#ridícula??? it's so over guys

[patronsaintofposmodernity]

evitando entrar a tw no vaya a ser que me encuentre con otro tiktok de la campaña electoral de sumar y no me queden más opciones que poner una bomba en el congreso de los diputados o suicidarme delante de yolanda díaz para cambiar la trayectoria de su vida para siempre

[ishikawayukis]

Thank youu<3 I’ve been enjoying it, tho I’m slowly getting sadder now that it’s almost over lol

Ahora quiero ver ese video🧍🏽‍♀️JAJAJAJAJA but it’s okay that happens to me too, I’ll see if I can search it and find it LOL

No yeah Nolan’s story was pretty good I just didn’t want the details, the summary was enough and can be enough for many other flashbacks, pero pues, ¿quién soy yo para juzgar? JAJAJAJA I’m also very excited bc now I’m really curious about Sanji’s backstory AND Luffy’s family tree porque estos primeros episodios de Post-Enies Lobby arc me dejó confundida🧍🏽‍♀️ LMAO

SKIP SKYPIEA??? BUT THE COMEDY IS AMAZING?? Maybe it’s bc I watched it in 1.5x speed but I felt like that arc had a decent story and pace, great comedy and interesting enemies!! ALSO SAMEEEEE, I find weird watching things dubbed unless I did it when I was a child, that’s why I’m always team subtitles and lowkey side eye people who say it’s impossible to watch things with subtitles LMAO

They get carried away?? (sinceramente me tomé un buen tiempo tratando de pensar en la traducción y tampoco me acuerdo) but yes you’re right, I also feel like they take too much time sometimes lol ALSO JAJAJAJA when I saw kaku I got to confess I was like “why he kinda…” BUT IM GLAD IM NOT THE ONLY ONE JAJAJAJAJ, I felt pretty sad that he turned out to be a bad guy but it’s okay I believe he could’ve been good in other circumstances 😔🙏🏽

NI YO TENGO POR ESO ME LO HICE JAJAJAJAJAJA but thank you hehe<3 I hope that if you get it your healing process goes by smoothly!!

Y graciaaaas, espero que también pases un buen tiempo en estas fiestas, even tho the year or past years could’ve been pretty dull or overwhelming, I hope next year is full of (small or big) moments that make you smile or feel excited or happy about it even if it’s just for that moment c: *sending you a new year’s hug🫂 *

LO ENCONTRÉ entre la estúpida cantidad de videos guardados AJAJAJ si no funciona ahora lloraré pq la tecnología en serio me va a ganar, weno es este (literal no me deja insertar el link???? tumblr te odio, voy a dejar el link completo bien ridícula al final del ask)

i love knowing the backstories of the characters but unless they're the strawhats/strawhats adjacent they could reaaaaally speed it up or give us a shorter version LMAO pero también, quién soy yo para juzgar AJAJAJJ luffy's family tree is a disaster but also a mystery there is not a single normal person in that family and honestly? we love them for it

NO I KNOW like was it a bit slow? yeah but that's like, all of one piece LMAO the arc after ennies lobby, thriller bark is also very disliked and when i found that out i was soooo confused because it's one of my faves? it's so funny but it has so many important moments and people are like "nah you can skip it" NO YOU CAN'T justice for thriller bark.

SKHDGL no but i do think that being able to read things with subtitles it's a uuuuh trained ability in a way (y no es por ser hater pero todos sabemos q los gringos no ven cosas si no es en su idioma y cómo se van a acostumbrar a ver cosas con subtítulos así, pero hoy no es el día de hablar mierda contra los estado unidenses AJAJAJ)

LMAOO NOT THE WHY HE KINDA but yeah kaku in another universe i know you would've been my n°2 (only 2 because so sorry no one is surpassing sanji any time soon)

tu 🤝 yo: cero control sobre nuestros impulsos JAJAAJJ and god i hope so because the healing process for the last two i got was... something. truly the only thing that is making me debate if i wanna get another one or not (lo haré pero lloraré antes de AJJAJ)

y si lloró 🥺🥺 no but i wish the same for you, hopefully it'll be a calm year for our minds, sending a bigger hug your way <333

literal peleando pa poder mostrarte el video más estúpido AJAJAJ

[girlbabyvelez]

perdóname // Erick Brian Colon

word count: 2,235

warnings: there is smut yall.

summary: Based on Perdóname by Mau y Ricky and is part two to Lookalike and more flashbacks into your relationship with Erick. I tried to translate the song as best as I could!

note: italics are flashbacks. and i hope you guys like it!! 

Perdóname Es que no encontrado a ninguna Que me devuelva la luna La que yo te regalé (Forgive me It's just that I didn't find anyone Who can return the moon The one I gave you)

Erick leaned against the doorway,  watching as you twirled in circles on the balcony of the hotel. The moonlight shone down on you and illuminated your figure, you were so beautiful standing there and dancing as if there was no care in the world. But you knew that there was nothing to worry about as long as you had Erick by your side.

“Te ves hermosa,” He complimented you and you stop your movements to face him. You smile at the love of your life.

“Erick, come dance with me.” You say and reach your hand out for his but he shakes his head.

“Amor, lets go inside. I’m tired.” Erick excused, ready to cuddle in bed with you.

“Por favor?” You ask with your wide eyes and hopeful smile that always made Erick cave and he just reached his hands to meet your warm ones.You both meet in the middle, his hands resting on your hips pulling you close, and your arms snaked around his shoulders and neck while you rested your head on his chest.

“Y/N. You know I love you so much. I would do anything for you,” Erick whispers in your ear. You softly smile and look up at him. The look of pure love that you gave him could have melted him in his spot.

“Anything?” You genuinely question. You had been in relationships before but this was different, you were in love with Erick and just with hearing those words, you knew he was in love with you as much as you were with him.

“Si. I’d give you the moon if you asked for it.” He answers. He takes a moment to drink in your appearance, the moonlight barely illuminated your beautiful features, the hairs that seemed to frame your face, the wide smile you always had when you were around him, and those eyes filled with love. “Te amo Y/N.”

Por hablar de locuras Recuerdo nuestras travesuras (To speak of madness I remember our mischief)

He had his arms wrapped around your hips, head resting on your stomach and gently tracing patterns on your skin. You twisted his hair between your fingers, trying to make small curls before running your hand through it to fluff his hair back to normal. You both managed to be awake before the sun came out, and you wanted to enjoy the few hours you had together before it was time to start the day.

“Amor,” Erick called out to you. He removed his arms from your hips and lifted himself up to look at you. You hum back in response and move your hands to his cheek, feeling the stubble on his cheeks from being to lazy to shave. Erick leaned into your touch closing his eyes in peace, before going back to his original thought. The mischievous glint in his eyes replacing the sleepiness in his eyes.

“Want to prank the boys?” He asks you while he lifted himself off your body and towards his side of the bed. You quickly tell Erick of an idea you have had for a while, not mentioning that the boys would definitely find a way to get revenge.

“Okay I’ll take Richard and Zabdiel’s room and you take Chris and Joel’s room.” You tell him and you received a quick nod and a mumbled yes. He pushed himself off and was ready to get out of bed when you pulled Erick back towards you and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Good luck. And don’t wake them up.”

You tiptoed into Zabdiel and Richard’s shared room, being as quiet as you possible could. You gently closed the hotel door behind you before stepping over to their luggage, your hand finding the handle so you could gently carry it out without them noticing you.

“Y/N?” You heard the quiet whisper and you turn over to see Zabdiel sitting up in his bed, rubbing his eyes and focusing on you. “¿Qué estás haciendo?”

“Erick used up all of our toothpaste. I didn’t want to wake you.” You lied before walking over to your best friend, sitting on the edge of the bed. But you could never get a lie past him, he read you like a book.

“Sé lo que haces.” He told you. You dropped your shoulders in defeat because you were caught. Zabdiel looks at you for a moment before shaking his head and sighing. “Do it.” You look down at Zabdiel, engulfing his tired figure in a hug.

“Gracias Zabdi.” You whisper before going back to your business and dragging their luggage out of their room. You quickly jogged back to your room and found Erick already going through the luggage of the other boys, a mischievous grin on his face.

The sun had come up slower than expected, you and Erick were both jumping with anticipation to see the boys reaction at your prank. You were dressed from head to toe in clothes that wasn’t yours: one of Joel's bandanas wrapped around your head, Christopher’s ‘Stranger Things’ sweater was a bit big on you but you would still be able to see Zabdiel’s plaid basketball shorts, and to top it all off you slipped into Christopher’s tan shoes.

“Amor,” You called out to Erick turning around in the mirror once again before facing Erick who looked just as ridiculous as you. “How do I look?”

“Ridícula,” Erick answered. His green eyes met yours and you both burst into laughter, ready to see the reaction of the boys.

“Come on, they’re gonna wake up soon.” You tell him finding his hand and interlocking your fingers. Erick leans over and places a gentle kiss on your cheek before leading you to Chris and Joel’s room first.

You guys sneak back onto their room and leaned against the wall, ready to see what the two boys would say about you guys dressed in their clothes. Their alarms went off at the same time, blaring from their phones and waking them successfully.

“Good morning sleeping beauties,” You tease catching their attention.

“Y/N- what are you doing here?” Joel asks you, sitting up in bed to fully face you and Erick.

“And with our clothes on?” Christopher adds on.

“Now you see how ridiculous you guys look sometimes?” You ask, striking a pose. Erick follows your lead and tries to pose as Joel.

“Alright we get it.” Joel tells you, just wanting to get ready for the day. “There’s one more thing, if you want your clothes back… you’re going to have to catch us.” Erick tells them. You both quickly stand up and begin to run out of the door, watching the two boys scramble out of bed and after you guys.

“Espera Joel! I’m in my boxers and you’re in shorts!” You could hear Chris yell and you could hear Joel’s groan at the realization.

“Y/N! Erick! You better bring our clothes!”

Hacerlo contigo en el auto Y la gente que nos pudo ver (Do it with you in the car. And the people who could see us)

You rolled your hips against his, head thrown back in pleasure. He held a firm grip on your hips and helped guide you up and down his length. He peppered kisses all over your chest, moans both spilling out of your mouth. Thank God the both of you were in the private space of your car.

“Allí, cariño,” He gently whispered, he knew you were on the edge of your release, so he began to meet you halfway. You tighten your grip on his shoulders and lean your head against his right shoulder.

“E-Erick,” You moaned as he quickened his pace.

“Mírame, amor,” He told you, moving one hand from your hip to your chin and lifting it up to make you look at him. It was hard to keep your eyes open, you were just so close. But you managed to listen and look into his green eyes. “I want to see you fall apart,” And with those words you hit your high. Erick looking into your eyes as you struggled to keep your body upward and he quickly came after you, letting you fall on his chest.

The both of you sat there in the backseat of your car, his arms wrapped around your body and holding you close to him and your head just rested in the crook of his neck and placing light kisses wherever your lips managed to reach. You both were trying to catch your breath before you had to get clothed for dinner with the boys.

“Do we really have to go with the boys?” You question. You could feel the vibrations of Erick’s laugh spread all over your body.

“Yes baby. It’s their surprise birthday dinner for me.” He told you with a heavy accent, the one you adored and enjoyed hearing.

“Fine. But let's hurry or else they’ll suspect something.” You told him. You adjusted the straps of your dress back on your shoulders before hopping off of him and gently managing to place yourself next to him. You lifted your hips and slipped your underwear back on and crawling up to the front seat.

Perdóname Por más que quiera olvidarte Más quiero llamarte (Forgive me As much as I want to forget you I want to call you more)

He never wanted something more than he wants you. He regrets everything about that night, your words and his words, walking out on you instead of trying to work it out. He just wanted you back in his arms like the old days when you would talk all night until you eventually fell asleep in the comfort of each other’s arms. He just wanted to be able to get you off his mind. He was plagued by the memories of you, the ghost of you was still there even if you were on the other side of the world in another man’s arms.

The phone felt heavy in hand, thumb hovering over the call button. He stared at the picture of you, smile so wide and bright, it outshines the sun, his lips attached to your cheek. It was from the day you guys went to Disneyland with the boys, one of the best days in his life.

“Y/N,” Erick called, drawing out the last syllable of your name. You playfully groan and look over at the pouty boy.

“Yes Erick?” You ask the boy and stop in your steps.

“Perdóname,” He whined. He took a couple strides over to you and wrapped an arm around your waist.

“You told me you would go on the ride with me. And then you dipped.” You respond. He chuckles at the memory before stopping at your facial expression.

“Zabdiel dared me!” He defends. You shake your head at his excuse and step closer to him.

“If Zabdiel dared you to jump off a bridge would you?”

“No empieces con eso. You know I love you and there was no harm.”

“I know. You’re such a travieso sometimes amor.” You tell him and step away from him, stomach grumbling for food.

“Come on. Let me get you food to make up for it.” He offers and you nod your head, hand finding his and he interlocked your fingers.

“You’re not off that easy, you’re gonna have to make it up tonight. Pero te amo,” You whisper. He looks down at you, you both falling in step with each other. A smile falling upon your face as you looked back at him.

“Baby lets take a photo,”

“And then we eat?”

“Si.” He tells you. You lead him a bit closer to the shade, you grabbed his phone and opened the camera. Just as you were about to snap the picture, Erick pulled you close and attached his lips to your cheeks, the stubble slightly tickling you.

“Eres el amor de mi vida Y/N,” Erick whispers as he pulls away.

Sé que yo no salgo de tu mente Buscas mis historias pa' volver a verme (I know I don't come out of your mind. You look for my stories to see me again)

He was the number one in your Instagram search history, even though you unfollowed him, he was still there. You clicked on his icon and it loaded before your screen was filled with his face, the music blasting from the speakers on your phone. You could hear his familiar voice and laughs as he messed around with Christopher, and a bittersweet smile crossed your face. You remember all the times that those two used to prank you, always messing with your makeup or clothes. You wanted nothing more than for him to be happy, but you wish you were there to hear his laughter and see the bright smile on his face.

He saw your little picture and your name as he scrolled through the views of his story. No matter how long ago you ended, you were still there in his views, keeping up with his life. He knew that he still lingered on your mind and you still lingered in his. It would be impossible to forget about each other but was it too late for another chance?

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[lupitaf19]

Princesa

 an Erick Colon imagine requested by @original-expert-collector 

{English Version}

Green.  That’s the first thing that popped into your head when you met him.  His eyes were a vivid green color that reminded you of the forest that existed behind your house that you often walked into when you needed to clear your mind or when you needed a break from all the stuff going on in the world.  Coincidentally, after becoming friends with Erick your favorite color also became the one that resembled his eyes and deep down you knew the reason why.  

Growing up with Erick,  you’d always seen him as a best friend and being the same age as him caused you to venture to him when you needed to ramble or vent about the typical teenage dilemmas- crushes, gossip, the usual every teen talked about.  However, you never thought there would be a day when you had to refrain from speaking to him about something because he had become one of those topics.  A crush. A crush on the boy you’d known since you were diapers and a crush that could make a friendship awkward and tense if it was brought into the limelight. 

To make things worse,  he was leaving for tour again soon and you didn’t know if you could hold it in much longer.  You yearned to tell him how when he looked at you, your insides would melt and you could feel yourself getting nervous as if he didn’t know everything about you already.  Every time you saw him with a fan there was an undeniable jealousy inside of you that one of those gorgeous girls could catch his attention and it was then that you knew you had to say something.  You figured that if you told him before he went on tour that you wouldn’t have to deal with the embarrassment of seeing him face when he rejected you.  A part of you hoped that he wouldn’t but you figured he’d just friendzone you or say he saw you as a sister because that’s what he did when people asked if you guys dated.  He hadn’t done so in a while though which gave you a tiny glimmer of hope that things would go in your favor.  Instead of denying it, he would just smile in interviews and just dodge the question.  A part of you wonder what he would do when you told him how you felt. 

In an effort to clear your thoughts, you headed over to your tree house in the woods that let you look over the city and usually made you feel peaceful. As you made your way towards it, you were surprised to find the light in the tree house on which indicated someone was already in there. You figured it was one of your siblings but were surprised to find Erick sitting in your tree house, sitting with his legs crossed on one of your pillows.  

“What are you doing here?,” You asked, feeling your nervousness get the best of you already as you felt your palms start to sweat because it was now or never. 

He gave you a look as if to say how ridiculous your question, “You’ve been acting strange with me, mami, so I’m here to ask you what’s going on.”

“I’m not acting weird.”  You replied but he knew you better than you knew yourself so instead he patted the pillow next to him and asked you to sit down.  As you did so, your breath hitched in your throat as you gazed directly into your favorite pair of eyes. 

“Now, tell me what’s wrong.  I leave tomorrow and I want to make sure that my best friend and I are on good terms.”  

Best friend.  Friend.  That’s all you kept thinking about and didn’t even notice you had spaced out and were staring at the floor until he used his finger to bring your chin up back to his face.  

“Tell me, princesa.”  You felt your face heat up at the name even though it wasn’t the first time he had called you things like this before. 

You bit your lip out of nervousness and shook your head, “It’s stupid, Erick.  I’m okay.”

“No you’re not.  If you were, you wouldn’t be so awkward with me right now.  Did I do something to upset you?”

You quickly shook your head, “No, you’re perfect.  It’s fine, really.  No need to worry about me.” 

“Well, I’m not leaving until I get an answer so we’re going to have to do this the easy or the hard way.”  

Just as you were about to ask what both ways were you found yourself in a fit of laughter as he tickled you and said, “Tell me.,” repeatably.  As you felt yourself out of breath, you didn’t even think about what you were saying until you heard yourself say, 

“I like you.” 

You felt his hands freeze and he looked down at you from his position in which he was currently on top of you.  

“You what?” 

You gulped before pushing him off, feeling your throat get tight as you mumbled,

“I’ve got to go.”

You heard him yell out your name and ask for you to wait but your embarrassment got the best of you as you left your tree house, running towards your house.  However you didn’t get very far until your felt yourself getting pulled into his chest.  He brushed away the tears that had began to fall with his thumbs as he cupped your face in your hands.  His voice was barely a whisper as he asked, 

“Why are you crying, nena? I like you, too.”  You felt your heart beating in your chest as he leaned down to kiss you, making all your previous worries about his reaction to your confession seem foolish and insignificant. Feeling him smile as he kissed you,  you wondered if there would ever be another moment as perfect as this one.  

version en espanol 

Verde. Es lo primero que te vino a la cabeza cuando lo conociste. Sus ojos eran de un color verde vívido que le recordaba al bosque que existía detrás de tu casa al que a menudo entraba cuando necesitaba despejar su mente o cuando necesitaba un descanso de todo lo que sucedía en el mundo. Casualmente, después de hacerse amigo de Erick, tu color favorito también se convirtió en el que se parecía a sus ojos y en el fondo sabías la razón. 

 Al crecer con Erick, siempre lo has visto como un mejor amigo y tener la misma edad que él te hizo hablar cuando necesitabas divagar o expresar los típicos dilemas de los adolescentes: aplastamientos, chismes, lo usual que cada adolescente hablaba acerca de. Sin embargo, nunca pensó que habría un día en que tuviera que abstenerse de hablar con él sobre algo porque se había convertido en uno de esos temas. Un flechazo. Un enamoramiento por el chico que conocías desde que usaban pañales y un enamoramiento que podía hacer que una amistad fuera incómoda y tensa si era puesta en el centro de atención. 

Para empeorar las cosas, se iba a ir de gira pronto y no sabías si podrías aguantar mucho más tiempo. Anhelaste decirle que cuando te mirara, tu interior se derretiría y podrías  nerviosa, como si ya no supiera el todo sobre ti. Cada vez que lo veías con una fanática había dentro de ti celos innegable de que una de esas preciosas chicas podía llamar su atención y fue entonces cuando supiste que tenías que decir algo. Pensaste que si le contabas antes de salir de gira que no tendrías que lidiar con la vergüenza de verlo cara cuando te rechazó. Una parte de ti esperaba que él no lo hiciera, pero pensaste que él simplemente te haría friendzone o diría que te veia como a una hermana porque eso es lo que hizo cuando la gente preguntó si salían juntos. Sin embargo, hace un tiempo que no lo hizo, lo que te dio una pequeña luz de esperanza de que las cosas irían a tu favor. En lugar de negarlo, solo sonreiría en las entrevistas y simplemente evadiría la pregunta. Una parte de ti se pregunta qué haría cuando le dijeras cómo te sentías.

En un esfuerzo por despejar tus pensamientos, te dirigiste a la casa de tu árbol en el bosque que te permite mirar la ciudad y por lo general te hacía sentir en paz. A medida que avanzaste hacia ella, te sorprendiste al encontrar la luz en la casa del árbol en la que se indicaba que alguien ya estaba allí. Pensaste que era uno de tus hermanos, pero te sorprendió encontrar a Erick sentado en la casa de tu árbol, sentado con las piernas cruzadas sobre una de tus almohadas.

¿Qué estás haciendo aquí? ", Preguntaste, sintiendo tu nerviosismo sacar lo mejor de ti ya que sentiste que las palmas de tus manos comenzaban a sudar porque era ahora o nunca. 

 Él te echó un vistazo como diciendo cuán ridícula era tu pregunta: "Has estado actuando de forma extraña conmigo, mami, así que estoy aquí para preguntarte qué está pasando".

 "No estoy actuando rara". Respondiste, pero él te conocía mejor de lo que te conocías a ti mismo, así que en vez de eso dio unas palmaditas en la almohada junto a él y te pidió que te sentaras. Mientras lo hacía, tu aliento se enganchó en su garganta mientras miraba directamente a su par de ojos favorito. 

 "Ahora, dime lo que está mal. Me voy mañana y quiero asegurarme de que mi mejor amigo y yo estamos en buenos términos ".

 Mejor amiga. Amiga. Eso es todo en lo que seguiste pensando y ni siquiera te diste cuenta de que te habías espaciado y mirabas fijamente al suelo hasta que usó su dedo para llevar tu barbilla nuevamente a su cara. 

"Dime, Princesa". Sintió que su rostro se ponía caliente al oír el nombre de princesa, aunque no era la primera vez que le llamaba de esa manera antes. Te mordiste el labio por nerviosismo y sacudiste la cabeza, "Es algo tonto, Erick. Estoy bien." 

"No tu no eres. Si fueras así, no serías tan torpe conmigo en este momento. ¿Hice algo para molestarte?”

Rápidamente negaste con la cabeza, "No, eres perfecto. Está bien, de verdad. No hay necesidad de preocuparse por mí ".

 "Bueno, no me iré hasta que obtenga una respuesta, así que vamos a tener que hacerlo de la manera fácil o difícil". 

 Justo cuando estaba a punto de preguntarle qué era lo que hacía, se encontró en un ataque de risa cuando le hizo cosquillas y te dijo: "Dime". Repetidamente.

 Cuando te sentiste sin aliento, ni siquiera pensaste en lo que estabas diciendo hasta que te escuchaste decir, "Me gustas."

Sentiste que sus manos se congelaban y te miró desde su posición en la que estaba encima de ti. 

 "¿Que?"  Sentistes que tu garganta se ponia tensa mientras que decias, "Tengo que ir." 

Lo oíste gritar tu nombre y pedirte que te esperes, pero tu vergüenza te quitó lo mejor de ti cuando saliste de la casa de tu árbol, corriendo hacia tu casa. Sin embargo, no llegaste muy lejos hasta que te sentiste atrapado en su pecho. El secó las lágrimas que habían comenzado a caer con los pulgares mientras  tomaba tu cara entre sus manos. Su voz era apenas un susurro cuando preguntó, "¿Por qué estás llorando, nena? También me gustas ". 

Sintiste tu corazón latir en tu pecho mientras se inclinaba para besarte, haciendo que todas tus preocupaciones previas sobre su reacción a tu confesión parezcan tontas e insignificantes. Sintiéndolo sonreír mientras te besaba, te preguntas si alguna vez habrá otro momento tan perfecto como este.

PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK, TYSM FOR READING 

POR FAVOR DEJE COMENTARIOS, GRACIAS POR LEER 

[infamousoverwatch]

Clichés: Chapter 1

A Reaper/Gabriel Reyes x Reader Office AU fic. Originally written for lilith-chii’s contest, but I couldnt finish it in time and instead sent in a soldier 76 smut piece lol. Still not finished, so it’ll be divided into chapters

Work was busier than usual. So many reporters have been trying to get interviews with the co-presidents of Overwatch since the big announcement of the joining of Overwatch and Talon. Two separate companies suddenly merging together was quite the big fuss. After Rico Reyes passed away last month, ownership of his weapons company was passed to his favorite son, Gabriel. Despite the fact that Gabe had left the family business ten years ago to join Overwatch. Now the billionaire ex vice president of Overwatch was the co-president of… Overwatch. They decided not to change the name. Though Talonwatch does have a ring to it. Or maybe Overtalon? Nah, not as catchy.

Overwatch was a much larger company than Talon, so it’s not entirely unusual for the two to combine. Though it’s less of a combination and more of Overwatch swallowing up the resources Talon provides. As the secretary of the president and vice president (now co-president), you had your hands full. Emails, phone calls, lawyers, and reporters that thought they could just prance in and get an instant meeting with Mister Reyes or Mister Morrison. Such was the case now. A reporter for some women’s magazine just pranced right in and stalked right up to your desk, standing haughtily in front of you.

“I’m here to get an interview with Jack Morrison and Gabriel Reyes. Now please.” The nameless reporter spoke, tapping a perfectly manicured nail against your desk.

“I’m sorry, but Mister Reyes and Mister Morrison are currently in a very important meeting. I’d be happy to try to add you into their schedule, though.” You informed with a polite (and absolutely fake) smile. She looked appalled, absolutely confused that she had just been told no.

“I’m sure their meeting could wait. I’m from a very important magazine, ‘Eyecandy,’ I’m sure you’ve heard of it, yes? This interview simply can’t wait. Why don’t you go get them and tell them who I am and we can have this interview right now?” The woman didn’t so much ask as she did command.

“Oh, and get me an ice water while you’re at it, will you? I need to use the little ladies’ room.” With the toss of her hair, she turned around and strutted down the hall, where the bathrooms were.

What a bitch. She was obviously raised wealthy, never having been turned down before. She likely used her good looks and demanding attitude to get what she wanted. It was incredibly unlikely that she would leave without speaking to the co-presidents, and you didn’t really want to deal with her any more than you already had. You had work to do. A lot of it. So you got up and went to the meeting room right in between their offices, knocking gently on steel door. No response, only faint mumblings from inside, but the room was rather soundproof.

Taking a chance, you cracked open the door and peeked inside, hoping it would be enough to catch their attention. However, it seems like you walked in on an argument, and it didn’t seem to be a productive one either.

“Su traje es mierda y no le queda, lápiz blanco!”

“Stop yelling at me in Spanish, you know I don’t understand what you’re saying!”

“Estúpido!”

“Ok I understood that.”

When Gabriel was really angry, he would only speak in his native tongue, Spanish. Poor Jack, who only had a toddler’s understanding of the language, would just be confused. This was usually where you stepped in, convinced them to calm down and then talk about whatever made them angry in the first place. It was usually who ate the last slice of pizza for lunch or who took the last donut. They were like children and it was your job to play parent.

“Um…” You interrupted loudly enough to be heard over Gabriel’s spanish cursing, drawing their eyes to you. They stared, waiting for you to continue.

“There’s a lady that claims to be important and doesn’t seem to wanna leave until she gets an interview.” You informed them, awkwardly biting your lip afterward and hoping Gabriel wouldn’t yell at you for not immediately sending her away, dealing with her yourself. But there was only silence.

“I’ll deal with her. Gabe, try to calm down and when I come back, we can talk about this. In English, please. Or I’ll get my spanish dictionary if that’s not possible.” Jack determined, casting a sly look at Gabriel before walking out, buttoning the three buttons of his suit jacket while he walked. You stared after him, eyes glancing down at the ass hidden within dark blue slacks. ‘My God, does that man work out.’ You thought, a blush quickly rising to your cheeks as you realized you were still staring.

“Oye chica, stop looking at Jack’s ass.” Gabriel’s booming voice startled you, and forced you to turn to face him, brain quickly sputtering excuses as to why you were staring after your boss. None of them made it to your mouth, and you instead stood there with a stupid look on your face, red as a tomato.

“Si vas a estar mirando el trasero de alguien, debería ser mío.” He muttered to himself, grinning.

“What?” You asked as you forced your blush down and walked into the room, closing the door behind you and hoping that Jack would be able to handle that bitchy reporter. He was such a nice guy, you were worried that he wouldn’t be able to say no to her, and then try and pack the interview into his already packed schedule, thus losing sleep and overworking himself.

“Nothing, (Y/N).” Gabriel lamented. He looked over the documents splayed across the conference table, his face turning grim and a snarl pulling up his lip. With a growl, he swiped his arm across the desk and the papers went flying onto the floor.

“Esta mierda es ridícula!” He cursed angrily.

“What’s going on?” You questioned quietly, so as not to spark his anger. The tension in his shoulders relaxed, and he turned to face the windowed wall that looked out onto the city below them, a pained expression reflecting in the glass.

This.... was unusual. Gabriel was rarely so somber. Though he and Jack were incredibly professional most of the time, Gabriel was always the one throwing in jokes and pranks, constantly teasing not only Jack and you, but the rest of the office too. To see him this serious and this furious was definitely new, and a bit worrying.

“You know my father died and left me all of Talon in his will. His lawyer just revealed to me a condition I previously had no knowledge of.” He paused, either wondering how to continue or just doing it for dramatic effect. You waited patiently, staring at his back while he continued to face the window.

“He wants me to get married. I have to be married in the next sixth months in order to officially inherit the company, or it goes to our business rivals, the Omnic Corporation.” He sighed.

“Oh,” You gasped, “Oh wow.”

Silence fell over the room, awkward and deafening. If you sprained your ears, could hear the shrill voice of the reporter cooing at Jack. Maybe that’s why she was here, because she heard about it and wanted to interview him about it.

And maybe, just maybe your heart panged a little. Because maybe you have a small, tiny, little crush on one of your bosses. And maybe it was Gabriel Reyes. And maybe you knew he obviously would never choose to marry you, because he’d obviously marry someone of equal or better wealth to improve the company. Definitely not his super average, low middle-class secretary.

“So, what are you gonna do then?” You asked him, eyes trailing his movements as he took off his suit jacket, throwing it across the nearest chair, then loosening the silky blood red tie around his neck, and popping open the top few buttons of the white dress shirt, exposing his dark collarbone and oh no, you were definitely not thinking about swiping your tongue across the indents of his collarbone.

‘Focus, focus, focus!’ You thought to yourself, demanding your eyes to tear away from his exposed skin, instead moving to look at the paperwork scattered on the floor. Determined to keep yourself busy so as to avoid not so pure daydreams, you walked over to where Gabriel stood, leaning against the table.

“We could use lawyers and try to sort it out? I mean, there has to be a loophole or something in there, right?” You suggested as you bent over to pick up the papers, wondering if they were in a specific order. The pages weren’t numbered… hopefully this wouldn’t be a problem.

He didn’t answer, but you could feel his eyes on you. That powerful gaze that left a tingling sensation. Maybe he hadn’t heard you? You finished picking the papers up and gently knocked them on the desk to make them into a neat stack. Just as you were about to repeat yourself, he spoke.

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess that’s what we’ll have to do.” He sighed, running a hand over his face. Gabriel watched as you set the papers on the table, your hand resting on top of the stack to make sure it doesn’t move from the ceiling fan. You looked up at him and smiled reassuringly, and when you looked back at the papers, his hand was resting atop of yours. His hand was big, and the skin rough; covered in scars and callouses from his army days. You had imagined those hands running down your body, grabbing you and holding you. Fingers teasing and going inside of your- ‘Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, oh my god, stop!’ Your mind screamed at you as your face heated up, undoubtably red.

The way he was looking at you wasn’t doing anything to stop the vivid fantasies running through your mind. Neither was the smile he gave you as he pat your head, like holy shit, those teeth could blind somebody in the right light. Oh your heart was about to burst out of your chest and you just prayed that he couldn’t hear it.

“You should go check on Jack, he’s been out there for a while. I got a fuck ton of work to do. Cancel all my meetings and make sure no one bothers me, alright?” He commanded, smile dropping from his face, expression hardening as he grabbed his jacket and left the room, leaving you stunned and red faced.

You took a moment to compose yourself, forcing your blush away. Shit, you had it bad.

Translations:

“Su traje es mierda y no le queda, lápiz blanco!”

Your suit is shitty and it doesn’t fit, you white crayon!

“Estúpido!”

Idiot!

“Si vas a estar mirando el culo de alguien, debería ser mío.”

If you’re going to be looking at someone’s ass, it should be mine.

“Esta mierda es ridícula!”

This shit is ridiculous!

Let me know if theres any mistakes in grammar, spelling, or the translations. Thanks for reading! I’ll try to get the next chapter out soon.

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