tanto en vuestro arte como en vuestros fics (en el caso de que lo suban a X o Insta)

3. El contenido Dark y sensible como; Yandere, Personajes posesivos, Daño a uno mismo, Sangre, Muerte, Etc… está permitido siempre cuando se etiquete correctamente. (En caso de que tengas una idea y no sabes si está permitido puedes enviarme un mensaje)

4. No es necesario hacer los siete días, puedes hacer cuantos quieres y con los que te sientas cómodo.

5. Este reto es tanto de Pissa (pareja romántica) como DeathDuo (pareja platónica) por lo que los prompts están hechos para que sean cómodos para los dos lados de la comunidad, solo por favor etiqueten debidamente si es Pissa o DeathDuo.

6. La semana que he escogido para este reto es del 1 de Junio al 7 de Junio, aunque pueden tener todo el mes de Junio para publicar su arte/escritura

7. Y la última regla pero no menos importante… no olviden divertirse!

(Eng)

So I've decided that I will do this challenge I thank my friend Irl and the guys on Discord for supporting me and giving me ideas for the list! So here we go...

The first two images contain the prompts for this Pissa/DeathDuo Week, it contains two prompts and a dialogue. You can choose the prompt you like the most or combine them to give it your own personal touch :D

Also, if one of the days doesn't suit you or you don't feel comfortable with that prompt there is a list of nine extra prompts that you can also choose from.

The rules of this challenge are this:

1. Writing and art are allowed, it can be just one or both as it suits you best.

2. no @ to the irl, in your art and in your fics (in case you upload it to X or Insta) 3.

3. Dark and sensitive content such as; Yandere, Possessive characters, Self harm, Blood, Death, Etc... is allowed as long as it is tagged correctly. (In case you have an idea and don't know if it is allowed you can message me).

4. You don't have to do all seven days, you can do as many as you want and as many as you feel comfortable with.

5. This challenge is both Pissa (romantic couple) and DeathDuo (platonic couple) so the prompts are made to be comfortable for both sides of the community, just please tag properly if it's Pissa or DeathDuo.

6. The week I have chosen for this challenge is from June 1 to June 7, although you can have the whole month of June to post your art/writing.

7. And last but not least rule... don't forget to have fun!

[vg-k]

୨୧ ㅤ🏺 ⠀⌒ ⠀ esp

(La verdad es que no se como comenzar este texto 😅.)

Estoy muy muy feliz de poder haber llegado a esta cifra de seguidores. Que a tantas personas les guste lo que publico y suelo hacer con mucho cariño me deja super contenta. Cada vez estoy más cerca de mi objetivo que es llegar a los 10k, confío en que podré alcanzar esa cifra pero se que no será fácil.

Al inicio fue un poco difícil y acabe desanimandome varias veces, tuve algunos hiatus simplemente por no tener ganas de hacer nada, pero eso ya pasó y ahora estoy mas motivada que nunca, aunque no creo que pueda volver a la época en la que publicaba 3 vezes al día.

Agradezco muchísimo a las personas que siempre me mostraron apollo, muchos de ellos ya no se encuentran más en esta plataforma o están en hiatus pero sigo a la espera de que vuelvan.

୨୧ ㅤ🏺 ⠀⌒ ⠀ pt

Eu acho que esse texto vai ser completamente diferente do que está em espanhol 😅

Bom, primeiramente quería agradecer a todos que sempre me apoiaram, todas as mensagens de carinho que tenho resevido me deixan extremamente feliz.

No inicio foi um pouco difícil, teve algumas horas nas que pensei em desistir e acabei ficando em hiatus em varios momentos, tudo por falta de motivação, mas agora não pretendo me afastar de novo da plataforma, talvez não possa voltar a época na qual fazia 3 post por día po falta de tempo, mas prometo que irei aparecer aquí todo dia.

Muitíssimo obrigada a todos de verdade, cada vez estou mais perto da minha meta que é chegar nos 10k, sei que não será fácil mas não irei desistir!

(Peço desculpas caso não tenha escrito algo corretamente. Para quem não sabe moro no Brasil más sou estrangeira, minha lingua materna é o espanhol)

୨୧ ㅤ🏺 ⠀⌒ ⠀ eng

I am very very happy to have reached this number of followers. That so many people like what I publish and what I usually do with a lot of love leaves me super happy. I am getting closer to my goal, which is to reach 10k, I am confident that I will be able to reach that number but I know it will not be easy.

At the beginning it was a little difficult and I ended up getting discouraged several times, I had some hiatuses simply because I didn't feel like doing anything, but that's over and now I'm more motivated than ever, although I don't think I can go back to the time when I published 3 times a day.

I am very grateful to the people who always showed me support, many of them are no longer on this platform or are on hiatus but I am still waiting for them to return.

    𓏲     ♥︎ special thanks ! And favs: @ya-ttori @markirlse @yu2ki @dollijongs @chilumitos @s-eulg @astroke @galavande @dollienini @v6que @flwzai @fuckici @fairytopea @gigittamic @s-heon @s-telar @im4yeons @kiyeuo @v6mpcat @bunnievr @jkghost @bambicito @taebook @s2bunnys @jjangblog @wiotas @chifuy-u @chnellir @hwchaey @yunjidoll @tookio @i-nabi @umiena @yeritos @blossomook @hechizadas @fleurjns @alfaire @sugarino @i6gyu @mimiszz @eun-luv @rosabie @yoshiks @yoonitos @y-vna @i04rei @y-unjin @japnz @chaey2k & more in the coments!!!!!

[stuckwthem]

hi! i love your writing and i wanted to ask you if i can request a kuku fic? and could you make it a little smutty? thnx!!

sweet nothing | esteban kuku

summary: tú y kuku vivís juntos, y todos los días después del trabajo lo único que queréis es correr a los brazos del otro.

tw: bien poquito smut

cuando entraste en el salón, después de una ducha revitalizante y vestida con ropa más cómoda, viste a esteban sentado en el sofá con sus gafas leyendo uno de tus roteros de teatro, y sonreíste al verlo. formaba parte de tu rutina familiar después de un largo día de trabajo llegar a casa, ser recibida con cariño y poder pasar un rato de relax en el sofá con tu novio. 

la tele estaba encendida, emitiendo sonido ambiente, pero el actor no la estaba viendo, concentrado en las pequeñas palabras de las páginas, desplomado en el sofá. 

"¡vete para allá, que estás en mi lado del sofá!" te acercaste con un tono de falsa impaciencia sólo para romperle las pelotas, chocando tus rodillas contra las piernas de kuku.

esteban levantó la mirada, uniéndose a tus bromas mientras te fulminaba con la mirada por encima de sus gafas, observándote con falso fastidio. entonces te recorrió con la mirada, más concretamente se fijó en tu cálido pijama con estampado de monitos.

esteban soltó una carcajada y rodó los ojos cariñosamente, girándose perezosamente hacia el centro del sofá. 

"oh, perdona, no había visto tu nombre escrito en él", dice irónicamente, torciendo los labios. te tiras sobre el cojín antes ocupado por él, siendo acogida por el calor de su cuerpo.

"es mío por honor, esteban. ¿ves esa mancha aquí? la hice yo. mi territorio". señalando una pequeña mancha más oscura en la tela, exclamas con expresión seria.

"ah, así que ahora admites que has sido tú" el pelinegro entrecierra los ojos en tu dirección, acusadoramente. te aguantas la risa al recordar la vieja discusión que tuvisteis sobre las manchas en el sofá, en la que negaste rotundamente ser la culpable.

"sólo era cuestión de marcar tu territorio para momentos como éste", te encoges de hombros, con cara desdeñosa.

entonces los dos os reís, en un momento totalmente doméstico y habitual, que te ayuda a deshacerte de la tensión del día y a reconectar con esa buena energía. esteban te tiende una bolsa de gominolas ácidas, que aceptas encantada, arrojándote sobre el sofá, imitándole.

después de un rato de mirar al techo, repasando inevitablemente los pequeños detalles del día, te vuelves y te encuentras con un esteban cariñoso, con la cara vuelta en tu dirección mientras tiene una mirada divertida clavada en ti.

"¿por qué me miras así?", le preguntas enarcando las cejas, apoyando la mejilla en el mullido cojín del sofá.

"porque eres guapa y eres mi novia, ¿puedo?", reta, como si tuviera la respuesta en la punta de la lengua.

"¿incluso con este ridículo pijama?", preguntas, casi incrédula, abriendo los brazos para que pueda contemplar tu elección de vestimenta.

esteban sonríe, mirando brevemente el pijama que llevas puesto. coge uno de los extremos tejidos entre los dedos y finge analizarlo seriamente.

"ah, definitivamente. estos monitos sólo añaden encanto", responde, guiñando un ojo juguetonamente. "además, es el pijama más sexy que he visto nunca".

"¡parezco una abuelita!" discrepas, asombrada, exageradamente estupefacta.

"pues entonces, supongo que me gustan las señoras maduritas. serías una señora muy apetitosa" bromea esteban con una sonrisa maliciosa en los labios, mirándote de arriba abajo como si te estuviera evaluando.

jadeas de sorpresa, sorpresa y humorada, mirándole con los ojos muy abiertos y una enorme sonrisa en la cara, divertida. kuku abandona el rotero que estaba leyendo, lo deja a un lado y te atrae en un cariñoso abrazo sobre su regazo. le duelen las mejillas de tanto sonreír.

esteban olía a su suavizante de ropa limpia, a desodorante masculino y a jabón. olfateaste la curva de su cuello una vez más antes de separarte para oírle hablar.

"me está gustando mucho la idea de envejecer contigo ahora, ¿sabes?" murmura, con la misma sonrisa traviesa, mientras la punta de su nariz casi se encuentra con la tuya.

"idiota", su cariñosa maldición se convierte en una risita nasal.

sus dedos se pasean por la cara de kuku, contando cada peca a lo largo de su mejilla y luego bajando por su nariz. los ojos del actor se pasean por su cara, admirándola con calma, repasando cada trocito que desearía no olvidar nunca.

"¿cómo te ha ido el día?" preguntó esteban, apoyando la cabeza en el sofá para verla mejor. sus ojos recorrieron el resto de pecas de su cuello hasta el cuello de la camisa, haciéndola suspirar con la tentación de besar cada una de ellas.

"muy bien, un poco cansada como siempre" contestó, pasándose la mano por el pelo en un intento de arreglárselo. él le ayudó pasándole los dedos por detrás de las orejas, recogiéndole algunos mechones rebeldes. "te he extrañado todo el día"

esteban sonrió dulcemente, pasando la otra mano por su muslo izquierdo mientras la otra bajaba hasta su mandíbula, acariciándola lentamente con el dorso de los dedos.

"¿y lo tuyo?" le devolvió la pregunta, dejando caer la cara hacia un lado, apoyada en la mano de su novio.

"es un poco pesado, ensayos y más ensayos, no quiero más leer ni una palabra", soltó, y se podía ver el brillo del cansancio en sus ojos marrones detrás de las gafas. "sólo he estado esperando este momento"

para satisfacer tu deseo, esteban bajó la mano hasta tu barbilla y te atrajo hacia un beso, lento y suave. el calor de su boca era agradable y familiar contra la tuya, encajando tan fácilmente en el contorno de los labios suaves y contorneados del actor. saboreaste el sabor cítrico del dulce ácido de antes y te reíste en el beso, rozando tu nariz contra la suya mientras inclinabas la cabeza hacia el otro lado.

las gafas de esteban empezaron a interponerse en la profundización del beso, y te apartaste rápidamente, retirando con suavidad la montura de su cara y colocándola sobre el brazo del sofá. sus miradas volvieron a encontrarse, tu sonrisa creció al poder ver la extensión completa de su rostro. inclinándose sobre su regazo, dejó un beso bajo las pequeñas arrugas que marcaban las comisuras de sus ojos, completamente adorables. sin poder contenerse, comenzó a repartir besos sobre su piel, sobre su ceja, sobre su frente, sobre la punta de su nariz. la risa de kuku era adorable y serena mientras aceptaba su arrebato de amor.

sus labios recorrieron la longitud de su cara, dejando un pequeño beso en el arco de cupido de sus labios y luego volvieron a buscar su boca, besándola sujetándola por ambos lados de la cara. era tan fácil amarle. las manos de esteban encontraron el dobladillo de la camisa de su pijama, y lo recorrieron lentamente por debajo, las yemas de sus dedos subieron lentamente por su torso, descansando alrededor de sus costillas, sujetándola. su pulgar acarició tranquilamente su piel en pequeños círculos. 

instintivamente, a medida que el beso se alargaba y te perdías en aquella sensación, deleitándote en el rincón de su boca, sus caderas comenzaron a rodar, lentamente, hacia delante y hacia atrás bajo tu regazo, convirtiendo el movimiento en una deliciosa fricción, arrancando débiles gemidos de la garganta de esteban, que no tardó en sentir cómo su miembro se tensaba bajo su palpitante núcleo. sinceramente, no necesitaba mucho.

rápidamente, el roce se convirtió en algo más rápido e intenso, calentándole todo el cuerpo y agitándole la respiración. era difícil incluso igualar el beso, que con el movimiento de vaivén se perdía cuando sus bocas se alejaban, limitándose a rozarse.

esteban no perdió el tiempo, agarrándola por la cintura y deslizando todo su brazo por detrás de ella, acercando sus posiciones y colocándola ahora debajo de él, tumbada bajo el cojín del sofá, sintiendo el ligero peso de su cuerpo y la presión de su polla entre sus piernas.

sediento, ansiando tu sabor, el actor se quitó rápidamente sus pantalones y bajó sus labios hasta tus muslos, mordisqueando la sensible piel del interior de tus piernas. 

tu cuerpo se estremeció ante la repentina proximidad de su boca a tus bragas, y el mero roce de la nariz de esteban con la tela bastó para que arquearas la espalda y jadearas.

"oh, de repente tu lado del sofá no es tan importante, ¿eh?", se burla, murmurando entre tus piernas, y tú te ríes, con la mente ya demasiado ida como para refutar sus insinuaciones.

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me estoy torturando con estas cosas, no aguanto 😣

gracias por la ask <33 ¡¡ ¡como lo has enviado en inglés (me dejé llevar y lo olvidé), lo traduciré y lo publicaré lo antes posible!!!

[spidybaby]

Begin Again | Part Three

Summary: Back to the start to fix the broken pieces just to find that you can get what you always dreamed.

Warnings: cursing

A/N: Hello! I want to apologize for the waiting. Most of that was because I got sick (I still am), but here it is. Hope you like it. Love you all 💛✨️

Part one | Part two

April 2027

The moving went smoothly, Elena and Paulo helped you with everything. Your parents didn't like the idea, but you shut them down.

You weren't supposed to start till the end of April, giving you enough time to mind a plan to fix everything.

You saw online that Pedro was on Manchester. Apparently, Manchester City wanted to buy him.

"No sobre pienses tanto lo que haces, estas haciendo lo mejor para ti." (Don't overthink your decision. You're doing what's best for you)

Elena was the voice of reason in this situation.

"No sé ni donde empezar." (I don't even know where to start)

"Escuchame, eres una de las personas más inteligentes que conozco, venga tía, tu puedes con esto, es normal no saber ni donde empezar, pero estoy aquí para ti, para ayudarte en todo." (Listen to me, you're one of the smartest people I've ever known, c'mon dude, you can do it, it's okay not knowing where to start, but I'm here for you to help you with everything)

You hug her, crying a little, she makes you feel less alone.

Your mother stopped talking to you once she found out about the moving, telling you how much of a mistake you were making.

Your dad was siding with her, even when he didn't say you were making a mistake, he did tell you it was a bad decision.

But you didn't care, you pack your stuff and moved back to Barcelona. You even unblock his family from social media and didn't follow them, but unblock them was a start.

"Vamos por un helado." Elena says, drying your tears, "polito, amor mio, vamos!" (Let's go get some ice cream, Polito, my love, let's go)

She was carrying the diaper bag and your son, to say he even had a matching outfit with her.

"Oye, vamos a la playa, quiero una foto con mi bebé. Polito, te pondré tu chamarra de osito." (Let's go to the beach, I want a photo with my baby, Polito, let me put you your bear sweater)

"Tu bebé?" You laugh helping her with the sweater. "Amorcito, tienes nueva mami." (Your baby? Baby, you have a new mommy)

She laughed and made her way to the front door, grabbing your purse on the way out and your phone. You followed her.

"Crees que Pedro haría algo para quedarse con Polo?" You ask once you got to the beach. Your mom words did have an impact, even if you knew he wouldn't. "Yo sé que no, pero me da miedo." (Do you think Pedro would do anything to take Polo away? I know he wouldn't, but I'm scared)

"Y/n, claro que no, por favor saca esas ideas de tu mente, Pedro y tu tuvieron algo tan especial, él jamás haría nada para lastimarte." (Y/n, of course not, please take that idea out of your mind. Pedro and you had something so special, I know he won't do anything to hurt you)

You only nodded, not wanting to overthink those words.

"Mis padres me odian." (My parents hate me)

"No creo, solo están preocupados." (I don't think so, they're just worried)

But worried about what?

"Venga, Dame a mi hijo, vamos a tomarnos fotos." Elena says, throwing the empty ice cream cup in the trash can near you. (Give me my son, let's take some pictures)

"Lo bueno es que tu lo pariste, vieja tonta." (The good thing us that you birth him, dumbass)

Elena dances a little with him, singing a Quevedo song. The song makes you remember Pedro, he loves Quevedo music.

You take the pictures of Polo and Elena and she then takes some of you and him.

"Ay déjame subir esta." (Oh let me post this one)

You see the picture, it was cute.

"Dale."

"La verdad la oferta esta muy buena, para mi que la tomes." Mario, who is Pedro's manager says, "O es que aún piensas en quedarte en el barça?" (I think the offer is really good, I think you should take it. Or are you still thinking about staying?)

Pedro was lost in his thoughts, Manchester was offering him 150 million euros, with full on benefits and even to keep the number 8.

But on the other side, Barça was the club of his life. He couldn't imagine playing for other club.

He played for another season, but due to a mistake in his contract, he could leave for free this summer.

"Creo que debo pensarlo, hablarlo bien con mis padres." (I have to think about it, talk with my parents)

His manager agreed and changed the subject. He was invited to a club, but he rejected it. Fer was not I the mood, and without him, he was not going.

"Vamos de regreso al hotel." (Let's go back to the hotel)

After the arrival, he and his manager went to their rooms. He was sharing one with Fernando.

"Cómo te fue chaval?" (How was it?)

"Mmm. Estuvo bien, es un puto dolor de cabeza pensar en esto, no sé ni que hacer." (It was good, but it's a fucking headache thinking about all of this, I don't even know what to do)

"Venga, vamos al bar del hotel, tomamos algo y hablamos, no te estreses Pedro" (Let's go to the bar of the hotel, let's have some drinks and a talk. Don't stress)

They both made their way to the bar, Fernando was telling him about a gift he bought for his girlfriend.

"Mira que linda foto," Fer says, showing him the picture Elena posts about a baby with a bear sweater. "Quiero un sobrino para vestirlo así." (Look at this beautiful picture, I want a nephew to dress him like that)

Fernando looks at him with funny eyes, Pedro only laughs, "eres un gilipollas, tu deberías darme un sobrino" (you're an asshole, you're supposed to give me a nephew.)

They laughed and forgot about the picture. Asking for drinks and some food to begin the night.

"Alguna vez has pensado en cómo serias cómo padre?" (Have you ever thought about you as a father?) Fernando asks.

That puts him in deep thoughts. He did think about it, even dream with it.

The little baby in your arms with the barça shirt, his number on the back of both yours and the baby's shirt.

"La verdad?" (You want the truth?)

"Macho, no como crees? Dime mentiras." Fer says as he hits him on the back of the head. "Pues claro tonto, por algo pregunté." (Man, not at all, tell me lies. Well, obviously, I want the truth, I asked for a reason.)

"Venga ya que la colleja no era necesaria." He laughs. "Siempre lo imaginé, usualmente era algo que hablamos y/n y yo, ella quería un niño, y hombre no te miento, yo también quería uno, pero luego miraba a nuestro primo con su hija y pensaba en una niña." He says, remembering all the late night talks you two had. (The hit on the head was not necessary, I've always pictured it. It was something y/n and I always talked about. She wants a boy and man, I do want a son too, but after seeing our cousins with his girl, I thought about having a girl)

Fernando looks at the way he talks about it, the shine of his eyes, he haven't seen that shine in months.

"Puedo preguntarte algo, pero no te enojas?" (Can I ask you something without you getting mad?)

"Mhm?"

"Por qué la dejaste ir?" (Why did you let her go?)

Pedro takes his eyes away from his brother. That question was one he asked himself every night since that December night.

"Recuerdas el anillo?" He asks, Fernando nods. "Yo sabía que ella quería que su padre estuviera de acuerdo con el matrimonio, la bendición, así que fui a pedirla, yo quería casarme con ella." (Remember the ring? I knew she wanted his father to be okay with the marriage, the blessing. So I went to ask for it, I wanted yo marry her)

"Pero?" (But?)

"Pero su padre me dijo que no podía darmela, que yo era un chaval con una vida muy distinta a la que el soñaba para el esposo de su hija. Me dijo que pensaba que ella algún día iba a darse cuenta y dejarme, como no lo hizo, solo esperó. Me pidió dejarla, diciendo que ella no quería irse de Barcelona por mi, porque no quería dejarme, diciéndome que sus sueños iban a ser siempre interrumpidos por mi, por mi carrera y me pidió dejarla ir, dejarla emprender su propio camino, brillar por si sola." He says angrily, remembering the words of your father. (But her father couldn't give it to me, I was a kid with a totally different life from the one he pictured his son in law would have. He told me he hoped for her to realize that and left me, but she never did, so he waited. He asked me to leave her, but she didn't want to leave Barcelona because of me, telling me her dreams were going to be interrupted by me because of my career. So he asked me to let her go, for her to shine on her own, to begin her own path in life)

Fernando was in shock. He always thought it was about a fight, maybe even a bad patch on the relationship. Even his parents told him he was making a mistake, but know it makes sense.

"Pedro. Por qué no me habías contado?" (Pedro, why didn't you tell me?)

He shrugs, not facing him. Drinking way too quickly.

"Pedro, por favor mirame."

He did, after a few minutes.

"Lo siento, por haberte criticado, haberte culpado y juzgado mal. No sabía lo que había pasado, ojalá me hubieras contado, para así apoyarte. Lo siento hermanito." He hugs him, the hug was tight, and Pedro needed that. (I'm sorry. For judging you and for blaming you. I didn't know, and I wish you had told me I would have supported you. I'm sorry, hermanito.

Pedro felt relief. The secret he kept to himself was now free from him.

"Has pensado en hablar con ella?" (Have you thought about reaching her?)

He shake his head no.

"La verdad siento que me odia, la hice mierda, la deje y luego ignore sus llamadas, sus mensajes. Me dolió el alma, Fernando. Pero era lo que yo en ese momento creía correcto. (To be honest, I feel that she hates me, I fuck her up, after I dumped her I ignored her calls and texts, that broke my heart, Fernando. But I thought I was doing the right thing)

"Escuchame, tu hiciste lo que en ese momento creíste correcto, no te culpes más, pero creo que es obvio que no la has superado, aún piensas en ella." Fer says, patting his back. "Venga, déjame ayudarte a recuperarla y si no se puede pues ayudarte a superarlo, juntos en todo, como cuando niños." (Listen to me, you did what you thought was the right thing, don't blame yourself anymore. I think it is pretty obvious that you love her. You still think of her. So, let me help you get her back, and if that's not possible, let me help you move on, but together, like when we were kids)

"Te amo, eres el mejor." (I love you, you're the best)

"Yo te amo más, venga que tenemos que pensar en algo." (I love you more, c'mon, we have to plan how you're getting her back)

Pedro smiled, high five his brother, and begins with the plan for that to happen. Like fer said, together.

You were at the supermarket, you needed food for your fridge. Elena stayed with Polo. He was fussy, so you let him stay.

You got almost everything on the list. I'm picking a few fruits. Since Polo is now six months old, the doctor told you to start with some fruit based foods.

You grabbed some sweet potato, some bananas, and some avocados. Also some vegetables like broccoli, carrot, and some more.

You were so focused on picking some apples that when someone touched you to grab your attention you kind of jump.

"Ay Dios," you say, putting your hand on your heart, "Pablo?" You ask seeing him smile, trying not to laugh.

"Sigues siendo la misma tía que se asusta de todo al parecer." (You're still the same scary girl I see).

You laugh, hugging him. It's been a long time without seeing him.

"Cuando volviste?" (When did you came back?)

"Hace poco, a finales de marzo." (Not that long ago, end of March.)

"Y estas aquí para quedarte? O solo de visita?" (Are you staying or only for a visit?)

You smile, "Vine para quedarme" (I'm here to stay)

You talked for a while, and you both continued the shopping.

"Y dime, como vas de amores?" (And tell me, how's the love?)

You shrug, not knowing how to answer.

"Pues, sigo soltera. Los Italianos son muy intensos, te juro. Y tu que tal de amores?" (Well, I'm still single, Italian guys are way too much. What about you?)

"Recuerdas a Carolina?" (Do you remember Carolina?)

"La nena del agua?" (The water girl?)

He nodded, excited. "Hace casi un año estamos saliendo, ya no es la del agua, ahora es entrenadora de los niños en el club" (almost a year ago we been dating, and she's not the water girl anymore, she's a coach for the first starters in the club.)

"Eso está increíble, Pablito." (That's amazing, Pablito)

"Haz vuelto a hablar con Pedro?" (Have you talked to Pedro?)

If Pablo was known for something, it was two things, his anger on the pitch and not having a filter when he speaks.

"No, hace mucho que no hablo con él." (No, it's been a long time without talking to him.)

He nodded, understanding.

"Pero, de hecho he querido hablar con él desde que regresé. No sé si quiera hablarme." (But, I've been looking to talk to him since I came back, but I don't know if he would talk to me)

"Pero vamos, claro que quiere" (c'mon, he obviously wants to)

You smile at his words.

"Deja darte el número, tuvo que cambiarlo porque en un entreno le hicimos mierda el movil" (let me give you his number, he had to change it since once during training we fucked his phone)

"No me sorprende, siempre se hacian mierda las cosas ustedes" (I'm not surprised, you guys always fucked your things)

He grabbed your phone, saving Pedro's number.

"Te he guardando el mio igual, por si alguna vez necesitas algo, acá estoy." (I saved mine too. If you ever need anything, I'm here)

You hugged goodbye as you both went different ways.

You hurry to the line, wanting to get home so you can tell Elena the news.

"Sabes que me encanta de Manchester, el ambiente es diferente a España, no sé cómo describirlo pero es diferente" Fernando says, looking around. (You know what I love about Manchester? The atmosphere is different. I don't know how to explain it, but it's different)

Pedro laughed, agreeing with him. Mario only nodded smiling.

"Bien, entonces dame unos días y te daré la respuesta, si?" (Okay, give me a few days, and I'll have the answer) Pedro says referring to the contract.

"Tomate una semana, meditalo y si tienes dudas podemos hablar, poner un pro y con sobre la mesa." (Take a week, meditate it, and if you have any doubts, call me up, and we can put all the pros and cons at the table to make up your mind)

After that, they changed the topic, talking about a game they were invited to, Fer and Mario were talking about one specific player and how he got a yellow card for something that was a clearly a red.

Pedro's mind was far away from that, seeing the text he got from Pablo.

She was back, and she wanted to talk with him.

He was out of breath, wanted to tell Fernando right away, but he knew better and wait for the night to be over.

As they entered the room, he grabbed his brother's shoulders, shaking him while screaming in happiness.

"Me vas a descalabrar capullo." (You're going to hurt me, idiot)

"Mira," he shows the text message.

Fernando is now screaming with him, happy for the news.

"A ver, calma ya" (okay, let's calm down), Fernando says, taking a few breaths. "Si te quiere ver y Pablo le dio tu número, ella te va a escribir, es obvio." (If she wants to see you and Pablo gave her your number, she'll text you, it's obvious)

And as Fer finished saying that, Pedro's phone lights up with a text from an unknown number.

Pedro checks it and screams, showing it to his brother, who screams with him.

(Hi,

I hope you're doing great. I'm sending you this message to let you know I'm in Barcelona and I'll like to meet up with you to talk.

-Y/n)

"Qué contesto?" Pedro says, full of nerves. (What can I text back?)

"Trae pa ca', tonto," he says, taking the phone from his brothers hand. (Give me that, morron)

(Hi

I like to see you, we can meet wherever, maybe somewhere more calm to avoid paparazzi)

Back in Barcelona, you and Elena are sitting in your couch, face to face.

"Ya contestó," you say excited. (He answered)

"A ver," Elena says, taking the phone from you. "Contesta" (let me see, answer him).

"No sé que poner," you say nervios. (I don't know how to answer)

"Ay, dame aquí, tonta" (give me that, idiot)

("Do you still living I'm the same place." "Yes, do you remember the address, or do you need the location?")

"Crees que recuerde?" Pedro asks, seeing the answer his brother sends. (Do you think she remembers?)

"Callate, déjame ver que responde," Fer says, seeing the three dots. (Shut up, let me answer)

("No, I do remember, what about tomorrow morning?" "I'll be back from Manchester tomorrow at noon. Let's meet at night, if that's okay with you.")

"Cierto que vi que estaba en Manchester," you say as you read the text, "Dile que si" (it's true, he's in Manchester, say yes)

"Calmate," Elena says. (Calm down)

("I'll see you tomorrow at night" "7 pm?" "Yes, " "I'll see you tomorrow. " "Goodbye, Pedro.")

Pedro and Fernando were looking at the last text.

"Niño" Fernando says, screaming and hugging his brother.

Pedro is excited. He was getting you back. No matter how hard, how much he has to fight or work, he's getting you back. He's putting that ring on your finger. He's getting that dream family.

What he didn't know is that on Barcelona, Elena, and you are jumping and screaming on the couch.

"Dios, estoy tan nerviosa." You say as you calm down. "Necesito que me lleves, por favor." (Gosh, I'm so excited. Please, I need you to take me)

"Obvio, tonta." (Obviously, dummy)

You both look and start screaming again, until a cry make you stop.

"Oops," Elena says.

You laugh and go to collect your baby. He was crying due to your screaming, mad because his dreams were interrupted.

"Ya, ya mi amor, ven acá." You say picking him up, calming him. "No sabes, tu papi y yo nos vamos a ver." You say as he calms down. "Y estoy nerviosa, espero mañana puedas conocerlo." (It's okay, love, come here. You have no idea. Daddy and I are meeting up, I'm nervous, and I hope you both can meet up tomorrow)

You kiss him. Taking him with you back to the living room.

"Vente." You say to Elena, "ayúdame a escoger el outfit." (Come, help me pick my outfit)

You feel like a teenager getting ready for her first date.

The butterflies, the nervousness in your system, and the excitement.

Tomorrow, you're getting that family you both dreamed about.

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[silvertice]

You Idiot.

[halloween especial]

Eddie Alden x fem!reader

Summary: Ella ha estado enamorada de su compañero de cuarto durante años, pero con cada desprecio, su paciencia se agota. Una fiesta de Halloween ofrece la oportunidad perfecta para intentar seguir adelante, pero él no está dispuesto a dejarla ir tan fácilmente. Entre disfraces y juegos, la tensión se transforma en algo más.

Category: Slow Burn Romance, Friends to Lovers, Halloween Vibes, 2000s, Jealousy, Emotional Turmoil, Unrequited Love, Misunderstandings {TW: Light Humor, Emotional Moments, Friendship Dynamics, Flirting}

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Me miro en el espejo, terminando de ajustar los últimos detalles de mi disfraz. No puedo negar que esta noche me veo increíble; algo en la luz tenue del cuarto, el maquillaje, el disfraz... todo parece estar en su lugar. Incluso mi confianza, que siempre tambalea cuando estoy cerca de él, parece haberse reforzado esta vez.

Eddie aparece detrás de mí, preparándose en su estilo despreocupado de siempre. Su disfraz le queda sorprendentemente bien, resaltando justo lo suficiente para que todas en la fiesta se den cuenta de su presencia. No es nada nuevo, claro; Eddie siempre ha sido de los que dominan la atención sin siquiera intentarlo. Me atrevo a lanzar un cumplido, un comentario ligero, esperando quizá un gesto que me demuestre algo más. “Vas a dejar a muchas chicas suspirando esta noche, ¿eh?” le digo, medio en broma y medio esperando algo más.

Él solo sonríe de esa forma suya, como si nada le importara demasiado, y responde con algún comentario casual. Una broma, un guiño, todo lo que dice sin comprometerse nunca. Siento el orgullo revolverse en mi interior; no puedo dejar que esta sensación se repita más. Y entonces se me ocurre una idea. Lo miro de reojo, y con una sonrisa casi indiferente, suelto: “Bueno, probablemente yo no vuelva esta noche... Un amigo me va a pasar a buscar más tarde, por si quieres traer alguien esta noche.”

La reacción de Eddie es casi imperceptible, apenas un pequeño cambio en su expresión que trato de no leer demasiado, pero está ahí. Y aunque mantengo la mirada en el espejo, noto que su postura se tensa un poco. Por un segundo, me permito disfrutar del poder de haberle dado una pizca de su propia medicina.

De repente, Eddie se inclina hacia mí, tan cerca que casi siento su respiración en mi cuello. Sus manos encuentran mi cintura con la familiaridad de quien sabe exactamente cómo afectarme, incluso sin proponérselo. Su toque es suave, apenas una presión en la piel que me quema de una forma que odio admitir.

Me mira a través del espejo con una sonrisa que tiene algo de desafío y algo de burla. “¿De verdad vas a dejar que otro te lleve esta noche?” Su tono es ligero, como si la pregunta fuera inofensiva, pero sus dedos se ajustan un poco más en mi cintura, manteniéndome firmemente en mi lugar. La tensión entre nosotros es palpable, como si ese simple contacto fuera suficiente para que todo mi plan de olvidarlo se tambaleara.

Mis manos se tensan en el borde del tocador, y me obligo a no mirarlo directamente, a mantener la mirada en mi reflejo. No voy a ceder tan fácil… o al menos, eso me repito en la cabeza mientras intento ignorar el torrente de emociones que él desata en mí con tan solo un roce.

Pero él, como siempre, parece saberlo. Su sonrisa se ensancha, y con esa confianza arrolladora de quien siempre obtiene lo que quiere, añade en voz baja: “¿Por qué buscar en otro lado cuando sabes que aquí tienes todo lo que quieres?”

Siento cómo algo se rompe y algo se despierta dentro de mí al mismo tiempo. Maldigo internamente, odiando la forma en que tiene de hacerme replantear todo. Justo cuando creo que puedo seguir adelante, aparece con esa actitud suya que me hace dudar, que me recuerda por qué me enamoré de él en primer lugar.

“Estúpido Eddie…” murmuro para mí misma, aunque no sé si intento convencérmelo a mí o a él.

Suspiro, tratando de mantener la compostura, y retoco mi labial en el espejo, aprovechando cada segundo para calmarme. Él sigue ahí, observándome como si disfrutara de cada una de mis reacciones. Cuando finalmente termino, me doy la vuelta para verlo y sacudo la cabeza, reprimiendo una sonrisa.

“¿De verdad no había otro disfraz?” le digo, cruzándome de brazos. Lo miro de arriba abajo, notando cómo su disfraz es una versión bastante similar al mío, pero con esos detalles que sólo él podría agregar para hacerlo único… y provocativo.

Él se encoge de hombros con una sonrisa burlona. “¿Qué? Pensé que haríamos buena pareja vampiresca.”

Ruedo los ojos y le doy un ligero empujón en el pecho. “No necesitamos ir a juego.”

Pero por dentro, esa parte de mí que todavía alberga algo de esperanza se pregunta si realmente eligió ese disfraz por casualidad o si, en algún rincón de su mente, quiso hacerme saber que le importa un poco más de lo que está dispuesto a admitir.

Eddie suelta una risa suave y se inclina hacia mí otra vez, con esa cercanía que hace que cada célula de mi cuerpo se ponga en alerta. “No podía dejar que te divirtieras sola, ¿verdad?”

Y ahí está otra vez, haciendo que una chispa de ilusión crezca dentro de mí, aunque sé que no debería. Me muerdo el labio y niego con la cabeza, porque a estas alturas, no puedo dejar que vuelva a quebrar mi orgullo… no de nuevo.

Finalmente, salimos del departamento que compartíamos, y la brisa fresca de la noche de Halloween me envolvió al instante. Eddie seguía haciendo comentarios juguetones mientras caminábamos hacia el auto. Una vez dentro, me acomodé en el asiento del pasajero, pero no podía dejar de pensar en lo que había estado sintiendo últimamente.

Mientras él encendía el motor, miré mi teléfono y vi un mensaje de mi amigo que decía que vendría a la fiesta mas tarde y que nos podiamos encontrar allí. Una mezcla de emoción y nervios me invadió. “Parece que esta noche podría ser más interesante de lo que esperaba,” murmuré para mí misma, pero Eddie lo escuchó.

Sin darme cuenta, él frenó de golpe, y el movimiento me hizo inclinarme hacia adelante, golpeando el cinturón de seguridad. “¿Qué carajos te pasa, Eddie?” le reclamé, irritada y sorprendida.

“Oh, nada, solo asegurándome de que no vayas a volar por la ventana si alguien decide buscarte un poco antes de tiempo,” respondió con una sonrisa que no ocultaba un toque de celos.

Lo miré, confundida. “¿Qué quieres decir con eso?” pregunté, sintiendo una chispa de tensión en el aire. Pero el no respondió.

La incomodidad se instaló entre nosotros mientras me debatía entre sentirme frustrada por sus comentarios y emocionada por la forma en que, incluso en su tono casual, dejaba entrever lo que realmente sentía.

Mientras continuábamos conduciendo, me resultaba cada vez más difícil entender qué le pasaba a Eddie esa noche. Estaba demasiado juguetón con sus comentarios, como si disfrutara de picarme. Aquella mezcla de humor y celos era nueva, y no podía evitar pensar que había algo más detrás de sus palabras.

“¿Por qué estás tan…?” empecé a decir, pero decidí callar. No quería profundizar en eso. La última cosa que necesitaba era complicar más nuestras dinámicas. Me obligué a sacar esos pensamientos de mi mente y concentrarme en la noche que tenía por delante.

“Solo relájate y disfruta, estamos a punto de ir a una fiesta, ¿recuerdas?” murmuré para mí misma, intentando hacer que la emoción del momento opacara cualquier otra inquietud. Había pasado demasiado tiempo deseando que Eddie me prestara atención, y ahora que lo hacía, no sabía cómo manejarlo.

Finalmente, llegamos al lugar de la fiesta, y la música ya resonaba en el aire. Abrí la puerta del auto y respiré hondo, tratando de despejar mi mente. “Vamos, no podemos llegar tarde,” le dije, forzando una sonrisa mientras bajaba del coche, decidida a disfrutar de la noche y dejar atrás cualquier confusión.

La fiesta era un caos encantador. La casa de dos pisos estaba completamente decorada para Halloween: telarañas falsas colgaban de las esquinas, calabazas iluminadas adornaban cada mesita y luces parpadeantes creaban una atmósfera espeluznante pero festiva. La música retumbaba en las paredes mientras la multitud se movía al ritmo de la canción, todos disfrutando de la noche disfrazados de criaturas de la noche y personajes de películas.

Me perdí en el mar de gente, saludando a amigos y conocidos. La noche era justo lo que necesitaba: risas, bailes y un momento para olvidarme de las complejidades. Disfruté de la libertad de dejarme llevar, riendo con amigas y compartiendo anécdotas sobre los disfraces que llevábamos. Pero a pesar de la diversión, había una parte de mí que no podía evitar buscarlo en la multitud.

Era difícil no notarlo. Eddie, con su disfraz de vampiro, se movía con una confianza que atraía las miradas de todos. Cada vez que pasaba cerca, una energía palpable me envolvía. Había algo en su forma de actuar que todavia me hacía dudar.

Más tarde, mientras estaba en la sala, rodeada de amigos, vi a un chico que se acercaba a mí. Era el que había mencionado antes, aquel que iba a pasar a buscarme. Tenía una sonrisa encantadora y una mirada que me hizo sentir emocionada. “¡Hey! Te estaba buscando,” dijo, acercándose y ofreciéndome su mano.

“¡Hola! Perdona, estaba en medio de la fiesta,” respondí, sintiendo que mi corazón se aceleraba un poco al verlo. La química entre nosotros era evidente, y me sentí aliviada al darme cuenta de que él también estaba disfrutando de la noche.

El chico comenzó a hablarme sobre lo que había hecho en la fiesta, y mientras intercambiábamos risas, sentí que Eddie me observaba desde un rincón de la sala. Era una sensación extraña, como si ambos estuviéramos conectados a pesar de la distancia. Sin embargo, decidí concentrarme en el momento y disfrutar de la compañía del chico.

Nos movimos por la fiesta, bailando y riendo.

Mientras charlábamos y reíamos, el chico me sonrió con una expresión cómplice. “¿Te gustaría ir a la cocina a buscar un trago? Escuché que tienen un ponche de Halloween que está increíble,” sugirió, su tono era casual pero atractivo.

“Claro, suena bien,” respondí, sintiendo una chispa de emoción al saber que tendríamos un momento a solas. Me dejé llevar por la idea de disfrutar de la noche y la compañía del chico, dejando de lado mis pensamientos.

Nos dirigimos hacia la cocina, donde la música sonaba más tenue y la iluminación era un poco más cálida. El ambiente era perfecto, y el aroma de las bebidas mezcladas flotaba en el aire. Él se movió hacia la mesa de la cocina, sirviendo dos vasos con el ponche.

“Aquí tienes,” dijo mientras me pasaba uno, sus dedos rozando los míos. El contacto me hizo sonreír, y por un instante, me sentí liviana y despreocupada.

Empezamos a charlar más relajados, compartiendo historias sobre los disfraces que habíamos elegido para la noche. “Me encanta tu disfraz de vampiro.” comentó, mirándome con una sonrisa genuina que hizo que me sintiera bien.

“Gracias, pero creo que tú te ves bastante bien también,” respondí, riendo mientras lo miraba a los ojos. Estaba empezando a olvidarme del caos emocional que había traído a la fiesta, y la química entre nosotros era evidente.

Mientras tomábamos un trago, el chico hizo un gesto hacia el jardín. “¿Te gustaría salir a ver la decoración afuera? Escuché que hay una fogata,” sugirió, y sin pensarlo mucho, asentí.

“si, claro.” exclamé, emocionada por la idea. Quería disfrutar de la noche y dejar que el momento me llevara, al menos por un tiempo.

Salimos juntos al jardín, riendo y disfrutando de la brisa fresca. A lo lejos, la fogata iluminaba el área y creaba un ambiente acogedor. Me sentía libre, y por un momento, olvidé todo sobre Eddie y las complicaciones que solía traer.

Mientras disfrutábamos del aire fresco y reíamos, compartiendo historias sobre nuestras aventuras pasadas, la atmósfera se sentía cada vez más relajada y divertida. La fogata chisporroteaba suavemente, y el calor del fuego contrastaba con la brisa de la noche.

“No puedo creer que viniste a esta fiesta,” dije entre risas, mientras él me contaba sobre una experiencia cómica que había tenido en otra fiesta de Halloween. Su risa era contagiosa, y me encontraba cada vez más cómoda en su compañía.

Justo cuando me preparaba para decir algo más, un grupo de chicos pasaron junto a nosotros, riendo y bromeando. Uno de ellos, evidentemente borracho, perdió el equilibrio y me empujó accidentalmente. “¡Hey!” exclamé, pero antes de que pudiera caer, el chico a mi lado me agarró de la cintura con firmeza, manteniéndome en pie.

Nos encontramos cara a cara, el espacio entre nosotros se redujo drásticamente. Su aliento era cálido y su mirada, intensa. Aquel breve momento me hizo sentir una conexión inesperada, pero decidí mantenerme enfocada en la diversión de la noche.

“Cuidado,” dijo él, una sonrisa juguetona asomando en sus labios, “no quiero que te caigas por culpa de estos locos.”

Reí, tratando de disimular la chispa de tensión que había surgido. “No te preocupes, creo que tengo un buen equilibrio,” respondí, alejándome un poco, aunque su mano aún permanecía en mi cintura.

“¿Quieres salir de aquí? La gente se está poniendo un poco densa,” sugirió él, lanzando una mirada hacia el grupo cercano que comenzaba a reírse más ruidosamente y a acercarse al borde de lo molesto. “Podríamos encontrar un lugar más tranquilo.”

Un alivio recorrió mi cuerpo al escuchar su propuesta. “Sí, eso suena bien,” respondí, y antes de que me diera cuenta, él tomó mi mano y comenzamos a abrirnos camino a través de la multitud.

La música resonaba a nuestro alrededor mientras la gente reía y bailaba. Pero había algo en su presencia que hacía que me sintiera más segura. La idea de intentar algo nuevo me llenaba de emoción.

Sin embargo, justo cuando estábamos a punto de salir, noté una figura familiar en el centro de la sala. Eddie, medio borracho, había levantado la vista y nos estaba mirando con una expresión que no podía descifrar. Su mirada pasó de la diversión a una mezcla de sorpresa y algo más, y en un instante, se acercó rápidamente.

“Ey, ey, ey ¿A dónde crees que vas?” preguntó Eddie, tomando mi brazo con firmeza y deteniéndome en seco. La intensidad en su mirada me hizo detenerme, y sentí un pequeño tirón en mi estómago. “¿No te quedas un rato más?”

El chico a mi lado me soltó, confundido, mientras yo intentaba procesar lo que estaba sucediendo mientras soltaba una risa nerviosa. “Solo íbamos a buscar un lugar más tranquilo,” respondí, tratando de sonar despreocupada, aunque mi corazón latía con fuerza.

Eddie me miró de nuevo, esta vez con una mezcla de celos y preocupación. “¿Por qué no me dijiste que te ibas con él?” su tono era un poco más intenso de lo que esperaba, y podía sentir la tensión en el aire.

“Si te dije que me iba con el, pero estás tan borracho que no te acuerda, solo... vete a casa, Eddie,” le dije, sintiendo que la situación se complicaba cada vez más.

El chico, aún a mi lado, parecía no saber qué hacer con la situación. Eddie, con su agarre en mi brazo, no me dejaba mover. La multitud seguía bailando a nuestro alrededor, pero en ese momento, solo había espacio para nosotros tres.

“No, estoy bien” respondió él, su tono firme aunque un poco tambaleante. “Solo quédate un rato más. No tienes que irte con él.”

El chico a mi lado, confundido por la tensión, miraba de uno a otro sin saber qué hacer. “¿Todo bien aquí?” preguntó, tratando de romper el hielo.

“Sí, todo bien,” respondí rápidamente, sintiendo la incomodidad en el aire. Pero la mirada de Eddie no se apartaba de mí, llena de frustración y algo más profundo que no podía descifrar.

“Vamos, solo un rato más,” insistió Eddie, dando un paso más cerca, ignorando al chico que estaba a mi lado. “No estoy tan borracho, ¿verdad?” trató de hacer una broma, pero su risa sonó más nerviosa que divertida.

“No sé, Eddie,” dije, sintiendo que cada palabra se volvía más difícil de pronunciar. “Quizás deberías pensarlo. De verdad, vete a casa.”

El chico se rascó la nuca, claramente sin saber cómo ayudar. “No quiero interrumpir…” dijo, mirando de reojo entre los dos.

“No es eso, solo… solo estoy tratando de aclarar las cosas,” respondí, intentando evitar el caos que estaba surgiendo.

Eddie se cruzó de brazos, la frustración visible en su rostro. “No quiero que te vayas, eso es todo. ¿Por qué no podemos quedarnos un rato más y disfrutar de la noche?”

La tensión creció, y la mezcla de emociones en el aire era casi palpable. Era como si Eddie intentara aferrarse a algo que ya estaba escapándose de su alcance.

Pero antes de que pudiera dar un paso más, sus pies tropezaron con el suelo y se desplomó, cayendo de espaldas. El golpe resonó en el suelo de la casa, y la gente a nuestro alrededor se giró, algunos riéndose y otros mirándolo con preocupación.

“¡Eddie!” grité, sintiendo una mezcla de frustración y preocupación. Me agaché a su lado mientras algunos amigos se acercaban para ayudarlo. “Dios mio. No puedo creerlo, ¡eres un idiota!” lo maldije entre dientes, sintiendo que la rabia crecía dentro de mí.

El chico a mi lado miraba la escena con sorpresa. “¿Está bien?” preguntó, tratando de contener la risa.

“Claro, solo es un borracho que no sabe cuándo parar,” respondí, sintiendo que mi corazón latía con fuerza. La situación que había intentado evitar se tornaba más complicada de lo que había imaginado.

Mientras ayudaba a Eddie a incorporarse, no podía evitar pensar en lo absurdo de todo esto. ¿Cómo podía seguir sintiendo algo por alguien tan imprudente?

El chico se acercó, preocupado por Eddie. “Déjame ayudarlo. Puedo llevarlo a casa,” ofreció, mirando de reojo a Eddie, que seguía tambaleándose.

“Sí, por favor. Eso sería genial,” respondí, sintiendo que esta era la mejor solución en medio del caos. No tenía ganas de lidiar con sus tonterías ni un segundo más.

Eddie murmuró algo incomprensible, pero el chico lo rodeó con un brazo por sus hombros, guiándolo hacia la salida. A medida que caminábamos hacia el auto, el aire fresco de la noche me despejó un poco la mente. Sabía que no podía dejar que Eddie arruinara mi noche.

Cuando llegamos al departamento, el chico y yo ayudamos a Eddie a entrar. Él se dejó caer en el sillón, y aunque trataba de mantenerse consciente, sus ojos se cerraron lentamente.

“Te dije que no debías beber tanto,” le dije, sintiendo una mezcla de frustración y preocupación mientras me aseguraba de que estuviera cómodo.

El chico me miró después de acomodar a Eddie en el sillón. “¿Te llevo a casa o quieres quedarte un rato más?” preguntó, con una sonrisa amistosa.

“Vivo con él,” respondí, señalando a Eddie, lo que hizo que la atmósfera se tornara un poco incómoda. “Así que tecnicamente estoy en casa.”

“Oh, claro...,” dijo el chico, su sonrisa desvaneciéndose un poco. “No sabía que eran compañeros de cuarto. Es... un poco raro.”

Me encogí de hombros, intentando mantener la conversación ligera. “Sí, bueno, es mas barato pagar la renta.” Sentí que tenía que defender la situación, pero la incomodidad entre nosotros se hacía palpable, dibujando una sonrisa algo nerviosa.

La atmósfera se tornó tensa tras el comentario del chico. “Es... un poco raro,” repitió, mirando a Eddie como si esperara alguna reacción. Yo me sentía atrapada entre querer aclarar las cosas y el deseo de salir de esa incomodidad.

“No es tan raro, solo es un compañero de cuarto,” dije, tratando de restarle importancia. “No pasa nada entre nosotros.”

Él me observó, y pude ver la duda en su mirada. “Ya, claro... pero, ¿no es un poco complicado vivir con alguien así?” cuestionó, frunciendo el ceño.

“Complicado o no, es...simplemente Eddie” respondí, un poco más defensiva de lo que pretendía. La frustración comenzaba a aflorar en mí, y podía sentir que las cosas no se estaban desarrollando como esperaba.

Finalmente, el chico dio un paso atrás, alzando las manos en señal de rendición. “Está bien, no quiero hacerte sentir incómoda,” dijo con un susurro. “Quizás debería irme.”

“No, no es eso,” intenté tranquilizarlo, pero era demasiado tarde. Él dio un paso atrás, murmurando algo sobre que era mejor dejar las cosas así.

“Está bien. Cuídate,” dijo antes de alejarse, dejándome sola en el departamento con Eddie.

Suspiré, sintiéndome frustrada y decepcionada. Había querido que la noche fuera diferente, pero aquí estaba, de nuevo lidiando con los efectos del alcohol en Eddie y la incomodidad que había creado. Me quedé mirando a Eddie en el sillón, preguntándome si alguna vez entendería lo que realmente quería.

Eddie se movió en el sillón y, como si despertara de un profundo letargo, se incorporó con una expresión clara en el rostro. “Era un completo idiota,” murmuró, frotándose los ojos. “Menos mal que no te fuiste con ese tipo.”

Mi indignación creció al escuchar su tono tan lucido. “No me jodas ¿Así que todo esto era un juego para ti?” respondí, cruzando los brazos con fuerza. “¿Estabas fingiendo estar borracho?”

Él se echó a reír, como si fuera la cosa más graciosa del mundo. “Vamos, no es tan grave. Solo estaba probando tus límites.”

La rabia se apoderó de mí. No podía creer lo infantil que era su actitud. “No es una broma, Eddie. No tienes idea de lo que siento, y te comportas como un tonto. ¿Por qué siempre tienes que jugar así?” Mi voz se quebró ligeramente mientras hablaba, la frustración acumulándose en mis palabras.

Eddie se detuvo, su risa se desvaneció. Se acercó un poco más, su expresión cambió a una de seriedad. “Espera... ¿qué quieres decir?” Su mirada se volvió intensa, como si realmente comenzara a entender la profundidad de mis palabras.

“No sé por qué siempre tengo que estar aquí rogando que te des cuenta de lo que hay entre nosotros,” seguí, sintiéndome vulnerable pero decidida. “Es como si no pudieras tomarte nada en serio. Eres tan estúpido a veces.”

Su rostro se suavizó, y la broma que había querido lanzar se desvaneció. Sentí el aire cargado entre nosotros, la tensión palpable. Estaba claro que ambos habíamos llegado a un punto crítico. La pregunta ahora era si estaríamos dispuestos a dar el paso hacia lo que realmente queríamos.

Sentí que las lágrimas comenzaban a acumularse en mis ojos mientras la frustración y el dolor se desbordaban. Me dejé caer en el sillón, sintiéndome atrapada entre la ira y la tristeza. “Siempre he estado aquí, Eddie. Siempre. Pero parece que nunca te das cuenta de lo que siento, simplemente lo ignoras y te comportas como un verdadero imbecil. He estado tratando de ser fuerte, de hacer como si no me doliera, pero no puedo más,” solté, mi voz temblando mientras hablaba.

“Me esfuerzo por seguir adelante, por no esperar nada de ti, pero siempre termino esperando, deseando que alguna vez reconozcas lo que hay entre nosotros. Me haces sentir como si estuviera persiguiendo sombras, como si mis sentimientos no importaran en absoluto.” Las palabras se deslizaban fuera de mí, un torrente de emociones que no podía controlar.

“Siempre eres el primero en divertirte, el que se ríe y juega. Siempre es ‘solo una noche’ o ‘solo diversión’ para ti, pero yo no puedo seguir pretendiendo que eso no me afecta. Quiero más que eso, y es tan frustrante porque sé que tú sientes algo, pero no lo admites. ¿Por qué no puedes simplemente ser sincero conmigo?” Mis ojos se llenaron de lágrimas, y sentí cómo una de ellas se deslizaba por mi mejilla.

Eddie se quedó en silencio, su mirada fija en mí, tratando de absorber cada palabra. Se acercó, y aunque la distancia entre nosotros era corta, me sentía más vulnerable que nunca. “No sabía que te sentías así,” dijo, su voz apenas un susurro.

“Claro, como si no fuera obvio, Ed. Pero estoy cansada. Estoy cansada de estar aquí, esperando que te des cuenta de que soy más que una amiga para ti.” La presión en mi pecho era abrumadora, y la realidad de mis sentimientos se hacía más clara.

“No quiero ser solo una opción para ti.” terminé, sintiéndome expuesta y al borde de las lágrimas. La combinación de la tristeza y la rabia me envolvió, y lo último que quería era que mis sentimientos lo asustaran o lo alejaran aún más.

Eddie se inclinó hacia mí, su expresión cambiando a una de sinceridad profunda. “Yo lo siento mucho, no quería que te sintieras así.”

Mis lágrimas comenzaron a caer libremente, y mientras los sentía deslizarse por mi rostro, comprendí que tal vez, solo tal vez, esta noche podría cambiar todo.

Se acercó lentamente, como si temiera romper la atmósfera delicada que nos rodeaba. Con cuidado, rodeó mi cintura con sus brazos, atrayéndome hacia él. Sentí el calor de su cuerpo, una sensación de protección que me reconfortó en medio de mi tormenta emocional. El silencio se alargó entre nosotros, un espacio en el que mis sollozos comenzaron a calmarse poco a poco, mientras él simplemente me sostenía.

Finalmente, rompió el silencio con su voz suave. “Lo siento de verdad,” dijo, su mirada profunda y sincera. “A veces soy un completo idiota, y no sé cómo reaccionar ante lo que siento. Pero no quiero que pienses que no me importas. Es justo lo contrario.”

Me miró fijamente a los ojos, y en su expresión había una mezcla de juguetonería y seriedad. “La verdad es que tengo miedo, ¿sabes? Miedo de que algo salga mal, de que nuestras risas se conviertan en lágrimas, de que si me atrevo a dar un paso adelante, no sea capaz de manejarlo. No creo que te merezca, pero quiero que sepas que te quiero con todo mi corazón.”

Mientras hablaba, acarició mi rostro con las yemas de sus dedos, secando mis lágrimas con un gesto tierno. Su toque era suave, casi reverente, y sentí cómo la calidez de su cariño comenzaba a calmar mi angustia.

“Lamento ser tan complicado y no saber cómo hacer las cosas bien,” continuó, su voz ahora llena de sinceridad. “No sé cómo manejar lo que siento, pero lo que más deseo es que no me pierdas. No quiero que te vayas.”

Las palabras de Eddie me envolvieron como un manto cálido, y por primera vez en mucho tiempo, sentí que tal vez, solo tal vez, estaba en el camino correcto.

“Ed…” susurré, tratando de procesar todo lo que me estaba diciendo. Su cercanía me llenaba de esperanza, y aunque sabía que había un largo camino por recorrer, su sinceridad me hizo creer que tal vez podríamos enfrentarlo junto

Eddie me abrazó con más fuerza, y, de repente, me sentí vulnerable, atrapada entre sus brazos y el sillón. Antes de que pudiera reaccionar, me tumbó, quedando él encima de mí, mirándome con una sinceridad que me desarmaba. Los latidos de mi corazón resonaban en mis oídos mientras lo observaba, buscando en su mirada alguna pista de lo que realmente sentía.

“Shh,” dijo suavemente, acercándose más. Su rostro estaba tan cerca que podía sentir su aliento cálido sobre mi piel. La luz tenue del departamento jugaba con las sombras, acentuando la intensidad de su mirada. Era un momento tan íntimo que casi podía olvidar lo que había pasado antes, las risas, los celos y la confusión.

“Solo escúchame,” continuó, y sentí que se me aceleraba la respiración. Cada palabra suya era un hilo que tejía un nuevo camino entre nosotros, un camino que temía recorrer, pero que a la vez deseaba con todas mis fuerzas.

Lo miré a los ojos, buscando respuestas. Era difícil ignorar el calor que emanaba de su cuerpo, la forma en que su mirada se posaba en mí como si estuviera intentando grabar cada detalle. “Eddie, ¿qué estás haciendo?” pregunté, mi voz temblorosa.

“No quiero perderte,” dijo, y esas palabras resonaron en mí como un eco. “Sé que he sido un idiota, pero, ¿podríamos intentar ser algo más que amigos esta vez?”

Su sinceridad me golpeó.

“No lo sé, Eddie,” respondí, sintiendo las lágrimas amenazando con escapar nuevamente. “Siempre estás en la cuerda floja entre el chico que me gusta y el que parece no importarle nada.” Mi voz se quebró, y, en un momento de vulnerabilidad, dejé caer mi guardia.

Eddie se acercó un poco más, sus ojos fijos en mí, como si cada palabra que decía contara. “No quiero que te vayas con el primero que se cruce en tu camino solo para olvidarme, y sé que esto es raro, vestidos de vampiros y todo, se que tarde un poco en darme cuenta pero...” bromeó, tratando de aligerar el ambiente, y por un momento, me hizo sonreír a pesar de la tensión.

Era una locura lo que estaba pasando, pero, mientras lo miraba, sabía que había algo real entre nosotros, algo que merecía ser explorado.

Nos miramos en silencio, el mundo exterior desvaneciéndose mientras nuestras miradas se entrelazaban. Era como si el tiempo se detuviera, cada segundo estirándose hasta el infinito, lleno de significado. La habitación se llenó de una energía palpable, y pude sentir el latido de mi corazón resonando en mi pecho.

Eddie, aún inclinado sobre mí, mantuvo su mirada fija en la mía. Sus ojos, llenos de sinceridad, parecían decirme todo lo que nunca había podido expresar. Sentí cómo la distancia entre nosotros se acortaba, un imán invisible atrayéndonos el uno hacia el otro. Era un momento cargado de promesas y posibilidades, de todo lo que podríamos ser.

Finalmente, sus labios se acercaron a los míos, lentos y deliberados, como si temiera que cualquier movimiento brusco pudiera romper el hechizo. Cerré los ojos, sintiendo su aliento cálido acariciar mi piel, y me dejé llevar por la magia del momento. Cuando nuestros labios se encontraron, fue como si todo cobrara vida de nuevo.

El beso fue honesto, lleno de la vulnerabilidad que ambos compartíamos. Sus labios eran suaves, exploratorios, y había una dulzura en su toque que me hizo sentir segura. Me devolvió todo lo que había sentido por él, y en ese instante, todas mis dudas se desvanecieron. Era solo nosotros, envueltos en un mundo que parecía pertenecer únicamente a nosotros dos.

Eddie inclinó un poco su cabeza, profundizando el beso, y la calidez que se expandía en mi pecho me hizo sentir viva. Era un beso lleno de amor, de esa conexión que había anhelado por tanto tiempo. La tensión que había existido entre nosotros se transformó en un sentimiento reconfortante, como si finalmente hubiéramos encontrado nuestro camino de regreso a casa.

Cuando nos separamos, nuestras frentes se tocaron, y sentí su respiración entrecortada mezclándose con la mía. Los ojos de Eddie estaban brillantes, y por un momento, el mundo exterior volvió a existir, pero esta vez, me sentí lista para enfrentar lo que viniera, porque sabía que, a su lado, podría ser quien realmente era.

“¿Qué hacemos ahora?” murmuré, una sonrisa tímida asomándose en mis labios, sabiendo que había dado el primer paso hacia algo nuevo y emocionante.

“Lo que sea que tú quieras,” respondió él, y en su voz, escuché la promesa de un futuro lleno de posibilidades y juguetón.

Lo miré a los ojos, una mezcla de risa y frustración burbujeando en mi interior. “Eres un idiota,” le dije con una sonrisa. “Podrías ser un gran actor con lo que hiciste para parecer tan borracho.”

Eddie soltó una risa baja, intentando mantener la seriedad. “Siempre he sido bueno para hacer teatro. Pero la verdad solo quería asegurarme de que no te fueras con ese tipo.”

Su sonrisa se amplió, y en ese instante, todo lo que nos había separado pareció desvanecerse. Nos miramos, y él se inclinó hacia mí, robándome un beso suave y tierno. Me reí entre los labios de él. “Eres un idiota,” murmuré, mientras él seguía robándome besos, cada uno lleno de cariño y complicidad.

“Quizás debiera seguir actuando así más a menudo,” bromeó, y ambos estallamos en risas, dejando atrás cualquier duda que nos hubiera atormentado.

[i-am-not-a-super-hero]

My Candy Love New Gen is finally out!!!!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳 So I went ahead and played the first chapter a bunch of times, here are the answers I chose in case they can be useful to someone else :3 (spanish only since that's my main server)

/neutral +positive -negative

Zahra: Bueno, ¿quieres beber algo, Ysaline?

Un zumo de naranja está bien. /

Como tú, un café será perfecto. /

Sí, me apetece un té, si hay. /

Zahra: …

¡Y también pienso disfrutar de ella! No creo que mi próxima casa tenga piscina… /

¡Y cuando vuelvas ya me habré ido! /

Y me salvas la vida, de verdad. No me quedaré mucho tiempo… /

Zahra: Por cierto, Ysaline, ¿qué esperas de este nuevo comienzo?

(REBELDE) Quiero tomarme la revancha. /

(DULCE) Pues la verdad es que espero que vaya mejor que en EPMC… -Tasha

(ENÉRGICA) ¡Quiero arrasar en mi nuevo trabajo! +Tasha

Zahra: ¡Qué experiencia más terrible! ¡Podría haber hecho que Ysaline se desencantara del amor para siempre!

(REBELDE) Ignoraré los consejos de una adolescente de dieciséis años. -Tasha

(DULCE) No te preocupes por eso, mamá. /

(ENÉRGICA) Lo que tengo muy claro es que el siguiente que intente jugar conmigo va a pasar un mal rato. +Tasha

CONJUNTO: 40 PAS

Archibald: Pero lo que no sabía es que tú también habías decidido venir aquí…

De momento, estoy en casa de mamá. REGALO TAKI

Llevo muy poco tiempo, acabo de llegar… /

Para ser sincera, lo cierto es que no he tenido elección. /

Roy: Y no entiendo cómo es posible que no me haya fijado en ti…

(REBELDE) ¿En serio ese es tu mejor piropo?

(DULCE) No pasa nada, a veces pasa… /

(ENÉRGICA) No te preocupes, a mí también me pasa cuando corro. +

Thomas: …

(REBELDE) ¿Y por eso llegas tarde? /

(ENÉRGICA) Creo que la primera hora ya ha pasado, no deberíamos demorarnos más. -

(DULCE) ¿No te gusta madrugar? A mí, tampoco… +

Thomas: …

(DULCE) Siento que tengas que encargarte de esto… -

(REBELDE) Estoy de acuerdo contigo: el papeleo es un rollo. +

(ENÉRGICA) Es increíble. ¡Me atrevería a decir que no te gusta el papeleo! /

Thomas: Es de buena calidad y estás de frente.

(REBELDE) Vale… Pero es mejor poner en el pase la foto que he traído. -

(ENÉRGICA) En realidad, tiene bastante gracia… ¡Creo que me acostumbraré! +

(DULCE) Bueno… Tal vez podrías haberme preguntado mi opinión antes… /

Thomas: Es una foto tuya, se te reconoce, y estás guapa… ¿no?

En este caso concreto, no, la verdad es que no. /

¿Intentas arreglarlo con un cumplido? /

De verdad, ¿tú crees? /

Thomas: …

Mi madre es rica, pero yo no. /

Así es, mi madre es arquitecta, y es bastante conocida en el sector… /

Preferiría que guardaras tus comentarios para ti… /

Thomas: …

(REBELDE) Déjalo. ¿Puedo dar una vuelta, para conocer la oficina? IMAGEN

(ENÉRGICA) ¡Esperaba que al menos me presentaras a todo el mundo!

(DULCE) Quizá podrías enseñarme un poco la oficina… /

Thomas: ¿Qué te apetece?

Nada, estoy bien, gracias…

¿Qué te apetece a ti? /

Déjame mirar a ver qué hay… IMAGEN

Thomas: …

Un zumo de tomate. Es estimulante… /

Un chocolate caliente, si está bueno. /

Un café está bien. /

Amanda: Tú debes de ser la nueva. Soy Amanda de Lavienne.

(DULCE) (Le estrecho la mano sonriendo) +

(REBELDE) Deduzco que tú debes de ser la veterana. Soy Ysaline. /

(ENÉRGICA) ¡Sí! Me llamo Ysaline. ¿¡Me das dos besos!?

Roy: …

¿Qué te parece esta, en forma de dinosaurio? ¿¡No es muy bonita!? / ESCRITORIO PREHISTÓRICO

Mira, una verdadera silla de oficina: móvil, con buen apoyo lumbar, sobria… / ESCRITORIO ERGONÓMICO

La silla redonda es bonita, ¿no? Me gusta, y parece cómoda… / ESCRITORIO AGRADABLE

Brune: ¿Qué te hagamos un montón de preguntas?

(REBELDE) De momento solo van tres. Creo que podré soportarlo. +Elenda

(DULCE) Toda va bien, gracias. Y sí, ya he encontrado mi mesa. /

(ENÉRGICA) Lo ideal sería tenerlas todas por escrito, para poder responder a mi ritmo. +Brune

Brune: Yo creo que al final, estamos mucho mejor aquí.

La empresa en sí misma estaba bien… pero la gente que trabajaba allí… +Brune

Digamos que ha sido… instructivo. Pero quería cambiar a otra cosa. /

Yo también lo creo. Allí, el ambiente era insoportable. +Elenda

COMEDOR – ROY

Roy: …

¡Perdona, es que es muy raro!

Aquí todo el mundo sabe que haces… ¿qué exactamente? IMAGEN

Voy a dejarte entonces, antes de no poder parar de mirar esos abdominales…

Roy: Dos series de cincuenta. Tampoco quiero quedar molido…

(REBELDE) ¡Ah, claro! Después de hacer jogging, cien flexiones… ¡Qué menos!

(ENÉRGICA) ¿En dos series? ¡Eso es para principiantes! IMAGEN

(DULCE) Vale, no quería molestarte… Te dejo. /

SALA DE REUNIONES – AMANDA

Amanda: ¿Puedo hacer algo por ti?

Quizá… Aún me estoy adaptando… /

Pues… No. Pensaba que la sala estaba vacía… Perdona.

Amanda: Vengo de una familia privilegiada. No voy a renegar de ella por eso.

(REBELDE) No hay por qué avergonzarse, pero no me gustan demasiado los interrogatorios. /

(ENÉRGICA) Tienes razón. No me avergüenzo de ello, es más, todo lo contrario. -

(DULCE) No, por supuesto. Es solo que no me gusta alardear de ello. +

Amanda: …

(No me muevo. Mala suerte para la abeja reina.)

(Me precipito a ayudarla a recogerlo todo.) IMAGEN

(Por curiosidad, aprovecho para intentar leer los papeles…)

DESPACHO DE DEVON – DEVON

Devon: Ven, Ysaline, puedes entrar.

(Entro en el despacho y me indica que me siente) +

No, eres muy amable, pero no quiero molestar…

Devon: ¿Quieres que firmemos tu contrato, quizá? Lo tengo aquí…

¡Encantada! ¡Es increíble lo rápido que va todo esto! /

¡Estupendo! Casi me esperaba pasar una entrevista de trabajo.

Devon: No aceptaba un no por respuesta.

(DULCE) Estupendo… Una vez más, mi madre es quien lo ha hecho todo. +

(REBELDE) Ya te digo. Habría podido comprar toda la empresa.

(ENÉRGICA) ¿¡En serio!? ¡Si es así, prefiero ir a buscar a otro sitio!

Devon: Y cuando lo hayas leído, podrás firmarlo…

(ENÉRGICA) (Me tomo un minuto para leer rápidamente las páginas.) IMAGEN

(DULCE) Vale, bien. Confío en ti.

(REBELDE) ¿Te importa si me lo llevo a casa para leerlo más tranquilamente?

[run2seob]

txt with a mexican s/o

p: ot5 txt x mexican!reader g: fluff, bullet pointed head cannons w: written in spanglish notes — no soy mexicana , así q corríjame porfa ㅠㅠ request :: masterlist

SOOBIN

este conejito-

take him to the zoo y mira lo q hace: go straight to the bunnies

he's in his habitat jajaj

it would be so fun

peroo...

después de eso solo lo llamas conejito y no tiene ni idea

"conejito ven aquí!" cuando quiero un besito

or if you're tired y deprived of cuddles "conejitoo~"

you say it todos los días pero él todavía no sabe lo que significa

cuando el te preguntas, you'll be so surprised.. jaw para abajo y todo

"you didn't know..?"

"no :(" con la expression adorable

how could you not be absolutely in love cuando se ve así?

"conejito es un bunny" and you boop his nose afterwards

q lindo T0T

YEONJUN

he's so excited to meet your parents ><

you've been dating paraa... 2 años?

where it's not pushing "ey cásate conmigo" but you're still clingy and in love como las telenovelas

cuando llegues, he'll be smiling so wide :(

como el modismo "smiling ear to ear", he's doing just that

his teeth are shining through and it's so cutee

as soon as you step inside, your parents are attached to him

"ah sir-" "llámame papi" (o papa)

ai he's so happy afterwards, *especially* when the food comes out

ojalá q he doesn't get a stomachache from cuantos tamales que comio

he's smiling the entire time 😭😭

su amorcito

BEOMGYU

un mexicano at heart

si pones en un cuarto mid festival he'll fit right in

y sii, el no sabes NI español (save: hola y si)

pero if the times he's repeatedly yelling "sii!" whenever he's happy doesn't say enough that's he's trying

(or maybe that the chaos is so loud that even beomgyu puedes entenderlo)

then the fact that he's talking to your little cousins should prove it

"vas a casarte con yn?" (and yeah it's nosy.. but i mean can you blame them for asking? you two look way too cute together with your hand guiding him everywhere and smile being one he can easily find)

"i hope so."

TAEHYUN

he's always using pet names on you i'm heavy on thiss

"mi alma, what's wrong?" whenever you're crying

and he says it with such a soft tone q te recuerda a casa

his hands would come up to cup your cheeks softly, moving away your worries and your tears in one movement

he wouldn't kiss you just yet, as he wants permission

but you can see in his eyes, even without his lips against your face or lips how much he loves you

"mi amor.. you can tell me anything"

HE'S SO SWEET WITH IT (get me someone like taehyun if you can. please.

truly someone to court you just with two words. or one.

el es un magician

KAI

kai y amor joven >>>

lt's say you met… middle school? older or younger no se, es tu imaginación 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

anYWAYS

everybody is opening clubs in whatever year it is he's walking around with his overalls, his hair bouncing in each step because he's just so excited to promote robotics club

pero nadien really focuses on robotics… but he loves it a lot

y tu también, and when two people are the only two in a club.. 😻

jaja pero let's just say that the language barrier messed you up a lott so you only talked through code and making each other things through code

un corazón, por ejemple

y cuando you got separated and met again YEARSS later

you can finally show him the heart you never got to show him before and grow your budding love again

notes — i'm not sure if i'll make a full english vers. but lmk ^^

[cajon-desastre]

Hola Carmen, me encantan tus citas y los GIFs que las acompañan, suelen ir a la par del tema del día pero me gustaría conocer tu opinión acerca de todo este lío si no te importa comentarlo. Asumo que igual no te sientes cómoda con mi petición así que si consideras oportuno no contestarme lo entenderé.

Siempre me has parecido muy sincera y equilibrada en tus comentarios, un beso guapa.

Hello Carmen, I love your quotes and the GIFs that accompany them, they usually go along with the topic of the day but I would like to know your opinion about this whole mess if you don't mind commenting on it. I assume that you may not feel comfortable with my request, so if you consider it appropriate not to answer me, I will understand. You have always seemed very sincere and balanced in your comments, a kiss pretty.

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Hi Anon, thank you for your kind words 🥰

I don't mind commenting, what happens is that I don't usually give much air to these things because what is sought, precisely, is to give them visibility and increase the drama, something that I don't usually lend myself to, only just enough when there are things that are too obvious which you can see here and here.

But you asked me for an opinion and this is what I can give you:

Disappointment and frustration would be the first words.

Ridiculous and hasty the second.

Disaster and control damage the third.

As a fan, it is not the way I would like for people I like to follow and support, but it is something that is not going to affect my life any more than the time I can dedicate to creating content or reading other bloggers. I understand that people may be very upset by the latest events and I see that, above all, they are recent fans, or those who have been there for a short time, for the most part.

I don't know, maybe I've been here for many years and I've seen everything. I am vaccinated against this nonsense that becomes cyclical and that is always a consequence of some previous event that is usually related to the shipper side and the image that is wanted to be transmitted to the general public, not to the fandom that is attentive to any movement or fact.

I have always wanted my attitude to be Zen, trying to take what happens on this side of the fence with resignation and humor. It's also because I try to compartmentalize what the fandom is and what the series and the books are. Enjoying the only thing that is stable within this madness despite Starz's mismanagement.

I could summarize that the situation is more of the same and I do not rule out that, when this situation passes, we will encounter new shenanigans. They seem to be one-tricks, and as long as it works, that's what we'll continue to see.

I also recommend that you read @outlanderskin in this post. Her thoughts are very similar to mine right now.

Thanks for the appreciation and I hope that Google translation makes this understandable 😘

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Hola Anon, gracias por tus amables palabras 🥰 No me importa comentar, lo que pasa es que no suelo darle mucho aire a estas cosas porque lo que se busca, precisamente, es darles visibilidad y aumentar el dramatismo, algo a lo que no suelo prestarme. Sólo lo suficiente cuando hay cosas demasiado obvias que puedes ver aquí y aquí. Pero me pediste opinión y esto es lo que puedo darte: Decepción y frustración serían las primeras palabras. Ridículo y precipitado el segundo. Desastre y control de daños el tercero. Como fan, no es la forma en que me gustaría que las personas a las que me gusta seguir y apoyar, pero es algo que no va a afectar mi vida más que el tiempo que puedo dedicar a crear contenido o leer a otros bloggers. Entiendo que la gente pueda estar muy molesta por los últimos acontecimientos y veo que, sobre todo, son fans recientes, o que llevan poco tiempo, en su mayoría. No lo sé, tal vez llevo muchos años aquí y lo he visto todo. Estoy vacunado contra este despropósito que se vuelve cíclico y que siempre es consecuencia de algún evento previo que suele estar relacionado con el lado shipper y la imagen que se quiere transmitir al público en general, no al fandom que está atento a cualquier movimiento o hecho. Siempre he querido que mi actitud sea zen, intentando tomarme lo que pasa de este lado de la valla con resignación y humor. También es porque trato de compartimentar qué es el fandom y qué son las series y los libros. Disfrutando de lo único que hay estable dentro de esta locura a pesar de la mala gestión de Starz. Podría resumir que la situación es más de lo mismo y no descarto que, cuando esta situación pase, nos encontremos con nuevas travesuras. Parecen ser de un solo truco, y mientras funcionen, eso es lo que seguiremos viendo. También te recomiendo que leas a @outlanderskin en este post. Sus pensamientos son muy similares a los míos en este momento.

Gracias por el aprecio y espero que la traducción de Google haga esto comprensible 😘

[the-californicationist]

¡Hola Cali! 🩷 Te dejé un mensaje con un DILF que pesqué hace algunas semanas, pero creo que se perdió por aquí o no pudiste leerlo. ¡Te extraño tanto! El trabajo me está consumiendo porque estamos en plena campaña política y solo quiero que termine, con el mejor resultado, e ir a descansar (y escribir).

Leí que estabas de vacaciones o algo así. ¡Espero que la estés pasando increíble! *Besito en la frente*

Vine con una idea que me está rondando la cabeza: Precio como candidato a Senador y Lector asesor, deciden mandar todo a la verg* y simplemente ACEPTAN QUE ESTÁN ENAMORADOS Y TIENEN SEXO CALIENTE Y DESORDENADO.

*guiño guiño*

Griss!! Lamento mucho la demora, mi amor. Espero que esto sea lo que esperabas <3

After serving in the SAS, John Price has decided to run for a seat in the House of Commons. You are one of his closest political advisors, helping him deal with a runoff election. The only problem? Your incurable crush on your giant, hot, bearded, future member of Parliament.

English translation of the ask: Senator!Price and Advisor!Reader, decide to send everything to hell and simply ACCEPT THAT THEY ARE IN LOVE AND HAVE HOT AND MESSY SEX.

Unfortunately, this fic is in English, but if you are looking for Spanish-language fics, please go read (and reblog!) @pricesugarwife and her amazing work!! She's the best!

The Runoff

The tremble in your hand wouldn’t be abated by the drink you clasped in it, the alcohol losing the battle against your nerves, and the brown neck of the beer bottle kept waving in little shivers, giving your fears away. You squeezed the glass tighter, feeling the sticky glue of the label you’d picked bare, its shards still caught under your fingernails, but you kept trying to control your muscles; mind over matter. 

Only the blue, hazy glow of the computer screen reflected in your eyes as you watched the election results come in. Down twenty-two, up seventeen, down four, up twelve; you watched the number fluctuate as if it was your life hanging in the balance. Hell, this wasn’t even your race. 

But, it sure felt like it was. You were entrenched in this campaign, elbow-deep in the muck of it, wearing its failures like dark purple bruises and its successes like lipstick-stained kisses, feeling the highest of highs and trudging through the lowest of lows. Every rally felt like a homecoming, and every debate put your nerves on edge. More than anything, you believed in your work. You stuffed envelopes and pressed flyers into the palms of your fellow constituents as if you were bringing them food for their empty bellies, passing out prayers for their unsaved souls. It was the most important work you’d ever done. 

You needed John Price to win. 

Being elected to the House of Commons was a big deal for an independent in his district. Luckily, John’s reputation quietly but effectively preceded him. His service to the RAF and SAS, his commitment to defeating agents of terror, his loyalty to the Crown – all of it gleamed just like the shining medals that hung on his chest, even if he grumbled about them. Despite his distaste for pomp, he sure did wear it well. The accolades looked good on his broad chest, each one more splendid than the last, all lined up in neat, indomitable rows. 

Maybe I should spend more time looking at my stat sheets than his uniform, you thought, feeling guilty at just how many times you’d turned on incognito mode and searched for his award ceremony on YouTube.

The video had a few hundred thousand views, but it felt like most of those were from you. Seeing him walk out on stage, every bit the hero they’d introduced him as, made your breath catch in your throat. His sharp hat, the starched fabric of his coat, the bright, red sash slashing across his big, heavy body… you wanted to feel him sinking his weight on top of you, that power stealing your breath away, crushing your ribs, stopping your lungs from gasping in their precious oxygen. You wanted to feel the cold of those shining brass buttons upon your breasts, their rounded edges curling and chilling your heated flesh. You wanted the stubble of his beard to burn your soft cheek. 

You wanted John Price, and that would be a huge mistake. The last thing he needed was tabloid pictures with a garish, screaming title like “MP CANDIDATE SNOGGING HIS OWN STAFF!” No, you wouldn’t embarrass him like that. You wouldn’t risk it. Even if the way that he looked at you across the war room table made you think that you could, you would never. His seat was too critical. 

You needed John Price to win. 

Your eyes flashed up to the screen, again, noticing a change in the counting. You watched the numbers slow their terrible give and take, the shifting ups and downs slowly trickling to a halt. You did a double take, checking the clock. The recount was over. It was a tie.

Your phone started to buzz. Then another. Before you took your next breath, it was vibrating fast enough to cancel out each subsequent ping, like a barrage of alerts, all fighting for the front of the line. You shut it down, hoping you could get a kill command through the thunderous notification storm. Finally, the screen went dark, and you saw yourself staring back through the black mirror, startled to see your sunken eyes, as if you were confronting a stranger. You kept the dead phone centered in your hand, gazing into your own face just a little longer as if to ask what she was looking at, daring her to flinch. 

“Yours, too?” 

A dark, smoldering voice rumbled toward you through the quiet of your shared office. You snapped your head to find him leaning against the doorway, the collar of his oxford missing its tie, unbuttoned thrice, wrinkled and lilting from sweat and rain and the stress of the day. His beard was shaggy, and his five o’clock shadow bristled across his neck, spreading on his cheeks as he gave you a half-smile, wiggling his dead phone in the air. 

“Yeah,” you sighed, coming back to yourself, “Don’t look now, but Twitter is going absolutely mental.”

You pointed your chin at the screen, tilting your head up and leaning back in your chair so that he could look over your shoulder. There was barely a meter between the wall and the desk, so between you and the chair, John needed to lean close to see the final score. As he watched the screen, you watched the pulse of his heart beat through the wide vein in his neck. You could smell his musk, the human of his earthly form filling your nose and mouth, then his aftershave, fading, only the woody base notes remaining. A lingering scent of his favorite cigars clung to his hair and clothes. He smelled like a fire, a whirling inferno of vanilla and licorice and sweet tobacco that you had grown to love, to crave. 

“Christ. A fuckin’ runoff. As if I haven’t put you lot through enough already.” He shook his head, crossing his thick arms across himself, sighing from a resigned frustration. 

“We wouldn’t do it if we didn’t believe it was worth it,” you murmured in a hushed half-tone, your voice almost gone from all the shouting and mayhem you’d been a part of earlier when they’d called for a recount, “We believe in you, John.”

His smile widened, not enough to show those straight, white teeth, but enough to soften his eyes as he looked down at you. He tapped you on the shoulder and motioned for you to come with him. 

As he disappeared through the door, you followed him into the office hallway, past the common room, scooting past half-dead interns, rabid with a new task. One of them was juggling three phone calls at once, but another was curled up beneath her desk fast asleep using a cheap fleece blanket for comfort. Your campaign office had been through Hell, and it was far from over. 

A few of them tried to stop you and ask some questions, but you put them off, telling them to take a breather, get their minds right before making another phone call, and you continued to follow John as he led you through the winding office maze. 

Finally, he pulled you into his office, grabbing your forearm with some force, and locking the door behind you. 

“Got a surprise for you,” he said, pulling out two white bags from under his desk. 

You smelled it before he revealed it to you, and you couldn’t help but gape in excitement,

“Is that… oh, my God. Is that Padella’s? Are you serious right now?”

You helped him tear into the bags like a feral hound, ripping at the tight plastic bow, pulling out the takeaway boxes greedily and without shame.

His grin was smug and satisfied as he watched you open the box and take in a huge whiff of the hot food, 

“Yeah, it is. The seafood alfredo, right? Your favorite.”

“John,” you said his name like he had given you something far more salacious than food, ignoring his rolling chuckle, eager to get a morsel in your mouth as soon as you could. 

“If I knew it’d get you to say my name like that, I’d bring it by every bloody night,” he laughed, hiding his pleasure under a joking tone. He leaned in closer to the open takeaway box, peering inside, “Go on, love. Give us a bite.”

“This is how you know I’m devoted to the John Price campaign,” you joked with him, raising your eyebrows with some sass as you prepared a forkful for him. You speared a juicy scallop, twirling some pasta around on the plastic tines of the single-use utensil, crafting the perfect bite for him. “Giving you first dibs?”

“Lucky bloke, me,” he said quietly, winking at you. 

You pulled the fork into position, lining it up with his mouth, and you watched him open up those full lips for you, showing you his flat, pink tongue that bent to anticipate the creamy taste of the pasta. You placed it gently inside, the act of feeding one of the most dangerous men in the world suddenly too intimate, too endearing. His eyes watched you through the whole ritual, only fluttering closed when he shut his lips and began to chew his bite, savoring the flavors. 

He let out a long groan, the sound of which made you want to squeeze your thighs together, your mind repeating it over and over like an echo, imagining your name falling in between his ragged, guttural sighs. You felt your cheeks run hot.

“Mm, fuck,” he smiled, talking with his mouth half-full, “That is damn good.”

You took your own bite, nodding, tasting the buttery alfredo, the perfectly-cooked noodles, and the light, savory scallop. It was almost better than sex. Almost. 

Sharing the same fork, since you only had the one, you and John traded bites, sitting in silence for a while before the conversation turned back to work.

“They wanna put us in the runoff in less than ten days,” he said ruefully, understanding that timeline would be a brutal one.

“Ten days? Are they trying to kill us? The interns are falling asleep standing up,” you sighed, exaggerating a little, but making your point. 

“You should head home. Get some rest. I’ll hold down the fort here, love,” John said, wiping a smear of stray alfredo off of his lip decisively. 

You balked,

“No. Absolutely not. I can’t leave you now, not when we’re this close to winning this thing.”

He studied you for a moment, leaning his hulking forearms on his desk, spreading his wide hands across the soft wood of its tabletop, letting you see the small muscles in his hands as they stretched and pulled across his bones. He looked down at the space between his palms, grounding himself before he spoke, his voice just above a whisper, 

“You make me feel like it’s actually possible.” 

You reached out, your hand holding onto his wrist, making him look up to meet your eyes,

“John. It is possible. You’ve got Stallworth’s endorsement. Marchande will lose if you can get the Labor constituents behind you. I’ve run the numbers. Believe me, you can do this.”

“I can’t do it without you,” he frowned a bit, his brow knitting together, the timbre of his voice low and steady. 

You smiled up at him, feeling his fingers lace themselves into yours, experimentally testing the boundaries of his touch, 

“I’m here until the bitter end,” you let out a short laugh, nervous from how good it felt to be held in his hands, “And probably even after that.”

John was silent for a while, his thumbs massaging your knuckles in little, slow circles, his touch becoming more and more sensual, and then, he abruptly pulled away, leaving your palms face up on the table, your fingers bent in the shape of a shallow bowl as if begging to be filled. But, you remained empty, so you pulled your hands back to your lap, suddenly unsure, your body wanting his touch but mentally feeling as if you shouldn’t ask for it back.

He looked away, staring past you at the closed door and muttered, 

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” You challenged, keeping your volume as low as his, not wanting to break the fading spell you had cast over each other. 

“I ask too much of you.”

You listened to the words as he sent them out, hearing two implications fighting within that one phrase. 

Too much of my time, or too much of my body? You wondered. 

So, you tried to make it easy on him. You didn’t want to be the distraction that ruined his race. You stood, closing up the box of food, cleaning off the tiny smear of alfredo that painted the corner of his desk. He stood with you, waving you off of the mess, taking over to clean it himself. 

The bag rustled, the box popped hollowly as he closed it, paper and cardboard and plastic all swishing and clattering, a cacophony of noise. And then… a deeply still silence. 

He was standing right in front of you, too close for you to think straight. You let yourself linger there, leeching the warmth from his heavy body and taking it into yourself, letting it seep into your skin. You vowed to keep the memory of it in some recess of your mind, saving it for dessert when you could be alone to savor its silky texture, tasting a ghost of all of the mirror universes where you knew what it felt like to be covered in him.

Suddenly, you felt his finger under your chin, a coaxing pressure, lifting your face to look at him. It was hard to look into his eyes. Some part of you knew that the moment he peered into them, when he studied what they were trying to hide, he would know your secret. He would be able to see all of your guilt, all of your stolen pleasure, all of the nights where your hand tried to replicate his presence, working itself between your legs to indulge in your fantasies about being taken by him, about serving him not as his campaign advisor but as his woman; his shelter and his release. He would look into your face and he would immediately know that you dreamed of being used like his own personal toy, helping him unwind after the stress of this election, putting all of his frustrations into you as he pounded himself into your mouth or between your spread legs, using you like a salve on a burn.  

But, you showed him anyway. Your eyes flicked up to his, and you let him see it. 

John towered over you, his shadow darkening your vision, framing you with his round shoulders. He had his thumb pressed just below your bottom lip, opening your mouth a little, watching your breathing crash heavy into your lungs.  

You stood frozen in place, watching as his neck bent over you, the great trunk of his body craning down, shading you, closing around you like the boughs of an immense oak, promising that you were safe here nestled in his roots, some sort of primal argument, convincing you to stay still so he could devour you in peace. A rabbit, statuesque beneath the snarl of a wolf.

His face was now upon yours, close enough for you to see the little silver scars that crossed over his cheek and brow, hints at a dangerous life, whispers of old pain. A light spattering of freckles littered the bridge of his nose, fanning out beneath those pale blue eyes he had fixed on your mouth, staring into it as if hypnotized.

Finally, when he was near enough to taste your air, to feel the heat of your breath against his mouth, his lips broke their seal, opening in anticipation of another first bite, another chance to sate a different type of hunger. 

His lips brushed yours, every moment taking an eon to pass, seconds stretching into thousands of hours, the office, the building, the city melting away from you like wax from a flame, the world giving way to dark infinity, and you opened your mouth to taste him, allowing your tongue to slip over your teeth so that you could know the sweetness of the smooth skin of his lip. 

The moment you touched him, you were taken. He crashed into you, his mouth to your mouth, his chest to your chest, scooping you up like a greedy falcon, trapping you in his arms, flying away with you. Or falling? You felt like you were falling; like you had leapt too high and now would tumble through the sky forever, whirling helplessly. He tasted of the rich alfredo, and of his cigars, buttery and rich, masculine and heady. He was prying your jaw apart with his own, eager to fill your cheeks with his broad, heavy tongue. John pulled back just enough to allow you to take a breath, but he returned, unable to stop himself, softly sucking at your bottom lip, slanting his mouth over yours, the fever in him beginning to cool. Then, he pulled back altogether, resting his forehead against yours, his eyes wrenched closed, his body heaving from his desperate breaths. 

He leaned back, staring at you with a worried look on his face, his voice deep and gravelly, a demonic purr, 

“I… I’m so sorry.”

You nodded, lowering your eyes, 

“I know. We can’t.”

“Can’t?” He panted, still reeling, looking at you like he was lost, like you knew the way out, “Do you want this? Me?”

You leaned your head into the strength of his hands as he cradled your skull, drunk on hope,

“More than you know. But, I don’t want to distract–”

John lunged at you, his mouth pressing to yours again, hurting you with his power. The weight of his jaw crashing into your lips, making you wonder if you would bleed from it, your own teeth cutting into the delicate membrane inside. But, he didn’t seem to care. He wasn’t concerned with your comfort. He was only there to consume you, to steal your breath, to drink your soul from your throat. 

He moved his body against you like a python, curling and squeezing you with his arms, constricting your movements, pushing and pulling you this way or that, whatever would give him deeper access to your pink tongue. His aggression shocked you, and it was everything you could do to just keep your balance, unsteady on your feet, your hands clutching at his waist for support. 

John’s kissing made you feel weak, like he was drugging you, forcing your mind into a daze. You tried to remember why you had tried to stop this from happening, unable to even imagine a consequence. You felt his hands wander away from your face, rushing down your neck, finding your breasts and roughly fondling them over your shirt. You’d ripped off your bra long ago, hot and tired, needing relief. 

When he realized that your heavy tits were hanging freely, hidden beneath your oversized button-down, you felt him shudder, groaning into your mouth at the mere fantasy of seeing them, of marking your nipples in dark hickeys as he suckled you, letting his teeth tattoo his claim on your flesh. 

You were brought back to the physical world when you felt your ass shoved into the long edge of the desk, stopping his forward progress. He pulled away from the kiss and stared down at you with a look that made you feel as if you might be in some kind of danger, even if you were relishing every fearful moment of it. 

John had only shown you this expression once before. You’d been working late again, trying to keep yourself awake by brewing coffee in the break room. There’d been an incident or two with one of the interns, a bloke who didn’t know how to take no for an answer. You’d shut him down twice, and now, you hadn’t realized he had followed you inside the small kitchenette. This time, he wasn’t asking, and when you felt his hand on your neck, you’d screamed, fighting back, but not making much difference. Mere seconds later, John had marched in wearing this same expression stretched across his face. 

It was a sort of ravenous joy, almost playful, but it was terrifying. He’d broken the intern’s wrist in his crushing grip, and then his jaw bone, striking the smaller man down to the dirty, tile floor with a single, cracking punch. Then, he’d stared at you, trying his best to control his visage, to push down that fiery arousal. Eventually, he was back under control, helping you out of the office, checking you for any wound, no matter how minor, worrying himself over you, promising that you’d never see that arsehole again. And you never did. You’d put it out of your mind until just this moment, always having more work to do. But now, you wondered if that intern was still walking around out there or if John had let his old ways return just for that evening. He was always good at eliminating threats. 

You had assumed that his feral heat had been for the fight, an expression of rage. But now, you thought that perhaps it had been for you. The thought that this reckless lad had dared to put his hands on something that John had claimed as his own, righteously possessive over you to the point of fury, baring his teeth and curling his lip into a lupine snarl, briefly revealing his wrath before tamping down on it and hiding it from you out of fear that you would not agree to be his. 

Now, he was not controlling his face. There was no polite gentleness in his eyes, no casual ease in his shoulders, no respectful distance between your body and his. No; now that you were in his grasp, he had no plans to let you go free. 

He grabbed you around your waist, his fingers cutting into your full form, squeezing your hips and lifting you with ease onto the desktop. He distracted you with kisses, lulling you back into a hazy, pleasure-filled lust, making you aware of his desire by shoving himself between your thick thighs, the threat of his heavy erection pressing through his slacks and onto the crotch of your jeans. 

Your body reacted on instinct. You felt yourself widening your legs and canting your hips to rub against his hardon like you were in heat, your biology doing everything it could to get his attention. 

But, you had it regardless. He tugged off your shirt with a deft sort of accuracy that took your breath away. When he let his eyes drink in the sight of your round breasts, peaked with smooth, puffy nipples, his rushed movements stilled, and you waited while he studied you, reaching out his fingers to see if you were as soft as you looked. As he discovered the truth, his big fingers wrapping around each of your heavy tits, applying pressure, caressing the sides of them, feeling the thin ridges of your stretch marks, plucking delicately at each nipple, looking up at your face to watch your reactions; all the while, you could feel the throb of his fat cock fighting to touch you through your clothes. 

Then, his touch became feverish again. Instead of a caress, it was a burning friction; instead of tender plucking, it was a shocking pinch. He was making you writhe beneath his hands, manhandling your tits to his own end, enjoying your whimpering cries of pain that fizzled into bright pleasure, the pressure of his dick against your sex making you aware of the growing wetness there, your panties proving your desire to you, warm and slippery. 

You reached up your hand to touch his chest, mimicking his affection, admiring the firm muscle that spanned beneath your palms. Your fingers found the gap between his buttons, running through the dense patch of hair that lay on his sternum, raking your nails lightly across his skin. He furrowed his brow, wanting more, looking down at your touch and starting to unbutton his dress shirt. Within seconds, he was peeling it off of his shoulders, leaving it rumpled and inside-out on the floor. 

Sitting up, you started to explore him with your mouth, letting your lips drag along his furry skin, licking your way across to his highest ribs, to that sensitive spot just below his armpit, changing your gentle exploration into a sucking, lustful kiss, aiming to leave a mark of your own. He let you bite him, enjoying the pain and groaning from it. Then, he grew impatient, and he fisted your hair at the nape of your neck, yanking you away from him, bending over you again, forcing you to kiss him as he pressed your jaw up to his, controlling your head. 

But, he did not have control of your hands. Without breaking eye contact with him, you began to fumble with his belt, hurrying to open the latch, moving on to his button fly, popping each one away to reveal his boxer briefs, the cotton of them soft across the back of your hand. You watched his face, chaotic and full of a decadent sort of desire, as if he couldn’t believe what he was feeling. 

He kept his hand in your hair and let you work his pants away, peeling his underclothes down as far as you could get them, glancing down as the pink, swollen head of his dick peeked over the hem as you revealed him. The head was pointing at his hip, trapped there by the wide elastic of his briefs. Now that he was free to move, his length stood at attention, fully erect with a girth that made you dizzy. 

“Holy fuck,” you gasped, muttering a curse under your breath. 

He jerked your head back, tearing your eyes away from his heavy phallus and forcing you to look at him instead,

“Something wrong, love?” 

You gave him a submissive look, curling your lips into a sly smile, your eyes wide like a fearful doe, 

“I don’t think you’ll fit.”

He smiled down at you, pleased by your appraisal, his gaze turning sinister,

“You’re not leavin’ ‘til I do.”

Quicker than you could breathe, he released his hold on your head and used both hands to ruck off your jeans in one violent pull. Your panties got stuck halfway, getting caught in the rough stitching of the denim. John looked down into your lap, staring at the silky fabric clinging to your wide hips, hanging off to one side at a messy diagonal, showing him the top of your unshaved mons. 

You heard him sigh through his smile, his hand reaching forward and ever-so-gently helping the edge of your panties back into place. You were confused. He was supposed to be ripping them off and fucking you stupid, but he slowed things all the way down, returning to his delicate caresses. 

John played with your breasts again, kissing your mouth, sucking on your neck. Then, he reached between your legs and touched you, his hand slipping over your covered pussy, groping you through the thin fabric. His fingers were warm, and the way he pressed them beside your tender clit made you tremble, your thighs shaking a bit as your legs hung off the side of the desk. 

He fell to his knees in front of you, his hands wrapping around the curve of your ass, pulling you as far forward on the edge of the desk as he could, throwing you forward like you were as light as a feather, his grip fierce and bruising. Then, he leaned forward, eager to put his mouth over your pussy, but you protested, gasping,

“John, my… my panties.”

He pinned his bright blue eyes on yours, looking at you unblinking, and leaned forward, showing you that he didn’t give a fuck about your panties. His hot tongue began to push and prod at your lips through the fabric, and you could feel your pussy clinging to the gusset, the wet cloth conforming to your shape as he licked and sucked.

As his tongue delved deeper, he discovered your sticky precome that had been soaking you right through ever since he’d found you staring at the vote count. He used his lips to suck on your folds, the knit of the fabric allowing only the tiniest bit of air to escape, making little chirping sounds as he applied more and more pressure. Then, you watched in a sick sort of awe as he took the gusset fully into his mouth, pulling it away from your body to suck your wetness from it like he was lapping up the last bit of ice cream from its cone. He even used his hand to loop it over his fingers, stretching out the thin triangle, making sure to get every last drop. 

By this time, you were pretty sure you had dripped your stickiness straight onto his desk, and you could feel your pussy slipping around on the smooth surface with every little movement. John decided to finally give you what you’d been whimpering for, and he pulled your panties aside to drink from the source. 

When the hot curl of his tongue finally connected, sealing wet flesh against wet flesh, you cried out, biting into your hand to keep yourself from being heard. You watched him eat you from your center, writhing his tongue deep into your hole and sucking on the head of your clit, using his bottom lip to reach that space underneath, teasing you within an inch of your life. Without thinking, your hand went to the back of his head, fingers raking through his hair, and you watched his eyes flutter, loving the feeling of your nails on his scalp. 

Your legs were partly resting on his shoulders, and John stood up quickly, slamming you back onto the desk and hauling your legs over with you, shoving your knees into your chest, putting your pussy on full display. You felt his fingers curve down through your wet lips and into the sensitive divot where you were leaking from. As he sank his hand into your hole, you felt like you were so close to coming. All of his licking and teasing had put you on the edge, and now that his thumb was sliding beside your clit and his longest fingers were stretching out your pussy, you felt the spark of an orgasm ignite in your belly. 

“Yes, love… That’s… ungh, fuck…” John felt it, too.

His hand was making all sorts of noise as he fucked his fingers up into you, the messiness only getting worse as your body flooded you with shock after shock of your orgasm. You were convulsing, your abs tight and protruding beneath your layer of fat, your feet pointed straight like a ballerina, all of your limbs frozen and tense, letting the orgasm wreck you and leave you boneless. 

He pulled away from you, gently removing his hand, and he bent his mouth to you again, aiming to taste your fresh come, hot and silky, coating you in natural lube, doing its absolute best to convince him to listen to his instincts and sheath himself inside of your body. 

But, John was careful. He pulled your legs back down to a bent position, one hand on each knee, prying you apart slowly, his eyes fixed on your flower so he could watch it bloom, covered in your sweet nectar. 

“You okay?” He asked, his voice husky and broken. 

You nodded, 

“Yeah, I’m more than okay.”

He smiled at you, using his hands to push your breasts together, playing with your nipples in his warm hands, pinching you cruelly and then soothing you in small circles, never letting you know when the pain or the pleasure would come. 

On the outside of your pussy, John rested his cock, spreading your outer lips with its weight to fit his girth right on top of your clit. He thrust forward, and you watched as the drooling head of his prick was shoved toward you. 

He humped himself against you in a steady pattern, pumping himself across your wetness, trying to relieve some pressure. Eventually, you thought he was about to come, but he stopped, slowing to a slick grind. He looked up at you and ran his palm down his face, frustrated and beyond horny.

“I wanna fuck you so goddamn bad.”

“So do I,” you moaned, rocking your hips up and down, adding to his thrusting friction, using him like a toy to bring yourself back to a shivering edge. 

“I don’t have a condom,” he confessed, helping you use his smooth head to massage the body of your clit. 

“I’m clean. I actually don’t think I’ve had sex since I moved to the city,” you shrugged, slowing down with him, waiting for his consent before giving in to your mind-altering want, “But, if you wanna stop, it’s okay.”

He kissed your ankle, holding your foot in his hand, leaving little licks and love bites down your calf as he warred with himself, 

“Haven’t been with anyone since Dahra.”

His ex-wife. She’d gone back to Urzikstan one day without so much as a note, packing a bag and leaving her rings on the counter. Apparently, when they’d finally met to fill out his divorce papers, he said that she looked happy in a way he hadn’t seen in a long time, so he signed without question. You remember when he had told you about it, three whiskeys deep and sharing a cigar on the roof of his loft, too late to go to the pub, but too early to stop drinking. He’d held your hand while he talked to you that night. You’d just thought he needed the support, and you tried to be a good friend. But now that he was getting himself off by slipping through your come-covered lips, playing in the mess that he made, you imagined that moment much differently. 

“I trust you,” you looked up at him through your lashes, holding your breasts and teasing your nipples between your fingers, your skin feeling as if you were electric, sensitive beyond comprehension, every touch and pinch feeling like ecstasy. 

Apparently, he didn’t need much convincing. In your next breath, you felt his head sloppily notching against your throbbing core, fitting snug in the soft entrance of your cunt, cradled there in your warmth. You gasped, enjoying the sensation of being gently licked by his cockhead in the center of your folds, filling a void, a missing piece slotting into place. 

Then, he met your eyes, staring into them with a fondness that you had only dreamed about, framed by that same furious arousal, like staring at a white-hot flame and knowing it could kill you but admiring its beauty anyway. 

“Hands on your knees,” he said, jerking himself a bit as he dipped into your entrance.

John watched as you grabbed your knees, pulling your legs apart, opening yourself up to him in the most vulnerable way, presenting yourself to him fully, without shame, all the guilt you’d been dragging around now gone, giving yourself to him freely and wanting him to take you like a prize. 

“So damn pretty,” he muttered to himself, staring down at your coupling, watching as he stuffed himself inside of you as carefully as he could, trying to let you adjust but unable to stop himself from thrusting deeper and deeper. 

He pulled himself all the way out and tried to sink into you again, his eyes snapping up to your face at the sound of a hiss coming through your teeth as he made his way through your tight muscles. You felt him stop, thinking he had hurt you, but you shook your head, 

“Don’t stop. I need you, John. I wanna feel so full.”

An animal noise escaped from his throat, and he rewarded your bravery, finishing the job with a snap of his hips, sealing himself fully inside of you. The root of his cock knocked the breath out of you, making you gasp in wonder at the sensation of being stretched beyond any memory. Yes, it had been a while, but you were no virgin. Nevertheless, John Price’s fat shaft was making you question whether you had ever truly been fucked before. His girth was changing your definition of the word.

If you had thought that he would treat you reverently, like you were made of precious lace, you had another thing coming. It was as if he had been waiting for this very moment, and he planned to take every advantage of the opportunity. Now that he had you, he used you. 

His huge hands scooped up your legs, silently instructing you to lock them around his hips, keeping your thighs wide as he rutted into you. You hooked your ankles together, admiring the pulsing feel of his large glutes as he thrust forward, feeling him squeeze and release, pounding himself into you with his heavy weight. 

John was too big. You had to admit that to yourself at this point. You could feel him stretching your hole, pushing your flesh beyond its usual limits. But, you were drunk off of the way his dick made you feel like you were constantly coming. You’d never truly been able to find your g-spot. Every now and then, when you had a really great partner, you thought that you’d orgasmed from the grinding thrusts of his rod, but it was rare. This, though, how John’s cock was spreading you, how you could feel him on all sides, the unimaginable pressure… he was hypnotizing.

He would pound himself into you, slamming his weight into your hips, and the shudder of your bones would make your body tremble. Then, when he was in, the pressure of his dense cockhead would flash a glittering wave of orgasmic pleasure through your core, making you think that you were about to explode. But, you never did. The pleasure never stopped. It never found a peak. It would just build and build in crashing, tumultuous waves, whirling through your blood like a cyclone, each throb feeling like spark lightning. 

Your mind was racing. Should I stop him? Is this normal? Am I gonna pass the fuck out? But, you couldn’t speak. If you tried to form a sentence or even a coherent phrase, he would bottom out again, flooding his shaft with your wet slick, and you would be overcome by another wave of bliss, nothing more than a warm sheath for his mighty sword. 

The edge of you lip was cool and wet, and you realized you were drooling, your tongue resting on your bottom teeth like a panting dog, helping you whimper and mewling your moans as you felt him mold you to fit. 

“Shit, you are still so tight, love. Can barely put it in. Squeezin’ me… fuck,” he was sweating, hoarsely groaning in long, deep breaths, his belly expanding and contracting as he labored over you. 

You didn’t reply. All of your words had been crushed into whining cries, helpless gasps. You took his hand and lifted it up to your mouth, placing it on your tongue, hoping he would fuck your throat with his fingers. The look on his face was one of desperate curiosity, wanting to please you, to serve you however he could. So, taking the hint, he curled his fingers away and pushed his first and middle fingers deeper into your mouth, exploring you softly. 

You moaned loudly from the relief and closed your lips around his knuckles, shoving him all the way in to the top of his palm, beginning to suck and lick him as if it were a heavy cock instead of his hand. 

His eyes rolled back in his head, and he tilted his chin up to the ceiling, his neck bulging with his ragged breaths. Then, he turned his gaze back to you, watching you comfort yourself with his fingers, suckling on them like a hungry calf, needy and persistent. 

“Fuck,” he exclaimed, “Tha’s bloody hot. Suck them deeper for me. Wanna feel your throat.”

You obliged him, your lips now reaching over his last knuckles onto the back of his hand and the callused ridge of his palm. If you stuck out your tongue, you could lick the middle of his palm, choking yourself with his fingertips and swallowing around them, clenching your throat in time with his thrusts. 

“Mmmf-fuckkk,” he rasped, his face set in an agonized fury, “Gag yourself again. Choke on me, love. Just like that.”

You knew why he liked it. You could feel his response. Because every time you choked on his hand, your body would heave, trying to get air, trying to fight him away, and your pussy would contract, milking his thick shaft like a strong, wet fist. So, you gave him more, ignoring your mind’s fear and confusion, mentally moving past it, focusing only on his pleasure, and yours. 

After a few more thrusts, the look in his eyes became one of concern, a worried flash of panic. He was going to come, and you knew it. 

John tried to pull his hand back, gently attempting to leave the warmth of your mouth, but you didn’t let him go. You held his giant wrist in both hands, gripping him cruelly, forcing his fingers even deeper, bobbing your head as if you were sucking his dick. 

“Gonna come. Fuck, I’m gonna – ungh. C’mon! Come with me, baby. Come with me. Lemme feel –”

He used his free hand to swipe roughly over your clit, changing those waves of cracking pleasure into a blistering orgasm, the heat of which seared over your whole body, making you feel like you had a fever. You felt yourself gushing between your legs, all of the wetness he had been churning within you being pushed out by the rhythmic clamping of your own muscles. You were screaming, but no one would hear you. All of your keening was subdued by his heavy hand, getting lost every time you choked for air. The only thing you heard was the rushing of breath from his spreading lungs and the creamy, slapping impact of his body against yours.

Then, a barking, guttural growl that he tried to hide, cutting it off and grinding his teeth to prevent himself from screaming as he emptied his load into you. You felt it hit your flesh within your core, like a burning splash of lava, shooting into you over and over, foaming and folding around the swollen head of his prick. His come felt heavy as it pooled at your end, deep in your belly, coating you like a glaze and settling over your womb.

You wanted him to stay inside of you forever, but he was finished and totally spent, his strength fading to a relaxed daze. You unhooked your legs and let him step away, feeling the loss of him in your mouth and your pussy, unable to even roll yourself off of the desk. So, you had to hang there, your legs unsupported, dangling wide apart, showing him exactly what he had just done to you. And he looked like he was enjoying the view. He stared down between your legs and watched his cream ooze out of your fucked hole, the flesh red and shining from its ordeal. 

There was nothing in his office for comfort. But, he needed to soothe you. Some instinct within him was screaming in his mind to hold you in his arms and keep you safe. So, he pulled you off of the desk, holding you in his arms, and guided you down to the carpet, sitting with his back against the wall and letting you lean against his body, keeping you in his lap with tired arms. 

You were both so sticky, but the sweat didn’t bother you. You were happy to rest your cheek on his shoulder, caressing his furry belly with your hands, trying not to pass out. 

“You alright, love?” He asked in a low whisper, “Did I hurt you?”

“Gonna be sore tomorrow,” you smiled, not lifting your eyes to look at his face, choosing instead to stare at how his soft body hair ruffled over your fingernails as you lightly scratched them across his skin. “Are you okay, John?”

“Worried about you. About this,” he murmured, some of his strength coming back to his voice. You looked up at him now, watching as he carefully crafted his next words, “Don’t want this to be a one-time thing. But, we can’t… I’m –”

“John,” you interrupted his turmoil, “In ten days, you’ll be in the House of fucking Commons. Then, you can do whatever you want. Until then…” You reached down and fondled his exhausted cock tenderly, making his body jerk from how sensitive he was, “I can be your little secret.”

He lifted your chin with his thumb just as he had at the start of this dreamlike encounter, kissing you tenderly, making sure he could feel your mouth against his, slipping his tongue over your lips just to reach the ridge of your teeth before pulling back again, his eyes turning back to that lascivious rage, 

“You don’t deserve that. I want them to bloody well know that you’re mine.”

You didn’t ask who “they” were. That was just how John spoke to you. It was always you and him versus them. The media, the Parliament, the world… it didn’t matter. They didn’t matter. But, you knew better than to let idealism cloud your judgment. 

“Be patient, John,” you caressed his cheek, “Win your seat. I’m not going anywhere.”

Finally, a small smile twitched on the corner of his mouth and he held you closer, hugging you to his chest,

“Not true,” he paused, looking down at your quizzical expression, a playful gleam in his eyes, “You’re coming to my flat, crawling in my bed, and letting me fuck that perfect cunt again.”

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[monicalestrange4]

El fin de semana conocí a Mónica, era un día normal en el colegio... Teníamos un evento musical y todo se estaba preparando en el patio, sabía que vendría una universidad a hacer una presentación y a cubrir toda la logística pero nunca me imaginé toparme con ella, ahí estaba, armando el escenario, tomando fotografías, haciendo lo suyo, creyendo que nadie la reconocería, pero ahí estaba yo, sin saber si hablarle o no, decirle que la conozco por su Tumblr o Twitter sería muy incómodo para mí y para ella, supongo. Me armé de valor y la saludé, no fue nada incómodo, ella aunque estaba ocupada siempre me prestó atención, aunque sorprendida y algo apenada de que alguien la reconociera y sobre todo un fracasado como yo jaja ella siempre me trató bien, dejó de hacer lo que hacía para mirarme a los ojos y prestarme atención, lo admito no pude sostenerle la mirada por mas de dos segundos, ella de alguna forma te hace sentir feliz, me hizo sentir que valia algo y que a alguien le importaba lo que decía aunque a pesar de los nervios que tenia seguro hable puras estupideces jaja me preguntaba que si me queria sentar mientras ella preparaba todo, que si estaba bien, que donde estaban mis amigos, se preopupaba por mí, SI SI se muy bien que no es porque le guste se que Monica es así con todo el mundo pero nunca lo había sentido en persona, logré congelar este recuerdo en una foto que ella con todo el amor del mundo se tomó, me dejó tomarle la cintura, tomaron la foto, le agradecí y la dejé seguir en su trabajo... Al final del evento ella se despidió de mi a la distancia, moviendo su pequeña mano con entusiasmo, diciendo "Bye rarito" con cariño. Es el texto más SIMP que haya escrito en mi vida, solo tengo 16 años y aquí nadie me conoce pero AMO a Monica y le agradezco mucho por tratarme con humildad y sinceridad.

PD: te dije que haría una FanPage tuya y no me creíste! jajaja bueno, aqui esta

Oh por dios! Que es esta carta haha oww que lindo de tu parte!! No tenías que hacerlo (En serio no tenias que hacerlo, mira donde tengo los pantalones, estoy super mal vestida!!!) hahaha Y no hice nada, solo hable con alquien que me saludó y te traté bien 😅 Amm y en cuanto a la fanpage espero que no te pongas triste si nadie te sigue hahahaha 🤣🤣 Gracias por este lindo ask, pero repito, no hice nada especial me gusta tratar bien a las personas. 💜

English: The weekend I met Monica, it was a normal day at school…. We had a musical event and everything was being prepared in the courtyard, I knew that a university was coming to make a presentation and cover all the logistics but I never imagined running into her, there she was, setting up the stage, taking pictures, doing her thing, thinking that no one would recognize her, but there I was, not knowing whether to talk to her or not, telling her that I know her from her Tumblr or Twitter would be very uncomfortable for me and for her, I guess. I got up the courage and greeted her, it wasn't awkward at all, she even though she was busy always paid attention to me, although surprised and somewhat embarrassed that someone would recognize her and especially a loser like me haha she always treated me well, she stopped what she was doing to look me in the eyes and pay attention to me, I admit I couldn't hold her gaze for more than two seconds, she somehow makes you feel happy, she made me feel that I was worth something and that someone cared about what I said even though I was so nervous I was sure I was talking stupid shit haha she asked me if I wanted to sit down while she prepared everything, if I was ok, where were my friends, she worried about me, YES YES I know very well that it is not because she likes me, I know Monica is like that with everyone but I had never felt it in person, I managed to freeze this memory in a photo that she with all the love in the world took, she let me take her waist, they took the picture, I thanked her and let her continue in her work …. At the end of the event she said goodbye to me from a distance, waving her little hand enthusiastically, saying “Bye weirdo” with affection. This is the most SIMP text I have ever written in my life, I am only 16 years old and nobody knows me here but I LOVE Monica and I thank her very much for treating me with humility and sincerity.

PS: I told you I would make a FanPage of yours and you didn't believe me! hahaha well, here it is!

Oh my goodness! What is this letter haha oww how nice of you!!!! You didn't have to (Seriously you didn't have to, look where my pants are, I'm super underdressed!!!) hahaha And I didn't do anything, I just talked to someone who said hi and treated you nice 😅 Amm and as for the fanpage I hope you don't get sad if no one follows you hahahaha 🤣🤣 Thanks for this nice ask, but I repeat, I didn't do anything special I like to treat people nice. 💜

[faretheeoscar]

Feliz día de los muertos!

Today is a day where we celebrate the life of our loved ones and we appreciate and remember the time we had with them.

I wrote something for Miguel, we call it “Calavera” a traditional poem that we do for our loved ones, mocking on the way they get taken by the death.

Esta calavera es para ti Miguelito!

🕷️🕸️

En el año veinti-noventa y nueve,

la Catrina por fin llegó,

cruzó mundos, cruzó redes,

y a Miguel se llevó.

Miguel O’Hara, tan valiente,

trepador de altos edificios,

con su traje de araña y ciencia,

enfrentaba mil sacrificios.

La calaca lo observaba,

desde el Multiverso sonreía,

“¡Ven acá, Spider del futuro!

¡Te he esperado toda mi vida!”

Miguel luchó, intentó escapar,

con sus garras y agilidad,

pero la muerte no tiene rival,

en su telaraña él fue a parar.

“¡No temas, Miguel querido!

En mi mundo hay paz y calma,

sin villanos ni desastres,

aquí podrás descansar el alma.”

Y así Miguel, el Spider del mañana,

quedó en los huesos, sin más que decir,

pues ni el futuro pudo salvarlo

del destino que todos han de vivir.

🕸️🕷️

Translation under the cut, sorry if it doesn't rhyme in English, but I swear it does in Spanish!

In the year twenty-ninety-nine,

Catrina finally arrived,

crossed worlds, crossed networks,

and she took Miguel.

Miguel O'Hara, so brave,

tall building climber,

with his spider suit and science,

He faced a thousand sacrifices.

The death watched him,

from the Multiverse she smiled,

“Come here, Spider from the future!

“I have waited for you all my life!”

Miguel fought, tried to escape,

with his claws and agility,

but death has no rival,

He ended up in his web.

“Do not be afraid, dear Miguel!

In my world there is peace and calm,

without villains or disasters,

here you can rest your soul.”

And so Miguel, the Spider of tomorrow,

It remained in the bones, with nothing more to say,

because not even the future could save him

of the destiny that everyone has to live.