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[dickggansey]

no quiero ser dramático pero que oikawa sea argentino es lo mejor que me pasó en la vida

[julietsf1]

A Technical Mistake - Franco Colapinto x Reader

summary: peaceful paddock mornings of stocking caps and shirts are flipped upside down when Franco Colapinto, a charming stranger she assumes is part of the AV crew, comes into her store and gives her weekend an unexpected turn. (7k words)

content: big misunderstanding; cute Franco; reader is a normal working girl

AN: I am such a sucker for stories with a little cinderella vibe! I was thinking of buying the blue Williams jacket on track in Brazil but it was so spenny! send me ur sugar daddies pls!

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The paddock was eerily quiet, an almost sacred calm before the storm of engines roaring, fans screaming, and journalists scrambling for the latest drama. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of rubber—a smell I’d grown oddly fond of over the years.

This was my favorite time of the weekend. Before the rush, before the chaos of customers demanding sizes and colors we didn’t have, I could take a moment to breathe, to organize the merchandise store in peace.

“Me bajé del avión, voy corriendo para verte…” I sang softly, shimmying a little as I balanced a stack of Williams caps. The sound of Duki was the perfect soundtrack to my morning. The melody took over, and before I knew it, I was halfway moonwalking back to the Ferrari section, twirling a hanger between my fingers like I was starring in some kind of musical.

The song’s beat was about to drop when a voice cut through my impromptu performance.

“¿Y siempre bailás así mientras laburás, o es solo un show privado?” (Do you always dance like this while working, or is it just a private show?)

I froze mid-step, almost dropping the caps in my hands. Whipping around, my heart racing, I found myself face-to-face with a guy leaning against the doorframe. He had this ridiculous grin plastered across his face, his green eyes sparkling with amusement.

“¡Ah!” I yelped, clutching my chest. “Perdón, I didn’t—uh… ¿qué?” (Sorry, I didn’t—uh… what?)

He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying my flustered reaction. “Te pregunté si siempre bailás así mientras laburás.” (I asked if you always dance like that while working.)

Heat crept up my neck, and I scrambled to pull myself together. “Oh, uh… sí. Quiero decir, no. Bueno, depende…” (Yes. I mean, no. Well, it depends…)

His grin widened. “No pensé que alguien en el paddock también escuchara a Duki. ¿Sabías que el último álbum es una obra maestra? La forma en que mezcla el trap con el reguetón es una locura—” (! I didn’t think anyone in the paddock listened to Duki too. Did you know his latest album is a masterpiece? The way he mixes trap with reggaeton is insane—)

“Eh, pará,” (Wait, hold up,), I interrupted, holding up a hand, feeling my brain short-circuit as I tried to keep up with his rapid Spanish. “Hablo un poco español… pero no muy bien.” (I speak a little spanish… but not very well.)

That gave him half a second of pause before he broke into laughter. “¿No muy bien? Pero me contestaste perfecto.” (Not very well? But you answered me perfectly.) His tone was teasing, but there was no malice—just genuine warmth. “Igual, perdón. A veces hablo mucho. Es que me emocioné.” (Sorry. Sometimes I talk too much. I just got excited.)

I blinked, thrown off by his sudden shift to sincerity. “No, no, está bien. Me gusta Duki también.” (No, no, it’s okay. I like Duki too.)

“¡Ah, viste!” (Ah, see!), he said, throwing his hands up in delight. “¿Cuál es tu canción favorita? Mirá, ‘Goteo’ siempre me pone de buen humor, pero ‘She Don’t Give a Fo’ es un clásico. Y si me decís que ‘Chico Estrella’ no te gusta, no sé si podemos ser amigos.” (What’s your favorite song? Look, ‘Goteo’ always puts me in a good mood, but ‘She Don’t Give a Fo’ is a classic. And if you tell me you don’t like ‘Chico Estrella,’ I don’t know if we can be friends.)

I stared at him, trying to decipher his rapid enthusiasm. I caught about half of what he said, but his energy was infectious. “Uh… ‘Chico Estrella’ es muy buena,” (‘Chico Estrella’ is very good,), I ventured cautiously, hoping I wasn’t completely misinterpreting him.

His hand went to his chest like I’d just said something profound. “Sabía que eras de las mías. Esto es destino.” (I knew you were one of mine. This is destiny.)

I couldn’t help it—I laughed. “¿Siempre hablás tanto con gente que no conocés?” (Do you always talk this much to people you don’t know?)

“Solo con la gente que escucha buena música,” (Only with people who listen to good music,), he replied smoothly, then added with a wink, “Soy Franco, por cierto. Mucho gusto.” (I’m Franco, by the way. Nice to meet you.)

“Oh, eh… Y/N,” I said, shaking his outstretched hand briefly. “Mucho gusto.” (Nice to meet you.)

“Y/N,” he repeated, like he was savoring the sound of it. “Bueno, ¿qué estás haciendo? ¿Preparando todo para el gran finde?” (So, what are you doing? Getting everything ready for the big weekend?)

“Sí.” I nodded, switching back to English because I knew I was about to run out of Spanish confidence. “I’m setting up the store. It’s… not super exciting.”

“¡Claro que sí!” (Of course it is!) he replied, not missing a beat. “Look at this—hats, shirts, models of cars. Very exciting.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Right. And what about you?”

“I’m here for the soundcheck,” he replied with a grin.

“Soundcheck?” I frowned. “Oh, like for the AV stuff?”

“Exactly.” His lips twitched, like he was holding back a laugh. “The audio visual stuff. Very technical, very important. You know how it is.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “So why are you hanging out here instead of being ‘very technical’?”

“Because,” he said, his grin widening, “I heard someone singing Duki and thought, wow.”

“Oh my God.” I groaned, turning back to my work. “I wasn’t singing.”

“You were definitely singing.”

“And I wasn’t dancing,” I added quickly.

“Sure,” he said, clearly unconvinced. “That little move you did with your feet? Totally not dancing.”

“Okay, fine!” I laughed, throwing my hands up. “I was dancing. But you’re not supposed to be here yet, so technically, you shouldn’t have seen it.”

“Technically, I shouldn’t be here at all,” he said with a shrug, “but aren’t you glad I am?”

“No, actually,” I deadpanned, though my grin gave me away.

Franco laughed, glancing at the pile of caps balanced precariously on the counter. “You’re doing heavy lifting, huh? Don’t knock over anything else.”

“That was an accident!” I protested. “The shelves are wobbly.”

“Right. The shelves are wobbly,” he nodded sagely. “Not because you panicked when someone caught you salsa dancing.”

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “Oh my God, just go do your soundcheck!”

“Okay, okay, I’m going. But seriously, next time I’m back, I expect a full choreography.”

Peeking through my fingers, I saw him give me a playful wave before stepping out. For a moment, I just stood there, trying—and failing—to fight the smile creeping onto my face.

…

The paddock was already alive with early risers: engineers carrying coffee cups larger than their heads, journalists muttering into their phones, and the occasional VIP wandering too close to restricted areas before being politely redirected. I tightened my jacket against the crisp morning air, balancing a tray of new Williams caps as I unlocked the shop.

Friday had been a whirlwind of chaos—overwhelming, exhausting, but honestly kind of fun. The memory of my unexpected visitor lingered, his laughter and that unmistakable grin replaying in my mind. Franco. I didn’t know why he stuck out so much.

I hummed as I worked, letting my playlist fill the silence of the shop. I was halfway through adjusting a tower of Ferrari shirts when his voice rang out again.

“Bizarrap now? Y/N where have you been all this time”

I jumped, narrowly avoiding knocking over the display. “Oh my God, you really need to stop sneaking up on me!”

Franco leaned casually against the doorframe, thermos in hand, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. “It’s not my fault you’re always in the middle of a dance routine when I show up.”

“Maybe if you showed up at a normal time, I wouldn’t be,” I shot back, though I couldn’t hide my grin.

“Nah, that’d be boring,” he said with a shrug, stepping inside like he belonged there. “And anyway, I was just passing by. Thought I’d check if my favorite shop manager was still here.”

“You mean the shop manager,” I corrected, setting the shirts down. “Unless you’re making house calls for all the merch shops on track now.”

Franco chuckled, unscrewing the lid of his thermos. “Only the best ones.”

My eyes flicked to the thermos, curiosity piqued. “Is that… for maté?”

“Yeah!” His face lit up like I’d just asked if he wanted to talk about his favorite thing in the world. “Do you know it?”

“I’ve heard of it,” I admitted. “Isn’t it like… tea?”

“Like tea?” He clutched his chest in mock offense. “You’re killing me. It’s more than tea. It’s life itself. It’s tradition. It’s community. It’s—”

“Okay, okay!” I laughed, holding up my hands. “So it is better than tea, I assume?”

Franco grinned, pulling out the gourd and bombilla. “I’m about to change your life. Want to try?”

“Sure,” I said, hesitating only briefly before taking the gourd he offered. I sipped cautiously, my expression shifting from surprise to delight. “Oh! This is actually really good.”

“See!” Franco said, looking far too pleased with himself. “I knew I liked you.”

“Right,” I said with a laugh. “Glad to have passed the test.”

“So, how was yesterday? Did the paddock treat you well?”

I groaned, leaning against the counter. “If you consider someone asking if I had Ferrari shirts in passionfruit purple treating me well, then sure.”

Franco choked on his sip, coughing through his laughter. “Passionfruit purple? What does that even mean?”

“I have no idea!” I exclaimed, throwing my hands up. “I tried to tell him we only have red, black, and white, and he told me that wasn’t his problem and I should go find some elsewhere.”

“Classic paddock VIP,” Franco said, shaking his head. “What else?”

“Oh, then there was this woman who wanted me to bedazzle her Red Bull polo. While she waited.”

“She expected you to add rhinestones? To a team shirt?” Franco asked, looking genuinely dumbfounded.

“That’s exactly what she thought,” I said, laughed. “When I said we can’t do that, she asked if I at least had Swarovski crystals on hand for her to do it herself, because she wasn’t going to her after party without extra sparkle.”

Franco joined in, leaning against the counter and shaking his head. “I don’t know how you put up with this.”

“And what about you?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Any exciting AV work today?”

Franco paused, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. “You could say that. It’s a little more... hands-on today, you know?”

“Right,” I said, nodding as if I understood. “Lots of wires and soundboards, I bet. Very technical.”

“What can I say?” Franco replied, his grin widening. “I’m a man of many talents.”

“Clearly.” I gestured to the thermos. “Like carrying around fancy tea and converting clueless shop managers into maté fans.”

“Fancy tea again? Y/N, you’re killing me,” he said, clutching his chest.

I laughed, shaking my head. “Alright, alright. I’ll respect the maté. But only because it’s actually pretty good.”

“Good answer,” he said, giving me a wink.

For a moment, we just stood there, the comfortable silence punctuated by the distant hum of the paddock coming to life.

“You know,” Franco said finally, glancing at his watch, “I should probably get going. Qualifying’s not going to prepare itself.”

“Oh, right. Your very important AV duties,” I said, trying to keep a straight face.

“Exactly.” He lingered for a second longer before turning toward the door. “Don’t let anyone ask you for passionfruit purple hats today.”

“No promises,” I called after him.

As the door swung shut behind him, I found myself smiling again. There was something about Franco—something easy and infectious—that made my day feel a little lighter.

…

In the evening the paddock got quiet, the hum of activity winding down as the sun dipped below the horizon. Most of the crowd had dispersed, leaving behind the faint sounds of tools clinking in garages and muted laughter from hospitality suites above.

I finished wiping down the counter, my eyes scanning the shelves for anything out of place. There was still inventory to complete, but for now, the stillness felt like a small victory.

I was halfway through adjusting a rack of shirts when a voice broke the silence.

“You haven’t closed the shop yet?”

I turned, heart skipping a beat, to see Franco leaning against the doorframe. His hoodie and cap cast his face in partial shadow, but his green eyes were unmistakable, glinting with mischief.

“You again?” I said, a laugh bubbling up despite my surprise. “What is this, your evening shift?”

“Exactly,” he said, stepping inside like he owned the place. “Someone’s gotta make sure everything’s in order.”

“Right,” I replied, crossing my arms. “Because you’re clearly the expert on retail management.”

Franco grinned, brushing past me to inspect the hats on display. “You’re doing a great job, by the way. Everything looks very... symmetrical.”

“Thanks for the expert feedback,” I said, laughing. “Shouldn’t you be doing something important right now? Like, I don’t know, AV things?”

“Done for the day,” he said, casually flipping a hat onto its stand. “And anyway, I couldn’t just walk by without saying hi.”

“Sure,” I said, trying to sound unimpressed, though the warmth creeping into my cheeks betrayed me.

Franco leaned against the counter, his gaze sweeping over my setup. “So, how’s it going? Any more requests for glitter shirts?”

“Oh, you wouldn’t believe it,” I said, laughing. “Someone asked if I had a distressed Mercedes hoodie for them. ‘Rick Owens’ vibe was what they said, I believe.”

Franco snorted, shaking his head. “And what did you say?”

“I told them I didn’t think team-approved merch came pre-ripped,” I replied. “They asked if I had scissors.”

He laughed, the sound warm and easy. “You’re a stronger person than me. I’d have handed them the scissors and said, ‘Go for it.’”

“Don’t tempt me,” I said, grinning.

As we talked, the tension of the day melted away, replaced by the effortless rhythm of our banter. He had this way of making me feel at ease, even when I was convinced he was only here to tease me.

Eventually, I glanced at the clock. “Alright, I need to lock up.”

“Let me help,” Franco offered, already moving to grab a stray box of caps.

“You don’t have to—”

“I insist,” he said, flashing me a playful grin. “What kind of company would I be if I didn’t pitch in?”

I rolled my eyes but didn’t argue, watching as he stacked the box neatly against the wall.

“Thanks,” I said as I double-checked the locks.

“No problem,” he replied, leaning casually against the door. “So... do you ever get to enjoy the race, or are you always stuck in here?”

I shrugged. “Not really. I mean, I can hear the cars and feel the atmosphere, which is cool, but I’m usually too busy to watch.”

He raised an eyebrow, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Wanna change that?”

“What?”

“Come with me,” he said, gesturing toward the staircase. “The garage should still be open.”

I blinked, caught off guard. “The garage? I don’t think I’m allowed over there. Are you even allowed there?”

“Don’t worry about that,” he said, his grin widening. “You’re with me. No one’s going to stop us.”

“Franco…”

“Come on,” he said, holding out his hand. “Live a little.”

After a moment’s hesitation, I sighed and followed him, my heart racing as we crossed the paddock.

The Williams garage was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the bustling paddock outside. The bright fluorescent lights highlighted every polished surface, and the sleek car sat in the middle of the space like a centerpiece in a gallery. It felt strangely intimate, with no engineers or team members left. I hesitated just outside the entrance, my nerves catching up with me now that we were here.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked, clutching my bag tightly. “It’s... empty.”

“That’s the best part,” Franco replied, his grin widening as he gestured for me to follow him inside. “No one to stop us.”

I paused, glancing around the pristine space. “I don’t know... This feels like trespassing.”

“It’s not trespassing if I’m the one who brought you,” he said, walking backward as if to coax me forward. “Come on. Live a little.”

I sighed but couldn’t fight back my smile as I followed him in, my sneakers squeaking faintly against the shiny floor. The atmosphere was surreal, and the closer we got to the car, the more my awe grew. I’d seen Formula 1 cars on TV, in pictures, even on the paddock screens—but standing next to one was an entirely different experience.

Franco smirked, gesturing toward the car. “Look here,” he said, crouching slightly to point out the edge of the floorboard. “See how the side pods curve in? That’s for cooling. Air flows through there to keep the engine temperature stable. Without it, you’re toast by lap ten.”

I leaned closer, my brow furrowing as I followed his line of sight. “So... it’s like a high-tech air conditioner for the car?”

“Exactly,” he said, his grin widening. “Though we call it aero. Sounds cooler, right?”

I rolled my eyes. “Sure. Very fancy.”

Franco stood and walked toward the rear wing, beckoning me to follow. “And this—this is where all the magic happens.”

I trailed after him, folding my arms as he gestured to the intricate structure of the wing. “Let me guess. It’s, uh, what keeps the car from flying off the track?”

“Close,” Franco said, clearly enjoying my attempt. “It’s all about downforce. The rear wing pushes the car into the track so we can go faster through corners. Too little, and you’re skidding all over the place. Too much, and you’re slower on the straights. It’s a balancing act.”

My eyes flicked to the faintly scuffed surface of the wing. “Is that why it looks so... fragile? Like one bump and it’ll fall apart?”

Franco chuckled. “It’s tougher than it looks. But yeah, you don’t want to crash into someone—or something. The engineers would cry.”

I laughed, picturing an entire team of engineers in despair over a dented wing. “So, you actually know what all this stuff does?”

“Of course,” Franco said, his tone almost offended but playful.

“I mean, for an AV guy, you’re awfully... knowledgeable,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him.

He paused, a flicker of amusement crossing his face. “Let’s just say I pay attention.”

“This is insane,” I whispered, taking in all the intricate details of the car again. “It’s... beautiful.”

Franco chuckled. “That’s one way to describe it. Most people just say, ‘Fast.’”

“Well, it’s that too,” I said, shooting him a look. “But seriously... It’s like art.”

“Art that goes over 300 kilometers per hour,” he said, his grin softening. “Wanna sit in it?”

I froze, turning to him with wide eyes. “What? No. I can’t do that.”

“Of course you can,” Franco said, already moving toward the cockpit. “Come on, it’s not going to bite.”

I hesitated, glancing between him and the car. There was something in his expression—playful, but also genuinely encouraging—that made me relent. “Fine. But if anyone finds out, I’m blaming you.”

“Deal,” he said, helping me climb in.

The cockpit was snug—far tighter than I’d expected—and I felt awkward as I tried to maneuver my legs into position. Once I was settled, I placed my hands on the steering wheel cautiously, my heart racing.

“This feels... surreal,” I said, staring at the wheel.

“You look like a pro already,” Franco said, crouching beside the car with his phone in hand.

“Don’t you dare,” I warned, catching the gleam in his eyes.

“Too late,” he said, snapping a picture before I could protest.

“Franco!”

“What?” he said innocently, holding up the photo for me to see. “Look, it’s a good angle. Very Instagram-worthy.”

I groaned, but I couldn’t help laughing. “I look ridiculous.”

“You look cool,” he corrected, saving the photo. “But don’t worry—I’ll send it to you. For your mom, obviously.”

I laughed, the tension easing slightly. “Oh yeah, because my mom’s dying to see me breaking rules in the paddock.”

“She’ll be proud,” Franco said, standing up. “Here, try this.”

He handed me a helmet, which I reluctantly placed on my head. It was far too big, wobbling precariously as I adjusted the strap.

“Okay, this is worse,” I said, my voice muffled by the helmet. “I look like a bobblehead.”

Franco burst out laughing, doubling over as he tried to steady himself. “You’re not wrong, but it’s adorable.”

“Adorable?” I repeated, narrowing my eyes.

“Definitely,” he said, snapping another picture before I could stop him.

“You’re actually the worst, you know that?” I said, reaching to swat the phone from his hand, but he dodged easily.

“Admit it,” he teased, slipping the phone into his pocket. “You’re having fun.”

I paused, the weight of the helmet making me grin. “Maybe a little.”

“Good,” Franco said, setting the phone down. “That’s the point.”

As we wandered back toward the front of the garage, I couldn’t help glancing over my shoulder at the car one last time. It felt like I’d just stepped into another universe, one far removed from the chaos of my usual day.

“Thanks for this,” I said quietly. “It was... unexpected. In a good way.”

“Anytime,” Franco said, his smile genuine. “Next time, we’ll take it for a spin.”

I snorted. “Yeah, no thanks. I like having a license.”

…

My phone buzzed in my pocket as we reached the door to the paddock’s outer corridor. I pulled it out and glanced at the screen: my colleague’s name lighting up in bold letters.

“Oh shoot,” I said, answering quickly. “Hey, yeah, sorry! I’m on my way now.”

Franco raised an eyebrow, waiting patiently as I finished the call.

“Forgot I’m carpooling,” I explained as I tucked my phone away. “I’m supposed to meet my colleague Alicia in the parking lot, like... five minutes ago.”

“Lucky for you, I know the way,” Franco said with a grin. “Come on. I’ll walk you.”

“You don’t have to,” I said, even as I fell into step beside him.

“I insist,” he said, slipping his hands into his hoodie pockets. “It’s dangerous out there. You might get mobbed by someone asking for sapphire-blue polos again.”

I laughed. “Good point. Better bring backup.”

We walked together through the quiet paddock, the sounds of the race weekend fading into the background. Franco’s pace was unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world, and I found myself relaxing despite the mild panic of running late.

“So,” Franco said after a beat, “what’s the plan? Dinner, sleep, and back to the chaos tomorrow?”

“Pretty much,” I replied. “I’ll probably be dreaming about misplaced hats and impossible customer requests.”

“Sounds thrilling,” he teased, glancing over at me.

“Oh, it’s a dream come true,” I joked.

When we reached the parking lot, I slowed, turning toward him. “Thanks for walking me. You didn’t have to, but... it was nice.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said easily, his grin softening. “Oh, before you go—what’s your Instagram?”

“My Instagram?” I repeated, blinking.

“Yeah,” he said, pulling out his phone. “I’ll send you the pictures. Besides, it’s a nice excuse to text you later.”

His tone was casual, but the glint in his eyes gave away the playful intent.

“Smooth,” I said, smiling as I typed my handle into his phone.

“What can I say?” he replied, tucking his phone back into his pocket. “I’ve got my moments.”

I laughed, shaking my head as I turned to leave. But before I’d even made it to Alicia’s car, my phone buzzed again.

I glanced down at the screen, expecting a message, but instead, I saw a follow request. Franco Colapinto.

Curious, I tapped on his profile—and froze.

There it was, plain as day: Williams Racing Driver.

My jaw dropped. I turned back toward him, still standing where we’d parted, a smirk playing on his lips as he caught me staring.

“You’re a driver?” I asked, loud enough for him to hear across the lot.

He sauntered closer, his grin widening. “Didn’t I mention that?”

“No!” I said, my cheeks warming. “You let me think you were just—”

“Just what?” he asked, his voice full of teasing amusement. “The AV guy?”

“Yes!”

Franco laughed, the sound warm and easy. “I never said that. You just assumed. I wasn’t about to ruin the fun.”

I opened my mouth to argue but stopped, caught off guard by the way he was looking at me—not smug, but something softer.

“You’re enjoying yourself way too much right now.”

“Can you blame me?” he said, his grin widening.

I felt my cheeks warm and quickly looked away, fiddling with a stray cap on the counter. “Well, excuse me for not keeping tabs on every random person who shows up in the paddock.”

“Random?” he gasped dramatically, leaning closer. “You wound me, Y/N.”

I tried to suppress a smile, focusing hard on arranging the caps. “You know what I mean.”

Franco’s teasing softened, and his voice lowered just enough to make my pulse quicken. “Don’t worry. I get it. I joined mid-season—no merch, no big fuss. Kind of nice, actually.”

I shook my head, biting back a smile as Alicia honked the car horn, impatient. I glanced over my shoulder, then back at Franco.

“Well, good luck tomorrow, driver,” I said, emphasizing the word with a playful grin.

“Thanks,” he said, stepping closer, his tone dipping into something more deliberate. “And if I score points, you’ll come celebrate, right?”

I tilted my head, pretending to consider it. “I don’t know... What kind of celebration are we talking about?”

“The fun kind,” he said, his green eyes glinting. “Drinks, music... Maybe even some dancing, if you’re up for it.”

My cheeks warmed again, but this time I didn’t shy away. “Alright. If you score points, I’m in.”

“Good,” he said, stepping back with a wink. “I’ll hold you to that.”

I turned and headed to Alicia’s car, my heart racing for reasons that had nothing to do with the hurried pace. As I slid into the passenger seat, my phone buzzed again—a message from Franco.

You’re going to have fun tomorrow. Trust me. ;)

I couldn’t help but smile as I replied: You better deliver, Colapinto.

…

Franco had just wrapped up his post-race interviews, a mix of exhilaration and exhaustion coursing through him. Eighth place—points for Williams. It wasn’t a podium, but it felt like a win. The team’s hospitality suite loomed just ahead, buzzing with the chatter of staff, sponsors, and VIP guests waiting to congratulate him.

The Williams event manager was already gesturing for him to join the group. “Franco, let’s keep moving. You’re late for the team celebration.”

But Franco barely slowed his stride. His gaze flicked across the paddock and landed on the merchandise store. His grin widened.

“Give me a minute,” he said, waving her off.

“Franco—” she started, exasperated, but he was already heading toward the shop.

…

I was busy ringing up yet another Charles Leclerc cap when I felt the store’s energy shift. A hush swept over the customers, quickly replaced by murmurs.

“Is that...?” one whispered loudly.

“Oh my God, it’s Franco Colapinto!” another exclaimed.

I glanced up, my heart skipping a beat as Franco strolled in, still wearing his race suit, unzipped to reveal the Williams-branded undershirt beneath. His hair was slightly tousled, and he had that unmistakable post-race glow—the combination of effort and adrenaline that made him look annoyingly good. His green eyes scanned the shop before locking onto me.

He ignored the sudden buzz of whispers and phones being whipped out, walking straight to the counter with that easy confidence.

“Well?” he said, leaning on the counter with a grin.

“Well, what?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady even as my heart raced.

“I delivered,” he said casually, though the pride in his voice was unmistakable.

“Congratulations,” I said warmly, matching his grin despite myself. “Eighth place, right?”

“That’s right.” He leaned closer, his grin softening into something a little more intimate. “And now I’m here to confirm our deal.”

“Our deal?” I asked, feigning ignorance just to tease him.

Franco let out a mock groan, shaking his head. “Don’t play coy. You promised to celebrate if I scored points.”

“Did I?” I asked, my eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice dropping just enough to send a flutter through my chest. “Don’t make me beg.”

Behind him, a small group of customers was watching the interaction with barely-contained excitement. One braver fan held up a notebook. “Franco! Can you sign this?”

Without even looking back, Franco waved a hand in polite dismissal. “Not now, amigo.”

Another fan piped up, “Are you actually in here to buy something?”

Franco turned his head slightly, smirking. “Nah, just confirming plans. Way more important.”

I bit my lip to keep from laughing as the customers exchanged incredulous looks. Turning my attention back to him, I tilted my head. “Alright, alright. I’ll keep my word. What’s the plan?”

“I’ll send you the details later,” Franco said, standing up straight. His voice softened, a teasing glint in his eyes. “No backing out. You owe me one for carrying all those hats yesterday.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I replied, my cheeks warming under his gaze.

“Good,” Franco said, stepping back with a wink.

Just as he turned to leave, the sharply-dressed Williams event manager appeared in the doorway, clipboard clutched tightly. “Franco! There you are. Hospitality, now. You’re already late.”

“On my way,” he said, before glancing back at me one last time. “I’ll see you tonight, Y/N.”

“See you,” I replied, my voice light but sincere.

With one final wink, he spun on his heel and strode out of the store, leaving a trail of astonished fans and a flustered me in his wake. As the door swung shut behind him, I caught sight of him being hurried across the paddock by the event manager, his confident stride unshaken.

…

The rooftop lounge was bathed in golden light, the glittering city skyline providing a stunning backdrop. The hum of conversation, the clink of champagne glasses, and bursts of laughter filled the air, creating the perfect atmosphere for celebration. Franco had done it—points for Williams, a solid achievement for the team and a personal milestone for him.

I hesitated as I stepped onto the terrace, smoothing down my black dress. The outfit wasn’t anything too fancy, but it felt a world apart from my usual paddock uniform. My nerves buzzed, not because of the party but because of who had insisted I come.

I spotted Franco near the balcony, his white shirt rolled up at the sleeves, a drink in hand as he nodded politely at something a sponsor was saying. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes flicked over the crowd with purpose. When his gaze landed on me, his grin spread instantly, bright and unmistakably boyish.

“Excuse me,” he said abruptly to the group around him, his voice cutting through their chatter. Without waiting for their response, he made his way toward me, weaving through the crowd with ease.

“You made it,” he said, stopping in front of me, his green eyes scanning me like he was committing every detail to memory.

“I did,” I replied, my voice light. “And you’re not exactly hard to find.”

“I try to be memorable,” he teased, though his grin softened into something warmer. He took a step back, his gaze lingering. “You look... wow.”

“Wow?” I raised an eyebrow, though my cheeks warmed under his scrutiny.

“Yeah, wow,” he said earnestly, as if the word itself wasn’t enough. “I almost didn’t recognize you.”

“Is that your way of saying I usually look terrible?” I joked, tilting my head.

“No,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “I mean—no. You always look great, but this is... different. Amazing.”

My cheeks flushed even more, and I let out a soft laugh, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself.”

“I clean up when I have to,” he replied, his grin widening.

We stood near the edge of the terrace, the noise of the party fading into the background. Franco didn’t seem to notice the occasional glances or murmurs from other guests. His focus was entirely on me, his posture relaxed yet intent.

“So, what’s the verdict on this party?” I asked, gesturing slightly to the scene around us.

“Not bad,” he said with a shrug. “But it just got better.”

I laughed softly, shaking my head. “You’re too much.”

Before he could reply, someone called his name from across the terrace. Franco turned briefly, offering a polite wave, but his attention snapped back to me almost instantly.

“Busy man,” I teased, my eyes sparkling.

“Not tonight,” he replied firmly.

But the interruptions kept coming. A Williams team member approached with a clipboard, another guest hovered nearby with a congratulatory drink in hand, and a photographer gestured for Franco to join a group photo. Each time, he handled it quickly, his attention darting back to me as soon as he could.

“Sorry,” he said after the third interruption, shaking his head. “That’s the last one. I swear.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, my tone teasing but understanding.

“Not really,” he admitted, his grin sheepish. “But I’d rather be here with you.”

My chest tightened at the sincerity in his tone, but before I could respond, another call of his name rang out. Franco sighed, glancing briefly toward the source.

“Want a drink?” he asked, his voice quieter now, almost intimate amidst the bustling terrace.

“Sure,” I said, nodding.

Franco led me to the bar, keeping close as we moved through the crowd. He ordered for both of us without hesitation, handing me a glass of sparkling water when I mentioned I wasn’t drinking.

“To today,” he said, raising his glass.

“To eighth place,” I replied, clinking mine lightly against his.

“And to making this the best part of the night,” he added, his grin softening as he looked at me over the rim of his glass.

As we lingered by the bar, the interruptions became harder to ignore. A sponsor insisted on pulling Franco into another photo, while a team member gestured impatiently for him to join a group near the balcony. He handled each one politely but quickly, his focus always returning to me.

“You know,” I said after a particularly persistent interruption, “you’re kind of in demand tonight.”

“Let them wait,” he replied, his voice steady.

“They don’t seem like the waiting type,” I teased.

“Too bad,” he said, his grin unwavering. “I’ve got better company.”

My heart skipped at the conviction in his tone, but before I could respond, yet another call of his name rang out. This time, Franco sighed audibly, shaking his head.

“I think that’s my cue,” he said, glancing back at me. “To suggest we sneak out.”

“Sneak out of your own party?” I repeated, my brow lifting slightly.

“Yeah,” he said, his grin returning. “Somewhere quieter. Just us.”

I hesitated, glancing around the bustling terrace. “Won’t people notice?”

“Maybe,” he said with a shrug. “But I don’t really care.”

The quiet certainty in his voice made me smile. “Alright. Let’s go.”

…

Franco led me toward a side exit at the edge of the terrace, his hand lightly brushing my back as we weaved through the thinning crowd. The rooftop celebrations carried on without a hitch, the laughter and clinking of glasses fading into the background as we slipped through the door.

“This way,” he said, holding the door open for me with a mischievous grin.

I stepped into a narrow stairwell, the dim emergency lights casting soft shadows on the walls. “We’re really doing this?”

“Of course,” Franco said, closing the door behind us. “What’s a celebration without a little adventure?”

I laughed softly, shaking my head. “This feels so dramatic. What, no rooftop helicopter getaway?”

“Next time,” he quipped, his grin widening as he started down the stairs.

The faint creak of the metal staircase echoed with each step, the quiet amplifying the flutter in my chest. By the time we reached the fire escape at ground level, the cool night air rushed in, refreshing and grounding.

“This is... a little ridiculous,” I said, glancing around at the empty alleyway we’d stepped into.

“Ridiculously fun,” Franco corrected, offering me his hand to help me down the last step.

I rolled my eyes but took it, his grip warm and steady. “Alright, what now?”

“Trust me,” he said, his green eyes glinting in the dim light. “I know the perfect spot.”

…

The city streets were quieter than I’d expected, the buzz of the race weekend giving way to a more subdued hum of nightlife. Franco walked beside me, his hands in his pockets, his pace unhurried.

“Any preferences?” he asked, tilting his head toward me.

I shrugged, smiling. “Surprise me.”

He led me down a narrow side street, the glow of streetlights reflecting off the cobblestones. We stopped in front of a small, cozy shop with large windows and shelves of colorful bottles displayed inside.

“This place,” Franco said, nodding toward the door. “Best snacks and drinks you’ll find this late.”

The warm scent of freshly fried food greeted us as we stepped inside. Franco approached the counter like a man on a mission, ordering two plates of dumplings and two bottles of Ramune without hesitation.

I watched as he expertly popped the marble stopper on one of the sodas, the sound crisp and satisfying. He handed it to me with a grin. “Here. Best part of the whole drink.”

“You make it sound like magic,” I said, laughing as I took the bottle.

“It kind of is,” he replied, popping the second bottle for himself.

We carried our food and drinks outside, settling on a low wall just across the street. The city lights sparkled in the distance, the occasional hum of a passing car filling the quiet.

I picked up a dumpling, steam curling from its surface. “You really know how to celebrate, huh?”

“Hey, who needs champagne when you’ve got gyoza and Ramune?” Franco said, holding up his bottle in a mock toast.

I laughed, clinking my bottle lightly against his. “Cheers to that.”

The quiet of the street wrapped around us, a comforting hum of distant city life providing a soft backdrop as we lingered outside the noodle shop. Our conversation had slowed, dipping into a comfortable silence as we finished our meal. Franco turned his soda bottle in his hand, the faint clink of the marble stopper breaking the stillness.

He glanced at me, his gaze lingering a little too long. When I met his eyes, there was something unspoken there—warmth, maybe, or a kind of vulnerability that caught me off guard.

“What?” I asked softly, tilting my head.

“Nothing,” he said, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. But then he hesitated, his fingers tightening around the bottle before he set it down beside him. “Actually... not nothing.”

My brow furrowed slightly as I waited, the weight of his pause pulling my attention fully to him.

“You ever feel like...” He trailed off, letting out a soft laugh, almost like he was laughing at himself. “Like you’re doing something incredible, something people would kill to do, but... it still feels like something’s missing?”

His words hit me with unexpected bluntness, the rawness in his tone making my chest tighten. I nodded slowly. “Yeah. I do. It’s like... you’re proud of it, but it’s not the whole picture. It’s not everything.”

“Exactly,” he said, his voice soft but insistent. “Don’t get me wrong, I love driving. It’s my dream, always has been. But...” He exhaled, his eyes dropping briefly before flicking back to mine. “It can be... lonely sometimes. You’re surrounded by people, always moving, but you don’t really get to... connect. Not like this.”

I blinked, caught off guard by the quiet sincerity in his words. “Like this?”

“Yeah,” he said simply, his gaze steady on mine. “This. Talking to someone who isn’t asking about lap times or tire strategy. Someone who actually listens. It’s... rare.”

My chest tightened at his words, and I shifted slightly, my fingers toying with the edge of my sleeve. “It’s not just you,” I admitted, my voice quiet but steady. “I think everyone feels that way sometimes. Like you’re doing something amazing, but... it’s still missing something.”

I hesitated for a moment, glancing down at the soda bottle in my hand. “I love working in F1. I really do. But... I miss my friends back home sometimes. Even though my colleagues are nice, it’s not the same. It’s hard to meet people you really connect with when you’re constantly on the move.”

Franco tilted his head slightly, his gaze softening. “Yeah. That’s it exactly.”

“I guess I never really expected to meet someone here...” I paused, searching for the right words. “...who it suddenly feels so easy with.”

He didn’t look away, his expression steady as if he understood exactly what I meant. “I get it,” he said softly. “More than you know.”

The air between us felt heavier now, thick with unspoken understanding. I met his eyes, and for a moment, the rest of the world seemed to fade away. There was something grounding in the way he looked at me, like he wasn’t just hearing me but seeing me completely.

…

When we reached the hotel, I slowed to a stop, turning to face Franco just outside the entrance. He mirrored me, his hands slipping from his pockets as he stood a little closer than before.

“Well,” I said, tilting my head slightly, “this is me.”

“So it is,” he replied, a small smile playing on his lips.

There was a beat of silence, the soft hum of the city filling the space between us. He looked at me, his green eyes studying my face like he was memorizing every detail.

“I wish I didn’t have to say goodnight,” he said quietly, his voice dropping to something softer, almost vulnerable.

My breath caught, the simplicity of his words hitting me harder than I expected. I opened my mouth to respond, but the look in his eyes—the way his usual teasing warmth had melted into something so unguarded—rendered me speechless.

“I mean it,” he continued, his lips twitching into a small, self-deprecating smile. “This... tonight... I don’t want it to end.”

My chest tightened, a warmth spreading through me that I couldn’t quite name. “Franco...”

“I know,” he said, cutting me off gently. His grin softened as he glanced down for a moment before meeting my gaze again. “It’s just... it’s been a while since I felt this way. Since someone made me feel this way.”

His words hung in the air between us, heavy and unfiltered. My cheeks flushed, my heart pounding as the distance between us suddenly felt too much. I took a small step closer, my voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t have to say goodnight just yet.”

The tension in the air thickened, the playful energy we’d carried through the evening now replaced by something deeper, heavier, and undeniable. Franco’s hand lifted slowly, his fingers brushing against my cheek as though he was afraid to break the moment. His touch was light, tentative, but the warmth of it sent a shiver down my spine.

He closed the remaining distance between us, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that was soft at first, careful, like he was savoring a moment he didn’t want to rush. The hesitation melted away almost instantly, replaced by something warmer, deeper.

His hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me closer as his other hand rested lightly on my waist. The kiss deepened, unhurried but intense, a perfect balance of passion and tenderness. I could feel his heartbeat beneath my palms as my hands rested against his chest.

Franco tilted his head slightly, his lips moving against mine with a certainty that made my knees feel unsteady. Every movement felt deliberate, like he was pouring every unspoken word, every emotion he couldn’t quite articulate, into the kiss.

When we finally pulled apart, the world felt quieter, as though the night had paused just for us.

Franco’s thumb brushed against my cheek as he studied my face, his green eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite name but didn’t need to.

“See you at the next race?” he asked softly, his voice tinged with hope and certainty all at once.

“For sure,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper but steady.

His lips curved into a slow, almost disbelieving smile, his hand lingering on my waist for a moment longer before he stepped back.

As I turned and stepped inside the hotel, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I glanced down, my cheeks still warm. A message from Franco lit up my screen:

You’ve completely ruined me, you know that? Best night ever.

I smiled to myself, my heart still racing as the elevator doors closed.

…

I groggily blinked awake, the sunlight peeking through the hotel curtains. My head felt heavy, and for a moment, I debated rolling over and falling right back asleep. But then my phone buzzed on the nightstand, the faint vibration pulling me from the haze of sleep. I reached over, squinting at the screen as I unlocked it.

Three missed calls. A text from Alicia, my colleague, stood out at the top of the notifications.

Why the hell are you on Franco Colapinto’s Instagram story eating dumplings with him on the pavement???

I frowned, propping myself up slightly against the headboard. What?

My thumb hovered over the message before tapping it, and an attached screenshot filled the screen. I blinked at it, then blinked again, sitting up straighter.

There it was, in all its glory: a grainy yet oddly endearing photo of Franco and me, still dressed from last night, sitting on the street outside the noodle shop. Plates of gyoza were scattered between us, the remnants of our late-night feast. My laughter was frozen mid-moment, one hand holding one of the little snacks while the other gestured animatedly. Franco was grinning at me, his green eyes glinting under the dim streetlights.

The caption read: Late-night dining, five stars. 

I groaned, half in disbelief, half in embarrassment, as I clicked out of the screenshot and into Instagram itself. Sure enough, Franco’s story was still live. I stared at it for a moment, heat rising to my cheeks, before my phone buzzed again.

Another text from Alicia.

Is this what you do when you “stay late to lock up”? GIRL. DETAILS. NOW.

I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head as I set the phone down. The embarrassment I’d expected to feel never fully settled in. Instead, a warmth bloomed in my chest, the memory of last night—the dumplings, the laughter, the kiss—playing back in my mind.

I sat back against the pillows, staring at the sunlight filtering through the curtains. My phone buzzed again, but this time it wasn’t a notification or a frantic message from Alicia. It was Franco.

Hope you’re not mad about the dumpling photo. Just wanted to remember the best night I’ve had in a while.

I smiled, the warmth in my chest spreading as I typed out a reply.

Not mad. But you owe me breakfast for making me Instagram famous.

The three dots appeared almost instantly.

Deal. I’ll pick you up in 30.

I laughed softly, setting my phone down on the bedside table. Outside, the city was waking up, but for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel like I was rushing to keep up with it. Instead, I let myself sink into the quiet, a lingering sense of joy wrapping around me like a blanket.

[sgiandubh]

Anon rebelde.

Como siempre después de la tormenta en el vaso de agua del fandom llega la calma chicha.¿Tanta rasgadura de vestiduras por una supuesta campista que podía o no haber coincidido con Sam y muchos más campistas y ahora grillos? Montan el espectáculo y cuando tienen al público congregado, salen por la puerta de atrás. Si eso no es una estrategia para intentar mantener con vida unos blogs que agonizan a partes iguales por la incompetencia de sus responsables, prometiendo pero no dando y saturando de negatividad cualquier gesto o movimiento de Sam que me diga alguien que es porque lo que no es normal, a estas alturas de la película, es que la gente siga cayendo en el engaño barato de YO SE cuando lo único que saben es que su caída está anunciada. Y cuidado con agosto, suele ser mes problemático 🤣

Dear (returning) Anon Rebelde,

Y como siempre, un placer leerte. Sobre todo cuando consigues resumir de forma tan eficaz toda la locura del verano. Pero, como siempre, traducción primero:

'As always, the storm in the teacup of the fandom is followed by dead silence. So much fuss over a supposed camper who might or might not have coincided with Sam (and many more campers) and now - crickets? They put on the show and when the audience finally gathers, they leave through the back door. If that is not a strategy to try and keep alive some blogs that are dying, mainly because of their managers' incompetence, promising but not giving and saturating any gesture or movement of Sam with negativity, then I don't know what it is. Because what is not normal, at this stage, is that people continue to fall for the cheap deception of I KNOW when the only thing they know is that their downfall is announced. And watch out for August, it is usually a problematic month 🤣'

Snake oil sellers never say simple, common sense things like: ' I was wrong' or 'this post has been edited for accuracy' and, in the process, take no responsibility. Context is always scarce, which means zero arguments and (in some extreme cases) zero fucks are actively being given about plausibility.

I always found the most important (and difficult) side of my job as a diplomat was building trust and credibility, both with our counterparts of the host country and our ex-pat community. You can only achieve that if you consistently deliver exactly what you promised and do it at the right moment in time. Reputation is a bitch: it takes years to build and can be ruined in a fraction of a second.

I see no reason why I should suddenly start to be someone else, in here.

If other bloggers have different standards, that is not my problem. That being said, I found this comment absolutely sickening:

Finally a Freudian slip, acknowledging what we knew all along. To some, S is just a piece of meat. Nothing more.

I have no words.

[moon-child1316]

Ella y Yo || Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Ella y yo

Teníamos claro que era una locura

esta relación

Pero la carne nos llamaba y la cama

nos hacía una invitación

A solo hacer el amor

In which Miguel and the reader have a forbidden romance, in secret of her husband.

Content warning: smut and cheating.

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Miguel knew it was wrong. But he couldn't help himself. He couldn't help the way your little moans and whines dragged him deeper and deeper in love with you as he fucked you senseless in the supply closet of HQ. His hand over your mouth as to try and quiet you down.

He couldn't help himself when you clenched around him begging him to fill you up with everything, it was like a drug, a drug he couldn't stop consuming.

So imagine his dread when he sat at the bar deep in HQ. Sitting next to none other but your husband. Your husband and Miguel had been friends for years. Which is why the guilt that he was fucking his wife hit him even deeper.

"Bro, you just have to take her" your husband said "If she's married but she's with you on the download she clearly wants you" your husband said as he took a Sip of his drink "Don't give me advice on this situation" Miguel grumbled as he looked at the TV.

"You know, my wife is the best lady I've ever met. She's classy, she's beautiful she's my inspiration to do better" your husband said. Ouch. Miguel felt like his heart was being crushed. How could he tell him that the woman he loved was also his wife.

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"Fuck... Miguel slow down" you whined. But his thrust into your body were relentless. You held onto the desk for support. Miguel's talons digging into your hips as he took you from behind. His cock stretching out your insides, hitting that spot that made you see stars each time. Why was Miguel being so rough with you? He had seen you with your husband, and while he knew you 2 were nothing, that he was just a fling in your heart. The jealousy inside of him build up like lava.

"I saw you with him" he growled into your ear, his assault on your pussy stopping momentarily. He turned you around, laying you down on the desk and spreading your legs wide for him. "¿Lo hiciste para darme celos?" He asked as he lowered himself closer to you. His cock lining up with your entrance again "No-" you started before moaning as his cock buried deep inside you again "No me mientas" Miguel growled as he started moving again. His pace even more rough this time, reaching impossibly deeper into you. "M-miguel I love you!" You exclaimed. He stopped for a moment, his eyes staring into yours searching for the lie. Because your confession made his heart flutter and his cock throb inside of you. He cupped your face, wrapping your legs around his waist and kissing you, his thrust being more gentle.

He was in too deep

And it was too late to go back now...

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The memory brought something out of Miguel. You were in his bed, sleeping. Yet yout husband thought you were slaving away at the computer. He gulped the last bit of his drink

"Amigo I'm sorry about what I'm about to do" Miguel said as he turned to look at your husband. Your husband raised a brow "What do you mean Miguel?" He asked raising a brow before laughing. "I think you took a few too many drinks"

Miguel raised his hand up to silence him "You know the woman I love. And even though it's not easy what I'm about to do, I'll admit it's your wife" Miguel said. It felt like glass had shattered in the room

"What...?" Your husband asked in disbelief "I went out with your wife" Miguel said again "I-I can't believe you" your husband said looking at the ground. Miguel slammed his hand on the bar and stood up "I've been fucking your wife" he said more sternly now.

Your husband looked up at him and stood up too, pointing his finger right at him "I hope God forgives you because I won't! I lost you both and that the same time" he yelled as he sat back down. Taking his beer in a shaking hand "I see now, it was a lie when she said she was staying late to do work" he whispered

"Well she lied" Miguel said, smugly "It was me and her in my office all alone" he said almost tauntingly. A smirk appearing on his face. Your husband turned to look up at him. "God knows how many other places you've both done it in, I hate you both" your husband yelled. Standing up, slamming a dollar bill on the counter and walking away, anger seething off him.

Miguel stood there for a bit, but as he payed for his drinks and made his way to his bed where you layed, he couldn't deny he was happy. You were finally all his.

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Translations:

¿Lo hiciste para darme celos?

-Did you do it to make me jealous?

No me mientas

-Don't lie to me

Amigo

-Friend

A/N: I don't condone cheating in way/shape/form but I'm Hispanic, and Don Omar just screames Miguel to me; and this is what came out. I have a few more on the works so keep an eye out. I also have my ask box open if anyone wants to make request!

[esuemmanuel]

Cuida de mi corazón, de mi mente y de mi alma, respetando la libertad de mis acciones y el derecho a tomar mis propias decisiones. Se limita a verme ser quien soy mientras aplaude mis logros. Se enorgullece de mi sinceridad y de mi forma de amar, tanto así que, me escucha cuando siento que el amor yace tocando a mi puerta, otra vez. Y es que ella me conoce como a la palma de su mano, sabe que soy amante del amor, de la pasión, de la locura y del sentimiento que palpita en mi corazón cuando el placer de sentir me inunda. Sí, ella deja que goce de mi querencia, de mi palpitar, de ese enamoramiento sensorial que me causa una mente nueva. No le pone tope a mi libertad, pues ella también se beneficia de mis elecciones. Ambos amamos amarnos y amar, por eso es que llevamos abiertos nuestros corazones a esas mentes que quieran, junto a nosotros, caminar.

She cares for my heart, mind and soul, respecting the freedom of my actions and the right to make my own decisions. She just sees me for who I am while applauding my accomplishments. She takes pride in my sincerity and my way of loving, so much so that, she listens to me when I feel that love lies knocking at my door, again. She knows me like the back of her hand, she knows that I am a lover of love, of passion, of madness and of the feeling that beats in my heart when the pleasure of feeling floods me. Yes, she lets me enjoy my love, my throbbing, that sensory infatuation that causes me a new mind. She does not put a limit to my freedom, for she also benefits from my choices. We both love to love each other and to love, that is why we keep our hearts open to those minds that want to walk with us.

[memegrandesblog]

Frases Virales

Puedo ofrecerte una lista de frases y citas que han sido populares y virales a lo largo de los años, en especial aquellas que se han compartido y repetido en redes sociales, memes y tendencias. Algunas de estas frases son de películas, otras de personajes famosos, o simplemente de situaciones que resonaron con muchos usuarios en internet.

Aquí te dejo una lista con algunas de las frases más virales de la web:

Frases de películas y cultura pop:

1 "Que la fuerza te acompañe." – Star Wars 2 "Hazlo o no lo hagas, pero no lo intentes." – Star Wars: El Imperio Contraataca 3 "Mi nombre es Bond, James Bond." – James Bond 4 "I’ll be back." – Terminator 5 "Vengan a mí, mis queridos, vamos a hacer historia." – Gladiador 6 "May the odds be ever in your favor." – Los juegos del hambre 7 "Why so serious?" – El caballero oscuro 8 "La vida es como una caja de chocolates, nunca sabes lo que te va a tocar." – Forrest Gump 9 "No puedo hacer eso, Dave." – 2001: Odisea del espacio 10 "Tienes que ver lo que estoy viendo, porque lo que estoy viendo es asombroso." – El Gran Lebowski

Frases virales de internet y memes:

1 "Es lo que hay." – Expresión popularizada en internet. 2 "Y si no te gusta, me da igual." – Usada en memes para mostrar indiferencia. 3 "Esto es épico." – Común en videos virales. 4 "¿Por qué siempre me pasa a mí?" – Usada en memes de situaciones desafortunadas. 5 "Dímelo sin palabras." – En muchos memes con imágenes de expresiones faciales. 6 "Esto es una locura, bro." – Muy popular en videos virales y transmisiones en vivo. 7 "No tengo palabras." – Usada en situaciones impactantes o sorprendentes. 8 "Estoy llorando, pero de la risa." – Emociones extremas en situaciones divertidas. 9 "Aquí tienes un meme, no lo desperdicies." – En referencia a compartir memes. 10 "El 2020 está siendo un año de locos." – Frase repetida durante la pandemia de COVID-19.

Frases de influencers y creadores de contenido:

1 "¿A quién le importa?" – Comúnmente usado por influencers. 2 "¡Qué guapo soy!" – Frase típica en videos de TikTok. 3 "Chicos, tengo algo importante que contarles." – Usada en historias de Instagram o videos virales. 4 "Nunca olvides que eres único… al igual que todos los demás." – Usada irónicamente en muchos memes. 5 "¡Es hora de ponerte las pilas!" – Motivacional, pero también usada en tono humorístico. 6 "¿Me sigues o te sigo?" – Frase de interacción en redes sociales. 7 "Esto es fuego." – Popularizada en TikTok, para describir algo muy bueno o impresionante. 8 "Ya me cansé de ser tan perfecto." – Citas irónicas usadas por influencers. 9 "¡No seas tóxico!" – Muy popular entre los gamers y en debates de cultura digital. 10 "Lo hice por la vibra." – Usada por creadores que buscan llamar la atención o hacerlo por diversión.

Frases de canciones virales:

1 "Despacito, quiero respirar tu cuello despacito." – Despacito (Luis Fonsi ft. Daddy Yankee) 2 "I’m a survivor, I’m not gonna give up." – Survivor (Destiny’s Child) 3 "What does the fox say?" – The Fox (Ylvis) 4 "Baby, just shut up and dance with me." – Shut Up and Dance (Walk The Moon) 5 "Let it go, let it go!" – Frozen (Idina Menzel) 6 "Take me to church." – Take Me to Church (Hozier) 7 "I will survive!" – I Will Survive (Gloria Gaynor) 8 "I'm sorry, I’m not sorry." – Sorry Not Sorry (Demi Lovato) 9 "Rolling in the deep." – Rolling in the Deep (Adele) 10 "Yasss, queen!" – Popularizado por drag queens y cultura LGBTQ+, y viralizado en redes sociales.

Frases divertidas y populares en internet:

1 "No es lo mismo, pero es igual." – Frase usada en memes y videos divertidos. 2 "¡Holi!" – Saludo popularizado en plataformas como TikTok y Twitter. 3 "Alguien tiene que decirlo…" – Frase de discusión o revelación en memes. 4 "Yo no soy el culpable." – Frase recurrente en situaciones cómicas. 5 "Soy el peor, pero soy el mejor." – Usada irónicamente en situaciones de fracaso y éxito simultáneos. 6 "¡Qué perra vida!" – Expresión de sorpresa o frustración en situaciones complejas. 7 "Es que no entendiste, es muy complicado." – Frase común para situaciones difíciles. 8 "¡Me mataste!" – Usada en situaciones muy sorprendentes o divertidas. 9 "Qué triste, pero qué cierto." – Usada para aceptar situaciones difíciles con humor. 10 "No puedo con mi vida." – Expresión de agotamiento y frustración.

Frases de motivación y superación personal:

1 "El que no arriesga no gana." 2 "Lo que no te mata te hace más fuerte." 3 "Cree en ti mismo y todo será posible." 4 "Hazlo con pasión o no lo hagas." 5 "El éxito es la suma de pequeños esfuerzos repetidos día tras día." 6 "Nunca es tarde para comenzar." 7 "No te rindas, cada fracaso es una oportunidad para comenzar de nuevo." 8 "El dolor es temporal, el orgullo es para siempre." 9 "La vida comienza donde termina tu zona de confort." 10 "Lo único imposible es aquello que no intentas."

Estas son solo algunas de las frases que han sido muy virales y repetidas a lo largo de los años en internet. Las frases virales pueden cambiar constantemente dependiendo de las tendencias, memes y temas del momento.

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“Your stupid spider”

Superhero vs Villain!Reader Prompts

Request: Anonymous: Hello there! Could you write a Superhero vs Villain, where the reader is Peter Parker's best friend but also his enemy? You can use #3 if you want. By the way I love your stories and your writing. Lots of love.

Prompt #3: Truce? 

Pairing: Superhero!Peter Parker x Villain!Fem!Reader

Summary: Peter Parker is your best friend, and Spider-man is your enemy. You finally discover that they are the same person.

Warnings: Violence. 

Word count: 2446

A/N: Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.

"If you are really interested in how I discovered the identity of my greatest enemy, please read on."

You. An ordinary girl, born in Brooklyn to a single parent family who had moved into a small flat in the Queens area with her mother. No drugs, no alcohol, no tobacco, your obsession was pancakes and syrup. You didn't do any chores, and you didn't sneak out of the housework. After school you went home with your friends to do your homework. You liked reading, and you listened to music with headphones so as not to disturb the neighbours. In short, a teenager that many parents wish they had.

However, your persona wasn't all rosy, just because Y/N was like that, didn't mean your alter ego was too. You had a secret, everyone has secrets, you might think, but it wasn't just any secret, it was "The Secret", and no one knew it. That's why you could say it was the best kept secret in Queens, or at least that's what you thought until he came along. Spider-man.

Everything went smoothly, it took you a while to assume your powers, your teleportation, but when you got it you enjoyed your solitude in your night outings. You discovered the reality of New York City, the nocturnal and dark atmosphere of being hidden in the shadows, that is to say, you had fun as only you knew how to do. Nevertheless, since the arrival of that Spider-man, your fun was over. That man had in mind to destroy the true essence of the city and that was something you could not allow.

Your first meeting was at the top of Rockefeller Center, a night like any other after the end of one of the most intrepid police chases in Midtown West. There you were, watching the chase unfold, and there he arrived. Remarkably, due to the concealment of your costumes, neither of you could figure out who the other was, and your voice-impersonation skills helped you never get caught. All in all, that was one of many encounters you would have in the wake of Spider-Man's popularity. But still, your life went on.

"Are you telling me you're going to stand me up this afternoon for helping your aunt bake a cake?" you asked Peter between complaints. "You know we have to study for the chemistry test on Friday. And that I'm nothing without you in chemistry."

Although you tried to show him the most apologetic face in the whole world, Peter was not immune to it. 

"Sorry Y/N," he closed his locker after grabbing his books. "I promised May last week, it's very important for her to give a good welcome to the new neighbours."

You rolled your eyes but finally came to terms with your defeat.

"Okay Parker," you gave him a little push. "But you've been letting me down in the afternoons for three days now. You'll make it up to me."

You winked and Peter's cheeks quickly turned pink, he gave you a shy smile and nodded goodbye. He was adorable. It was actually good to be free in the afternoons, since Spider-Man had gotten in your way, you had a complex relationship, playing cat and mouse, trying to hinder each other's actions, and it was interesting that week.

Like the previous days, after finishing your chores at home, you put on your black suit and disappeared. Your power was complex, you didn't fully understand it yet and you knew it would take a while, but you weren't scared. You could teleport to a specific place, teleport to another person or object, and even open portals to other places. But these superpowers had played tricks on you, sometimes you appeared in places you didn't recognise and then didn't know how to get back, or you had to return home by taking public transport. Everything has its drawbacks.

Dusk was falling over the island of Manhattan, it was a busy spring evening in New York, big businessmen were leaving their offices, dog walkers were wandering into Central Park and a group of elementary school students were leaving the Museum of Arts and Design. You caught your gaze on the broad clock of a prominent building and instantly there he was, coming from 8th Avenue.

You smiled, you were in the mood for fun and what better way than to open a portal right in front of him to get rid of Spider-man and send him a few blocks further south.

"Woah!" he exclaimed, stepping into the portal and disappearing, not for long.

You started laughing, he always fell into your trap and yet he was still funny to you.

"Hello Miss Holes!"

Within two minutes it landed next to you throwing a spider web which you dodged opening a new portal.

"Too slow, stupid spider," you said with a grin hidden under your mask.  "And too predictable to be the mascot of the Avengers.

The two of you began a small battle on top of that building, as if choreographed.

"Hey!" he exclaimed somewhat offended, dodging a new portal. "I'm not the Avengers' mascot."

"Then why is it your turn to do the dirty work?" you ran off, shaking off his cobwebs.

"What...?" began Spider-man somewhat confusedly pausing over the rooftop antenna. "What dirty work?"

You let out a small laugh and in an instant you teleported to his side.

"You know," you began to lower your tone."Robbing old ladies, selling drugs in the neighbourhood - oh, you even helped a woman yesterday who didn't know where to find the underground," you squinted. "Spidey, you're so bored that the most exciting thing in your life is meeting me."

You were so lost for words that you didn't see it coming. In that instant a spider web, a bit slimy for your taste, wrapped around your mouth like a gag silencing your every word. You quickly tried to get rid of it with little luck.

"Thank goodness!" exclaimed your opponent alejándose de ti. "Much better. Sorry about that, but we'll be doing us both a favour."

You touched solid ground again, and raised your hands in the direction of the satellite dish, teleporting it in the direction of Spider-man, who quickly dodged it. From that moment on, your rage intensified, increasing the tension of the fight, which usually ended without a clear winner, only exhaustion won out.

"Woah! That was a close one!" he exclaimed, leaping ten metres above you.

Your throat squeaked, but no sound escaped because of the gag. You tried to get rid of it by teleporting it away, but it wasn't possible. At that moment you would have made it disappear forever if you could, but finally you stopped throwing objects at it, to disappear from there yourself.

It wasn't being a good day for you, maybe it also had to do with the fact that you were sure that your best friend didn't have to make any cake with his aunt May, nor did he have to accompany her to dance classes or anything like that, they were all excuses and you didn't know why he was making them.

In milliseconds you were back in your room, rummaging through your things to get rid of that gag and remove the mask from your costume. Nothing was any good. You had no idea what that spider's web was made of, but nothing could break it.

In desperation you tried again to teleport it, but you were unable to concentrate all your attention on it. You had only one hope left, Peter, he would surely know how to get rid of her, although you would owe him a lot more explanations. You closed your eyes, instantly you were inside his room, luckily he wasn't there, nor was he inside the house, everything was silent. So you assumed that he was not baking a cake with his aunt.

A couple of hours passed, just enough time to come up with a plan before Peter arrived.You had taken a handful of sheets of paper, you knew that when he came in he would be scared and might scream, so you summarised your story as best you could on those sheets of paper.

You heard the front door close, Peter was talking to May and heading towards his room. You took the sheets of paper and positioned yourself in the middle of the room, waiting for him to come in, as if it was the movie "love actually". It was an embarrassing situation.  You watched as the doorknob turned and there he appeared.

It took a few moments for his eyes to settle on you, but at that very moment both of them widened like saucers.

"How the hell...!"

You quickly raised your hand, trying not to make your friend squeal or panic, and pointed hurriedly to the sheets of paper you were holding.

Peter closed the door behind him with a stunned look on his face.

"Please don't shout," he began, reading the posters in a trembling voice. "I'm not going to hurt you."

You dropped a sheet of paper on the floor.

"It's me, Y/N," Peter's voice dimmed, and it took him a while to react. "WHAT?!!!!"

You quickly raised your arms again in a way to stop him from screaming.

" Whoa, whoa, whoa!" exclaimed Peter again. "What are you saying?!"

Dejaste que los carteles se cayeran al suelo y saltaste sobre él intentando cubrir su boca con tus manos. En aquellos momentos estabas segura de que su tía May entraría en la habitación en segundos debido al ruido. Peter seguía gritando cosas inentendibles bajo tus manos, con sus ojos castaños abiertos como platos mirándote. Decidiste destaparle la boca, ya que no servía para nada y volviste a por los folios para ponérselos nuevamente frente a él.

“¡Esto es una locura!” se llevó las manos a la cara, pero continuó leyendo los folios. “Spider-man me ha lanzado una de sus telarañas,” cambiaste de folio. “Y no puedo deshacerme de ella, tienes que ayudarme.”

Peter stood still watching you, his eyes were red with nervousness and his nostrils flared every time he took in and released air from his lungs. You knew it was going to be a shock to your friend, but you didn't understand how it was affecting him so much. You raised your arms, quickly pointed to the spider web gagging your mouth, you needed to get rid of it and then you would give him all the explanations he needed.

A blushing Peter slowly approached you, stepped around you and in an instant you felt no more pressure. At last you could rest, your jaw and mouth were sore, but it was no surprise to you, what was surprising was that your friend had got rid of the restraint in a second.

Puzzled, you turned to him, who was still in shock and looked a little frightened. He carefully brought his hands to the top of your mask and slowly lifted it, exposing your face.

"I can explain," you said calmly. "I..."

"Oh my god," Peter interrupted you, sitting up in his bed.

"Listen," you shook your head and sat down next to him. "I understand your reaction, it's crazy, I should have explained it to you a lot sooner, but- Wait, how did you get that obnoxious fabric off me so fast?"

Peter put his hands to his head and sighed.

"It's synthetic spider silk," he explained without looking at you. "It's got the gigapascals augmented, with its web you can hold even a car in the air, but-"

"Wait," you stared at him.

Your mind worked fast enough to grasp enough information and connect it in a couple of seconds. You slowly rose slowly from his side and looked at him with a frown.

"What?!" you exclaimed this time. "That's impossible!"

"Yes!" exclaimed Peter getting up and holding his hands to his head. "That's what I was thinking! It's impossible!"

At that instant the door to the room opened revealing a smiling May.

"Peter yo - Hey Y/N!" she greeted with a frown.  "I didn't know you were here. Are you staying for dinner?"

"Hi, May. No, no," you said quickly in a bit of a daze. "Thank you very much, but my mother's expecting me for dinner."

"Okay," she smiled looking you up and down. "Nice suit!" your cheeks took on a ruddy colour. "Peter, dinner in half an hour."

"Thank you May," Peter replied a little shyly.

His aunt closed the door again.

"That's why you were always making excuses for me in the evenings!" you reproached him."And the Stark scholarship! How could I have been so blind?" "And the Stark scholarship! How could I have been so blind?"

"I know, I know," said Peter, as he paced around his room next to you. "By the way, your powers - they're awesome!"

You motioned for him to lower his voice again. This situation was crazy, you didn't know whether to be relieved, to teleport, or to teleport him to a place far away. You leaned your back against the wall, closing your eyes so you could think clearly.He was your best friend, had you been hating your best friend all this time?He was your best friend, had you been hating your best friend all this time? He was your best friend, had you been hating your best friend all this time?  Peter stood in front of you.

"Hey..." he whispered caressing your cheek, the place where your spider web had passed. "If I'd known... If you'd stayed a little longer I'd have taken it off."

You crossed your arms over your chest and looked up at him arching an eyebrow. "This is too much."

You looked straight into those brown eyes, they had been a weakness for you since fifth grade. Besides, his gaze accompanied with the caress of his fingers on your cheek lowered your defences.

"Please stay for dinner. If you want, we can study chemistry later," Peter said almost pleadingly.

"Really?" you asked in confusion. "You want to study chemistry after everything that just happened?"

"Truce?" Peter arched a somewhat hopeful eyebrow.

"You're one of a kind, you stupid spider," you said, unable to hide a grin.

"You stupid spider."

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Anyway this is the most emotional playlist I’ve ever made, thanks Total Drama World Tour

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Lyric song artist

But he’s distant and you found him on the phone/pleading, saying “Baby, I love you, and I’ll leave her/and I’m coming out to California” Does He Love You? Rilo Kiley

You turned down the light in me; I think our time is over./And ain’t it funny how sweet I dream, but the bed keeps on getting colder? Ace Reject, Sugababes

Me abrazaría al diablo sin dudar/por ver tu cara al escucharme hablar!/Eres todo lo que más quiero/pero te pierdo en mis silencios. Muñeca de Trapo, La Oreja de Van Gogh

I just want it to be perfect/to believe it’s all been worth the fight/lies/don’t wanna know, don’t wanna know. Lies, MARINA

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene/I’m begging of you, please don’t take my man/Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene/please don’t take him even though you can. Jolene, Dolly Parton

And so it seems that you’ve grown up and over me/and these silly things I like to dwell on/Test sights keep me up at night/chainlink and metres, I talk to you/It’s cold out there, but I’m telling you/I’m lonely too. Science Vs. Romance, Rilo Kiley

You always make me do those things, things, things/Shut me up then make me sing, sing, sing/You love it when I scream your name, name/But you get your kicks out of causing me pain, pain, pain! Beat Me Up, Allison Iraheta

It almost feels like a joke to play out the part/when you are not the starring role in someone else’s heart/You know I’d rather work alone than play a supporting role/if I can’t get a starring role. Starring Role, MARINA

I’m having the day from hell/It was all going so well (before you came)/and you told me you needed space/with a kiss on the side of my face (not again)/And not to mention the tears I shed/when I should have kicked your ass instead/I need intervention, attention to stop temptation to scream! When It All Falls Apart, The Veronicas

Now tell me what I think about you/and tell me if you think about me/and tell me, when you touch her, is it really love or/just another fantasy?/And tell me does she make you laugh?/And tell me does she make you move?/And tell me does she get you, take away your breath?/Just tell me that it can’t be true/what I found out about you. Found Out About You (incorrectly labelled as Average Girl) Emily Osment

All the pain I thought I knew/All the thoughts lead back to you/Back to what was never said/Back and forth inside my head/I can't handle this confusion/I'm unable, come and take me away Take Me Away, Avril Lavigne

Entiendo que te fueras y ahora pago mi condena/pero no me pidas que quiera vivir/sin tu luna, sin tu sol, sin tu dulce locura/Me vuelvo pequeña y menuda/La noche te sueña y se burla/te intento abrazar y te escudas Dulce Locura, La Oreja de Van Gogh

Come on, come on, don’t leave me like this/I thought I had you figured out/Something’s gone terribly wrong/You’re all I wanted/Come on, come on, don’t leave me like this/I thought I had you figured out/Can’t breath whenever you’re gone/Can’t turn back now, I’m haunted! Haunted, Taylor Swift

But now he’s gone, I don’t know why/To this day sometimes I cry/He didn’t even say goodbye/Didn’t take the time to lie... Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) Nancy Sinatra

You betrayed me/And I know that you'll never feel sorry/For the way I hurt, yeah/You'd talk to her/When we were together/Loved you at your worst/But that didn't matter/It took you two weeks/To go off and date her/Guess you didn't cheat/But you're still a traitor. traitor, Olivia Rodrigo

I'm giving up on everything/Because you messed me up/Don't know how much/You screwed it up/You never listened/That's just too bad. Forgotten, Avril Lavigne

I know you thought that I wouldn’t notice/you were acting so strange - I’m not that dumb/And in the end, I hope she was worth it/I don’t care if you love me, you make me numb. You Ruin Me, The Veronicas

Boyfriend kisser/I thought she was my friend/but now it’s time to diss her/Sure we had some fun times but I’m not gonna miss her now/Boyfriend kisser/ you’re gonna get what’s coming to you/if it’s the last thing I ever do! Boyfriend Kisser, TDWT

Because you wrote/‘I wish you were her’/you left out the ‘e’/you left without me/and now you’re somewhere out there with a/bitch slut psycho babe/I hate you, why are guys so lame?/Everything I gave you/I want everything back but you! Everything Back But You, Avril Lavigne

Well you broke my heart, so I broke your nose/and I’m not sorry that I got blood on your clothes/Well you broke my heart, so I dyed your eyebrows blue/and I’m not sorry that your mates all laughed at you (yeah they do!) You Broke My Heart, Love Bites

Por eso esperaba con la carita empapada/a que llegaras con rosas, con mil rosas para mí/Porque ya sabes que me encantan esas cosas/que no importa si es muy tonto, soy así/Y aún me parece mentira que se escape mi vida/imaginando que vuelves a pasarte por aquí/Donde los viernes cada tarde, como siempre/la esperanza dice quieta, hoy quizás sí. Rosas, La Oreja de Van Gogh

I’m making out like I don’t care/but in her sleep I cut her hair/We can’t be lovers and we can’t be friends/but I still want you and I can’t pretend/the way it hurts, it’s just not fair/A little twist of the knife, yeah/A little salt in the cut, yeah/A little thorn in the side and it stings like hell! Cruel, The Veronicas

She’s not a saint and she’s not what you think, she’s an actress/And she’s better known for the things that she does on the mattress/Soon she’s gonna find stealing other people’s toys on the playground won’t make you many friends/She should keep in mind, she should keep in mind, there is nothing I do better than revenge! Better Than Revenge, Taylor Swift

You had all the chances in the world to let me know the truth/What the hell’s wrong with you?/Are you even listening when I talk to you?/Do you even care what I’m going through?/Your eyes stare, and they’re staring right through me/You’re right there but it’s like you never knew me/Do you even know how much it hurt/that you gave up on me to be with her?/Revenge is sweeter than you ever were. Revenge Is Sweeter (Than You Ever Were), The Veronicas

I dug my key into the side/of his pretty little suped-up four-wheel drive/Carved my name into his leather seats/I took a Louisville Slugger to both headlights/Slashed a hole in all four tires/Maybe next time, he’ll think before he cheats. Before He Cheats, Carrie Underwood

You were everything, everything that I wanted/And we were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it/All of the memories so close to me just fade away/All this time you were pretending, so much for my happy ending. My Happy Ending, Avril Lavigne

Am I meant to sit here and just take this/When you promised me I would be/The one that you would never leave. Can't believe I felt for what you said/Does it make you feel good to make me feel like less than I am?/Does it make you feel strong? Like you're a bigger man? Cold, The Veronicas

I wanna be a virgin pure/A twenty-first century whore/I want back my virginity/so I can feel infinity/I wanna drink until I ache/I wanna make a big mistake/I want blood, guts, and angel cake/I’m gonna puke it anyway! Teen Idle, MARINA

And there's two more lonely people in the world tonight/Baby, you and I are just two more lonely people/who gave up the fight, yeah, wrong or right/Well you know my heart is aching/you don't have to break it/If love don't change your mind/Then there's two more lonely people tonight. Two More Lonely People, Miley Cyrus

I do this thing where I think I’m real sick/but I won’t go to the doctor to find out about it/cause they make you stay all still in a real small space/as they chart up your insides and put them on display/They’d see all of me, all of it, all of it/all the good that won’t come out of me/and all these stupid lies I hide behind/It’s such a big mistake/lying here in your warm embrace. The Good That Won’t Come Out, Rilo Kiley

But tell me, does she kiss/like I used to kiss you?/Does it feel the same/when she calls your name?/Somewhere deep inside/you must know I miss you/But what can I say?/Rules must be obeyed/The judges will decide/The likes of me abide/Spectators of the show/always staying low/The game is on again/A lover or a friend/A big thing or a small/The winner takes it all... The Winner Takes It All, ABBA

So I'll go/sit on the floor wearing your clothes/All that I know is I don't know/how to be something you miss/Never thought we'd have a last kiss/Never imagined we'd end like this/Your name, forever the name on my lips/just like our last kiss. Last Kiss, Taylor Swift

Hold your head up high, you're never wrong/Somewhere in the right, you belong/You would rather fight than walk away/What a lonely way to breathe the air/What an unlovely way to say you care/Now we're too far gone for me to save/And I never thought that we'd come to this... Nobody Wins, The Veronicas

I lay back in a/glittering mist and I/I think of all the men I/I could have kissed.../I haven’t lived my life, I/haven’t lived love, it’s just/a bird’s-eye view from/from up above. Living Dead, MARINA

Are you aware of what you make me feel, baby?/Right now I feel invisible to you, like I’m not real/Didn’t you feel me lock my arms around you?/Why’d you turn away?/Here’s what I have to say/I was left to cry there/Waiting outside there/Grinning with a lost stare/That’s when I decided/Why should I care?/‘Cause you weren’t there when I was scared, I was so alone/You, you need to listen/I’m starting to trip/I’m losing my grip and I’m in this thing alone! Losing Grip, Avril Lavigne

You’re chasing, I’m running/The weapons keep coming/Don’t do it, I’ll lose it/I’m seeing red!/I’m on low resistance/Better keep your distance/before you do something/you might regret!/I scream, you shout/You’re my favourite enemy/I wanna hurt you/like you’re hurting me!/Up, down, your words/come with more intensity/This heartache/won’t go away... Bruised, Sugababes

‘Cause you’re just damage control/for a walking corpse/like me, like you!/‘Cause we’ll all be/portions for foxes/Yeah, we’ll all be/portions for foxes! Portions For Foxes, Rilo Kiley

And good for you, it’s like you never even met me/Remember when you swore to God I was the only/person who ever got you? Well, screw that and screw you/You will never have to hurt the way you know that I do! good 4 u, Olivia Rodrigo

Don’t waste the pretty on him/Don’t waste the pretty on pain/When it gets too much to take/don’t give it away/Don’t waste the pretty on life/Soon it’s gonna fly on by/Whatever way you gotta say it/don’t waste the pretty. Don’t Waste The Pretty, Allison Iraheta

Give a little, get a lot/That's just how you are with love/Give a little, get a lot/Yeah, you may be good looking but you're not a piece of art/Power and control/I’m gonna make you fall/Power and control/I’m gonna make you fall/Women and men, we are the same/But love will always be a game/We give and take a little more/Eternal game of tug and war. Power & Control, MARINA

I hate you now/so go away from me/You’re gone, so long/I can do better, I can do better!/And hey, hey you/I found myself again/That’s why you’re gone/I can do better, I can do better! I Can Do Better, Avril Lavigne

And silly me to believe/oh, oh, oh, I was unique/When I’m there, you put on a show/Oh, oh, oh, you gotta go!/‘Cause what’s true about you?/Who are you when I’m gone?/Wanted to be with you/Don’t know what I was on/‘Cause you got me to forget me/Oh, oh, oh, you know that’s true!/Yeah, you got me to forget me/so Friday I’ll be over you! Friday I’ll Be Over U, Allison Iraheta

Don’t act so innocent/This was no accident/You planned this in the end and now it’s over/Say what you want to say/You lied and I got played/You threw it all away/And now it’s over/Just face it/We didn’t make it/You bit off more than you can chew/Can you taste it? Bite Me, Avril Lavigne

Know that I loved you so bad/I let you treat me like that/I was your willing accomplice, honey/And I watched as you fled the scene/Doe-eyed as you buried me/One heart broke, four hands bloody/Those things I did/Just so I could call you mine/The things you did/Well, I hope I was your favourite crime. favorite crime, Olivia Rodrigo

I'm getting tired of you pushing me ‘round/Dragging me down/Making a sound because you wanna/I guess that’s why I like messing with you/Putting you through/A lesson or two, because I'm gonna. Leave Me Alone, The Veronicas

There’s no time for tears/I’m just sitting here planning my revenge/There’s nothing stopping me from going out/with all of your best friends!/And if you come around/saying sorry to me/my daddy’s gonna show you how sorry you’ll be! Picture To Burn, Taylor Swift

Knowing me, knowing you/there is nothing we can do/Knowing me, knowing you/we just have to face it, this time we’re through/Breaking up is never easy I know/but I have to go/Knowing me, knowing you/it’s the best I can do. Knowing Me, Knowing You, ABBA

No, I just don’t understand why you won’t talk to me/It hurts that I’m so unwanted for nothing, don’t talk words against me/I wanted to know you, I wanted to show you/You don’t know me, don’t ignore me/You don’t want me there, you just shut me out/You don’t know me, don’t ignore me/If you had your way, you’d just shut me up/Make me go away. Unwanted, Avril Lavigne

I fell in love with you long before I knew/what it meant to give everything up/I was a rolling stone rolling my way along/’til you came and made sense out of everything/But you couldn’t wait/I couldn’t promise you anything/If it was all a mistake/Then I guess we’re both to blame/I could have been so many things/but it would never be enough for you/I was the one you counted on/tut I was never the one for you/Now I know/I lost you a long time ago. A Long Time Ago, First Aid Kit

Never knew how much it’d hurt you to keep me/You don’t even know if you really need me/How can I fight when love is the enemy?/I don’t exist until you release me. Let Me Out, The Veronicas

Roses are dry/Violets are black/and I can be cruel/just like you/Tables have turned/can’t help but laugh/while saying we’re through/just like you. Just Like You, Allison Iraheta

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

ANGEL REYES x READER ⨟ PROMPT

Anon asked: Hi idk if your still doing prompt requests but I’d love 48 & 49 with Angel Reyes 🥺💜

Prompts:

48. "Sing for me”.

49. “I love you”. (saying it for the first time)

Song: ‘Ocean’, Karol G.

Word Count: 450

Author comments: This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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Whenever Angel has a free day, he likes to spend the night before talking with you or doing a movie marathon, being his only way to disconnect from everything. He also turns off his phone, so the crew won't bother him when you're together. You usually go to bed extremely late, so when you wake up under his grip, you escape from it slowly and silently to prepare a good breakfast. Pancakes, orange juice, fried bacon, toasted bread (...), exactly what he needs after long days with the club.

For no reason, you're happy today. So happy that you start to sing without noticing it having extra motivation when your favorite song plays on the radio, as a signal that it's going to be an amazing day. You're wearing nothing but one of his shirts, covering you until your knees and the fabric dancing as your hips do with the latin rhythm. Very focused on the pancakes to not get burned, you don't realize that your boyfriend is staring at you from the door with a silly smile on his face. But when you turn to take a dish and serve breakfast in, Angel scares the shit out of you, placing a hand on your racing heart.

“Jeez… Stop being that silent!”

You're truly ashamed, with your cheeks burning because it's the first time he hears you singing. Actually, it's not something that you usually do, even if you love it.

“Sing for me”. He begs you walking closer and opening his hands to hold you with. “I love your voice”.

“God, no”. You laugh while he kisses your face all around.

“Please, please, please”. He says once and again, until you finally snort nodding.

“... vamos a enseñarle al mundo lo que es el amor, tú y yo podemos juntos. Porque amo todas las locuras de tu mente, y así me gusta presumirte ante la gente”.

You're singing with a soft tone of voice, almost dancing with your boyfriend, looking at you really amazed. He kisses you, slow, smooth, tasting your lips and taking his time doing it, pushing you closer.

“I love you, mi dulce”. He whispers, keeping his eyes closed like you, resting his forehead on yours.

You've been together for the last four months, and it's the first time he makes it real by saying those words. That's something you can feel and, actually, you don't need to hear it to know it. But it gives you some nice chills down your spine.

“I love you too, mi angel”. You reply without hesitation, leaning on your tiptoes to kiss him again, leaving some caresses on the back of his head above the messy black hair.

[dachi-chan25]

Haven't done this in a while but I had the time so why not?

1.- Pizza Girl by Kyoung Jean Frazier

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I really did like it, reminded me a lot of "Convinience store woman". Like clearly our protagonist needed thrapy ASAP to help her deal with her dad's death, her pregnancy, her attraction to women and hell just for existing as an Asian woman in the USA, but I liked how messy and obsesive she was and how the author allowed her to be fucked up and take bad decisions, I love to see female characters simply exist, it's also a pretty short read so I definitely recommend it.

2.-The Authentics by Abdi Nazemian

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Daría is a persian teen who is really involved in her cultural background and feels that the most important thing one can be is authentic, so that's the name she and her friends take for their clique. But everything comes crashing down on her when she discovers she is adopted, and soon follows an identity crisis. I loved it so much, it felt pretty realistic, like Daría could be self absorbed and unlikeable at times, but who wasn't as a teen? And we get such beautiful heartwarming moments between Daría and her family and friends. Totally recommend it.

3.- The Mall by Megan McCafferty

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Cassie has her life completely mapped out but nothing goes quite as planned, first she gets mononucleosis and after she gets better gets dumped and fired almost simultaneously. Determined not to let it get the best of her, Cassie gets a brand new job, reconnects with an old friend and even finds a hidden treasure. This one is so much fun, all the 90s references and the growth Cassie goes through is amazing, honeslty i would love to see this as a Netflix movie.

4.- Luster by Raven Leilani

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This book was hard, Edie is a very raw character, at first she seems flippant even when describing disturbing facts about her past or details about her relationship with a much older man she seems to be talking about something that happened to someone else all this to cope dealing with her solitude, her trauma, her self hate. And gosh it was so intresting to see her interact with Rebecca and Akila, especially Akila as Edie finds kinship in this young girl not only cuz they are both black but because they are both lost and afraid.

5.- Lakewood by Megan Giddings

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Lena decides to participate on a financially compensated medical experiment so her mom can get proper medical care and to lessen their debts after her Grandmother's death.

So I had many mixed feelings about this, on one hand I liked that we are adressing how sistematical racism has permited experiments on black people with no consequences at all and how it has been happening for decades, but there were certain parts of the book that I couldn't enjoy as much because they were very trippy like I get we are on Lena's mind as things are becoming muddled up because of the medications and all those mind games and the words they have her memorize and repeat but all of it took me a bit away from the story. Still I do recommend it just be aware there is quite a bit of body horror in this so if you are sqeamish better skip it.

6.-The Voting Booth - Brandy Colbert

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Marva and Duke meet on election day as she helps him find the precint he is registered on.

This is very enjoyable, the story is very straightforward, and it insists on our right and responsability to vote even if we feel our vote alone can't possibly change all the injustice we see in the world. And also the romance was cute and developed slowly as Marva and Duke are just knowing each other. Really cute and quick read.

7.- Such a fun age - Kiley Reid

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Emira works as a babysitter for the Chamberleins' . She loves her little charge Briar, although she feels preassured to seek a 'real job' by her friends and by her own economic troubles. Emira soon finds herself in the middle of a tug of war between her boss Alix who tries to befriend her, and Kelley the guy she is dating.

So much drama. This is a great example of what performative activism looks like, first Alix is completely nuts, from her obsession to be seen as this wonderful understanding girl boss activist and the down right creepy sense of entitlement to Emira's friendship and intimacy. Like it doesn't surprise me she chose to victimize herself instead of recognizing it had all been a misunderstanding. And even then she still wants to seem atractive to the man she feels victimized by. Girl no.

Kelley is the ultimate fake woke ally. Dude Robbie was wrong period, he had no business inviting people over to someone else's house no matter the color of his skin. You don't get to talk over Emira on matters of what a person of color should do or feel on certain situations. That said it was so funny when he and Alix called each other out for their fetishization of people of color and yet none of them actually gave a damn about what Emira thought/felt/percieved. They just wanted her stamp of approval so they could pat themselves in the back for being such good allies.

8.- The Life and (Medieval) times of Kit Sweetly by Jamie Pacton

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Kit is working as a serving wench at the Castle, medieval themed restaurant run by her uncle, though she really wants to be a Knight, not only cuz the better pay would help around the house but because she really admires Joan of Arc, problem is the Castle management doesn't allow for anyone who is not a cis male to be a knight. Kit is set on changing that.

Ok so I feel a bit lukewarm toward this. Kit in my opinion doesn't get much growth, it seems she just can do whatever and her friends have to be ok w it, her romance w her friend feels pulled out of nowhere like Jett at one point tells her he is not intrested in dating her and then he is ???, those GoT references killed me, I get it I watched the show and sometimes even enjoyed it but it's not representative of anything medieval and Kit was always talking about how much she liked the actual history of the medieval times so...

Also as much as this book was about feminism and how we should fight for equal job oportunities, it feels as though Kit only cared about medieval woman who fought physically and not on the badass medieval woman, like idk it feels as a rejection of tradicional feminity like even the girl playing the Princess is a jerk. But I did like some parts, like her decision to confront her asshole dad to help her mom and the girls training together.

9.-Cien años de soledad de Gabriel Garcia Marquez

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En Macondo, una población Colombiana a un lado del río, vemos como una de sus familias fundadoras crece, se expande y cambia a través de cien años.

Me encanto, hace mucho tiempo que no leía una novela de realismo mágico que me provocará tantos sentimientos. Creo que todos los personajes reflejan aspectos de la humanidad tan diversos y complejos que sería inútil tratar de enlistarlos todos.

Ultimadamente siento que lo que condenó a la familia Buendia a cumplir las profecías de Melquiades fue sus propia naturaleza que ellos nunca tuvieron intención de pelear, siempre sucumbian a las locuras o pasiones que los inundarán sin mesura alguna o consideración por las consecuencias. Y creo que aún así lo prefiero pues es lo que hace a cada personaje por confuso que a veces llegue a ser la repetición de nombres (que para mi es el simbolismo de una naturaleza y destino continuos) único e intrigante. En verdad espero que se den la oportunidad de leer este libro por lo menos una vez en sus vidas.

10.-The Monsters of music by Rebecca F. Kenney

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This is a gender-swaped modern retelling of the Phantom of the Opera.

It was creative to make Mel, our Phantom, a true magical creature, and the singing contest was also cool. Like don't get me wrong I did have fun reading this but it also felt pretty unpolished like most characters were teens on the contest and that kinda made me roll my eyes a bit, like unless it's the Voice Kids age ranges are quite ample on this kind of shows, also kinda clumsy the addition of the magical elements with the modern setting, Kiyo didn't make much of an impression with me even when Christine is my fave on the original book. Still if you are a Phan like me you might wanna check this one out.

11.- Anna K by Jenny Lee

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This is a modern americanized ya retelling of Anna Karenina.

Not gonna lie this made me cry so much at the end. I really liked Anna and Vronski together so much, and I don't like the love at first sight trope, but here it felt so inevitable. Anna was so self contained until she met him and could truly explore being herself and they really loved each other so much. Also I liked the treatment of the side characters Kimmie and Dustin were well developed and I really enjoyed this one can't wait to get to the second book.

12.- Wonderland by Zoje Stage

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It was ok, but I was actually a bit disappointed cuz I had such high expectations for it. Like for about half the book I was really into the atmospheric vibe the book pulls you into, but as we get the reveal it started to go down hill for me, and the ending left me feeling meh. But maybe it was just not my cup of tea.

13.-Home Before Dark by Riley Sager

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This book is so well crafted!!! I love how it goes back and forth between past and present , first it feels as if history is repeating itself, then as both narratives unfold we start to question and discovering things and the twist at the end was chillin and masterful, I truly and wholeheartedly recommend it.

14.- The Girl with the louding voice by Abi Daré

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Adunni, a teenage girl, flees from her husband to work as a maid in Lagos, though everything she has ever wanted is to study.

This broke my heart, as it reflects how people coming from rural backgrounds get taken advantage of in the City, like similar things happen here in Mexico, but also it made me glad to see Adunni fight and keep her spirit so no one could ever silence her.

15.- The Year of the Witching by Alexis Henderson

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Immanuel does her very best to fit in Bethel, follow the scriptures and the Prophets words, but nothing seems to be enough to erase her mother's sin especially when the Darkwood seems to pull her in. As a plague starts to ravage Bethel, Immanuel has to face her past to save her people.

So frickin' good !!!! This story is great, mainly about the explotation of woman and young girls by people in power (in this case a church), the atmosphere is always tense, Ezra and Immanuel 's relationship is very well developed and one can really see how loyal they are to each other. A great option for horror fans.

[treeofliferpg]

Ideas de rol: Basadas en canciones

Recordamos que el siguiente texto no ha sido redactado por el staff de ToL, solo lo hemos traducido para que pueda llegar a más personas. La autoría pertenece @onesunset. Podéis leer el post original en su  tumblr así como en este mismo tumblr bajo la etiqueta “idioma original”.

Someone you loved - lewis capaldi “i let my guard down, and then you pulled the rug. i was getting kinda used to being someone you loved.”

Musa a y musa b han estado juntas durante varios años, se establecieron y todo parecía que iba seún lo planeado. Pero musa a se había desenamorado hace un tiempo, la chispa se desvaneció, pero sintió que debía quedarse porque se esperaba de eso de ella. Todos los demás pensaron que serían para siempre, incluida musa b. Ahora musa a quiere escapar y tiene que decírselo a su pareja, pero tal vez sea la llamada de atención que necesita musa b.

Feels like falling in love - the xcerts “keep yourself safe, keep yourself safe she said. you broke your own heart but there’s no need to lose your head. keep yourself sane, keep yourself sane he said. you’ve gotta give up, give up, give up the dark to start again.”

Musa a rompió con su pareja hace meses, pero sigue llorando por ello y la única persona a la que siente que puede recurrir es a su mejor amiga, musa b. Solo se habían vuelto cercanos desde que Musa a había estado en una relación, por lo que nunca se vieron como nada más que amigos entre ellos. Pero cuanto más musa b consuela musa a, ofreciendo consejos y un hombro sobre el que llorar, musa a más comienza a darse cuenta de que, después de todo, tal vez haya una luz en la oscuridad.

Lover, please stay - nothing but thieves “lover, i feel your sorrow, pourin’ out of your skin… so take from me whatever you want, whatever you need. but lover, please stay with me.”

Musa a y musa b siempre han tenido una relación cómoda; nunca ha habido demasiadas discusiones o baches en el camino, todo va viento en popa y son felices . Pero cuando musa a sufre una pérdida, inmediatamente se siente abrumada por el dolor y se sale de control. Musa b se da cuenta de lo que significa amar verdaderamente a alguien en su mejor y peor momento.

In bloom - neck deep “and stop calling me out we’re never going to put the pieces back together if you won’t let me get better. and stop digging it up or we’re never gonna see it all in bloom.”

Fue un error de una sola vez, musa a no había tenido la intención de hacer engañar a su pareja. Fue un momento de absoluta locura  porque entraron en pánico por estar asentado, quería volver a sentirse jóvenes y sentirse queridos  por alguien que no fuera una musa b. Hizo falta convencerlo, pero musa b lo perdonó, excepto que su relación es más inestable que nunca porque musa b siempre lo mencionará en cada pequeña discusión, sosteniéndolo sobre musa a. ¿Es cierto que un infiel nunca cambiará?

[thirstyandbeautiful]

lvl playlist drabbles: Cuenta a saldo ~ Maluma

Lance stops himself from getting even with you after he hands you over to Lando again. 

(Takes place after he leaves your house in the beginning of part 3 in lvl:ma)

Y te escuche decirle cuanto lo querías Y toda locura que con él hacías Por qué no me colgaste cuando se debía Hoy me visita el karma que yo merecía Es una cuenta a saldo, pero entonces mami ¿Qué vamos a hacer cuándo ya pase el drama? Cuando estás con él también le dices papi, Veamos quién te trata mejor en la cama

Lance could barely remember the ride to the bar. He must’ve been on autopilot after he left your place.

He’d lied to himself. He was mad. At you, at Lando, at this fucked situation that you all just kept falling into.

He felt like he couldn’t escape the Brit no matter how hard he tried, and he hated how his mind went to Lando the moment you’d gotten needy.

Why can’t you give her what she needs?

Cause you’re not him.

Lance threw back his tequila with practiced ease, deciding he’d sip at the next glass. He motioned to the bartender for another before he let himself get sucked back into his own head. He did drive himself to the bar, so getting fucked up wasn’t even an option. He couldn’t afford to be reckless and stupid. He’d already been that tonight.

He couldn’t shake the way you had clutched him, the way you wanted him.

Until he had mentioned Lando.

Why do you always open your big mouth?

He sighed. He remembered when being with you was effortless, dare he say, easy. When there was never a question about where you both stood. When being with each other was pleasure and fun every minute you shared. You guys had been friends first, then friends that fucked and then friends who were in love.

So when had he let everything changed?

“Hi,” a hand on his arm brought him back to the low lit bar he sat at, “you look familiar.”

A girl, with dirty blond hair that was lightly curled leaned against the bar next to him. She let her hand fall off his arm, her touch warm and soft against his skin. She was pretty, with porcelain skin and a rosy mauve lipstick smeared on her mouth. She was pretty.

“Do you want me to guess or are you gonna tell me why I think I’ve seen you around?”

She was sassy too.

“I’m, uh, I’m on tv sometimes.” Lance turned himself towards her, having no clue what he was doing or why.

He sucked talking to strangers, especially women. What the fuck are you doing?

“TV? Is that the only hint I get?”

Lance smiled and held his hand out to her, “I’m Lance Stroll, what’s your name?”

He didn’t catch it when she told him, he was too distracted by how slim her fingers felt against his own, how delicate and bony her hand was. She was delicate, and he suddenly realized how deep her collarbones were. They were practically making a shadow in the lighting with how sharp they were.

Probably a model, he thought.

“So Lance Stroll, what’s an F1 driver like yourself doing here all alone?” She tilted her head, brushing a wavy lock behind her ear as she gave him a small smile.

“Thought you didn’t recognize me.” He tried to tease.

“You did just give me your name.” She deadpanned.

He sucked at talking to women.

“Right. Right. I guess I did.”

He sipped at his drink, turning his head away from her. It wasn’t polite but maybe if he didn’t make eye contact she’d wander away and find someone else to flirt with.

“Alright, I’ll admit it.” She sighed, “I knew who you were when I saw you. I’m kinda a fan.”

That caught his attention, he could work with that.

“Fan, yeah?” He smiled at her, “of me?”

“Yeah, of course.” She smiled back, obviously noticing that she had caught his attention, “What other cute Canadians do I have to admire on that grid huh?”

Lance felt his cheeks heat up, “It’s just me, I guess.”

The girl who’s name he never caught continued to try to dazzle him. Lance tallied every obvious move and look she gave him, clearly trying to cozy up to him. She was a shameless groupie, clearly attracted to him cause he drove a fast car in circles, and had lots of money. It was an entirely shallow attraction.

But he’d be lying if he said it didn’t get him going.

After the shitty night he was having, knowing his girl was about to get fucked by his coworker and rival again, it felt a little nice to have some attention on him for once. To know that at least for that moment, this girl had all her attention on him. He bet if he told her he had no idea what her name was and invited her home with after, she’d still take him up on it.

He had to stop himself from rolling his eyes, he was supposed to be listening to the girl he was thinking about, not having an inner monologue about how likely she was to fuck him tonight.

It felt cruel, and unfair to ponder the fuck-ability of the stranger in front of him. If he fucked her, he’d be no better than you and Lando. And honestly, knowing he was better than you and Lando was the only thing that kept his head above water tonight.

He couldn’t sink to your level tonight.

“I think I need to head home.” Lance pulls his cap lower over his eyes, “Thanks for the company.”

“Seriously? That’s it.” The girls face twisted from sweet playfulness to a sneer so ugly she almost looked like a different woman.

Lance didn’t know what to say, and upon her realization that he truly had nothing to add and wasn’t going to give an elaboration on why he’d suddenly went from hot to cold, she rolled her eyes. She spared him one glance before she seared him with words spit over her shoulder as she walked away from him before he could walk away from her.

“Whatever, all your teammates have been better drivers than you anyways.”

La noche que tú me llamaste La vez que no pude llegar, allá Pasó algo que no te enteraste, eh eh eh

[unfantasmaficker]

La chica de la azotea/ the girl on the roof

// Esta es mi primera vez escribiendo un fanfic

// El lector es de genero femenino (si les gusta y recibe apoyo voy a intentar hacer una version en genero neutral para que asi todos puedan leerlo) tambien si no les agrada la descripcion de la lectora tienen total libertad de cambiarlo! sean cretiv@s!! Fantasmita se va!!!!

Disfruten!

Un día cualquiera en la ciudad de New York o al menos así ya lo veía yo, salí de las alcantarillas para tener un momento a solas, ya no soportaba estar ahí, tengo trabajo importante que hacer, con el kraang haciendo experimentos raros yo soy el único que puede dar respuestas al equipo pero simplemente en ese ambiente no se puede pensar con claridad! Rafa y Leo se la pasan peleando, Mikey no deja de molestar y sobre todo Abril esta con Casey haciéndose ojitos! Yo solo necesito un tiempo para calmarme y volveré a casa, si no lo hago seré igual de temperamental que Rafa y eso no está en mi lista de deseos, de todas formas no tardaría será una salida rápida, lo peor que puede pasar si me tardo más de lo usual es que se podrían preocupar y lo último que quiero es un regaño de Leo o peor del maestro Splinter, a veces me siento solo aunque tenga a mis hermanos, a mi padre y a nuestros amigos, tal vez el hecho de que abril no me corresponde sea lo que me tiene mal pero me gustaría hablar con alguien acerca de esto, alguien que no se burle o se queje alguien que en serio entienda.

Camino por los techos, escalo las paredes, hago una que otra maniobra para animarme y aun así solo estoy yo escuchando a mis propios pensamientos, estaba a punto de retirarme creía que ya paso demasiado tiempo, como dije tengo más responsabilidades pendientes que nadie más podría entender o realizar, un peso que debo llevar.

En el techo en el que estaba había una entrada que obviamente daba a la azotea donde yo estaba, no sé si fue mala suerte pero justo cuando me calme y estaba dispuesto a volver, alguien abrió la puerta.

-   Rayos… –

Dije en un casi susurro, pues obviamente tuve que ocultarme para que cualquiera que estuviera ahí no me viera, podría simplemente irme y ya es la única opción lógica pero esta persona bloqueaba el único atajo a las alcantarillas cerca de la guarida, tomar cualquier otro camino me retrasaría y eso podría preocupar a mis hermanos, así que solamente quedaba esperar a que se fueran y seguir con mi camino

 -   Vaya día de porquería! –

Por su voz deduce que era una chica, una adolecente, debía quedarme oculto obviamente pero la curiosidad me mataba que simplemente alce un poco la cabeza y pude verla, era alta, cabello castaño y corto aun así se veía que era ondulado y muy esponjoso, su ropa era muy peculiar un suéter de diseño viejo verde militar súper holgado, lo tenía fajado en unas bermudas de mezclilla azul naval y usaba botas de lluvia lo cual era muy raro ya que no estábamos en temporada de lloviznas , tenía una caja en sus manos y la azoto con fuerza en el suelo, escuche varios vidrios romperse y a la vista de cómo cayo se veía pesado, claro no era problema de la chica que fácilmente lo volvió a alzar y lo estrello fuerte de nuevo

Se veía algo molesta, no que digo algo, se veía furiosa! Pude observar como maldecía y gritaba al aire con todas sus fuerzas

-   Malditos deberes! Malditas responsabilidades! El que sea capaz de hacer más cosas que tú no te da derecho a dejar todo sobre mis hombros! –

Abrió la caja y saco varias botellas de cerveza algunas ya estaban rotas pero otras parecían intactas sorpresivamente, las estrellaba en el suelo, las aventaba o simplemente las pisaba, vaya, sí que fue lista en usar las botas para esta peculiar actividad, después de que se le acabaron las botellas simplemente alzo la cara y grito, hubo algo en su grito que se me hacía diferente, con un hermano como Rafael estaba muy acostumbrado a los gritos pero nunca había escuchado uno como el de ella, se escuchaba triste, desesperada, sola…

Me había quedado viendo todo este tiempo sin que ella me notara, pero yo note en ella como lagrimas se resbalaban en sus mejillas con pecas, me sentía mal por ella, tenía ganas de preguntarle si estaba bien o si necesitaba ayuda, pero eso es imposible aún recuerdo la primera vez que Abril me vio y grito, nadie puede verme a la cara sin asustarse y salir corriendo, todo siempre creerán que soy un fenómeno y creo que ella no es la excepción, la chica se limpió sus lágrimas cuando regreso la mirada al suelo, recogió la caja vacía y simplemente volvió a entrar por la misma puerta de la cual salió.

Esa era mi señal, con cuidado salí de mi escondite y procure tener cuidado al caminar por los miles de vidrios rotos que se encontraban en el suelo, si va a hacer una rabieta al menos debería recoger su desastre!

Llegando al otro extremo de la azotea no pude evitar ver hacia atrás, los vidrios seguían ahí eso quería decir que mi “encuentro” con la chica si paso y aunque esto suene a una locura yo aún no podía creer lo que presencié, me sentí identificado de alguna forma y de nuevo mi curiosidad despertó quería volver a verla, solo para escucharla, solo para ver que se le ocurría hacer la próxima vez, salte de techo en techo, escale escaleras y paredes y al regresar a la alcantarilla que me llevaba a casa solo podía pensar en el mañana cuando pueda ver de nuevo a la chica de la azotea.    

English Version

On any given day in New York City or at least that's how I saw it, I came out of the sewers to have a moment alone, I couldn't bear to be there anymore, I have important work to do, with the kraang doing strange experiments, I am the one the only one who can give answers to the team but simply in that environment you cannot think clearly! Raph and Leo are always fighting, Mikey does not stop bothering and especially April is with Casey flirting! I just need some time to calm down and I'll go home, if I don't I will be just as temperamental as Raph and that's not on my wish list, anyway it won't take long it will be a quick exit, the worst thing that can happen if I'm late more than usual is that they could worry and the last thing I want is a scolding from Leo or worse from Master Splinter, sometimes I feel lonely even though I have my brothers, my father and our friends, maybe the fact that April does not correspond my feelings is what is wrong with me but I would like to talk with someone about this, someone who does not mock or complain, someone who seriously understands.

I walk on the ceilings, I climb the walls, I do the odd maneuver to cheer myself up and even so I'm just listening to my own thoughts, I was about to retire I thought that too much time had passed, as I said I have more pending responsibilities than anyone else could understand or realize, a weight that I must carry.

On the roof I was on there was an entrance that obviously led to the roof where I was, I don't know if it was bad luck but just when I calmed down and was ready to go back, someone opened the door.

- Dang it… -

I said in an almost whisper, because obviously I had to hide so that anyone who was there would not see me, I could just leave and it is already the only logical option but this person blocked the only shortcut to the sewers near the lair, take any other path I would be late and that could worry my brothers, so I just had to wait for them to leave and continue on my way.

- What a crappy day! -

From her voice I deduces that it was a girl, an adolescent, I had to stay hidden obviously but curiosity killed me that I just raised my head a little and I could see her, she was tall, brown hair and short even so it looked like it was wavy and very fluffy, Her clothes were very peculiar a super loose old military green design sweater, she had it tucked in some navy blue denim shorts and she wore rain boots which was very rare since we were not in the drizzle season, she had a box in her hands and she hit it hard on the ground, I heard several glass break and at the sight of how it fell it looked heavy, of course it was not the problem of the girl who easily raised it again and smashed it hard again

She looked somewhat annoyed, not that I said something, she looked furious! I could see how she cursed and screamed into the air with all his might

- Damn homework! Damn responsibilities! The fact that I am capable of doing more things than you does not give you the right to leave everything on my shoulders! -

She opened the box and took out several bottles of beer, some were already broken but others seemed surprisingly intact, she smashed them on the ground, threw them or simply stepped on them, well, she was ready to use her boots for this peculiar activity, after She ran out of bottles, she just raised her face and shouted, there was something in her cry that made me different, with a brother like Rafael I was very used to shouting but I had never heard one like hers, it sounded sad, desperate, alone…

I had been watching all this time without her noticing me, but I noticed in her how tears slied down her freckled cheeks, I felt bad for her, I wanted to ask her if she was okay or if she needed help, but that's impossible I still remember the first time that April saw me and yelled, nobody can see my face without being scared and running away, they will always believe that I am a phenomenon and I think she is no exception, the girl wiped her tears when she looked back to the ground, she picked up the empty box and simply went back in through the same door from which she came.

That was my signal, I carefully came out of my hiding place and tried to be careful when walking through the thousands of broken glass that were on the ground, if you are going to throw a tantrum you should at least pick up your mess!

Reaching the other end of the roof, I couldn't help looking back, the glass was still there, that meant that my "meeting" with the girl did happen and although this sounds crazy I still couldn't believe what I witnessed, I felt identified somehow and again my curiosity awoke I wanted to see her again, just to listen to her, just to see what she could do next time, jump from ceiling to ceiling, climb stairs and walls and when returning to the sewer that led me to home I could only think of tomorrow when I can see the girl on the roof again.

[esuemmanuel]

¿Por qué siento que me has quitado todo y ni siquiera me dan ganas de irlo a recuperar? Siempre se ha tratado de ti. Acaparas las luces, los aplausos, los buenos deseos y el cariño de los que te desconocen, pero se sienten atraídos a ti por lo que finges. Han sido innumerables veces las que me he preguntado cómo es que lo haces, qué se necesita para ser como tú. Me he cansado de mirar y mirar, de tragarme el nudo que se me forma en la garganta al contemplar tan aberrante espectáculo de falsedad, pues bien sé que todo lo que haces es una manera de llamar la atención y colmar tu vacío con las miserias de otras mentes idénticas a la tuya. No hay nada cierto ahí, si acaso la mentira haciendo de su papel una actuación espectacular. Todos te creen. Todos te alaban. Todos te adoran y desean ser como tú. He ahí el grado de desesperación en el que se encuentran. Almas sin color. Corazones flagelados por la enajenación. Mentes trastornadas por el drama, la locura y la falta de aceptación. Eso es todo lo que hay. Y ahora es que entiendo a esa voz que me hablaba a lo lejos, cuando todo lo veía desde la mancilla de tu transfiguración. Te creía y adoraba hacerlo. Fui un creyente, ¡lo fui! Hasta que la realidad me despertó… Nadie de los que estamos fuera de ti logramos lo que tú. Simplemente porque no podemos, porque no tenemos la pericia ni la malicia para matar. O quizás es porque ya estamos muertos… y ya no podemos brillar.

— Esu Emmanuel©️, Why do I feel like you've taken everything from me and I don't even feel like going to get it back? It has always been about you. You hog the limelight, the applause, the good wishes and the affection of those who don't know you, but are attracted to you because of what you pretend to be. I have asked myself countless times how you do it, what it takes to be like you. I have grown tired of looking and looking, of swallowing the lump that forms in my throat as I contemplate such an aberrant spectacle of falsehood, for I know well that everything you do is a way to get attention and fill your emptiness with the miseries of other minds identical to yours. There is nothing true there, if only the lie making a spectacular performance out of its role. Everyone believes you. Everyone praises you. Everyone adores you and wishes to be like you. That is the degree of desperation in which they find themselves. Souls without colour. Hearts scourged by alienation. Minds deranged by drama, madness and lack of acceptance. That's all there is. And it is now that I understand that voice that spoke to me from afar, when I saw everything from the stain of your transfiguration. I believed you and loved to do so. I was a believer, I was! Until reality woke me up... None of us outside of you achieve what you do. Simply because we can't, because we don't have the expertise or the malice to kill. Or maybe it's because we're already dead... and can no longer shine.

[thotwonu]

ella y yo → zabdiel de jesus/christopher velez

lmao hi, it me. so, basically i really wanted to write my first cnco piece and i couldn’t figure out what to do. then during reina’s visit i came up with this idea and decided to use two of her lanes bc isn’t that just fun. this is HEAVILY inspired by “ella y yo” by aventura feat. don omar. this is my first cnco writing piece pls be nice. -drea

Zabdiel knew that what he was doing was highly wrong. But he couldn’t help himself. He loved the thrill of being able to see you when nobody else knew. And he loved hearing his name leaving your lips every night. 

But the thrill and happiness came to an end every morning when he woke up to see that you had already left by then, leaving him alone with nothing but the memory of the previous night. 

Why was it so wrong?

You were married to one of his best friends and band mate, Christopher Velez. 

This whole ordeal with Zabdiel had started off as innocent flirting but it had turned into more after drunken confessions while Christopher was away and one thing led to another and you had ended up sleeping with him. You thought it was just a one time thing, but it became far from that. You two began to live your own little adventure that was punished by God. But it was harder on Zabdiel, who ended up falling in love with you. 

Falling for you was something that had not been planned but a man can only control his feelings for so long. The rest of the band began to take notice in Zabdiel’s change of attitude. They knew something was going on with the blonde Puerto Rican but could not come to a conclusion. And they sure as hell did not know about his affair with Christopher’s wife. 

The boys kept trying to push it out of him, the reason why he was acting so strange. Eventually with enough convincing, they got him to agree to go out with them to the bar that night, with hopes that maybe he’ll meet a woman and get his mind off of what was bothering him. In all honesty, the boys thought that maybe Zabdiel was still hung up on the ex that completely crushed him. But this was far from it.

Some of the boys decided to join in on the fun of meeting a woman, leaving Zabdiel and Christopher behind at the bar. Zabdiel swirled his finger around the rim of his glass as he avoided eye contact with Christopher.

He would occasionally take a couple of sips here and there, the silence awkward between the two friends before Christopher decided that enough was enough. He was tired of seeing his friend so down over whatever it may be.

“Que te esta pasando, Zab? (What’s going on with you, Zab?)” Christopher finally spoke up, turning in his seat to face his friend and taking a sip of his own drink.

Zabdiel couldn’t help but shrug, unable to find the words to describe his situation without basically exposing the fact that he was sleeping with you. 

“Nada, solo un poco estresado. (Nothing, just a little stressed).” Zabdiel lied straight through his teeth and it was almost as if Christopher could look right through him. 

“Okay.. como se llama? La muchacha que te tiene como un loco? (Alright, what’s her name? The girl who’s got you crazy?)” Christopher asked, catching his friend off guard. How the hell did he know that this was about a woman other than his ex? Was he that transparent?

Zabdiel didn’t know what it was but eventually he began to speak, pouring all his feelings out on what had been bothering him for the longest time. “No es que importe tanto el nombre. No es nada comparado con como me hace sentir. Parecemos dos locos viviendo una aventura castigada por Dios. Un laberinto sin salidas, donde el miedo se convierte en amor.. (Her name doesn’t matter much. It’s nothing compared to how she makes me feel. We’re like two crazy people living an adventurous life that’s punished by God. A maze without exit where the fear turns into love).”

Christopher couldn’t help but feel slightly interested in just who this mystery woman is that somehow has his best friend so hooked on her. He knew the story with Zabdiel’s ex and how in love with her he was. But this was clearly not the same woman. This was someone else. Someone else had stolen his friend’s heart and had him absolutely whipped. 

Zabdiel took another sip of his drink, the alcohol giving him a little bit more confidence to continue speaking on how he feels. “Pero es triste, en serio. Ella y yo solo nos vemos a escondidas para ahogar esta prohibida pasión. Y ‘pa ‘certe bien honesto, aunque tiene dueño, yo solo tengo un sueño.. ser su protector. (But it’s sad, really. She and I only see each other secretly to drown the prohibited passion. And to be very honest, although she has an owner, I only have one dream.. to be her protector).”

The last sentence really hit Christopher as he heard his friend pour his heart out. It made him feel bad for him, he knew how great Zabdiel was. Any woman would be lucky to have him, even if she was married. If this woman meant so much to Zabdiel, he had to fight for her.

“Y porque no luchas por el amor, si tanto la quieres? Quizas su marido no manda en su corazon. (So why don’t you fight for this love, if you want her so much? Maybe her husband doesn’t even own her heart).” Chris began to say before Zabdiel shook his head almost immediately.

This couldn’t be happening. This was the last thing Zabdiel wanted: to be given advice by his friend when he was already causing so much drama. 

“Mira, papa, mi esposa y yo? Somos felices, dos almas matices, se lo que es el amor. Por eso te entiendo. Y aunque sea casada, no te alejes por temor. No lo hagas. (Look, papa, my wife and I? We’re happy, two nuanced souls, I know what love is. Which is why I understand you. And even if she’s married, don’t run away due to fear. Don’t do it).” Christopher preached to his friend, who continued to shake his head in denial. 

If only it were that simple to just fight for love and have it work out for him.

“Amigo, ella y yo teniamos claro que era una locura esta relacion. Pero la cama nos hacia una invitacion a solo hacer el amor. (Dude, she and I had it clear that this relationship was crazy. But the bedroom gave us an invitation to only make love).”

Christopher dismissed the lame excuse, waving it off as he shook his head. “Ay, ya te lo explique, papa. Cuando hay personas que se aman el amor tiene que vencer. Y el marido? Bueno ese tiene que entender que perdio su hembra, ahora es tu mujer. Porque no pueden ganar los tres. Por eso te repito.. lucha por amor. (I already explained it to you. When there’s people who love each other, the love has to overcome. And the husband? Well, he has to understand he lost his woman, now she’s your girl. Because all three of you can’t win. That’s why I’m gonna say it to you again, fight for love).” 

At this point, Zabdiel had had too much to drink and the fact that his friend was trying to give him advice despite the position he was in made him even more mad. It made him livid that he was rooting for him to commit to this.

It angered Zabdiel that in reality, he was rooting for him to go after his wife. His temptations were getting the best of him and wanted to just listen to his friend, but he knew that it was wrong.

Zabdiel’s mind wandered to his last encounter with you. How he felt like he was the only man in your life. How you were basically melting at his voice and his actions. He also thought back to the pang in his chest when you mentioned having to go home to Christopher. 

But just how long can he keep this up for? This will never work out for him.

Zabdiel took a deep breath before looking over at his friend. His cheeks burned from the alcohol but it was almost as if it was doing the talking for him at this point. He officially had no control left.

“Amigo, te voy a pedir perdon por lo que te voy a decir. Me traicionaron las ganas de volverla a ver. Y aunque todavía no puedo creer, lo que este amargo encuentro me hizo comprender. Pues tu también llegaste a ese lugar, donde tantas veces yo la fui a buscar.Y aunque no es fácil lo que voy hacer. Admitiré... que salí con tu mujer. (Dude, I’m gonna ask for your forgiveness for what I’m about to say to you. I was betrayed by my desire to see her again. And I still can’t believe what this bitter encounter made me understand. Well, you’ve also been to the place I’ve picked her up from multiple times. And it’s not easy for me to do this. But I will admit.. that I’ve been with your wife).” There was no going back now. Zabdiel had admitted it all.

As the words left Zabdiel’s mouth, Christopher’s ears began to burn. Was he hearing correctly. And he thought that he had heard wrong until Zabdiel repeated that again, he’s been with you. The glass that was in Christopher’s hand was shattered as he broke it out of rage. 

His mind began to spiral. This couldn’t be true. But at the same time.. it began to make sense. He realized that it had been a lie when you claimed to be going to Puerto Rico with a “girl friend” of yours. It made sense when you brought home no pictures with said friend. You had been with him... and Christopher had been oblivious to it.

Christopher rapidly got up, standing up to look at his best friend in the eyes but he looked at him with nothing but pure rage... and hatred right now. “Que te perdone Dios, porque yo no lo voy a hacer.. los perdi a los dos y a la misma vez. Ya veo que todo, pero todo era mentira. (Let God forgive you, because I won’t be doing it.. I lost both of you and at the same time. I see now that everything, everything was a lie).” He shouted in his friend’s face, getting the attention of the three other members of the band, who rushed to separate the two before things got physical.

Zabdiel looked at Christopher’s hand which was now bleeding from breaking the glass and then took notice of the way he was looking at him. He had never seen Christopher look at anyone in that way. And he knew he was to blame. 

Christopher continued to shout insults at him, calling both you and him “liars” and questioning how could he ever do that to him.

And he was right. 

In the end, Zabdiel was the one who suffered the most.. he lost a friend because of temptation and not realizing the damage he was causing.

[cherry-holland]

Baila Conmigo - h.o.

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Latina!reader

Warnings: def some heavy steaminess in this, 100% smut with a hint of fluff

A/n: hello friends!!! It’s currently nearly 2am, and bc I have not yet written Dmitri Island yet, I figured this spicy one shot will do the trick in its place 🤗 this concept came about thanks to @hazshauntedbelle (who also was so damn kind enough to make this moodboard 🥺) and I discussing about how hot it would be to see Haz with a Latina reader! Don’t worry though - y’all can still imagine it to be yourself! I tried to make it easy to fit so that way all can enjoy! Song is “Baila Conmigo” by Jennifer Lopez, bc I love her so damn much 🤗

“Baby, there’s this club that’s in town, ya wanna see it?” You shout to your boyfriend, scrolling through your phone.

You and your boyfriend, Harrison, were on vacation in Puerto Rico for the week, and boy, did you both need it. With Harrison’s new show and your own demanding job, everything was starting to take a toll on the both of you. You were both itching to get out of rainy, gloomy London, and run to the sun and sand. Having family in Puerto Rico helped make the decision easier for you two, and within a week’s time you found yourselves on a flight to the island. You were posted up in your family’s guesthouse, far away from your family as they knew you and Harrison wanted your privacy.

“Sure, mi amor, where is it? What kind of club is it?” Harrison asked, peeking his head out of the master bathroom. He had just gotten out of the shower, so his sandy blonde curls were now darkened and matted on his forehead, water dripping down at a rapid pace.

“Um, it’s just down the street actually, and it’s...” you trailed off to scroll through the website, brows furrowed, “oh, mi vida, it’s a salsa club!”

Harrison’s eyes lit up as he stepped out of the bathroom, his bottom half covered by a white towel, his torso glistening post-shower. “Ooo, darling, let’s go for it! You know how I love salsa dancing.”

You saw Harrison’s eyebrows wiggle up as he sauntered his way over to you, arms wrapping around your waist. You couldn’t help the blush slowly trickle in on your tanned cheeks at his overall cheekiness. “Oh, papi, I know you do,” you replied as you snaked your arms around his neck, your red manicured finger slowly moving up and down.

Harrison groaned at the contact. “Babe, you know what that name does to me.”

“Hmm, don’t think I know, papi,” you joked, your eyebrows raising in feigned curiosity.

“Mami, you will learn now,” Harrison growled, pulling you in for a passionate, steamy kiss.

The kiss grew more needy after Harrison circled his tongue around your mouth, a moan escaping your lips. Your tongues wrestled for a bit until you both found a rhythm, hands knotting in hair and soft moans filling the room.

You pulled away after some time, desperate to get some air into your lungs. “Alright, mi vida, let’s get our asses to this club!” You shout, smacking his perky ass on your way to the closet.

“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that,” Harrison smirked, returning the favor as he smacked your full ass as he stood right besides you.

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You and Harrison arrived at the club, and needless to say, it was hot. From the music that was playing loudly on the speakers, to the dancers swaying close together sultrily on the dance floor, to the thick air of sex that engulfed you two as you walked in... it was like a little slice of paradise.

You shifted the red bodycon dress as you entered in the club, being careful of the high slit that dared to show more than what you were willing to in that moment. You turned to Harrison, who was wearing a light blue button-up with black tailored dress pants, and you couldn’t help but feel the heat start to form in your core. He left the first several buttons unbuttoned, leaving a sliver of his chest on display, and his curls were disheveled and extra sandy thanks to the weather. His skin was beautifully sun-kissed, and it made his icy blue eyes shine even brighter. You couldn’t wait to get him home, but first...

“You ready to show them how to salsa, mi vida?” You asked, tugging at his arm that you were clutching on.

“Oh yes, mi amor, let’s go,” Harrison purred as he led you two to the dance floor.

He turned you to face him as the next song played, taking hold of your hands as you started to sway your hips to the beat.

Imagínate

Tú y yo en la playa

La arena, el mar

El sonido de las olas

Recorriendo todo tu cuerpo

Bésame, Tócame

Y baila conmigo

You felt Harrison pull you closer, causing giggles to erupt from your chest as the music played, chests touching ever so softly as you both rolled your hips.

Vamo' a tocar

El cielo con las manos

Vamo' a olvidar

Esta noche todo lo malo

Vamo' a juntar la noche con el día

Vamo' a pegar tu boca con la mía

You pulled away, turning so your back was pressing into Harrison’s front, carefully grinding him as you kept on beat. You heard Harrison groan from behind you as he firmly placed his hands on your hips, and you definitely knew it was going to leave marks in the morning.

Imagínate conmigo en la arena

Yo besándote

Bajo la luna llena

Imagínate toda la locura

Que vamo' a sentir

Debajo de la cintura

(Vamo' a darle, darle)

Nos movemos con la ola

(Vamo' a darle, darle)

Tú estás solo, yo estoy sola

(Vamo' a darle, darle)

Nos movemos con el viento

(Vamo' a darle, darle)

Pero que rico lo siento

“Mami, you are absolutely killing me tonight,” Harrison whispered in your ear as he guided your hips to grind against his groin.

You moaned in response. “Oh, papi, that’s exactly what I was going for.”

You turned to face him, eyes wild with lust and desire, and brought your lips to his in a searing kiss, you tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth.

Harrison pulled you even closer, your nose touching his, and you felt his breath on your face as he groaned out, “Oh you’re gonna get it, mi amor.”

Pero que rico lo siento

Es como un fuego por dentro

La cabeza la estamos perdiendo

A las nubes ya estamos subiendo

Dale, dale, dale

Dale que dale más duro

Que la música rompa los muros

Que sola bailando me curo

Dale, Dale

You stumbled into the door of the guesthouse while you and Harrison were in the middle of an intense makeout, hands running all over each other’s bodies. Harrison slammed the door shut with his foot, and grabbed a hold of your ass, giving it a squeeze. You let out a whimper in response as Harrison’s hands trailed to your thighs, quite literally lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist. Harrison led you to the bedroom as his wet mouth left bites and marks all over your tanned shoulder, moans filling the air.

Vamo' a tocar

El cielo con las manos

Vamo' a olvidar

Esta noche todo lo malo

Vamo' a juntar la noche con el día

Vamo' a pegar tu boca con la mía

Baila conmigo

“Oh, shit, Haz,” you moaned as he gently placed you on the bed, his kisses never stopping.

He slid off your dress with ease, and only stopped kissing your body to admire the lingerie you decided on today. It was a lacy, red strapless bra with matching panties, and he felt his already-right pants grow tighter in his crotch area. “Jesus, mami, is this all for me?”

“Fuck yeah, papi, it’s all for you baby,” you huffed out in response, biting your red-painted lips as he drunk in your appearance.

“Oh, the things you do to me, mi amor,” Harrison spoke as his hands made their way to unclasp your bra, morning at the sight of your breasts, hardened in arousal.

He immediately went and started leaving open mouthed kisses on top of your breasts, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin. He then trailed down to your stomach, and you felt your body dip down at the soft touch. He stopped when he reached your underwear, slowly slipping them down off your legs. You lifted your hips up, and you felt his mouth go right back to your hipbone, his love bites becoming less soft and more rough.

You were a moaning mess under his touch, desperate for him to touch you where you needed him. “Harrison,” you whimpered, “please fuck me already, damn.”

Harrison looked up at you with a devilish smirk painted on his face. “Mi amor, before I do that I have to get you prepped and ready.”

He dipped back down to be in line with your core as he lifted your legs to be resting on his shoulders. You felt his hot breath ghost over your folds right before he started licking up and down. You moaned loudly at the contact, finally feeling some relief that you had been holding in for so long. You didn’t even care how loud you were or who heard you - at that point Harrison’s tongue lapping your core up like it was his last meal was all that mattered.

You felt Harrison’s mouth attach to your clit and his fingers pumping in and out of you, your moans and the sound of your slickness colliding with his fingers filling the air. It wasn’t long before you felt that tightness in your stomach unravel, causing you to come all over Harrison’s fingers.

“Mmm, Mami, you look so good when I make you come,” Harrison said in between him licking each individual finger free of your juices, “let’s make you come again.”

“Yes, papi. Fuck me, please,” you moaned, “fuck me with your cock.”

Harrison smiled at you as he went and grabbed a condom from his toiletries bag. “Oh yes, mi amor, don’t you worry. You’re gonna get fucked so good.”

Before you knew it, Harrison had rolled the condom on his hard cock, and was pushing through your folds, a very loud moan escaping both of your mouths. He let you get used to him before you nodded to continue. You immediately threw your head back, gasping and moaning at how hard and fast he was thrusting into you. You couldn’t even form a coherent sentence as you heard the sounds of skin slapping against skin, your wetness making sloshing noises against his dick.

“Look at you, mi princesa, taking my dick like a good girl,” Harrison grunted as he kept relentlessly pounding into you, “always look good taking my cock, mi amor.”

You clenched around his dick at his words, rolling your eyes in the back of your head as he hit your g-spot, causing you to see stars. “Oh, shit, Haz, I’m gonna come.”

“Go ahead, mami, come for me,” Harrison groaned, and you felt his dick twitch inside of you before his groans turned into booming moans and panting.

As soon as you heard his words, you felt that familiar band snap again as you reached your second climax that night, this one hitting harder than the first. You panted as your came down from your high, and you felt Harrison go soft inside of you. He pulled out, and a whimper escaped from both of your mouths at the loss of contact.

Harrison took a second to admire you before he walked away to dispose of the filled condom and wet a washcloth to help clean you up. He walked over to you and carefully ran the cool rag down your folds, another whimper leaving your mouth at the touch. “Shh, it’s okay, mi amor, I’ve got you,” he whispered, his free hand gently caressing your face.

You nodded slowly in response as he finished cleaning you up. He threw away the washcloth in the dirty hamper, and made his way over to you. He sauntered over to the bed and slid in, grabbing your waist and pulling you close. You snuggled up close to him, your bare body nestling right beside him. “Oh, Harrison, mi vida, te amo,” you sighed into his neck, placing a light kiss on the nape.

“Y/n, te amo siempre,” Harrison responded softly, kissing the top of your head as you two drifted off into a blissful sleep. You both falling asleep thankful for finding one another, and never wanting to forget moments like this. Moments that are so full of love and passion, and how you both will spend the rest of your lives giving and receiving all of it.

Imagínate

Ay bendito

Tú, yo

Imagínate

El sonido de las olas

Imagínate

Recorriendo todo tu cuerpo

Imagínate

Baila conmigo

Ay bendito

Tagging some mutuals bc who doesn’t love haz smut? 🤗 @hazmyheart @farfromhaz @osterfield-holland-andcompany @beautifullydisconnected @angelhaz11 @delicatetom