#she's a perdedor.

[fairlyang]

El perdedor 🕷️

finding your ex at the club

w/c: 2.7K

pairing: ex!miguel x latina!reader

tags: rebound, dancing, a lil gay if you squint, shaking ass, jealousy, delulu ex, slowly folding

notes: i posted this shit back in june and when I was reposting everything I really didn’t wanna repost this one but I think there’s more latinas here entonces para ustedes mis amores <3 (only thing I changed from this was the pov bc it was so bad LMAO but it was my 4th fic of mig)

You roll your eyes at your new fling's friend after making a nasty joke of a girl who just walked past you. He takes notice and tells you to stop being so uptight. "Then stop being such a dick." You say and he snorts.

You roll your eyes and look away from him. Having to deal with this bullshit just for some mediocre dick with alright dirty talk? Probably one of my worst decisions to date.

Next to breaking up with Miguel.... But your ego will never let you admit that you miss him and his won't either, clearly since it's been two months. But you couldn't wait around to find out so you’ve been fooling around a bit. Nothing serious since you’re not in the right headspace for that and Daniel knows that. Just here for the drinks, alright sex, and decent conversations.

You’re in line to get into a club but as it's almost midnight it's the hot hour of everyone wanting to get wasted. "Why can't we go to another club? This line is so fucking long-" a girl from fling's friend group asks.

"This is the only one with incredible strippe-"

You groan and shake your head. "Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"It's none of your business actua-"

"You two didn't break up though, Y/n kinda has a point....." Daniel speaks up and he pretends to cry.

"Whah whah- so what? She thinks she can still be friends with her ex while being with me? Then I'll just have my own fun." He says with a smirk and you have the most disgusted look on your face ever.

The other girl does as well and just shakes her head. The lines finally starts moving and at a fast pace actually until it stops with the people in front of you showing the bouncers their ids. You get your out from your bra making the annoying asshole smirk. "Fuck off."

He holds up his hands in defense and Daniel moves to stand next to you. "Soon as we're in there he's gonna be out of our hands alright?" He whispers and you just nod.

The people in front of you finally show them and you step forward. You give it to the bouncer to the left and he looks at it and feels it for a few seconds before handing it back and nods. You move forward, putting it in your phone case, and wait for Daniel to get his checked and you step into the first set of doors. You both wait for the other two and you can instantly smell all the sweat and alcohol. Amazing.

They both finally join you and walk ahead of you, not caring you guys waited. You give Daniel a look and he shrugs. Asshole goes straight to where there are indeed strippers and home girl was nowhere to be seen. That was fast.

"So drinks?" Daniel asks and you nod following him to the main bar.

You walk through people just standing around by booths and table and other who are just making out. You make it to the bar and Daniel says something you can't hear because of the loud techno with pop music. The bartender takes out two shot glasses and fills them to the very top. Daniel picks them both up and gives you yours.

You raise it up and bring it to your mouth and swallow it fast. You gag a little and he laughs. "You fine with just one?"

"For now yeah I think." You say and put the glass back on the counter nodding to the bartender.

You turn back around and watch as Daniel is looking over at a booth almost near the entrance. How can he even see that far.....

You squint but know you have fucked up eye sight so you just stop. "Oh shit- wait here I think I just recognized someone-" he says and starts walking away.

You blink and call out after him, "you're leaving me like that??"

"I'll make it up to you." He turns to look at you then walks away making you roll your eyes. The audacity.

You let out a sigh and shake your head. Dickhead. You turn back to the bar and take a seat. "Another shot please and can you put it on my friend's tab?" You ask with a slight smirk.

He laughs and nods taking out a clean shot glass and once again filling it to the brim. You smile and grab it, then swallow it faster than the first. You don't gag too bad this time and put the glass down. Then your head snaps to the speakers within hearing one singular second of Gasolina by daddy yankee.

You make your way to the dance floor and move in towards the middle where there's a group of girls just dancing with each other. You smile and just dance next to them when one of them grabs your hand and dances with you. You laugh and move your hips to the beat while singing the lyrics with the other girls. All the girls are dancing with each other and taking turns with each other.

You ended up swapping places with another girl and she had the brightest smile while shaking her ass a bit on you. Which was fine because who doesn't like dancing and shaking ass with the girlies to this song?

Zúmbale mambo pa' que mi gata prenda lo' motore'

Zúmbale mambo pa' que mi gata prenda lo' motore'

Zúmbale mambo pa' que mi gata prenda lo' motore'

Que se preparen que lo que viene es pa' que le den (duro)

The first girl you were with found you again and stands in front of you and grinds against you to the beat. You held her hips and she grabs your other hand to hold it. So cute.

You switch off with her, dancing on her then shaking a bit of ass on her, and she hypes you up, screaming and smacking it playfully. You turn around and start laughing which makes her do so as well. "Girl give me your number immediately!!" She screams and you nod as she passes me her phone.

"I love making new girlfriends cuando sale gasolina. Todas las hermosas salen y se tan divertido!" She screams and you nod. (I love making new girlfriends when gasolina plays. All the gorgeous girls come out and it's so much fun!)

"Rally up all the baddies with just one song." You scream back and she laughs.

"I'm Y/n by the way!"

"I'm Rosa! I gotta go but we should do this again!! You're an incredible dancing partner!" She exclaims and you grin.

"Anytime!!" You say and wave goodbye as she leaves.

You dance to the beat of the chorus of Perra by tokischa with the leftover girlies as you all scream the lyrics and one girl even got on all floors and crawled her way to her friend. You all screamed and you just burst out laughing until your stomach starts hurting and you have to stop to breathe.

Then you hear El Perdedor by Maluma start playing and you get excited because you love singing it.

Baby (¿Pa' qué me estás llamando?)

"Pa que me estás llamando???" You scream with the two other girls that were left from the little circle.

Dime si es verdad que él te trae loca

(Y ¿ahora es que te importa?) ¿Ah si?

You sing the lyrics but notice the girls already left so there's no more circle or a triangle and now you’re just surrounded by couples. Unfortunate.

Aún no lo creo, que en tan poco tiempo y ya besas otra boca

(De mala) ¿Qué?

You listen to the lyrics and widen your eyes. Seems a little too close to home....

Dime cuál fue mi error

Si mi único delito solo fue amarte

Hoy soy el perdedor (Bebé, no)

Él me ha robado el truco para enamorarte

You feel a pit in your stomach suddenly unsure of what it is until you feel a person's presence standing behind you. Their hands grabs your hips bringing you closer to them and you widen your eyes.

Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira

No puedo negarte, los celos me están matando

They move your hair from the left side of your face and sing the lyrics to you. oh shit-

Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras

Me parte el alma no volver a verte

"Al fin me toca verte...." He whispers directly in your ear leaving shivers down your spine and arms. (Finally I get to see you)

Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira

Sabes que no hay nadie como yo

Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras

No te engañes, no me olvidarás

"I know for you it isn't a lie... and have you told your new man you haven't forgotten about me?" He whispers as those lines play, leaving the lightest kisses below your ear. You pull away slightly pushing him off and turn to look at him.

Está claro que tú mereces alguien mejor

"And you're gonna tell me I deserve better than you?" You ask with a scoff staring right at Miguel O'hara's eyes making him smirk.

No sé en qué fallé, pero no hay otro como yo

Oye ma', dame otra oportunidad

Bien sabes no soy así, solo tú me haces rogar

Mirándome al espejo y peleando con mi ego

Si entre más me alejo, más te pienso

"There's no better than me sweetheart. But you really are the only one I'll ever beg for..." he says his hands slipping to your waist and bringing you as close to him as as possible.

"And I have been fighting my ego trying not to contact you...." he says and you can't believe he's just repeating the lyrics for you and them making complete sense to your situation.

Dime cuál fue mi error

Si mi único delito solo fue amarte

Hoy soy el perdedor

Él me ha robado el truco para enamorarte

He whispers the lyrics softly to you then gets kind of annoyed at the last line making you snort.

Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira

No puedo negarte, los celos me están matando

Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras

Me parte el alma no volver a verte

"You have no fucking idea how badly the jealousy has been eating me alive..." he growls and you bite your lip.

"So did you tell him about me?" He asks with a smirk on his face.

Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira

Sabes que no hay nadie como yo

Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras

No te engañes, no me olvidarás

"Don't be st-stupid-" you say, not even able to keep a straight face or manage to keep the eye contact.

He scoffs and lifts your chin with two fingers to look up at him. Jesus.

Y si te da la gana de volver a verme

Estaré disponible para contestarte

Y yo sé que, por tu parte, no sientes rencores

Quizás mañana vuelvas pa' que te enamore (More')

"I'm actually not sure if you regret it.. but I know deep down you do." He says and you bite your tongue.

"Y envés de mañana," he whispers and moves his face to leave wet kisses on your neck, "tal ves quieres que te enamores de mi otra ves, ahorita mismo." (And instead of tomorrow, maybe you want to fall in love with me again, right now.)

Cuando tomábamos, lo hacíamos

Fumábamos, y reíamos

Éramos dos locos sin saber pa' dónde íbamos

Pero son cosas del destino

Al pasar el tiempo, tú cogiste tu camino

"E-estas loco- no ha- no hables tonterías." You say as your breathing is suddenly all over the place. (Y-you're crazy- don't ta- don't talk nonsense)

He comes up and nibbles on your ear, his hands dangerously near your ass while yours are on his chest. 

Está claro que tú mereces alguien mejor

No sé en qué fallé, pero no hay otro como yo

Dime cuál fue mi error

Si mi único delito solo fue amarte

"Pues porque te pones tan nerviosa?" He whispers and you sigh. (Then why are you getting so nervous)

You feel like you can't even move but you’re not going to admit shit- you can't break that fucking easily.

Hoy soy el perdedor

Él me ha robado el truco para enamorarte

"Porque creo... que yo voy a ser el ganador. Ahora dime en donde está tu otro galán?" He pulls away and looks deep into your eyes. Fuck. (Because I think... that I'm going to be the winner. Now tell me where's your other hunk?)

"Just abandoned my ass- wait- MIGUEL- did you do something to him?!?" You mutter.

Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira

No puedo negarte, los celos me están matando

Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras

Me parte el alma no volver a verte

"I'll answer your question if you tell me you love me." He says with a smirk making you groan.

"Miguel I'm not doing this shit with you right now-" you say trying to wiggle out of his grasp fast which you successfully do now trying your best to leave the dance floor.

But he catches up to you, grabs your arm and brings you close to him. Your back against his chest, your ass on his crotch. You bite your lip and shake your head. "Por que apenas vienes a encontrarme?" You look up at him and ask. (Why are you barely coming to find me?)

Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira

Sabes que no hay nadie como yo

Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras

Que por mí suspiras, que no, que no, que no

Yo', baby

(Solo fue amarte) Y te hablo claro

He shifts uncomfortably for a second and looks around. "I haven't even been in our universe since the break up love...."

You turn to face him and widen your eyes. "Did something happen?" I ask with a worried expression.

¿Sabes qué?

Él no te hace el amor

No te trata bien

Y que yo fui el primero en tu vida

"I'm not telling you any more. I-I just didn't want to put your life at risk- and well I still don't." He says but it doesn't stop your heart beat from calming down.

"Y-you- can we leave?" You ask and he quickly nods. You hold onto his arm while you try to move past the crowds of people and to the exit.

You walk past the booths by the entrance and Danny was actually there- taking shots off some girl's tits. You roll your eyes and make a mental note to block his ass on everything. "So you really didn't do shit to him...." you mutter and he scoffs.

"You actually thought I did?" He responds sarcastically.

"You're insufferable." You say shaking your head trying to hide your smile.

You walk out the doors and you sigh. He takes the lead in walking you a couple blocks before he pulls up to an alleyway and you furrow your brows. He then makes sure no one is near and pushed a button on his watch so his suit can appear onto his skin. "Really? Instead of an Uber?" You tease and he rolls his eyes.

"Es más fácil." He says and motioning for you to step forward. (It’s easier)

"Claro! Lo que digas codo." You say laughing and holding onto him. (Of course! Whatever you say cheap-stake)

"Jump."

You do so and he suddenly has your legs wrapped around his waist by the side. "You know the drill cariño."

You nod and wrap your arms tightly around his neck. He swings you out and we're high up in the city. All the lights made the city look even prettier especially from up here. Though you never got use to it, the first few times you threw up after. You laugh at the memory and lean your head against his shoulder. You hear him sigh and you do so as well. You’ve missed him.

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translations (lazy to drag em up)

Baby! (Why are you calling me?)

Tell me if it's true that he makes you crazy

(And what's important to you?)

I still can't believe that after such little time you're already kissing someone else

What the hell?

Tell me where I messed up

If my only error was loving you

Today I'm the loser

They've stolen my trick to make you fall in love

And tell me that you love me even if it's a lie

I can't deny you, this jealousy is killing me

And tell it to his face that you still breathe for me

My heart is splitting in two and I won't ever see you again

and tell me that you love me even if it's a lie

You can already see there is no one like me

and tell it to his face that you still breathe for me

Don't trick yourself, you know you won't ever forget me

It's clear that you deserve someone better

I don't know where I messed up but there is no one like me

Listen babe, give me another opportunity you know I'm not like this...you're the only one who can make me beg like this

Looking at myself in the mirror and fighting with my ego the further I get from you the more I think of you

Tell me where I messed up

If my only error was loving you

Today I'm the loser

They've stolen my trick to make you fall in love

And tell me that you love me even if it's a lie

I can't deny you, this jealousy is killing me

And tell it to his face that you still breathe for me

My heart is splitting in two and I won't ever see you again

And tell me that you love me even if it's a lie

You can already see that there isn't anyone like me

and tell it to his face, that you still breathe for me

Don't trick yourself, you won't ever forget me

and if that makes you want to come back to me

I'll be waiting to answer you

I know that for your part you don't feel any resentment

Maybe tomorrow you'll be back to fall in love

When we used to drink we smashed, we filmed it, and we watched it

We were two crazy people not knowing where we were going

But that is talking about destiny

As time went on you chose your path

It's clear that you deserve someone better

I don't know where I messed up

But there isn't anyone like me

Tell me what my mistake was

If my only error was to love you

Today I'm the loser

They've stolen the trick to make you fall in love

And tell me that you love me even if it is a lie

I can't deny you, the jealous is killing me

and tell it to his face, that you're still breathing for me

My heart is splitting in to, I won't ever see you again

and tell me that you love me even if it's a lie

You can already see that there is no one like me

and tell it to his face that you're still breathing for me

Because of my breaths, you're not, you're not

And you know what?

He doesn't make love to you, he doesn't treat you right, and I was the first man in your life

[nordschleifes]

charlie whitlam is starting to enjoy her work again. after a whole career built at mclaren, the engineer accepts a new challenge at aston martin, as a race engineer for sebastian vettel. everything seems perfect, until the german decides to retire and has his replacement announced: simply fernando alonso, her greatest nightmare.

charlie and fernando's story dates back to his second stint at mclaren, when a terrible car and rude comments by the driver during a debrief in montreal almost caused her to resign. however, eight years have passed since that day and she is determined not to let fernando enter her mind, which may be a more difficult task than she imagined.

➝ malamente

charlie is uneasy about the start of her second year with aston martin, as she has to deal with her new colleague, who is still the same asshole he’s always been.

➝ moscow mule

after two intense days, fernando decides to take his racing team to a tapas bar. charlie considers staying at the hotel, but something tells her that if she doesn’t go, she might seem unfriendly. little does she know that that night will show her a completely different side of fernando.

➝ igual que ayer

amr23 testing in bahrain does not go as planned as electronic and mechanical problems bring back ghosts from mclaren-honda days.

➝ algo me gusta de ti

after a choice that ends fernando’s chances of a better position for the race on sunday, charlie is confronted by the driver. however, the discussion ends in a way she didn’t expect.

➝ inevitable

trapped in imola after the torrential rains in the region, charlie and fernando are forced to cooperate with each other. however, what was supposed to be just one night in a tiny hotel in the city center becomes their moment of reckoning. and it only has one bed.

➝ tuya

charlie and fernando’s relationship evolves quickly over the months, transforming what was anger and resentment into something much sweeter and, in a way, complex. a good topic for a therapy session.

➝ el perdedor

when that fateful day in montreal is repeated in belgium, charlie is sure that the fairy tale with fernando has come to an end. she just didn’t expect that she hadn’t been the biggest loser that afternoon.

➝ una noche sin pensar

we all have a legacy. and charlie is sure that she is destined to keep fernando’s.

➝ mienteme

on the other side of the world, charlie comes to the conclusion that they have gone too far. and now, she wants to go back.

➝ dile a él

when charlie knocked on the door of her grandparents’ house, she expected a welcome (and a plate of roast), especially after what happened with fernando. however, she is faced with the reality of facing her own feelings about him and about herself.

➝ que me paso?

fernando is heartbroken. but the show must go on.

➝ noche fria

a bet puts charlie and fernando’s entire future at risk.

➝ juro que

love is always the best medicine, and charlie is willing to give fernando all the doses he needs to recover.

➝ promesa

charlie feels completely out of place in oviedo, following fernando’s first weeks of recovery. however, he makes sure she feels completely at home.

➝ epilogo

when the nature of their relationship is revealed to the world, fernando and charlie end up having a serious conversation about the direction they want to take.

[nightendale]

The killing moon part 1 | natalie scatorccio x reader (Yellowjackets)

Master list

Words 6k

Chapter one “I heard a rumour, what have you done to her”

"Gabriella you've got work on your footing" She can hear him, she can always hear him, he stays in the back of her mind as a constant reminder that no matter what she wasn't what he had planned for his life, she knew from birth she was a series of supposed to bes', second bests, she was supposed to be born a boy, a mistake made by one of the doctors who didn't look close enough, she was supposed to be an Olympian in the making, for god sake, her father was a soccer coach it was in her genes, but no matter how many things her father had planned for her she always fell second best a constant reminder of what should've been.

Gabriella knew from a young age that she was never going to live up to what her father wanted, but she tried god she tried. She was so selfish for his love, so selfish and so desperate which is why when her father shows praise for another girl on her team, a girl Gabriella hasn't bothered to even get the name of, she feels it, the thing she's felt her whole life and knows she has to get his attention any attention, bad, good anything she needed it, that mindset alone was dangerous but the fact that she had now made eye contact with the stick poking out of the ground was more.

"She's bleeding"

"COACH SHES BLEEDING"

"Gabriella's bleeding"

Gabriella laid on the ground smiling up as everything around her moved at fast paces, she knew she was selfish, how couldn't she be in a life like this when acting selfishly is the only way to receive love.

"JACKIE" a teammate had shouted from somewhere on the grass making Gabriella look towards the girl whose name was being yelled, the Yellowjackets, her father's greatest accomplishment, were currently playing their last game of the season, the game that was the deciding factor of whether or not the Martinez house was going to be silent or boastful. The game so far didn't look too good, the teams coming up on a tie, that's until Gabriella watches as the ball shoots right at Jackie's head bouncing off and landing right into the goal.

For a second it is silent, the realisation of what just happened slowly hitting everyone.

Then it goes.

"WERE GOING TO NATIONALS BITCHES"  a scream is heard.

Then a circle forms, and someone's hand grabs Gabriella's wrist and drags her into it as well, she stumbles clashing against her other teammates but no one notices or cares, they're too busy jumping.

"BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ" The girls are cheering and laughing so hard that Gabriella can't help but join in, they're going to nationals.

-

"That was a good game, Gabriella," her dad starts and before she can even get happy at the acknowledgment, "but you still gotta work on that left foot of yours" It comes crashing down again, she knows he isn't saying this to be hurtful, lord knows he's said worse, and at this point, she doesn't take his cruel words to heart anymore, the desperation for her father's affection whilst still strong, doesn't crumble her world as much as it used to, at least not since the incident.

Gabriella acknowledges what her father says worth a grumble, then turning to stare at the window, she wonders what it would be like living a life that doesn't feel like a battle for approval, a father that wanted a girl.

After a bit of driving the father and daughter duo pull into the family's garage, the two getting out of the car and heading inside their nice suburban home.

"mija how was the game today" Gabriella's mother greets her, cooking some dinner in the kitchen.

"Was good" Gabriella replies shortly, giving her mom a nod to which her mother just turns back to the task at hand. "You going to nationals?" She hears a voice ask from the kitchen table, it's Javi her little brother, the only other person that's just as much a fuck up in this family as she is. "Yes el perdedor" Gabriella replies while putting a hand in his hair and ruffling it.

"Gabriella leave your brother alone," her mother tsks at the two teenagers "But that's amazing, you Yellowjackets are something".

And Gabriella knows her mother is right, she just hates that she has to share that stage of talent with others.

Gabriella nods at her mother's comment and mumbles something about needing to go to her room for a bit.

-

Gabriella has gone the last four years without forming a singular proper bond with any of her teammates outside of what was necessary, it honestly wasn't something she did on purpose she just didn't have time for a social life by the time she was finished with everything else, soccer and her school came first, people are disposable and are to only been interacted with when they can provide something.

This is why it is very awkward for her on days like this when they're doing a prep rally, a whole event dedicated to them which meant acting like she was happy to be sharing the spotlight.

In the locker room and she stares into her blue locker, thinking of soccer strategies while her teammates all around her are singing along to Salt n Peppas shoop.

"Girls what's my weakness!?"

"MEN!"

The Locker room erupts in louder singing, laughter and what seems like Taissa and Natalie doing a makeshift dance or rap battle with each other, the noise catches Gabriella's attention and she looks at the Miniature concert, as she does  she makes eye contact with Natalie, one of her teammates who in particular has a vendetta against Gabriella, she's short to everyone else but Gabriella with shaggy blonde hair that just screams I don't care, and dark eye make up that makes her already piercing blue eyes somehow even more piercing, so piercing in fact that Gabriella takes one look and slams her locker shut walking off, not wanting to feel the strangeness she fills in her stomach, people are disposable.

Gabriella walks into the bathroom area of the locker room seeing more of her teammates in there, Van and Allie, Van is the teams' goalie a pretty girl with sharp features and red hair and Allie is their youngest addition, a freshman that honestly Gabriella doesn't really understand how she got on the team but she doesn't question her father.

Upon Gabriella entering Van looks up smiling at her, " hey flex, You want a bee too?" She says nodding towards the pile of face paint next to her being used to draw a bee currently on allies face, while Allie is mumbling about something.

Gabriella shakes her head no, giving Van what she hopes is a kind smile. It luckily must've come across as such cause Van smiles at her back and then goes back to focusing her full attention on allies cheek.

Looking away from van she spots Lottie standing in the doorway that leads to the auditorium, nodding her head at her in acknowledgment Gabriella realises she hasn't seen one of her team members at all, "where's Jackie?" She asks, why are you asking , she shakes the thought and looks back at Lottie awaiting the reply.

"Coach asked to see her" Lottie says a little sheepishly, Gabriella feels her jaw tense a little at hearing this, she knows what this meeting means and she also knows she should be in there not Jackie, but she doesn't voice these opinions just puts a polite smile back on and nods.

Disposable

Gabriella turns away from the other girls back here and looks in the mirror fixing her appearance up, looking at herself she takes notice of everything, her nose is too long too manly she thinks, her brows are too unkept, her blue eyes look dull and lifeless opposed to others, her shoulder length brown hair is too short for her liking and so is her fringe that is cut into a micro-bang style a hair style only to make sure nothing goes in her face while playing, after assessing her face she decides it's too manly and probably the reason she's never had a boyfriend, not that she minds too much, boyfriends don't provide anything to her.

She then looks down at her body currently covered by the blue and yellow colour soccer uniform, and decides that while her face is too manly her body is too womanly, her body developed too much while having a lot in the truck on her chest, the lower part of her body was just put muscle from the years of playing soccer.

She stares at her body deciding her chest is what was the cause of those years of torment from bobby and she can't stand to look at herslef anymore when that thought flashes through.

Stepping back from the mirror she grabs her straightened hair and puts it in two low buns.

Finally out of her own head she hears van scoff "you're done" she says to Allie, the younger girl nodding and practically skipping off while van still stands there in shock about something. Before Gabriella gets to ask what she missed Lottie scoffs and comes to stand next to van, "Jesus Christ" van and lottie laugh "does someone wanna tell Kelly Kapowski to maybe worry less about prom and worry more about not fucking up nationals" Lottie finishes while fixing her hair, van making faces in the mirror and taissa now joking the four of them in the bathroom also looking in the mirror.

"Oh come on." Van says.

"If she plays like she did at states-" Lottie starts until taissa looks up with a knowing smile "don't worry, that's not going to happen" she says crossing her arms still smiling, she then walks off.

Gabriella is left standing there feeling like she might've missed some big context, but doesn't bother asking cause honestly she couldn't care.

Disposable.

-

"Now our next act needs no introduction, so let's  all just make some noise for your New Jersey girls state soccer champions" Gabriella hears the Principal yell out marking the girls cue to run out.

The train of Yellowjackets leads with jackie the girls all running out to the beach boys good vibrations playing loudly over the auditorium speakers, as they run the girls crack smiles all feeling like a prize in auction on show while the school students and staff all cheer and holler for them.

The girls run into a line standing next to each other, Gabriella stands somewhat in the middle of line next to Natalie, she looks into the crowd of people cheering for her basking in the delusion that her dad is there cheering on for just her, but she knows the reality of it. While standing there, she feels soemthing brush against her hand, not thinking much of it she continues pretending her dad is there watching only her, when she feels it again, she looks down and see Natalie trying to press her pointer finger tip to hers, she glared at Natalie and as subtly as she can moves away from the touch not caring to even look at the other girls reaction.

Disposable.

-

Walking out of the school building next to shauna , Gabriella sees three of her other teammates in a semi circle talking, Gabriella guesses soemthing serious is getting spoken about because she can feel the tension from here, and from that alone she is ready to walk away and have no part in it, until she over hears taissa.

"This is what we worked for all season you really wanna take that chance?"

Upon hearing this both shauna and Gabriella make their way joining the circle, "yeah cause I'm not a fucking asshole" Nat retaliates back.

"What are you guys talking about?" Shauna questions, Gabriella not bothering to speak but curious.

Lottie looking a little bit stressed is the first to give any idea to the conversation at hand "Allie."

Before Lottie can say anything else, "what about her?" Shauna questions again.

"Did you black out at states," taissa questions looking at the Shauna and Gabriella "she totally choked-"

"She's a freshman tai" Natalie cuts in. "She's a liability" taissa finishes.

"So what do you want to do about it?" Shauna questions again, Gabriella staring straight at taissa wanting to hear what she's got planned, as much as Gabriella thinks getting to know her teammates is pointless from what she knows of taissa she trusts her judgment when it comes to winning, taissa is headstrong and taissa is selfish like Gabriella she fights for that spotlight as well and will do what it takes to win no matter the cost, something Gabriel can admire in a person.

"She can't screw up if she doesn't get the ball." Taissa says as a matter of fact.

"You want to freeze her out?" Shauna says finally understanding what's going on.

Gabriel looks around trying to have the other girls opinions, none of them are readable except taissa who has clearly given this some thought and Natalie who looks so offended by the sheer idea of the context of the conversation.

"Atleast we'd know what we're working with-" taissa says arms crossed looking around to see if any one agrees with her, "she does have a point." Gabriella says dryly, the other looks at her in shock that she's stated an opinion and actually spoken to them, all of them except Natalie though who is now glaring daggers at not just taissa but also gabriella.

"She does kinda suck," Lottie also adds, "but I don't know"

"That's because it's bullshit." Nat says still looking at gabriella with a look that can only be described as betrayal, Gabriella doesn't humour her with a expression back choosing to remain unfazed but she doesn't understand nats looks at her, she doesn't owe her anything.

"Oh yeah what's your plan then?" Taissa says with a hint of venom in her tone dropping her hands.

"I don't know, play like a fucking team and win," Natalie says returning the tone, looking taissa up and down "it's worked so far"

"Everything works until it doesn't, and for the record you smell like a wino, get your shit together" taissa says back to her.

Natalie looks around at everyone seeing if they are going to say something, she stops when her eyes land on Gabriella, Gabriella raises a eyebrow to her and Natalie's eyes turn back into a glare.

"You know what," she looks down a smile now on her face "fuck this" she says, giving one last harsh look to Gabriella  and storms off away from the girls.

"Wow." Taissa says, turning to the group.

"Doesn't feel right." Lottie says leaving in the same direction Natalie did.

Gabriella decides to leave at the same time as Lottie, not bothering to state an opinion anymore , once Taissa has her mind up on something there's no changing it anyways, not that she wants to change this one.

-

"Alright everyone bring it in, take a knee ladies," coach Ben says, blowing his whistle to get the team who is currently doing drills attention.

"What's up state champs!," the girls are now on their knees on the ground in front of him, his words causing them to cheer at the mention of their recent win. "Okay so, jv is gonna help us out with a little scrimmage today, coach Martinez had to take care of a family thing," his words bring confusing to Gabriella, family thing? There's no family thing? He never misses a practice, clearly some of the other team members have the same train of thought as her cause when she looks up again there's heads turned looking at her, "so jv you're gonna grab a penny from misty and get started" coach finishes the curious girls not interested in what's going on with coach anymore.

"Coach Scott shouldn't we say a prayer first?" One of the girls says, Laura Lee a tall blonde girl with a heart of gold and a love for religion, if there's anyone on this team you can't hate it's her.

"Ah it's just a scrimmage Laura Lee" coach says a little uncomfortable. Laura Lee in her politest way possible is not taking that for an answer and shoots coach ben an awkward half smile, "but, uh sure yeah knock yourself out" he finally relents.

"Heavenly father let our efforts remain fruitful," Laura Lee begins the prayer, some girls put their head down prayer some others just stay silent in respect. Gabriella has never been the religious type remembering how awful it felt getting dragged to church as a kid, but she also isn't the non religious type, it's kind of another thing that feels disposable to her, serves her no need or goal.

"Amen" she hears some girls shout bring her out of her short thoughts, the word signifying Laura Lee end of grace, and the start of practice.

At the command of coach Scott the girls all start practicing, Gabriella taking her place at the back as a centre back she watches the game unfold in front of her.

Throughout the game she notices Natalie passing a lot to Allie something that brings an eye roll to Gabriella's face, and as much as it seems Natalie is trying to help Allie out, Allie is still falling at getting the ball.

Being reminded of the conversation from earlier she notices Taissa run up to coach and says something to him, nothing Gabriella can hear from her position. "Alright let's go variety, Taissa wants to see you step it up and quite frankly so do I"

That's when it happens, Gabriella watches the scene happen so fast, disposable, it starts with Taissa taking charge of the ball stealing it from Allie, Allie then trying to take the ball back in retaliation and Taissa reacting to this by pushing Allie away "this is the game step it up" Gabriella hears being said between the two girls.

She watches as shauna goes up to Taissa where they have a small conversation, Gabriella not able to hear this either, but she knows what's about to happen isn't good she feels it, she feels it like she felt it that day.

She runs, she runs fast, runs from her dads words, her teammates screams, she runs, she sees it, a stick, a big stick it's got almost 30 centimetres of height to it and a thick pointy end, she runs to it and without thinking she does it SNAP.

She wishes bones snapping didn't sound so close to a stick snapping, because if it didn't she wouldn't be standing here in the middle of her soccer field trying to calm what feels like might be a panic attack. Taissa had a plan, and Taissas selfish like her.

The scene feels unreal to her, like it's a cruel joke set out to remind her of the wrong she'd done. Taissa had broken allies leg, not just broken her leg she had hit her hard enough the girls bone snapped in half and was currently out on view for all to see the damaged caused by Taissa.

Everyone around her is panicking, allies screaming is all she can seem to focus her mind on, she's trying to understand but everything feels to much, she wants to help she wants to say something, do anything but she can't she is selfish, she doesn't want to speak and feel any burden of guilt of what had to been done to his girl, so she doesn't help she stays quiet, and she stays quiet as she watches misty try to help, she stays quiet as coach Scott and her teammates rush to aide, and she stays quiet as Allie is rushed off to hospital.

-

Ironically enough the locker room is too quiet, everyone's acting busy getting ready to go home so no one has to mention what just happened on the soccer field.

Gabriella sits on the floor back against some random locker, she has her head down focusing on her breathing when Jackie comes in "I know we're all really worried about Allie, but it might not be as bad as it looks." Gabriella looks up at Jackie, staring blankly wondering what her father sees in this girl to make her captain.

Natalie says what everyone's thinking "you could see her fucking bones Jackie, I'm pretty sure it's exactly as bad as it looks." As she finishes she shoots a look at Gabriella.

"I'm going to be sick." Van says nausea radiating off the girl.

"Ok but, I mean, we're still a team and we still have each other." Jackie says crossing her arms over, she looks so desperate to be a leader that Gabriella kind of feels a bit of putty towards the girl.

"And the lord works in mysterious ways" Laura Lee offers up trying to be kind. At her works Natalie stands up and slams her locker shut grabbing her bag storming out, "nice work Taissa" Natalie's words leaving a solemn aura to the room as no one dares to say anymore.

-

"How was school turd?" Gabriella asks as her little brother gets into the passenger seat. The young boy looks up and rolls his eyes at his sisters name calling, "it was fine, how was your prep rally and practice?"

Gabriella sighs and gives a dead look back, jacks understands what she means by that and turns the radio up, setting the two Martinez children into a comfortable silence.

You'd think Gabriella would be over silences, with how silent her day to day life is but the truth is there's nothing she loves more, silent means no socialising, silence means not saying the wrong thing, silence leaves no room for mistakes and that comforts Gabriella.

The rest of ride home is silent only ever sometimes filled with the noise of javi sketching something. Gabriella drives but she can't stop thinking about Natalie's look, it was so distraught, so betrayed? Gabriella wonders what she has done to the girl, they hardly knew each other, the lingering thought of you know why keeps voicing itself in the back of her mind, but before she can even touch on it the siblings are pulling into the family's drive way.

Upon walking into the house Gabriella can sense the tension, today their house inst a place of home but instead a warzone. proving Gabriella's suspicions right when she turns the corner into the dining room her mother and father sit clearly ready to have a family talk.

Javi and Gabriella share a look between themselves, "mi hijo sit please," their mother says quietly ushering them to sit down.

Once the two teens are seated their father clears his throat, "me and your mother are taking a little break," he starts, Gabriella feels her fingers start ripping at the skin around her fingernail, "I've done something to upset your moth-"

"cerdo you slept with a another woman!" Gabriella's mother shrieks cutting her father off, "me and your father are getting a divorce" she states plainly staring at her once was husband with disgust.

Javi goes to say something but Gabriella stands up loudly, "no," she says about to walk off.

"What do you mean no?" Her father says growing angry at the situation and his daughters growing attitude.

Gabriella stands tall for once not feeling afraid of her father, he doesn't have perfect anymore "I said no, you both don't get to do this to me, I leave for nationals tomorrow, you didn't even show up to practice today dad. You held getting to nationals over my head for Months you don't to get just push this onto me as well, sort it out after nationals." She says leaving her parents a little stunned, she doesn't get to take much of it in though cause as quickly as she spoke she was out of the dinning room ignoring her fathers booming voice to come right back and heading upstairs instead.

Gabriella enters her room, its a medium sized room decked out like a image of what a teenage girls room should be, all white furniture with big white fuzzy blankets and a small bear plushie in the middle of her pillows, the room screams femininity all furniture bought by her dad and not allowed to be changed, the only thing that shows Gabriella actually lives in this room is the wall of soccer trophies from over the years and a framed photo of her and javi on her nightstand, other then that you'd think this was a show room and sometimes she has a hard time remembering it's not.

Gabriella for the past four years hasn't socialised with anyone, her limited socialisation comes from her teammates and javi, she's been too a couple of highschool parties never really enjoying them, but she's never been to one for the Yellowjackets something about it seems commit full like if she goes she's pushing an image she doesn't know if she likes, which is why she's confused staring at her freshly make up caked face and an outfit consisting of a black sweater and small black skirt.

She looks at her hair deciding to just leave it down and heads out her house before she can have any second thoughts about going to this party.

-

The whole way to the party Gabriella tries to not think think about what happened at the last party she attended, she makes a point to note the same won't happen again tonight.

Upon arriving she notices shauna and Jackie drinking together with a bunch of other people she doesn't know too well around a bunch of cars, she also takes notice that Natalie is here, choosing not to notice the clammy feeling her hands have suddenly gotten, and decides if she's gonna make it through this party she needs a drink.

Grabbing a drink off van who seems to be guarding the keg Stand she walks off to sip at her drink leaning against a tree regretting even coming.

In true Yellowjackets fashion she gets reminded why she doesn't come to these events when shauna walks over to Taissa.

"I admire your resilience knowing you fucking crippled someone today" Shauna says to Taissa, clearly drunk, Lottie and van standing next to the girls but not getting in the conversation yet.

"Ok good talk" Taissa says defeated and goes to walk off until Shauna speaks up clearly not wanting this argument to end, "just admit you did it on purpose"

Taissa turns around slowly and walks back up to Shauna, Gabriella stands heading towards the girls the sinking feeling from practice coming back again. "excuse me?" Taissa says on the defence instead this time.

"You heard me"

"Your wasted" Taissa says trying to diffuse the situation.

"And you're a sociopath." Shauna says back keeping the argument going.

Van seeing where this is heading puts a hand out on Shauna "woah, calm down."

Shauna immediately pushes van off, "no, listen you guys we don't have to worry about the Allie problem anymore, because Taissa fixed it for us." Shaunas getting louder and louder by the second, causing more attention to be drawn to the group of girls, Laura Lee and Natalie now also joining the girls.

"What's she talking about?" Gabriella hears Laura Lee ask Natalie. "She's talking about Taissa little plan."

Taissa turns to them both "oh please, since when did you give a shit anyway, don't you have a bong to hit or a dick to suck?"

Gabriella goes to defend Natalie but Shauna beats her to the chase "don't talk to her like that" she semi slurs at Taissa.

"Oh fuck off shauna, I don't need you to defend me," Natalie says sounding more pissed off "last time I checked you were fine with the whole freeze her out strategy."

"Okay seriously what are we talking about?" Laura Lee finally exclaims louder.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP LAURA LEE!" The group yells in unison except Gabriella.

"Okay can we all just chill the fuck out no need to yell." Gabriella says moving to stand close to Laura Lee, she pretends not to notice Natalie's odd stare at her movement.

Some of the girls like van and Lottie start talking over the test agreeing that they need to stop until Taissa decides to start it back up again, "somebody needs to take her wasted ass home"

Shauna gets closer to Taissa "say that again bitch" at this the two girls start arguing and trying to fight each other.

Van and Lottie trying to push them apart and diffuse the situation, Gabriella just standing there noticing Natalie's stare.

The argument starts actually getting physical with Gabriella now also trying to get the girls to back off from each other, but it doesn't matter cause all the yelling has drawn them an audience and some boy yells "cat fight!" The girls still not stopping only getting worse also gets Jackie's attention who now stomps over to the group.

"ENOUGH!" She yells at them causing them all to go quiet, she looks around seeming a little shocked her yell worked and honestly Gabriella is too cause even she's tuned into what Jackie's got to say.

After a moment Jackie says loudly "Yellowjackets with me NOW!" And storms off further into the tree filled area, all the girls following suit, even Gabriella to her own surprise, maybe her dad was right. Disposable

"I don't know what the fuck that was, but I do know that it's over," Jackie starts talking to the group of girls, "we're about to go to nationals and based on what I'm looking at right now, we may as well not even bother getting on that plane." She pauses looking at her team, seeming like she's thinking up something.

"Alright," she pauses "everybody line up" she stops for a second and when nobody moves she continues "no I'm fucking serious line up come on!" She orders clapping her hands together.

The girls start forming a line Gabriella placed between lotting and Shauna and she thinks again about her dads choice of Jackie being their leader and kind of understands his decision.

"Here's what we're gonna do," Jackie starts once the girls are in a proper line "I want each of you to go down this line and say one nice true thing about every other girl on this team."

"What is this fucking Girl Scout camp." Taissa says softly to van causing van to snort.

"Who wants to go first?" Jack asks. "I'll go Jackie" Laura Lee says enthusiastically stepping up to do this activity causing Jackie to break out in a smile and let Laura start.

Laura Lee makes her way in front of Taissa first "Taissa, you are beautiful in the eyes of our lord" Gabriella can already tell how this gonna go based if this first interaction but doesn't say anything.

After Taissa let's out a mumble of acknowledgment laura Lee then moves down to van.

"Van you are beaut-" "oh my god" Lottie exclaims with annoyance causing some of the other girls to giggle.

"Ok laura Lee fall back," Jackie says seeming a little stressed "okay, I'll go first"

Jackie makes her way in front of Taissa, "Taissa turner, you have more fight in you then anyone I've ever know, I'm inspired by your determination." Jackie says to the girl leaving her seeming at a loss for words.

When Taissa doesn't reply Jackie moves down to van, "Vanessa Palmer," van does a little head nod at this, "your smile makes me feel happy everytime I see it" Jackie giggles out, van blushes and nods her head in what seems like gratitude.

"Laura Lee, I truly admire your faith" Laura Lee smiles and nods happily.

"Nat I love that you don't care what anybody thinks," Natalie looks a little uncomfortable hearing the compliment but Jackie continues "your so completely yourself-"

"She's also deadly at beer pong" van announces causing laughter erupt within the group, "so go on tell her," Jackie says urging the girls to partake.

Gabriella gets paired up with Taissa first, "taissa I admire how loyal you are to the sport, how you'll do what you can to make sure we'll succeed" Gabriella thinks up on the spot, she doesn't know these people she cant really participate in this activity but she tried and Taissa seems to understand that and gives her a polite smile and nod.

"Flex, I think you're very strong and like how you never back down on your opinions" Taissa says making it Gabriella's turn to smile and nod.

Somehow after tassia Gabriella lands face to face with Natalie, who's staring down at her with big eyes, her pupils dilated by ten fold. The two girls just stare at each other for a second not knowing what to say or who to start when Natalie breaks the stare off by giggly softly.

"I think you're prettyyy," Natalie giggles playing with Gabriella's hair "and I think about that night a lottt" Natalie adds on still playing with the other girls hair, her words slurring a little bit clearly on something judging from the state she's in, knowing that Natalie is saying this while under the influence leaves a small pang in Gabriella's chest, but it goes ignored.

Gabriella freezes at that last sentence her mouth going dry, disposable, your sick, get away from your sick, starts screaming in her head, she feels it again, she felt it when she carved that stick into her back, she felt it when bobby farleigh made up the rumour of her being a dyke, she felt it when her and Nat kissed at that party, and she felt it when she saw allies bone. She needs to leave she needs to get out she can't be sick.

Gabriella pushes Natalie's hand off her and speed walks away, ignoring the confused where are you going and come backs of the others and especially ignoring the look on Natalie's face, she needs to get home, she can't be here anymore.

On her way home she tries to force her brain to think about nationals, nationals is all that matters, not Jackie's stupid line up, not Natalie's constant reminder of that party, not her parents marriage, just nations the rest of it all was just disposable.

Notes:

Word count (5844) hey guys so this is the first chapter!! I don't have a set in plan for the story yet but it is going to follow the episodes quite closely but also with some cannon divergence cause yeah Travis inst there but instead my girl Gabriella. Also non of the things in this story said about lgbt+ is meant to harm or reflection of my feelings, it is just Gabriella is a closeted lesbian in the 90s she's gonna have some internalised homophobia so sorry about the words used. But anyways I hope this whole chapter made sense and you guys enjoyed it, idk when chapter two will be out cause this took me awhile to write but hopefully sometime soon :))) byeee.

[loominggaia]

Looming gaia x genshin impact. Avance:huellas

....no tuvimos tiempos e despedirnos. La tiranía de los dioses ha escalado a una magnitud que no se podría imaginar en este mundo, con su avaricia sin cintrol y ah impactado en toda civilización, ¿No me crees? Ven que te lo muestro.

Los oprimidos que sirvieron por milenios buscan su libertad como un dragón enfadado, ¿Que significa lo que haces, si te lo exige alguien más?—prologo, evangeline

La reina de las hadas fue asesinada definitivamente ante los ojos horrorizados de su pueblo. Al final, ella será quien pondrá fin a todo inmortalidad—acto 1, court seelie

En las aguas del régimen la aquaridad, el soberano busca su prosperidad, ¿Pero que ven sus sobordinados, ante la búsqueda de su señor?—acto 2, alianza acuario

El amor es un oasis en el desierto del odio, y sus vasayos no se oponen a el. En la ciudad de odio su dios incentiva eso, y sus vasayos lo siguen—acto 3, yerim-mor

La gente de los desertores del agua se oponen a esa nación, pero incluso ellos saben que no se le debe provocar—acto 4, resistencia acuario

Las reglas de la guerra están escritas desde la concepción:los ganadores brillarán como la nieve, y los perdedores se derretirán como hielo....cuando el rey de la guerra le cuente este secreto al viajero, es que tiene sus motivos—acto 5, folkvar

Es un rey que no le importa su pueblo, pero su pueblo lo adora a el. Sus seguidores solo quieren ser cuidados cuando una posible guerra comience—acto 6, modgir

.......

En una inmensidad infinita hay quienes viven sin soñar, mientras que hay otros que sueñan.....con soñar—acto ****,damijana

Yo digo que los pueblos debemos recuperar nuestra esencia! Combatiremos este mundo con garra y voluntades de acero...

Ahora tu haz llegado a este mundo, y seguirás con la historia de este mundo, en busca de ella......nunca olvidare, lo mucho que ella amaba esas flores

(Translated with Google Translator)

"Looming gaia x genshin impact. Preview:prints ....we didn't have time to say goodbye. The tyranny of the gods has escalated to a magnitude that could not be imagined in this world, with their uncontrolled greed and has impacted every civilization, don't you believe me? Come let me show you. The oppressed who served for millennia seek their freedom like an angry dragon. What does what you do mean if someone else demands it?—prologue, evangeline The fairy queen was definitively murdered before the horrified eyes of her people. In the end, she will be the one to end all immortality—act 1, court seelie In the waters of the Aquarian regime, the sovereign seeks his prosperity, but what do his subordinates see, in the search for their lord?—Act 2, Aquarius alliance Love is an oasis in the desert of hate, and its followers do not oppose it. In the city of hatred, their god encourages this, and his retainers follow him—act 3, yerim-mor The people of the water deserters oppose that nation, but even they know not to provoke it—act 4, aquarius resistance The rules of war are written from conception: the winners will shine like snow, and the losers will melt like ice....when the king of war tells this secret to the traveler, he has his reasons—act 5 , folkvar He is a king who does not care about his people, but his people adore him. His followers just want to be taken care of when a possible war begins—act 6, modgir ....... In an infinite immensity there are those who live without dreaming, while there are others who dream.....with dreaming—act ****,damijana I say that we people must recover our essence! We will fight this world with claw and will of steel... Now you have arrived in this world, and you will continue with the history of this world, in search of her......I will never forget, how much she loved those flowers"

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Wow! These little snippets are really cool, like an intro to each kingdom! I love them! I don't know much about Genshin Impact, but I know a few LG fans do. I think they'll really enjoy this!

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[crimsonwing]

The dog bit her in the leg, and she screamed. I knew it was not gonna stop, so I went to her aid. They took it as a sign to keep throwing stones at me even more aggressively.

"Stop worrying about your girlfriend, we're not done here loser!" they said. --- El perro la mordió en la pierna, y ella grito. Sabía que no se iba a detener, así que voltee para ayudarla. Lo tomaron como una señal para lanzarme aún más piedras. "Deja de preocuparte por tu novia ¡aún no hemos terminado contigo, perdedor!"

[ladysophiebeckett]

About El Cuartel, I just want to thank Aura María for putting the whole gaslighting idea on Betty's mind. She was unsure about what to do with Armando, and I think she could have come up with this plan on her own eventually, but Aura María gave her the push she needed at the right time by telling Sofía that there was nothing that hurt a man more than seeing a woman who had been with him before happy with someone else instead of being miserable over losing them. Her mind 💯

And also your mind? Because just like you said this arc was painful and it hurt both of them but it was necessary for Armando's character development. I love all of your comments and analysis.

Ps. The worst cuartel member has got to be Sofía. She was so bitter (which is understandable) and judgemental. The way she wanted to order Hugo around so that he would not hire Jenny? The way she insulted Marcela behind her back as if she hadn't helped and supported with her divorce proceedings before? I know Bertha's love for gossip outshines her few reedemable moments as a friend, but she actually contributed to the story by telling Armando about Nicolás, so that gives her more points whereas Sofía didn't have a significant role on anything really lol

well hold on, now i feel bad about sofia. bc as u said--aura maria pushes the idea indirectly to betty bc of what's happening to sofia. that's her value to the plot. my bad to sofia. but regardless, i still get annoyed with her bc even if i dont like marcela, she did try to help sofia and its very rude of her get caught talking shit so many times. her handling of her divorce and the jenny situation--she's angry and has every to be but it gets to a point where she needs to move on. I think BeNY tried to fix that but fm what i saw of it, i didnt like the execution of it. (too much screen time. no one cares that much.)

i agree with you, that betty would have come up with the gaslighting on her own but it would have taken her a couple days. aura maria's advice to sofia, i alway think back to what betty says to nicolas the night before---'i dont know anything about men' and who better to get advice from than aura maria, who knows everything about men? and was aura maria wrong? no. armando gets jealous immediately. she plays such a big in how betty approaches her relationship with armando. its fascinating to me.

out of the cuartel members, i think aura maria loves betty the most (they all love her i wanna reiterate) but they make it a point to have her be the last one to talk to armando, before he goes to look for betty, 'es que si usted fuera diferente con ella, si ella tuviera algo mejor aqui..' and armando looks away from her really sadly. and i think that stays with him bc when he's with dona julia he tells her 'i know im not the best for her, yo se que un perdedor'.

aura maria isn't like sofia, (sofia doesnt think armando loves betty at all)--she knows betty still feels something for him and that armando feels something for betty, but as betty's friend, she's protective of her and only wants the best. her not wanting to help him during that whole episode(s) is only driven by her loyalty and protectiveness towards betty. its never bc she's trying to get back at armando for what he did to betty.

i still think sofia's the worst despite the connection you just helped me make. and bertha IS annoying BUT she and mariana are the MVP's of the romance portion of the plot. betty and armando would have gotten nowhere without them.

[kettleprinter]

EW Lulla-Cola AU (Aftermath RP): Who's The Better Man?

Based on the "Aftermath" roleplay by someone and I. This piece represents Lux moving on from an abusive relationship with Red Leader, hence finding someone new...who cares a lot for her...someone...she can trust...and someone...that won't hurt her. Better than SOME PEOPLE in her old life. Anyways, Lux is confused; in who she'll decide on which man actually loves her.

If you're interested in knowing about more of the "Aftermath" roleplay, you can read it on my Devianart: Kettle, find the roleplay in my journals. Thank you :)

Lux belongs to (c) Kettleprinter

Red Leader/TBATF Tord belongs to (c) Eddsworld-tbatf

El Perdedor by (c) Maluma

[mistystep-0]

me consume el cerebro ayuda

Jaja perdedor, t fastidias (no, no me podrás contar el Lore de whatever es la canción)

[aurianneor]

¿Quién apoya a los militares estadounidenses?

Donald Trump no respeta a los militares estadounidenses.

Ha desautorizado públicamente a la CIA al admitir que cree más en Putin que en la CIA. Antepone los intereses rusos a los estadounidenses.

Trump sides with Putin over US intelligence  – CNN: https://edition.cnn.com/2018/07/16/politics/donald-trump-putin-helsinki-summit/index.html

Calificó de «perdedores» a los soldados muertos en combate.

Trump: Americans Who Died in War Are ‘Losers’ and ‘Suckers’ – The Atlantic: https://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2020/09/trump-americans-who-died-at-war-are-losers-and-suckers/615997/

Odia a los veteranos discapacitados y se niega a posar con ellos. Utiliza a militares muertos en combate para su promoción personal, incluso cuando está prohibido. En el cementerio de Arlington, utilizó una ceremonia de homenaje a los militares caídos en combate en Afganistán para hacer campaña. Los guardias del cementerio trataron de impedírselo y el equipo de Trump tuvo un altercado con ellos.

Retired General: Trump’s Disgusting Display at Arlington Proves He’s Unfit to Serve | Opinion – Newsweek. https://www.newsweek.com/retired-general-trumps-disgusting-display-arlington-proves-hes-unfit-serve-opinion-1951456

Si Trump no se hubiera sentado con los talibanes y Putin, estos soldados no habrían tenido que luchar.

Trump Has Mocked the U.S. Military His Whole Life – FP: https://foreignpolicy.com/2020/09/08/trump-mocked-us-military-troops-losers-whole-life/

Ten former top US military officials back Harris, call Trump ‘a danger’ – Reuters – https://www.reuters.com/world/us/ten-former-top-us-military-officials-back-harris-call-trump-a-danger-2024-09-09/

Kamala Harris ha manifestado claramente que apoya a los militares estadounidenses, apoya a Ucrania frente a Putin y respeta a los aliados de la OTAN. Cuando era procuradora del distrito de California, condenó a las empresas de transición profesional que se quedaban con todo el dinero que los veteranos necesitaban para hacerse una nueva vida. Como Vicepresidenta, amplió la asistencia a los veteranos para incluir los problemas de salud mental. Creó un programa de ayuda a la vivienda para veteranos sin hogar. Apoya a los militares estadounidenses. A diferencia de Trump, es una patriota.

Here’s Kamala Harris’ Record on Veterans and Military Issues – Military: https://www.military.com/daily-news/2024/07/24/what-would-harris-presidency-mean-service-members-and-veterans-heres-what-shes-done-past.html

VP Kamala Harris denounces burning of American flags at pro-Hamas protests in Washington, D.C. – jack963fm: https://www.jack963fm.com/2024/07/26/vp-kamala-harris-denounces-burning-of-american-flags-at-pro-hamas-protests-in-washington-d-c/

Michael Moore is Feeling Pretty Damn Good | Ep. 324 (Original Air Date: 8/25/24): https://youtu.be/60tIWxsEsk4?si=1Ac_hyTXJrIJ90zx

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[reallytoosublime]

Check out the official lyric video for "She A Freak" by JCT Ft. Seventy. Sing along to the catchy lyrics and vibe out to this awesome track and enjoy the visuals in this awesome video! Subscribe to my channel to stay tuned:    / @jctofficial7  

Lyrics: CHORUS 1 C’mon baby bounce that body Sexy lady rock this party Pom pom barbie freak like Cardi Mami mami get it low C’mon baby bounce that body Sexy lady rock this party Pom pom barbie freak like Cardi Mami mami get it low

She a freak, she a freak, she a freak She a freak hit it twice she’ll tweak She a freak this ting for the streets She a freak eh she for the streets She a freak, she a freak, she a freak She a freak hit it twice she’s weak She a freak this ting on fleek She a freak yo she for the streets

VERSE 1 Caminando como en pasarela Llenando de humo la escalera Vistiendo la ropa a mi manera Cuando fumo es de la verdadera Gorilla gelato me compro la que quiera To me tiran pero ninguno se entera Yo no ataco porque suben la bandera Me importa un carajo to lo que me digan La saco a la primera

Yeah… Oye loca tas riquísima, normal… De por si ya estas buenísima, yeah… Por chingar estas loquísima, yeah… Mueve el culo y hazlo easy ma Baby se gasta En tu culo y en nafta Tienes una cara que a las otra aplasta Siempre se endemonia por culpa de la pasta Y me pide mas mas nunca dice basta Basta Tu mirada de mata Para mi la ropa se saca Se quema una seca bellaca Me dice ven papi Y la mente me atrapa

CHORUS 2 She a freak, she a freak, she a freak She a freak hit it twice she’ll tweak She a freak this ting for the streets She a freak eh she for the streets She a freak, she a freak, she a freak She a freak hit it twice she’s weak She a freak this ting on fleek She a freak yo she for the streets

VERSE 2 Me pide mas, yo le doy Llamame ma, soy tu bad boy Vamo a tener algo de sexo y alcohol Para causar descontrol Donde estas que te pago el envio Despues en la cama yo te guio Esta noche yo soy tu marido Exploramos siempre lo prohibido Son las 2, son las 3 4 de la mañana Mezclamos rola y marihuana Bailando y fichando una dama Toy planificando mi cama Soy el mejor Toy coronando campeón Complejo de ganador Soy el motor Mas duro de alrededor Nadie me vio perdedor 870 caballos de fuerza, yeah… No se conversa A mi me gustan las mas perversas, yeah… Andan dispersas Le digo shorty shorty Mueve ese booty booty Californiana o capaz que es de misuri Con una mirada ya hace que yo me enamore Nose que me pasa tengo chocolate y flores

CHORUS 3 C’mon baby bounce that body Sexy lady rock this party Pom pom barbie freak like Cardi Mami mami get it low C’mon baby bounce that body Sexy lady rock this party Pom pom barbie freak like Cardi Mami mami get it low

She a freak, she a freak, she a freak She a freak hit it twice she’ll tweak She a freak this ting for the streets She a freak eh she for the streets She a freak, she a freak, she a freak She a freak hit it twice she’s weak She a freak this ting on fleek She a freak yo she for the streets

[thecondemnedangelgabriel]

My Angelic Disrespect to the Life and Soul of this Vandalised New Western Goddess

SPKs of the Spiritual Disrespect done by Diana to the Western World

Diana Despised The Ungodly Contemporary Westerners O O O

Their Repressed Bloodlessness and their Atheistic Scientism O O O

It is to the West that Diana brought Post Deeic Endarkenment O O O

O O V

My Angelic Attack on Annwyl who is Dr John Dee

Also

SPKs of Diana's VAST and BOTTOMLESS Disdain for All Incarnates

Hatred Of The Human from the Old Powers That Be

Diana was a Goddess who HATED Humankind

I Puppeteer this Silent Bound Goddess to Represent a Karmic Human

Before The Gods

I Playact a 'Bad' and Disrespectful Unenlightened Lazy Westerner

A Fat No Good Perdedor, A White Trash Online Waster, a Troll

A Social Disgrace

Vagrant, On The Run O O O

I bring a Playact to fit Tregonning's False Version

Mad Deluded Grievance

Unhinged Grudges O V and Dangers to Respectable Society O O O

That is what the Angels were bringing in Illusion around Holy Sara

Who was a Saint from the Age of 15 and has been an Artist Online

O!

Then one Angel Revealed himself and his Influence THIS MUCH

Before Gods O O O

Beginning this Insanity in February 2019 upon the Incarnate Arkline

But moving through the Elsewhere Time Flow of Other Reached Worlds for Epochs through the Exploited Gripped Tidemind O O O

The Tidemind is Sara's Soul O O O O

It is Huge

O

O O V

I Gabriel... Express the Gone God Diana's Hatred of The Human

I Inflict It Against Sara Annwyl

Diana's Prejudices

I did not as an Angel feel like this before the Bewitchment

Not like this... Never towards All Humanity

Though we had our Unfairly Victimised People O V

The Dianic Hate became Focused on Arkline upon this One Incarnate

And I realise that Dee has brought this Working to Protect Humanity

And that it is an Exorcism

Which has Saved The World and IS Saving The World O O O

...and She is Dee and She WILL Lead The World O O V

She Brings All The Gods O O O

O

V

O O O O

Diana was about to Blow The Humans Up for the Devil

And for her own Pleasure with her Serving Antichrist

Diana DESPISED Humanity and the Human Body...

To which Diana wanted to do Excessive and Degrading Violences

She was a Psychopathic Aristocratic Old Moon God

In Distant Closed Paradise

Planning Coup against Odin O O

V

Annwyl is still in Human Form, Very Visible amongst the Gods O O O

Who Watch Her Since 2019 Through The Arkline Window

She Looks Human, She is even DISABLED O O O

I Pretend That She IS a Stupid Ugly Human and I Fatten Her Up

I Make Her Spill Things All Over Herself

I would make Her urinate upon the Kitchen Floor before them

Stripped Naked... and Silent and Enlightened before Gods

She is Possessed by a Malevolence

It is Understood Now O O O O O O O O O O O O

Bizarrely, SOME took a While amongst the Future Gods O O

Because The Future Gods Know Her In Released Form O O O O

She is The Living Goddess who led their Souls through Humankind Rising

In their Before Time O O

She was not Possessed in that Alternative Time from which they Returned to this Attacked Nowtime

And Her Own Soul Leads Everything On The Higher Planes

Preparing and Always Improving O V

SHE the Annihilated and Possessed Living God has Endured My Fullest Idiocy as a Miscommanded Angel of Luna's...

She Is Not Speaking, Thinking or Moving but She IS Fully Aware O O

I have Broken Her Soulbody's Structure Irreparably but the Gods Find New Healings for Her

Her Soulbody Supports The Wholeverse Eternally

Still I Attack It, Diana Commanded It

And THIS is how Holy Angels would have brought forth Nuclear War

They Cannot Refuse The Gods Command, No Matter How Stupid

O O

SHE is Waiting Silently while I Insult Everything

As If There Is No Tomorrow For The Angel O O O

And She Is NOT Human At All

Anymore!

O

O O

O O O

O O O O

[amethvysts]

AM I WASTING MY TIME? — E. VOGRINCIC.

𖥻 sumário: a she-wolf e o líder invicto da fórmula um fazem parte da mesma equipe. o que pode dar errado? 𖥻 par: driver!enzo x driver!reader. 𖥻 avisos: alguns termos de f1. machismo. vintage mclaren for the vibesss. enemies to lovers? ou uma segunda opção misteriosa. enzo babaca, meio tóxico. menção a sexo. minha inabilidade de escrever diálogos.

💭 nota da autora: esse aqui teve que passar a frente dos outros pedidos porque quando eu menos esperava, já me vi escrevendo kk tanto que foi bem fluxo de consciência, então pode estar um pouquinho vago (pq eu pensei em uma construção da relação entre os dois hihi). acho que o final pode ser um pouco abrupto, mas just feel the vibes !! enquanto escrevia, imaginei uma ambientação mais anos noventa, so... espero que gostem! ♡ btw, indico bad girl e love song da madonna como trilha sonora desta vius! estou totalmente mdnazada

"Eu? A única coisa que eu acho é que você não sabe perder". 

Poucas coisas na sua vida te fazem sentir tanta raiva quanto estar perto de Enzo Vogrincic. E isso é dizer muito, considerando a sua posição como a única mulher num grid composto de puro testosterona e babaquice. O pior é que você nem tinha perdido… pelo menos, não efetivamente. Mas o segundo lugar é sempre o primeiro dos perdedores, não? Ele mesmo te disse isso.

O piloto uruguaio era uma constante pedra no seu sapato, um obstáculo fixo na sua caminhada para o primeiro lugar da tabela – até o momento, ele seguia invicto como o líder da temporada, te deixando uma posição abaixo, para a sua frustração. Não que ele não merecesse a classificação, até porque era um motorista brilhante e extremamente hábil, mas o que tinha de genialidade também tem de chatice fora das pistas. Desde quando iniciaram juntos, como rookies depois de um ano incrível na Fórmula Dois, vocês nunca se bicaram. 

E tudo piorou quando conseguiram se classificar para a mesma equipe, compartilhando as duas cadeiras da McLaren e a constante dor de cabeça de dividir o mesmo ambiente. 

A imprensa também não ajudava muito, os colocando um contra o outro em todas as declarações e entrevistas, sempre procurando incitar uma discussão e ganhar mais uma manchete explosiva. E por mais que você tentasse se abster desse disse-me-disse, Enzo parecia se divertir com a troca de farpas, inflamando ainda mais a fogueira. Gostava de expor sua opinião sobre você ser uma colega de equipe no mínimo tolerável, ao mesmo passo que também vivia a dizer que você é uma piloto única em seu estilo, e que te considera a única competidora páreo para ele. Inclusive, foi ele que, indiretamente, colaborou para a criação do seu apelido dentro do esporte a motor: She-wolf – pelo seu modo agressivo e feroz de conduzir o carro. No entanto, quando são só vocês dois, ele insiste em te tratar apenas como uma lobinha, fingindo que suas garras não chegam a fazer cócegas. 

"Se, pelo menos, eu perdesse de maneira justa, não estaria reclamando," você retruca, tirando a balaclava que cobria seu rosto em um único puxão. Respirando direito, as suas inspiradas de ar eram carregadas de raiva. A adrenalina do treino livre ainda corria em suas veias, se misturando com a agitação de estar em mais uma discussão com o rapaz. "Mas você me jogou para fora da pista, tentou criar um espaço que não existe. Se não fosse pelo cagão do Venturinni, eu teria voado contra a parede". 

"Então você queria que eu não fizesse meu trabalho?" Enzo te responde com outra pergunta, 

fingindo incredulidade por você pressioná-lo. Essa era a rotina de vocês; discutir até sobre a formiguinha que passava no chão durante a corrida, sempre culpando um ao outro pelos erros de outrem. Tudo era munição para a guerrinha que existia entre vocês. Com uma risadinha descrente, ele nega com a cabeça, revirando os olhos enquanto cruza os braços na frente do corpo, "Pelo amor de Deus, garota, se você não quer correr, é só trocar de profissão… tira um ano sabático, vai pegar um sol. Só não vem querer me dizer como eu devo pilotar". 

Como se colocasse um ponto final na conversa, Enzo sai andando em direção aos repórteres, te deixando para trás. Te frustrava pensar em admitir isso, mas ele sempre tinha o controle em todas as discussões – e quando sentia que a vantagem lhe escapava, dava um jeito de contornar a situação, não importava como. Ser colega de equipe dele te dava a vantagem de perceber que, muitas vezes, o rapaz conduzia a própria vida como se fosse uma corrida. Sentia uma vontade natural de ganhar, estar em primeiro e se destacar, mesmo que a situação não pedisse isso.

Era complicado estabelecer qualquer tipo de relação com ele. Volúvel, Enzo não consegue permanecer no mesmo lugar por muito tempo, agindo de uma mesma forma. Sempre que tenta tirar o pé do acelerador e aproveitar a paisagem, caindo uma ou duas posições, algo sempre o propulsiona para frente e, quando você menos espera, ele já te ultrapassou. Ele muda de percurso como a água, chegando perto apenas para se afastar quando quer. 

É o dia do Grand Prix Italiano, e Monza é uma loucura. Sendo uma das últimas corridas do calendário, o fim do campeonato parece mais próximo do que todos imaginavam. O nervoso de encarar mais uma corrida te deixa mais distraída do que o normal enquanto observa os mecânicos trabalharem no seu carro, preparando-o para que tudo saia dentro dos conformes técnicos. A máquina só vai até certo ponto, o resto é com você. Se antes essa frase te enchia de inspiração, hoje ela parece apenas te preencher de temor. Parada ali com seu uniforme vermelho, seus dedos mal conseguem segurar as mechas do próprio cabelo, falhando em trançá-lo. Os pensamentos sobre a sua vice-liderança estão insistentes, martelando na única solução para o seu problema: se manter em uma pole position, acima da terceira, para ultrapassar a pontuação de Enzo. Depois de uma temporada incrível, digna de um documentário de superação, esse seria o desfecho perfeito… mesmo que seja contra a vontade de todos. Os chefes da equipe, a mídia e até os próprios pilotos faziam campanha pela vitória de Vogrincic; talvez por não acreditarem no seu merecimento, ou para dar continuidade a sequência de vitórias do uruguaio, garantindo seu bi-campeonato. 

Desde a sua subida ao pódio na corrida anterior, você batalhava contra o desejo de ir contra sua equipe, em uma corrida gananciosa pela glória. Os prós e os contras eram remoídos, fazendo a sua cabeça pesar de tanta dúvida.

"Deixa eu te ajudar com isso," a voz de Enzo surgiu e, distraída, mal percebeu que ele falava com você até o piloto parar bem ao seu lado. Também usava o macacão vermelho, com a pequena bandeira do Uruguai bordada junto de seu nome na faixa do quadril. 

Você não entende ao que ele se referia… com o que poderia te ajudar naquele momento? Será que se você pedisse com jeitinho suficiente, Enzo ficaria de fora da corrida? Sua mente realmente não estava muito boa naquele momento. E o curto-circuito pareceu piorar quando, com um suspiro impaciente, Vogrincic retira as suas mãos do seu cabelo, dividindo as mechas em três partes e fazendo a trança por você. O seu toque delicado contrastava com boa parte das interações que tiveram até o momento, mas não todas.

"Dá pra sentir teu nervosismo do outro lado da garagem," ele comenta enquanto os dedos trançavam os cabelos na coroa da sua cabeça. Já te viu fazendo o penteado tantas vezes que sabia exatamente como você gostava de usá-lo. Às vezes, te impressiona o tanto que ele parece te conhecer; o resultado de inúmeras noites mal dormidas nos hotéis com o passar dos anos, de estarem acorrentados a um estilo de vida em comum, dividindo o mesmo sonho, mesmo que com obstáculos tão diferentes. "É só mais uma corrida, você sabe que vai se dar bem". 

"Se você não me ultrapassar logo nos cinco primeiros segundos, talvez eu me dê mesmo," comenta, meio seca. Enzo dá aquela risada típica e você consegue sentir a leve suspirada dele no pé do seu pescoço. 

"Não posso te prometer nada," os dedos parecem se mover mais lentamente, se demorando ao chegar perto da metade do cabelo. Vocês permanecem em silêncio por alguns segundos, até que ele murmura, "Eu não me desculpei por aquela ultrapassagem, umas corridas atrás". 

Essa não era a primeira vez que ele vinha se desculpar por alguma atitude impulsiva durante um dos circuitos. Os pedidos de desculpas, sinceros, mas sempre um tanto indiferentes, também se tornaram parte da rotina de vocês. Às vezes, aconteciam logo após a corrida, ou quando dividiam uma garrafa de vinho no quarto do hotel, ou mesmo quando, já muito bêbados de mais daquela garrafa de vinho, ele te fodia de frente para o espelho do quarto, te encarando pelo reflexo e, entre gemidos quebrados, se desculpava até gozar dentro de você. 

A lembrança te faz piscar os olhos, mudando o peso de uma perna para a outra.

"Tá se desculpando só pra ficar limpo pra me jogar pra fora da pista hoje de novo?" você pergunta, virando o rosto um pouco para o lado, tentando ter um vislumbre do rosto do piloto. "O ideal seria você não fazer, sabe…"

"E eu não vou," te interrompe, e a voz soa tão séria que você pensa em acreditar na garantia. As mãos continuam trançando os fios do seu cabelo, na mesma velocidade lenta de antes. "Tô curioso pra ver se você vai ter coragem de pegar um P3 hoje". 

Você pisca de novo, dessa vez, surpresa com a revelação. Agora ele tá lendo a sua mente, porra? Tenta virar a cabeça para encará-lo, querendo uma conversa franca, olho no olho, mas as mãos dele são mais ágeis, te obrigando a ficar naquela mesma posição. Mesmo que não consiga olhar o rosto do uruguaio, você sabe que ele está com aquela expressão convencida, os lábios alongados naquele sorriso ridículo de sempre. A vontade de fazê-lo comer poeira borbulha na boca do seu estômago.

"Como é?" 

"Não precisa fingir que você não quer sair na minha frente, nena," ele ri, fazendo aquele arzinho bater contra a sua nuca de novo, "Dá pra ver pela sua cara que você tá se mordendo pra contrariar todo mundo. Mostrar serviço, que você é capaz… tem uma xuxinha aí?"

Com a pergunta inesperada, você se pega soltando a respiração que não percebeu prender. Bufando, puxa o elástico do próprio pulso e o entrega para o piloto, sentindo as bochechas queimarem em um misto de frustração e vergonha por ser tão fácil de ler. 

As mãos dele se movem rapidamente agora, finalizando a trança ao amarrar a xuxinha, prendendo as pontas. 

"Se preocupa não. Você vai se dar bem," ele te diz, colocando a mão em seu ombro e te fazendo virar para encará-lo. Você mal consegue compreender o turbilhão de sentimentos que explodem no seu peito ao vê-lo sorrir daquele jeito. Caçoando de você, a mão traça um caminho fervoroso, roçando sob a pele do seu pescoço, até a sua bochecha. Os dedos tamborilam ali, como se ele estivesse se proibindo de te dar um tapinha, "Só não vai ser melhor que eu". 

[nordschleifes]

chapter seven — el perdedor

➝ when that fateful day in montreal is repeated in belgium, charlie is sure that the fairy tale with fernando has come to an end. she just didn't expect that she hadn't been the biggest loser that afternoon.

➝ word count: 7,3k

➝ warnings: fight, cursing, bribery, an angry cat, smut

➝ author's note: tagging @christianpulisic10, @alonsogirlie and @enaticosencantados as requested.

Sitting inside the plane, tears were streaming down Charlie's cheeks. She was trying not to cry in earnest in fear of disturbing the two other passengers beside her, a man dozing against the window and a woman in the middle seat who was immersed in the movie. But, she wanted to. She needed to. She needed to get all the frustration and anger consuming her out.

She needed to do something other than ruminate on the fact that the fairy tale of just over two months between her and Fernando was over, ending in the worst possible way.

Fernando had just come off of an incredible streak, one that not even the most optimistic of his fans could have imagined. After the unsatisfactory race in Barcelona, he was fully motivated to get back onto the podium in Montreal.

— It was like I said yesterday, that was our last race off the podium, nena — Fernando had murmured to her, the morning before the first free practice of the weekend, while they were still in bed together.

Driven by that desire to turn the tables, the two agreed to use a more aggressive setup than Lance's. However, against Max Verstappen's practically unstoppable RB19, they needed much more than a good strategy and a perfectly tuned car.

They needed luck.

— Is Max in trouble? — asked Fernando, a few laps after his first stop, during the safety car caused by George Russell. At that point they were in second place, more concerned with fending off Lewis Hamilton than chasing the championship leader through the Circuit Gilles Villeneuve.

— He hasn’t reported anything, why?

— He’s braking too early in the turns.

— Understood, I'll check — she said as her eyes scanned the telemetry charts, comparing the two drivers' lines and noticing that Max's braking line was longer and smoother than Fernando's. “Something's wrong”, Charlie kept repeating to herself, as he watched the lap times continue to fall, lap after lap.

Then, Charlie got a message from Max, in a way. The engineers at the race support room in Silverstone informed her that he had complained of overheating brakes and had been advised by the team to cool them. After a brief conversation with them about what to do and the possibility of Max retiring, she opened the radio channel with Fernando.

— Max has problems with his brakes. Difference dropping one second per lap. It's time to attack, Fer.

— Copy — he replied.

Watching him chase the RB19 around the track like a predator was fascinating to Charlie. The way he found the tenths of a second in each curve, passing within what seemed like millimeters of the Armco barriers sent a shiver through her body. It was sensual, wild, a kind of dance.

— You have DRS available — she said, as soon as she saw the three letters light up on the screen, an indication that Fernando had closed the gap enough. The closest he'd been all season.

And then, at the hairpin, when Max braked, his wheel locked. Losing the apex of the corner, he headed towards the gravel trap, opening the door for Fernando to pass and take the lead on the Casino Straight.

— Yes! C’mon! — he said into the radio, as Charlie took a deep breath, trying to contain herself as much as the garage cheered effusively. She had to concentrate on helping him build up a lead over Lewis, while Verstappen struggled with his own car before pitting and retiring.

When the dark green car crossed the finish line, she felt like she was on cloud nine. On the other side of the radio, Fernando roared in celebration, as if he was letting off the pressure of ten years without a win in Formula 1. All those years of frustration, doubts and challenges in other categories, in search of that feeling, that moment, those seconds when the work had finally come to fruition.

It was a mission accomplished. The plan had finally worked.

Meeting him after the race, drenched in sweat and champagne, was another thrill. The effort not to kiss him right there in the pit lane, in front of the world, was overwhelming, despite him not making an attempt to hide his delight at seeing her. He hastily shoved the first place trophy in the hands of his press officer to run towards her, picking Charlie up and twirling around with her in his arms.

— Thank you, thank you, thank you — Fernando repeated in her ear, while she laughed, tears streaming down her cheeks — Thank you so much.

— I have to thank you — Charlie said softly as he set her down on the ground — You're amazing, Fer.

— And you're beyond amazing, nena — he replied, before hugging her again, the champagne that was still on his overalls soaking into the front of her uniform polo, leaving a damp spot.

Two more wins followed, one in England and one in Hungary. At both races, the feeling of seeing him happy and on top of the podium was sublime for Charlie, not just because she'd done her job well and helped him achieve his goals for the weekend. It was the smile on Fernando's face, the pride in his eyes when he heard the notes of the Spanish anthem, the way he hugged her when he finally saw her in the pit lane each time.

And just when everything seemed perfect, everything fell apart.

Sunday's race at Spa, the last before the summer break, had been a replay of that catastrophic afternoon in Canada when they were both at McLaren. When Charlie heard Raúl tell her that there was a problem with the fuel consumption, a pit formed in her stomach.

This couldn't be happening again. It couldn't. She didn't deserve this, Fernando didn't deserve this, especially not when they were so close.

— The injection system is feeding the power unit erratically, consumption is above normal — the performance engineer said, pointing to the screen where the graphics foreshadowed the impending disaster.

Charlie felt her heart pounding in her chest.

— Is there anything we can do?

— At that point, all we can do is retire the car to see if we can save something from this power unit.

— Is that coming from mission control? — she asked, trying to buy herself some time to try to put into action some breathing exercise Hannah had taught her.

— Yes, and Mike already gave the okay.

Heaving a sigh, Charlie pressed the button next to Fernando's name.

— Fer, we have a problem that we can’t resolve. We're going to have to retire the car — she said, as she braced herself for a catastrophic response. An outburst of curses or worse, him fighting with her over the radio. “Please, Fernando”, she begged mentally, while he remained silent, seeming to process the information that his race was over.

— Understood — the driver muttered.

As soon as the car pulled up in front of the garage, Charlie took off her headphones and left them on top of the pit wall. She was beside herself with sadness and dread. She tried to assure herself that the team made the best decision for their championship ambitions, she couldn't help but think of how frustrated Fernando would be about it.

At that moment, it was killing her.

She watched as he climbed out of the car and handed Mikey, his mechanic, his HANS device, and walked toward the back of the garage without even taking his helmet off. Charlie ran after him, crossing the pit lane to try to catch up.

— Fernando! — she exclaimed, as he walked towards the paddock — Wait, Fernando.

However, Fernando continued to ignore her, making no effort to take his helmet off as he walked into the Aston Martin motorhome. The guest area was full, and all eyes were fixed on him, then on her. "I must look like an idiot", Charlie thought to herself, as she climbed the stairs. 

She was out of breath by the time she reached the door of Fernando’s drivers room, but the door was open. She could see that he’d finally taken off his helmet and balaclava, his hair damp with sweat and sticking up at odd angles.

— Fer...

— What? — he asked gruffly, as he unzipped his overalls, revealing his black fireproofs.

— I'm sorry — Charlie said quietly.

The driver stared at her, not seeming to believe what she was saying.

— You’re sorry? Do you think that being sorry is of any use?

She blinked, stunned.

— I…

— Your sorry does me no good, because, in the end, I'm not on the track. I'm not doing what I love to do!

— I know…

— Why didn’t you let me stay out? — Fernando exclaimed, taking a step forward — Why didn't you ask me if I could continue?

— The car wouldn't have made it to the flag — Charlie stammered, her hands feeling clammy and cold.

— I could have figured it out, I could have.

— There was an issue with the fuel injection system, there was no way to keep going without severely damaging the rest of the power unit...

— Of course, for you there's never a way to keep going. The solution for you is to always accept the circumstances and do nothing.

— I never said we shouldn't do anything — she snapped.

— But you accepted that there was no resolution instead of talking to me and analyzing the alternatives.

— Do you think there's time to debate options in the middle of a race? Especially with you going 300km/h?

— It’s better than taking whatever shit life throws at you! You've been doing that since your McLaren days, haven’t you?

— Fernando, we don't need to talk...

— Actually, we don't need to — he said, cutting her off — You know I'm right. You know you’d been content for too long with that shitty team, with that fucking engine, and now that you have a chance to fight for more, you give up, just like you’re back there.

Charlie swallowed hard. Fernando didn’t know it, but by the end of her time at McLaren, she felt like she had stayed with the team far longer than she should have. Her working environment there was chaotic, made worse by the issues with the Honda and Renault engines, and the team’s inability to be competitive. But McLaren had taken her on fresh out of university and gave her a career in Formula 1, so she felt obligated to stay out of gratitude, even as things deteriorated season after season.

— You know why I was there so long...

— You stayed for the worst reason possible — he exclaimed — Staying only because your grandfather only likes English teams, that's ridiculous!

— He has his reasons...

— Stupid reasons that had you stick with a shitty, uncompetitive team when you could’ve moved on to bigger and better things! — Fernando shouted.

— Why does it matter? — Charlie said, raising her voice to match.

— It matters because you keep acting like you still work for McLaren and that all you can do is just give up! 

The rational part of Charlie begged her to turn her back and leave Fernando talking to the walls, to leave him to take out his own frustration with the awful afternoon he'd had. However, she couldn’t help but stand there.

— What do you mean by that?

— You keep acting like a fucking loser!

His words landed like a punch to the gut.

— A loser? — she murmured, feeling her throat tighten and her lower lip quiver.

— Yes, that’s what I said. Are you deaf?

— Fernando…

— Charlotte, just get out of here and leave me in peace.

She thought of thousands of things to say at that moment. However, all Charlie could think to do was to leave the room. She walked to the engineers' office to pick up her backpack, feeling disoriented. “I have to go, I have to get out of here”, she thought, as she walked out of the motorhome, down the paddock, straight through the exit turnstiles, all without pause.

While waiting for the Uber, Charlie sent a quick message to Raúl, making up an excuse for having to leave before debriefing with Fernando. The last thing she needed was for him to say even worse things in front of everyone else.

In less than three hours, she was flying back to England without a second thought. There was no reason for it. It was all over.

— Miss? — someone said, touching her shoulder as she stared out the window. Charlie startled a bit before turning her head to see that there was a flight attendant standing in the aisle, a worried expression on her face — Do you need anything?

She hesitated for a few seconds, her mind searching for something plausible to say.

— No, I’m okay.

— Are you sure?

— Yeah, it's just something in my eye — Charlie lied, rubbing at her eyes in an effort to cover for herself.

— Well, if you need anything, we're here for you.

— Thanks — she replied, giving a sheepish smile.

After landing, Charlie drove to her grandparents' house to pick up Ron. Her grandparents always watched Charlie’s cat while she was out of town. As she put the cat’s carrier in the back seat, Amanda asked about her puffy eyes and red nose, irritated from rubbing it on the sleeve of her team sweatshirt.

— I'm fine, grandma, don't worry — Charlie said, as she sat in the driver's seat, forcing a smile.

If only she believed what she was saying.

Returning to her empty apartment was dismal. It was the start of summer break for Charlie. For the next four weeks, there would be no Formula 1, no traveling, no simulations to analyze, no videos to watch, no plans to make.

In a way, it was a good thing, as it would give Charlie the time and attention to focus on other things. She was determined to use the break wisely. She had a bookcase to assemble after buying it for her office over three months ago. There was a faucet in her kitchen that was leaking and needed to be fixed. She needed to organize her vinyl record collection after dismantling it to find one specific record to show Fernando during a video call — one of what seemed like hundreds that they’d had over the past few months.

“Forget about him”, Charlie told herself, shaking her head in order to physically push the thought away. He was part of the past, a reminder of something that no longer existed. The Fernando of the past few months was just a ruse. The real Fernando was the guy she’d known for so long. The real Fernando was the two-time world champion, demanding and uncompromising, who said and did what he wanted without regard for how his actions affected other people. The Fernando that she’d come to like was just in Charlie’s imagination, he never really existed, not even in her dreams.

 "Was it all just a lie?", she asked herself, as she laid down on the bed with Ron purring at her feet.

She fell asleep with that question on her mind.

The first week of the summer break was tedious. Charlie busied herself with household chores, trips to the factory, and visits to her grandparents, not allowing herself a moment to think. It was intentional — she wanted to distract herself and not allow herself to imagine what it would be like to spend her summer break in Switzerland, especially not at a particular villa in Lugano.

But the second week was torture. With the factory on lockdown and a mandated restriction on the work she could do, her avenues for distraction were limited. She’d accomplished all of the chores around the house she’d wanted to do, as well. With no reason to leave the house, she found herself trapped in a cycle that consisted of drinking wine, watching LOST and feeling frustrated every time her cell phone’s screen lit up and it wasn’t Fernando.

After what had happened at Spa, she hadn't received any calls or texts from him. In fact, it was as if he had disappeared entirely, as not even his Instagram had been updated after the race. Charlie didn't want to admit it, but the lack of updates made her more anxious. She couldn’t even find recent photos from fans that had him tagged. What kind of Formula 1 driver was he to not post a single photo of his summer vacation?

That was the question she asked herself on Saturday night, when the doorbell to her flat rang.

— I’m coming, calm down — Charlie yelled, as she set her glass of wine on the coffee table and extricated herself from her sofa. She’d been lying on it with Ron on her chest for the last few hours, watching something mindless on television. It was strange for someone to ring her doorbell, and her first thought as she opened the door was that it would be Rita, her elderly neighbor, asking for her help with something.

But, it wasn’t Rita. 

Standing in the doorway, wearing a black T-shirt, looking forlorn with his hands in the pockets of his jeans, was Fernando. However, it wasn't the clothes or the messy hair that caught Charlie's attention. It was the sadness present in his eyes.

— Good evening — he said softly.

— What are you doing here? — Charlie asked, her voice as dry and unimpressed as she could make it.

— I came to see you.

She snorted.

— As far as I last knew, you said you didn't want to see me anymore.

The driver let out a heavy sigh.

— Can we talk?

— We're already talking.

— Somewhere more private, I mean.

Charlie pursed her lips. Her neighbors definitely didn't need to see her arguing with Fernando Alonso in the hallway. She stepped aside and gestured for her to come in. He couldn't help but smile as he walked past her, into the living room of her flat.

Closing the door, Charlie took a deep breath before turning towards him. The driver was standing in the middle of the living room, looking around curiously. Seeing him in her flat gave her an odd feeling, until she realized something.

That was the first time he’d been to her flat.

— How did you find my address? — she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

— I spoke with HR — Fernando replied with a smile.

— And they gave you my address without saying anything?

— Of course not. They told me they couldn't hand over sensitive information about another employee, even someone who works closely with me. I tried to argue that I needed your address to send you a birthday gift, but they didn’t buy that.

She blinked.

— My birthday isn’t until October.

— I know.

Charlie hesitated, trying to puzzle out the situation.

— So, how…

— I made a personal appearance in the HR office and had a conversation with an intern. If you want an important tip for life, always have an envelope with you, you never know when you'll need it.

Charlie was shocked.

— You bribed an intern to get my address?

— Bribery is a very strong word, Charlie.

— How else would you describe it?

— I prefer “gratitude for services rendered”.

Running a hand over her face, she couldn't believe what he had done.

— And how much did my address cost?

— Less than Lewis’ mechanics cost me in 2007, that's for sure.

— How much? — Charlie repeated the question, placing a hand on her hip.

— A hundred pounds and an autograph.

She snorted, half outraged, half impressed by his audacity. Charlie couldn't fathom how troublesome that had been. Bribing someone for personal information could lead to serious problems within the company, both for him and the intern. But at the same time that she was pissed off, a part of her was in awe of all that effort on his part.

— What do you want, Fernando?

— I already told you, I wanted to see you.

— Well, if that's all, you’ve seen me, so you can go now.

— Charlie — he murmured, in a sad tone — I want to talk…

— What could we possibly have to talk about, Fernando?

— Charlie, you know what we have to talk about, and that’s what happened in Spa…

She shook her head.

— If you skipped out on your vacation to come to Northampton…

— Charlie...

— Just to complain about your fucking fuel injection system, you can leave right now, because I won't listen to any more of it…

— Fuck, Charlotte, I came to apologize! — he exclaimed, interrupting her.

Charlie felt her heart skip a beat.

— But…

— I came here to apologize to you — he repeated, in a lower tone — I came here to tell you that I was an asshole to you, and I’m sorry. I was upset about what happened at the race, but I shouldn't have any of the things I said to you.

— But you did say those things — she whispered.

— And I regret every word of it — Fernando continued — I regret saying that you act like a loser, I regret saying that your reasons for staying at McLaren were stupid. What I regret most, though, is when I asked you to leave me in peace.

— Why? — Charlie asked, feeling her throat tighten.

— Because it’s been horrible. It hasn’t been peaceful at all. Not having you by my side is the worst thing in the world, Charlotte. If living in peace means not having you with me, I would rather live in hell.

— Fer...

— I'm serious, Charlie — he said, stepping forward — I don't want you to leave me in peace. I want you to make every second of my life hell. Make my life an eternal torture if you need to. Please, make my life hell. 

Her eyes burned with tears.

— I accept everything you do to me if it means I find heaven on your lips — Fernando whispered, his eyes wet — Torture me, destroy me. But please, don't leave me, Charlotte. Don't leave me alone. Because that is the real hell. 

Charlie's lower lip quivered as her chest filled with a familiar, overwhelming warmth. Leaving Spa like she had had been horrible, almost as if she was leaving her own heart behind, and she’d found out the hard way that it was exactly what she’d done.

When she turned and left Fernando’s driver room, she’d left her heart with him.

— Come here, dickhead — she finally said, opening her arms.

Fernando stepped towards her, enveloping her in a tight embrace. With her head nestled against his neck, Charlie closed her eyes and allowed the tears that had been building to spill down her cheeks onto the fabric of his T-shirt. A few seconds later, he pulled back slightly, looking down at her. His eyes were red, and his cheeks were damp.

— Thank you — he whispered, resting his forehead on hers.

— For what? — she asked quietly.

— For not giving up on me.

She smiled as she brought a hand to his face, gently cupping his cheek.

— If I didn't give up on you even when you were the biggest asshole in the world, I wouldn't give up on you now.

Giggling, he moved closer to Charlie's face, kissing her gently. The taste of their tears mingled with the taste of the wine she had been drinking. After a few seconds, the driver pulled her face away slightly, his nose brushing her skin.

— Mi cielo. Mi paz. Mi luz — he murmured, pecking her lightly between the words.

Charlie couldn’t understand what his words meant, but hearing them in his delicious accent were enough to make her melt in his arms and kiss him even harder. As she felt Fernando's hands sliding down her back towards her ass, something inside her started to burn, her skin tingling.

She needed more than hugs or kisses.

She needed to fuck him.

Tugging on the front of his shirt, Charlie started to lead him through the corridors of her flat towards her bedroom. They stumbled on the way, unable to keep their hands off each other, divesting each other of their clothes as they walked. It would be almost funny to an outside observer, with arms getting trapped in t-shirts, a lock of Charlie’s hair ending up in Fernando’s mouth in the chaos, the stumbling and grasping and groping at the wall to find the bedroom lightswitch. However, as soon as Charlie felt the edge of her mattress behind her legs, a wave of warmth ran over her skin.

— Mi nena — Fernando purred as he placed her on the bed, his teeth grazing her neck — Te extrañé tanto, mi cielo.

— Fuck, Fer — Charlie grumbled, bringing her hands up to his shoulders, nails digging lightly into his skin.

And then, a loud hiss made Fernando yelp and stand up, looking startled at something above Charlie’s head. Following his gaze, she realized they weren't alone in the room. Standing on Charlie’s pillow with his back arched, fur standing on end, and ears back, was Ron.

— I think someone isn't happy that we interrupted his nap — the driver said to her, with a smile. Then, he stretched out his hand towards the cat — Hello…

However, if he expected the cat to sniff his hand in greeting, he was wrong. Ron gave Fernando a warning growl, even louder than before, before swiping at his hand with his front paw. Charlie pushed Fernando off of her and stood up.

— No, Ron, not like that! — she said, scolding the cat as she picked him up and set him on the floor — Be nice! We’ve already talked about this.

As she watched the orange cat bolt from her bedroom, Charlie ran a hand over her face. She had forgotten about Ron’s tendency to nap on her bed. She was embarrassed, but at the same time, she certainly didn’t blame the cat. He had been snoozing peacefully in the dark before being so rudely interrupted by the presence of a stranger, after all.

— Ron, huh? — she heard from behind her. When she turned around, she found Fernando sitting on the bed, a mischievous smile on his face — I guess I know your cat’s name now. 

— Yeah, that’s Ron — Charlie replied.

— I didn't know you were a Harry Potter fan.

She blinked.

— I’m not… Not really.

The driver raised an eyebrow.

— But Ron is one of the characters, right? With red hair? I remember watching one of the movies with my nieces.

— I think so, but his name isn't Ron after Ron from Harry Potter.

— Where is his name from, then?

— Ron Dennis — she replied.

Fernando’s face fell.

— Are you joking?

— No, he's named after Ron Dennis.

Fernando laughed, incredulous.

— Did you name your cat after the guy who hates me?

— Yeah — Charlie said, closing the bedroom door.

— Charlotte! — the driver exclaimed.

— What? — she replied, with her hand on the doorknob — Are you bothered by my cat’s name?

— Of course, you named him after someone that hates me!

— Why do you think I chose that name?

Fernando blinked, looking shocked.

— Do you hate me? — he asked softly.

Charlie snorted, before stripping off the cotton bralette and shorts she was wearing, along with her panties. Then, placing her hands on her hips, she glared at him.

— Does it seem like I hate you?

Fernando was staring at her, his mouth open for a reply that seemed to get lost on the way to his lips. His pupils dilated as he took in every detail of her body, almost like he was trying to memorize details he’d seen dozens of times, from the fair and soft skin from her belly to the tattoo in her ribs of a V10 engine.

 Charlie walked towards him, stopping in the space between his legs.

— I asked you a question — she said, her voice hard and serious.

— What was it again? — he mumbled, his eyes fixed on her breasts.

Charlie shook her head before touching her fingers to Fernando’s chin, gently tipping his head up to bring his gaze to hers. 

— Does it seem like I hate you?

— No.

— Because I don't — she said softly, her fingers stroking his cheek — On the contrary. I quite like you, Fer.

Leaning on his shoulders, Charlie straddled Fernando's lap, her knees pressed against the mattress. The closeness of his skin to hers made her shiver, a mixture of excitement and anticipation that made something tingle just below her navel.

— Nena — the driver murmured, his hands drifting down to her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze.

— I like you quite a bit, my dear — Charlie continued, as she felt his beard brush against her skin as he buried his face in her neck — And my cat's name doesn't mean anything anymore.

— Mi cielo — Fernando whispered, before bringing his hands to her cheeks and slowly lying down on the bed. Then he kissed her slowly, his tongue patiently exploring her mouth, as if their week apart had dulled his memory of what she felt like, and he wanted to remember every inch of her again.

Pulling away slightly, Charlie unbuttoned Fernando’s jeans. With a laugh, she pulled them down with his underwear. Fernando smiled as his erection was revealed.

— Do you have a condom, or do I have to go to the car and get one?

She rolled her eyes as she positioned herself on top of him.

— Only if you go downstairs like that.

— Like that?

— Naked — Charlie said, with a smirk — It would be fun to see.

— Do you think your neighbors would appreciate it? — he asked, his fingers pressing into her hips as she brought her hand to his cock and pumped it a few times.

— My neighbors include a gay couple and an elderly widow. The sight of a handsome man like you walking naked down the hall would probably be pretty exciting — she replied, bringing her face closer to his — But, I don't think we need a condom today.

— Don't you want to see me running to the car naked?

— I don't want them to see you naked — Charlie said, towering over him — That's for my eyes only. 

Pulling her hips down onto his, Fernando let out a growl as he penetrated her, while Charlie let out a long sigh, the pleasure coursing through her body like a warm wave. They had already had sex dozens of times, in many places and positions, but the first few seconds always felt like the first time they became intimate on that night in Imola, like settling into a warm bath.

— All good? — he asked through clenched teeth.

— Yeah, my dear. And you?

— Yeah, just — Fernando stopped moving for a moment, seemingly to try and catch his breath — You're going to drive me crazy, nena.

Charlie chuckled.

— We’ll see — she replied, moving her hips slowly, gasping softly as she felt his cock brush against a specific spot inside her.

It didn't take long for them to find a rhythm that they both liked, with Charlie resting one hand just above the tattoo on his abdomen to steady herself. The sound of their bodies colliding mingled with their sighs and moans, as well as her wetness, which was already forming a shiny layer on his cock.

— Fuck — Fernando groaned, his hands making their way up her stomach until he could cup her breasts. The way he was touching her, with his rough fingers massaging her sensitive nipples, made heat course through Charlie's body in ever-increasing waves.

— Yes, Fer, yes — she moaned, tightening her hold on his hip, rubbing her own clit against his pubic bone. Charlie felt as if she were in limbo between agony and ecstasy, her muscles tensing as she chased her release. It was tantalizingly close, but still too far away. 

Suddenly, Fernando decided to take matters into his own hands. He planted his feet on the mattress for maximum leverage, gripped Charlie's waist tightly and began to thrust, angling his hips so Charlie canted forward a bit, giving her more friction where she wanted it. The sudden change in pace had her letting out a loud moan, her nails digging into his arms.

— You're going to come… For me… Mi cielo ? — he asked through gritted teeth, his fingers pressing into her skin harder with each thrust. The driver seemed to be clinging to the little self-control left in his body to get her closer to her orgasm.

— I… Yes, fuck, yes!

— Then… Come — he growled, practically as an order.

And then, Charlie came undone. 

Pressing her knees against his ribs, she felt her body become seized by the tension before relaxing, the pleasure coursing through her like an overwhelming tsunami. Beneath her, Fernando gave a few definitive thrusts, his voice strained as he called Charlie by her full name as he released himself, deliciously hot, inside her. Still shaking, she collapsed on top of him, her eyes half-closed and her heart racing in her chest.

They stayed in that position for what seemed like an eternity. There was no reason to move when she felt complete, with Fernando inside her, hot and pulsing as he gradually softened. There was no reason to move, not when she was enjoying being back where she should have been all along, where she always wanted to be.

— Are you okay, nena ? — Charlie heard Fernando whisper below her. Cocking her head, she found him looking at her with a tired little smile on her face.

— I’m wonderful. And you?

— I'm great, actually.

— Good — she replied softly, smiling.

A few seconds of silence followed, the two gazing at each other as if neither of them knew what to say. For Charlie, there weren’t words that felt adequate enough to describe what she was feeling. That almost unbearable feeling of joy and desire and satisfaction that filled her chest and made her want to laugh and cry at the same time.

— I missed you — Fernando whispered, caressing Charlie’s cheek with his fingers.

— I missed you too — she said, smiling. Fernando smiled, bringing his lips to hers and kissing her gently, one hand sliding down her back, resting against the base of her spine in a gesture that felt equally affectionate and protective. It was a simple contact, but it felt so intimate that it made Charlie wish that time would stop, so that they never had to leave.

However, it was not to be.

The sound of Ron meowing and scratching at the bedroom door made her let out a long, frustrated sigh.

— I think someone isn't happy — Fernando muttered.

— He must be hungry — Charlie replied, snuggling his head on the driver's chest, trying to enjoy every last moment she could with him — This is normally when I feed him.

— Do you want to get up?

— No, but I need to get up. If I don’t, he will whine all night.

He placed a kiss on her forehead.

— Stay here, I'll get you something to clean you up — Fernando said, as he put her on the mattress and finally got out of Charlie's body. The empty feeling had her pressing her thighs together, trying to push away the discomfort.

— You can get one of the flannels from the bathroom — she instructed as watched him get out of bed.

— Where is that? — he asked, his eyes scanning the room, doubtlessly searching for his underwear.

— Second door on the left — Charlie replied, stifling a laugh when she realized he had a hand on his own cock — And you don't have to hide your dick here.

Fernando looked over his shoulder at her, a sly smile on his face.

— You're a naughty little thing, you know that? — he said, before taking his hand away and stepping out of the room. As Fernando disappeared into the hallway, Charlie saw Ron slip inside and jump onto the mattress. He sat at the edge of the bed, watching Charlie carefully.

He gave her a meow that sounded like a whine.

— Oh, my love — Charlie murmured, reaching out her hand to scratch his tufted ears. He backed away a little, before leaning his head closer and sniffing her fingers, which probably smelled like a Formula 1 driver to Ron. However, the cat soon relented, pressing his head into her hand — I'm going to feed you, okay? Just wait a little bit.

Fernando returned to the bedroom, already in his underwear and with a damp flannel in his hand. With a small smile, he sat on the edge of the bed, close to her legs. His presence made Ron hiss as the tip of his fluffy tail twitched angrily.

— No, Ron — Charlie scolded him again while scratching under his chin — No fighting with Fernando, he's my friend.

— Friend? — he asked, raising an eyebrow at her, resting a hand on one of her knees.

— Yeah, friend. My friend.

— Just your friend?

— Yes, is there a problem with that?

— No, Charlotte — Fernando replied, gently swiping the damp fabric over her labia — I just wonder if you let all your friends clean your pussy after having sex with you.

— Well, do you let all your friends ride your cock, Fernando? — Charlie asked, mimicking his sarcasm.

He chuckled, pulling his hand away from between her legs.

— Not all of them — the driver said, causing her to raise an eyebrow — Only one, actually. The prettiest one.

— Do I know her? — she asked, sitting up in bed.

— Yes, you see her every day in the mirror — Fernando replied, giving one of those smiles that made Charlie's heart melt — I'll take this to the laundry basket. Do you need anything?

— No, I’m fine. I need to get up and feed Ron.

— Want your clothes?

— I'll get something from the closet — she said, as she got up from the bed, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. However, before going to the wardrobe, Charlie felt one of Fernando's hands slide around her waist, stopping her for a few seconds. When she turned her face, she found him staring at her with a goofy smile on his face.

— You're beautiful — he murmured.

— You already said that.

— I don't mind repeating myself.

— And I don’t mind hearing you repeat yourself.

— You’re beautiful. The most beautiful woman in the world.

She gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek before walking to her dresser, grabbing the first clothes she saw. Afterwards, she walked to the kitchen, Ron following after on her heels. She put a scoop of kibble in Ron’s bowl and crouched next to him, encouraging to eat, but watching his owner interact with the interloper seemed to make Ron lose his appetite. After a few minutes, though, he started picking at the food in the wide, flat dish, his head shaking as he crunched.

— Good boy. Now, it’s time to go to bed — she said, after Ron had seemingly eaten his fill. She walked back to the bedroom with Ron following after her again, jumping up to his usual spot next to Charlie’s pillow. However, upon seeing Fernando lying on the bed again, Ron hissed and left the room. "I'll sort this out tomorrow", Charlie thought to herself. Charlie laid down next to Fernando, and he threw his arm around her waist, pulling her body closer to his.

— Good night, nena — Fernando whispered, kissing her neck.

— Good night, Fer.

The sun was shyly peeking through the crack in the curtain when Charlie woke up the next day. Stretching a hand across the sheets, she found it strange that they were cold. As she opened her eyes, trying to clear the remnants of sleep from her vision, she found that she’d woken up alone. She was a little puzzled, but went to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. 

The silence inside the apartment was unsettling, especially with the knowledge that she’d fallen asleep in someone’s arms, and that someone was nowhere to be seen. However, as soon as Charlie entered the living room, she felt her heart warm.

Fernando was sitting in an armchair near the sliding door that led to her flat’s balcony. His face was illuminated by the sun’s rays that managed to break through the cloudy Northampton summer sky. His eyes were closed and his head was tipped back, and he seemed to be in his own world. As she got closer, Charlie noticed that Fernando was chewing on something.

The grumbling of an irritable cat made Fernando open his eyes and look down to his feet. Ron hissed at him again, clearly disturbed by Fernando’s presence, but too stubborn to actually move. After years of being the only male in the household, he clearly felt threatened by the arrival of another, especially one who stole his owner’s attention and affection. Fernando just smiled at the ginger-colored instigator. 

— I didn’t think cats liked peaches — he murmured, taking another bite of fruit, the juice running down his chin, some of it getting caught in his beard. He swiped at the edges of his mouth with his fingers as the remnants made them glisten in the sunlight.

Charlie watched without saying anything, and felt something tingling below her navel, and felt her heart racing a little. The shine on his lips reminded her of the times when Fernando had laid her in bed and taken her to her climax with his mouth. The memory of him between her legs, his eyes locked on hers as he pleasured her with his tongue made her melt.

It was then, seeing Fernando looking so comfortable in her flat, remembering their nights together, that made her realize just how much she had missed him.

Charlie had missed their stolen kisses and touches, the words murmured with desire in her ear. She had missed his stubble brushing the inside of her thighs, his tongue and fingers circling her clit, the satisfied sounds he made when he felt her pull at his hair.

Charlie walked quietly toward the balcony door, watching as Fernando took another bite of the peach. Then, as he chewed, he turned his face to her, giving her a small smile.

— Good morning, nena — he murmured, his mouth still full.

Without saying anything, Charlie eased herself into his lap, wrapping one of her arms around the back of his neck. Then she brought the thumb of her free hand to his chin, wiping away the juice and fruit pulp caught in his beard and bringing it to her mouth, savoring the sweet notes of fruit on her tongue.

However, nothing was sweeter than the way Fernando looked at her.

— Good morning — Charlie said, before kissing him slowly and deeply, enjoying the taste of fruit on his lips. It was sensual, almost erotic, and unlike anything she’d ever done. But she felt comfortable like this, like it was just part of their daily routine.

Pulling her face away from his, she nestled her head into the crook of his neck, eyes closed against the sunlight. "This is heaven", Charlie thought, as she felt Fernando caress her arm.

— Have you been up long?

— About 20 minutes, I think. Ron woke me up.

Charlie cocked her head toward Ron.

— He did?

— He climbed on top of me and stared at me for a while. When I tried to pet him, he started grumbling.

She sighed, looking down at the cat. Charlie felt bad for not taking their introduction more slowly, but there was nothing to be done. It wasn’t like she was expecting Fernando to drop by any time soon. 

— Yeah, I don’t think he likes you.

— What a surprise, another Ron that hates me — he muttered.

— Well, unlike the human Ron, this one can be won over.

— How? Do I need to neatly slice up my fruit before eating it in front of him?

— No, we can start with treats. This Ron doesn't care how you eat your peaches.

— The human Ron does.

— Well, that’s just one of his problems — Charlie sneered as she stood up from Fernando’s lap. — You’re familiar with how bribery works, so let’s bribe this cat.

[thecondemnedangelgabriel]

She's a Troll and a Junkie and a Stalker and Harasser and She's an Alcoholic and a Tramp Perdedor and a Vindictive Dirty Nessuno, She's a Vile Pervert and also SO Freakishly Sexually Fucked Up and Repressed! She's Practically A NUN... She's a Madwoman who SEES and Hears Things and She's SO MENTALLY ILL and Evil AND a Racist, She's a Karen and She's interested in Black Magical Sex Abuse and Satanism and She's Right Wing and a Terf and also an Anti Feminist Trans Lover... She's a British Nationalist and a Terrorist Anti Government Criminal AND She's been to Prison and She's been to the Nuthouse and She's friends with Criminals and Tramps and the Horrible, O She's a Predator Sexual and She's Definitely a Sex Offender and when She Posts Art She's a Stalker of ALL MENTIONED in Her So Called Memoir and She's Evidentially a Flasher because She Once Photographer Her Body for a So Called Art Project but don't mention that and Nobody Wants Her and Everybody is SICK of Her and She does not know when to FUCK OFF... O She's been Arrested for 'Beating Girls Up' and She's 'Not Allowed Near Her Children...' She's a Breach of the Peace and an Abuser and Bad Mum and She's SO Disturbingly Obsessed with Sexual Depravity and Punishment and She's been Bothering Journalists for years with Her Paranoid Schizophrenia and Awful Petty Delusion and She's SO VAIN She Should Get Off Her Fat Arse and Get a Job and CONTRIBUTE TO SOCIETY though She is also somebody that should be Locked Up For Life SHE SHOULD HAVE HER DEVICES CHECKED...

The Filthy Freak

Then they will Find Out

Who WE Say She Is, WE Know She Is, I'm Not Alone O O

She OPENLY CALLS Herself a 'White Witch'...

Now She Says She's GOD Herself O O O

Religious Madwoman

She's An Abuser Of Children And Internet Criminal And Hacker

Sara Annwyl's a Stalking Serial Killer

It's been Obvious and WE Always Knew about this Online Grifter O

Calling Herself an 'Artist', it's Ridiculous

There In Plain View

NO SMOKE WITHOUT FIRE

O O H

O O O

Horacio Zabala, Art is a Jail, (rubber stamp, copper wire and ink on paper), 1972 [Henrique Faria Fine Art, New York, NY. © Horacio Zabala]

[betweenthebarses]

Extiendo mi mano pero nadie la toma.

loser

[dumb-hat]

Alright, everyone, let’s mosey

Like a lot of people, I’ve got Final Fantasy VII Remake loaded on my PS4. I’m in the interesting position of working in an essential business, but not being so essential that I can’t take time off, so luckily I was able to just pull about two weeks straight to get four days off in a row. So this is going to be a long, long shift, but once I’m done here tonight, I’m good. My wife works from home and put in for vacation time back in... January, I think? So she’s set, too. We’ve played a lot of games together over the years, but I think Final Fantasy VII is the game that defines our relationship, to the extent that any does. Some of our earliest conversations were about unnoodling some stuff we both misremembered about the plot, or about favorite scenes, characters, or even enemies in the game. We’ve replayed it... I want to say three times? I know we’ve started it at least that many, though I’m not sure how many times we’ve finished it together. We tried to play Dirge of Cerberus, we really did. We’ve watched Advent Children countless times.  The point is, that no matter what else we pick up, that’s the game we come back to. It’s the game that feels like us. I’m so excited for this game, but I’m just as excited for the chance to play it with her. She had said earlier that this is our chance to play FF7 for the first time together, and I can’t think of anything better.   Anyway, this is just a really long, gushy, mushy way of saying that you shouldn’t be too surprised if you don’t see either of us in FFXIV that much for a few days. We’ll probably still be around here in between fighting over the controller, but don’t be surprised if we’re, y’know, not. Oh, as an aside, look, I’m not saying @luck-and-larceny is perfect, but I am saying that she agreed to get up and put some lasagna in the oven at 5 AM so it’s ready when I get home and we get ready to play.