#sal-si-puedes

[statusquoergo]

thank you @sal-si-puedes for tagging me on this, you wonderful person!

Three ships: marvey (obviously), narumitsu (my love for them has lasted a lot longer than i expected when i first picked up the games...17 years ago, wow), barisi (i actually have nothing at all against amanda, but in my head, rafael was there first)

First ever ship: 3/4, which probably tells you more than you need to know about the era and region of fandom that i come from

Last song: on its own, “shattered fullness” by xiao yu; as the song in a music video, “light of love” by florence + the machine

Last movie: puss in boots: the last wish

Currently reading: d-day girls

Currently watching: party down, which will i’m sure be a super fun and not at all jarring transition to severance, whenever season 2 finally airs

Currently craving: potatoes? no idea why. also some motivation to work on my original fiction would be nice, but i supposed there’s no point in being greedy

i’ll tag @rikutaa, @frivoloussuits, @snjeguljica33, @heytheredeann, @fangirlzone, and of course anyone else who wants to play!

[sidekick-hero]

💋💋 You've been kissed!! Send this to five other people to give them kisses!!

JANA!!! 😘😘😘😘 Giving you the biggest smooch in history, you're so sweet!

[negotiumcrucis]

Re favorite scenes: I have a few!! The one in Wistful, when Nicky steps into the ocean at night (which is why I wanted to see that one illustrated!!), the one in the stiff heart in which Nicolò combs Yusuf‘s hair, and all of forest fire. Those are off the top of my head - there are more, of course!!

jlgfhf;ekfqtgkj omg aqua 🥺🥺🥺 first, that art is going to be forever in my heart. I'm thrilled you find that scene memorable, it means so much to me, you have no idea, thank you!! And yeees, Nicolò taking care of Yusuf's hair is my religion, so glad we are on the same page there 😌😌😌 now, Forest fire is still to this very day one of the most self-indulgence fics I have ever written for this fandom and it makes me so happy you enjoyed it. I guess we will never get truly over the fact we didn't get to see the Goussainville deleted scene 😂

tell me which is the most memorable scene from one of my fics // see previous replies about this

[sigurism]

Rules: no cheating! You're starring in a movie with the last celebrity you saved in your camera roll. The last song you've listened to is the title. Who/what is it?

I was tagged by my darling @sal-si-puedes - thank you so much for taggng me and thinking of me!

Last celeb on my camera roll: Boyd Holbrook

Last song listened to: Anywhere Out of the World -Dead Can Dance Wondrous indeed... I tag: @abusivelittlebunny, @ongreenergrasses, @gavotteangel, @missarrgentina, @paniccats

[esperanza-de-verano]

Cuando entenderás que existen personas que no les importa tenerte a medias, que no te sueltan por completo porque alimenta su ego, y porque les gusta sentirse amados y deseados. Pero a todo ello donde quedas tu? Conformarte con respuestas frías y con migajas donde que no te dan ninguna esperanza para que seas amada. Cuanto tiempo más esperarás, porque cuenta te das... que esperas entonces?

[cher-rei]

pablo gavi smau [ P.G ]

summary: a documentation of your life as the messi family's adoptive daughter leading up to a surprise relationship reveal

masterlist

notes: posting this like this isn't based on my gavi fic that's in planning... the oc's name is sofía btw (translated spanish!!)

fía.pérez

liked by pablogavi and 2 234 563 others

fía.pérez la vida en este momento con mi chica favorita 💌 (life at the moment with my favourite girl) [tagged: aurorapaezg]

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aurorapaezg 😘 [liked by fía.pérez]

pablogavi dejar a mi hermana en paz desafío: ir (leave my sister alone challenge: go)

→ fía.pérez deja de ser celoso desafío: ve (stop being jealous challenge: go)

user guys I just saw two pretty best friends...

user when are gavi and sofía not arguing though, like can we be fr 😭

user they make it so easy to ship them and I'm so here for it

user it's over once when see antonela or messi in the comments 😔

fía.pérez

liked by anotenelarocuzzo and 1 172 111 others

fía.pérez ciro + fía = <3

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antonelarocuzzo mis bebés ❤️‍🩹 (my babies) [liked by fía.paréz)

leomessi mateo dijo que está mejor 😭 (mateo said that he's better)

→ fía.pérez en sus sueños 🙄 (in his dreams)

pablogavi ¿Y por qué no me invitaron??? (and why wasn't I invited???)

→ fía.pérez bueno, tal vez si hubieras respondido a mi llamada habrías (well maybe if you answered my calls you would've)

pedri los amantes se pelean (lovers quarrel)

→ fía.pérez sal de mis comentarios ahora mismo... (get out of my comments right now)

pablogavi @pedri me das asco. (you disgust me.)

pablogavi

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pablogavi exponiendo mi angel 🤭 (exposing my angel) [tagged: fía.pérez]

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fía.pérez estás muerto gavira. (you're dead gavira) [liked by pablogavi]

pedri ¿¿subtítulo?? (caption??)

ferrantorres ¿¿tu que?? (your what??)

user excuse me 😃

user HELP?? SOFT LAUNCH??

fía.pérez

liked by leomessi and 1 223 311 others

fía.pérez él realmente está aquí firmando las camisetas de todos mientras yo estoy allí 😒 (he's really out there signing everyone's shirt while I'm right there) [tagged: pablogavi]

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pablogavi puedes tener el mío en su lugar 😉 (you can have mine instead)

→ fía.pérez preferiría morir ☺️ (i'd rather die)

pedri los odio tanto a ambos (I hate you both so much) [liked by fía.pérez]

user I don't even know if I'm delusional anymore

→ user girl I'm just here for the vibes, they're too cute to leave

fía.pérez

liked by pablogavi and 1 722 111 others

fía.pérez el chico en la pantalla es algo lindo 👀 (the guy on the screen is kind of cute)

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aurorapaezg estás bromeando ¿no? (you're joking right?) [liked by fía.pérez]

pablogavi conozco a alguien que es al menos diez veces más lindo (I know someone who's at least ten times cuter)

→ fía.pérez ¿ah, de verdad? (oh really?) [liked by pablogavi]

ferminlopez @pedri hermano, ven aquí (bro get over here)

user we're getting closer!!!

user am I supposed to be screaming or crying rn??

pablogavi

liked by fía.pérez and 891 199 499 others

pablogavi mi vista favorita 👀❤️‍🩹 (my favourite view) [tagged: fía.pérez]

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fía.pérez he visto mejores de cerca (I've seen better upclose)

→ pablogavi imposible mi amor (impossible, my love)

pedri ¿puedo finalmente dormir en paz ahora? (can I finally sleep in peace now?)

→ pablogavi nunca (never)

ferminlopez ¡¡vamos!! (let's gooo!!) [liked by pablogavi)

user screaming, crying, throwing up

user YESSSS!! I'M CONVULSING

fía.pérez

liked by leomessi and 2 321 112 others

fía.pérez mi niño bonito ❤️ (my pretty boy) [tagged: pablogavi)

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pablogavi ¡¡no es justo!! no puedes llamarme tu chico bonito tan casualmente (that's not fair!! you can't call me your pretty boy so casually)

→ fía.pérez por supuesto que puedo (of course I can)

antonelarocuzzo te tomo bastante tiempo (took you long enough)

→ fía.pérez fue un proceso ¿vale? 😭 (it was a process okay?)

pedri yo todavía te odio (I still hate you)

→ pablogavi nada nuevo (nothing new)

user is this what heaven feels like?

[stevesbipanic]

@steddielovemonth Day 27: Love is just a four-letter word. @sal-si-puedes

Reading and writing had never come easy to Steve. Surprisingly, numbers had been easy, which definitely helped as he moved into retail later in life. Letters though, they were often his enemy.

Nancy was a big reason he even was able to graduate let alone write college essays. He'd have her check and recheck until all the letters sat in their correct spots.

Working at Scoops had been relatively easy, he learnt what flavours looked like rather than reading their labels, memorizing their menu by reading it over and over again until he was sure he knew everything on it.

Working at Family Video had been harder, a lot more titles and words to read. Miserably watching the letters jump into wrong places, often placing titles in B rather than D.

Robin helped, mentioned a cousin with dyslexia, suggested a doctor but after Starcourt you'd have to drag him to a doctor. Instead he mostly manned the till, stocked the candy and rewound tapes.

He thought about college again, thought about his future and what he wanted. He knew everything would involve reading though so he put a pin in that for later, although becoming a math teacher sounded nice, he liked numbers and kids.

Part of him was jealous that he couldn't be someone to read to Eddie as he lay in the hospital, all the kids took turns, he didn't even know if Eddie would want him to read to him.

Eddie brought a new wave of words to his life, but in loud rambles like Robin. Steve expressed how he wished he could read as much as Eddie, explaining his difficulties.

"I could read to you?"

Steve smiled at Eddie's blush.

"I'd like that."

It became a thing to chase away nightmares, soft words lulling the younger boy to sleep, Eddie never seemed to mind claiming a bedmate helped with the nightmares.

Now Steve was in a new predicament. Butterflies in his stomach every time Eddie would use his soft voice knowing Steve was almost asleep or when they'd curl up together every movie night.

"You like Eddie!"

"Ok we're just skipping over me liking guys, yes I like Eddie!"

"Has more talent than Tammy I'll give you that."

He sat at his desk now, surrounded by scrunched up pieces of paper, "This was a stupid idea!"

"What you working on, Stevie?"

Shit, was it 3 o'clock already!? He hadn't heard Eddie get here, he wasn't meant to see this yet, it wasn't perfect yet.

"Um, nothing?"

"That a question or a statement, sweetheart?" Eddie laughed softly walking over to the desk quickly peering over Steve's shoulder before Steve had a chance to cover it.

"Aw a Valentine's letter! Who's the lucky lady that has Steve Harrington writing, she must be pretty special." There was a tightness in Eddie's voice but Steve could only feel the flush rising in his cheeks.

"They are and they're always writing such lovely words I wanted to show them I was serious." Steve said hoping Eddie didn't pick up he didn't say she.

"Let me take a look, Stevie, you know I don't mind proofreading your stuff," the paper was in Eddie's hands before Steve could stop him.

Roses are red, but you only like black,

You're so brave, always having my back.

Valentine's Day, only one thing to do,

Telling you, how much I levo you!

Happy Valentine's Day Eddie!

Love your, Stevie

Steve wanted Hawkins to open up again just to swallow him up. Eddie was quiet which he never is which terrified Steve.

After a moment Eddie reached over Steve again grabbing the pencil and carefully crossing out a word in the poem.

I levo love you

"I love you too, sweetheart, spelling mistakes and all."

And that was something Steve didn't need any help reading.

[anor3xsblog]

como realizar un laxante de jugo limon

para esto solo necesitas un vaso y limones, recomendable que sean 7 limones los que exprimas ya que tienen mas efecto en el proceso de hacer ir al baño aunque si tienes menos cantidad puedes usarlos no pasa nada, lo que debes hacer es simplemente exprimir todo el jugo del limon en el vaso que no se te escape ninguna gota entre mas jugo tenga el vaso mejor, cuando ya los hayas exprimido todos echale agua tibia para que funcione mejor aunque si no tienes, agregale agua fria al vaso hasta que quede casi lleno y estaria terminado.

aunque si queremos aumentar su efecto podemos agregarle:

-pimienta de cayena.

-curcuma.

-hojas de sen.

-semillas de lino.

-aceite de oliva.

-jengibre rallado.

-menta fresca.

-canela.

-miel.

-bicarbonato de sodio.

-sal de mar.

-jugo de aloe vera.

una cosa no importa la cantidad de ingredientes que tu decidas agregar, al hacer eso solamente hacemos que se combinen los diferentes efectos y beneficios que contiene cada uno de ellos.

efectos y beneficios de cada ingrediente mencionado anteriormente:

pimienta de cayena: tiene propiedades estimulantes y puede ayudar a regular el movimiento intestinal.

curcuma: tiene propiedades antiinflamatorias y puede ayudar a aliviar el dolor y la hinchazon en el abdomen.

hojas de sen: son una hierba natural que tiene propiedades laxantes y se puede usar para hacer té.

semillas de lino: son una fuente de fibra soluble que puede ayudar aumentar el volumen de las heces y facilitar su eliminación.

aceite de oliva: tiene propiedades laxantes y se puede usar para agregar humedad a las heces.

jengibre rallado: tiene propiedades antiinflamatorias y puede ayudar a aliviar los colicos estomacales.

menta fresca: tiene un efecto calmante en el estomago y puede ayudar a aliviar el malestar estomacal.

canela: tiene propiedades antioxidantes y puede ayudar a estimular el movimiento intestinal.

miel: tiene propiedades laxantes suaves y puede ayudar a aliviar el estreñimiento.

bicarbonato de sodio: puede ayudar a neutralizar los ácidos del estómago y aliviar la acidez estomacal.

sal de mar: tiene propiedades antibacterianas y puede ayudar a aliviar la hinchazón y la distensión abdominal.

jugo de aloe vera: tiene propiedades laxantes suaves y puede ayudar a suavizar las heces.

algunos datos curiosos sobre el jugo de limon:

-Hacer ejercicio: el ejercicio regular puede ayudar a estimular el movimiento intestinal y aumentar la efectividad del jugo de limon.

-Tomar antes de acostarse: beber el jugo de limon antes de acostarse puede ayudar a estimular el movimiento intestinal durante la noche.

-Repetir con frecuencia: se puede repetir la mezcla de jugo de limon varias veces al día para mantener los efectos.

-tomar con el estomago vacio: es mejor tomar la mezcla con el estomago vacio, ya que los acidos del estomago pueden descomponer los ingredientes y hacer que sean mas efectivos.

-beber lentamente: se debe beber lentamente para permitir que los ingredientes se mezclen adecuadamente en el estomago y puedan ser absorbidos.

-tomar a temperatura ambiente: si se tiene sensibilidad al calor, se puede beber la mezcla a temperatura ambiente en lugar de caliente.

[hitlikehammers]

seven across

rating: t ♥️ cw: established relationship, SUCH FLUFF ♥️ tags: marriage proposals, crossword puzzles, slice of life, softness

for @steddielovemonth day twenty-seven: Love is watching them do the stupidest things and falling harder for them every time (anon) + Love is just a four-letter word (@sal-si-puedes)

@pearynice said both of these prompts could be together and I said...let's try! ♥️

“Thing I want to be for you every single moment always, past the day I fucking die.”

They’re not, like, particularly serious about the crossword in the newspaper. As in, they don’t spend all morning on it, they don’t judge the tenor of their whole day based not on whether they finish it, but instead how fast they finish it, they absolutely do not do it in pen—

Basically, they’re not Nancy about it; but they do have fun with it. It’s just a quirky little…nerd thing they share before their coffees are done, before they kiss at their car doors and leave for work, or like this, on the weekends: before they start another pot of coffee and kiss about the clues they couldn’t figure out while it brews.

“Head,” Steve answers, off-handed, looking down his nose with his glasses perched low as he reads the middle section of the paper, something about stocks…probably.

“There’s no indicator,” Eddie snorts at Steve’s response, shakes his head but doesn’t bother to smother his grin; “it’s not what I want to give you every single moment.”

“So you agree you do want that, though,” Steve peeks up so sly, so teasing, so fucking gorgeous it hitches in Eddie’s chest when he so much thinks about it, about him, about his Steve—let alone when he’s face-to-face with the genuine article, grinning in all his glory.

“Was that in question?” Eddie recovers, but he knows his tone’s a little lovesick, knows his smile’s a little dopey for feeling, but this man.

Just; this man.

“Love,” Steve grins around a sip of his coffee, glances down at the crossword in front of Eddie to indicate another guess but his eyes sparkle in that way of his, just so, and Eddie knows it’s…not just a guess.

“Again,” Eddie huffs but can’t help the way a smile stretches wide enough to strain, to ache in his cheeks in the best possible way: “not a thing I give,” and he lets the hand not holding the pencil reach for Steve’s, which is waiting for him, grabs when Eddie’s close and laces thiner fingers together so Eddie can squeeze tight as he breathes out:

“But also never in question.”

Steve’s reading again, so it takes Eddie a little by surprise when his hand’s been lifted, and then pressed to Steve’s mouth with a kiss and when he looks up Steve’s already staring at him, the look there so fucking tender.

“I meant it was a noun,” Steve says so softly, his tone tender, too; “you are what love means to me.”

And Eddie’s pulse does a little double-skip for that because Steve can say those things forever, and it’s won’t ever stop fluttering around in Eddie’s chest like something miraculous.

In fact, Eddie really hopes Steve will say it forever.

“Sap,” he tries to volley back but it mostly comes out sappy, and a little too choked to be anything but a fucking compliment.

“Just honest,” Steve shrugs, smiling soft and playing with Eddie’s fingers before setting them back on the table, but not letting go as he gives another guess a try:

“Home.”

“Also not in question,” Eddie sighs a little…fuck, yeah, a little dreamily before tacking on: “you’re all I need, to know that I’m home.”

And it’s true. It’s so fucking true.

Eddie’s floating on the truth of it, and the fact that he gets to live that truth like this, and he’ll blame that as more than good enough reason to miss how Steve scoots his chair closer and leans over his shoulder to look at the paper he’s writing on.

“That’s more than four letters.”

Yep: Eddie will absolutely blame the high of just…being with Steve, of loving like this, for distracting him from the whole fucking pointof the conversation.

“Oh, I, umm,” Eddie fumbles a little, flustered where he really shouldn’t be, this was actually kind of the plan and he reminds himself of that sternly before he chuckles, and it’s only a little forced to get his footing back: “forgot to say we were past those.”

He looks up at Steve thought his lashes, honestly a bit sheepish and yes, he does bask in Steve’s endeared eyeball, in his indulgent smile before he takes another sip of his coffee, and Eddie thinks he’s in the clear when Steve asks:

“What’s the real clue?” Because they do this, they play with the clues more than they probably don’t when the answer’s obvious, because this is something they do together, and if whichever of them’s manning the writing utensil knows what to write in and they just move onto the next, that cuts down the fun, the soft moments they get to have like this.

And Eddie wouldn’t fucking trade this for…for anything.

“Umm,” Eddie draws out, not just the keep the moment but also because woah, wait: Steve’s putting his mug down and he’s leaning in and that’s not how this goes, nope, not even a little, hold the fuck on—

Also Eddie is supposed to be composed for this, because it’s important, it’s so fucking important, and when Steve’s pressed up against him like this, soft and casual in the mornings together, Eddie cannot be expected to focus, or else: not to focus on anything but the blissful warmth of Steve’s body against him like it belongs, because it belongs, and—

“Wait,” Steve’s nose scrunches, fucking delicious but he’s very close, and he’s reading over Eddie’s shoulder and…okay, okay, this was part of the plan, he just didn’t expect it so fast, or maybe he just didn’t expect the way his mouth’s all dry and his throat’s all tight, and his heart’s beating so goddamn hard but none of it’s like it’s nerves exactly, or maybe not mostly nerves, because mostly it’s just Steve, being near, and something like…excitement, but still:

Still: some of it’s nerves.

“This one’s wrong, babe,” Steve points to one of the verticals feeding down into the number they’re working on: Eddie hadn’t asked about it, and Steve’s frowning maybe for that reason first, before he notices…it’s not even close.

Because none of these were really supposed to match the clues; that wasn’t the point.

And Eddie watches, while Steve reads the other lines that feed into the not-four-letters he had asked after, the actually-seven-letters he’d asked Steve to give to him with a very specific clue, and Eddie’s breath catches when Steve turns to him, eyes big and swimming with questions as he exhales so so soft:

“Eddie?”

Because Eddie’d filled in some of the word, with the wrong-other-words.

It’s…not hard to guess when you see it:

_ U _ B A _ D

And Steve’s breath catches too, then, because, well: with Eddie’s clue, it’s kinda…it’s kinda really easy:

Thing I want to be for you every single moment always, past the day I fucking die.

Steve’s lips part, and his eyes get shiny, shimmery, and Eddie swallows, grabs Steve’s hand and moves the edge of a plate that’s been hiding a ring, breathes in the little gasp Steve give when he sees it like nectar to the gods but sweet, more life-giving than even that, and Eddie trembles a little as he holds it out and meets Steve’s gaze: the tears as slow to fall down Steve’s cheeks, and Eddie knows his are no better, and he means to ask immediately but…Steve is so fucking beautiful, and Eddie’s just a man, y’know?

He cannot help but to stare, and savor, and soak in this moment and this image, to etch it in his memory and call it perfection, and marvel at how it’s been his all this time but then…how Steve’s glowing and his lips are quirked the slightest bit and he’s, he’s…

Eddie opens his mouth to ask, he really does, but Steve’s letting go of his hand and reaching to frame Eddie’s face, and then he’s pulling Eddie to him, practiced and sure and Eddie leans because he knows exactly where he fits, always, and, like, maybe the question’s not even necessary.

Maybe Steve's lips are an answer in themselves.

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Michael Gavey x witch! reader

• Cuando te conoció, era sumamente estúpido para él que en cada examen o día importante llevaras piedritas de colores, pero nada supero ese día de examen de opción múltiple en la que a la mitad de las preguntas las contestaste usando un péndulo.

• Te ama realmente, algo más allá de su comprensión porque siempre idealizó una pareja similar a él, pero con un poco de tiempo y paciencia comenzó a disfrutar de vos y cada una de las características que te hacen quien sos.

• Como dije, realmente te ama, pero si pudieras no prender sahumerios o palo santo las ocaciones en las que está en tu dormitorio lo apreciaría, el olor le hace doler la cabeza cuando es muy fuerte.

• Si tenés altares o cosas similares él va a intentar tocarlos más allá de tus pedidos y advertencias, después de todo no hay pruebas científicas sobre alguna deidad existente, no es hasta que te ve pasar por emociones desde la angustia hasta la ira dejando claro que no es un límite que estés dispuesta a remover que se retracta.

• "Mira, es un duende, lo conseguí en una feria a la que fui con unas amigas, ¿no es lindo?" no, él está algo asustado en este momento como escuchar la información que estás diciéndole.

• A veces aún no puede evitar ser un poco escéptico sobre ciertas cosas; tuvo un día horrendo porque la gente es estúpida y la vida es una mierda, ¿qué es eso de mercurio retrógrado?

• "¿Querés que te tire las cartas?" no, realmente no, pero lo preguntas con esa sonrisa tan linda mientras le das pequeñas caricias para convencerlo que está más que dispuesto a escucharte hablar de las cartas que salieron y su significado.

• Realmente, en ocaciones, cuando ve los frascos, las velas derretidas, las cenizas de sahumerios que llamas sal negra y todos los demás elementos, bromea sobre como tal vez lo hechizaste para atraerlo, mencionando el clásico muñeco vudú; pero claro que siempre te ríes de eso, sin contarle sobre la cantidad de miel que usaste en hacer cruces sobre tu lengua antes de las clases que compartían o el frasco sellado con vela que tienes en alguna parte escondido con el endulzamiento que hiciste en su nombre.

• Aprende rápidamente que uno de tus lenguajes de amor suele ser regalarle cosas de "protección", como la pulsera roja que usa en su muñeca o tus pedidos al universo para él, así que lo agradece cada vez.

• Aprendió que recibe muchos besos cada que consigue frascos, velas o incluso "yuyos" para vos, así que lo hace seguido.

• Siempre fue una persona de ciencia, pero escucharte hablar sobre los dioses o diosas con los que "trabajas" es una de sus cosas favoritas para hacer mientras ambos están acostados bajo las mantas mientras se acurrucan contra el otro.

• "¿Te hago tu carta astral?" no entiende para que necesita esas cosas, pero de cualquier modo ahí está en su dormitorio, llamando a su madre para preguntar cuando fue la hora exacta en la que nació para dártela.

• Con el tiempo, aprende los distintos tipos de brujas que hay, como las brujas de cocina, las brujas verdes, las brujas del caos, etc; quitando por fin la imagen de las señoras de vestidos blancos, sombreros en punta y escobas.

• El se adaptará bien a cualquiera que sea tu espacio, creelo.

[seeifitworksfirst]

my part for @marveybang 2024! i fell in love with @sal-si-puedes's concept right from the start, so im sooo excited for others to read it. here's the summary, and a little scene from it under the cut.

Exceptional Dancers

Mike is the new principal dancer at the NYC Ballet, the rising star in the tough, even brutal yet glittering, glamorous world of classical dance. Harvey is, well, Harvey - lawyer extraordinaire, the best closer this city has ever seen etc. Harvey gets dragged to the annual NYCB Gala by Louis because, years ago, Louis has already talked Harvey into becoming a sponsor for the noble cause of ballet. Until the night this story starts, Harvey has seen his regular donations as a clever and easy tax write-off and has never been an aficionado in any way, much to Louis’ chagrin. As soon as Mike enters the stage, though, that changes, and as soon as Mike steps into the Gala’s venue after the show as the celebrated guest of honor of the evening, everything else changes, too. Harvey takes Mike home with him for the night, and they’re inseparable from that moment on – or they would be if their lifestyles weren’t so different and if those two idiots in love weren’t so incredibly stubborn (and sometimes in denial as well).

[sidekick-hero]

(steddie | mature | 2k | tags: established relationship, post-s4, Valentine's Day, Robin is the best, fluff | summary: Steve loves Eddie, he really, really does. He just can't say it. | @steddielovemonth prompt Love is just a four-letter word by @sal-si-puedes | AO3)

"He probably thinks I don't love him, Robin. Which is... ridiculous. I do! I really, really do. I just can't say it." Steve is pacing around the blissfully empty Family Video Store, his hands making a mess of his hair as they run through it in frustration.

"This is so stupid. I* am* so stupid, it's just four stupid letters, even a preschooler can say it," he rambles, his eyes wild as they look at Robin. "Why am I like this, Robbie?" His voice breaks, along with his heart, at the thought of Eddie doubting Steve's feelings for him for even a second.

Robin walks over to him and grips his shoulders tightly, her blue eyes boring into his as she says in her firmest you-listen-to-me-now voice. "You're not stupid. This is my best friend you're talking about, so watch it." That earns her at least a half-smile, which counts as a victory considering Steve was already pinching his nose to hold back tears.

"I know you love him, Steve. Everyone knows it. One look at you when he's in the room, or even when you're just talking about him, is enough to know you love him. And I'm sure Eddie knows it too. He has to."

Robin's words soothe some of the fear in Steve's heart, knowing that she would tell him if she really thought he had messed up. But even though it's okay now, Eddie won't wait forever for Steve to say those three little words. No one would. Steve knows that his heart couldn't take being with Eddie, loving Eddie and telling him that, only to never hear it back from him.

"I don't know. Even if you're right, I feel like I'm losing him. That something in me is broken, and one day he'll realize that too, and then he'll leave." With an even smaller voice Steve adds: "I can't lose him, Robbie".

They don't hug very often. Robin shows her affection in many ways, but most of them aren't overly physical. That's Eddie's job, clinging to Steve like a koala most days, always touching Steve in some way, even if it's just his shoulder nudging Steve's. Robin pulling him into a tight hug now means a lot to him, but it's also a testament to the gravity of the situation.

With their arms around each other between the horror and action movie sections, Steve takes a moment to just soak in the comfort she offers. What happened at Starcourt messed them both up, caused them both more trauma than any teenager should have to deal with, but on a very selfish level, Steve can't help but be grateful that it happened. A life without Robin Buckley sounds like the greater horror to him.

After a few minutes, Robin gently pulls away from Steve to look at him. He's reluctant to let her go, even though he knows this is an even longer hug than the one she gave him when Nancy told him they weren't getting back together after defeating Vecna. She wanted to go to Boston, make a career, see the world. And Steve? Steve wanted a home, a place to belong, and someone to share that home with. They wanted different things, he realizes now.

That doesn't mean it didn't open old wounds, memories of how it felt to be rejected by her, his love for her thrown in his face like it was worthless. Bullshit.

As attuned to him and his thoughts as ever, a true testament to the fact that they share a brain cell, Robin says, "I think it's understandable that you can't say it. The last time you told someone you loved them, you were hurt, badly. Your heart is probably just trying to protect itself. Like a kid who touched a hot stove and got burned wouldn't touch another stove, you know?"

Steve nods, because in a way it makes sense. It just doesn't help him to know.

"But what am I supposed to do, Robin? It's not Eddie's fault that I'm broken."

"You, Steve Harrington, are not broken. Just a little bruised. There is nothing wrong with you just because you got hurt and have the scars to show for it. Like Max, because of the injuries to her leg, she cannot walk like she used to before Vecna, so she uses her crutch. She's not broken. Is she?"

"No, of course not. If anything, she's even stronger now, I saw her hit Lucas with the crutch and tell him to hurry up on the way to the movies," Steve says, smiling at the memory.

"See!" Robin waves her hand at him in excitement, almost bouncing with it. "All you need is a crutch!"

They look at each other wide-eyed before matching smiles break out on their faces, Robin's giddy at having found a solution, Steve's reflecting the tentative hope blossoming in his chest.

His talk with Robin certainly helped, but as Valentine's Day approaches, the fears and insecurities start to creep back in. It's not even like Eddie is giving him any indication that he's not happy with Steve or their relationship. Quite the opposite, in fact.

Eddie tells him he loves him almost every time they see each other, at the most random moments. Some days he whispers it in Steve's ear to wake him up, other days it's his way of saying good night to him with his arm around Steve's waist and his hand over Steve's heart in a protective grip. He says it casually when Steve brings him breakfast in bed or lunch to the record store where he now works. Just yesterday he said it while Steve was buried deep inside him, their hands intertwined beside Eddie's head and brown eyes looking softly up at Steve.

It's not meant to make him feel bad about himself, he knows that.

He still does.

So when he opens his front door to the sight of Eddie standing on his doorstep in his nicest jeans and a forest green button-down Steve has never seen before, clearly having put some real effort into his appearance, Steve almost crumbles.

He's a shitty boyfriend, isn't he? There's this amazing guy who goes out of his way to look nice for Steve, even though he doesn't even like Valentine's Day, just because he knows it's important to Steve. And he can't even tell him he loves him.

Some of what he's feeling must be showing on his face, because Eddie's cheerful smile falls and he hurries into the house to pull Steve into his arms, slamming the door shut with his foot.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry, I told Dustin green wasn't my color, but he insisted. I look hideous, don't I?"

That makes Steve snort wetly into Eddie's neck before muttering a fond "Idiot" into it.

Eddie just hums, obviously pleased with himself for making Steve laugh. "You can tell me. You know I don't mind getting naked for you."

"You're getting a little ahead of yourself, aren't you?"

Eddie grinned wolfishly at him. "I don't know, the tear in my Hellfire shirt from when you ripped it off me begs to differ."

Steve blushes at the memory, even as he laughs at Eddie's words. Instead of saying anything else, Steve pulls him back into his arms and Eddie goes willingly.

"Hi, baby," he says, his nose brushing behind Steve's ear.

"Hi." Steve breathes him in, the smell of cigarette smoke and his shampoo strong where his nose is buried in Eddie's hair.

They don't let go for a long time.

It's Eddie who pulls back first, and Steve does his best not to read into it. "You want to tell me what's going on?"

The Steve from before the Upside Down would have just shaken his head and told Eddie that everything was fine before pulling him into the bedroom to reassure them both that it was. Not talking about his feelings, fears, and needs might have worked for hookups, but he learned the hard way that it doesn't work when you want to be in a relationship.

So Steve takes Eddie's hand and leads him over to the couch where they both sit facing each other. They don't let go of each other's hands.

"I know you're probably wondering why I haven't told you... why I haven't said it yet."

Eddie's eyebrows disappear behind his fringe. "It?"

Sighing, Steve watches his fingers run over Eddie's knuckles. "You know. That I love you."

"Oh."

It's hard to place Eddie's tone, and even harder to place the silence that follows, but it makes his knee jiggle with nerves and his stomach churn. Usually it's Eddie who tends to fill the silence between them when it feels too big, too heavy, but today it's Steve.

"It's not because I don't want to, I swear. It's just," another frustrated sigh, the hand currently not held by Eddie's rubbing over his face, "I just can't say it. And I am so, so sorry, because you deserve to hear it. Every day. But I can't... I can't. So I understand if you don't want to do this anymore. You deserve better, Eddie. You really, really do."

Eddie lets Steve's words settle between them, aching and raw, but he never lets go of Steve's hand.

"You're right," he finally says, and the sound of Steve's heart breaking is deafening to his own ears. Pinching his nose, he tries to take his hand back from Eddie, but his boyfriend (if he can still call him that) won't budge. "You're right about me wondering, Steve. But that was before."

Looking up, a frown forming between his eyebrows, Steve asks, "Before?"

"Before I realized that you do tell me that you love me, every day. You say it when you tiptoe around the trailer in the morning to make breakfast without waking me. You tell me every time you pack an extra blanket or sweater when we go to the quarry because you know I always get cold. I hear it loud and clear every time you bring me lunch, even though it means you waste most of your own lunch break driving around town. It's in the way you try so hard to make Wayne like you because you know how much that means to me, and in the way you hold me after another nightmare, and in the way you kiss me sometimes like there's nothing in the world you'd rather be doing, without it having to lead anywhere, just because you like kissing me."

Eddie scooted forward and bridged the gap between them by taking Steve's face in his hands.

"Steve, you've been telling me you love me for months with everything except words. I don't really need them. It's just a four-letter word."

And, fuck, now Steve is crying. Eddie wipes away his tears with his thumbs, and when that's not enough, he kisses them away with his lips.

Steve is so in love with him that he has no idea how the feeling even fits in his body.

"Damn," he chuckles wetly, "that means I didn't even have to find a crutch?"

Now it's Eddie's turn to look at Steve in confusion, clearly worried that his boyfriend might have lost his mind. "What crutch? Is this a sex thing?"

Laughing and shaking his head fondly, Steve raises his free hand to his head, palm facing Eddie. Then he brings his thumb, index finger, and little finger up, keeping his ring and middle fingers down, before moving his hand back and forth slightly.

"Robin came up with this. She said if I couldn't say the words with my mouth, maybe I could say them in a different way. I thought of trying sign language," Steve adds sheepishly.

Before he knows what's happening, Eddie is on top of him, pressing him into the couch with his body weight and showering his face with kisses.

"You're so smart," kiss, "and beautiful," kiss, "and wonderful," kiss, "and I love you so much." The last part is accompanied by a lingering kiss on his lips and Steve melts under it.

Even though he obviously didn't have to tell Eddie this way, Steve is glad that he did.

He also thinks it won't be long before he can say those words, too. If anyone can help him walk without a crutch, it's Eddie.

[46snowfox]

Subaru Sakamaki Chaos Lineage Capítulo 07

[Capítulo 6]

Lugar: Mansión Violet, Pasillo

*choque de espadas*

Ayato: ¡Maldición! A este paso no acabaremos nunca.

Ayato: Es una pena que deba depender de esta cosa, pero si es para robar a Eva, entonces lo haré.

Subaru: ¿Qué va a usar…?

Subaru: ¡…! ¡Agáchate!

*explosión*

Yui: ¡Kya…! ¡¿Q-qué fue eso?!

Subaru: Una bomba. Maldita sea, ¡no puedo creer que tuviera ese as bajo su manga!

Subaru: No te quedes allí parada, ¡sal de aquí! ¡¡Antes de que lance otra bomba!!

Yui: ¡¿…?!

Yui: (¡Debo huir! ¡Pero mi cuerpo no responde…!)

Ayato: ¡Toma! ¡Aquí va otra, cómete esto!

Subaru: ¡Cuidado…!

*Subaru te cubre de la explosión*

Subaru: ¡Auch…!

Subaru: (Pude protegerla de la explosión, pero mi cuerpo…)

Yui: ¿Subaru-kun…? Perdóname Subaru-kun. ¡No me digas que me cubriste…!

Subaru: Mierda…

Yui: ¿Estás bien? ¡Estás muy herido…!

Ayato: …Tsk. ¿Aún no la palmas?

Subaru: ¡Ayato! ¡¿Acaso eres imbécil?! ¡¿Cómo se te ocurre atacar a Eva?!

Subaru: Si ella hubiera muerto, ngh…

Subaru: (¿Si ella muriera…?)

Yui: ¿Qué sucede Subaru-kun? ¿Estás bien? ¡Resiste…!

Subaru: (No, ¡eso jamás! Ella no puede morir.)

Subaru: —Ugh…

Yui: ¿Qué pasa? ¡¿Acaso te duelen tus heridas…?!

Subaru: …Ugh… N-no…

Subaru: (Ya que yo decidí que la amaría eternamente.)

Subaru: (Ella lo aceptó y entonces…)

Subaru: (¡Maldita sea! ¡¿Qué es este paisaje desconocido?! No debería resultarme familiar, pero me suena…)

Subaru: ¡Aah, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!

Yui: ¿Subaru-kun…?

Subaru: …Aah… Aah.

Subaru: …No eres Eva…

Subaru: Tu nombre no es… Eva…

Subaru: No es Eva, ¡¿verdad que no…?! ¡Yui…!

Yui: ¡…!

Subaru: Juro que a ti…

Subaru: …Solo a ti… te protegeré…

Yui: ¡¿Subaru-kun?!

Yui: Resiste Subaru-kun. ¡Por favor abre tus ojos…!

Subaru: …

Subaru: Je… No necesitas gritar tanto, puedo escucharte…

Subaru: Estoy aquí. Así que ya no llores…

Yui: ¡Sí, sí, estás aquí, Subaru-kun! Oye, antes me llamaste por mi nombre…

*explosión*

Yui: (¡¿Otra explosión?! Pero esta vez vino desde donde está Ayato-kun…)

Subaru: ¡Maldición! Estas pisadas… ¿Acaso los enemigos se han reunido?

Subaru: ¡Yo no puedo moverme, así que al menos tú debes alejarte de aquí…!

Yui: ¡No, no me pidas eso! ¡No puedo abandonarte…!

???: Así es, los necesitamos juntos.

Yui: (¡¿El enemigo ya llegó…?! Pero esa voz es de…)

Subaru: Kou…

Kou: ¡Bingo! ¡Acertaron! ¡Kou-kun ha venido a salvarlos!

Kou: ¿Estás bien, Subaru-kun?

Laito: ¿Eh? Subaru-kun está colapsado y cubierto de sangre, es una vista poco común.

Azusa: Lamento haber… tardado. Me alegro de haber llegado a tiempo… Pero están heridos…

Yui: Acabó así por protegerme del ataque de Ayatao-kun… Por cierto, ¡¿y Ayato-kun?!

Kou: Ah, Ayato-kun se desmayó tras recibir nuestra bomba… pero ya se levantó.

*sonido de escombros*

Ayato: ¡Mierda…! ¡No me jodan!

Laito: Wow, que resistente es.

Azusa: Laito y yo lo detendremos… Kou, llévate a Subaru…

Kou: Sí, entendido. Eva, ¿cuál es el estado de Subaru-kun?

Yui: Subaru-kun me protegió. Estaba consciente hasta hace unos minutos, pero parece que se desmayó…

Subaru: …

Kou: Ya veo… estas heridas pueden ser peligrosas hasta para él.

Yui: No puede ser…

Kou: Como sea, ¡escapemos mientras Azusa-kun y Laito-kun frenan a Ayato-kun!

Yui: ¡Pero Subaru-kun…!

Kou: ¡Tranquila, yo lo cargaré!

Kou: Si lo cargo como princesa… Subaru-kun se enojaría.

Kou: ¡Así que será a caballito para poder correr! ¿Puedes correr Eva?

Yui: ¡Sí! ¡Gracias, Kou-kun!

Monólogo:

“Los miembros de la familia Orange invadieron la mansión Violet—.

Para secuestrarme a mí, a [Eva].

Jamás olvidaré las siluetas de Subaru-kun y Ayato-kun. Esa no fue una riña entre hermanos, ambos atacaban al otro como si fueran desconocidos.

Gracias a que Kou-kun llegó a nuestro auxilio fuimos capaces de llevar a un inconsciente Subaru-kun hasta su habitación.

Tras eso, gracias a los esfuerzos de Carla-san, Laito-kun y Azusa-kun los Orange acabaron siendo expulsados.

La paz y tranquilidad ha regresado a la mansión Violet, sin embargo, desde aquel entonces que Subaru-kun se ha encontrado sumergido en un profundo sueño sin señales de que vaya a despertar.”

Lugar: Mansión Violet, habitación de Subaru

Yui: (Los chicos dijeron que no eran heridas mortales, pero Subaru-kun sigue sin despertar.)

Yui: (¿Qué haré si nunca vuelve a abrir sus ojos?)

Yui: (…Es mi culpa. Es porque lo retuve.)

Yui: (Si Subaru-kun no hubiera peleado mientras me protegía, estoy segura de que no habría acabado tan malherido.)

Yui: Perdóname Subaru-kun.

Yui: Todo esto es mi culpa, de verdad lo siento.

Yui: …Además, si hubiera intentado explicarle a los demás sobre nuestra situación actual.

Yui: Es probable que no hubieran tenido que pelear.

Yui: Lo siento, si hubiera sido más proactiva, si tan solo hubiera buscado una forma de regresar a casa…

Yui: La mano de Subaru-kun es tan grande… Esta es la mano que me protegió.

Yui: No solo desde que llegamos a este lugar, sino que desde mucho antes.

Subaru: …

Yui: (Su mano… ¡La mano que sostengo acaba de moverse un poco!)

Yui: Subaru-kun, ¿acaso puedes escucharme?

Yui: Oye, Subaru-kun…

Subaru: …Nn…

Subaru: Que ruidosa eres… No necesitas llamarme tantas veces, puedo escucharte.

Yui: ¡Subaru-kun! ¡Despertaste!

Yui: ¡Gracias a Dios…! ¡Me alegro de que hayas recuperado la conciencia!

Subaru: Rayos, no llores.

Subaru: Ya te lo dije antes, los vampiros no morirían por algo como esto.

Yui: ¿Antes…?

Yui: (No fue algo que me dijera en este lugar, ¿verdad?)

Yui: Ahora que recuerdo, cuando me cubriste, dijiste mi nombre, ¿no…?

Yui: En aquel momento estaba en estado de shock y pensé que fue mi imaginación.

Subaru: No fue tu imaginación, Yui.

Subaru: …Perdóname por haberte olvidado.

Yui: ¡Subaru-kun…!

Subaru: Parece que el resto no se ha dado cuenta de esta anomalía.

Subaru: Debes de haberte sentido desolada. Lamento haberte dejado sola.

Estaba muy nerviosa. ♟

No te disculpes. ♙

Estaba muy nerviosa:

Yui: Sí… Me comían los nervios al no saber qué pasaría.

Subaru: Me lo imagino. De verdad lo siento…

Yui: Pero ahora que has recobrado tus memorias al fin estoy tranquila.

Yui: Porque ya no tendré que pensar en esta situación yo sola.

Yui: Ya no estaré sola. Eso me basta para relajarme.

Yui: Además, ahora que has recuperado tus recuerdos… finalmente me vuelves a tratar como a tu novia y eso me hace muy feliz.

Subaru: …Yo también me siento satisfecho.

Subaru: Cuando mis recuerdos estaban alterados me sacaba de quicio que el resto fuera tras de ti.

No te disculpes:

Yui: Por favor no te disculpes, Subaru-kun.

Yui: No tengo ni la menor idea de por qué nos está pasando esto.

Yui: Pero sé que no has hecho nada malo, es más, me protegiste.

Subaru: …Pero si no me disculpo no me sentiré satisfecho.

Yui: Típico de ti.

Subaru: Me saca de quicio no haber podido estar a tu lado cuando estabas sufriendo.

Subaru: Estoy enfadado conmigo mismo por permitirme perder mis recuerdos.

Fin de las opciones

 Yui: Ya no estaré sola. Eso me basta para relajarme.

Yui: Además, ahora que has recuperado tus recuerdos… finalmente me vuelves a tratar como a tu novia y eso me hace muy feliz.

Subaru: …Yo también me siento en paz.

Subaru: Cuando mis recuerdos estaban alterados me sacaba de quicio que el resto fuera tras de ti.

Subaru: Pero era normal, en algún lugar de mi ser recordaba que no querían que te apartaran de mí.

Subaru: Tú eres mía. ¿Verdad?

Yui: …Sí, así es.

Yui: Fufu… Siento que han pasado siglos desde que me abrazabas.

Yui: Estoy tan feliz que mi corazón no deja de latir.

Subaru: No digas eso… vas a seducirme y no me haré responsable de lo que haga.

Yui: Pues no lo hagas… En este momento quiero estar a tu lado. Estuve mucho tiempo sola.

Subaru: …Sí, tienes razón.

Yui: (Subaru-kun… me está abrazando con tantas fuerzas que siento que no podré respirar.)

Yui: (Es como si intentara compensar la soledad que pasé.)

Yui: (Estoy segura de que se siente arrepentido por pasar tanto tiempo sin recordar nada.)

Yui: (Ese es el amable Subaru-kun al que tanto amo.)

Subaru: Oye Yui.

Yui: ¿…Dime?

Subaru: Déjame succionar tu sangre. Te haré sentir un placer descomunal para compensar el tiempo que te dejé sola.

Subaru: Por eso, ¿puedo?

Yui: …Sí, puedes.

Yui: Yo también quiero que bebas mi sangre. Si lo haces es posible que tus heridas se curen más rápido.

Subaru: Sí, puede ser.

Subaru: Succionaré desde tu cuello. Hueles muy dulce, no podré contenerme… Nn.

Yui: …Aah.

Subaru:  Nn… Nn, ngh…

Yui: (Está… succionando mi sangre…)

[Si tocas las flores:

Brazo de Subaru: ¿Tan bien se siente? Entonces sostente firme para no caerte.

Hombro de Yui: Yo también me siento genial. Puedo sentir tu goce y es irresistible.]

Yui: (Está succionando con una suavidad incomparable a la de las veces anteriores…)

Subaru: Aah… Je, ¿qué tal? ¿Cómo se sienten mis colmillos tras tanto tiempo? ¿Se siente bien?

Yui: Sí, se siente bien…

Subaru: Entonces sigue gozándolo. Apenas he empezado. Y tengo que compensarte un montón.

Subaru: Aah, nn… Nn…

Yui: ¡Aah…!

Yui: (Es intenso, pero sé que igualmente es cuidadoso conmigo.)

Yui: (Es como si chupara la soledad y ansiedad que he sentido hasta ahora junto con mi sangre.)

Yui: (¡Subaru-kun, Subaru-kun…!)

Yui: (¡De verdad me alegra que finalmente hayas regresado, Subaru-kun!)

[Capítulo 8]

[Masterpost]

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[fuckyeahmexico]

Acapulco necesita muchísima ayuda. Tras el paso del huracán Otis, el famoso paraíso guerrerense quedó terriblemente afectado. No hace falta que salgas de la CDMX para apoyarlos. En diferentes puntos de la capital se han montado centros de acopio que estarán recibiendo productos y víveres.

Eso no es todo, aquellos animales que viven en refugios, también merecen recibir ‘una patita’ de ayuda. Aquí te decimos cómo puedes aportar y dónde.

Centros de acopio en CDMX para ayudar a Acapulco

1. La Universidad Nacional Autónoma de México (UNAM), anunció que abrió un par de centros de acopio a partir del mediodía de hoy, jueves 26 de octubre. Están ubicados al lado de las astas bandera del Estadio Olímpico Universitario y en el Centro Cultural Universitario Tlatelolco.

2. En horas recientes fue creado el perfil de Instagram @hazelbienxaca por la activista Saskia Niño de Rivera. La iniciativa destinada a reunir víveres tanto para personas como para mascotas damnificadas del puerto. El centro de acopio está en la calle Sierra Gorda 495, Lomas de Chapultepec, alcaldía Miguel Hidalgo. De 8:00 a.m. a 6:00 p.m.

3. El restaurante ‘Degú, cocina de casa’, también ha instalado un centro de acopio. Estarán reuniendo víveres en la calle Huichapan 25, en la Condesa, muy cerca del Parque España. Enviarán un camión a Acapulco con todo lo reunido el día 3 de noviembre. Más información en su Instagram: @degu.cocinadecasa.

4. Atma Yoga, estudio con 2 sucursales en CDMX, también se unió a Degú e instaló centros de acopio, ubicados en la calle Yucatán 69, colonia Roma Norte y calle Goldsmith 38, en Polanco.

Por su parte, la Cruz Roja Mexicana anunció que en las instalaciones de la Sede Nacional recibirán productos para los afectados. Se localiza en la calle Juan Luis Vives 200, Colonia Los Morales Polanco, alcaldía Miguel Hidalgo. Todos los días de 8:00 a.m. a 8:00 p.m.

Lee también: Huracán “Otis” afectó 80% de hoteles en Acapulco, reporta la gobernadora de Guerrero

¿Qué cosas debo llevar a los centros de acopio?

Aunque toda ayuda sirve, es recomendable primero revisar comunicados o redes sociales de los centros de acopio para tener conocimiento de los artículos que recibirán o que son de primera necesidad. En general, se está recolectando lo siguiente:

Para el hogar: escobas, cubetas, cloro, jabón en polvo, guantes de plástico, fibra, cepillo tipo plancha, limpiador para pisos, jalador, recogedor, franelas y jergas.

Alimentos: aceite, arroz, frijol, lenteja, azúcar, sal, agua embotellada, leche en polvo; enlatados como atún/sardinas, café soluble, chiles, mayonesa y mermelada; en sobres como sopas de pasta, cubos de consomé, harina para atole y chocolate en polvo.

Higiene personal: rollos de papel higiénico, jabón de barra, pasta dental, toallas femeninas, zacate, toallas húmedas, desodorante, pañales, rastrillos, peines, cepillos dentales y toallas faciales.

Artículos de primeros auxilios: gasas, vendas, suero, agua oxigenada, alcohol, desinfectantes de heridas, gel antibacterial.

Herramientas: carretillas, barretas, palas y picos.

Ropa en buen estado.

Cobijas.

Ayuda a un refugio de Animales en Acapulco

Porque los seres humanos no fueron los únicos que vivieron el devastador paso de Otis. Cientos de perros, gatos y demás animales también severamente afectados, por lo que ellos también necesitan ayuda.

La organización comunitaria ‘Patitas Felices Acapulco’ se encarga de proteger y salvaguardar a animalitos en situaciones vulnerables en su refugio temporal. Ahora, están pidiendo ayuda para poder comprar alimento para las mascotas y para poder reparar los daños de su refugio.

Si deseas ayudar, puedes hacer un donativo a las siguientes cuentas, a nombre de Elsa Cristina Salgado Gama:

Spin de Oxxo: 4217 4700 4909 3640.

Banamex: 5256 7833 6571 9690.

Clabe interbancaria: 0022 6190 3723 2878 82.

Fuente: El Universal

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Yandere Satoru Gojo: Abre la Puerta(TRADUCCION)

-"knock knock"-

Lector@ habia entrado con prisa a su departamento, después de haber corrido por manzanas enteras, esquivando personas y mirando constantemente detrás de ell@ desde que habia logrado salir de la casa de Gojo. al aue estaban seguro habia quedado inconsciente por el sello que habia logrado ponerle.

pero en cuanto escucho esas palabras al cerrar la puerta, supo que tenia qué correr otra vez.

y lo hizo.

-"siento haber entrado por tu ventana! horribles modales, pero sabes como soy~"- lo escucharon hablar mientras huia inútilmente a su cuarto casi vacio, ya que la mayoria de sus cosas estaban en la casa de Gojo, cerraron la puerta y se dirigieron al primer lugar que les vino a la mente--

el closet.

si no puedes contra el, al menos entretenlo para que no te mate. penso.

Satoru se dirijio sin prisa hacia el cuarto de su pareja, viendole sin problema atravez de la venda. no sentia miedo, nisiquiera estaba un poco preocupado, sabia que no podia huir de el. mucho menos ahora.

aunque lo admitia, verlos intentarlo aún sabiendo lo futil que es era bastante divertido, mirale, cosita bonita, pensando que tiene una oportunidad, escondido en el closet como un niño asustado ¡pero no hay nada de qué preocuparse! el esta aqui después de todo.

-"ahora ahora, (lector@) ¿porque no sales por las buenas y vamos a casa? debes tener hambre después de haber corrido tanto."-

-"¡ALEJATE DE MI, LA ALARMA DEL DEPARTAMENTO SONO Y VENDRÁ LA POLICÍA!"-

"-nos abremos ido para entonces...¡vamos! ¡tuviste tu momento de "libertad"! sal y nos olvidaremos de esto--"-"porque?"- (lector@) corto abruptamente a Satoru, sorprendiendolo, pero no mas que su pregunta.

-"¿porque que?....no, espera, se lo que te refieres"-

Satoru nunca entendio muchas de las acciones de su pareja. el sentimiento era mutuo.

¿porque rechazaba su afecto?¿porque no veia que hacia todo esto por ell@?¿porque no solo acepta que esta destinad@ a ser suyo?

...¿porque Satoru le estaba haciendo esto?

-" estoy destiando a ser tuyo y tu a ser MI@...¡soy todo lo que necesitas!"-

Satoru se extraño un poco al no recibir respuesta después de eso. por lo que siguió hablando, esperando una reaccion o mínimo, que se hartaran de lo que decia y le respondieran. Dándoles la espalda mientras se sentaba en el piso.

-"FINALMENTE conoci a alguien que me da este tipo de emociones..incluso si esto no te gusta NO ME VOY A RENDIR CONTIGO"- Satoru esperaba aunque sea escuchar un sollozo de parte de (lector@) pero lo recibio de nuevo el silencio del pasillo..

-"¡tu SABIAS que no podia vivir sin ti! TU me forzaste a hacer esto! no puedo hacerlo solo! ¿porque te es tan DIFÍCIL aceptarme?"- Satoru dijo mientras se volteaba bruscamente, perdiendo su paciencia.

pero entonces el noto algo que le hizo sentir una sensación extraña en su estómago, al ver que atravez de la puerta del armario, la temperatura corporal de (lecto@r) estaba disminuyendo..

NO..

-"¡(LECTOR@)!- abre la- abre la puerta porfavor! (LECTOR@)! abre la puerta!"-

-"(LECTOR@) ¿podemos olvidar que paso esto y vovler a casa?¿podes decir algo..?"- Satoru estaba frente a las puertas del closet, con sus manos temblando mientras trataba de que (Lector@) le respondiera sin éxito. podia ver que estaban ahi pero algo andaba muy mal..

-"(LECTOR)¡ESTAS ASUSTADO!¡LO ENTENDI!¡AHORA DEJATE DE TRUCOS Y ABRE LA PUTA PUERTA!"- Satoru se paro de su pocision de rodillas y se preparo en caso de que (lector@) se moviera. no lo hizo.

-"!(LECTOR@) NO ME HAGAS ENTRAR AHI!¡¡VOY A CONTAR HASTA 3!!--

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¡A LA MIERDA!"-

Satoru nisiquiera tuvo que mover un musculo para que la puerta del closet se hiciera pedazos frente a el, dejando a (lector@) expuesto.

-"¡SE ACABARON LOS JUEGOS!"-

(Lector@) se había puesto un cinturón alrededor del cuello lo más apretado posible para intentar suicidarse.

Por suerte o por desgracia, Satoru rompió el cinturón. Estaba prácticamente inconsciente, apenas respiraba, pero estaba bien. Iba a estar bien.

Satoru sintio como ese sentimiento extraño desaparecia y llegaba a el una sensación suave, al verle tan indefens@, estiró su mano y le acaricio la mejilla con cariño.

ay...que susto le dio... definitivamente ahora tendra que cuidarle mas. talvez pasar mas tiempo con ell@ y asi no se sientan mal, especialmente después de esto, lo van a necesitar.