#shut up sido

[6do100je]

alright i think that's enough silly and stupid henriam that despite all the mean shit they say and do to each other it's all for the shits and giggles because at the end of the day they're each other's bestest friends and they know each other so well that they can do all of that and they're the guy they'll always turn to

time to go back to resentful and codependent drake whose first experience of a deep friendship are each other that they don't know how to act in order to keep the other by their side because they believe acknowledging who they really are will tear them apart so they don't but it happens anyway and in the process tear each other apart as well

[cordeliawhohung]

¡Hola! Disculpa si el mensaje es en español pero no sé como expresarme en inglés sin que parezca un curso de idiomas en nivel 1 🤡. Estoy aquí para decirte que, amo absolutamente tu AU!Mafia y ha sido de las joyas que he encontrado en este lugar. ✨ *escala las paredes y patalea en la cama*

¿Podrías darnos más de John Price x Reader? Algo como una escena de celos y posesión, pero esta vez por parte de Reader donde una mujer intenta coquetearle a su hombre y todo se pone MUY INTENSO *menea las cejas y se frota las manos*

Si no es mucho pedir, me encantaría algo de smut. Pleaseeee 🥹❤️🙏🏻

rough english translation: Hello! Sorry the message is in Spanish but I don't know how to express myself in English without it sounding like a level 1 language course 🤡. I'm here to tell you that, I absolutely love your AU!Mafia and it has been one of the gems I have found here. ✨ *climbs the walls and kicks on the bed* Could you give us more of John Price x Reader? Something like a scene of jealousy and possession, but this time by Reader where a woman tries to flirt with her man and everything gets VERY INTENSE *wiggles eyebrows and rubs hands* If it's not too much to ask, I'd love some smut. Pleaseeee ❤️🙏🏻

sorry this took so long to get out! i once again went overboard. also, never apologize for language barriers!!! and sorry this turned out to be mostly smut... i still hope you enjoy!

mafia!141 masterlist

warnings: jealous wife!reader, fem!reader, alcohol and slight intoxication, porn with little plot, some more possessive sex, oral f!recieving, fingering, p in v sex, creampie, kitchen sex, i think that's about it? 2.8k word count because i'm a freak.

It started with dinner. High profile leaders from several crime syndicates, including your husband John Price, would periodically take turns hosting lavish meals for one another in the name of good business. People would invite their partners and members of the mafia family to these events to mingle and on occasion settle disputes. Of course your husband brought you along, as he would never pass up an opportunity to show you off. The two of you were dressed to the nines in a sharp suit and a beautiful silky dress. Delicious food and appetizers had your stomachs full in no time, and a bubbling heat fizzed along your skin from all the wine you had consumed that night. 

Everything went well until suddenly it didn’t. Some pretty thing in a short dress kept batting her eyelashes at John every chance she got. Which was fine. It was only natural for people to window shop. But then her fingers would graze his arm, and her laughter would ring too sweetly at any comment he made. Her voice was saccharine and she was young, much younger than you, and your blood boiled with every sickly sweet comment, laugh, and glance she threw your husband's way. 

The ride home was bitterly silent save for the dull rumble of the car's engine and whatever radio station John had droning through the speakers. A hazy drunkenness clouded your thoughts and an all consuming frustration and sour jealousy filled the area in your stomach that the alcohol couldn’t. Whatever conversation John attempted to start was quickly shut down by you with short answers or cutting silence, something that had him heavily sighing as he pulled into the driveway of your home. 

It wasn’t until the two of you made it through the entrance that John really attempted to figure out what was wrong. You stormed through the kitchen in search of something to drink when he wrapped a hand around your waist.  It took everything in you not to swat him away. 

“Everythin’ alright, Darling?” he asked.

You hated how he looked at you with such concern and adoration. There was just something so frustrating about the dark blue of his eyes and the warmth of his body against yours. Maybe you were just angry with his blatant ignorance of the situation.

“I’m fine,” you replied sharply. 

By some miracle you were able to slip out of John’s grasp, but it wasn’t long before his hands were on you again. Redirecting you like some wild dog, he moved you so that your lower back was pressed against the island counter and you tried your best to avoid his gaze despite the fact he stood right in front of you with his hands resting at your hips, trapping you. The scent of his cologne was almost more intoxicating than the wine in your system, and you felt your teeth dig into your cheek in an attempt to keep yourself grounded. 

“You’re not,” he countered with slight humor in his tone. “I’m not lettin’ you go to bed angry at me.” 

“Who said I was angry at you?” you retorted. 

“If you were angry about anythin’ else you’d be talking my ear off about it by now.” 

It shouldn’t have surprised you that he was able to read you that well. The two of you had been married for a few years, and known each other longer, after all. Still, he wasn’t able to read you well enough to figure out what had bothered you to begin with. So you tilted your head as you stared up at him, and though you crossed your arms in an attempt to get some space from him, he didn’t budge much from his position. 

“That girl at Shepherd’s dinner,” you said with a tight jaw. 

“What girl?” he asked. 

His question was so blatantly ignorant you nearly laughed. Instead, you rolled your eyes and let out a strong huff before turning your searing gaze back to him. “What girl… the one who was practically throwing herself at you! There’s no way you could tell me you didn’t notice her.” 

There was a slight pause after your explanation, and it made you realize that he truly didn’t know what you were talking about. All you received from him were tense eyebrows and twitching lips. It was difficult to tell if that made you feel better or worse about the situation, but you still weren’t exactly thrilled with your husband at that moment. 

“You’ve got to be joking,” you grumbled. 

“I’m sorry, love, I really didn’t notice,” he said. His thumbs began to gently caress your hips through the silky fabric of your dress, and you tried to ignore the tingling sensation he caused by shifting your crossed arms. 

“Seriously?” you retorted. “Oh, Mr. Price, you’re so funny! All while she’s trying to rip your arm off she’s hanging off of it so bad.” 

“I didn’t notice,” he said again, voice dropping low as he leaned closer. “Why would I notice her when I’m too busy looking at you?” 

Something pulled in you at that comment, and you swallowed down the dry aftertaste of wine that lingered in your mouth. John’s lips parted slightly as he leaned forward, and though the jealousy in you told you to tell him no, you stayed still as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. 

“Been lookin’ at you the whole night; couldn’t wait until we got home,” he mumbled into the crown of your head. His hands began to wander while he spoke, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips and then your thighs. “You know you’re all mine, right? You’re all mine and I’m all yours. Do you need me to remind you?” 

As John spoke, you realized he slowly got lower and lower until his knees were on the kitchen floor. Kneeling in front of you, his hands rubbed at your ankles as they dived underneath the skirt of your dress. He began to bunch the fabric up as his hands slid along your legs, exposing your skin inch by inch. It was a miracle steam didn’t pour from your body due to how warm you felt, and you found yourself gripping the edge of the island counter as the lacy fabric of your panties became exposed. 

“What are you doing?” you asked as you tried to keep the tension in your voice at bay. 

“Reminding you who I belong to.” 

A squeak nearly escaped your throat as John slipped his arm underneath one of your legs and tossed it over his shoulder. If it wasn’t for the counter at your lower back, you certainly would have fallen, but he held you firmly in place as his fingers pulled the fabric of your panties aside, exposing your heat to him. He groaned at the sight of you as he pushed the skirt of your dress further up, displaying the soft skin of your lower stomach. 

“John,” you breathed. Your grip on the counter became more firm as he planted a chaste kiss against your cunt. 

“That’s right,” he said, cooing against your slick skin, “only you get to say my name like that, darling.” 

He didn’t waste anymore time before his tongue began to lap at you, and he was so wet and molten hot against you, you weren’t sure how you still stood. Unforgiving, his mouth latched onto your clit and he held you in place while his tongue ravaged you, drawing breathless moans from your mouth. It was such strong and sudden stimulation that your legs began to tremble in his grasp, but John refused to let you fall. 

Just as the pressure on your clit seemed to be overwhelming, his tongue slipped closer to your center before diving into your heat. Groaning at the taste of you, he shallowly fucked you with his tongue for a few thrusts before sliding back to those fizzling nerves. Eventually your hips began to rock in time with the way his tongue moved against you and one of your hands tangled in his hair for better leverage. 

Despite the pressure and the friction, it still wasn’t enough. There was this terrible ache that left your cunt fluttering around nothing, begging to be filled. Biting into your bottom lip, you gently tugged on John’s hair in an attempt to get him to look up at you. 

“John I- fuck, I need more,” you said in a near whimper. 

His mouth moved off of your clit with a wet smack, and he stared up at you with heavy lidded and drunken eyes. A glistening sheen coated his lips and wetted the hair of his beard, and though his mouth wasn’t pleasuring you, his fingers took its place. At first he started with gentle little circles around your clit before grazing along your slit until he reached the depth of your heat. He slowly pressed two fingers into your pussy, but only reached the second knuckle before he paused. 

“Tell me what you want,” he urged while he curled his fingers inside of you. “Say it. Anything; I’ll give it to you.” 

His fingers moved with practiced accuracy as they rubbed against that cushiony spot that had your heel digging into his back. In a way, it felt a little cruel, as if he was trying to steal your words away from you on purpose. Instead, your grip on his hair only grew more firm as your hips began to squirm in his grasp. 

“Fuck me. Properly,” you said, your tone somewhere between an order and a plea. 

For the first time that night, a proper smirk formed on John’s lips. As he rose to his feet, he knocked your leg off of his shoulder and his fingers buried deeper into your cunt which had your hands pulling at his dress shirt. He continued to pump his fingers in you as his still moist lips brushed against yours.

“Here?” he asked. 

“I don’t care,” you whined, nails nearly tearing through his shirt. 

The sudden absence of his fingers left your mind reeling, but you were finally able to catch your breath after such a long period of pleasurable torture. His hands gripped your hips and quickly spun you around so that you were faced away from him. Bracing your hands against the counter, you yelped slightly as John pushed you forward, forcing you to bend at the waist until your chest pressed against the cool granite. 

“John!” you exclaimed as he began to hike the skirt of your dress up once more. 

“You told me to fuck you properly,” he said as he yanked your panties down. They fell over the curve of your ass and the swell of your thighs until they laid in a wet mess at your ankles. “I don’t plan to disappoint, love.” 

Remaining bent over the counter, you listened to the familiar metallic clink of John’s belt coming undone, quickly followed by the unzipping of his pants. It wasn’t long before the head of his cock tapped against your ass which sent your cunt clenching around nothing. 

“I’m all yours, darling. Only yours. Tell me you understand,” he said, voice low and deep in his throat. 

Just as you opened your mouth to answer him, you felt him prod at your entrance, greedily rubbing along your slit in an attempt to drench himself in your arousal. Swallowing, you shifted on your feet slightly. 

“You’re mine,” you spoke, body tensing from anticipation. 

“That’s fuckin’ right.” 

Without further warning, John slid into you, filling you to the very brim with a single thrust. Your hands clenched into fists, and with no bed sheets to grab, you hit the counter in front of you as your forehead came into contact with the cool surface. He gave you very little time to adjust before he pumped in and out of you, hips slapping against your ass with obscene sounds. Your strained moans only added to the symphony; beautiful legato mewls as you attempted to grab onto anything that you could while John punctuated each thrust with sharp, staccato grunts. 

Already sensitive from his tongue and his fingers, taking his cock so full and suddenly nearly sent you over the edge. A blistering heat prickled across your body, causing sweat to bead along your skin as if the universe attempted to adorn you with rhinestones. John’s hands turned into fists as he gripped the skirt of your dress, keeping it out of his way and using it as leverage to pound into you with little remorse. 

“Jealous thing, aren’t you?” he said through a strained grunt. “Thinkin’ I’ve got eyes for anyone other than you? No, quite the opposite, isn’t it? Why would I ever dream of that silly girl at the dinner party when I’ve got my pretty wife bent over the kitchen counter for me, hm?” 

You tried to come up with a response, but each thrust tore the breath out of your chest. He continually hit so deep, stretched and molded you to his form, that it was impossible to focus on anything else. Judging by the way he continued his rambling, he didn’t seem to mind your strained moans being your only answer to him. 

“No, darling, I’m all yours, always will be. C’mon, say it. Wanna hear it from that sweet mouth of yours,” he prompted. 

It was like he had hard reset your brain. Every time you tried to open your mouth to answer him, nothing but a squeak came out. John’s hand snaked around the front of your hips, and while he continued to thrust his fingers lazily played with your clit. Not enough to get you off, but certainly enough to grab your attention. 

“Say it, love. I can feel how close you are. Say it and I’ll give you what you want.” 

He was close too, you could tell by the guttural strain in his voice alone. Pressing your forehead harder into the countertop, you squeezed your eyes shut as you finally willed your voice to cooperate. 

“You’re mine! All fucking mine, please John, need it so bad,” you babbled half-coherently. 

No longer teasing you, the pressure of John’s fingers on your clit was purely intentional. Swirling, twisting, searing; your orgasm sucked all the air from your lungs until you were reduced to nothing but a writhing mess on the countertop below him. His torso collapsed onto you at the sensation of your cunt attempting to milk him dry, and his teeth nipped at the tip of your ear as he clumsily chased his own high. Once the pressure of overstimulation had built so high that it was almost uncomfortable, John suddenly stilled inside of you, pressing himself up against the stiff curve of your cervix as his cock pulsed inside of you. His grunts softened to heavy panting as he kept himself there, torso pinning you to the counter as he pressed wet and messy kisses to the side of your head. 

The two of you stayed like that for quite some time, but eventually your hips began to ache, and your lungs burned from the added pressure of your husband attempting to crush you with his affection. John slid out of you with a heavy sigh before he assisted you in standing up straight where he let the skirt of your dress flow naturally around your legs before he pulled your back into his chest once more. Content, you leaned your head against him as you tried to ignore the shaking in your knees. But John refused to let you stumble or fall as he kept his arms wrapped securely around your middle while continuing to press kiss after kiss to the side of your head. 

“I love you,” he murmured. “There’s no one I want in this world besides you. I’m sorry about tonight. I’ll pay better attention next time.” 

Still trying to catch your breath, you reached a hand up over your head until you caught the back of John’s neck in your palm. A fine layer of sweat had built up there. You couldn’t imagine how warm he must have felt in his suit. 

“I suppose I can forgive you,” you teased. 

The two of you stayed like that for some time, mumbling sweet nothings to one another, until the exhaustion from the night's events settled deep into your bones. The shower you took together after that washed away any lingering frustration, and the bed seemed twice as warm that night as you were wrapped in his arms. As sleep began to pull at your eyes, all your brain could think about was him, your husband, John Price, and how he was all yours and no one else’s. 

sorry the ending is trash i didn't know how to wrap it up ):

[thebearchives]

E2 with carlos please🫶🏽

pairing: carlos sainz x reader

prompt: place a kiss on your lover’s nape after taking off their necklace

a/n: if my spanish translations are off, don’t hesitate to lmk, my knowledge was limited to tenth grade spanish and deepl.

“muy bien, vamos a dar por terminada la noche,” carlos wrapped an arm around his mother, giving her a quick hug and a kiss on her head before pulling away. alright, we're gonna call it a night.

he made his way to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his side, “buenas noches a todos. los veremos por la mañana.” good night, everyone. we'll see you all in the morning.

“mejor que no te escuche antes,” caco smirked, head jolting when blanca slapped a hand against it, muttering at him to shut up. better not hear you before then.

you blushed, hands coming up to cover your face while carlos laughed loudly, “te prometo que no es nada de eso.” i promise it’s nothing like that.

carlos nodded, a small chuckle slipping out as he agreed, “sí, ha sido un día muy largo. vamos a acostarnos un poco antes esta noche.” yeah, it’s been a long day. we’re gonna head to bed a little early tonight.

his mother smiled, waving to the two of you, “ah, vete a la cama, mijo. yo me ocuparé de caco,” she looked at you, “duerme bien, cariño.” ah, go to bed, my son. i'll deal with caco. sleep well, darling.

you smiled, “gracias, usted también.” thank you, you as well.

you followed carlos as he guided you to his room, a giggle escaping your mouth as you overheard caco’s scolding. 

carlos stopped at a door, “okay, amor,” he turned to look at you over his shoulder, “no making fun of me for anything that’s in here.”

you reached forward and kissed his cheek, “i won’t, i already promised. now, hurry and open the door, i want to change.”

carlos opened the door, obnoxiously bowing low as he gestured for you to enter. you smiled, patting his head as you walked in.

you made your way to the vanity, pulling your hair up into a bun before working on removing all your jewelry and putting it back where it belongs.

carlos watched from his bed, a huff of laughter escaping his lips as he watched you struggle with your necklace’s clasp. he pushed himself off the bed and made his way to you.

he caught your eyes in the mirror, hands coming up to hold your waist, “let me do it, amor.”

your hands dropped languidly, a lazy smile playing on your lips, “have at it.”

carlos’ hands trailed up your waist, reaching the low neckline of your outfit before his warm fingers touched the back of your neck. his fingers worked slowly, as if reluctant to move, but they got the job done. the necklace slipped off your neck and into your awaiting hand.

carlos let out a breath, the hot air fanning against your neck, before it was replaced by a pair of lips. his lips.

you watched carlos in the mirror, his hair obstructing his face as his kisses lingered against your nape. you sighed, already knowing why he had offered when his hands slipped back down your body.

your free hand made its way to his hair, gripping before pulling his head up, “what happened to being tired, huh?”

carlos smirked at you through the mirror, voice thick with lust, “changed my mind.”

[babygirl-riley]

Stains

Simon always hated stains but blood that came from you was the worst type.

Warnings: blood, violance, torture, mentions of rape, swearing

simon x reader guide

simon x reader fluff/angst list

How did you both get here? Being tied across from each other surrounded by cement walls. Chained to chairs that were hooked to the floor. One single light hanging above both of you. Simon thought about how you both were surrounded, you were shot in the shoulder.

He didn’t even notice the man behind him as he got knocked out. He woke up with a cold water splashed on his face. His face was bare. No mask. Simon glared at the three men in the room then his eyes landed on you.

You were looking at him worry written on your face. “Where is your captain?” One of the men said next to you, his Mexican accent thick.

Both of you didn’t say anything, you looked at Simon. “Come on,” he said grabbing the back of your head pulling back. Simon tried not to move when he did that, you just grunted and glared at the man. “What about Alejandro?”

Nothing. Simon’s mind started to race, they both couldn’t say anything, they both were trained to withstand torture. However, he was afraid for you. Simon wanted to break out and protect you, have them not hurt you.

His teeth were yellow as yellow could be while his smile plastered his face. His hand running down your neck, you shuffled hard having his hand get away for a moment. “Chica bonita que no ha sido tocada por un tiempo.”

Ghost glared at the man standing near him. He caught certain words in that sentence. “parece que.” The man that had a hold of you.

“Fuck off.” You said spitting at the one near you.

Ghost watched as the three walked towards you. Ghost shuffled a bit. “Ah riling him up boys.” One of the said taking a knife out.

Ghost glared he couldn’t say anything if he did they would make you scream. Which who knew what could happen. He slide the knife down your throat before stopping at your breasts. “Hermano I say we take her for,” His eyes darken. Ghost’s stomach dropped. “Out for a little bit.”

You knew what that meant. You closed your eyes, you have been told the cartel were not nice to women. That they did horrific things to them. “Si let’s start with that.”

You snapped your eyes up to Ghost shaking your head once. “Don’t your fucking touch her!” Ghost yelled his accent deeper.

They ignored him as they took her out of the chains and thrown around. You tried to fight before one of them dug his finger into your bullet hole. Next thing he knew you were gone, out of the room. Ghost yelled for you even when you were out of the room.

He heard you scream and cry to get off of you. He eventually heard water. Ghost closed his eyes trying to wiggle out more and more. Trying to vent out your screams. It was a couple hours before they dragged you back in, you were ragged clothes, blood was seeping through places. You were drenched.

They threw you in front of him, having you knelt down, as the ripped your head up to look at Ghost. His heart sunk. Your eyes was basically shut purple, your lips were cut and swollen, a deep cut on your cheek. You were awake, that’s all that mattered to him. He looked over your body, bruises already forming.

“I’m going to ask one more time fantasma,” He grabbed you hand placing them on his thigh. “Where is Alejandro?”

You shook your head. He pulled back making you make a small whimper. Ghost just looked at you, he was trying to think of anything else but this moment.

Maybe when you both went on a picnic, guiding him to the highest hill. In your pretty blue flower dress. Hair down. Smiling. The sun hitting your eyes making that pretty shimmer he loves. The way your warm lips pressed against his. How you…

“Ah!” You screamed snapping him out of it. Your finger was bent a non normal way.

Ghost shifted. “Enough!”

His grin was even more wider, making his stomach turn. “My hermanos and I could go for round two,” He said sliding his hand up to your neck. “If that’s what you mean.”

You whimpered as you looked away. Those fucking bastards. “Get your hand off of her.” He growled wiggling a bit more free.

The man pulled a large knife out pressing it in the side of you. “Tell me or your pretty lady will have blood spilled.”

Ghost pushed forward trying to get him to stop. He should say something. Say everything. But the look you have warning him to say nothing. “So difficult.” He pressed the knife into you, making your eyes wide and scream. He twisted the knife more and more in.

Ghost yelled for him to stop and tried to break out but the chains weren’t budging. You eventually stopped as he pulled it out. You were panting. Blood pooling out. He looked at Ghost before wiping your blood on his sweatshirt and face.

“You will fucking die,” Ghost whispered looking down at you in horror, your skin was becoming more pale. “I will GUT YOU!” He yelled back at him.

The man was about to say something until one of his other men came in. Explaining something. He growled before throwing you down. “This will only be a second.”

It was still on the room only the humming of the light. Ghost panted for a moment, before swallowing. Are you dead? You haven’t moved or even breathed in that matter. “Y/n,” He whispered wiggling more. “Come on baby.”

“Ghost.” You whispered softly. “Here,” You slowly rose up and handed him a small key, to his hands behind him, before laying back down, to the side of him. “Fucking bloke.”

Your breathing was heavy. Blood was seeping more and more out of your side. Ghost chuckled as he fumbled the lock before hearing the click he shoved the chains off. Working on his ankles. “Just stay awake beautiful.” He mumbled looking at the door and you.

He reached for you pushing you gently to see your face. You were awake, very weak, pulse almost not there. “Take me home Simon.” You whispered reaching to him.

Ghost’s body boiled as he reached for you. He promises as they leave he will kill and gut for what they did to you. For touching you. For making you bleed. Fuck the stain. He needs to get you out of here.

Ghost nodded picking you up bridal style. “Yes ma’am.”

[esuemmanuel]

For someone who is extremely sensitive, solitude is more attractive than anything else, because in solitude one is safe; there are no words or attitudes of others that hurt, that is why I love solitude and that is why I take care of it. It has never been easy for me to ignore others, that is why I prefer to exclude myself and shut myself away. In here, in my hiding place, no one touches me, no one reaches me and I don't bother anyone. Sometimes, I would like to stay here forever, just with myself and my imaginary friends; they will never make me feel bad. I don't know how I got here or how I managed not to disappear. I have been hurt by many things, many people, and yet I am still here, what am I looking for? what do I hope for? what do I want? what? "For many, solitude is sad. For me, the world is sad." In solitude you don't have to pretend anything, since you don't have to impress anyone, nor convince or be liked. In solitude you are simply you. Instantaneous, transparent, authentic, sincere and real, while in the world, in front of others, you always have to give in, and this means hiding, covering up, taking care of yourself, and pretending; pretending a lot, pretending just enough to "keep the party in peace". Actually, I don't like being approached by people, not when their intentions are not kind, let alone good. If you're going to approach me, do it with your heart in your hand. If not, don't even dare. And it's not a threat, it's just that… I do feel, I do hurt, I do care.

Para alguien extremadamente sensible es más atrayente la soledad que cualquier cosa, pues en ésta se está a salvo; no hay palabras ni actitudes ajenas que duelan, por eso amo la soledad y por eso la cuido.

Nunca ha sido fácil para mí ignorar a los demás, por eso prefiero excluirme y encerrarme. Aquí dentro, en mi escondite, nadie me toca, nadie me alcanza ni yo incomodo o molesto a nadie. A veces, quisiera quedarme aquí para siempre, solo conmigo y mis amigos imaginarios; estos nunca me harán sentir mal.

No sé cómo es que he llegado hasta aquí ni cómo le he hecho para no desaparecer. Me han dolido muchas cosas, mucha gente y, sin embargo, sigo aquí, ¿qué busco? ¿Qué espero? ¿Qué quiero? ¿Qué?

"Para muchos es triste la soledad. Para mí, es triste el mundo."

En soledad no tienes que aparentar nada, ya que a nadie tienes que impresionar, tampoco convencer o caer bien. En soledad eres, simplemente, tú. Instantáneo, transparente, auténtico, sincero y real, mientras que, en el mundo, frente a los demás, siempre tienes que ceder y esto conlleva ocultarte, cubrirte, cuidarte y fingir, fingir mucho, fingir lo suficiente para "mantener la fiesta en paz".

En realidad, no me gusta que se me acerque la gente, no cuando sus intenciones no son amables ni mucho menos buenas. Si vas a acercarte a mí, hazlo con el corazón en la mano. Si no, mejor ni te atrevas. Y no es amenaza, es que… yo sí siento, a mí sí me duele, a mí sí me importa.

[pablogavisgirl]

Broken Love

read part two ➸ here

Warnings; Angst (I love angst lol), a lot of Spanish, not proof read !!

People say love is pure, painful, sweet, and dreadful all at once. And they were right because love was what broke your friendship, love is what made you lose him.

Everyone knows not to fall for thier bestfriends, it only leads to heartbreak. But for some reason you thought you were above that rule, after all how could you not fall for your bestfriend when he was Pablo Gavi.

You and Gavi had been bestfriends since childhood, living next door to eachother, going to the same school, watching him play soccer with the neighborhood kids. You two were practically inseparable growing up.

The bond between Y/n and Gavi was so strong that it didn't even break when Gavi moved to Barcelona to start his professional career. They messaged and called all the time, they visited eachother when they had holidays. Nothing could break those two apart.

Or so they thought. Love. Love is what drove them apart. Love was a powerful thing that could bring people together or tear them apart, for Y/n and Gavi it tore them apart from one another, it was what destroyed their friendship of many years.

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:

She couldn't believe it, she stared at her screen as the words "Felicitaciónes, has sido aceptada en la Universidad de Barcelona." (Congratulations you have been accepted the University of Barcelona) stared back at her. She didn't tell anyone, not even Gavi it was meant to be a surprise.

They had been separated for so long, and now they would be reunited once more. She was so excited she grabbed her phone and facetimed Gavi, he picked up after the third ring, she turned her camera allowing him to read off the screen.

His face turned serious, and that little wrinkle on his forehead that would always pop up when he was reading came to view, she could see Gavi's smile begin to form, the wrinkle disappearing.

"Felicidades, nena!" (Congratulations!) Gavi said estatic happy at the fact him and his bestfriend would be able to see eachother again through person and not just through a screen.

His smile never faded, as he heard her go on and on over how excited she was about getting to see him again, and how she should fly over to start seeing apartments. Gavi laughing at her rambling, offering he would go with her.

A week later, Y/n had arrived at Barcelona and was waiting for Gavi to show up at her hotel, she spotted the familiar green mini cooper pulling up. She got in closing the door, "Hola Pablito." (Hey Pablo) Kissing his cheek as usual, "Hola Pedri" (Hey Pedri) she said shaking his hand, "Hola, Y/n, ¿cómo has estado?" Pedri asked (Hey, Y/n, how have you been?"

Pedri wasn't dumb he was fully aware about Y/n's crush on Gavi. If anything Gavi was the dumb one who never seemed to realize it. It was so obvious to the blind eye, how Y/n would kill for him, it was so obvious that everytime Gavi talked her pupils would dilate and her full attention would go to him shutting out everyone else.

It was obvious to everyone but Gavi. Pedri had brought it up one night while they were playing FIFA at his apartment.

"Tío, ¿qué está pasando entre tú y Y/n?" Pedri asked Gavi, Gavi turing to look at him in confusion. (Brother whats going between you and Y/n?)

"¿Qué quieres decir?" Gavi said (What do you mean?)

"Quiero decir que ustedes som amigos cercanos, pero ¿alguna vez has pensado en ella de una manera romántica?" Pedri wondered. (I mean you two are pretty close right? Have you ever thought about her in a romantic way?)

"Uh, no, nunca he pensado en ella de esa manera." Gavi said focused on the game. (Uh, no, I've never thought about her in that way.)

¿Por qué preguntas?" Gavi asked. (Why'd you ask?)

"Damas." (Just because.)Pedri shrugged, mentally slapping Gavi on how dumb he could be. How could he not realize Y/n was practically inlove with him.

She would die for him, she would kill for him, she would go to hell for him. The love she had for him was noticable to the blind eye. The problem was Gavi was blind and couldn't see a good thing that was infront of him.

Pedri just hoped that Gavi would realize his feelings for her before some other guy came and took her from him.

They arrived to the apartments both Gavi and Y/n exiting the car saying their goodbyes to Pedri. Entering the building

"¿Qué te parece?" (What do you think?) Y/n asked Gavi, "Creo que es agradable, tenía una buena vista para ver la puesta de sol, ¿todavía te gusta verlos?" (I think its nice, it has a good view to watch sunsets. You still like to watch them?)

"Claro, si consigo este apartamento, ¿vendrás a verlos conmigo?" Y/n asked Gavi. (Of course, if I do get this apartment will you watch them with me?)

Back at home in Sevilla, watching the sunsets on the rooftop of her house was a regular occurrence between Y/n and Gavi.

It was there thing, something no one could take from them, it was their own personal bubble, that helped them forget from their worries.

"Por supuesto, sabes que no puedo decirte que no, nena." Gavi said kissing her forehead. (Of course, you know I can't say no to you.)

Y/n's chest tightened at the action, she knew it was only a interaction between friends. But what if it could be something more. It felt like something more.

She pushed the thoughts aside not wanting to be delusional over some harmless kiss. She knew she was in love with him she has been for a while now.

It was her 18th birthday, Gavi had flown to Sevilla to celebrate it with her. Her parents were away for business so she was alone.

He planned a little dinner with his family and her considering how much his parents loved Y/n and how close she and Aurora were.

"¡Feliz cumpleaños a ti!" (Happy birthday to you!) They sung to her as she was standing behind the cake, applauding as the song died down.

How thankful she was to atleast be spending it with people she loves and not alone, and she owed thanks to Gavi for throwing this for her.

"¡Oh, hija, no te preocupes, es tu cumpleaños, no deberías tener que ayudarme a limpiar!" Belen exclaimed, (Oh! Don't worry about it, its your birthday you shouldn't be helping me clean up!)

"¡En todo caso, debería ser Aurora y Pablo ayudándome a mí, no a ti!" (If anything it should be Pablo and Aurora helping me) She said looking out the window seeing them sitting down laughing outside.

"Entonces, Pablito y tú, ¿no pasa nada entre vosotros?" (So has nothing happened between you and Pablo?) Belen asked sitting down the plate she was cleaning. It caught you off by surprise. "Mande?" Y/n asked. (Pardon?)

"Oh, ya sabes, ¿habéis estado pegados el uno al otro durante muchos años, no ha pasado nada entre ustedes dos?" Belen asked. (Oh you know, you two have been joint to the hip all these years, nothing has happened between you?)

"No ha pasado nada entre nosotros, nunca pensé en él de esa manera". She laughed awkwardly. (No nothings happened between us, I've never thought about him that way.)

"Mira mi amor, veo la forma en que lo miras, y mi hijo debe ser tonto para no darse cuenta". Belen laughed, taking your hand. (Look my love, I see the way you look at him, and if my son must be dumb not to realize.)

"Pero lo que no parece darse cuenta es que la chica de sus sueños ha estado frente a él todo este tiempo, Y no me encantaría nada más que tenerte como mi nuera, siempre le dije a tu madre que tú y Pablito se casarían" (But what I can't seem to understand is that the girl of his dreams has been in front of him all along, and I wouldn't love anything more than to call you my daughter in law, I always told your mother you and Pablo would get married)

Y/n stared at her in shock, how did Belen realize that Y/n was inlove with Gavi before she even did. "Belén, me ha gustado desde hace algún tiempo, pero no creo que nunca me vea de esa manera, me refiero a las chicas constantes a su alrededor que no las comparo, son hermosas y yo..." Y/n said stopping Belen pulling her in for a hug, (Belen I have liked him for some time now, but I don't think nothing is going to happen, I mean look at the girl's constantly throwing themselves at him, they're beautiful and I-)

"Cariño, no te compares con ellas, has estado aquí para él desde su nacimiento, fuiste su primer fan desde que comenzó a jugar al fútbol, eres hermosa e inteligente y si no puede ver eso va a perder a alguien tan especial." Belen said, hugging you tigther. (Darling don't compare yourself to them, you have been here since his birth, you were his first fan when he began soccer, you are beautiful and smart and if he can't see that then's he's going to loose someone special.)

Gavi walked in looking for you, growing worried seeing his mother hug you "¿Que paso?" (What happened?)Gavi asked. (Nada, cariño, no te preocupes". (Nothing, darling, don't worry about it.) Belen said pulling away ushering both you and Gavi out the kitchen.

"Ven a ver la puesta de sol". Gavi said taking your hand, leading you to the roof. (Come see the sunset)

"Entonces, ¿de qué estabais hablando mi madre y tú, se trataba de un chico?" Gavi asked raising his eyebrows. (So what were you and your mom talking about? Was it over a boy?)

Y/n laughed, "Uh, no, solo le estaba agradeciendo a tu madre por hoy." (Uh no I was just thanking your mother for today)

"¡Oye, en caso de que olvidaras que fui yo quien preparó esto para ti, así que me merezco el agradecimiento!" Gavi said in a sarcastic tone. (Hey! Incase you forgot I planned this I deserve the thanking!)

"Gracias Pablito, ¿cómo se siente para que ya soy mayor que tú?" Y/n laughed, messing his hair up. (Thank you Pablo, how does it feel knowing I'm older than you?)

"De nada, nena, tu mereces lo mejor. Y solo eres dos meses mayor que yo!" Gavi laughed laying his head on her shoulder. (Your welcome, and you're only two months older than me!)

Her heart exploded, it was the first time they did this but ever since the conversation with Belen a couple minutes ago she saw every little interaction different. When he took her hand to lead her to the roof, she felt the electricity through her body, and now she didn't know what to think.

"Te amo Pablito." Y/n sighed (I love you Pablo)

"Yo tambièn" Gavi said, Y/n sighed (Me too) knowing he didn't mean it the way she did, he would probably never mean it the way she did.

She couldn't tell him the fear of loosing him overpowered her love, she would rather loose him to some other girl, than lose his friendship. She was willing to risk her heart for him, just so she wouldn't have to say goodbye.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

It had been a month and you have officially moved to Barcelona, it had only been a couple days. And you were still unpacking boxes, Gavi, Pedri, and Alejandro came over to help you unpack, the rest of your stuff.

You were in your room with Pedri, unpacking and setting up stuff in silence listening to music,

"Y/n, ¿se lo has dicho a Gavi?" Pedri broke the silence. (Y/n have you told Gavi)

"¿Perdón?" You take your airpod off, looking back at him. (Excuse me?)

"Sabes a lo que me refiero, ¿le has dicho que te gusta o... que estás enamorado de él?" Pedri asked. (You know what I mean, have you told him you like him or...that you're in love with him?)

"¿Qué estás loco? ¡No estoy enamorado de él!" You said quickly turing back to putting more clothes in the closet. (What are you crazy? I'm not inlove with him!)

"No te hagas el tonto, es obvio que lo haces, él no puede verlo porque es tonto, pero todo lo que necesita es un pequeño empujón y si se lo dices entonces..." Pedri rambled. (Don't play dumb, it's obvious he can't see it because he's dumb, but all he needs is a little push.)

"No, no puedo decírselo, tienes razón, lo amo, me di cuenta en mi cumpleaños, pero no puedo perder a mi mejor amigo Pedri." (No I can't tell him, you're right i do love him I realize the day of my birthday but I can't loose my bestfriend Pedri) She sighed turning to face him sitting on the bed, Pedri sitting next to her. "Tengo miedo porque ¿y si él no me quiere y arruino la amistad?" (I'm scared, and if he doesn't love me and I end up ruining the friendship?)

"Nena, no hay duda de que no te quiere". Pedri said. (I don't doubt that he doesn't love you.)

"¿Y cómo lo sabes, te lo ha dicho alguna vez? Pedri, prefiero verlo enamorarse de otra persona que perderlo, perderlo a otra chica me dolería menos, que yo perderlo porque no me ama." A little tear fell past your lashes and onto your palm. (And how do you know that, has he ever told you? Pedri I prefer loosing him to someone else than loosing him, I prefer loosing him to another girl it would hurt me less than loosing him because he doesn't love me.)

Pedri leaned and hugged you,

"Está bien, nena, el te ama, confía en mí, nunca sabrás si no se lo dices, y si no lo hace, entonces es más tonto de lo que pensé." Pedri comforted you. (Its ok, he loves you trust me, you'll never know if you don't do it, if he doesn't he's more of an idiot than I thought.)

"No quiero perderlo". You sniffed, wiping the tear away. (I don't want to loose him.)

The door slowly opened Gavi standing on the other side, "Oh, lo siento, no quise interrumpir". (Oh i'm sorry I didn't mean to interrupt.) Gavi said going to close the door, "Hermano Y/n quiere decirte algo". Pedri blurted out. (Brother, Y/n has something to tell you.)

Your head turned to face him, eyes wide slowly shaking your head, "Está bien, confía en mí". (Its ok trust me.) Pedri said calming you down, he stood up making his way out stopping to look at Gavi.

"No jodas esto, por favor". He said walking out yelling for Alejandro. (Don't fuck this up, please.)

"¿Qué pasa, nena?" He asked sitting beside you. (Whats up?)

"Uh, no quería decírtelo de inmediato, pero Pedri me lo aseguró, escucha, Pablo". You began. (Uh I didn't want to tell you so soon, but Pedri assured me it would be fine, listen Pablo.)

"¿Pablo? Nunca me llamas por mi nombre real, esto debe ser serio". (Pablo? You never call me by my real name this must be serious.) Pablo laughed, his laughter fading as he saw your face all serious, "¿Que pasa?" (Whats wrong?)

"Nunca me di cuenta hasta que tu madre lo señaló, cómo te miré y cómo me hiciste sentir". Pablo stared at you confused not knowing where you were going with this. (I didn't realize until your mom pointed it out, how I look at you, how you make me feel.)

"Me haces sentir feliz más de lo que algunos de mis ex me han hecho sentir, me cuidas y me ayudas a sentirme segura." (You make me happier than any of my exes have made me feel, you help me feel safe.)

"¿A dónde vas con esto?" Gavi asked, still not grasping the purpose of this conversation. (Where are you going with this?)

"Pablo, te amo, lo conozco desde mi cumpleaños desde-" (Pablo I've been in love with you since my birthday.)

"¿Qué estás loca?" Gavi asked. (What? Are you crazy?)

"Que?" You asked taken back by his response. (What?)

"No puedes estar enamorada de mí si solo somos amigos, eso es todo lo que hemos sido, tal vez estés confundida." Gavi said looking at you. (No you can't be inlove with me we're just friends, thats all we've ever been, maybe you're just confused.)

"No estoy confundida, tu madre me ayudó a darme cuenta, estoy enamorado de ti y-" (No I'm not confused, your mother helped me realize that i'm in love with y-)

"Mi mama?" Gavi asked. "Mira Y/n, no sé lo que te dijeron mi madre o Pedri, pero lo siento, no te amo como tu me amas, solo te he visto como un amiga." (Look y/n I don't know what my mom or Pedri told you but I'm sorry I don't love you like you do I've only see you as a friend.)

"Tal vez solo estés confundida por tus sentimientos, tal vez hacer un movimiento tan grande a Barcelona te confundió, no puedes amarme, quiero decir, somos mejores amigos". Gavi tried explaining to you, grabbing your hand. (Maybe you're just confused, maybe making a move that big to Barcelona confused you, you can't love me I mean we're best friends.)

You pulled away, "¿Cómo puedes decirme eso? ¿Cómo puedes descartar mis sentimientos de esa manera? Pablo, te amo!" (How can you say that to me? How can you just dismiss my feelings like that?)

"No te amo, lo siento, tengo que irme." (I don't love you, i'm sorry, i have to go) Gavi stood up, "Espera, Pablo, por favor, no te vayas." (Wait Pablo, Please don't leave) Tears began to fall from your eyes, he couldn't stand seeing you cry because of him, he felt guilty for not loving you back.

But he couldn't force himself to love you, I mean he didn't need distractions in his life he wanted to focus on soccer, and loving you/having a girlfriend wasn't part of the plan.

He hated causing you pain but, it was for the best, he walked out the door. He walked out of your life leaving you a mess on the floor crying.

This is why you didn't want to tell him, you didn't want to loose him but in the end you did.

You took out your phone and began to dial Pedri, "Entonces, ¿cómo te fue?" (So how'd it go?) Pedri asked excitedly, the sobs coming out, his face falling into a frown on the other side of the phone. "Ese hijo de puta." Pedri sighed. (That son of a bitch.)

"Voy pa tu casa." (I'm going to your house.)

He arrived, opening the door, "Sabes que es peligroso dejar la puerta abierta". (Do you know how dangerous it is to leave your door unlocked?) He laughed, walking into the living room, his heart broke at the sight.

You were curled into a ball on the couch, mascara running down your face, he sat next to you pulling you into him.

"¡Te dije que esto pasaría, te dije que lo perdería!" You cried out. (I told you this would happen! I told you I would loose him!)

"Lo siento, y/n te mereces algo mejor, es tonto, tal vez entre en razón". He tried reassuring you. (I'm sorry Y/n you deserve something better, maybe he'll realize later.)

"No, no lo hará, deberías haber estado allí, dijo que no me ama, nunca debería habérselo dicho". You sobbed clining onto him. (No, he won't you should have been there, he told me he didn't love me, I should have never told him.)

"Es tonto, es tan jodidamente estúpido por no darse cuenta de que tú eres el indicado para él, es tan jodidamente estúpido". He repeated, trying to calm you down, trying to make you fall asleep. (He's so fucking stupid, for not realizing you're the one for him, he's so fucking stupid)

And you did, you fell asleep in his arms heartbroken at the fact you had just lost your bestfriend just because you couldn't keep your feelings to yourself.

and you hated yourself for it.

[julianalvarez9]

one of them / julián álvarez

request: julian alvarez ig au where his gf was in camp with the argentina team at the wc and his gf bonds with the team, and learns a trick she takes back to use on her own football team

author's note: loved doing this 🥹 i really miss the wc can't believe we won kajsksjsj

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yourusername qatar!! extrañaba a mí chico y a este equipo. no existe espacio en mí teléfono para bancar la cantidad de fotos que voy a sacarles 👀📸 (qatar!! missed my boy and this team. there isn't enough storage in my phone to save the amount of pics I'm gonna take 👀📸)

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enzojfernandez primer partido que jugamos sin vos y perdemos, te teníamos que traer (first match that we play without you near and we lose, we had to bring you back)

yourusername entonces soy su cábala? (so i'm your lucky charm?)

rodridepaul yourusername de julián (julian's lucky charm)

gonzalo_montiel29 pero te extrañábamos tmb yourusername (but we missed you too)

juliaanalvarez ok ya están muy cómodos con mí novia 😟 (ok you're getting too comfortable with my girlfriend 😟)

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yourusername ha sido un camino y terminó de la mejor forma!! 🏆 se va a extrañar la concentración 😭 (it's been a journey and ended in the best way possible!! 🏆 i'm gonna miss camp 😭)

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juliaanalvarez los mates de enzo 🥹 (enzo's mates 🥹)

yourusername casi tan buenos como los míos 😋 (almost as good as mine 😋)

enzojfernandez seguro, lo que te deje dormir de noche (sure, if it helps you sleep at night)

yourusername juliaanalvarez me está peleando :( (he's fighting me :( )

kunaguero los intrusos 😎 (the intruders 😎)

yourusername ya somos parte de ellos (we're a part of them already)

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yourusername aprendí un truco o dos en qatar (learnt a trick or two in qatar)

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enzojfernandez ya sos mejor que julián (you're better than julián already)

juliaanalvarez callate, la última vez hice 100 y vos quedaste en 24 (shut up, last time I did 100 and you only did 24)

enzojfernandez estaba lesionado! (i was injured!)

yourusername qué hacías haciendo jueguitos mientras estabas lesionado? (why were you doing tricks if you were injured?)

kunaguero me pregunto lo mismo 🤔 (i'm asking the same thing)

[jamesherr]

(🎤) Our muses do karaoke.

Estavam no salão de artes e ofícios do acampamento, que havia sido improvisado para a noite de karaokê organizada pelos filhos de Hermes. O local estava iluminado com luzes coloridas e decorado com fitas e balões, criando uma atmosfera descontraída e alegre. O som da música e das vozes dos campistas cantando preenchia o ambiente, mas James e Pietra estavam em um canto, conversando animadamente enquanto esperavam a sua vez de subir ao palco.

"Eu tenho uma surpresa..." James sussurrou, com um sorriso de quem está prestes a revelar uma travessura. "Coloquei dez fichas de uma vez só com nossos nomes. Vamos dominar aquilo lá." Ele confessou, puxando a melhor amiga com entusiasmo para o karaokê quando ouviram seu nome ser chamado. Com os microfones em mãos, começaram com "Don't Stop Believin'", arrancando aplausos e gritinhos dos campistas. Em seguida, mandaram ver em "Shallow", mantendo a empolgação da plateia.

Quando começaram a cantar "Don't Go Breaking My Heart", alguns campistas já estavam se retirando, desanimados. A energia caiu um pouco com "Summer Nights" e "Endless Love", e começaram as primeiras reclamações. "We're Not Gonna Take It", "Everything Has Changed" e "The Time Of My Life" foram recebidas com vaias e pedidos para que descessem do palco. No entanto, ao começarem "Uptown Funk", a plateia se animou novamente e até cantou junto. Eles encerraram com uma performance de "Shut Up and Dance", com direito a coreografia e tudo, garantindo uma despedida vibrante e cheia de energia. Os campistas até se renderam e aplaudiram a dupla - não sem chamar James de 'sem noção' antes.

[gothamiiz]

A child and a kid

...

"¿Qué cojones te crees que haces?"

They flinched at the... rather loud tone, putting the phone away from their ear for a second.

The hospital bed was cozy and warm. Boring as fuck, but super cozy nonetheless.

"Damn. Good morning for you, too."

"No voy a traducir eso."

"Then youd better hang up."

The girl at the other line of the phone grumbled, making her transale things always pissed her off a lot. It was on purpose. "Eres imposible."

Dai laughed dryly "Oh? So people didn't let you have your little laugh and now you fucking hate me?"

"Te dije que no pienso traducir-" "Fuck off!"

She didn't listen anyway."¿Qué coño piensas hacer con ese puto vigilante?"

"What- Nightwing?"

"No joda, obviamente. El pitudo ese."

"What about him?"

"¿A qué coño te refieres con ¿'qué con él'? Ese te va a preguntar de cojones."

"And? Of course he will. He's a vigilante. In fact we've already settled I'm explaining everything to him later." They sighed, rubbing their temple with their free hand. "Seriously, did you think you could laugh publicly about your sibling being drugged after being disappeared for like a day and not make the people who's entire career is based on worrying about people worry to the point of checking in themselves? I mean I'm personally not mad, I know you, but-"

"¿Se lo vas a contar?"

Dai stayed silent "What?"

"Tu. Al pitudo. Qué si se lo vas a contar."

They shut their eyes. "Isabel-"

"Y una polla." Her tone went sharp, demanding "Lo van a mandar a la cárcel. Él te dio una puñetera casa y tú lo vas a mandar a la cárcel."

"Isabel, de verdad-"

"¡Cierra la puta boca!" They couldn't help but feel suffocated, even If it was just a phone call. "Él te acogió, te dio una casa, te sacó del puñetero país ¿Qué más quieres? Te escuchó llorar y gimotear porque 'buaa mami no me quiereeee!!!' y te aguantó siendo incluso el puto ser desgraciado que eres. Pero 'nooo esque me obliga a hacer cosas!!!'" She laughed. "Bueno, anormal, tú literalmente se lo prometiste. Jódete."

"¡Tenía 13 años!" they argued back, their first spoken word in all her... speech. "¡Se lo prometí con 13 años porque creía que era la única manera de que no me abandonarais!"

"¿Y qué? ¿Luego te cansaste? ¿Y eso te daba el derecho de romper tu promesa así como así?" She laughed, once again. "¡Por dios! ¿Rompiste una promesa y pretendiste que él no tomara medidas? Te empezó a drogar, sí, jódete. Encima haciéndote la víctima como si no hubieras sido tú quién le dejaba hacer de todo. Tú te lo buscas, siempre lo has buscado. Hazte cargo."

Dai couldn't even talk, even if they tried. They just couldn't.

"Pero ¿Sabes qué? Haz lo que quieras. Cuéntaselo todo al pitudín del carajo o a la poli o a quién cojones te apetezca. Manda a Yeray a la cárcel. A saber a dónde cojones me mandarán a mí. Al carajo, ya me la suda."

She hang up.

...

[iloved1lfs]

Never Your Priority

- PAIRING: Diego lainez x reader

-SUMMARY: Diego came back home for his vacation/break time. However, instead of spending it alone with you, he's been spending it with his friends, you decided you've had enough which eventually lead to an argument between you two.

-CONTAINS: angst, foul language

-WORDS: 1.2K

-SONG: I love You by Billie Eilish

-A/N: Para la persona que solicitó esto, espero que te guste y lo disfrutes. I hope you enjoy I HAD SO MANY IDEAS FOR THIS, and so many drafts I couldn't pick which one to use, but I chose this. Also don't forget to REQUEST. I'm sorry for uploading this late it has been a hectic week.

Diego came back home after traveling and playing for the Tigres, it's been months since you last saw him. However, you expected to spend it together just the two of you and have some time alone, but he has been hanging out with his friends since he got back. You were okay with it at first of course he missed his friends, but what about you all you wanted was to hang out with him alone.

Every time you tried to suggest you both to hang out just the two of you, it would get shut down or he already had plans with his friends.

Currently right now you were sitting by yourself at this party that was hosted by Diego's friend. You look at Diego who was happily talking to his friends across the room, you sighed. Not wanting to be there anymore surrounded by random people you don't know, and the only person you know, your boyfriend, has forgotten about you.

You were fed up so you decided to go back home, you didn't even let Diego know you were leaving that's how mad you were. You called an Uber and after minutes of waiting, the Uber showed up taking you back to your place.

An hour went by since you made it to your house, you changed into sweats and one of Diego's shirts. Your phone chimed, and you looked at it.

Hermoso

Where are you?

All you replied with was, "Home." You put your phone down, just for it to chime again a second later. He replied with, "I'm on my way." You didn't bother to reply, but waited for him to show up.

30 minutes later he quickly comes in the house, and lets out a relieved sigh seeing you on the couch on your phone. "Me asustaste, pensé que te había pasado algo."

You didn't say anything, you ignored him, you were still angry. "Amor, ¿Qué pasa?" He asked the most aggravating question he could possibly ask right now, and you snapped.

"Enserio Diego," He flinched not expecting you to snap. "You forget about me the whole night just to be with your friends, leaving me by myself with nobody to talk to? Then when I'm not there and see that I'm gone you decide to finally worry about me?"

"I'm trying to catch up with my friends I haven't seen them-" You cut him off.

"DIEGO, LO ÚNICO QUE HAS HECHO HA SIDO PASAR EL RATO CON ELLOS LA ÚLTIMA SEMANA Y MEDIA," You tell him he looked shocked at all this anger seeping out of you, you breathe in before continuing trying to calm yourself down. "Ni siquiera has echo tiempo conmigo a solas." You felt your eyes well up full of tears, but you held them back, you weren't going to cry.

"You're mad because I've been hanging out with my friends too much," He scoffs and you furrow your brows. "I'm sorry that I spent most of my time away traveling and playing, that I can't even hang out with my friends, don't you think you're overreacting." He looks down shaking his head.

You were confused at his reaction expecting him to understand, but instead he was bothered that you spoke up. "You think I'm overreacting?"

He looks at you and nods. "Yeah I think you are." You felt your tears fall down your face, you wipe them quickly.

"Fuck you Diego, I just wanted to hang out with you because I missed you and haven't seen you in so long." You stand up walking towards him standing right in front of him, he looked at you with an expressionless face.

"I text you and call you every time I have time when I'm not here," He said to you, it was your turn to scoff you walk away from him not wanting to talk to him.

"That's not the same as being here with me physically." You mutter.

You walk towards your room and he follows you. "While I don't see or talk to them at all, which is why I'm taking this time to catch up with them." He says as he trails behind you, you turn around towards him making him stop in his track.

"Diego I just want to spend some days with you ALONE, I'm not asking for all your days to be spent with me only." You turn around and he claps his hands, giving you a sarcastic smile.

"Where do you want to go then? Let's go eat at a restaurant, To the beach? Anything you want amor." He was being sarcastic, he was bothered at the fact that you brought this up, and you were hurt by the way he was acting.

"No mames Diego, eres un culero." You looked at him crying because he was being selfish, he wasn't understanding you, it was making you mad.

"Ahora ya no quieres pasar un rato juntos," You shake your head, trying to keep yourself calm.

"No because you aren't sincere clearly I shouldn't have brought it up, it was my fault," You jab your finger at his chest increasing the force, and he lets you do it. "I'm sorry that I want to hang out with my boyfriend who I haven't seen in months. And the time that I do all he wants to do is hang out with his friends."

He stays silent letting you speak, "So you know what I'll leave you to it, I won't stand in the way between you and your friends. I need to go." He looked at you as you texted one of your friends to pick you up, letting you know they were on their way, You grabbed some of your things in a dufflebag, and he was panicking.

"¿Qué haces?" You didn't answer him you packed a couple clothes from the closet you both shared. "Don't leave please."

You sniffle as your tears won't stop, he tries to stop you from leaving, you push his hands away from you. "Déjame en paz, en serio." You said harshly, and he stepped back.

Once you finished your phone chimed and it was your friend letting you know she was there. You made your way out the house and Diego called out after you before you left, you look at him.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"I am staying somewhere else, for tonight because if I stay here we are just going to argue." You wipe your tears and give him a sad smile.

"You don't have to leave amor. Let's talk about it and we can work past it." You shake your head and laugh.

"Diego work past it?" You tried to stay calm not wanting to cause another argument. "We can solve this problem if we just hang out together us alone, but clearly your friends will always be the first priority, not me."

You left not giving him a chance, to speak. He let out a shaky sigh.

I fucked up. I fucked it all up. She's never going to forgive me.

He saw you get in the car and drive off he put his hands on his head, blaming himself. He sat down on the couch putting his head in between his hands. His heart ached painfully he was mad at himself for not understanding, for being a dick towards you and he was going to make it up to you.

He pulled put his phone and looked for your contact.

Amorcito

Lo siento Y/N, I fucked up and whenever you are ready we can talk.

La cague. Was what he kept telling himself.

Later on that night Diego kept replaying what you said.

Clearly your friends will always be the first priority, not me.

He hurt you, and he had to fix it he didn't want to lose you to this argument, so first thing in the morning he was going to talk to you to apologize.

Hopefully you guys enjoyed! I posted it extremely late because I just have been all over the place this week and schools starting next week. It has been so hectic! But this request there was so many ideas and I'VE WROTE SO MANY ANGST ARGUMENT LIKE MY DRAFTS ARE FILLED!! Please don't forget to REQUEST I will definitely write them! Remember I will only be writing for Diego Lainez or any football player for right now. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS. If you want me to turn this into a series please let me know!

[6do100je]

i don't care that the thing (1982) happened to that antarctic research team. it should've happened to the jomies instead

[karume-selfshipper]

Zora May: Tides that Bind- Yona's Struggles

Cut the fic cause long...

It hadn’t been too long since Yona had entered the domain, and Selatoh could hardly stand to be cordial with her. There was hardly anything Selatoh could do other than dive head first into her training every day. She knew she was avoiding Sidon a little too much ever since Yona arrived, but Sidon rarely asked Yona to wait somewhere. Even if Selatoh knew why, even if she could logically understand what was going on, she didn’t like Yona’s presence. And Yona could feel that animosity, simply without any context. So when Link arrived, without Princess Zelda for once, Selatoh almost jumped him. 

“Link, what brings you to the Domain this time?” 

Selatoh was quicker than Yona in getting to the Hylian Knight. Something the other Zora Princess didn’t mind entirely, except for the way Selatoh shifted in an attempt to block Yona out completely. Link didn’t even seem to notice as he dug out his Zora Armor.

“I was hoping to get this repaired, if you don’t mind.” Link held the worn tunic out, “I wasn’t sure where else to go about this. The clothing shops in Hateno and Kakariko were the only ones that seemed versatile enough to even try but…”

“Don’t worry about a thing Link.” Selatoh’s little smirk was about as warm as she’d been in weeks, “I’ll have this fixed up in a few weeks. I wish I could say a few days but…”

“Perhaps if I also helped,” Yona side-stepped into the conversation, “The two of us could have the armor fixed up in a single week.”

Link couldn’t miss the way Selatoh’s eyes narrowed, “No, I highly doubt you’d be able to make sense of the weave. Mipha was very particular about the details and it wouldn’t be the same if someone who didn’t know her pattern were to make a mistake with it.”

Walking away almost too fast, Yona frowned deeply at Selatoh’s retreating form. Though it was crystal clear to Link what was going on, shaking his head regardless.

“I do wish she would stop shutting me out.” Yona crossed her arms slightly, “It has been quite worrying, especially to my dear Sidon. The way he usually talks about Selatoh, I was expecting a much more friendly person…”

“Selatoh doesn’t mean anything personal.” Link turned back to the dusty, lime green Zora, “She can be very territorial with people she isn’t familiar with. Especially when it comes to people and things from her childhood.”

“Oh?” Yona turned, “Would you please enlighten me Sir Link? I could prepare some tea if you’d like.”

“I’ll explain what I can, a few of the details are still a little fuzzy.” Link followed slightly behind Yona, “What has Sidon told you?”

Sitting at a small table with Yona, Link chewed over the situation as Yona had explained it. The way Selatoh was acting made some sense to Link. Sure Sidon had told everyone who would listen about Yona, but to Selatoh, Yona would still be a stranger… one that was taking her twin from her.

“I don’t think Selatoh fully means to be so rude toward you.” Link leaned back in his chair, “She has always been stand-off-ish about new people. When she was small-small it was different, not by much but she didn’t try pushing people away this much. Whenever someone would try to get too close with her or Sidon she could get a bit snappy until Mipha corrected her. But that was always very specific situations like when they were playing or talking.”

“Oh, that does make a little sense.” Yona tilted her head, “I wouldn’t particularly like that either. But could you elaborate on her relationship with her late sister? Sidon rarely talks about Mipha himself. I don’t want to pry in a sensitive area but without any context…”

“Mipha was their older sister, but also took over as a motherly figure.” Link frowned a little, “I don’t fully remember when their mother passed, or how young Sidon and Selatoh were at the time. But I know Mipha had taken over that role, Selatoh is more okay talking about her than Sidon is. Its one of the few things Selatoh doesn’t talk about with Sidon because she knows how he feels about it.”

Yona was taken aback by Link’s sudden chuckling, “Funnily enough when Mipha started showing interest in me, Sidon was acting how Selatoh is now. Selatoh would cling to my leg though. She’s told me that it wasn’t out of a sense of her own romantic feelings, but an attempt to get Sidon to warm up to the idea that Mipha and I would be together. I wouldn’t put it past Selatoh to just not recognize that she’s doing the same thing.”

“I see.” Yona glanced across toward the training grounds, “I had no idea Sidon would ever act like that. Nor that Selatoh would advocate for someone new to enter the Domain like that.”

“It wasn’t like I was exactly new.” Link followed her gaze, “I had been in and out of the Domain a few times, I had trained within the Domain, and had befriended Mipha, Sidon, and Selatoh. From what I’ve heard around around the Domain, especially recently, is that Selatoh is difficult to talk to or befriend.”

The soft hum Yona let out was both thoughtful and agitated, “I don’t see how I could even begin to ingratiate myself to her. Selatoh seems to keep me at arm’s length at all times. The idea that she’s being defensive over my dear Sidon seems a little excessive given how long I’ve been in the Domain.”

Link held his tongue, glancing over the opposite edge of the platform. A couple years was still too short a time for Selatoh to warm up to anyone. If the people of Zora’s Domain, the people of Hyrule, were still having difficulty after 100 years; Yona didn’t stand a chance just being around for a couple years. Though Link had a sneaking suspicion that Selatoh had other reasons behind her rough edges about the new Zora within the Domain.

[siempre-bucky]

sapphire tears

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x Reader

summary: Mickey's so pretty when he cries- tied up, and desperate for your touch.

warnings: dacryphilia, bondage, hand jobs

wc: 835

a/n: I would like to blame the photos of him in blue lighting and those gifs of Danny crying for this blurb.

Mickey cried sapphire tears. Beautiful shiny tears fell from the corners of his deep brown eyes, they resembled gemstones from how beautiful they looked on his tan skin. His eyes were blown from lust and droopy from exhaustion.

They felt warm on his cheekbone as they slowly dripped into the shell of his ear, thankful they muffled the buzzing sound of the vibrator torturing the underneath side of his cock. The WSO pulled on the rope that bound his hands and ankles to the bed in order to prevent himself from cumming. 

He’d been like this for at least forty-five minutes: a crying whimpering mess. His tear filled eyes tracked your movement as you slowly moved around the perimeter of the large bed. You looked down at his aching cock, the glistening pool of precum on his stomach made you shudder with anticipation. Swiping your tongue along your lower lip, you saw the bead of pre cum at the tip of his slit; it was almost as beautiful as his tears. 

“Oh, cariño,” you cooed, putting your hand on the side of his face and wiping away some of the tears with your thumb. “You cry so beautifully.” Mickey whimpered and bucked his hips as he felt you drag your thumb to his lips, pressing it in without a fight. A moan escaped your lips, his tongue ridding the digit of the salty tears. “Love when you cry for me.”

“Please,” he begged, pulling once more, your thumb gently pressing on his tongue. 

“What do you need?” you hummed, removing your thumb. You loved when he told you what he needed, there was something about his voice racked with sobs that did you in. 

“I-I need to cum,” Mickey sobbed, “Please, amor! He s-sido bueno!” 

You chucked mockingly at his begging and pressed a button on the vibrator, turning it up just one more tortuous notch. You grinned at the bitter moan he let out followed by a broken sob. “Can you take a little more?” you asked kindly, slipping out of the role he asked you to play. He was used to the control, used to calling the shots in the back seat of a multi million dollar jet. Some nights he just needed his mind to go blank and release the unshed stress induced tears; you were always willing to help. 

He stayed silent for a moment, weighing his options. “Mickey?” you said his name softly, stroking his cheek. The coil in his stomach was wound tightly, any more and he would cum without permission, but fuck he loved this feeling, loved it so much he begged for it—cried because of how good it made him feel. The twinge of pain was almost too much, he longed for your touch on him. Mickey finally answered with a shake of his head and a trembling response, “I can’t take it. Please make me cum,” he sniffled weakly. 

The buzzing of the vibrator came to an abrupt stop, Mickey’s hips stuttering and trying to thrust into nothing. Lovingly, you rubbed his muscular highs as you sat on your knees in between them. “You were so good, amor. You deserve this,” you tell him, using his pre cum as lube and quickly jerking the shaft. 

“Fuck!” he cried out, his eyes squeezing shut which resulted in more tears falling. Mickey’s wrists were burning as he pulled on the rope that prevented him from touching you, making your hand go faster. “I-I’m close,” he told you brokenly, rolling his hips into your touch. 

Your eyes swiveled between the swollen head of his cock and those watery eyes looking back at you. “Come on, Mickey,” you pout, “cum for me, sweet boy.” He looked down at the way your hand glided along his cock and he was done for. The coil snapped and the tingling feeling in his groin reached its precipice. Ropes of warm cum covered his toned abs, one even managing to land on his neck. 

Mickey laid still as you let out a breathy chuckle, obviously proud of his performance. He looked at the ceiling, the whole world spinning and his chest heaving. You removed the rope and grabbed a washrag from the bathroom. “Still with me, Mickey?” you asked as you cleaned his torso. 

He nodded in a silent response, still in a daze. “Good,” he spoke as you climbed into bed, pulling his body close to your side with his head nuzzled into your neck. “So good.” 

You laughed and used your thumb to wipe his tears, pressing kisses to his forehead “Cry baby,” you teased. Mickey’s grip tightened around you, a long unimpressed groan escaping his lips. His lips found the side of your neck, his perfect teeth dragging along your flesh. 

“Am not,” he whispered. 

You pouted, “But you cry so pretty for me, Mickey.” 

Mickey rose from his spot and gripped your jaw with the warm pads of his fingers. “I’m not the only one who can cry pretty, cariño.” 

[nemeunemaya]

*          discomfort on my face , wanna shut me up . warriors looking for game to hunt ! in your game, i’m the problem . (( plot ideas here ))   

🤍                  LITTLE HISTORY                  ;

Conheça um pouco sobre a Nemaya em alguns tópicos. 

nome : nemaya theongoni

idade : 27

módulo : esquadrão vil  

genitores : megara e hércules

traços : arrogante, sarcástica, charmosa e leal

hobbies : vida fit (todo tipo de exercício), pintura e piano no off

mbti : enfp

sexualidade : bissexual birromântica

comida favorita : mcdevil

inspiração : ellie (the last of us part. II), aelin galathynius (trono de vidro), louise le blanc (pássaro e serpente), johnny bravo && lorelai gilmore (gilmore girls)

skeleton : a duquesa sangrenta: nébula, a duquesa

faceclaim : im jinah

🤍                  PERSONALITY                  ;

A personalidade da desastrosa Nemaya. 

Por muito tempo, tudo que conheceu foi pesos de academia e flexões. Então, é de se imaginar que Nemaya não seja a pessoa que leva mais jeito com socializações possível. Muitas vezes, é pega falando algo que, para muitos, é indelicado ou até mesmo grosseiro, não conseguindo controlar a língua. É claro que também existe uma grande arrogância de sua parte, que faz com que seja excessivamente sarcástica, afinal tem noção do seu físico e acha que, só por isso, já coloca isso em uma posição elevada em relação a maioria das pessoas. 

Nemaya se demonstra, no entanto, tem um certo carisma que faz com que alguns não consigam tirar os olhos dela, principalmente quando faz alguma piadinha totalmente errada. Não se engane muito, pois ela sabe exatamente o que fazer para garantir que seja o centro das atenções. Além disso, é extremamente leal a quem se demonstra leal ela. Ah, mas se você fizer algo contra ela... Que Merlin te proteja! 

🤍                  BACKGROUND                  ;

O começo da vida de Nemaya foi um borrão de vazio e inconstâncias. As brigas entre Hércules e Megara eram uma certeza nos dias da criança, que vivia em uma guerra interna entre os dois. A genitora desejava a liberdade dos compromissos que envolviam ser a mulher de um semideus, enquanto ele se orgulhava firmemente de tudo que havia conquistado. A criança não era levada em consideração em qualquer momento, sendo criada por qualquer um exceto eles. Pareciam mais preocupados em destruir um ao outro do que com o que tinha sido o fruto daquele amor, que parecia não existir mais. Escutava, dentro do minúsculo quarto, os gritos e sons de objetos quebrando, revelando o quão perturbador era o relacionamento deles. Desde pequena, para Nemaya, o amor era feito de dor e brigas, nunca conhecendo ele de outra forma. Para ela, romance era intensidade o tempo todo. Mesmo com as brigas, na cabeça da menina, eles continuavam se amando apesar dos desentendimentos.

Tudo mudou quando Megara abandonou a casa que um dia tinha chamado de lar. Não sabe-se ao certo para onde ela foi, assim como as últimas palavras contendo mais ódio para aquela família que supostamente existia. Hércules não acreditou nenhum segundo que a esposa não voltaria, então falava para Nemaya que era tudo drama de uma mulher magoada. Depois de alguns meses sem retorno, Hércules perdeu a esperança, começando a colocar culpa na filha, que supostamente competia com a genitora e fazia com que Megara se sentisse inferior. Tentando não pensar na separação, o homem colocou na cabeça que a filha também teria o destino de ser uma grande guerreira, em um projeto mais pessoal do que pelo desejo da criança. Assim, o pai tornou-se o personal trainer da jovem. Comida restrita, muitos levantamentos de peso e muitas abdominais diárias. Ela podia ter apenas 8 anos, mas nunca é cedo demais para começar a praticar exercícios físicos! O shake proteico fazia parte do seu dia-a-dia, assim como uma boa barra de proteína pré-treino. McEvil nos finais de semana? Com certeza era proibido para Nemaya.

Ficou fadada a ser apenas o experimento de rato de academia do pai, vivendo o sonho de ser forte que nem ele, mesmo que jamais fosse acontecer. Enquanto isso, havia o impacto em não ter mais qualquer contato com a mãe, que era grande. Mesmo que desejasse enviar cartas para ela, tentando manter qualquer mínimo de contato, não conseguia descobrir o verdadeiro destino dela. Para Nemaya, era apenas uma confirmação do que o genitor tinha falado: era tudo culpa da sua existência. Assim, tomou como verdade aquilo, vivendo conforme o pai desejava, afinal apenas assim faria com que Hércules se afastasse. Por mais doloroso que fosse, ainda sim desejava ter uma família, desejando agradá-lo a qualquer custo.

A entrada em Tremerra representava supostamente a libertação para Nemaya, que não precisava viver atormentada pela ideia de Megara e pela pressão de Hércules. No entanto, as cartas enviadas constantemente para si por Hércules eram indício que jamais seria verdadeira livre da pressão que o genitor colocava na garota. Entrou nos Leões, assim como Hércules esperava e continuava com aquela maldita dieta, mesmo que uma vez ou outra conseguisse escapar. Quando sofreu o acidente, caindo do dragão, Nemaya foi impossibilitada de continuar no dragonball, o que foi um grande choque para a família. Ninguém sabia ao certo como reagir.

🤍                  POWER                  ;

Manipulação de corações.

O coração das pessoas irradiam emoções, fazendo com que Nemaya consiga ler através das cores presentes e da intensidade nas quais os corações brilham. Não pode evitar ver os corações de vez em quando involuntariamente (ou quando está curiosa), o que pega muitas vezes franzindo o cenho ao perceber as cores de alguém. Quando alguém está muito feliz, por exemplo, o coração irradia de uma forma quase cegante. Quando toca em outros, também consegue ver memórias associadas aos sentimentos que o coração implica, mas acontecem de maneira muito superficial. É muito útil, no entanto, quando percebe manchas escuras, por exemplo, tendo uma compreensão melhor das ações alheias. É frequentemente vista com dores de cabeça devido a intensidade de ficar recebendo sentimentos alheios o tempo todo.

🤍                  DAEMON                  ;

Conheça a Erato, dragão fêmea.

Sendo uma fêmea, recebeu o nome de Erato, em homenagem a uma das musas de quem o pai tanto falava. O contraste das íris púrpuras com as escamas pretas como ébano é algo que chama atenção, principalmente pela iridescência que as escamas parecem ter. Um amigo de Nemaya já brincou que parece que Erato sugou toda a luz do mundo, sendo a razão das escamas que tem um efeito único. De qualquer forma, mesmo que não seja o maior Wyvern já visto, é definitivamente um animal grande e excessivamente pesado. Por conta disso, o comportamento dele é um tanto preguiçoso, sempre dormindo e muito difícil de ser acordado se não desejar. Se tentar acordá-la antes da hora de alimentá-la, provavelmente receberá um olhar significativo para deixá-la em paz. Bem, não acontecerá nada demais caso não o faça, mas vai que Erato se revolta algum dia? Melhor não arriscar!

[bowbeforeyourunderworldgod]

noite dos pesadelos.

( tw: violência física. )

Estava elegantemente sentado com as pernas cruzadas, fitando seus próprios sapatos bem polidos quando tudo começou, seus dedos inquietos batucando a superfície do tecido da calça ansioso. Ansioso para o que vinha aí... Não se incomodou em mexer do lugar quando a música estridente adentrou pelos preciosos tímpanos de deus e monstros de pesadelos começavam a emergir como convidados inconvenientemente no salão de festa.

Hades sabia muito bem o quê veria quando encarasse as criaturas, por isso precisou fechar os olhos e canalizar toda sua paz interior enquanto seus demônios defendiam seu Rei de ataques de todos os lados.

Hades é o único dos três que não pode residir no Monte Olimpo. Apesar de ser uma figura importante quanto, não faz parte do panteão olímpico por causa de sua esfera de influência única e o elmo da invisibilidade. Os seus irmãos e primos acreditam que as almas dos mortos são destinadas a diferentes lugares após a morte, dependendo de suas ações em vida.

As almas virtuosas são recompensadas com a morada nos Campos Elísios, enquanto as almas más enfrentavam punição no Tártaro, ambos localizados no Submundo, sob seu o domínio. E aqueles que esperavam julgamento residiam no Érebo.

Sim, até mesmo o Deus do Submundo acredita em redenção para algumas almas.

Só algumas mesmo.

" Hey, daddy. What an unpleasant surprise… You didn't even insist on showing up at my wedding, but you did at this one. So, go there old man, do your best. "

As risadas dos pesadelos é um som insuportável que ecoaram pelas paredes, e ainda sim Hades se recusou contra-atacar. Retirou sua parede de proteção e enviou seus demônios novamente para o Submundo com suas chamas azuis.

E assim veio o primeiro soco na mandíbula. " Odeia tanto teu irmão Zeus que se não fosse por ele vocês três teriam sido um banquete e tanto!". O segundo soco do lado contrário do rosto. " Odeia tanta Zeus porquê sabe o quanto é parecido com ele. " Terceiro soco. " Odeia tanto Zeus porquê o entende e mesmo assim sabe que ele não faria nada por você." Quarto soco, o sangue não parava de escorrer, pintando todo o semblante do Deus do Submundo. " Sua família o rejeitou... Por quê se ilude com a tolice que Perséfone o ama?" O quinto soco foi impedido por sua mão, que esmagou a semelhante como fosse um papel amassado.

" You can talk shit about me, i can held this! But shut up fucking mouth to talk to my wife, okay? You can take everything from me, tear me apart particle by particle and even without an arms I can pray to protect Persephone and my children at any cost! "

Canalizou seu poder com as mãos, explodindo de dentro para fora todos os monstros ao seu redor, chuva vermelha nos limites mínimos do seu ataque.

Isso não é real, isso não é real, fica repetindo na sua mente, não podia esquecer.

A verdade é muito obscura e horrenda para ser abordada em um casamento, até mesmo um que terminava em sangue.

" Eu fico honrado de aguentar todo o fardo do fato de você mesmo rejeitou seus filhos e foi uma figura paterna de merda. Mas quando Perséfone entrou na minha vida, ela e sua felicidade é e sempre vão ser as minhas prioridades. E pela grandíssima referencia, nunca vou ser igual a você. Nunca vou ser um pai igual a você. É quase uma benção, an? O universo é mesmo uma grande piada de mau gosto "

Riu sem nenhuma graça, olhando para o relance da coroa e madeixas da Rainha do Submundo vindo em sua direção, flores e raízes emergindo do chão por onde os pés alheios pisavam.

Hades sorriu e relaxou seu espirito, curando cada hematoma no corpo mundano lentamente enquanto jazia no piso gelado, abrindo seus olhos e encontrando os da esposa, seu sorriso alargando mais ainda.

" Ei. Sabia que eu te amo? Alguma vez já 'te falei isso? "

[esuemmanuel]

Mi cabeza, el enemigo.

"No te mientas por convivir ni intentes aparentar que te importa. Sé tú, con toda tu tristeza, tu malestar, tu asco… ¡Y que el puto mundo siga girando en su mierda!"

Amanecí con agua en los ojos y un profundo vacío en mi interior. Me dicen por todas partes que no tengo nada porqué entristecer, porque todo lo tengo, porque nada me falta. Pero, nadie entiende la causa de mi tristeza… de este dolor que me castra… que me enoja… que me enajena. Yo sólo tengo una cosa buena, y eso es poder escribir. Si no escribo… siento que desfallezco. Pero, no sólo se trata de escribir, mi dolor va más allá… y siempre me he sentido así… desde que recuerdo…

¿Por qué veo al mundo tan denso… tan yerto… tan lejos de mí? ¿Por qué me siento tan ajeno… tan desconocido… tan irrelevante e invisible?

Toda mi vida me he sentido así… y no se va… no se va este pesar. A pesar de todo lo que hago y tengo, sigo sintiéndome ajeno… triste… y muerto. No me interesa ver el mundo de colores… no quiero sonreír, sólo quiero me dejen vivir mi amargura, mi acidez, mi renuncia, mi silencio y mi soledad. Yo también he sido una farsa. Creí que había aprendido a sonreír… a ver la vida de colores… a sentir la luz y esbozarla en las hojas… a ser consciente…. bueno… y noble. La realidad es que siempre me he odiado… y he odiado al mundo.

No me hallo… no me encuentro.

Un grupo de gente vino a desenmascararme, y me alegro por eso. Ya no más farsa… ¡Pura rebeldía y revolución! ¡Anarquía!

Siempre he tenido a mi peor enemigo, no cerca, dentro de mí… en mi cabeza. Saber que lo tengo dentro y que poco puedo hacer para callarlo, me abruma. No se cansa de hacerme ver lo que no quiero ver. Me orilla a ver la realidad… la falsedad detrás de las palabras… de la gente… del mundo.

La humanidad se lo ha creído todo y no hace nada para cambiar.

Miente. Roba. Mata. Sin piedad.

Y los pocos que se salvan quedan dañados por tanta mentira, robo, heridas e injusticia.

¡Esto es el mundo!

Es cansado intentar taparle los ojos a mi enemigo, porque tapárselos no inhibe al mundo de seguir siendo una porquería.

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My head, the enemy.

"Don't lie to yourself for living together or try to pretend to care. Just be you, with all your sadness, your discomfort, your disgust…. And let the fucking world keep spinning in its shit!"

I woke up with water in my eyes and a deep emptiness inside me. They tell me everywhere that I have nothing to be sad about, because I have everything, because I lack nothing. But, nobody understands the cause of my sadness… of this pain that emasculates me… that makes me angry… that alienates me. I have only one good thing, and that is to be able to write. If I don't write… I feel I faint. But it's not just about writing, my pain goes beyond that… and I've always felt that way… ever since I can remember…

Why do I see the world so dense… so barren… so far away from me? Why do I feel so alien… so unknown… so irrelevant and invisible? All my life I've felt this way… and it won't go away… this regret won't go away. In spite of all I do and have, I still feel alien… sad… and dead. I'm not interested in seeing the world in colors… I don't want to smile, I just want to be left to live my bitterness, my acidity, my resignation, my silence and my solitude. I too have been a farce. I thought I had learned to smile… to see life in colors… to feel the light and sketch it on the leaves… to be conscious…. good… and noble. The reality is that I have always hated myself… and I have hated the world.

I can't find myself… I can't find myself.

A group of people came to unmask me, and I'm glad for that. No more farce… Pure rebellion and revolution! Anarchy!

I've always had my worst enemy, not near me, inside me… in my head. Knowing that I have him inside me and that there is little I can do to shut him up, overwhelms me. It never tires of making me see what I don't want to see. It forces me to see the reality… the falsehood behind the words… of the people… of the world.

Humanity has believed it all and does nothing to change.

It lies. Steal. It kills. Without mercy.

And the few who are saved are left damaged by so much lying, stealing, hurting and injustice.

This is the world!

It is tiring to try to cover my enemy's eyes, because covering them does not inhibit the world from continuing to be a mess.