#someone give it a modelo

[powerison]

king bolete by larry

[teenidlegirl]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀౨౿  ׅ ۟   ֪ 𝓢ecrets 𝓐nd 𝓣emptations ۪ ׂ   𓈒 ୭

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ professor!miguel 𝓍 professor!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

ׄ   ׅ ྀ 𝓢𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. it was just a stupid party. drink, flirt, and gossip. you weren’t expecting to have a one nightstand with a charming, mysterious man. you also weren’t expecting he is the newly hired professor at the same university you teach at.

ׄ   ׅ ྀ 𝓒𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. college!au, strangers to enemies (sorta) to lovers, tension, angst, smut, protected sex, fem oral, confessions, jealousy, swearing, pet names, hispanic/latina!reader ( mdni )

ׄ   ׅ ྀ 𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝓝𝐎𝐓𝐄. i had lots of fun writing this, definitely another fav of mine. kudos to @lazyjellyfish300 for the wrist kissing scene because of her post. thanks for the inspo, queen! ♡

enjoy yourself tonight.

that’s what your friends told you.

despite your many objections, they dragged your ass to a party. a friend of a friend is throwing it. not wanting to be a complaining bitch, you suck it up and tag along. a basic mini dress and matching heels. nothing too extra, just simple.

the minute you arrive there, you want to leave. you don’t know anyone but you’re two friends, lyla and felicia. the best decision is to stick by their side. unfortunately, felicia is flirting with some tall light brunette skinny guy. he isn’t that attractive but everyone has their own taste. lyla, on the other hand, immediately heads over towards the food. she’s a big eater, already stuffing her mouth with appetizers.

a sigh escapes your lips. left all alone.

so much for enjoying yourself. your friends ditched you and you don’t know a single soul here so how the hell can you enjoy yourself tonight?

the only thing to enjoy is “double fantasy” by the weeknd playing through the speakers.

with nothing much else to do, you stumble towards the bar. you kindly ask the bartender for a modelo. the look he gives you says you picked an odd choice out of all options but shrugs it off and fetches your requested drink. you resist rolling your eyes.

fucking dick, you thought to yourself.

it’s been 10 minutes and you haven’t received your corona. your brows furrowed in confusion.

“excuse me?” you call out to the bartender, who’s dealing with other customers. of course the bastard didn’t hear you over the loud ass music. another sigh falls from your lips. “excuse me, sir?” you wave.

that finally got his attention but his slightly annoyed expression caught you off guard.

what’s this dude’s deal?

“you forgot my modelo.” you tell him, trying to be polite, maintaining your attitude.

he turns around and grabs it from the shelf.

it was there so easy to grab yet took him 10 minutes? he was just straight up ignoring you.

“sorry.” the bastard mutters without eye contact then walks away to tend other customers.

now you roll your eyes. “cabrón.” you mutter, grabbing the bottle and take a sip of the drink.

turning around, you scan the area. half talking on the sidelines and half on the dance floor. your eyes widen when you find felicia making out with that same guy. welp, at least she’s having a great time. you shrug it off with another sip of your modelo. glancing around, you begin feeling like an outcast. your fingers clench the glass bottle, holding it to your chest. standing there awkwardly as everyone else has fun.

instead of glancing around like a weirdo, you wander around the place. passing by all types of people you’re not familiar with. trying not to bump into someone, especially a drunk idiot.

with your social battery running low, or basically not in the mood to deal with people, you find a secluded space where not much people are. away from the dumb party. you stare out at the view, the gorgeous city of nueva york from a rooftop.

just a moment of solitude.

a delicious fresh breeze flows by, making you close your eyes to relish the refreshing air.

“escaping from the chaos?”

a baritone voice form behind makes your while around, startling you a bit.

a man, tall and broad. clad in all black. dress shirt, slacks, and oxfords. brown curls slicked back. a simple silver necklace dangling around his neck. a matching silver watch that was obviously expensive. his right hand holding a small glass.

utterly handsome, definitely your type. you only like brunettes. what caught your eye are those sharp cheekbones and strong jawline. so perfect and sharp, slide your finger along them and you’ll get a paper cut. firm, masculine facial features.

“parties aren’t really my forte.” the lack of enthusiasm in your voice says it all.

“you’re not alone.” he walks forward, walking up beside you. “they aren’t mine either.” he stares out at the view, taking a sip of his beverage.

you observe him with curious eyes. turning around so you’re facing the view again. only this time you have company. strangely enough, you don’t mind. you get a good whiff of his cologne. damn, he smells good.

you also realize exactly how tall this man is. way over a foot taller than you. perhaps two feet taller.

“suppose we’re the outsiders.” you joke.

“like the book?” he muses.

you quirk a brow, intrigued by his reference. “i guess so, classic book and movie.”

“agree.” the man hums.

a beat passed by before he speaks again. however, his next few words surprises you.

“i have to confess, i noticed you earlier.” he admits. “you caught my eye. i just had the urge to talk to you, as strangely as it sounds. which i apologize for.” he quickly adds that last phrase.

you gaze up at him. intrigued by his interest in you. it was foreign to you since you’ve only been on a few dates but never led to anything serious. or a man confessing wholeheartedly of their interest.

you notice his slight tensed expression when you don’t respond. the air got tensed as well.

“miguel o’hara.” he quickly introduces himself, extending his free hand for you to shake.

you finally respond with your name as you gently shake his hand. taking mental note of his engulfs yours completely. damn, they’re really huge. you make sure to not ogle at them.

“so what brings you here?” you decide to initiate a proper conversation. your interest in this man slowly grows. his mysterious aura is so alluring.

“mutual friend of the party owner. didn’t want to come but was forced to anyways.”

your brows raised in surprise. “in the same boat. i was dragged here then left like getting dropped off at daycare.” you take a sip of your drink.

that earns you a light snort from the tall man. “doesn’t seem like true friends.”

you shrug. “they’re great, just spending time with things they love. men and food.”

miguel’s head tilts a little, one thick brow quirk up. “what do you love?”

the question caught you off, definitely wasn’t expecting nor know how to answer. what do you love? it’s complicated, despite how simple it sounds.

“solitude. being alone is comforting.” your gaze returns to the view, away from his for a moment.

“i guess i ruined that comfort.”

you lightly shake your head. “you didn’t. surprisingly enough, your presence is actually the only one that doesn’t bother me tonight.” you look back at him.

it’s true. his alluring presence doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable or annoyed. intrigued and captivated instead. perhaps he is another outsider like you.

“well, i’m glad to know that.” the corners of his very plump lips twitch upward, a brief smile.

surprising, that makes your heart flutter a little. you’ve only met the man and already has an affect you. no other man has done that before.

you and miguel carry on your conversation, getting to know one another. you two retreated to the kitchen inside, sitting on the barstools at the kitchen island. sipping on your drinks. his fingers would linger beside your bare calf. his touch igniting sparks in your body. your expression remains a neutral as you talk, but internally screaming. damn this man really has an affect on you. perhaps the only good thing that came out from this stupid party.

“seems like it’s getting more intense. do you want leave? someplace less crowded where we can hear each other better.” a light chuckle left his lips.

a little smile graces your lips. “sure, besides i don’t wanna deal with more drunk idiots.”

that earns you another chuckle from him, making your heart flutter once again.

you try finding felicia and lyla to let them know you’re leaving but there’s too much people it’ll be possible to find them. you’ll just send them a text.

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miguel takes you a small pub which was much less crowded. you have dinner there since both of you didn’t eat at the party. this was much better, in a quieter atmosphere, no chaos, and having a sincere conversation with someone who’s considerate.

“can i kiss you?”

his husky, seductive tone makes your heart swoop.

you then remember this could lead to a one nightstand and nothing else. although, there is this spark between you two, obviously sexual tension. miguel may be a nice guy, just don’t fall too deeply. it’s be a one time thing. it’s also probably be the last time you’ll ever him since you two never talked about your personal life like jobs, if either of you live close by. you prefer to keep personal information private, miguel respected and understood that.

you nod with a tiny smirk. “polite, i like it.”

miguel grins as he leans closer. his breath fanning yours. his lips gently pressed against yours. a gentle, soft kiss. damn his lips feel good, all plumped and nice. yours, though, are addictively sweet. he can taste your lip gloss but doesn’t care if some get on his. you never thought you’d kiss in a pub, let alone in public but with miguel, you feel comfortable.

he takes you back to his apartment. on the drive there, his hand gently massaged your thigh while driving with the other. your body tingled in excitement at the sensation. the same hand never left your lower back as you entered his home.

instead of rushing to the bedroom, you two talk a little more. miguel reassured you if you wish to leave, if you’re not comfortable with this because he doesn’t want you to think he’s only looking for sex. he truly enjoyed his conversations with you. you told him it’s fine and want to stay with him.

truthfully, you’re excited for what’s coming but of course you keep that to yourself. you’ve been wet since the moment his fingers were on your calf back at the party. his touches are just something else.

gently taking your hand in his, miguel guides you to the bedroom. he turns around and gingerly cups your face with both hands then kisses you. your hand rest on his abs, feeling the muscles through his dress shirt. you fight the urge to unbuckle his belt, you don’t want to seem desperate.

the kiss grows more passionate. shivers go down your spine as his hands slowly trail down your back. shoulder blades, the curve of your spine, then at your hips right above your ass. you can sense his hesitation so you decide to apply some pressure into the kiss and roam your hands over his broad shoulders to tigger his tendencies.

it worked since he gently palms it through your dress, eliciting a soft moan from you. now that did trigger his urges. bending down, miguel grabs the back of your thighs and lifts you in his arms. instinctively, you wrap your legs around his slightly pinched waist as he walks towards the bed. very carefully, miguel placed you down the mattress, hovering over you, yours lips never detach. your fingers dig into his brown curls as your passionate makeout season continues.

you softly sigh as his lips brush along your jawline then your delicate neck. fingers playing with his curls, making miguel’s mind hazy.

he leaves a few more butterfly kisses on your neck before lifting up. miguel glances at your chest then your eyes. “puedo?”

you nod with smirk, hiding your excitement.

his fingers grip on the zipper on the front of your dress and slowly pulls it down. miguel bites back a moan as peeks of your cleavage are revealed to his lustful eyes. a glimpse of your black lacy bra hugging your breasts perfectly like a gift.

you inhale sharply as his large palms gently cup them. he gives them a gentle squeeze, eliciting a soft gasp from you. board palms playing with the soft squishy fat, kneading it with expertise. the lacy fabric of your bra on his fingertips. the addicting sensation makes you arch your back, chest leaning into his touch. miguel buries his face in your cleavage, kissing and licking the soft skin. a moan falls from your lips when his hands push them together, stuffing his face more with your soft tits.

one hand trails down to the hem of your dress. “is this okay?” he lifts his head to meet your gaze.

you hum with a nod.

miguel slowly pulls your dress off your body over your head then tosses it on the floor. his breath gets caught in his throat at the sight of your exposed body. eyes roaming over each curve.

his admiring gaze makes you a little nervous. it’s been a while since you’ve been intimate with someone. last time was a one nightstand with some asshole, in the beginning he didn’t seem like one, and he only went straight for pound town, not silently worshiping like the mysterious man above is.

you also don’t want to be the only one almost naked. your fingers grip on his belt. “your turn, guapo.”

a low chuckle falls from his lips. “impatient.”

you help him unbutton his shirt, revealing his toned chest. decorated with chest hair. the sound of his belt unbuckling makes your body tingle in excitement, specifically down to your throbbing core.

your eyes widen in awe at his muscular form. chest hair, delicious abs, and mouthwatering happy trail. they widen more as you notice the large bulge in his boxers. you expected him to be big due to his large frame but the outline makes it look like a monster.

“lift up your hips for me.” he said.

you obliged, lifting your hips. miguel slides a pillow underneath, giving you some support.

he bends down towards your legs. grabbing one leg, his lips brush against your calf. miguel slowly trails up your leg, reaching towards your inner thigh. your heart raced in anticipation. your breath hitched as you feel his lips sucking your inner thigh. your core throbs terribly, desperate for him.

he grins against your skin as he feels your legs twitch. “impatient for me, huh gatita?” he slowly moves towards your clothed cunt. miguel’s grin widens as he hears a small whine from above.

“no te procupes, gaitia. i’ll make sure you scream my name.” his seductive words makes sends shivers down your spine. gripping the edges of your panties, miguel slowly drags them down your legs.

those crimson eyes never leave your exposed pussy as he tosses your panties on the floor. grabbing your thighs and placing them on his bulky shoulders, miguel dives in and licks a stripe up your throbbing core. making you shudder and let out a soft moan. he switches between licking you up and sucking your sweet bundle of nerves. those sweet noises you’re making encouraged him to continue.

“dios… you taste amazing, gatita.” he moans against you, sending vibrations through you. “my dessert tonight.” he says in between licking and sucking.

his lips suck bit more aggressively on your clit, causing you to moan loudly. instinctively, you dig your fingers in his hair once again. each lick and suck makes you grip on his hair tighter, earning a muffled groan from the brunette man.

“miguel!~” you moan, arching your back off the bed as he starts penetrating you with his tongue.

the tip of the wet muscle penetrating you perfectly. causing your back to arch like waves. instinctively, you grind against his face. endless moans spilling from your lips. you definitely weren’t expecting him to be such a munch. each flick of his tongue, lips sucking your clit contain with such expertise.

after more flicks of his tongue, you come with a wail of his name. gushing over his tongue with your sweetness. a shiver runs down his spine at how beautifully you sang his name. miguel drinks you up feverishly as if he found an oasis.

finally, he moves away from your now sensitive pussy. “delicious, gatita. best dessert ever.” miguel seductively runs his tongue over lips, collecting the leftover of your sweetness. the sight makes your pussy flutter. he caught that and smirks.

grabbing a condom packet from the nightstand, miguel swiftly takes off his boxers. his cock bouncing out from its confinements. your eyes blown out by the size of it. holy shit he’s really fucking huge. there is no way that will fit inside you. your pussy, however, throbs for it, despite its size.

he sensed your apprehension. “i’ll be careful. lo prometo, gatita.” miguel climbs back on the bed, hovering your smaller figure.

“do you trust me?” he asks softly. “if we need to stop, tell me.” sincerity in his tone.

you nod. “i trust you.”

gripping his cock with a hand and the other on your thigh, miguel aligned himself with your entrance. a shared moan mingles in the steamy air as he slowly slides through your tight fluttering walls.

“fuck- so tight, gatita. gotta let me in a little more, por fav.” miguel groans.

you try by spreading your legs as much as you can, giving him the space he needs. a soft whimper falls from your lips as you feel his bulbous tip settled against your sweet spot. as soon as he bottoms out and you give him the green light, he does a slow thrust. eliciting a soft moan from you.

gingerly taking both your wrists with one hand, miguel’s gaze is locked with yours as he slowly kisses them then pins them above your head on the pillow.

“gonna make you feel good, hermosa.” he whispers huskily before capturing your lips with his, slowly thrusting into your tight cunt.

your moans and whimpers are muffled, sallowed by miguel’s lips. his cock slowly dragging out before plunging it back inside your fluttering walls with a deep slow thrust, allowing you to feel every inch of him. even with the condom on, you feel all of him.

miguel is in awe of your blissful expression. fluttering lashes, brows furrowed, gorgeous eyes rolled back, pretty sounds falling from your lips, back arched. a sense of pride flowing through his veins, knowing he is causing those movements of ecstasy.

“hermosa… taking me so well.” he softly pants, face leaning closer towards yours. his panting gently hitting your face as he admires you.

“oh miguel~” you moan as a big deep thrust hits your sweet spot. back arched for the hundredth time.

he lets out a groan as he feel yours walls clenching his cock. going insane at the sensation, motivating him to slowly pick up the pace of his hips.

obscure sounds mingles in the hot air of sex. your moans and his groans in unison. his hips snaps against yours at a faster pace. with his free hand, it travels down to where you’re connected and flicks your clit with his middle finger. causing you to moan loudly which makes him smile, back arched off the bedsheets at the sudden intense sensation. your hands balled into fists, nails digging into your palms.

“no other man has fucked you like this, huh gatita?” he pants above you. a grin on his face that grows wider when you shake your head followed by a whine.

the bed rocked due to miguel’s slight harsh thrust. the headboard repeatedly hitting the wall. he’ll get complaints from his neighbors but doesn’t give a shit. this intimate moment with you is more important than worrying about disturbing his dumbass neighbors’ slumber.

a few more rough flicks to your puffy clit and thrusts against that sensitive spot, you come with a wail of his name. gushing over his concealed cock, miguel wishing he could truly feel it but accepts it and is too mesmerized by your angelic expression as you reach the pinnacle of pleasure so beautifully.

as soon as he gently releases your wrists, you use all your strength and flip positions. miguel’s eyes go wide as he’s suddenly laying on his back, impressed by your sudden take of control but oh so loves the view above him. resting your hands on his abs, you ride his cock after feeling desperate to do so. another loud moan escapes your lips. you feel him deeper in this position. all the way in your guts.

large palms grip the fat of your hips, tightening with each roll of your hips. while riding the fuck out of him, you suddenly remembered you’re still wearing your bra. quickly unclasping it with a hand, the garment falls off your chest, freeing your breasts. miguel’s eyes widen, a groan rumbling from his chest at the sight of your exposed breasts. watching them jiggle as you bounce on his dick. a thin layer of sweat coating them like a dressing.

a deep feeling of hunger bubbles in his body. his hands on your hips travel up to your bouncing tits and gropes them. kneading the soft mounds feverishly. relishing the squishiness in his palms. with his thumb and index finger, he pinches your perky nipples then gently tugs them. eliciting a loud whine from you. the reaction makes him grin.

a loud groan erupts from his throat, throwing his head back against the pillow as you circle your hips in sinful manner. “oh fuck- mami…” instinctively, his hands return to your hips, tighter this time.

your legs were about to give out due to the burning sensation but miguel’s hands on your hips guiding you was a big help. the more you bounce on his cock, the faster both your orgasms were approaching.

“fuck- i’m gonna—“ miguel cuts himself with a load groan as he reaches his climax. spurting thick white ropes into the condom, filling it with his seed. secretly wishing it was your pussy.

you come as well, marking it as your third time tonight. you’re never orgasmed so much in your life. definitely an incredible experience.

you collapse on his chest and miguel immediately wraps his arms around you. your pants echoing the room as you both recover from your highs. his thumb tenderly rubbing up and down your spine as comfort.

after a few minutes to recover, miguel tossed out the used condom in the trash and carefully cleans you up with a towel from his bathroom. after cleaning up and giving you a water bottle, he then joins you in the covers and allow slumber to call both your names.

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you never forgot that night.

you left that morning before miguel woke up. a part of you felt guilt but it was a one nightstand after all. despite the chemistry between you two. some things are meant to end. it’s just how life is.

besides, you’ll probably never see him again. miguel radiates that mystery guy vibe who’ll you will meet once and never again afterwards.

you really liked him, you really did. still do, in fact. he never left your mind. his touch still lingering on your skin like a ghost. how good he made you feel, the sex and conversations with him. you felt so comfortable with him. however, it was just a one time thing.

oh well.

now summer activities are over and the new school year begins. another year giving lectures. you love your job as a professor, encouraging and motivating students to become their best.

each year is different. you’re excited to see what’s in store for this school year.

dressed in a fresh outfit for the first day. a baby pink blouse with a long white silk skirt. after your first two lectures, you decide to head to the teachers lounge for a quick cup of coffee. you didn’t go to your usual cafe this morning since you were in a bit of a rush.

entering the lounge, you head over to the counter where the coffee maker is. waving and greeting fellow colleagues on your way in. once you make your coffee, you stir it with a plastic spoon. after enough stirring, you take a small sip to test if it’s good. a satisfied hum from your lips says it all.

as you turn around to start your journey back to your classroom, your heart drops.

standing across the room talking with a few other male colleagues, a man with brown hair and stands way taller than his two counterparts. clad in black button up shirt and dark denim jeans. a pair of thick rimmed glasses settled over his eyes.

miguel.

the same miguel from the stupid party.

the same miguel you fucked that same night.

suddenly, you feel paralyzed. a wave of shock coursing through your body. jaw dropped and eyes popping out of your damn skull.

he’s a fucking professor here? at the same fucking university as you? what the actual fuck.

you fucked a coworker?

oh fuck.

those thoughts pause the moment his eyes meets yours before widening as well. his expression matches yours. a wave of anxiety hits you.

shit shit shit.

your body goes into panic mode and you bolted out of lounge. not sparing a glance at him. anxiety consumes your body like a virus. heart pounding in your chest as you hurriedly walk down the hallway. you didn’t notice the concern looks given your way as you rush back to your classroom.

a sudden wave of nausea hits you as you enter your classroom and hurriedly shut the door. tossing your coffee in the trash. the nausea destroyed your thirst and hunger simultaneously. holding your hands close to your chest, you slowly slide down against the door before sitting on the cold tile floor. the rapid drumbeat of your heart echos in your ears. chest heaving frantically and eyes fluttering.

this can’t be happening. this can’t be true.

miguel is a fucking professor?

but you’ve never seen him before in previous years. you’ve been teaching at nueva york university for four years. never once you saw his devilish handsome face on this campus. you’re 100% sure of it.

oh shit- is he new?

word has been announced a new professor, a biology professor specifically, has been hired.

oh my god- it’s fucking miguel.

glancing at the clock on the wall, your phone was on your desk so you couldn’t read the time easily, it’s an hour before your next lecture. that gives you time to deal with this mindfuck and calm down.

all you pray is to not run into miguel at all.

that ultimately fails when he catches you in the parking lot.

“don’t touch me.” you aggressively shrug away from his light touch on your upper arm, stomping your way to your car as fast as you can.

“please, can we talk?” miguel pleads, almost sounds desperate as he follows you like a lost puppy.

“no, stay the fuck away from me.”

“hermosa, pro favor—“

“stop!” you whirl around with bloodshot eyes, making him stop in his tracks. “stop following me! i don’t wanna fucking talk to you… at least, not in public…” you quickly glance around the parking lot, making sure there’s no bystanders.

his eyes do the same before sighing, his shoulders slumped. “i know, just please let me explain to you.”

you shake your head. “i said not in public.”

“then let’s go someplace else.”

“i’m not going anywhere with you.”

he frowns, secretly butthurt. “¿porque?”

“because i don’t wanna be seen with you because we’re coworkers! when people see us together too close, they’ll get the wrong idea.”

another sigh escapes his lips, understanding what you’re implying. “i understand but we really do need to talk—“

“no, we’re not talking. end of conversation.” you stomp your way to your car, which was only a foot away, ignoring miguel’s pleads.

part of you really wants to talk to him, know what the fuck is going on. it’s the right thing to do but the potential gossip of two professors hanging out with each other a bit too closely which could jeopardize you both consumes your mind.

miguel gives up and stops chasing after you once you got into your car and drive off with a pissed off face. shoulders still slumped as he sighs, feeling defeated and a little frustrated.

“fuck…” he curses at himself, running a hand through his brown curls.

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you avoided miguel like a fucking plague.

cooped up in your classroom majority of the day. the only times you’d leave is to use the restroom, fr an a quick snack from the local campus cafe, meet other professors for discussions.

luckily, miguel hasn’t shown up to your classroom. probably doesn’t know which room number is yours. although, you don’t doubt he has asked others for it. but still, he hasn’t shown up yet.

you never stepped foot in the lounge in fear of seeing him there like the previous time. too afraid to see his large silhouette around campus and chase after you.

you feel so fucking guilty. you truly are making this worse and awkward than it already is. you should talk to him, sort this shit out. communication is key.

but fear is consumes you like virus.

you fucking a coworker would cause a scandal. okay, maybe you’re being a little dramatic. you and miguel are both adults and professors. you just don’t want drama or gossip spreading around. coworkers whispering behind your back. that’s the last thing you need, more bullshit added to your list.

you exhale deeply as you walk down the hall towards your classroom. the first lecture starts in 20 minutes so you had time to grab breakfast at the campus cafe. a croissant sandwich and fruit.

“hey!” a familiar male voice calls out.

turning around, you see your coworker eddie. a sigh of relief leaves your lips, thankful it’s not miguel.

“hey, eddie.” you greet your friend with a smile.

“hey, me and the guys are meeting at jackie’s tonight. you still planning to come?”

the guys consist of you, eddie, your coworker peter and his wife mj, your other coworker jessica and her husband. eddie used to bring his girlfriend anne until they broke up. almost every friday, you all would head over to jackie’s, the local bar for funnies.

you nod with a smile. “yep, i’ll be there.”

“okay, cool! also, should i get red or white tulips?”

you quirk a brow, smirking. “you’re really trying to win back anne, aren’t you?”

a shameful smile plastered on his face. “yeah…” he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck with a hand.

you sigh, shaking your head with a smile. “white because they represent forgiveness.”

eddie claps excitedly with a big grin before pulling you in a quick, tight hug. “thank you, thank you, thank you! you’re the best!”

you chuckle at his enthusiasm. “of course, eddie.”

“see you tonight!” he lets you go then starts walking away with a wave.

you laugh, waving back. you hope things work out for him and anne, unlike you and miguel. you dismiss the thought with a head shake and walk away.

unknowingly, a pair of jealous brown eyes observed the interaction from down the hall. miguel knew eddie, one of the coworkers he became acquainted with on his first day. he sometimes gets on miguel’s nerves with his shitty ass humor, and consistent crying about his breakup with anne.

but oh eddie was really on his nerves when he pulled you into a hug. miguel’s jaw clenched and fists tightens at the intimate moment. he knows eddie is still in love with anne, would never chase after another woman because his heart still beats for her. by the interaction, it seems you two are friends which is totally fine. it’s normal to have friends.

but miguel’s brain says otherwise. eddie’s arms wrapped around you made his eye twitch. jealously boiling in his veins. miguel knows he shouldn’t be jealous because you’re not his and he’s not yours. but his feelings for you are strong. he wished it was him giving you that hug, just to feel you in his arms again.

your distant behavior was taking a toll on him. turning on your heel the minute he sees you and tries chasing you but ultimately fails. it leaves him upset and frustrated. miguel needs to talk to you.

he needs to find a way.

he has find a day to talk to you.

⠀⠀⠀⠀𓂃 ୨ ₊ 𓂃 ౨ৎ   𓂃 ₊ ୧   𓂃

as you’re walking down the hall to your classroom, a yelp falls from your lips as you’re suddenly yanked by the arm into a supply closet. whirling around to face whoever snatched you, your eyes widen.

“motherfucker…”

“i’m sorry, i didn’t have another choice.” miguel holds up his hand cautiously.

“dragging me into a supply closet, where the janitor can clearly walk in, was your only choice?”

he lowers his hands. “okay, not the greatest idea but i just need to talk to you.”

“no.” you try moving past him but his bigass frame blocks you completely. “ugh! move, miguel.”

“not until we talk.” he said sternly, crossing his arms.

you groan, rolling your eyes. “ya te dije, i don’t wanna talk to you. especially not here, miguel.”

“tell me why you’re freaking out and i’ll let you go.”

anger and impatience boils in your veins. nails digging into your palms as your fists tightens. “i swear, if you don’t move i’ll—“

“what are you gonna do, gatita?” he coos, smirking.

“don’t call me that, especially in public.”

“we’re in a supply closet, there’s no one else.”

you grown out of frustration. “ay por dios, miguel! let me out! i have a class in 10 minutes!”

miguel just stands there with an intimidating expression, piercing eyes looking down at you. his heart races in his chest. being so close to you again makes his mind hazy. it’s been weeks, almost a month since you’ve been in the same space, standing so close to each other. he fought his demons to touch you, hold you in his arms.

you whine, running both hands over your face. you can’t believe this is happening. locked in a closet with the man who’s been constantly on your mind. tossing and turning in your bed having wet dreams about. whose touches still linger on your skin.

you hate the way he towers over you so easily. you hate the way he can corner you with his big frame. you hate the way your heart is racing because of him.

“fine, you wanna talk? let’s talk. why didn’t you tell me?” you fold your arms, mirroring his posture.

you went straight to the point.

miguel sighs, frowning. “first, you never mentioned you worked at a college. second, at the time i didn’t know if i was getting the job or not. i didn’t get a call until a week after we met.”

allowing his words to sink in, you do remember not mentioning you’re a professor at nyu. you kept personal information private.

“okay, the first part is on me.” you state before sighing once again. “fuck…” you lean against the wall with a thud, staring at the ceiling to avoid his eyes.

“trust me, i’m just surprised as much as you are.” miguel takes a small step closer.

you look back at him, staring at each other for a moment. if you had superhearing, you’d hear both your rapid heartbeats. the close proximity makes you and miguel anxious, bashful messes.

quickly blinking, you snap out of it. “there, we talked, bye.” swooping past him, you quickly open the door and walk out, not giving him enough time to react.

thankfully, there wasn’t anyone in the hallway. rushing back to your classroom, you swiftly close the door and sat down at your desk. you let out a deep breath before slouching down in your chair.

you can’t believe that just happened.

⠀⠀⠀⠀𓂃 ୨ ₊ 𓂃 ౨ৎ   𓂃 ₊ ୧   𓂃

coffee and books, two of your favorite things. you pay a visit to your local bookshop café. you spend an hour and a half slipping on coffee while reading a murder mystery novel. once it’s time to leave, you pack up your things and exit the little café.

the night sky above tells you it was late. on the path home, you pass by a sketchy alleyway. decorated in graffiti and trash scattered among the floor. a shadowy figure emerges from the shadows.

“hello, gorgeous.” a homeless man.

you ignore him, picking up the pace so you can avoid the man at all costs.

“don’t walk awayyyy.” the idiot slurs.

“please, stay away from me.” you keep on walking but you can hear his footsteps behind you. anxiety begins creeping through your veins.

“whaaat, i’m not gonna—“

“leave the lady alone.” a third voice said.

turning around, you see miguel standing in between you and the homeless guy.

“s-sorry, man.” the man holds up his hands in surrender. a slightly frightened look on his face before walking away like a coward.

with a stern frown, miguel keeps a cautious eye on the guy until he was completely gone. he then turns around, about to ask if you’re okay but you opened your mouth already.

“you’re following me, now? fucking creep.”

miguel lets out a frustrated groan. “i’m not following you. i just left the boxing gym and was on my way home then i saw you on the way.”

“uh huh, sure.” you narrow your eyes at him.

“ay mujer, when will you fucking believe me for once?” a sigh escapes his lips.

your eyes dart at his outfit. a black tank top and a matching sweatshirt over it. gray motherfucking sweats. strings of hair sticked to his forehead due to sweat. his duffel bag hanging over his shoulder.

fuck, he looks so good. you imagine him boxing, muscles rippling with each punch—

no, can’t have horny thoughts right now.

“what is this? my knight in shining armor? real fucking classic, miguel.”

“wh- no. that homeless guy wouldn’t stop bothering you so of course i had to stop him.”

“oh so what? you want my token of gratitude? sorry, i don’t have a handkerchief on me.” you pretend checking yourself for one. “i’ll just say thank you and goodbye.” you turn around and start walking away.

miguel blinks in disbelief at your childish tactics then proceeds to follow you. “you can’t just keep ignoring me and pretend nothing happened!”

“yes, i can.” you state firmly, still walking away.

“just talk to me!”

“miguel!”

a pregnant pause falls between you two. staring at one another. chests heaving, feeling breathless. your yelling cussed some heads to turn but neither of you care. people continue brushing past you both.

“not here…” you plead softly.

with a sigh, miguel silently nods and you both walk back to your apartment. the tension grew stronger during the silent walk back.

once you stepped foot into your apartment, you force miguel to take a shower because you don’t want his sweaty ass sitting in your living room. he teasing comment about showering together earned him a slap on the arm. his chuckling and smirk on his handsome face makes your skin crawl. he changed into his other set of clothes, different shirt and sweats. you take a shower after him, changing into a nightgown with a silky robe over it.

how the fuck did it get this far? one minute you’re avoiding him like a fucking virus at work, then he’s sitting on your couch after using your shower.

after offering him tea, you hand him is mug then sit down on the other end of the couch, leaving mic space between you two. much to his dismay but miguel understands and respects it.

another long awkward silence before miguel speaks up. “i was really happy i found you…” he glances at you. “i haven’t stop thinking about you since.”

that made your heart skip a beat.

“i really enjoyed spending time with you. i’ve never felt so connected with anyone before. i knew you were special the moment i saw you and i’m glad i decided to go to that dumb party to meet you.” he turns so he’s fully facing you. “believe me, spending time with you is better than any party.”

your heart did multiple summersaults. his words created butterflies in your tummy. never in your life someone had said such heartwarming words to you, nevertheless about you.

“when you left,” you notice his tone changes, a bit more sorrowful. “i was scared i’d never see you again. i asked some friends from the party if they knew you or at least your friends so i could find you. but i got no luck so i…” he pauses for a moment, sighing.

that guilty feeling returns, consuming your body. “i’m… i’m sorry i left. it’s just… i thought it was a one time thing so…” your gaze falters.

miguel frowns, upset but understands. he was about to say something but you continue on. he didn’t mind though. he wants to hear you.

“but the truth is i do feel the same way. i haven’t stopped thinking about you either. our conversations did mean something to me. i’ve never felt so comfortable with someone, especially right off the bat. it felt so nice having a sincere connection because it’s hard to find that with someone.”

you quickly glance up and see his expression softened. it reminds you of those conversations with him that night. how attentive and thoughtful he was.

“the reason why i’m freaking out is because coworkers dating isn’t really looked upon on well.” you tear away from his gaze with a shrug, concealing your embarrassment. “i didn’t want gossip spreading around and affect our jobs. especially you since you just started.” you let out another sad sigh.

that frown returns, but a concern frown. “hermosa…” scooting closer so he’s next to you, he gingerly cups your cheek with a hand, making you look back at him. “i appreciate your concern, a lot. i understand coworker relationships aren’t praised but honestly i don’t care.” he watched your eyes widen. “i don’t care what they say. what i do care about is you.”

your heart flutters, butterflies in you belly.

with both hands, he gently holds your face in his hands like the precious thing is in his palms. “i really like you, querida. i want nothing more than getting to know more of you, if you let me.”

at this point, you heart is beating like a drum. lashes fluttering and cheeks warm. his kind, heartwarming words washes your worries away. finally, you allow your heart to win. gently placing your hands on his wrists, you give them a loving squeeze. “sí.”

the corner of his lips curl up into a smile. a smile that makes your heart swoon. leaning closer, miguel gently pressed his lips on yours in a soft kiss. your hands leave his wrists to cup his face. his hands slowly move down your body, fingers skimming over the fabric of your silky robe waist as the kiss grows more passionate. instinctively, you wrap your arms around his neck and lean closer. his own secured around your waist, tugging you closer to him.

things escalated quickly, growing spicier. soft moans and groans. lips devouring one another. hands roaming around feverishly. left with no patience, miguel quickly rises from the couch and rushes to your bedroom, carrying you bridal style in his arms. your laughs echoing in the hallway.

perhaps everything was going to be fine. as long as miguel is by your side and you by his, no negative comments or criticism will stop you from loving each other. in fact, nothing but praises came your way when your relationship was later revealed.

everything was fine.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. ♡ @rinyukaa @laysmt @felinespark @eatalyy @devotion @miss-canon-event @club-danger-zone @clearlysworld @unhinged-reader-36 @slut4oscarissac23 @hao-ming-8

© teenidlegirl. don’t steal, plagiarize, or translate my work. ♡

[belles-non-wallpapering-content]

Late night E.S x fem! Reader

Overture- Your boyfriend of a few weeks comes to visit you in the middle of the night, to use your shower after being unfortunately slimed halfway across town from the fire station

Cws- cheek kissing, pre established relationship, brief sort of mention of sex? No detail, and it’s like one sentence, mentions of ghosts and slime.

A/N- Day 4, I’m about a half hour late but in my defense I spent the day slinging over-priced margaritas and left smelling like Modelo extra. Also pretend Egon is the one covered in slime in the picture, looking up Egon Spengler slime, really only gets you pictures from THAT scene

***

It was almost midnight when someone knocked on your door. You weren’t in the habit of opening the door that late, your apartment wasn’t in the best neighborhood, even by New York standards, but you figured you’d at least check the peephole. Right as you got to the door though, you heard a familiar voice calling your name, and you rushed over. It was your boyfriend, and he never stopped by this late without calling.

“Hey, are you ok? What happened?” When you finally got all the locks undone, you hit a good look at him. His glasses were a little crooked, and he looked like someone threw him in the Hudson, but other than that he looked alright.

“I’m alright but there was a ectoplasmic incident. I was doing a late night call close to here, and I was wondering if I could use your shower before this sets.”

“Oh my god of course, it’s just down the hall, I’ll get you something to drink for when you're done.”

“Thank you, Y/N, I really appreciate it.” You stopped him for just a second as you used your thumb to wipe off his cheek so you could give him a quick kiss.

“It’s no problem, go ahead.” Instead of moving, he stopped to put shoe covers over his boots. He didn’t want your carpet to get slimed. He really was the sweetest under that needlessly formal exterior.

He took his shower, and you got a soda for him out of the fridge before going to find something for him to wear. You liked men’s t-shirts anyway, so you got one out for him (even though you really couldn’t imagine him in one), and a pair of pajama pants he could wear.

He came out in a towel, and you could’ve sworn you’d died. Every expression that could’ve been on your face was gone in favor of something between jaw-dropped staring, and mortal terror.

“Sorry, is it alright if I stay here until my under-clothes dry a little bit?” His sheepish reaction to your blatant staring finally got your stupid, broken, brain to process what he said.

“Yes Egon, of course. I’ll get you some stuff to wear.” You came back into the hall with the clothes, folded and ready.

He disappeared back into the bathroom to change and when he came back you were still staring.

“Is something wrong?” He looked down to make sure he’d gotten his clothing back in order.

“No!—No, it’s just I’ve never seen you so casual before. I like it, is all.”

“Oh. Well then—“ he stopped to readjust his glasses, although they were still a little crooked from earlier. You took the opportunity to grab his hand when it came down, leading him to the couch to sit next to him.

About an hour into a movie you were pretending to watch, you noticed something. Now that his hair was fully dry, it was like he was never covered in slime at all, let alone less than a few hours ago.

“How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Your hair still looks perfect, post-slime.”

“Oh, Ray and I made this substance to keep our hair healthy during work and in the lab, it seals out moisture above a certain viscosity. It looks kind of like hairspray, I keep some in the firehouse.”

“You’re so cool.”

“I don’t think that’s the adjective many people would go for—“

“It’s accurate.”you held onto him like a teddy bear, even if only for a second. You didn’t want to overwhelm him. But there was one more thing you wanted to say to him. His clothes were just about dry, and otherwise he was going to leave soon.

“You know, you can—stay. If you want, you know if you don’t have to go back to work tonight.” By the end of your meandering sentence you were more focused on messing with the hem of your shirt than making any sort of eye contact with Egon.

“You would be alright with that?” He said it in a way that was neutral, if not a little stern. Like he was trying to press to see if you’d offered to be nice, or because you thought that’s what he came here for.

“I would, I’d actually like that a lot.” He looked a little bit shocked, and you were immediately worried you came on too strong.

“Only if you want to, of course. I didn’t mean to like, trap you here. And we wouldn’t have to, you know— do anything. I know we haven’t really gotten there.” Suddenly the hem of your shirt was the most interesting thing in the world again.

“That would be nice.” You gave him a kiss on the cheek, and pulled him up from the couch.

“In that case, let’s go to bed.” You had barely led him a few steps, grateful that he hadn’t let go of your hand.

“I thought you’d never ask.” He lightly pulled back on your arm, bringing you back towards him until your back was flush against his chest. Then and only then did he let you continue walking.

[caffieneaddictt18]

Mate

werewolf x reader who works at Walmart - just meeting. Kind of random but i get bored at work sooo....

"Yo, yo, yo, what's poppin?" I ask as I approach a couple with a baby, probably in their late 20s. My hand is already blindly grabbing for my name badge.

"Hi!" The woman says smiling, "The machine just stopped and said something about a scale. I'm just trying to weigh my zucchini."

The man next to her nods as he plays with the baby, as to back her up. I don't necessarily care.

My shins are starting to hurt... I thought the new ortho shoes would help...

My hands go through the practiced motion of taking whatever was on the scale off, pressing the button for zucchini, and then weighing it. Aka, the only way to weigh your produce that doesn't throw the machine into a hissy-fit.

"Easy-peasy," I slap on my customer service voice like the passed on Queen of England decided to step into Wal-Mart, "Just make sure to press the button beforehand, and then weigh the produce. And it's so funky." I try to make it relatable for the woman, "Some produce needs to be weighed and others need to be counted. It gets confusing." I smile and see her smiling in relief, thankful that someone understands her.

Someone does but it aint me. This is my whole ass job.

I smile and say the unforgettable 'Have a great day!' before leaving and having to walk around the self-check.

New big boss gonna fire me if I stop walking... fucking bullshit. I see a toy that was placed on a chip shelf and mess with it as I go to put it away.

"Hey! Hey! Girl!" Someone snaps their fingers at me. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, smiling a smile that would put Alastor to shame.

"Hello! What seems to be the problem today?" My customer service voice is getting strained as I see it's just an old man wanting to buy alcohol.

"The machine will need you to check my age when I buy this alcohol." He gestures to the cart that has it's undercarriage filled with Modelo.

I look at his order on his screen and scroll through it. "Well, sir, it looks like you haven't scanned it yet, so I can't give you the go ahead; But once you do, I can definitely give you the go ahead to buy it." I throw it back in his face, trying to make him feel as stupid as possible. He scoffs and takes the hand scanner off the terminal and it starts beeping loudly at him.

"Stop yelling at me!" He shouts, frustrated that it won't stop beeping and won't scan his beer.

"Well, sir, it is a machine, so it can't yell at you. It doesn't have a mouth. It's just beeping because the batteries are going out, but you can definitely wait until the hand scanner flashes green, and then it should work." I patiently wait for him to put it back on the terminal. And once it flashes green, he scans the beer.

The first notification, asking if the customer looks younger than 40, pops up. I look back at the man and size him up and down before pressing 'No'.

"Have a great day, sir!" I bounce away and continue walking around. I see a group of men who are all standing around quietly, just simply waiting. Their light is flashing red and they are being silent. It's definitely a nice change.

I walk over. "Hey there. Sorry to bother you, but I gotta fix this. Sorry." I look at the screen... and it's a mis-scan. My boss is gonna hate me...

"Sorry about the wait, guys! It's been a busy day." I think back to when someone dropped a whole gallon of whole milk and it leaked into the aisle next to it. We had to use two whole things of spill clean-up... my anxiety has been high ever since. Could also just be the 5 Hour Energy and Redbull I chugged, but meh.

"No problem. I could tell." The obvious leader of their band of friends talks, as if talking for the whole group. One of the guys has a faint blush on his face and the others are laughing, talking about their plans.

I watch the little video the camera produced and determine that it was just an old bag crossing over the scanner without being scanned... cuz it is an old bag.

"Oops. Looks like it's just the bag. The machine must've just gotten confused. Sorry about that." I smile and wave before giving them the go-ahead to keep scanning.

"No worries. Thank you."

"Anytime."

I think back to the one guy who was blushing and leaning on the cart's handle. He's kinda cute... and hot. What the fuck.

Meh whatever. Just focus on work- I did it, I did, I jumped-

"Hey! Girl! I need you to ring up my groceries for me!" I silently sigh and walk over.

"Of course, sir!"

Another day in the life of a person at Wal-Mart.

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Author's Cup of Tea:

Im ngl, i thought about this while I was changing prices in the cigarette cases. It took 4 hours to do all of the price changes😭

[chiquititaosita]

thoughts on hange w a partner who has a mexican family? LIKE I KNOOOWWWW THEY’D BE FUCKING UP THE FOOD AND LEARNING HOW TO PRESS LAS TORTILLAS BRO

Hange Zoe with a Latina (Mexicana) S/o

synopsis; hange zoe dating a latina girl good luck.

contents: fluff, sfw, hispanic culture and slang, hange is given gender neutral pronouns, insults are sometimes used as love languages.

osita note HI BABY LOVE!!! Omg I got you!!! I’m a mexicana! So this is right up my ally. I already know how most of this will go 😘🩷🌮 @backwzzds @honeybleed @euphofic @noawithlove @yourrfavzxri @loonadaworld @blkcupid @abbyslev @hangesonlyfanss @hangespublicist @mommypieck @theemrsjaeger @cottonconnielvr @killxio @hqkalon @yourrfavzxri @kenruu @chrollohearttags @roronoaswifey @sanjisblackasswife @jujuyii @hangeslovers-world @lusts1ck

- be prepared for their funeral. no seriously someone prepare hange for their funeral

-hange is very overwhelmed at first meeting your family and they have every right to be scared.

- immediately loves when you yell at them Spanish. Or someone else. They’re gonna be like. “Yeah I love her.”

- they’re gonna say something that they didn’t even know that they embarrassed themselves on accident since they’re funny unintentionally that’s what made you fall in love with them in the first place. like. “wait what did i say?”

-“you said you’re pregnant, not embarrassed.” hange just bursted out laughing with you

- will burn their hand on the comal (the flat stove) when flipping tortillas. “FUCK!”

- uses a spatula “y/n I need my hands!! I got lab work to do!!” They’re gonna try and make up excuses

- loves tamales and eats the corn husk on accident. “Wait we’re not supposed eat the wrapper??”

-Once you show them they actually eat them by unwrapping the corn husk like a present then they start loving the tamales.

- loves your families cooking. Abuela is going to force feed them. “please corazon por favor come un poco mas” (please have some more food.)

-everyone will stare at hange to see what they’re going to. “Abuela they’re going to get sick if they over eat-“ y/n is gonna try and come and save the days.

-“como que over eat!? Ellos eres un flaquitos, por que yo tiendo un vaporub y ibuprofen.” (Meaning what do you mean over eat!? They’re so skinny that’s why I have vaporub and ibuprofen)

-they’re gonna have left overs in those containers, like lunches. And come home with so many of them.

- ALWAYS HELPING IN THE KITCHEN!! LIKE A GOOD IN LAW!!

-All of the tias and tios are going to make fun of hange, challenge them to a drinking match.

- once you tell your family about Hange being a scientist, your family automatically thinks they’re a doctor like a hospital doctor bitch no the fuck they ain’t. 💀

-like one of your cousins asked. “Hange, you’re a doctor right?”

-Hange literally looked at You and said. “It’s my title but whats up?”

-“see mi hija y/n has a novie and they have a doctorates degree.”

- dancing with hange to cumbias it’s so cute! they’re learning but if y’all are dancing, they’re gonna be grabbing your hips gently and letting your head rest on their chest or shoulder depending on your height.

-caresses your hips when dancing because I say so, and always tries to be a bit mischievous when it comes to you, you’re their La Niña Rosa.

- loved the mariachi bands whenever they play anywhere. THEY GIVE THEM TIPS ALWAYS!!! SO SWEET OF THEM!!

-This fucker starts to help your dad build fucking houses, and working around with him. Just so that your dad will approve of hange.

- Hanges fucking up the food FOR SURE FOR SURE!! DEFINITELY

-the kids love hange fs.

-when drunk on modelos they’re overly affectionate with you. You just can’t help it but love that

-“Baby calm down i gotta do my hair!!” You’re screeching and they’re grabbing your titties like who doesn’t love your titties i’ll wait . Hange doesn’t give a fuck if you got tetas or not. They act like a little kid sometimes

-is always down to eat your cooking. Even the food in deep Mexico, when they go to visit your family with you.

-They’re so precious. They even made friends with a street dog!! EVEN THOUGH THEY WERENt supposed to!! because them perros are crazy

[drefear]

Kitten Licks

Summary: You begin to put things in motion with KingPin, but Spider-Man turns the tables and you can't decide what to do.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

TW: decit/lying, violence, cursing

Standing by the cash drawer, you clocked out of your number and draped your apron over your shoulder. Trying to quietly slip out unnoticed, you heard someone clear his throat and winced as your eyes met with his reddish ones. 

“You owe me a talk.” 

“Well, then how bout you buy me a drink?” You bumped your hips into his as he crossed his arms, glare solid as he looked down at you and made you sweat internally at his cold gaze. You always saw that look, but it was almost never directed at you, and it sent a chill down your spine. Miguel walked ahead of you down the block to a small dive bar on the corner, and you both waved to the bartender as she smiled back. 

“Two Modelo.” Miguel spoke bluntly and handed her his card before he pulled out a stool for you. You sat down as you each got your beers and he hunched over onto the bar top, staring at his bottle pensively as you waited for him to talk. 

“What do you do on nights that you don’t work at the restaurant?” He asked and you raised a brow in confusion while you sipped your drink. 

“That’s a bit sudden.” You answered, then huffing when he wasn’t giving in and continuing this scrutiny. “I relax, sometimes I sew and design clothing. It’s a pipe dream, but I love making things.” His eyebrows furrowed as you explained this as he took a sip of his beer, “why the interest in my extracurriculars, Miguel?” You retaliated and he let his shoulders slump a bit, making you a bit nervous at the truth behind his inquiry. 

“I thought you- I thought you might-” He tries to answer, making you scoot closer. “I thought you might be doing something, and it would make me- it would break my moral code to-” 

A smile widened on your face as he tried to finish his sentences and you laughed, “Miguel O’Hara, are you scared I’m dating someone?” 

“What? No!” He shifted and shook his head fast, which made you laugh harder. 

“I’m perfectly single, so don’t worry. Our fun isn’t stopping any time soon.” You checked your watch and chugged the rest of your beer, “Although I do have something to do tonight.” 

“What’s that?” He tilted his head and took his last sip as well. 

“I’m going to see a friend.” You shrug and wink at him. “Maybe I’ll swing by your place after. I’ll call you, macho man.” You waved and walked out. 

Sitting on a rooftop, you waited to see the red and blue arachnid hero as trouble brewed below. As Sandman brought a group of cars crashing into a building, you sighed and checked your watch. It was getting late, poor Miguel was probably irritated with how you left things. You felt bad with how you’d basically teased him and ran out, but Kingpin was waiting and you didn’t have a choice anymore. A flash of red luminescent web shot across the sky and you smiled, seeing the large superhero swing to meet the trouble below. You narrowed your eyes and jumped onto a rooftop below, getting closer to the action and trying to find an opening. Watching a group of people get in the way was your perfect opportunity. You rushed to catch the falling debris  before they hit the civilians and caught the eye of spiderman. 

“What are you doing here?” He yelled and you pushed out a struggling laugh. 

“I’m a thief, not a murderer. Can’t stand by and watch people die!” You countered and he visibly questioned your motives, making you feel a bit guilty since he would be right to be wary of your reasons, but you needed that money. “Watch out!” You threw the broken pieces of the building you were holding to the ground and quickly pushed him out of the way before Sandman landed a hit on him, making the two of you roll and tumble into a mess of tangled limbs. You gasped for air as you laid on his chest in the alley, your head pounding as the sound of the world began to fade back into your ears. His heart pounded against your chest and you stared down at his mask, reaching for the edges before realizing it was holographic, then just cupping his face and leaning your forehead to his. Panting, he gripped your shoulder and part of his mask dissolved, leaning up to meet your lips. The warmth of his mouth gave you chills as the chaos in the background was drowned out by the raging waves of thoughts against the barrier that was your conscience. His hand squeezed your arm and slipped down your body to your waist, digging into the leather of your bodysuit as he deepened the kiss and licked against your bottom lip. Pulling away, you gasped and scanned the half of his mask. 

“Let me see you.” 

“I can’t.” He answered and a loud crash made you both jump back up and into action, “Let’s go.” 

“But-” You tried to pull him back, but he let go of your hand and walked forward. You’d been so close, but this was going to be harder than you thought. 

All night, you sat awake in your bed, your studio apartment seeming to be wider than usual as you tossed and turned, munched on snacks, watched TV, and no matter what, couldn’t focus on anything. 

Kingpin’s request could change the trajectory of your life, but it could also endanger you. If you found out Spider-man's true identity, you could become a main target, instead of just being a nuisance to him like you were now. 

Your alarm echoed through the open area and you sighed, then cursed for a second as you checked the time. Barely an hour of sleep and it was time to wake up. You dreamed of that kiss, it was familiar on your lips. Only one man had ever been such an amazing kisser, and that was… Miguel. 

But it couldn’t be him, he was a lame bartender with a love for science. He was a nerd! You almost laughed out loud at the idea that it could be him and sat up. Your morning shift was about to start and you’d be seeing your latin lover soon. 

Oh shit. You bailed on him. You teased him and then jumped out of his grip. He’d have you screaming for hours for that type of treatment, and you weren’t complaining. 

Walking into the restaurant, you saw a sight that left you slightly speechless. Miguel, leaned over the bar and talking with a girl obviously perking up her ass to try and be seductive. A tinge of jealousy bit your tongue, but you swallowed it down before it could be called on and made your way to the backroom. A looming presence appeared the second you were alone and when you turned around, two large arms caged you in against the wall. 

“You owe me a night, since you never did call.” 

“Get it from Pixie Cut out there, she seems eager to please.” You remarked. 

“I thought you didn’t get jealous.” He asked and you avoided his dark eyes for the moment, not wanting to show your weakness. “I’m not jealous, just encouraging you to keep your options open.”

“That didn’t sound encouraging.” He mumbled and as you tried to escape from his body prison, he grabbed your arm and yanked you back with barely any energy. Was he always this strong? “You like me.”

“I don’t, actually. I don’t even know anything about you except that you have a huge di-” 

“Shut up, you like me.” He taunted and you scrunched your nose in defiance. 

“You’re being childish.” You barked and he laughed in response. 

“You’re the one who’s jealous of some girl talking to me at the bar. Just admit it.” 

“Fine! I like you, okay? But my job is dangerous and I can’t have feelings for anyone or else you could get hurt!” You answered and sighed, pulling your body out of such close proximity and the backroom was silent. 

“You- how would waitressing and bartending be dangerous for you to have a boyfriend?” He whispered and you shook your head. 

“I… have a side job. And it’s none of your business because you’re not my boyfriend and you can’t be my boyfriend no matter how much I wish you were my boyfriend!” You gasped as you ran out of breath and stormed out, biting your lip and going out to the dinning area to see one table already seated for brunch. 

Closing time came as slow as molasses, having to stare at Miguel and his flocks of attractive women all day while dealing with the dregs of Nueva York. Your heart ached as you realized that you’d finally broken the silent agreement you two had not to discuss your feelings or get attached. But you two did it together, in fact, he did it first! So it wasn’t your fault, at all. 

So why did you feel so shitty? You practically ran out of the restaurant after closing, ignoring him call out your name as you sped out of the doors. You felt panicky. How could you let yourself get so caught up in the stupid amazing sex and get hooked on this stupid amazing guy? It had never been a problem before!

Then again, it had never been a guy like Miguel before. 

No, this was a bad idea no matter what. You couldn’t love anyone, they could get in a lot of trouble or get hurt… or worse. 

Your whole walk home, the feeling of being watch crept over your skin like a air-tight blanket, but you didn’t turn or look around. If you know anything from being Black Cat, admitting to knowing you were being watched made you an easier target because it showers weakness, paranoia. 

This feeling was so familiar, you welcomed it like an old friend and continued you dissent to your home. Closing the door behind you, your head fell against the wood frame and you sighed in relief as your big dog ran up to you, excited. You smiled and walked to your cupboard to give him food when you heard someone clear their throat. Spinning towards the sound, you threw a knife quickly but Spider-Man caught it. You relaxed for a second before panicking once more. 

Spider-Man was in your home.

He figured out your real identity. 

“Nice place. You have a dog? That’s quite the shock, since you’re… ya know.” You twirled the tiny throwing knife in his large fingers and you stayed solid, unwavering. 

“How did you find me?” 

“Followed you. For a while. Since you were doing the same to me.” His eyes narrowed and you hated how his stupid spider suit looked with a glare. 

“Now you’ve got me. What are you going to do with me?” 

“Relax, gatito, I’m not turning you in. Not today, at least.” He stood up from your couch and walked to your kitchen island. “You can pay this on a server salary?” 

“I do well.” 

“You sell stolen art and goods.” He deadpanned and you rolled your eyes. 

“Can you get to the point?” 

“My point is, you’ve been a thief for years, you’ve always been focused and good at what you do. Suddenly, now, you’ve been distracted and I want to know what’s up. Who’s got you by the collar, Gatito?” 

“I don’t know what you’re-“ 

“You asked for my identity. You’ve never even bothered calling me my real hero name. Someone has you gunning for who I am and I want to help you out of this.” 

“Maybe I’m just curious after years! Do you know how long I’ve been watching you? Talking to you? Flirting with you?” You overdramatized as your tried to find a way to manipulate this. He stayed completely still as you gave him an upset look, trying to sell how exacerbated and exhausted from pinning you were. 

“Really? You chose that as your excuse?” You were stunned into silence. He felt so… close, suddenly. You reached out and pressed a palm to his chest. “Don’t play with me, I know you’ve been having sex with someone, you’re not wanting for anything.” 

“…don’t talk about him.” You mumbled and Miguel was surprised, quiet now at your sincere tone. “He isn’t- don’t involve him, please. I don’t want him or his daughter to get hurt.” 

“You like him?” Miguel blurted out, knowing damn well you were about to bare your soul to him about him, and he was basically deceiving you. 

“I love him. Not that it’s any of your business.” You barked and folded your arms begrudgingly while he gave you a scolding look. 

“I’m leaving.” He announced, “but I’m here if you decide to come clean about who’s trying to get you to reveal my identity.” 

“…you already know who it is.” You whispered and he knew instantly, freezing where he was walking and turning back around. 

“So let’s make a plan. Get him to leave you alone.” 

“How? I think he knows about Miguel and his daughter, and I don’t want him to get hurt.” 

“Trust me. I’ll make sure he and she both stay safe.” Miguel was already working out on how to have his ex-wife take her for a weekend while he defeated KingPin in his head. You were skeptical but eventually complied and say talking with him on how to turn the tables on KingPin all night. 

You eventually fell asleep and Miguel left through your fire escape, but not before watching you sleep for a bit. 

A few days later, KingPin had organized another opportunity for you to find out who Spider-Man was, but you had a counter plan to end this reign of terror once and for all. 

You hopped from building to building as Spider-Man took a different route to seem like you came from two different places. 

A sudden attack from the Prowler made Spider-Man quite busy as you watched, feeling the bracelet KingPin gave you feel heavy on your wrist. 

Watching him sling webs and dive through the air made you slightly hot and bothered, remembering that you had a type; broad shoulders and nice asses. Biting your lip, you jumped into action to help Spider-Man defeat Prowler. What you didn’t know was that KingPin added a secondary villain for insurance and Rhino had basically come out of nowhere, ramming you into a brick wall. 

“Kitty!” Miguel yelled and caught you in his arms as you fell helplessly, limp in his grasp. 

He hopped onto a building far away to put you in a safe place, before continuing to defend the city from KingPin’s onslaught of attacks through different villains. 

Days had passed as you nursed your wound, thanks to Spider-Man coming to continuously check on you. You appreciated the concern, but the lack of phone calls from Miguel made your heart ache desperately. Finally, you swallowed your pride and called him. 

“Migs?” Your voice was small when he answered, and silence filled both ends until you spoke up. “How are you?” 

“I’m ok. Just working and taking care of Gabri. Where have you been?” 

“I got hurt at my other job, took some time off.” You took note of the distance coming from him and felt your chest concave slightly. You knew you caused this, you pushed him away, and you had to reap the consequences now. 

“Do you need me to drop anything off?” 

“No no… I just, I wanted to- uh,” you couldn’t bring yourself to speak coherently until it all came tumbling out. “I just wanted to hear your voice.” Your rambling made your face go red and you sighed as he was quiet once more. 

“I’ll be there in ten minutes.” He said before hanging up. 

“Wait wha-“ 

It was the shortest ten minutes of your life as you tried not to look like a victim of an extremely painful accident, and more like the girl he licked and bit until the sun came up and you were screaming. 

When you opened the door, his smell entered before he did, clean and minty with a hint of spice. You wanted to be wrapped in that scent and he knew it, so he did just that and held you tight. 

Hours went by as you both talked and kissed and talked again. Laughter bounced off of the walls and you just enjoyed his presence and took in the smile he showed you. He made you feel like the only girl in the world and you savored every second, like you were high from his attention. 

Not high enough to notice a specific word that struck you funny, that shattered your whole reality in just a few syllables. 

“Where are the cups, gatito?” 

The air felt pregnant and intense as you both stopped moving. He knew you knew at that very second. 

“What did you just call me?” You asked, eyes wide now as he turned and looked as guilty as sin. “Miguel, say it again.” 

“It’s just a nickname-“ 

“Say. It. Again.” You emphasized as you stood from your couch, becoming more and more angry with the passing seconds. 

“Gatito.” 

“Son of a bitch!” You shouted and your dog started barking, making you panic and stumble backwards. Trying to hold onto something, you knocked over the vase on the table near you and heard the glass break as you refused to take your eyes from him. He didn’t waver either as you both just watched the other. “You’re… you…” 

“Please just listen to me.” 

“You lied to me!” You shouted and he scoffed.

“And you didn’t lie to me?” 

“It’s different! You’ve known my true identity for days, maybe weeks! I’ve been- I thought you hated me! I told you that I had feelings-“ you began to have an anxiety attack while he made a few steps forward, but you threw something at him to keep him from coming any closer. “I told you I liked you!” 

“I know, I know, I missed up-“ 

“Messed up?! You completely fucking betrayed me!” You shouted and picked up a shard of glass, throwing it to him again and watching him deflect it with his hand, hissing in pain at the slice it made in his palm. You reach forward to help him, but stop after remembering this new revelation. He watched you do this and his shoulders fell in disappointment. 

“Please… I just didn’t want to make this any more conflicting than it is.” 

“Well, it’s a lot less conflicting now.” You gestured to your front door before he closed his eyes in regret. “Go!” You yelled after he didn’t move, watching him then leave. 

Crouching on the ground next to all of the broken glass, you began to cry hysterically, the pain in your body searing you like a white hot iron. How could he lie to you about something like this? Even after he knew your real identity, after he knew about your feelings for him, and risking your position with KingPin for him. 

Days went by and when he attempted to speak to you at work, you asked straight past him. You didn’t interfere with his battles anymore either, and you only stole safe and easy objects, nothing that would alert him. 

The night was empty, not a single star in the sky, when you were carrying a heavy sack of gold bricks to your local ship when a loud thud behind you made you run faster. 

“Stop running!” 

“Make me!” You shouted at Miguel as you hurled the sack off of a build ledge and jumped in the opposite direction. You needed to know whether he was chasing the gold or you, and a clawed hand around your forearm gave you your answer. You came face to face with his mask as he then pulled it off. 

“Talk to me.” 

“I have nothing to say to you.” You spit at him with attitude. 

“Then listen to me. Kingpin is planning to kill you.” 

“What?” You felt cold all of a sudden. 

“The cops talked to Rhino and KingPin didn’t set up that fight last week to help you find out my identity, he did it to kill you.” 

“Why?” You yanked your arm from his grasp and felt the scratch of his claws. “Why would he do that if he needs me to find out your identity?” 

“Because he knows that you already know, and he wants me to protect you. Kingpin knows that you’re in love with me.” His words made you instinctively laugh, which only made his scowl deepen. 

“In love with you? I’m not-“ 

“I love you too.” He cut you off and made your brows furrow in confusion. “I’ve loved you for so long, and finding out that you were the one behind the mask made me love you even more.” 

You pushed your body into his arms you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, his mask disappearing and your lips colliding in a cataclysmic kiss. Your eyes filled with tears as he held the latex of your suit, pulling you as close as possible before feeling the wind rush through your hair. You realized that you two were falling through the air, kissing and holding onto each other, but you didn’t mind. You trusted him. 

And he shouldn’t have trusted you. 

“Miguel-“ you cried and scrunched your brows together. 

“It’s ok.” 

“No it’s not! He knows… who you are.” 

“What?” He whispered incredibly. “Did you-“ 

“He threatened to kill my mother… I’m sorry…” you whispered and pushed him directly into the trap you knew to be set. 

“You- you set me up? You knew I’d come tonight.” 

“I’m sorry…” you kept saying over and over as your cried, watching from the landing where you landed. He struggled against the electric chamber enclosing him now and you shook with regretful cries. 

“You betrayed me!” 

“You did first!” You shouted back and clutched your heart. 

“What’s going to-“ 

“Good job, Kitty Cat.” KingPin’s voice echoed and you hung your head. He pet your hair and you shrunk from his touch, crouching down to watch him. “You kept your promise, so I’ll keep mine.” 

You grabbed the bag of cash he held out to you and turned your back to him. 

“We’re finished now, KingPin.” You clenched your jaw as Miguel beat against the blue electricity that surrounded him. You bit the inside of your cheek as he growled. You held up both hands to signal to him and he just shook his head. 

“You’re a liar.” He spoke calmer now and you kept trying to mouth to him but he ignored you. 

“Migs…” you whispered in aggravation, to make him realize what you were trying to show him. His eyes found the remote in KingPin’s pocket and you jerked your head to the ledge where the fire hydrant sat. You did a quick, silent cartwheel over to behind KingPin, before slipping the remote from his pocket and grabbing the red hydrate before using it to knock the villain out. You hit a button on the remote to end the power of the electro-cage and Miguel stayed unmoving, looking at you as you wiped your face of the fake tears. 

“Thank you, thank you!” You took a bow, pretending to smile at an imaginary audience. 

“Are you crazy?” 

“I prefer genius.” You countered and he growled. “Don’t be mad, Spider-Babe. Your girl has your back always. You just need to trust me.” 

“You could have gotten us killed!” 

“I would never!” You tossed your hair behind your shoulder as he calmed down. “I love you too much to lose you now.” You cupped his face as he continued to stay mad, but his face slowly softened as you smiled wider. “I’m a clever cat.” 

“You’re so much more than that.” He leaned forward and pressed a passionate kiss to your lips as you laughed a bit. You both broke apart and glanced at the now unconscious KingPin laying on the ground face down. 

“I should probably turn him in, you get those gold bars and return them.” 

“You mean pay my rent? Yes, sir.” You winked and jumped backwards. “Let’s keep our work separate from us, ok, baby?” 

“I’ll make you pay for that when I see you at home. Be there in an hour?” 

“You got it, Spidey.” You blew him a kiss and trust-fell backwards as you flew through the air once more, your heart full as you felt content. 

KingPin was going to jail, Miguel was your boyfriend, and everything was finally at peace and all you could think about was how great tonight would be, your first night as a couple.

[heavyhitterheaux]

The Marriage Pact Part 5 Preview

"Come on Y/N,  you had to have seen this coming from a mile away."

"How could I have seen this coming?" You asked Urban while you sat across from him on the balcony. You know he had to have been looking for you by now, but your phone still hadn't gone off with so much as a text message or a call. It was almost as if he didn't even care and that bothered you to no end.

"You know he’s a whore and it's always been like that, you turned a blind eye before but now that you're on the receiving end, everything isn't always what it seems huh? As much as he brushes it off, he is still insecure and embraces any type of attention that women give him even though by now he should only want that attention from you." Urban told you and you couldn’t help but for your eyes to water.

"Urby…."

This was the last thing that you wanted to hear right now.

"You thought that he would change for you? I mean that's fair seeing as how much he loves and cares about you, but is that enough to make him do it? I mean you said yes to marrying him so you are just as responsible for this as he is. He's my best friend too, but he has shown you time and time again the traits of someone who doesn't actually want to be tied down or married." Urban quietly confessed as he took a swig of his Modelo. 

"Then why in the world would he ask me to marry him in the first place? That's a serious commitment."

"Because he knows that you're the only one that is going to put up with his shit, no matter what he does and no matter how much it might affect you as horrible as that sounds. He knows that you're always going to be there. Just because his ass turned thirty doesn't mean that the maturity aspect is there. Y/N, I am in no way, shape, or form trying to hurt your feelings, like I said in the beginning, the last thing I want to see is both of you heartbroken but especially you. You don't deserve this."

"I just don't know what to do anymore. It's a continuous cycle. He does something that I don't like, I get pissed off, he apologizes, and does something else and the cycle continues. But this one takes the cake. How could he side with her when I have been there for him through everything? I have never steered him wrong and I have always had his best interest." At that point, Urban had handed you one of your favorite wine coolers knowing that this was going to be a long night.

"You know what you need to do. Put yourself first and I guarantee that will be the wake up call he needs to get his shit together."

"Does he even want to marry me anymore? That's the ultimate question."

"Now the only person that can answer that is him, but from the outside looking in…. Would you want to be married to someone who disrespected you like that yesterday?"

[teddywook]

Hey, you wanna talk and i want to be unstressed, so here I go. What love trope do you think RIIZE will fall?

It would be a spanglish combination cuz I didn't sleep well and yeah, my thoughts are kinda combine, sorry to all the non spanish speakers out there.

Me thoughts are:

Shotaro

Childhood friends to lovers. Creo que se enamoraría de alguien a quién dejo de ver un buen tiempo y cuando vuelven a encontrarse ven qué tanto a crecido el otro y pum, enamoraditos.

Eunseok

Second chance romance. I saw @nori-the-cat talked about this, i definitely see him falling in love with someone, a good relationship, but he's communication style is kinda different, you expect to hug you after receiving a gift from you, but he will pat your head and give you a smile with a 'thank you'. So he can make you feel kinda unloved when he loves you very bad (and hard)

Sungchan

Friends to lovers, soulmates. Anteriormente dijo que el preferiría un amor que crece con el tiempo a un amor a primera vista, entonces friends to lovers me parece una idea muy viable, sin embargo, no puedes ser solo un amigx, él NECESITA sentir una conexión contigo, y pensar que eres su alma gemela lo tendrá LOCO. También, me da una vibra de love at first sight, but it's kinda weird, the vibe is like "He would love at first sight but he wouldn't believe it, that makes him want to be your friend, and if he finds that soulmate conexion with you, there it is".

Wonbin

Secret Royal/Billionare. Why? Because, I think Wonbin would fall for someone who match his personality, match his vibe and also doesn't love him just for his appearance (oh maybe a soulmates too?), so I think he would like to be unkwon to his s/o.

Seunghan

Enemies to lovers. No comment I just think Seunghan would enjoy it hahahaha. Definitely falling for the person he teased a lot.

Sohee

Omaigad, aquí no se me ocurrió ningunaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Gritote.

Anton

Con Sohee no se me ocurrió y acá se me ocurrieron varios: Bestfriends to lovers, Childhood friends and love triangle.

Bestfriends to lovers porque sin importar si eres menor o mayor a él le gustaría tener esa relación de mejores amigos con su s/o.

Childhood friend because i really saw him being with someone who knows him amazingly well, so está de la mano con el anterior, no importa si te conoce de la infancia o no, sino que sienta que se conocen desde hace tiempo.

Último, love triangle, okay este está un poco triste, pero se me vino una escena en dónde eres amiga de los miembros, y te enamoras de uno de ellos, pero Anton se enamora de ti. Anton es un buen amigo así que te ayudará a que estés con el miembro que te gusta, si funciona o no, aún así él estará ahí para ti, con la esperanza de que algún día lo veas de la misma manera en la que Anton te mira.

joder sí que soy lenta te responderé en español también jsjs espero que puedas relajarte y descansar tesoro <3

so... riize as love tropes... me encanta, tengo unas cuantas ideas ajbjsak

shotaro me da vibes de un strangers to friend to lovers

visualizo a taro como un senior de tu carrera al cual conoces porque es un estudiante modelo al cual los profesores siempre toman como ejemplo. además de ser popular en el campus por su característica amabilidad, el tipo de chico que conoce a todos y todos lo conocen. imagino que un día necesitas ayuda para un proyecto de clase para el cual requieres consejos de un alumno de grados avanzados, así que tu profesor te asigna un asesor. la sopresa que te llevaste cuando notaste que dicho asesor era shotaro. obviamente estarías nerviosa porque ajá, como la gran mayoría, tienes un crush en el chico de adorable sonrisa. pero shotaro encuentra tu nerviosismo tierno, además puede notar lo lista que eres y como anotas diligentemente cada consejo que te da al respecto de tu trabajo, lo cual lo hace sonreir satisfecho cuando formulas preguntas basadas en sus correciones previas. es cuestion de tiempo para que comiencen a conversar y reir como dos amigos cercanos. y un poco menos de tiempo para que él comience a rozar tu mano sobre la mesa y pinchar tus mejillas. un día lo viste desde el otro lado del campus dejando a sus amigos con la palabra en la boca solo para correr en tu dirección a saludarte; y al otro estaría con su mano entrelazada a la tuya frente a la puerta de tu casa, preguntando nerviosamente si sería muy atrevido de su parte si te robara un beso.

eunseok queda muy bien con un second chance romance honestamente. ¿que tal mezclarlo con un amnesia/mistaken identidy?

imagina que estás en casa, con la cena caliente y lista para comer, esperando a tu novio como cada día, cuando recibes una llamada que derriba todo tu mundo. un accidente de auto, una semana inconsciente y cuando despierta, se ha olvidado de ti. todos los recuerdos, los momentos juntos, las promesas, se han ido. estás vuelta un mar de llanto suplicando que por favor te recuerde, que te acaricie el rostro y limpie tus lagrimas prometiendo que todo estará bien; pero él está simplemente sentado en esa camilla de hospital con una expresión en blanco sin tener idea de quién es la chica frente suyo. volverías los días siguientes, intentando recuperar los fragmentos de su vida que le ayuden a recordar quién es, y quién eres tú. no te voy a mentir, eunseok sabe que el proceso te está dañando más de lo que lo ayuda a él. puede notar tus ojos brillantes en lágrimas retenidas cuando le muestras las fotos de sus vacaciones el verano pasado, la vez que fueron a esquiar sobre nieve dos años antes, la primera navidad que pasaron juntos en casa de sus padres. sabe que cuando le platicas de las cosas que disfrutaban hacer juntos como cocinar o leer, la voz se te quiebra e intentas ocultarlo fingiendo un estornudo. así que quiere pararlo todo. por eso un día cuando llegas del trabajo para verlo y estás apunto de volverte loca porque descubriste que le habían dado el alta sin avisarte, el aparece totalmente vestido con una suave sonrisa en el rostro. te limpia las lagrimas con delicadeza y por un segundo sientes la esperanza creciendo en tu pecho "no puedo decirte que te amo porque recuerdo quién eres o lo que teníamos, pero quiero hacerlo por lo que conozco y tenemos ahora".

sungchan para mí es el biggest brother's best friend y me justifico precisamente con esa declaración de sentir una conexion creada por el tiempo y la convivencia

creciste en una familia pequeña, solo tus padres, tu hermano mayor y tú. ah, y el molesto mejor amigo de tu hermano. como comunmente sucede, al principio ustedes dos no se llevaban muy bien y esto se debe a que ese ruidoso niño te robaba la atención de tu amado hermano. like, how does he even dare? fue tu hermano mucho antes de ser siquiera su amigo, no podía llevarselo así porque sí. además, sungchan vivía para molestarte. escondía tus juguetes, robaba tus dulces, tiraba de tu cabello y pellizcaba tus brrazos. pero conforme ambos crecían y dejaban atrás juegos y burlas infantiles, comenzaron a verse de forma distinta. tú no habías notado lo bonitos que eran los ojos de sungchan cuando te miraba, y sungchan no había captado lo adictiva que era tu risa cuando te reías de algo que había dicho o hecho. su comportamiento cambió mucho, incluso se habían vuelto amigos y pasabas el rato con él y tu hermano cuando ambos estaban en casa. aunque las cosas se pusieron dificiles cuando en su pijamada semanal tu hermano le contó que un chico te había invitado a salir. no entendía porqué le dolía el estomago o por qué de repente estaba de mal humor, pero prefirió encerrarse en la habitación de tu hermano hasta la mañana siguiente, no queriendo ver como le sonreías a alguien más. esa misma noche de madrugada, había ido a la cocina por un vaso de agua que aliviara su malestar cuando te vio sentada recargada sobre el marco de la puerta. estaba por alejarse silenciosamente cuando te escuchó sollozar y sus cejas se fruncieron automanticamente. su corazón cayó a sus pies cuando lo volteaste a vez con los ojos rojos y el maquillaje corrido. te habías arreglado tan bonito para un estúpido adolescente que te había dejado plantada, y sungchan quería romperle la cara al pobre diablo. se sentó a tu lado y te rodeó con sus brazos, susurrando palabras dulces y diciéndote que mereces a alguien que te trate como una reina y no un imbécil que no supo valorar la increible mujer que eres. en el momento que te apretaste contra su pecho pidiendole que no te dejara, supo que él quería ser ese alguien que te pusiera el mundo a los pies.

wonbin es difícil para mí siempre ngl, pero se me ocurre una fake relationship porque siento que sería el tipo de chico con el cual quieres darle celos al perro de tu ex

estás tranquilamente en tu cafetería preferida leyendo un buen libro, cuando la campanilla de la entrada suena y vez a tu miserable exnovio de la mano de una chica nueva. ustedes no tenían ni una semana de haber roto ¿y él ya tenia una nueva novia? vaya hijo de puta. por suerte estaban muy ocupados ordenando en la caja y aún no te habían visto, así que volteas para todos lados nerviosa buscando dónde esconderte cuando un chico captó tu atención. estaba solo, una mesa atrás de la tuya, escribiendo algo en una libretita. tu cuerpo se movió antes de que incluso procesaras lo que hacías, y en un parpadeo estabas sentada frente a él con el cuerpo inclinado sobre la mesa. te miró extrañado, ¿quién eres y por qué estás aquí? dibujados en su rostro serio. "por favor, mi ex está por allá". wonbin levantó una ceja en tu dirección dejando de escribir, y luego observó hacia donde señalaste, viendo a la pareja que caminaba ahora hacia ustedes. soltó un suspiro y con su mano libre tomó la tuya con delicadeza, su dedo pulgar dibujando trazos sobre el dorso de tu mano que sostenía una malteada, llevandola hasta su boca. soltando un sonoro "ah~" satisfacción justo cuando tu ex pasaba a su lado, viendo al apuesto chico que mirabas embelezada. como núnca lo habías mirado a él. cuando wonbin se aseguró que tu ex y la chica se habían sentado a una distancia donde podían verlos a ustedes pero no escucharlos, volteó a verte, riendo un poco al ver tu rostro sonrojado y tu boca entre abierta. wonbin juntó tus quijadas juguetonamente con su dedo índice, encontrándote graciosamente cautivadora.

seunghan solía molestarte todos los días en el colegio. durante las clases que compartían se la pasaba lanzandote bolitas de papel, pinchando tus brazos cada vez que pasabas junto a él o sacando un pie para hacerte tropezar cuando era tú quien pasaba a su lado. le encantaba jalar tu cabello cuando pasaba corriendo a por tu costado y tomar lo que sea que tuvieras en la mano para hacerte ir detras de él para recuperarlo. seunghan disfruta cada vez que los profesores te pedían ser su tutora porque sabía que no rechazarías los creditos extras, amaba la idea de poder molestarte durante las sesiones. hablando de otras cosas en vez de poner atención, interrumpiendote, robando tus lentes para jugar con ellos, pichando tu estómago e incluso acercando su rostro al suyo para ponerte nerviosa. otra cosa que seunghan amaba, eran tus insultos, y lo creativa que solías ser con ellos. cada día encontraba su motivación en hacerte enojar solo para descubrir que clase de insulto poético saldría de tu bonita y vulgar boca. cada vez que te das la vuelta refunfuñando luego de practicamente insultar hasta a su bisabuela, un seunghan sonriente te observa, se relame los labios y sacude la cabeza pensando en que la proxima vez, quiere escucharte insultarlo entre besos.

seunghan es demasiado enemies to lovers, pero me atrevo a decir que más enfocado en un school bully!seunghan

sohee grita bestfriends to lover y no pienso discutirlo con nadie

ustedes dos habían sido amigos desde practicamente toda la vida. sabían todo el uno del otro, iban a todas partes juntos, tenian los mismos amigos, y practicamente no había momento del día que estuvieran separados, sin mencionar el baño claro. así que para sohee no fue extraño terminar enamorándose de tí. la chica que conocía cada faceta suya, que había estado con él en las buenas, las malas y las peores y que había sido amiga, hermana y consejera. pero sohee sabía que para tí solo era tu mejor amigo, habiendo vivido practicamente cada historia de amor y desamor a tu lado. escuchó de cada uno de tus novios y los conoció, y cuando alguno de ellos rompió tu corazón, fue él quien secó tus lagrimas y te dejó llorar en su hombro, haciendo cuanto estuviera a su alcance para hacerte sentir mejor. hasta que un día, estabas hablandole sobre este chico nuevo que estaba en tu clase y él simplemente explotó. no soportando más que hablaras maravillas sin parar de un extraño solo porque te obsequió un chocolate. él te había obsequiado chocolate, no uno, cientos de barras. te compraba tu helado favorito cada sabado por la tarde, te llevaba a todas partes, venía a tu casa a prepararte ramen a las 3 de la mañana solo porque tenías hambre. deberías amarlo como él a tí y dejar de perder el tiempo con otros chicos que no valen la pena. "pensé que jamás me sacarías de la friendzone" y el hamster en su cerebro se demayó cuando entre risas lo besaste.

ok con anton tengo de por sí una idea en borrador para un childhood friends to lovers

conoces a anton porque es el hermano menor de tu mejor amigo, así que naturalmente se hicieron amigos también. para anton no fue dificil caer enamorado de ti, eras hermosa y siempre lo tratabas con mucho cariño, lo cuidabas e incluso lo mimabas. claro, eras hija única y querías un hermano, así que proyectaste ese amor fraternal en el pequeño niño. por supuesto, anton no comprendió la profundidad de su afecto hasta unos cuantos años despúes, siendo adolescente. no quiero irme de largo con este porque no quiero hacer spoilers pero aja, en esencia eso

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espero que te gusten mis ideas anon gracias por conversar conmigo 💕

[8choloko]

lalo headcanons

he isn't a dancer guy. but with 3 or 4 Modelos in his system, Lalo likes to do anything he wants, including dancing.

he even takes you out to dance.

when he was a teenager, lalo was a Cartel de Santa fan.

he definitly doesn't know how to apology. (bc of his household) but he tries to: with gifts.

so, suddenly you get a random gift box at your door, but its just Lalo trying to get you back.

in highschool lalo learned how to kiss with a "friend" of his.

but he already practiced with his hand, the mirror and a pillow. (he’s embarrassed about that, don’t tell anybody).

lalo isn’t a fan of masturbation, he prefers to fuck you. always.

“if i have someone to fuck with, why am i jerking off?” says lalo.

besides that he is the guy to give gifts to you 24/7, he likes to show his affection by cooking.

also, he adores physical touch.

he has a little bit of trouble showing love that way, tho.

he knows you are always in danger because of his job.

so that’s why he doesn’t spend that much time with you.

he’s making sure no one is gonna get mad at him and going to kill his date.

[corndoggod]

Summer Storm Gumbo

“Have you heard of Meyer v Nebraska,” Charles asked. “It was a Supreme Court case from about 100 years ago….No. Ok. So shortly after World War I…”

Charles loves to talk so let me interrupt to tell you about Charles -- the best-dressed, most cosmopolitan man in all the Midwest. Whereas Cale prides himself on wearing the same shirt every day until it disintegrates, Charles is almost always immaculately dressed in a three-piece suit. The only time I didn’t see him in a suit I was horrified. Ghostly stalks emerged from his shorts as he emerged from the car, sunglasses and lotioned to replace me on a kayak trip on the Elkhorn river. (I was on deadline and panicking, and had to rush back to finish a cover story). Charles is a worldly man and has a working knowledge of many languages, has visited more countries than I could name, and has a nuanced command of world history and international politics, not to mention local politics. He has opinions, too, and loads of recommendations for wherever you might set foot, specializing in Portugal and Brazil. (he once described the Portugese diet as a drunk man let loose in a kitchen dead set on giving himself a delicious heart attack.) I never understood what he did or how he financed his lifestyle, but he was a globetrotting Cadillac of a man, reminding me of a time when writers lived in hotels for months on end.

Anyway, in Charles fashion he went on to explain how a Nebraska teacher plaintiff of German descent challenged a school policy directing teachers to teach exclusively in English. But the Supreme Court found it unconstitutional because there’s no national language and you can’t compel speech.

This anecdote capped off a conversation about language and identity in the courts. We’d been talking about pastagate, a scandal in Quebec involving an Italian restaurant that used the English word for pasta on their menu rather than the French pâtes.

Graham had invited me and half the town over for a cookout, and we congregated on the porch with dollar beers and bowls of gumbo. Graham could be president if he wasn’t so cynical and glued to the bar stool. Everybody loved him and every time I went to his place there was someone new in attendance. He was generous to a fault, inviting random people he saw on the street to come over, especially if they looked like they needed a friend. And this sometimes got him and us in trouble. Like when he invited a guy from a halfway house over and handed him a beer only to learn after he took a long gulp that he was in recovery. Graham laughed and said, “Well shit, you want another?”

The rain glittered in and out of the jaundiced street lights and lightning knifed through the night sky. Aside from gumbo, there was also cheeseburgers, though we arrived too late to taste, and perfectly crisped sweet potato fries and chicken wings my brother seasoned with his grubby fingers.  

Three summers ago I moved back home to live on the lam and get serious about the writing thing. And by serious, I mean I woke up when I wanted, read magazines for an hour, pecked at my computer for a while at the coffee shop and then biked to Love Library to peck some more before going to climb with my brother and then sit at the bar waiting for anyone I knew to show up. That never took long. But after a few weeks, I lost faith in my novel and started writing personal essays instead. It was one of the happiest, most carefree, least productive periods of my life. I biked through England, France and Spain with my brother. I met Celina. I wrote the best, most personal thing I’ve ever written.

Anyway, within the first week of moving into Max and Cat’s extra bedroom a tornado warning sounded. I ran over to the gas station to buy some Modelo’s and plopped down on the porch swing to wait for the wind and for Max and Cat to get home from work. But first came a full trash can flying down the alley, which spooked me enough to crawl down into the basement.

Back at Graham’s, we drank all the beers, like we always do. But it was Sunday and most people headed home to work the next day. I had work too and it was stressing me out, but I stayed to drink a twisted tea and talk about Graham’s cyst he got kayaking the entire length of the Missouri River last summer. “I either gotta lay flat on my belly for a couple of weeks or they’re gonna sew up my cheeks,” he said. “But how would you shit?” “I don’t know.”

He also told me he was on the chopping block at his job where he’d worked for thirteen years. The day before he was up in Omaha orchestrating a protest outside the Berkshire Hathaway shareholders meeting to pressure Warren Buffett, “the oracle of Omaha,” and his worshipers to eliminate their investments in coal.

Then we went to the basement where I played the two best ping pong games of my life. I won’t the first against Janelle and lost the second against Josh, who won a tournament at the Hot Mess earlier that day.

Days like these I feel like everything is worth writing because I finally feel like I know something. My friends are famous and I know as much trivia as any super fan, but no one else knows about them. I also know these burnt skies, this deep thirst and the smells of clipped grass and upturned soil and manure.  

[creepy-scrawl]

NOT ME SEEING SOMEONE ON THIS NOTES SAYING "BUT THEY STILL DRINK IT" AND IS A SPANISH SPEAKER PROBABLY A MEXICAN ASWELL. COMPADRE EVEN IF YOU DIDN'T DRINK SODAS YOU ARE CONSUMING COCACOLA. COCACOLA COMPANY HAS THE RIGHTS AND PROFIT FROM AT LEAST ANOTHER 30 PRODUCTS LIKE JUGOS DEL VALLE AND AGUA CIEL. THEY EVEN ADQUIRED LECHE SANTA CLARA AND BC THEY PRODUCE IT IN MY CITY IS THE CHEAPEST MILK OPTION SOMETIMES. THEY OWN FUCKING SIDRAL MUNDET AND LOVE TO GIVE YOU THE ILLUSION THAT YOU ARE BUYING LOCAL. ADES IS THE NUMBER ONE OPTION FOR LACTOSE INTOLERANT PEOPLE AND THEY OWN IT. LIKE ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID... DURING THE SHORTAGE OF WATER IN MY CITY WE HAD TO BUY CIEL BC IT WAS OUR ONLY OPTION OTHER BC BRANDS WERE SOLD OUT. ON THE SIERRA COCACOLA GETS FASTER THAN THE WATER SERVICES AND THEIR ENSURE THAT. SPECIALLY ON THE SOUTH. HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU SO STUPID TO EVEN DARING. DONT EVER FUCKING SAY THAT STUPID SHIT AGAIN. DID YOU KNOW COCACOLA AND GRUPO MODELO HAVE TIES WITH THE NARCO AND THE GOVERMENT? DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE DIED IN ORDER TO DENOUNCE THEIR CRIMES??? THIS GOES DEEPER THAN JUST "just don't buy it 🤷🏽‍♀️" YOU STUPID BITCH. AT THIS POINT YOU ARE ACTIVELY CHOOSING TO BE IGNORANT AND DENYING THE TRUTH 🔪🔪🔪

“Coca-Cola is stealing our water!”

Seen in San Cristobal, Chiapas, Mexico

[makmalaon]

The Angel Of Death (Our Holy Saints Of Death 2)

Every place I travel too and I find that everyone is more or less the same. Everyone’s engulfed in their own egos and biases about the world. 

A few dozen teenagers scattered in my aunt & uncles backyard in a Houston suburb. Everyone was high on weed or nitrous with breaths smelling like beer and or tequila. Police sirens blared throughout my relative’s home and to the neighbors next door. The sounds of a local gangbanger rapping over a drill beat about selling drugs and killing people blaring on the speakers. 

Everyone ran out the back or hopped a fence to neighboring houses. I was high off a cocktail of drugs and it was all a blur. I passed out. I woke in a hospital with my uncle yelling at someone on his phone next to my bed. 

“She’s wild. Out of control. We can’t have her around the kids. They look up to her and she then she does shit like this. She’s gotta go.” 

“No. Dad please. Nobody got hurt. She didn’t do anything wrong.” Said Maria, their youngest daughter. 

“She embarrassed us infront of our neighbors. Our lives are practically ruined. I know they’re talking shit about us in their groupchats. Excuse my language.” 

“You’re so dramatic tio.” 

“Girl.” 

He walked off and his boots clacked as he knocked over a tray of food by the table next to my bed. It looked like something a guy vomited at the party last night which made my stomach tense up. The smell was a mixture of diarrhea, tamales and Modelos which refused to be forgotten by my nostrils. It made me want to faint. 

My room was the size of a one bedroom apartment. Outside the window was a view of downtown Houston from the third story of the hospital. My aunt cried as my cousin wrapped her arms around her. 

“Valentina, are you okay?” Said Jane. 

“What happened?”

“You passed out in the backyard when the police came to break up your party. You looked like you were dead so they called an ambulance for you.” 

“You had us worried sick. Your parents are having a mental breakdown because of you.” 

“Have they tried praying away the stress?”

“Not now.” 

“They don’t really believe in mental health so I don’t even think they see it as a mental breakdown. It’s probably the devil or some stupid bullshit like that.” 

“Now’s not the time for your snarky disrespectful teenage nonsense. You’re leaving for Mexico city tomorrow afternoon. We already booked your flight for you.” 

“I’m sorry. I tried to tell my parents to give you another chance but they won’t listen.” 

I couldn’t care less. I hated it here in America. The people in Texas were fat, racist, dumb and southern hospitality only extended to white people. Houston was supposed to be some sort of liberal utopia compared to the rest of Texas but the average person here were awful too. They used the word “Mexican” like it was a slur. The food here was covered in oils and butter with major portions. I loved making money in dollars by scamming, shoplifting, robbing and selling drugs. I made over thirty thousand USD in the 4 months that I’ve been here which should be enough to pay for my college tuition.

The only thing I’ll miss about this godforsaken country filled with gullible entitled low IQ losers is how easy it is to make money. There’s always a new method around the corner. I hear Americans complain about immigrants stealing their jobs or making some sort of excuse for being poor but the fact of the matter is that most of them are entitled, lazy and stupid. Most of my Mexican relatives here were poor, uneducated and exceptionally dumb but they always had a way to make money. If the people of this country get beaten in the job market by people like that then the problem is them but of course most of these idiots can’t admit that to themselves so they have to resort to racism and xenophobia. 

I saw some people using the same rhetoric in Mexico but towards the slew of so-called digital nomads gentrifying parts of the city and to dehumanize migrants from south or central America. 

I ate a mega-dose of edibles and did whippets last week. I couldn’t stop thinking about how America was a dying empire. I kept seeing visions of buildings on fire, people rioting and political extremists fighting one another near government buildings. My mom used to think I was a mystic but she did a 180 once I started acting out around the time uncle Paulito got released from jail. He was sentenced to twelve years in prison for sexually assaulting a college freshman walking home from class. His defense was that the 18 year old shouldn’t be dressing in such a skimpy fit if she didn’t want that kind of attention from women. She wore a white tank top, white tennis shoes and skin tight jeans. I was shocked when my parents took his side. My mom believed that he was misguided and needed to repent in the eyes of the lord. My dad believed that the girl was lying and that she was trying to get men in trouble by dressing that way. 

I had some resentment towards my parents for being such meek religious pushovers but I couldn’t take them seriously after this whole situation unfolded. The sex pest uncle needed a place to stay after prison so my parents offered to take him in. I was 12 years old at the time. The little respect I had left for them disappeared and I started hanging out with the burnout kids. After a few weeks I realized they were a bunch of morons who were more concerned with getting high and looking cool than actually accomplishing anything. 

My goal since I was a child was to become a millionaire and I didn’t care how I’d do it. I know I didn’t want to be poor like most of the people in my family or working class like my parents who lived paycheck to paycheck throughout their lives. 

They both worked 12 hours a day while my grandma looked after me and they always preached hard work despite never being able to move out of the slum they grew up in. Neither of them have ever missed a day of work and they were never late. Mom worked various retail jobs throughout my life and dad always worked some sort of strenuous manual labor job. 

She had some sort of personality disorder which she sought 0 professional help for and dad’s knees are on the verge of giving out. They both have chronic lower back pain and they don’t have any medical insurance. They both opted out of seeing a doctor and instead resorted to this faith healer they met at church when I was a child. They have the two of them rub essential oils on their backs then have them recite some prayers. My parents thought they were cured but the crippling pain returned every weeks. The catholic shaman suggested a visit every couple of weeks where he would sell the overpriced oils and unlicensed massage services. Mom loved these services while others.

I arrived at Mexico city international airport with nothing but my backpack full of clothes and a bunch of cash and weed carts in a hidden book safe mixed with a bunch of American snacks in my luggage. 

Mom, dad and aunt Viviana were waiting for me. She wore a black satin dress, Louis vuitton millionaire sunglasses and red Louboutin heels. She had a red Chanel classic handbag and had gold jewelry on each wrist, finger, ankle and wore a gold Tiffany curb chain necklace. Heads turned as she ran towards me to give me the tightest hug I’ve ever received in my life. 

The smell of vanilla and flowers overpowered my nostrils. 

“Oh my God Valentina baby I missed you so much.” 

I teared up. I hated just about everyone in my fucked up dysfunctional family but she was my favorite aunt because she’s hands down the coolest person I know. During elementary school when the teachers asked the class what they wanted to be when they grew up, I said I wanted to be like her. I looked up to her because she made it out of that slum my kin were stuck in. She’s also the prettiest and best dressed person I know. Most of the girls in Tepito knew her and looked up to her. My parents resented her because they thought aunt Viviana was a bad influence and they believed that she worshiped the devil or she was some sort of evil witch. 

“Get in the car right now. We have so much to talk about.” 

“We were so worried about you. Oh dear lord what’s gotten into our precious daughter.” Said mom as she clasped her hands together with a rosary in her hand. 

“Ease up on the poor girl. She just got off a flight and she was just discharged from the hospital. Are you hungry?” 

“The food here is overpriced. We have food at home.” Said dad. 

“You’re such a cheapskate. I’ll pay for our meal.” 

“No. You’re not gonna reward this hoodlum after what she’s put our family through.” 

“I’m starving but I don’t want any American food. I’m sick of it and it made me fat.”

“Girl don’t be ridiculous. You look skinny. Anyway, let's stop by the taqueria near the house. They have some decent tacos.” 

“No. She’s gonna march in her room and she’s gonna stay there until she learns her lesson.” 

“What the hell is wrong with you big brother? That’s child abuse your weird old man. You look like a gay pornstar from the 1980’s with that mustache and mullet combo. No wonder your daughter doesn’t respect you.” 

“She’s our child and we’re gonna do whatever we want with her. And don’t talk about adult stuff around her.” 

“I hate you. I wish I lived with aunt Viv.” 

“You don’t want to live with me.” 

“Yeah she probably has a bunch of weird guys coming in and out of her house.” 

“Oh so now that’s a problem but not when you let that pedo uncle stay with us?” 

“He’s family. He said that girl was lying and we believe him.” Said mom.

“Then why did he go to prison?” 

“Because the criminal justice system in Mexico is broken and our country wants to be like America so bad that we started adopting that evil woke culture of theirs where women can do no wrong and all men are evil.” 

“Mom, you don’t seriously believe that.” 

“It’s true. Even if he really did it then he already paid his dues in the eyes of the law and he said he’s been heavily devoting himself to Christ.” 

“Oh right because religious people definitely aren’t weird pedos and sex criminals.” 

“That’s enough. What’s gotten into this daughter of ours. Goodness. I’ll pray for you even harder tonight.” 

“You can pray all you want. I’ll always hate that abusive pedo pig and I know he’ll never change because people like that never really do.” 

“Let’s all calm down. Let me grab some coffee with my niece somewhere in the airport while you two go somewhere to cool off too.” 

My parents agreed even though they bickered with one another over what they should do with me. Auntie talked to me about being less reckless about my activities and to stop wasting my time with petty schemes. She told me that I needed to surround myself with powerful and successful people, especially men. They told me not to waste my time with loser boys because they’re going to leave me broke, heartbroken and probably pregnant with little financial support. 

Whenever I asked her what she did for a living and how she made it out of the slums, she would always change the topic. 

“Once you’re grown, I’ll tell you.” 

Everyone suspected she was some sort of high end escort and had more than a handful of rich sugar daddies who funded her lifestyle. On her social media pages, she always posted about being in some foreign country and she always stayed at 4 or 5 star hotels.

I wouldn’t judge her if that was her line of work but that’s not something I could ever do. I despised being around men for any meaningful amount of time and I hated catering to them. She thinks of me as her sweet niece who’s straying from the right path but I’ve known since I was a child that I would never become some corn functional members of society like my parents because they do exactly as they’re told and what’s expected of them based on what Mexican culture dictates but it gets them nowhere meaningful. 

They go to church every Sunday and they’re still the most miserable, hateful and unlikable people I’ve ever known but they mask their bullshit behaviors under layers of superficial kindness, compassion and empathy. Most of the people from the shitty church are just like them too. The pastor seemed like some sort of predator or abuser too. He glanced at me all the time and he even made a comment to my parents about me developing into a beautiful woman while looking at my breasts. When I told mom and dad about it, they told me to not wear such revealing clothes next time we’re in church. I wore jeans, sneakers and a long sleeve tank top which didn’t even reveal any of my body parts outside of a tiny bit of my lower stomach. 

I had enough money saved up to move out and I made a plan to rent a place in Polanco using an identity I stole from a person in Katy, Texas. I was at a Walmart parking lot and this woman was screaming at the top of her lungs while flailing her arms. A bunch of her stuff spilled onto the parking lots as she ran away from security. I picked up her wallet which had her driver’s license and social security number. I tried looking her up but couldn’t find any information outside of an inactive facebook page where the last post was complaining about her being potentially homeless. They had a terrible credit score and seemed to be deeply in debt. I used these pieces of ID to open a bank account with a credit union which had terrible security. I did cashapp flips and other petty scams on social media. They’d transfer the money to my friend’s account who was a pro at bank drops and he’d send the money around until it got to my account. I had 22790 USD on this account after spending a few months in America. 

I learned about scamming on social media after this guy at a party my bestie threw kept trying to recruit people to work on his credit card fraud scheme. I befriended the guy, partied with him and through the information he gave me I was able to learn how to figure things out on my own. He told me which sites to go to where I could learn about the industry and some of them were on the clearnet while others on the dark web which seemed scary to me at first but it was actually pretty tame compared to what the media reported on because most of the things I saw were related to drugs or fraud. Pedophilia and gore were also huge on the darknet but there weren’t really any sort of hitman for hire services or red rooms because according to one user from the fraud forums I browsed it was too hot due to the authorities cracking down heavily on that type of behavior. 

“Girl what’s been going on with you?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I heard you were doing all types of drugs. Word is you’re doing other stuff too.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Oh c’mon. You know you can talk to me. Your family in Texas told us they heard you sold drugs, shoplifted, scammed and did all sorts of stuff.” 

“If I did then I shouldn’t talk about it right.” 

“You can talk to me about anything. I wouldn’t judge you for it.” 

“I sold drugs. Scammed some people online. I shoplifted and did credit card fraud. I stole some person’s identity and I’m going to use it to rent a nice apartment somewhere in CDMX.” 

“Wow you’re crazy. Don’t use someone else’s identity. You’ll probably get caught. Nobody’s going to believe you’re an adult.” 

“I can’t live with my parents anymore. I hate them so much.” 

“There’s no way they’ll let you live on your own.” 

“Well I think now they will. They seem like they hate my guts.” 

“If they say no then they’ll get the police involved, they’ll find you and then arrest you for stealing someone’s identity.” 

“I think I’ll actually kill uncle pedo if he looks at me the wrong way.” 

“I asked your parents if I could be your guardian. Your mom seemed like she was on the fence about it but your day outright refused. If they let you move out then I’ll rent an apartment under my name.” 

I hugged her. She always came through for me when I needed her the most. I loved her more than anyone or anything in the world. 

As soon as I got home I started packing as many of the things I needed into my luggage and backpack. I resented most of my clothes after moving to America because I got them from the market near Tepito and they seemed cheap now that I got a taste of the brands Americans liked. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I’m moving out dad. Don’t try to stop me.” 

“Where are you gonna go? Who are you staying with?” 

“That’s none of your business.” 

“None of our business? You’re our fucking daughter.” 

“Language honey.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“I have enough money to stay at Airbnb’s and hotels.” 

“What about school?”

“I’ll still go to school. Don’t worry. I’ll get a college degree. I don’t want to end up working low wage jobs like the two of you.” 

Dad grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me. I pushed him off me and grabbed the pepper spray from my purse. He dropped to the ground streaming in pain. My eyes teared up. The smell was unbearable. I grabbed my backpack and ran out. A cab was parked a block away and I got inside then told the driver to get me to the city center as fast as he could. 

I’m at a 4 star hotel near the airport. I used a stolen credit card I bought of a site to book a room for a night. I’m messaging a bunch of weird men on my fake social media accounts. One of them offered to pay for my flight and accommodation to Cancun. Another one said they would fly me out to Los Angeles to have dinner. 

I paced around my hotel room as a reggaeton playlist I made was blaring through my portable speakers. I lost track of how many times I took a puff from my mango flavored vape. I got 7 missed calls from mom and aunty Viviana messaged me an hour ago. A plane took off and my eyes were drawn to it. I needed a break from Mexico city. I’ve only been to the surrounding areas and my parents took the family to Guadalajara when I was 6 years old. I wanted to go to a place with lots of tourists so I could scam them without feeling any remorse, especially if they were American. Aunt called me and a pit in my stomach made me answer even tho I wanted to ignore her. 

“Oh my god baby girl what the hell happened?”

“Dad was getting handsy with me so I pepper sprayed him. “

“You’re crazy.” 

“I thought he was gonna hit me or something and I wasn’t about to let that weird old man do that to me.” 

“Where are you now?”

“I’m at a hotel. I have to leave the city for a bit because I can’t be around them.” 

“Where are you going?”

“I might be going to Cancun.” 

“I’m there right now for the next few weeks. Come visit me.” 

“I don’t want to bother you.” 

“Don’t be ridiculous.. You know I’d do anything for you.” 

I’m at the Cancun international airport and from a distance I saw the only family member I trust with a brooding and bald muscular man who was about 5 '9 wearing jorts, wheat colored work boots and a white tank top. She ran towards me while wearing her white designer platform sneakers and athleisure clothes. 

“Oh my god you poor thing. I’m sorry I look so gross. I just got done working out.” 

“Stop fishing for compliments babe. You know you look hot.”

“Ew shut up. You’re being weird and gross.”

They were side by side and he proceeded to grab her by the hips then pulled her towards him but she pushed him away. Her face was red as she started smacking him in the face. 

“Go be useful and throw this bottle in the trash.” 

“Who’s your friend?” 

“That’s Gabriel. He’s like my boyfriend or something like that.” 

“Yo babe check this out. Kobe.” 

He was about 12 feet away from the recycling bin as he did a jump shot like he was in a basketball game. The bottle flew past the bin and hit a baby in a stroller. It was getting pushed by a woman passing by. The screams of the crying infant verberated throughout the airport. He ran the opposite direction. 

“He is such a fucking idiot. I’m sorry babe.” 

“He’s kinda funny.” 

“He’s fun to laugh at because he’s so dumb. More like a court jester instead of a standup comedian.” 

“He’s pretty swole.” 

“He’s the beefiest guy I’ve ever been with. I usually go for skinny guys but he’s different.” 

“Aw you like him.”

“Ew don’t be weird.” 

A group of tourists with American accents started yelling at a front desk agent in English. That along with the crying children grated my ears. 

“Why are you crying?” 

“I don’t know. There’s just so much going on right now. All the stuff happening at the airport is making my head spin.” 

“Ok let’s get out of here. First I gotta find that roided oaf. He drove me here.” 

There were signs all over the airport about the A/C not working. The smell of sweaty people made me want to faint. I stepped out to vape while aunty was on the phone yelling at her man. My hands were shaking. Shivers went throughout my body. I tried to do some deep breathing exercises I learned from a therapist I saw for 1 session in America. My gay friend Diego wouldn’t shut up about therapy whenever we smoked and he went on about how life changing it was. It didn’t really do much for me. I felt like I was paying someone to listen to me bitch about my problems. Whenever the mental health professional offered me solutions to my problems, it made me feel angry and bitter. It was condescending to think that some breathing exercises and worksheets could fix my dysfunctional family. My independent self didn’t need some old person who got paid 200$ an hour telling them that their feelings were valid and that all I needed to do was to love and accept myself then move on. I figured that out on my own when I was a child. The whole thing was a waste of money. No amount of sessions would get rid of my violent urge to kill all the losers in my stupid fucked up family. 

“Where the fuck were you?” 

“Sorry babe I had to get some KFC. I needed the protein. It’s been 3 hours since I’ve eaten anything and I felt my body go catabolic.” 

“You stupid meathead. You made my niece wait in this hot ass airport with all these weird nasty people.” 

“I said I was sorry babe. I’ll drive extra fast to make up for it.” 

“You’ll get us killed.” 

“I’ll fast and furious this shit. Don’t worry about it.” 

We’re on the highway and Gabriel’s going about 120 mph on his dodge charger. Aunty yelled at him throughout the whole ride and told him to slow down but he just kept laughing at her. I zoned out and the whole ride felt like a blur. I couldn’t stop thinking about my next move. Scenarios about reconciling with mom and dad replayed in my head. As much as I hated the two of them, there’s a part of me that believes they can change. My catholic upbringing made it hard for me to see anyone as irredeemable even though I know that there are people who are so fucked up that they don’t deserve to roam around free because they’re a bunch of abusive and predatory assholes with no will to change. 

“You can stay here for as long as you want until things die down with your parents.” 

“Wait really? Babe we never talked about this.” 

“This is my apartment. You don’t even pay rent.”

“Yeah but still.” 

“We have a guest room for a reason.” 

“Thanks for the offer aunty but I can’t stay here for too long. I need some time alone to think things through.”

“Where are you gonna go? What are you gonna do?” 

I didn’t have a plan. I had no idea what I was doing and I had to constantly remind myself that I wasn’t in Mexico city anymore. It was nice to be around someone familiar but I don’t want to be a drain on the only person in this world that I loved and respected. 

“I’ll stay with friends in Guadalajara. I always loved it there.” 

“Let’s grab something to eat first. There’s this great Korean spot a few blocks from here. You like Asian food right?” 

We’re eating Korean barbecue and this hole in the wall restaurant. There was an assortment of Japanese decorations all over the place. The employees were a mix of Mexican and Chinese immigrants because I heard the Asian workers speak Mandarin. The food was fine. The Kimchi tasted like it was store bought. The food here was nothing like what I experienced in Texas. It seemed like a watered down version of any sort of Asian food I’ve tasted. The menu was filled with Mexican and Asian fusion foods. There wasn’t anything too unappetizing but they sold sushi burritos which made me nauseous. Apparently it was one of the most popular sellers on their menu because I saw more than a handful of people enjoying it. 

I felt uncomfortable being the third wheel to my aunt and her partner. She tried her best to include me into each conversation they had but I couldn’t muster anything other than one word or short responses. I wanted to crawl up in a ball and die. She seemed gleeful in their arguments with one another. They reminded me of an elder couple who were lost in their own little world and exhausted every possible conversation available so they spent most of their time arguing over little things. I’ve never seen her expressing this many emotions over a man. She always told me that she saw men as nothing but piggybanks who were incapable of ever loving a woman in a way they deserved. It didn’t seem like a great way to think about half the world population and I felt like I would be miserable if I ever believed in something similar. Throughout my life I saw aunt Viv as a strong and independent figure but there were times where it felt like it was a mask. She would slip up and I’d often think about how lonely she must feel underneath it all. She always expressed to me that romantic love was a delusion created by men to keep women subservient and that anyone who believed in the notion was a fool. Even if she was right, I always told myself that I would break the rules and make myself the dominant one of a relationship. I wanted to be the center of a man’s universe where they served me and fulfilled every desire. This wouldn’t seem like love to most people but others' opinions of my life bore no importance to me since most people were selfish and self-important. Every thought or belief was an expression of somebody’s biased worldview and life experiences which shouldn’t affect me at all since these weren’t concrete truths. 

In my home life my parents bombarded me with made up rules and imposed stupid standards on me under the guise of religion and culture. Their friends at church were also gossipy and judgmental control freaks who felt the need to have an opinion over every little thing. They were morally righteous but turned a blind eye to everyone in their circles who went against these principles and made every excuse imaginable for these people. More than a handful of people from the church were exposed for being predator, abusive, creepy and I’m pretty sure at least half of them were pedophiles because whenever I played with the other kids during Sunday school, we’d make fun of all the weird touchy adults which was almost the entire congregation. 

One 12 year old boy killed himself after accusing another member of molesting him in the parking lot during a bake sale while everyone was indoors. The 50 year old man and father of 2 boys and 1 girl within similar age ranges lured the preteen into his car by asking for help unloading boxes then pinned him down in the backseat. He told his parents who went to the pastor but he asked for proof and that family wasn’t able to provide any so they were ostracized from the church for causing drama as the members there put it. A handful of boys came forward to say that the same man rubbed their shoulders or legs inappropriately but most of the adults agreed that it was just part of Mexican culture. The rapist’s name was Alexandre Alejandro Flores and he attended mass every Sunday with his family. Some of the members urged their kids to keep a distance from the man but nobody ever spoke up or confronted them about it. The kids called the man Lex the pest and bullied his kids relentlessly. Word got around to the middle school they attended and kids would throw rotten fruits at them during lunch, stuffed them into lockers and physically assaulted them during recess or after school while they waited for the bus. 

Gabriel started flexing his biceps after fixing his plate of mongolian beef, korean fried chicken and rice. Viviana was fixated on his arms. 

“You’re so weird.” 

“C’mon look at how freaky my arms look. All veiny after the gym”

“You’re embarrassing us. There are people everywhere.” 

“They’re not even looking over here. Maybe if I did a front double bi.” 

She started punching his arm and smacking his head as he swatted her hands away. 

“Is everything ok with your meal sir?” 

“We’re ready to go.” 

I offered to pay for the meal but she pulled my hand away from my purse as I reached for my wallet. She always insisted that men pay for meals and just about everything for a woman because they invented those stupid bogus chivalrous rules to subjugate women under the guise of doing nice for them and everything was set up against the feminine so it was the least they could do. I agreed with her and I always expected every guy I went out with to pay for me even if we’re just friends hanging out. When they asked me to pay an equal share then I’d tell them everything is inherently biased against my gender and if they argued with me I would never speak to them again. 

While in the car, she leaned in and placed her head on his shoulders. It made me teary eyed that somebody as jaded as my aunt found some variation of love even though she wouldn’t ever admit that she loved him. I wanted a guy who was similar but with a nice full head of hair, a prettier face and a higher IQ. 

As soon as we got back to the apartment, the bald man jumped on the couch then sprawled out as he unbuckled his belt. 

“You’re being gross. Go do that shit in our room.” 

“This is my home. I can do whatever the fuck I want.” 

She threw her purse at him and the two of them headed to their room where I heard a lot of shouting. After a few minutes they went silent. I sat on the couch scrolling through my phone. My mind went blank from all the options I had. On one hand I liked that I was free from my parents but I hated the way things played out because I was gonna miss all my friends from middle school. I was a little excited to start high school and I was sad I wouldn’t see my friends. I wanted to tell Sarah about all the money I made and all the cute boys I hooked up with in Texas. I wanted to know if Maria was still stuck in her on and off toxic relationship with Jose. Some days I wanted to be an average teenager but I knew that’s not the path God laid out for me. 

I worried about aunty and hoped she wasn’t getting murdered so I knocked on the door. When she opened it I saw a 4 foot statue of a skeletal grim reaper with mini statues, flowers, tequila and chocolate on an altar next to the bed. Her hair was disheveled and her face flushed as she cleared her throat.

“Is everything ok girlie?” 

“Yeah I was just checking to see if everything’s fine on your end because it was too quiet.” 

“Everything’s fine. We were just talking things out.” 

He laid on the bed and snored so loud I could hear faint sounds of it while I was in the kitchen. 

“I’m gonna head out and get some things at the market.” 

In the living room I paced around while taking a puff from my weed cartridge every few minutes as I looked at the TV which was on the local news. They talked about a local police officer getting murdered and how it could be linked to the cartel. They showed a video of the man’s corpse on the side of the road with two bullet wounds in the chest but his face was blurred. 

My brain was stuck in a loop of thinking about whether or not I should live the life of a traveling scammer vagabond going from one foreign country to another or whether I should go back home and try to salvage the situation with my parents. I truly wanted to do well in school and get into a top Mexican university to study computer science because I didn’t want to end up in a cycle of poverty and work menial jobs like my parents. 

After pacing for what felt like hours, my body was exhausted and I was couch locked. My stomach grumbled but I didn’t want to get food. Even getting up and going to check if there was food in the fridge seemed like an impossible task. 

“Where’d your aunt go?” 

“She said she went out to get something at the market.” 

“It’s dark out. She shoulda been back by now. She’s not answering my texts or picking up the phone.” 

I spaced out on the couch looking at the ceiling while the short stocky brute stepped out of the apartment. I couldn’t keep my eyes open. 

I woke up to Gabriel yelling. 

“Is everything ok?” 

“I can’t find Vivianna. I called everyone we know and drove around town.” 

“Maybe she’s busy with something.” 

“She’s never gone more than a few hours without at least texting me.” 

My mind replayed a conversation I had with her where she talked about how she kept weird men online company for money. I assumed she was doing some form of online sex woke but she was probably too embarrassed to outright say it and she probably felt like I was too young to talk to about something like that. She complained about having to deal with strange men being obsessed with her. She claimed that a few of them were stalking them but that she felt safe with Gabriel by her side. Auntie told me that most people online were a bunch of nerds who were all talk and she felt confident that she could handle them if they ever tried to confront her in person. 

The TV was still on and the weather person talked about cloud skies in the morning and afternoon. 

“I’ve been up all night and I don’t know what to do.” 

“Should we call the police or something?”

“She hated the police and she wouldn’t want that.” 

“I’m sure she’s fine. She disappears from time to time. I’m sure she’s ok somewhere.” 

My stomach grumbled loud enough for everyone to hear. 

“Are you hungry or something?” 

“Yeah I haven’t eaten since we went to the restaurant.” 

“We can head to that cafe the two of us usually go to a few blocks away. Maybe someone there might be able to help us. They know her over there.”

I ordered an iced coffee and chocolate croissant as the man went around talking to the workers and the people at the shop. 

“Nobody knows anything. Somebody mentioned hearing about the police finding a dead body by the tourist area with all the 4 star hotels.” 

I coughed as crumbs of the croissant littered my lap and spread throughout the table. 

“Do you think it was her?” 

“I knew I shouldn’t have fallen asleep and went with her to the store.” 

“This isn’t your fault. Maybe she’s just busy meeting with friends.” 

“She would never go off somewhere without telling me. I’m such a useless idiot.” 

The image of such a muscular man displaying this much emotion made me want to burst out into laughter but I didn’t want to be cruel and insensitive. He reminded me of some of my gay friends but I don’t think my aunt's boyfriend was a homosexual. Maybe he was bisexual or just a really emotional metrosexual man from all the exogenous hormones he injected in his body. 

I learned how to take over people’s phones and machines using a method my online hacker friend showed me. It was easy enough to get people to download a pdf file or open a phishing link but it made me feel creepy doing that to people I know. I have this urge to know everything about everyone around me at all times. I imagined what that one therapist would tell me and how it was some sort of defense mechanism I developed from years of childhood trauma. When I took over my creepy uncle’s laptop, I found out that he spent all of his time online looking up porn with barely legal teens. I didn’t find any sort of illegal material involving minors but I think that’s because he was a lot more careful with his sex crimes rather than him not having the urge to look at underage girls.  

“Now landing in Mexico City. The local time is 1:30 p.m. The weather is gloomy with heavy rain in the evening. I hope you enjoyed your flight folks and have a wonderful day.” 

It’s been over a year since I returned to this city. I spent a year in Cancun scamming tourists and doing various other schemes. I had a credit card fraud ring running where I paid taxi drivers and minimum wage employees working in shops around touristy areas to install skimmers. 

I hated these stupid gringos coming into Mexico and treating it like their personal playground. Most of them were poor or middle class at best but they walked around this country with an air of superiority. They didn’t bother learning the language or the customs and they looked down on the locals. The banks gave them their money back after a few weeks so there was no harm and no foul. I saw what I did as karma for gentrifying cities and shitting them up like a bunch of pale faced rats who reeked of mayonnaise. 

I made over 600 thousand USD over the course of the year. It made me feel good knowing I’d never have to work another day in my life in the next 5 years. I invested the money in some local businesses to clean the money. I owned a laundromat, 2 taco stands, an ice cream truck and I owned half the stores at the flea market 4 blocks from Zona Hotelra. All the beauty, home decor, electronics and vintage clothing stores belonged to me. I would use the cards I got from the tourists to buy merchandise then hire locals to run the stores. I’d pay them double the market rate. I also used clone cards to withdraw money from ATMs. Most of the cops in the city were crooked and easily bought off. Gabriel helped me with the business. Underneath his goofy and airheaded personality was a personable and charismatic leader that a lot of the locals looked up to. He had this ability to hyperfocus on any task put in front of him. He abused adderall but since I went through a 1 gram weed cartridge each day, I wasn’t in any position to judge him. 

“Valentina. Is that you? You look like a grown ass woman.” Said Maria. 

I kept in touch with Maria and Sarah because they were my two closest friends since elementary school. Maria was done with Jose and she’s obsessed with Kpop now. There’s a college guy from Korea named Andrew that she won’t shut up about. Maria was busy with school and working at her parent’s convenient store. I told her about the money I was making and I was gonna ask her to work for me because she seemed tired from having to deal with her parents. 

We went to a starbucks in the airport because the girls were dying for coffee since they said they barely slept after partying the night before. 

“I heard you were like a cartel drug boss or something.” Said Maria. 

“Girl shut up. Don’t talk about that here.” 

“It’s so loud and busy here. Nobody’s gonna hear us.” 

“I’m not in any cartel. That’s crazy.” 

“You keep flexing crazy amounts of cash in our group chats and you’re always high as fuck of those fire ass weed carts.” 

“Do you know where I could get some adderall?” Said Sarah. 

“Bitch what the fuck? Isn’t that stuff like Meth or something.” 

“I need it for my ADHD and there’s a supply shortage right now so it’s hard to get some.” 

“That shit isn’t real. You spend too much time online on those kpop spaces and that’s why you’re all retarded now.” 

“You’re so fucking dumb.” 

Sarah grabbed her blueberry muffin and licked it. 

“Ew you’re fucking nasty fuck you.” 

Everyone’s sweating in this one bedroom apartment full of strangers. I heard about Chino but wasn’t too familiar with the others. He seemed a little naive but I could tell by his dead eyes that he’s killed someone before or at the very least gone through severe traumas. Once you murder somebody it leaves off this tell. I’m not sure if other killers developed similar abilities or if it was just me. 

He looked like one of those Kpop idols in the face but he had Lucha's body. 

There are exceptions to the rule of course like Leo who was so clean cut and mild mannered that one would think he worked at an office. He could kill someone without blinking and it didn’t seem like he felt bad about anything he did. He always claimed to be motivated by something divine and what he did was whatever was best for humanity. The deeper you peeled the layers behind that man, the more insane he seemed but he was a good person deep down. 

This old bastard won’t shut up and as soon as I saw the opening, I pulled my gun out and put a few bullets through his skull.

That look on my future husband’s face gave away that he had a weak stomach. He was no longer in the room with us mentally, emotionally or spiritually. I held him and pressed his head against my chest. He sniffled and his soft skin pressed against mine made my pussy soaking wet. 

After the cleanup crew arrived, I asked him if he wanted to come to my place and hang out. As soon as we got to my place, I grabbed his cock and leaned in for a kiss. He didn’t hesitate to kiss me back and press me against a wall. 

Once our first session was done, we smoked a blunt and some cigarettes then went on until I ran out of condoms. I didn’t want him to leave, even if it was to go to the convenience store across the street. I told him to fuck me raw. I didn’t care if he got me pregnant. He’s mine. Nobody else could have him other than me and anyone who tried to steal him from me deserved to get their ass beaten or murdered. 

I remembered Maria telling me that with some guys you just know they’re husband and baby daddy material. She considered herself a love witch who worshiped La Santa Muerte in the red aspect along with Aphrodite and when she told me that I thought she was a dumb delusional weirdo but seeing how some men fall in love with her within minutes of meeting them changed my mind. One man left his family and gave her his month salary just to take her out. She didn’t even care. The man tried to rob a bank to afford her attention but he was in jail. She wrote him a letter from time to time because in her words he was a useful idiot who would do anything for her no matter how she treated him. Maria had at least a dozen men at her disposal at any given time. She was the ugly duckling for most of her life but then she started experimenting with witchcraft and glamour magick then out of nowhere she looked like an Instagram model. People accused her of using filters or photoshopping all her pictures online but once they met her, they realized that her skin glows naturally and her curves are natural. I texted her about Chino while we were in a cab on the way to my apartment and she told me he was the one for me. I trusted this evil witch with anything related to love, lust and men. 

His voice, hair, body and the way he carried himself gave me butterflies in my stomach. If I saw he walking around then I would think he was nothing but another self-absorbed gym rat douche but Willie told me that he was battling homelessness, mentally ill and came from a dysfunctional family which made me want to take care of him in a way that nobody else could. He told me how selfless he was and how he’d help the homeless. 

I've only been with a handful of guys and they were all the same. They didn’t understand the concept of empathy or compassion and they were self-absorbed no matter how big, tall or how they presented themselves. One guy was a sensitive artistic type who turned out to be a covert narcissist and pathological liar who’s manipulate girls into sleeping with him by pretending to be in tune with his emotions but once you got to know him, he was just another egotistical asshole. Another guy was a gym rat who surprisingly had a big thick cock but his entire life revolved around the gym and he spent more time posing in front of a mirror then nurturing an interesting personality. 

The last guy I was with was a tall, skinny and average looking nerdy type of guy who was studying to be a doctor. He was smart but after the honeymoon period, he did everything he could to make everything about him. Everything was a weird power game. I picked up on it after 3 weeks of dating him. Whenever he felt threatened by a guy he’d single out something that he thought was would make that person insecure then harp on it until he felt like he got one over on them. It was fun at first but he kept doing it and it made me think he was an annoying insecure loser. He was lousy in bed and had a long skinny dick which felt like a pencil going in and out of my vagina. 

He held me in bed and I felt so safe. 

“You keep staring at the scar on my stomach.” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.” 

A wave of disgust overcame me as the tone of voice never came out of my mouth for anyone ever before. 

His dick was the perfect size. Girthy and long enough to rub my cervix. He ate my pussy like nobody I’ve ever met and I’ve hooked up with two girls. Once when I was drunk at a party and wanted to know what it felt like and another time I dated this gorgeous half Mexican and half Colombian model for about 3 weeks until breaking up with her because she was too obsessed with me. She stalked me and everyone I knew. She wouldn’t let me have any friends and she would install spyware on all my devices to track me. It was fun for a week and then it became overwhelming. That sort of behavior is only fun when I do it to someone else. 

“Does it freak you out?” 

“No I like it.” 

“You don’t have to lie to me.” 

“I’m being serious. I think it looks good. Honestly. How did you get it?” 

“My dad used to beat my mom whenever he had a bad day. I stood up for her and it pissed him off even more so he beat the hell out of me.” 

I held him closer to me but he pushed away. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to dump that on you.” 

“I was the one who asked about it.” 

“It was weird of me to bring it up.” 

“I don’t think it was. I’m actually flattered that you would be comfortable enough to share that with me.” 

“I barely know you.” 

“I mean you saw me kill a person in front of you. That’s a really intimate thing to share with someone.” 

“You’re funny.” 

“Was that your first time ever seeing someone get killed?” 

“Not really. I’ve seen people get stabbed or beaten to death while I was homeless. The more I see it, the harder it gets for me to witness.” 

“Why? Isn’t it usually the opposite?” 

“Life is the most precious thing on this planet. Nobody really has the right to take that away from anyone.” 

“You picked the wrong line of work.” 

“I’m trying to change things.” 

“So what do you think of a murderer like me?” 

“People are more than the things they do. Nobody’s irredeemable.” 

“I go against everything you stand for.” 

“To be honest, that guy seemed like a massive piece of shit. He probably deserved to die.” 

“So some people are more worthy of livin than others.” 

“There are always exceptions to the rules.” 

“I know. I was just messing with you.” 

“I hate when you do that.” 

“I’m sorry.”

What’s wrong with me. I don’t apologize to anyone ever. Something about his presence turned me into a different person. I knew that he could snap my head in half with his bare hands without trying but it made me feel special knowing he would never do something like that to me. Deep underneath his sweet exterior, I sensed a great deal of rage and trauma waiting to be unleashed. I can’t wait to witness that so long as it isn’t directed at me. If it came to it, I could kill him with no hesitation but I know it would eat me up inside afterwards. I’d miss seeing his cute face, his big juicy cock and that talented tongue of his. 

I’ve known this guy for less than a day but I knew he was going to be an important person in my life. If he ghosted me I would murder him. 

“You seemed so natural doing what you did.” 

“They don’t call me the angel of death for nothing.” 

“How did you get that nickname?” 

“I’m the best sicaria in all of Mexico.” 

“That’s bold of you to say.” 

“It’s not just me who says it. People gave me that nickname after I killed some really powerful people.” 

“What was your first time like?” 

“It was cathartic because the person I killed really deserved it.” 

“What did they do?” 

“They killed the person who mattered the most to me.” 

“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened and who were the people involved.” 

“Some weird obsessed stalker murdered my aunt. She was a content creator and got lots of weird fans. One day she went to the store then never came back. The cops found her body near a hotel in a touristy area. I hunted the guy down and after that I kept on killing anyone who got in my way.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that. That must have been so tough for you.” 

“It took me so long to get over her death. Nothing beats the feeling of avenging her death.”

“How many people have you killed?”

“I lost count.” 

“You’re scary as hell. If I didn’t know this about you, I would think you were just a sweet and pretty girl.” 

“I can be sweet just like I can be mean, scary and vindictive. It all depends on how somebody treats me.” 

“Is killing your main way of making a living?” 

“I own a bunch of businesses?” 

“Are they drug related?” 

“Most of them are legit. I’m in control of most of the adderall, speed  and ADHD meds circulating in Mexico and most parts of the United states.” 

“Why ADHD meds?” 

“My friend has that condition. She told me how there was a shortage and a large demand for them. I capitalized and at the same time I figured I’d be helping an entire community of people get their meds.” 

“I have ADHD too.” 

“No wonder you’re good in bed. She told me people with your condition were great at fucking.” 

“I don’t know about that.” 

“I hate how you can never take a compliment.” 

“They make me feel weird.” 

“Are you a masochist or something?”

“What the hell? You’re being weird.” 

His look of embarrassment was so cute. 

We went to watch the Joker movie in theaters and I pictured myself as Harlequin while he was like a more socially acceptable version of Arthur Fleck. They have a similar backstory. After the movie he told me he really related to the main character of the movie. We were smoking in my car outside the cinema and he was telling me how he used to have a therapist who dropped him as a client because the government quit funding the nonprofit he went to as a teen and the whole program got shut down. I got on top of him and started kissing him while grinding on his dick. I hit the steering wheel and the car honked as a group of middle aged people walked by. 

“Good thing your windows are tinted.” 

A block away there was a mini food market and we stopped to have some tacos and elotes. 

“You two were at the theater a few minutes ago. I saw what you two were up to.” 

“What?” 

He got in that man’s face without a moment of hesitation. 

“Bro chill. I’m not judging your freaky asses. Just be careful next time. There were people there with their families and shit.” 

This middle aged man in baggy jean shorts, dusty white basketball shoes and white tall tee was making me uncomfortable. 

“Mind your business old man.” 

“Alright whatever bro.” 

He walked away but we spotted him smoking a cigarette in the parking lot while on the phone since the food stands were so close to where the cars were parked. 

“He’s a sicario.” 

“That old bastard? No way.” 

“I remember reading about a notorious hitman in this area who wore a similar outfit. Isn’t it weird that he followed us here from the movie theater?” 

“He just looks like any other creep. He probably wanted to join in.” 

“Don’t ever doubt my intuition. I’m always right about these things.” 

“Go talk to him. I’ll figure something out.”

He walked off as I held my street corn on one hand and my vape in the other. 

I made eye contact with the man while I approached him. My legs felt heavy and he kept looking at me from head to toe. 

“Where’s your boyfriend? Did he leave you here to meet with his boyfriend or something?” 

“I think he went to the bathroom. Are you hungry?” 

“Actually I was about to grab some elotes but if you’re offering.” 

He took the stick off my hand then took a bite with bits of corn and cheese falling on the ground. 

The sound of a gun getting clocked. 

“Who do you work for?” 

“What the hell? Look buddy I’m poor. I have about 200 pesos in my pocket and I was about to buy dinner.” 

“Get in the car and start driving. Don’t look at me. I’ll shoot you if you don’t comply.” 

We’re driving on the highway and we’re heading to the outskirts of town. It’s freezing cold and shivers went throughout my spine. Nobody spoke a word for what felt like an hour. I’m in the front seat while Chino was in the back with the gun pressed against the back of the man’s head. 

The roads were pitch black now and we could hardly see the road. Nothing around us but the desert. 

“Stop the car.” 

The three of us got out of the car and the man had his hands up. 

“I’m not who you think I am.” 

“Why did you follow us back there? Who are you working for?” 

“I was hungry after watching that Joker flick. It was an emotional experience for me.” 

“Stop fucking around. I’ll shoot you if you keep fucking with us.” 

I patted the man down and grabbed the pistol around his waist. He emptied his pockets and I snatched his wallet and keys from his hands. 

“I like to keep a gun on me for self defense. I live in a really bad part of town.” 

He shot the ground about 2 inches from the fat middle aged man’s foot. 

“I’ll ask you one more time. Think really long and hard about your answer.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about man.” 

He left off another shot and hit the man on his right knee. The two of us were by the side of the car as the stranger collapsed on the ground with the headlights pointing at them. He screamed while holding on. 

“Fuck ok. Look, I don't have a boss. I’m like a freelancer. Some guy hired me to follow the two of you.”

“What did this guy look like?” 

“He was bald and had pale white skin. He was probably like 5’10 and really skinny. He wore an all white suit with black loafers. They looked fancy.” 

“What else?” 

“I don’t know what else you want me to tell you. I think he called himself Zeke or something. He had a Z tattoo on his neck.” 

Another loud bang as the man collapsed on the ground. 

“Why did you do that?” 

“He lied. He was sent to kill us. The guy who hired him was probably part of the Zetas.” 

“Why kill him?” 

“We have to appear strong and send our enemies a message. These people are animals. The only language they understand is violence.” 

“Aren’t you supposed to be a pacifist or something?” 

“That’s Leo. He breaks his rules from time to time.” 

He got in the driver seat and as I got in the car I leaned over. His face partly visible . I grabbed his face and looked him in the eyes. You’re mine. I kissed him and I knew this man was always going to be by my side. 

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[nickgerlich]

Fighting Back

It’s the saga that keeps giving. While it is typical for consumer boycotts to be forgotten after six months, this one is now approaching seven months, with no signs of abating.It’s just that the victim company is fighting back, acting as if nothing happened, and basically saying to all those who left the brand, “We couldn’t care less about you anymore.”

Of course, I am talking about Bud Light, which was America’s biggest beer brand until what happened last April. The PR disaster that ensued following the one-off beer can produced for transgender influencer Dylan Mulvaney sent many beer drinkers off in righteous indignation. In exchange, they adopted Modelo as their new beer brand, an import from Mexico.

Now let me try to explain a little bit about Modelo, because there’s a very unique situation at play here in the States. Globally, AB-InBev, parent company of Budweiser, also owns Grupo Modelo in Mexico, which also makes Corona, Pacifica, and other popular brands. It’s just that when this purchase went down a few years ago, to appease the US and their fears of antitrust, AB-InBev had to agree to a unique licensing and distribution agreement with someone else.

That someone else is Constellation Brands, which produces and distributes a wide variety of beers, wines, and spirits. Constellation is the sole licensee for all Modelo products in the US. Essentially, Constellation is more marketing company than manufacturer, and all that Modelo Beer we hear about crushing Bud Light these days comes from Mexico.

From a brewery owned by AB-InBev.

So while Bud Light may have been toppled from its throne here, it kind of has the last word. It’s just that Constellation gets a slice of the action and bragging rights locally.

Yeah, that’s a mess. Now back to Bud Light. In the wake of April’s incident, the brand has partnered with many college football teams for a huge promotion this fall. And now comes news of their sponsorship of mixed martial arts league UFC, or Ultimate Fighting Championship. It’s a deal worth north of $175 million.

Interestingly, Bud Light is the more or less official beer here at WT. There are banners hanging inside our basketball arena, and at the Homecoming Tailgate, only Bud Light and Michelob Ultra were available. My son-in-law bought me a “cabottle” of Bud Light. That’s slang for one of those 16-ounce aluminum bottles frequently sold at stadiums, beaches, and anywhere else that glass is not allowed.

And that “cabottle” I drank is a commemorative one for Folds of Honor, a charity that provides educational scholarships to family members of fallen and disabled service members as well as first responders. Bud Light has directed $21 million to this organization in the last 13 years.

I do find this sponsorship to be eyebrow-raising, given what happened here last March and the cancelation of a drag queen show. Because values. I’ll let you mull over that one. Here, have a pint of irony.

Now some of you may be thinking that Bud Light is simply aloof and has turned a deaf ear to the folks who still insist on posting a snarky laughing face emoji any time they see a social media post regarding Bud Light. I truly think that AB-InBev simply no longer cares if it shed some customers. After all, it’s still getting a few ounces of profit from every one of those Modelos sold instead of a Bud Light, by virtue of owning the brewery.

More importantly, AB-InBev is huge, with $57 billion in global revenue. US operations are but a small piece of that. While 2Q revenues dropped $395 million, or about 10% overall of company sales, AB-InBev can ride out this storm for a long time. And while retail sales of Bud Light are down 30% year-over-year for the last month, that does not account for sales on tap. Those rough-and-tumble guys boycotting Bud Light may not want to bear the stigma of waltzing through the store with a 24-pack of Bud Light, but they can order one in a glass with virtual anonymity.

This year’s fiasco may take longer to iron out the wrinkles than the norm. In fact, maybe it will never come clean. But there’s one thing you can count on: Bud Light is not dead, and its well-heeled owner will continue to pump money into it because it can. While Bud Light is consumed primarily by men (60%), it also tracks highly among Gen-Zers. And as we have discussed before, Gen-Zers have a far more progressive worldview than their elders.

I suspect in the long-run that big truth will hold sway, and older folks who stormed away from the brand will do their own thing until they fall off the radar completely. AB-InBev is in this for the long game, not just 2023. Here’s to you, Gen-Z, and here’s to AB-InBev. This saga is far from over, and I think I know who the ultimate winner will be.

Dr “Have A Drink On Me” Gerlich

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[divergent-one-1984]

Organized Crime Ring in Astoria, NY, in a neighborhood under the jurisdiction of 114th PRECINCT and in apartment buildings managed by CENTRAL ASTORIA, LLC. I have been the victim of TARGETED COMMUNITY HARASSMENT SINCE SUMMER 2016 because of my race and gender, I am an African American woman (because of a rumor / gossip mill started by staff at NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION while I was employed there from 2014 to 2016 I was made the victim of WORKPLACE MOBBING and TARGETED PSYCHOLOGICALHARASSMENT & TORTURE / EMOTIONAL ABUSE. Due to the illegal access and leaking of private, personal, confidential information by wiretapping / cloning / hacking of personal devices, accounts and illegal surveillance in my residence, etc. This includes leaking of confidential medical information (HPV diagnosis in 2008 (strains that can cause CERVICAL CANCER and an ABORTION I had in 2004) - HARASSMENT ABOUT MY VAGINA, HPV, YEAST INFECTION

WEDNESDAY, JULY 12, 2023

PERIOD STARTED TODAY.

THERE IS A RELENTLESSLY DISGUSTING OBSESSIVE and PERVERSE ATTENTION PAID TO MY PERIOD AND VAGINA IN GENERAL AS PART OF MY HARASSMENT.

MANY SYNCHRONIZED HARASSMENT ACTIVITIES ARE CARRIED OUT AROUND MY MENSTRUAL CYCLE

I believe NATASHA LIGGINS-MODELO (former NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION employee who BULLIED ME and instigated WORKPLACE MOBBING against me while I was employed at NYC DEPARTMENT of EDUCATION) was instrumental in HACKING and LEAKING OF MY PERSONAL DATA, which included medical information (HPV DIAGNOSIS, strains that cause CERVICAL CANCER).

To me there is no other reasonable explanation for the degree of harassment, degradation, dehumanization, complete violation of CIVIL, HUMAN, AND PRIVACY RIGHTS, etc that has been done to me except IGNORANT PEOPLE feeling a way about someone who has an STD / STI, a very common one that some of the very people harassing me right now probably have and don't even know it or who will eventually contract it because the only way to avoid it is to never have sex because condoms won't necessarily protect you from HPV.

It's so damn common they have a VACCINE for it that the medical community encourages people to give to their children ideally before they have entered the sexually active population, which will certainly expose them to the possibility, whether they had 3 partners or 300 partners, whether they used a condom every time they had sex or never or sometimes used a condom.

No one is immune from contracting HPV , unless you NEVER EVER have sex or hump / rub your genitals on someone else's genitals, so the judgement is really silly and coming from an ignorant place.

I did not do anything to NATASHA LIGGINS-MODELO, or anyone else in thay workplace or in my life generally to where they would just do something like this to me out of the blue.

One of the goals of RELATIONAL AGGRESSION and WORKPLACE MOBBING is to humiliate the target.

They used the HPV as a justification for the HARASSMENT & ABUSE and as something to try to humiliate me for. This is the only thing that makes sense.

I believe the HPV was leaked in the workplace and to people from my personal life, namely past sexual partners and because they are ignorant and ill-informed they overreacted and did this to me.

Also, one of the persons I think may be involved I believe is the person who I contracted the HPV from, my ex fiance WILFRED SHAWN KIRKALDY, I was initially diagnosed in JANUARY 2008, I stopped having sex with WILFRED SHAWN KIRKALDY, about 6 months prior to this in JUNE 2007.

I had been with WILFRED SHAWN KIRKALDY from 2002 to JUNE 2007 and only had 1 sexual partner prior to him.

The 3rd sexual partner I had was KIRK DOLPHY, who I started having sex with right after I ended my relationship with WILFRED.

So for about 6 months prior to my HPV diagnosis, I was having sex with KIRK DOLPHY (who coincidentally was a NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION employee at the time when I met him back in JUNE 2007 and when I eventually went to work there in 2014).

So, the only thing I know for sure is that I was diagnosed with HPV in JANUARY 2008 and that I had already had 3 sexual partners by then, so technically it could be anyone of those 3 people, which includes my 1st sexual partner (who I will never name because frankly I don't think he has anything to do with instigating this harassment against me), my 2nd sexual partner WILFRED SHAWN KIRKALDY and my 3rd sexual partner KIRK DOLPHY.

I believe a couple of sexual partners I had after my diagnosis have something to do with the instigation of this HARASSMENT, as well or maybe primarily, one is my 5th sexual partner DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON, the 6th sexual partner is a LATINO by the name of LUIS MARTINEZ.

If it wasn't 1 or more of these past sexual partners I have named it is associates of theirs, harassing me as some kind of a stan for those individuals

(see previous posts for details regarding my total of 6 sexual partners I have had over the course of my life)

Based on some other factors along with timing of diagnosis I really think I contracted HPV from WILFRED SHAWN KIRKALDY.

I told WILFRED SHAWN KIRKALDY about my diagnosis in SUMMER 2008.

WILFRED SHAWN KIRKALDY also has strong ties to NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION, he works in the school system, also he was a star athlete growing up in the NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION system, also worked for the NATIONAL BASKETBALL ASSOCIATION (NBA), which probably had some dealings with NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION.

WILFRED SHAWN KIRKALDY, KIRK DOLPHY, & DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON, all have ties to NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION, through employment and / or sports (BASKETBALL SPECIFICALLY for WILFRED SHAWN KIRKALDY & DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON).

Each of these men also are of JAMAICAN DESCENT, known to be an EXTREMELY MISOGYNISTIC CULTURE certainly capable and willing of doing this to a woman for this reason.

So back to STREET THEATER activities that occurred today with my SISTER / STALKER

My SISTER / STALKER scheduled a doctors appointment (AT THE SAME HOSPITAL MY FORMER GYN WAS AFFILIATED WITH and on the same day my GYN had annual appointments, today, WEDNESDAYS) some days ago that is way too early, requiring me to get up much earlier than I need to be up even though I have told her in the past not to schedule appointments earlier than 11 AM.

This is close to the time relative has regularly scheduled appointments multiple days a week. On these days my relatives SCHEDULED TRANSPORTATION TIME IS 10:10 AM, today it is 8:30 AM, transportation times should never be earlier than this unless its like a surgical procedure where operating rooms have to be scheduled making time slots are a bit more limited.

A regular ass appointment, the patient decides day and time, not the doctor.

I have to do a lot to prepare this relative, they can't really do much of anything on their own. I have to prepare their meals, get them their medicine, bathe them, clothe them, transport them from bed to wheelchair with the use of a Hoyer Lift.

Because of this, I would prefer any kind of appointment where the relative has to leave the house not be that early.

Most reasonable people would feel the same, but when you are being HARASSED / GASLIGHTED by a STALKER, my SISTER and a relative who doesn't know what is going on and is not very bright and lets my SISTER do whatever she wants regarding things then I have to deal with nonsensical bullshit all too frequently.

SISTER / STALKER and relative RETURNED SOMETIME BETWEEN 12:30 and 1:00 PM. SISTER / STALKER knocked on my door with no response.

I told my relative I don't talk to my SISTER / STALKER, she also knows I don't talk to her anymore therefore she knows there is no reason to knock on my door disturbing me.

I don't have to do ish while SISTER / STALKER is here.

SISTER / STALKER is one who showed me how to use Hoyer Lift so she can move relative from wheelchair to bed herself.

SISTER / STALKER just knocked did not say anything in response to me asking wth she wants, so I kept my door closed and stayed in my room.

My door had propped open at some point so I went outside to see what was going on around 1:23 PM.

Asked relative if SISTER / STALKER and her son left because they did not appear to be in the apartment. Relative stated SISTER / STALKER and her son left the apartment to get some food.

Apparently SISTER / STALKER knocked on my door so that I could put relative in bed, however she did not say anything and I went on about my business because I told relative before they left for appointment this morning since SISTER / STALKER and her son were coming back to the apartment SISTER / STALKER can put relative in bed because I don't want to look at / be around SISTER / STALKER and her son (THEY DISGUST ME and I HAVE LOST ALL RESPECT FOR THEM for the things they have done to me / the ORGANIZED GROUP STALKING & TARGETED COMMUNITY HARASSMENT they have engaged in)

So, unfortunately, if SISTER / STALKER does not place relative in bed they will have to sit in wheelchair until they leave, which is exactly what happened.

SISTER / STALKER and her son went to the store, came back at 1:24 PM, about a minute after I came out of my room. I heard the key in the door and went back into my bedroom so as not to lay eyes on them, left relative in wheelchair, they stayed there until I came out of my room around 5 or 6 PM.

Again, My SISTER / STALKER is the one who initially showed me how to use the Hoyer Lift so she is proficient in its use. She can place relative in the bed herself. SISTER / STALKER let relative sit in wheelchair and did not place them in the bed.

So back to my VAGINA and the HARASSMENT regarding the smell, my HPV, my MENSTRUAL CYCLE, YEAST INFECTION, etc.

My harassment regarding my VAGINA involves all negativity, either smells like FISH or GARBAGE or both according to the HARASSMENT, also constantly referencing HPV and YEAST INFECTION (associated with CHEESE, FISH, and BREAD and other things, using these and other urban derogatory terms to reference the status and smell of my vagina.

MY PERIOD STARTED TODAY, so that is why all this STREET THEATER is happening.

My SISTER / STALKER went to McDonalds to purchase a FILET-O-FISH WITH CHEESE sandwich for my relative, which they never get.

My relative normally gets a BIG MAC.

This was done intentionally to HARASS ME because MY PERIOD STARTED TODAY.

Again reference to my PERIOD, VAGINA SMELLING LIKE GARBAGE / FISH.

Attached is a video taken by me on NOVEMBER 29, 2019, at about 8:30 AM. The time stamp on the bottom right of the screen is an hour ahead because I had not updated time for DST.

Next to a garbage lot for business (a supermarket if I recall correctly):

The grafitti written on the wall was, "✓ PUSSY" (.03 to .06) and "coincidentally" parked right at the curb was a SANITATION TRUCK.

I walked this route every morning to the train station when I was living in MIDWOOD, BROOOKLYN, (I lived within walking distance from my SISTER / STALKER from MAY 2018 to APRIL 2021).

So, I had been passing by this same wall for more than a year during my morning commute to work and did not see this.

Then in 2019, when I took this video this was like right after it appeared, probably a day or so afterward. I had been walking this same route to the train station for work since I moved to MIDWOOD in MAY 2018.

To me this is obviously a reference to going to GYN, me having HPV, but from a particular persons point of view because of the crude language used.

The only man that I have been with sexually who used the word "PUSSY" freely in conversation, not during sex or anything like that but regular ass conversation was DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON

(see previous posts for receipts, his quote was "I love PUSSY" or something pretty much close to this effect)

DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON has been frequently referenced throughout my HARASSMENT since the beginning while I was employed at NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION, where the HARASSMENT began.

Additionally, this graffiti showed up in the month of NOVEMBER, which I am sure is no coincidence as NOVEMBER is the birth month of myself and DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON, we share the same birth date, different year.

Also, when you make an appointment with most doctors, at least with my former GYN, they always ask you what your DATE OF BIRTH is.

This graffitti along with other harassment I had been experiencing while employed at NYC DEPARTMENT OF CONSUMER AFFAIRS made me become aware that my USED DISPOSABLE MENSTRUAL PADS were being extracted from my garbage, not sure if it was from work, home, or both, but after that I stopped using DISPOSABLE MENSTRUAL PADS and began using REUSABLE MENSTRUAL PADS, which these STALKERS eventually went on to actually steal some of my REUSABLE MENSTRUAL PADS (4 of them to be exact) out of the LAUNDROMAT while they were in the dryer, I stepped out of the LAUNDROMAT to purchase CHINESE TAKEOUT.

They did not take all of them (They came in packs of 4, I had 12 or 16 of them at the time) so I did not notice until I got home to put away my dry clothes and hang up any wet / damn clothes that the 4 REUSABLE MENSTRUAL PADS were missing.

I backtracked and figured they must have stole them while I stepped out for those few minutes to get the CHINESE TAKEOUT because other than that my clothes were in my view the remainder of the time.

In addition to the HATE CRIME element to the ongoing stalking and harassment there is a RELIGIOUS Zealotry / Nuttery / Judgmental / FUNDAMENTALISM / EXTREMISM element to my daily harassment as I am being harassed by mostly MUSLIM and LATINO people.

Based on facts / my observation, I would estimate that 9 out of 10 people harassing me on a daily basis are MUSLIM or LATINO, with MUSLIMS ranking number 1 (the majority being MEN and BOYS), MUSLIMS who appear to be from MIDDLE EASTERN / ARAB countries and countries on the ASIAN continent, such as BANGLADESH and PAKISTAN where the majority of the demographic is MUSLIM).

I am STALKED and HARASSED by WOMEN and GIRLS as well (again mostly MUSLIM.and LATINO, however in lower numbers, seems to be a HARASSMENT CAMPAIGN led by MEN and BOYS, with their female counterparts ,associates, family members, etc assisting. All of the tenants in my apartment building are involved in HARASSING ME DAILY mostly with NOISE HARASSMENT / SLEEP DEPRIVATION especially the 3 apartments surrounding my apartment.

2 of the apartments are occupied by MUSLIM TENANTS and the 3rd apartment is occupied by LATINO TENANTS.

The 3 tenants surrounding my apartment engage in DAILY NOISE HARASSMENT for obvious reasons, since our apartments share multiple walls they are the logical choice to engage in a daily NOISE HARASSMENT / SLEEP DEPRIVATION campaign because they have direct access to bang / pound / stomp / scratch on walls and ceilings (I live on the first floor), etc.

In order for them to do the realtime harassment, they have to also have VISUAL and / or AUDIO access to my RESIDENCE, as well as access to my PERSONAL INTERNET / DEVICES.

These GROUP STALKERS / ABUSERS / HARASSERS / DOMESTIC TERRORISTS HAVE BEEN HARASSING ME SINCE SUMMER 2016 TO FORCE ME OUT OF THE COMMUNITY (for no legitimate reason).

A community I have been part of SINCE 1976 (nearing 47 YEARS). I NEVER HAD ISSUES WITH INDIVIDUALS OR GROUPS OF INDIVIDUALS FOR THE ALMOST 40 YEARS I was part of this community when the TARGETED COMMUNITY HARASSMENT began SUMMER 2016 after being subjected to WORKPLACE MOBBING AT NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION (BEGINNING IN 2015), where I had to quit from in APRIL 2016.

After I quit (AS A RESULT OF THIS HARASSMENT / EMOTIONAL ABUSE / WORKPLACE MOBBING at NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION) IN APRIL 2016 AND REPORTING THIS TO NYS DEPARTMENT OF LABOR IN APRIL / MAY 2016, I BEGIN BEING HARASSED in my neighborhood in ASTORIA, NY, a community I had been part of for 40 YEARS at that point.

ASTORIA, NY IS A COMMUNITY I HAVE BEEN PART OF SINCE 1976 (DRAMA and CONFLICT FREE and IN A GENERAL STATE OF PEACE, TRANQUILITY and SAFETY).

SUMMER 2016 - ASTORIA, NY - TARGETED COMMUNITY HARASSMENT BEGINS

(I noticed it was mostly MUSLIM people harassing me)

Due to UNPROVOKED and UNWARRANTED HATE, RACISM, MISOGYNY and RELIGIOUS EXTREMISM, brought on by ILLEGAL ACCESS to and LEAKING OF PRIVATE, PERSONAL, CONFIDENTIAL INFORMATION and a CHARACTER ASSASSINATION / SLANDER / RUMOR / GOSSIP MILL / SMEAR CAMPAIGN waged against me by NYC GOVERNMENT agency STAFF MEMBERS while I was employed at NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION from 2014 to 2016 I began being harassed in my neighborhood in ASTORIA, NY and other places I would travel to (in and outside) of NYC in SUMMER 2016.