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imtryingbuck · 1 year ago

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Divorce Always Comes With A Price.

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky confesses to having an affair and wants a divorce

Word count: 1023

Warnings: Angst. That’s all.

A/N: there’s going to be a second part.

Masterlist

Part 2

The skies start to turn dark even with the sun shining brightly, if you didn’t know any better, you’d think it was forewarning for what’s to come.

Taking a deep breath, you look up at the sky to see the birds flying freely with no care in the world. Looking around there’s two paramedics sitting in the van waiting for another call to come through, seeing two young new parents with their bundle of joy waiting for a car to pull up. You smile. Then your pushed to the side. A man in a suit on his phone talking rather loudly about how long he had to wait to be seen. You still smile. That’s when your phone goes off and you see the notification that your Uber has arrived.

Marty your driver talks about his wife and three children with so much passion and love you just simply can’t wipe the smile off your face. When it’s time to depart you tip him twice the charge and wish him all the best. Walking into the lobby of the huge building, smiling at everyone you come across. With the news that the doctors told you, you just can’t stop appreciating everything and everyone. Stepping out of the elevator your heart soars seeing your family gathered around.

Bucky shoots straight to his feet and before you can say anything he hands you a folder.

Not looking at you he speaks in a voice you can only describe as detached “I want a divorce I need you to sign these. I’ve been having an affair for the past 4 months and I love her”.

The smile you’ve been wearing drops along with your heart. The air is cut off. The room is spinning. Your world has ended. Trying so hard not to strutter which fails as you ask “y-y-um you l-lo-ve her?”

This man who’ve been your husband for the past two years boyfriend of three, the man who promised to spend the rest of his life with you, is same man that can’t even look you in the eyes as he breaks your heart in to smithereens. He nods. With your his families eyes on you, you do the same. With a shaky hand you take the pen out of James’s outstretched one. With a stuttering breath you sign your name.

You dare yourself to take one last look at his handsome face before you fall backwards and walk out, no one utters a single word. It feels like time stands still as you wait for the elevator doors to open.

It’s only once you’re outside you realise there’s tears pouring out of your eyes. How long they have been falling is unknown to you. You have no idea how long you’ve been standing still like a statue in front of the building doors. It’s only when you hear the mighty rumble up above you take notice of the rain, its only then you take a step forward then the next and the next. You don’t even realise you’ve walked all the way back to your home drenched head to toe and shivering but you barely flinch.

How you’ve done it is lost on you but you’ve packed all your things up. This isn’t your home, it’s Bucky’s he brought it. Your best friends at the door helping you get everything out, he brings you into a tight hug whispering ‘everything going to be ok’ it’s not. And you’re the only one who knows it.

It’s been a month since that day, and it’ll be the first time today that you’ll be seeing him again. Staying with Matt for the past four weeks has been okay, you just wish you could wake up from this nightmare and be at home with your husband. Not your husband idiot, he’s with someone else now. He’s divorcing you to be with her. He loves her not you. Idiot. Wishing the voices in your head would leave you just like your husband did.

He still looks the same, still smells the same. Still not looking in your direction which you’re grateful for, if he did you’d break down in a fit of tears.

“—I don’t want anything in the divorce, he can keep the house the money, everything. I will have no use for that stuff” you speak in a soft way. And with that it’s done. You’re no longer Y/N Barnes, you’re no longer married to James Buchanan Barnes. You take your leave as fast as you possibly can. You can’t bear to spend another minute around him. As you begin to walk down the corridor with Matt and Foggy on either side of you, you seem them. The people that were your family sitting there on the benches waiting for your now ex-husband, they all bore sad expressions but it’s not them you pay attention to no it’s the brunette-haired woman you’ve never seen before. She’s gorgeous. You take a wild guess and assume she’s the woman Bucky had an affair with. Your heart breaks. But you can see why he loves her. Your feet start to slow down on their own accord Matt notices so ever so gently he grabs your hand and gives a small smile.

Getting back to the apartment where you’ve been staying with Matt you finally let the floodgates open and you make no effort at all to make them stop. Matt stands there not knowing what to say or do, nothing he can say will make this pain go away. So he does the same thing he’s done for the past month, he holds you, he holds you so tightly hating the universe for doing this to such a beautiful, incredible loving person. Hating James for causing you grief, hating the other woman even though he doesn’t know her, hating the all mighty avengers for not doing anything for you. Hating how even with the pain and turmoil you’ve been feeling this past month you can’t find it in yourself to hate the person who’s done this to you. He continues to hold you long after you pass out.

~ banners credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

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tetheredfeathers · 8 months ago

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Beach scene.

"I do," I say. "I need you." He looks upset, takes a deep breath as if to begin a long argument, and that's no good, no good at all, because he'll start going on about Prim and my mother and everything and I'll just get confused. So before he can talk, I stop his lips with a kiss.

I feel that thing again. The thing I only felt once before. In the cave last year, when I was trying to get Haymitch to send us food. I kissed Peeta about a thousand times during those Games and after. But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down. This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us.

My hands cup either side of his face, his stubble feels rough against my smooth hands. My cold lips envelop his impossibly warm ones, my hands make their way around the nape of his neck, and a sudden desire to pull on his golden curls overtakes me. A certain urgency invades my senses. I lose comprehension of reality and the gravity of the situation we are in.

His hands come around my shoulders to caress me, I think, until he pushes me away. My face surges with embarrassment. In what world would Peeta refuse my kisses? Is he out of his mind?

"Katn-iss, lo-ve, listen," he attempts to speak as I slither my hands down his waist, lifting the hem of his undershirt. "Yo-u're the one w-ho should—"

My heart races as his swollen lips form the word "love." Is he saying this for the audience, or does he really want to call me love? I am his love, aren't I? I think of a world where Peeta would come home from work every day and say, "Love, I'm home." Oh, how I would long for him all day, both our faces lighting up brighter than every star collected as we make our way to each other.

"Don't 'love' me," I spit, fuming at his selflessness. How dare he try to sacrifice himself for me? How dare he think I could survive one day on this earth without him? How dare he not realize how much I need him? My body heaves with anger and passion, lighting an ethereal flame as I engulf his lips once again. I lose all restraint, one hand aggressively tugging at his blonde locks and the other swiftly removing his shirt. I absorb his words with my mouth, sliding my tongue across his upper lip. A breathy sigh escapes from his mouth, sending shooting stars into my head. He finally gives in and unlatches his lips, allowing my tongue to enter. His tongue is no competition for mine; I push him over and explore his mouth with unearthly desire.

In the caressing silence that follows, I find myself on top of him, straddling his lap. I grind my hips against him, breathing out his name as I feel his arousal against my core. His burning chest heaves harder against me as he peppers my neck with kisses, working his way to my ear. Overwhelmed with desire to become one with him, every inch of my body buzzes with electricity. A peculiar place in my body pulsates with energy, only slightly relieved when my hips grind against him. I want every inch of his body enveloping mine, covering me and holding me ever so tightly.

The rough pads of his fingers brush ever so slightly against my breasts, making me arch my back against him. He smirks mischievously against my collarbone, proud of the reaction he is able to elicit just through a slight brush. Oh two can plan the game, Mellark. Just you wait.

I glide my nails over his back, finally resting my hands on his hips, pulling him ardently against that spot that's begging for relief. His hips buck aginst mine as my mouth lays wet, open mouthed kisses all over his golden neck; Our moans chorus through the dead of the night as the breeze envelops our tangled silhouettes.

His stocky build flushes against my soft curves, reminding me of all those nights on the train. Why hadn't I tried this sooner? Why hadn't I realized that he is the only boy I really need? Why hadn't I understood that I physically cannot survive without him?

What if this could be it? What if one day I could take Peeta to the meadow behind my old house with miniature versions of ourselves? A small girl with black hair, blue eyes, and a little boy with blonde hair, grey eyes. Somehow under the hot, pink sky and the gritty sand digging underneath our feet, I imagine a world where my beautiful my boy with the bread could be a father.

The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.

It's the first crack of the lightning storm - the bolt hitting the tree at midnight - that brings us to our senses. It rouses Finnick as well. He sits up with a sharp cry. I see his fingers digging into the sand as he reassures himself that whatever nightmare he inhabited wasn't real.

#peeta mellark #everlark #katniss everdeen #the hunger games #peeta supremacy #everlark fanfiction #the hunger games peeta #everlark smut #everlark fanart #lovely drawing by gremlin draws #love her work so much #not my art #katniss and peeta #katniss x peeta #catching fire #feather writes

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nelo0wesker · 3 months ago

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Who is she? Part 3

Part 1, part 2

Armando x reader

@violetmuses @nobodygetsza @onlyrealjoy @yeahnohoneybye

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Y/N smiles watching kids play at the cookout. She was watching Mike and Marcus argue with each other about being on the grill. She turns her head seeing team AMMO talking with her now fiancé Armando Aretas. Reggie was also in their conversation talking about who knows what. She wasn’t close enough to hear but she could guess what they were talking about.

She turns her head seeing Theresa, Megan, and Christine setting the table and talking to each other. Y/N eyes move past them to look in the distance and her heart drops seeing a figure getting out of the car. She recognized the man. The man just happened to be her father's best friend. She watches the man pull out a baggy and put it in the trash looking her dead in the eyes. The man after putting the baggy in the trash goes back into the car and gets in driving away.

Y/N's breathing picks up watching the car drive away but her focus is on the trash can. She gulps trying to regulate her breathing but nothing is working. Her hands grip onto the wooden table she sits at. She could hear her heart pounding as she kept looking at that trash can. Her ears are ringing. She felt herself becoming dizzy and nauseous.

Armando chuckles hearing Dorn talk about his latest case he and Kelly did together when he turns to you and stops smiling seeing you. He immediately goes to you, seeing you struggling. “Y/N,” he says getting to you. “Cariño, qué pasa?” He questions and then pauses seeing you having a panic attack. “Breath in and breathe out,” Armando tells her watching as her eyes start to focus on the surroundings.

“Dime lo que ves?” He tells her watching as her breathing calms down as she looks around. “Hierba, mesas, Mike, Marcus,… Tú” she says, calming down and leans into him. He kisses her forehead wondering what the fuck happened when he wasn’t paying attention to you. He looks at your face and pauses seeing you're not looking at him but at the trash can at the edge of the park.

“I’ll be right back mami,” he tells her and goes to his father and uncle. “Y/N just had a panic attack… I don’t know why she had it but something or someone triggered it.” Armando tells them side eyeing you to make sure you don’t go into a panic attack again but all he sees is you looking at that trash can. Mike turns to look at his soon-to-be daughter-in-law. He looks over to where your gaze is. His eyes furrow seeing the trash can. “Distract her Armando I’ll go see what’s in that trash can,” he told his son walking towards it.

Armando goes back to you to distract you from what Mike is doing or to look away from the trash can. He grabs water and gives it to you so you can drink it. He kisses your forehead watching his father pull out a bag. He looks at the bag closely and his eyes widen seeing a symbol on the bag. When Y/N tried to look in the direction of the trash can, Armando immediately took her attention away from where she was about to look.

Mike, seeing Armando look quickly, hid the bag so Y/N didn’t see him holding it. Mike went behind Armando grabbing his son's leather jacket that he set on the table and hid the bag under it making sure Y/N didn’t see. “Y/N go help Theresa, Megan, and Christine,” Armando tells her kissing her forehead as she gets up and leaves the father-and-son duo.

“What’s that symbol on that bag? And why does it have Y/N freaked out?” Mike questions his son. Armando looks at his father and then moves his leather jacket up to reveal just the symbol after making sure you couldn’t see it. “It’s the mafia symbol,” he tells him, and Mike curses. “Thought the mafia didn’t want anything to do with her anymore,” Mike tells him. “True… but it’s cause they thought she was dead this whole time. When Ivan shot her while we were in that burning warehouse. It was made to believe I left her there and she died in the fire. The mafia must have figured out she was alive when she got kidnapped” Armando tells him.

Mike looks at his son and then his soon-to-be daughter-in-law. “They could have known she was alive. Maybe just waiting for the right moment. Could have known when you were arrested.” Mike told him. “Impossible I made sure Y/N wasn’t retractable. She wasn’t even part of the plan. Didn’t even meet my mother yet…” he whispers. “The only person that could of known Y/N was alive is Ivan”

Mike pauses hearing that. “Ivan?! Isn’t Ivan the same one that shot her?”. Armando nods his head “Ivan was ordered to kill her but he didn’t. Ivan has a better aim than that. If he wanted her dead Y/N would be dead. Most likely her other siblings want her dead but we don’t talk about them. It’s the fact that her father wanted her dead. Who knows how many he killed that were his kids? Y/N hasn’t told me how some of her siblings died but I believe it was by that man. It isn’t a coincidence that a girl accidentally put herself on fire. Especially in the mafia…” Armando revealed to his father.

“What do you mean put herself on fire?” Mike questioned. “That’s what I mean.. Carmen put herself on fire. Y/N sister. Well, that’s how everyone heard but people know that isn’t true. of that bastard kids are dead. Y/N was next… thank god I was able to save her in time” he whispers and looks at the bag.

Armando goes and opens the bag. He stops just seeing a phone. He grabs it and turns it over to look at the screen. The wallpaper of the phone was two little kids and a teen. One of the kids looked like a younger version of Y/N. The other kid looked like Ivan. Mike looks at the screen as well wondering who the teen was. “Who’s the teen?” Mike questions. Armando shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. I think one of Y/N siblings” he tells his father and Mike nods his head.

Armando goes to open it but it needs a password. “Fuck” he curses and looks over in your direction seeing you distracted by Christine, Theresa, and Megan. He turns his head to hear footsteps coming towards them and sees Dorn, Kelly, and Rita. Reggie had gone to go to his wife and help out. “What y'all got there?” Dorn questions seeing the bag and a phone. Rita raises her eyebrow as Mike looks behind him, seeing you laughing at what Christine said. He turns back to the group and whispers “Mafia”. Kelly’s eyes widened hearing what he said and looked at the contents. “How do you know?” Rita asks him.

“The symbol is a dead giveaway of the Spanish mob,” Armando tells her. “The wallpaper of this phone relates to Y/N. Has a picture of her younger ". Rita looks at the phone screen and sees the similarities of the young girl to Y/N. She looked at the other boy and the teen. “Who’s the other two?” She questions. “The teen I’m not sure but the child is definitely Ivan. He’s the only one in her family that’s close to age and looks alike.”

Dorn looks at the screen. “Can you open it?” He questions. “No, it's locked. Need a password and Y/N most likely knows it” the Latino male says, closing the phone and putting it in his pocket. “I can unlock it,” Dorn tells him and Armando nods his head at him. “We'll do it later. Something is on this phone”

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It is now night. Y/N stayed over at Mike and Christine's house while Mike and Armando went over to Dorn and Kelly’s place. In the company of Marcus. The three walk into the place as Armando hands Dorn the phone. Dorn takes the phone and hooks it up to his computer and starts typing to figure out the password.

It didn’t take long but he got the password but it ended up triggering a video to pop up. Multiple of them. “Hey guys… you might wanna look at this” he tells everyone.

Armando, Mike, Marcus, Kelly, and Rita looked at the screen as the video played revealing a little girl and a boy. Younger versions of Y/N and Ivan. The video was outdated because of how old it was but it was fine. They could still make out what was happening in the video.

Armando's eyes widen seeing how your father was revealed to have shot the teenager later known as Gael in the head for arguing with his father. Another video pops up of a teenage version of Carmen. Gasoline was poured on her while she screamed at her father in Spanish.

“¡Pap��, papá, por favor, perdóname! ¡Por favor, no lo hagas!-“ she screams as her father lights a match and burns her ablaze. The background of the room revealed a young you watching with little to no emotion. Ivan also has the same look. You two have the most emotionless stare.

“This guy is an asshole,” Marcus says, getting pissed off. “That’s her father,” Armando tells them. “That’s her daddy?!” Marcus says shocked. “If I ever see him I’m beating his ass,” Marcus tells him watching the video and hearing the screams of Carmen still going off. “Joining you on that,” Mike says watching your father turn to you. Couldn’t make out what he was saying but it had you scared so it was clearly a threat.

More videos were played. The training, the abuse, the manipulation. It showed it all. “Father of the year,” Dorn says sarcastically. Watching the videos play and then come to a stop. “These videos can be used against him,” Rita tells them. “Even if we used these videos. Spain wouldn’t be arresting him… he practically owns Spain” Armando tells them. “His influence is everywhere in Spain. He’ll get out immediately”. “Great,” Mike says. “No matter what he does or says in Spain. He’s a hero to the people… like Benito in Mexico” Armando whispers.

Mike sighs hearing that. “Asshole” and looks at the phone. “Why leave the phone for Y/N?” Mike questions. He thinks for a minute until Armando speaks. “Her father wants her to talk to him”. Dorn looks at them and then looks at the call list. “There’s no number,” he tells them. “Doesn’t matter. She knows his number so he expects to talk to her,” Armando tells them. His head turns around hearing a noise and stops seeing you.

“Y/N nena, ¿por qué estás aquí?” He asks her confused getting up and goes to her as Dorn quickly removes the videos so you don’t see them. Y/N watches her fiance come up to her. She gives a small smile. “I know what y'all been doing,” she tells them. Mike and Marcus wince upon hearing that and look away. Armando winces he knew he shouldn’t have hid what he was doing from you.

Y/N sighs going up to the computer as Armando follows her. She grabs the phone and immediately unlocks it knowing the code. She pauses seeing the background of her, Ivan, and Gael. “This is Gael,” she says referring to the teen. “He was the first to be killed. Me and my father never had a good relationship” she whispers and goes to call him. She puts in her father's number which she knows by heart.

She hears the phone ring and then the call starts. “Papa…” she says as there’s a silence. “Hija..” her father says over the phone. “¿Por qué?” She questions him. Her father took a minute to answer. “Eras indómito, rebelde, frío. No podía controlarte a ti ni a Iván. Así que elegí deshacerme de uno. Se suponía que México iba a ser tu último viaje... pero ese chico te salvó. Se suponía que ibas a morir.” He tells her and Armando's eyes harden hearing your father's words. “Te entrené para ser un asesino. Para no desobedecerme, pero lo hiciste.”

Y/N looks at the phone. “No, me has entrenado. Dejaste que las demás hicieran eso. Lo hice todo por ti. ¡¿Hice lo que me dijeron y luego tratas de que me maten?! Era leal. ¡Hice las incursiones, los asesinatos, el trato, maté a todos los que estaban en esa lista de éxitos!” She says angrily. “No mataste a todos por mí. Ese prometido tuyo que quería muerto. Quería a Armando Aretas muerto”

Mike took the phone. “You ain’t killing my son! I am glad that she is no longer in your control. I can’t say anything else about your other children but I feel bad for them being raised by a monster like you.” A laugh comes from the phone. “Mike Lowrey. You think you can save your son and my daughter from me?!” He says in his Spanish accent. “I can ruin Y/N's life by sending what she’s done to your government”. Mike looks at the phone hard. “You’ll really try and ruin your daughter's life. Your crimes are worse than hers!” Mike tells him pissed. He’ll make sure that your father won’t touch you or Armando.

“I will do it. I can have every gang come and try to kill her. Putting a bounty on her head isn’t hard Detective. A lot of people want her dead. The Italians, Russians, etc. she done them wrong. May be from my orders but she still assassinates members of our rivals. Once they figure out the mafia wants her dead and put a bounty over her head. It’s over” he reveals to Mike. Mike's hand tightens over the phone. “You wouldn’t dare,” Mike tells him. “I already have” The call ended making Mike curse.

“Uh, guys!” Dorn says typing on his computer. A bounty of you shows. The bounty has a time limit. Worth 20 million right now but once that timer is gone the bounty would go up to 40 million. “DAMN!” Marcus says, looking at the screen and seeing the bounty. “I thought the bounty of us was crazy! But no, your daddy wants you dead Y/N.” Marcus says now looking at her.

Armando's fists tighten seeing the bounty that was placed on your head. His soon-to-be wife now life is in danger again. Y/N looks at the bounty with little to no emotion. “I need to get out of Miami,” she says about to leave but Mike gets in front of her. “No no, you're not leaving. We’ll get this sorted” he tells her and she just looks at him like he is crazy. “I need to leave before anyone gets killed! It’ll be a war zone if I stay.” Y/N tried to move to the side to leave but Armando grabbed her wrist. “I am not leaving you to fend for yourself. We are doing this together” he tells her and hugs her tightly.

She allows the hug closely her eyes breathing in Armando’s scent. Her eyes water as her hug tightens. She didn’t want to put anyone in danger. “Thank you” she whispers.

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Translation

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Tell me what you see”

“Grass, table, Mike, Marcus,…You.”

“Father father please forgive me! Please don’t!-“

“Y/N baby why are you here?”

“Father”

“Daughter”

“Why”

“You were untamed, Rebellious, cold. I couldn't control you or Ivan. So l chose to get rid of one.Mexico was supposed to be your last trip... but that boy saved you. You were supposed to die.”

“I trained you to be a killer. To not disobey me but you did.”

“You didn't train me. You left the others to do that. I did everything for you. I did what I was told and then you try and get me killed?! I was loyal. I did the raids, the kills, the dealing, killed everyone on that hit list!”

“You didn't kill everyone for me. That fiancé of yours I wanted dead. I wanted Armando Aretas dead”

#jacob scipio #armando aretas #bad boys #armando aretas x reader #mike lowrey #marcus burnett #my writing

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gothicflowers · 11 months ago

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Alejandro x Reader

“You speak Spanish?”

SFW Fluff

Warnings: Fluff

It was just a crush at first. I mean he’s tall, dark, handsome and a voice that will make your knees weak. You felt like a teen again blushing every time you were around him. It’s been six months since you stepped off that plane and were greeted by Alejandro. He quickly picked out an affectionate nickname for you. Unknowingly to you he loved seeing you blush whenever he called you it.

He admires your eyes, your laugh, the way you fidget with your clothes when he talks to you. But most of all how caring you were. You always checked in on everyone after missions. You had a way of speaking and showing love and compassion in everything you do. He wants to give you the world. He wants a necklace around your neck with both your names engraved. He realized it all when he found you lounging on the old couch in the garage wrapped up in his blanket reading book.

“What is that book your reading about”

“It’s a love story”

“You read love stories, I didn’t take you as a reader”

“Most people read to escape a reality to go to one they want to be in”

“Is that what you desire”

“What”

“Love, and romance. That is what you want.”

“I guess so”

“Do you not have that waiting for you at home”

“No, I don’t think there is a man who understands this job and could meet my needs who would be willing to love me. Do you have someone?”

“I have my family but not someone to come home to”

Being in tf141 made it almost impossible to have a relationship. How each of your teammates had spouses was something you couldn’t figure out. You had given up on dating or any idea of a future relationship. But over these past months you’ve grown extremely close with Ale. He would bring you books, small trinkets that reminded him of you. Flowers would randomly appear on your table whenever he got back from scouting. Always having your coffee made when you walked into the meeting room. Things that where small but so important to you.

The mission was done. A small celebration was held with everyone involved in the operation. The night was finally unwinding and most had turned into their beds for the night. But something had caught your attention. Alejandro’s office door was cracked open and his was talking to Rudy, you’re not one for ease dropping but you could play it off like you where going to grab something from your bed so why not listen in momentarily.

“Me he enamorado de ella pero no quiero alejarla. Ella es todo lo que quiero, todo lo que jamás podría soñar. No quiero que t/n se vaya sin que yo diga lo que tengo que decir.” (I have fallen in love with her but I won’t want to pull her away. She is everything I want, all I could ever dream of. I don’t want y/n to leave without me saying what I need to say) his voice was desperate and full for worry. It was clear in Rudy’s body language from what you could see that this wasn’t the first time Alejandro was talking about you this way.

Entonces ve y dile cómo te sientes hermano. (Then go and tell her brother) Rudy was practically begging and laughing at the same time for Ale to confess to you.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. He felt the same way about you. Slowly backing away from the door you practically skipped like a child to outside to your recent lounge spot. What do you do now?

It was well past midnight when you heard footsteps coming up from behind.

“Seen you out here so I thought maybe you’d like some company” Alejandro’s deep voice said.

“I always enjoy your company” you shyly say to him with your cheeks blush covered by the night sky.

He sat next to you on the bench for two. The crickets chirping and the breeze was a soothing silence. You needed to tell him, just get it off your chest. The mission was over. So if this conversation doesn’t go well you will be heading back to base in two days anyways and you could forget about him.

“You know all you have to do is ask”

“What do you mean mi amor” his eyes staring deep into yours.

“Pídeme que me quede contigo y lo haré. Te escuché hablar con Rudy y he estado tratando de encontrar una manera de decirte lo mismo” (Ask me to stay for you and I will. I overheard you talking with Rudy and I’ve been trying to find a way to tell you the same thing.)

Ale looked at you in shock. Partly in shock that you just said that all in fluent Spanish but that you’re asking him to take you.

A brief second of panic sets in when he continues to say nothing. Then his lips are crashing into yours. His lips are soft and are in perfect sync with your lips moving against his.

“Stay with me. We can build a life together.”

“I will stay for you Alejandro”

He pulled you in for another passionate kiss. After what felt like eternity you both pulled apart for air. Foreheads still touching. His eyes blown full of joy and love for you.

“You didn’t tell me you spoke Spanish”

“You asked if I knew enough to get by, not if I was fluent”

#alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas #cod #cod x reader #alejandro vargas x you #Alejandro Vargas x y/n #cod x you #flowerwrites

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hwasoup · 10 months ago

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Saw your requests open, and I wondered if you could write anything for a Latina spider reader with Miguel, just them talking Spanish to each other. It could be nsfw or sfw <3

omg Nonnie YESSSSS, im happy to write this :3

miguel can bend me over a desk if he spoke to me in spanish

18+

Minors DNI

Warnings: breeding kink, bunch of spanish, dom miguel, fingering, bent over the desk, teasing, slightly mean miguel if you squint, mild spanking, lots of begging, AFTERCARE, slightly rushed ending due to wanting to sleep

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It was another day at the spider society, Hobie was pranking someone, Lyla spilling tea to other spiders, Peter showing off pictures of Mayday, and missions being done and or completed...but something was just not right….

You recently just joined the society about a good six months ago, after your boss Miguel found you tied up in your own webs in your own universe. He ended up being your mentor and teammate in missions. After a while of being with him, the two of you eventually fell in love and became the spider society’s “it” couple, everyone knew that the two of you were dating.

You noticed that Miguel has been awfully quiet and hasn’t even budged from his office, so you decided to pay him a little visit. After you do arrive, you walk in to see Miguel just briefing a task force before they jump into a mission. You interrupt him with a smile “Oye Miguel, por que no estas gritando como usualmente lo haces ??” (hey miguel, why aren’t you yelling like usual) He looks at you and groans “ay por dios y/n, can’t you interrupt me when i'm not busy” he says

you giggle at his very stern look and you replied with a cheeky smile “awee come on Miguelll, I think they understand what the mission is about, right peters ?” The five peters nod in agreement. With a sigh Miguel dismisses them and puts his full focus on you. Once all the peters have left, he turns to you giving his full attention “Que quieres y/n, no ves que estoy ocupado” (what do you want, can't you see i'm busy ?) he says gruffly.

you smile and give him a quick kiss on his cheek that left him blushing “no, not really…how about if you get busy doing me ?” you say nonchalantly. Miguel whips his head quickly when hearing your words “mi amor…i- you can't just say that aloud ?” You smile again “awww why not, it’s just us two…in your office…” you say cheekily.

Miguel looks at you conflicted, he definitely wants to take up on your offer but he would die of embarrassment if Peter walked in with Mayday. But then again, who is he to deny his precious spider from a bit of intimacy

He then whispers “quieres que te coje chula ?”(You want me to fuck you, pretty ?) You blush at his words, the raspiness of each letter being pronounced, how his Spanish differs from yours due to being from different cultures, it made your insides stir “god yes migs…” he smirks and leans in giving you a tender kiss, after pulling away he looks at his traversal watch and mumbles “Lyla…lock my office for me…and make sure nobody gets in” Lyla locks everything as requested and Miguel goes back to kissing you. Miguel kissed you with his usual passion, his love and lust for you being spread throughout your body. He brings a hand down to your suit and using his claw rips a straight line from the valley between your breasts all the way down to where your heated core would be “so needy for me aren’t you mi vida” you shudder at his words wanting more “please miguel…no teasing”Miguel chuckles as he looks at you, he then suddenly picks you up and places you on his desk with your ass facing him.His calloused hands your ass, giving it a small spank to see the fat ripple. Using the tear that he made in your suit earlier he then grabs the seams by both sides and completely rips your suit off your body, his hands now gliding against your skin, feeling every inch of your body. “Mmm…que bonita…” (how pretty) he murmurs. Miguel then leans down and kisses your back, peppering it with soft kisses as he whispered how beautiful you look. His hands however were already prodding at your weeping core that ached for attention. “Que quieres mama, donde quieres que te toques?” ( what do you want mama, where do you want me to touch you?”) You grind your hips against his fingers to gain some friction against your clit. “Tocame aqui… touch my p-pussy… please” He smiles and whispers “good girl..” and finally rubs circles against your sensitive nub, he made sure that your pleasure was first and not his, even though his cock was straining against his suit just pleading to be released from its confinements. He eventually then uses another finger to bring to your aching hole and slips one right in. Your pretty moans practically egging him on to keep on going, he slowly starts to thrust his fingers and slips in a second one, his fingers scissoring and curling to find the sweet spot inside of you. “Mi-Miguel please… I.. just put it in…” you whine out. Then, MIguel plunges his fingers deeper and curls the tips of his fingers once more and finds the sweet gummy spot inside of you “No princesa…that's not how you ask me…say it properly…” (No princess) You blush and look down as your moaning and panting and whisper “please fuck me with your cock…” Miguel chuckles and grabs you by the hair and yanks you up for you to meet eye level with him “Louder” he says “Miguel please fuck me with your cock” you say “With pleasure” he says back. He then deactivates his suit revealing his toned muscular body and his hard cock that's leaking precum from the tip. You look at his throbbing member and think to yourself how delicious it would be to take him from your mouth, but at this moment you’re begging to be fucked. Miguel slaps his tip against your clit a little to remind you what's about to come and in one swift motion pushes his cock inside your pussy. “Cono, que chucha tan rica tienes” (fuck,such a delicious pussy) he groans out as he can feel your velvety walls squeeze against his cock.

His cock easily kissed your cervix as it bullied its way through inside of you, the friction between the two of you becoming more electrifying at each thrust and moan. His length stretches you out to fix him snugly. His balls slapped against your clit, making your knees buckle at the little bundle of nerves being touched. He brings a hand to one of your breasts to give them a squeeze as he hits you from behind, His fingers rolling against your nipple, pinching and flicking them to wring out even more moans from you “dios, y/n… me estas chupando, fuckkk.. so tight, its like you want me to fill you up with my cum” (you’re sucking me)

Your eyes have rolled back as you’re riddled with ecstasy, drool came down from your lips as you moaned, your hair is disheveled from all the action, and your words have now become incoherent. Your body shuddered and spasmed at each of his rough thrusts. Your pussy clenched at each word he said. Miguel watches your back arch to fit more of him in, the grin on his face not leaving for a moment. The smell of sex wafted through the room, the sensation between the two of you enhanced due to both of your spider abilities.

“Ay Miguel, Mig- Miguel…I’m close” you say. The squelching noises from your dripping pussy filling the room as Miguel thrusts “shh tranquila mi amor, just a bit more and then I'll let you cum” (calm down my love) You try to hold it in as much as you can, trying to meet up with Miguel’s release. Miguel then brings a hand to your stomach to push it down a little to add some pressure for you to feel his cock ramming inside of you. His mind going hazy as his thrusts become more erratic, his own need for release almost reaching its peak ”i bet you would look so good just filled with my cum, so full with my seed, fuck… imagine you pregnant carrying my child, round and full for me. Cum for me y/n…let me see you scream on my cock” he mumbles out into your ear. His words had you falling into a gutter, Your body finally reaching its sweet release as you scream and squirt all over his cock. Your glistening lips still wrapped around his cock sucking him inside. Miguel groans and with a final thrust cums deep inside of you, coating your walls with his hot cum. He pants heavily and chuckles while looking down at you noticing your sweaty skin and pinkish body from all of the heavy fucking you both did.

He then finally pulls out, his cock now slowly softening, his cum dripping out from your puffy cunt. You try slowly getting up, but fail due to how sore you are from all the sex “No te pares mi amor… let me handle it..” (don’t get up my love) he says. He then brings a towel and wipes you down quickly. He quickly turns to find his couch and opens it up into a futon and quickly carries you there. Since your body was practically pushed onto a hard wooden surface, he wanted you to lay on something soft. “Miggy…I could have just laid on the desk.” you say softly “No y/n… tu mereces mis caricias...”(you deserve my caressing) He wraps his burly arms around you and kisses your forehead, whispering sweet nothings into your ears.

Miguel made sure that Lyla would clear out his schedule for the rest of the day to simply just cuddle you.

annd there you have it, I'm sorry if the direct translation in English doesn't make sense. I mainly focused on the fluidity of both Spanish and Spanglish sentences.

Hope you enjoyed reading! :))

#miguel o’hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel ohara #miguel x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderverse #miguel smut

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spidybaby · 1 year ago

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Begin Again | part one

Summary: Secrets can't be held forever. Specifically, not the one you keep from him.

Warnings: cursing.

A/N: The dividers I'm using are from @cafekitsune All credits to them ❤️✨️

Part two

December 2025

"No, Pedro! No puedo calmarme, estas bromeando?" (No Pedro, I can't calm down, are you joking?) You were shouting at this point. "Estas bromeando?" You repeat.

"¡No! Joder, no estoy bromeando!" (No, Fuck, I'm not joking) his tone elevates as much as yours.

You cover your face with your hands, feeling the tears wetting them.

"Cuatro putos años, Pedro." (Four fucking years, Pedro.) You shout again. "No me vengas a decir estupideces, anoche me hablabas de casarnos y hoy te dio por olvidar todo eso?" (Don't fuck with me, yesterday we were talking about marriage and today you forgot about all of that?) You couldn't believe his words. "Me estas jodiendo, dime por favor que me estas jodiendo" (you're joking, please tell me you're joking).

He stayed silent, time passing as you only waited for him to start laughing and tell you he was pranking you.

"Amor," you took his face in your hands. "Por favor no hagas esto, tu y yo podemos con todo, lo hemos hecho siempre, Pedro, por favor" (Please don't do this, you and I will get over everything, we've done it before).

You were begging him in denial of the situation.

"Pepi, por favor."

His eyes were fixed on something. He was trying as hard as possible not to look at you. He knew if he did everything he just told you, it was going to be taken back.

He press his hands on your wrists and slowly took your hands away from his face.

"Lo siento," he whisper "lo siento pero no puedo." (I'm sorry I can't).

He let go of you, not looking once at your. Took his jacket and keys and walked to the front door. "Por favor, ve a Portofino, no lo dejes ir por mi, no valgo la pena. Haz tu vida y déjame atrás." (Please go to Portofino, don't let that go because of me, I'm not worthy. Live your own life and leave me behind).

You saw his car getting away from your house.

The tears never stopped. Your body was now on the floor, crying louder than before, the pain I your chest was growing stronger by the minute.

January 2026

"Bueno niña, todo listo y ordenado. Amo la vista por cierto." (Okay, girl, everything is done and ready. I love this view, by the way). Your brother Paulo says he's the one helping you with the moving.

You got an offer to be part of this big company in Portofino.

"Venga, cambia la cara, todo estará bien, me tienes a mi acá y Elena prometió venir a verte cada dos semanas, estas bien" (c'mon, don't act like that, everything will be fine, you have me here and Elena will visit you every two weeks). He pat you in the back, forcing you into a hug.

You accept the forced hug but only for a moment, after that you shove your brother away from you.

"Debería estar feliz." You say walking to the couch. "Pero no puedo estar feliz, Paulo. No sin él." (I should be happy, but I can't Pualo, not without him).

Your eyes water, you have everything you wanted, a big start, the job of your dreams, everything but him.

"No llores, por favor no de nuevo." Paulo runs to your side, hugging you while you cry. "Venga, vamos a dar una vuelta y tomar algunas fotos." (Don't cry, please not again. C'mon, let's go out and about and get you some good photos).

He dried your tears and pulled you out of the couch. Grabbing your purse on the way out to his car, you took out your phone and snapped a picture, sending it to Elena, your best friend.

Paulo took you to a rental of motorcycles, knowing you loved driving one around everytime you visited him.

You two spend the rest of the day laughing and having all the fun you could. You appreciate your brother help. He knew you needed to move on at your own time. A four year relationship was not a thing you left behind in a day.

"Para, deja te tomó una foto para tu insta" he indicates you how to pose for the picture, taking several. (Stop right there. Let me take a photo for your insta).

"Basta, ya son, suficiente," you laugh, getting off the motorcycle. "Igual solo subiré una." (Enough, they're enough, I'll only post one).

You both cheeked the pictures, and he airdrop them to you.

"Subí la foto y pone algo como "amando los nuevos comienzos", no crees?" (Post it and caption it with something like "I love new beginnings).

You laugh but did it.

(Sorry if the picture doesn't adapt to your features. I just use it as inspo. Also this is not portofino but imagine it is, love you)

February 2026

"Elena, apúrate por favor." You say as you touch up your makeup. (Elena, hurry up, please).

You were going to be her +1 at this event in London, Elena was became an influencer way back in the day when you were eighteen, she started posting for fun and suddenly it became a full time job.

A good one, she was always invited to fashion shows, she even did modeling campaigns for big brands. You were happy and thankful because you could borrow some trendi clothes.

"Relax, bebé" she says, coming out of the bathroom. "Tenemos aún como una hora para llegar, bájale" (we have an hour to get there, relax).

"Elena, ya viste la hora?" You say, looking at her with lifted eyebrows. (Did you see the time?).

She looks at her phone, eyes opening as you laugh.

"Okay, vamos c'mon, vamos todos al show, vamos a la obra en una sola maniobra." she sings the Dora the Explorer song, and you only laugh at her.

You make your way to the venue. It was this big event for Dior. They're showing their new makeup line and invite different type of social media presence.

The event was amazing. The Dior team was amazing and made everyone feel welcome. They even gave you a little souvenir.

You left a little earlier because Elena was done for the day, not feeling like socializing with other people but not wanting to be rude.

"Te sientes bien? Estás algo pálida, " Elena says, looking at you carefully. "Queres agua?" (Are you okay? You look pale, do you want some water?).

You were feeling kind of dizzy, but you didn't want to ruin the day with that.

"Toy' bien," you say, drinking from the bottle she opened for you. "Maybe it's the day being too hot." (I'm fine, maybe it's because of the weather, it's too hot).

She only nodded, leaving the conversation for later.

The car ride was rough. You felt to hot, too dizzy and too uncomfortable. But didn't say a word.

As Elena's driver parked in front of the hotel, she was the first to go out. "Sabes que quiero, un carpaccio de salmón." (I want some salmon carpaccio).

She was paying attention to her phone and didn't notice how you were struggling to even hold yourself on the car door.

The last thing you remember was Elena shouting your name and feeling a harsh pain in your head.

Waking up to a painful white light and with a headache was not the ideal thing.

"Ay Paulo, esta despertando." You can hear Elena's voice. (She's waking up).

"Paulo?" Is all you can ask, barely opening your eyes due to the light.

Elena noticed this and turned the switch off.

"Ya esta, relájate." She pushed you back on the bed. "Te golpeaste la cabeza, me asustaste." (It's okay, relax. You hit your head, you scared me).

"Joder, no sé que pasó." Your head is still pounding. "Dónde estamos?" (Fuck, I don't know what happened. Where are we?).

"En el hospital, lista." She says with that obvious tone. "Me diste el susto de mi vida." (At the hospital, dingbat. You scare the shit out of me).

"Paulo, donde esta mi hermano?" You ask remembering about hearing his name. (Where's my brother?).

"En portofino, lo llamé porque el hospital por protocolo lo debe llamar al ser tu contacto de emergencia." (In Portofino, I called him because the hospital did it).

You slowly nodded. Your eyes are open now, but you are still feeling a deep pain.

"No entiendo que paso, estabas bien al salir del evento." Elena was playing the whole event and day with you, trying to find an answer for your pass out. "Tal vez se te bajo el azúcar, esta horrible el calor afuera." (I don't know what happened. You were fine at the event. Maybe your sugar went low. It's pretty hot outside.)

Lucky for you, a doctor walked into the room, making her stop.

"Hi ladies, how are we feeling."

"How do you think?" Elena says and points at you.

"Well, I think that apart from the head, which you don't have any contusion, everything seems fine."

"But, this is not fine." Elena talks again, making the doctor laugh.

"Relax, please." He patts her shoulder. "Her iron went low. It's completely normal, with the weather being hell hot, it's nothing to worry about, I promise."

She nods, smiling shyly.

"And even better news for you miss." He's not talking to you. "You're very healthy, it's good. Let me call a nurse to make sure your little one is also fine."

Your head snaps up very fast. "What did you just say?"

"Oh, don't worry, it's a routine thing, we have to make sure mommy and baby are both fine before letting you leave."

You felt like passing out again. "Mommy and baby? You must have the wrong room, I'm not expecting." You're sitting now, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of your headache. "Elena, please tell him."

Elena is as shaken as you're. Being speechless was not a thing in her books, always having something to say at the right time.

"I" she tried but nothing is coming.

"Oh, okay. My bad, " the doctor began seeing your shock. "I didn't meant for you to find out like that, I'm sorry. I'll call the nurse and we can check."

"No!" You snapped. "You need to do another test or whatever I'm not pregnant, I can't be."

The air was reducing around you, feeling a pressure on your chest.

"Wow, no, ma'am, please, let's breathe slowly, I didn't mean for this, sorry." The poor doctor is now in alert mode.

"You, friend, please go out and call a nurse."

Elena does as she's told and goes out of the room.

"No, por favor," you're hyperventilating. "The tests are wrong. Run them again."

The doctor tries everything to calm you down, working a little bit.

Elena and a nurse enter the room. The woman has a machine with her.

"Venga, respira profundamente." Elena is calming you down now. The doctor focuses his attention on the machine.

"Can you open your dress for us, love?" The lovely nurse says. "Just a little on your tummy area will be fine."

Elena helps you with that. Thank goodness your dress was a corset type, and you could undone it upfront.

You calmed a little, the crying stopped, but your breathing still irregular.

"This is going to be cold, okay?" You nod at her words. "Okay, let's see here."

The gel was indeed cold, nothing too crazy for you to handle.

She's pressing the ultrasound thing on your stomach. Yours and Elena's eyes are fixed on the little screen.

"Here it is." She points. "Here's baby."

She's smiling, but you're not, mind blank.

"What about?" Elena starts, out of breath. "What about the heartbeat? Can we hear it?"

Pressing a button was enough for you to hear the little boom boom.

Your eyes water, you let yourself fall onto the hospital bed.

"Stop it." You cry. "Make it stop, please."

"Amiga" Elena tries but you're not having it.

"No, Elena! Stop it, please."

The nurse and doctor look at each other, and she cleans the gel off of you.

"Él tenía que estar aquí, conmigo." You can't stop your tears. "Yo no tendría porque estar sola, se suponia que ambos íbamos a enterarnos juntos, ambos íbamos a planear la sorpresa a los demás, ambos íbamos a hacerlo juntos" (He was supposed to be here with me, I'm not supposed to be here alone, we were supposed to find out together, we were going to plain the announcement, we were doing all of this together).

Elena's eyes are teary. She knows what you mean. She knows your pain.

"Me quiero ir, sácame de acá" (I want to go, take me out of here).

"Can we go?" Elena ask the nurse, who's at this point kind of scared to even talk.

The doctor gives her some indications for you to follow as well as a recipe for prenatal vitamins. Indicating her how to take them.

They both left, saying goodbye to you.

After calming down a little, still very shaken with the news.

Elena helps you as you make your way out of the hospital.

The silence was uncomfortable. You didn't know what to say, and she didn't want to trigger your cries again.

The only thing in your mind is him and all the what ifs.

"Vas a decirle?" Elena broke the silence. (You're telling him?).

You didn't even know your next step, afraid of everything. You only responded by moving your shoulders.

"Sabes que estoy aquí para ti, verdad?" (You know I'm here for you, right?).

You only nod. Just wishing you could wake up for this nightmare.

Lucky you, the driver pull up to the hotel. You exit the car as fast as possible, ignoring Elena calling your name.

You run to the elevator, not waiting for her, just wanting to dissappear on your room. Thankfully, you and Elena had separate rooms.

You slammed the door as you entered, throwing yourself in bed.

After a good hour or so without moving, just existing in bed, you grabbed your phone. Making the mistake of opening Twitter.

You stared at the screen, feeling empty.

Two months.

In two months he replaced you.

After all the "you're irreplaceable."

After four years.

"Okay."

August 2026

"Venga, que parece que cada que te veo estas más grande." Paulo and you are sitting on his couch, his hand on your belly. (C'mon, it looks like every time I see you, you're bigger).

"Paulo," you laugh. "Eso es porque cada vez va creciendo más. Duh." (That's because it's growing constantly).

He laughs as well.

Paulo got so excited when you told him the news.

He loves kids. He's the type of guy who you'll fall in love with just looking at him with a kid.

"El big boy esta cada vez más grande, eso me encanta." (Big boy is getting bigger by the day, I love it.)

"Big boy," you repeat, laughing. "Mami dice que no le gusta que le digas así." (Mom said she doesn't like it when you call him like that).

"A mi me gusta decirle así." (I like calling him that). You caress your belly. "Big boy."

You were thankful for all the support your family gives you.

They didn't judge you or repremend you when you told them the news. Your parents were excited, taking the first flight to Portofino, your brother cried, he was happy to be an uncle.

They even supported your decision of not telling Pedro about the pregnancy.

After the picture of him and that girl, you decided that if he had already moved on with his life, that was okay, but you were moving too, without him.

You blocked all the people from Tenerife and cut ties with all his friends from Barcelona. You even blocked his family from everything. Your brother did the same in support.

Your parents weren't posting or mentioning anything about your baby, not wanting to mention something to the wrong person, and have Pedro and his family find out.

"Te gusta esta foto?" Me la tomé el otro día y Elena quiere que la suba." (Do you like this picture? I took it the other day, and Elena is nagging me to post it). You showed him the picture.

He nods and motivate you to post it too.

So you did.

"Harás una sesión de fotos como mamá te sugirió?" (Are you doing a maternity photoshoot like mom asked you to?)

"No sé, creo que si." (I don't know, I think so).

August 2026

"Dame una sonrisa, mami." The photographer says.

Elena, your mom and you were at Mike Peralta, a big photographer. You mom wanted the best of the best for your maternity shoot.

After a while, you're done with the photos, kind of tired. Being seven months pregnant was making you tired all day.

"Oh mi amor, estas fotos están preciosas," your mom says as Mike shows her the photos. (Oh baby, this pictures are adorable).

You change into the clothes you bring.

Elena, as well as your mother, loved your photos.

"Hola a todos." (Hello, everyone).

A very happy and excited Paulo enters the room with different drinks.

"Un chai latte para Lena, una americano para mamá, un té sin azúcar para Mike, un frappe caramelo para mi y un frappe matcha para ti y para mi big boy." (A chai latte for Lena, a Black Americano for mamá, a tea without sugar for Mike, a Caramel Frappe for me and a matcha frappe for you and big boy). He says, giving each person their drink.

When he gets to you, he kisses your belly as he hands you the drink.

"Paulo, amor mío, ven a ver las fotos." (Paulo, my love, come see the pictures). Your mom dragged him to the computer.

After your mom paid, not letting you do it, you all went back to the house you have in Portugal.

You were thankful for all the opportunities your parents gave you. They worked really hard for you and Paulo to have a nice future.

Something that always made you laugh was that Pedro's fan girls used to say you were a gold digger. Even when you grew up with more money than him.

Having that stability helped you get away from him. Not having to get back to Tenerife to do all the things you were doing.

September 2026

"No puedo creer que este año tenga que ir sola a celebrar mi cumpleaños" (I can't believe that this year I have to celebrate my birthday alone). Elena says, after her birthday dinner, you were in Manchester, she wanted to celebrate there.

You were sad too, it was the first time in all your friendship you didn't celebrate together.

"Tomemos una foto, antes de que te vayas." (Let's take a picture before you leave).

"Estoy bien hinchada, le haces photoshop." (I'm so bloated, photoshop it).

You laugh extra hard.

"Lena, créeme que la única barriga que van a ver es la mía." (The only belly people will see is mine, trust me).

"Okay." She giggle as pose with you in front of the mirror.

Elena left for her party.

She was going to a new club that her boyfriend owned.

She loved parties, and her boyfriend had the perfect places for her to party.

As the night went, she wanted to take some pictures with her whole group. But before anything, she was going to retouch her makeup.

Making her way to the bathroom, she hit someone. Making that person throw the drink in their hand.

"Omg, I'm so sorry." She turned at one table stealing their napkins.

"Elena?"

Her eyes found that person eyes.

"Pedro."

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arisewanekosuki · 1 year ago

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You heard someone calling your name. When you turned around, you saw Kabukimono running towards you, he was wearing different clothes from his regular silky ones. Not only that but he and his clothes were very dirty. -“Kabu-chan?! What happened?!” you asked, already taking your handkerchief to scrub the dirt from his face. -“(Y/n)! Today Nagamasa-san teached me how to use sword! From now on I’ll be able to protect you and others!” Kabukimono looked so proud of himself, his face was adorned with big smile. “I still have to train everyday and I wanted to ask…” his cheeks became slightly red. “..Would you… would you come sometimes to watch my training?” He was avoiding eye contact with you and you couldn’t help but think how adorable he looked right now. -”Of course I will! Tomorrow, when I finish my work, I’ll came to watch you, alright?” You smiled to him, scrubbing the last dirt from his lovely face. The boy nodded, feeling very happy, he can’t really wait to impress you tomorrow. His smile grew wider and you couldn't help but think about kissing him on the cheek and you did. You kissed his right cheek and suddenly you realize what you did and took step back from him. -“I’m so sorry, Kabu-chan! I don’t know why I… Did I make you uncomfortable?” you asked, watching him as he placed his hand on cheek that you kissed. He never felt this way before but it wasn’t a bad feeling, no, he was feeling so warm inside. -“What was it?” he asked, he was surprised but at the same time he felt excitement. -“Um..that was a kiss-” -“Can you do that again?” you were shocked with his bold request but then smiled and kissed his another cheek, then forehead and then the nose. The puppet’s face blushed, it was his first time to feel being loved like that by another person.

The 6th Harbinger was lying on the lab table. You were terrified of what The Doctor did to his fellow comrade. -“I know this is not your job but clean this mess. I lost my last assistant and you..hm.. you don’t really have anything better to do anyway, right?” Dottore grinned. -“Lord Dottore but what should I do with-“ -“Just leave him be, his flesh and skin will regenerate itself.” With that said, the 2nd Harbinger left you with unconscious Scaramouche in the room. You do have work, there are still soldiers that you have to take care of, but you can’t refuse a Harbinger command, after all you’re just a healer. -“How cruel…” you only heard rumors of sick things the 2nd Harbinger have done to his assistants and agents but until now, you didn't truly believed the rumors. How can anyone treat living beings like this?! The first thing you did, was to take chains off from Scaramouche’s wrists, not caring about substance, that looked almost like blood on table and floor. Suddenly he grabbed your wrist, he was now looking at you. -“Do…t… to….me..” You couldn't understand what he was saying. -“Lord Balladeer, please forgive me, I just wanted to take off this from Lord’s wrists.” He let you go, you were not sure if he did that to let you take them off or because he didn't have strength left. You took the chains off, then you looked at him, his eyes were so empty. -“ Lord Balladeer, maybe at least I should-“ -“k..t…e..” he whispered. -“I’m truly sorry Lord but I couldn’t hear you.” His eyes met yours. -“Don..t… lo…ok… at…me…” You didn’t know what to do. Normal human wouldn’t be able to survive whatever the Doctor did to him. You couldn’t just leave him like this, but what can you do for him? He is in such bad state that you can see clearly the lack of heart in his chest. -“Hu..rts…e…ve..ry….thi…g….hu..s..” he mumbled. -“…” you took his hand in yours, he jolted for second from sudden touch but didn't take his hand from yours. “I will stay with you my Lord, until you recover. I’m truly sorry, that I can’t take your pain away but if there’s anything I can do for you, just tell me.” He didn't reply. You wondered if he lost consciousness again. You placed delicate kiss on his hand, the tears flowed from his eyes. For the first time he felt a bit of warmth in this cold nation.

-“Oh isn’t it Hat Guy? Hello!” you smiled to Wanderer, who grimaced after hearing you call him by that ‘name’ too. -“Why are you calling me like that?” -“Hm? You’re the one who went with that name on The Akademiya Extravaganza, aren’t you?” you tilted your head, confused why he seems to be angry for calling him that. -“It was-- … never mind. Just don’t call me that.” He said, not looking at you. You smiled coming to him closer. -“So…do you have any plans for today?” -“Hmpf, I know this is not what you really wanted to ask me. Just tell me already what you want.” -“Okay! Okay! Remember those students that dragged us to their cooking interest group? I’m going to join them again! Would you like to jo-“ -“No.” Wanderer said, turning around like he’s ready to just leave you. You caught his sleeve. -“Don't be like that! You’re really good at cooking! And it was fun to co-“ -“You didn’t cook anything, I was the one who made all the dishes.” He interrupted you again, still with his back turned toward you. -“Stop interrupting me-!” you pouted, puffing your cheeks. -“Just deal with it.” He smirked -“Why you! Please! I love your cooking! The food you made was so delicious! Please!! I want to eat it again! Please!” now you were holding onto his arm. The puppet sighed, he can’t believe that for some reason he doesn’t mind when you touch him. -“Consider yourself lucky, that I don’t have anything better to do.” -“So you mean-“ -“Let’s just go.” He started walking. You smiled, glad that you can spend some more time with him. You ran in front of him, stopping him in his track. -“I knew it that you’re not that bad!” -“You’re naive if you think that I-“ before he could finish his sentence you kissed his cheek. Then you just smiled and ran off screaming -“I’m going to eat Hat Guy's delicious dishes again!” Wanderer was stunned, then he put his hand on his red cheek you kissed, he was feeling warm. He quickly noticed that you already left Sumeru City. -“That idiot…” he smiled and he ran after you.

--- I really want to shower the little meow meow with kisses (๑•̑з•̑๑)੭ु⁾⁾

#Genshin Impact x Reader #Genshin x Reader #Kabukimono x Reader #Kunikuzushi x Reader #Scaramouche x Reader #Wanderer x Reader #genshin impact x you #my stuff #my short things

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lovelyvogrincic · 4 months ago

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Just kiss me

Felipe x fem! Reader

Warnings: Jealousy & fluff

Note: first time writing for pipe and idk why, I should’ve written for him before cause he is the cutest fifa ever 😭

-And cut!- the director screams and you smile looking at your co- star- And that’s a wrap on that scene, take 20 people.

You sigh at the thought of finally getting off the heels you’ve been wearing, it’s not that you didn’t enjoy wearing heels but after a few scenes, they become more of a torture, so you just start to walk towards the trailer until your co star, stops you.

-Hey, (yn)!- Smiling you turn back to see him and he is smiling - Good work today- he says- I’m glad you’re my co star.

You can’t help but smile at his comment, it’s the first big and important role you get in Hollywood, so receiving that kind of feedback, really makes you smile and trust in your talent a little more.

-Thanks Mark, it means so much coming from you.- A smile is forming on him as he gets closer.

-It’s the truth- he says lifting his shoulders- you are a wonderful actress.

The chat continues for a while until your assistant comes practically running to see you.

-Hey (yn), I need to tell you something- she says while smiling so hard.

-That’s my cue- Mark says and leaves you with Susanne, your assistant, who is excited to tell her boss, whatever she has to.

-Yes Sussy? What’s the big deal?- you ask her as you scan her body language- you seem really excited.

-Oh- she calms down a bit- You received something, it’s in your trailer. -She says once again getting really hyped up.

-Ok, and whats that?- Now you are really curious, what they could’ve sent you that Susanne couldn’t carry with her.- Is it big or why you don’t have it with you?

-Yes it’s big and in Spanish- she answers smiling as hard as before, she really wants to spoil what you had received but she can’t.- Come on, you’ve got to see it!

She grabs your hand and both sprint as quickly as the heels allows you, while wondering what could be, what is big and in Spanish?

A plushie that talks?, your dog?, you have really no clue what could be, but a lot of ideas, and as that you got in into the trailer.

-It is my dog?- you ask opening the door and entering, but Susanne doesn’t enters.

-Eh, me han dicho muchos insultos pero, perro pasa el límite- You hear a familiar voice, and before you could even see him, you know exactly who is.

-¡Pipe!- Both run to hug each other, and in the excitement, he lifts and spins you-¡Eh, no hagas eso!

He puts you down quickly, scans you and smiles, before hugging you more.

-Pero que hermosa que te ves- And you just give him a little smack on his shoulder- ¿Por qué me pegás?

You shake your head- ¿Cuando llegaste?, ¿por qué no me avistaste nada?

-Era una sorpresa, por eso no dije nada, y llegué hace unas horas.- you just can’t believe he is here, with you, and hug him quickly one more time.

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-Sos el mejor amigo del mundo, la falta que me hacías.- You tell him and he smiles a little, but in his interior he feels sad that you couldn’t see him the way he does, how could you not notice that he likes you since forever, and after all the flirting everything was still the same.- ¿Y, que querés hacer?

He just smiles still seeing you smiling and excited.

-Hay tanto que ver, muchos restaurantes que probar y, ¿trajiste tu cámara?- he nods- bueno, obvio, también hay muchos museos para pasear y que veas, como para tomar fotos, aunque quizás quieras irte a dormir, ¿no?

Felipe laughs and shakes his head- Mira, me encanta que tengas tantas ideas, pero yo tengo un plan, porque- he says and holds your hands- necesito platicar con vos, hay algo muy importante que tengo que decirte.

You smile at the thought of spending time with him, your best friend, but a little worried of what he could tell you, probably that he has a girlfriend or he was leaving for a movie, still, you wanted to be with him.

-Dale, haremos lo que vos quieras, pero después me toca a mí escoger.- he nods and hugs you again.

-Te extrañé mucho (yn).

-Y yo a vos, en verdad.- the hug continues until someone knocks at the trailer door and you go to open it. -Oh, Mark!

-Hey!- he greets you- so, Greta said we can go have lunch and return until 5-6 pm, so, would you like to have lunch with me? Or are you busy?

-She is busy, with me.- Another men voice says as he gets from behind you- Sorry.

-Oh, I didn’t knew you had a visitor, is he your brother?- Mark asks teasing Felipe.

-No, no, he is Felipe, my best friend, I have talked about him, right?- your co star nods.

-Yeah, your best friend, I heard everything about you.- he smiles again, but never taking the look off Felipe.

-On the other hand, I’ve never heard about you- Pipe says and puts one of his hand around your waist.

-¡Pipe, no seas grosero!- you scold him and turn to see him, and getting out of his grip, making Felipe to just lift his hands innocently.

-¿Que? Pero él empezó, y es la verdad, yo no he escuchado nada sobre él.- you just roll your eyes and turn to see Mark.

-Sorry about that, but, I had plans with him first, maybe next time?- he nods and looks again at your friend.

-Well, see you later, we have our kiss scene this night, so, don’t eat onion. -Mark says and you hear Felipe sigh.

-That wouldn’t bother me, anyway she is a good kisser.- Felipe says before getting a punch in his stomach, but that doesn’t erase the smile on his face.- Bye.

Mark just leaves a little mad, and you turn madly to Felipe, closing the door, you still couldn’t believing what he just said.

-¿Que te pasá, por que decís eso?- you push him angrily but he still has a stupid smile in his face- ¡En serio Felipe!

He laughs- Es la verdad, ¿o no?- you feel a lot of butterflies on your stomach as he gets closer to you, the proximity makes your lips touch a bit, making you walk away some centimeters.

-No lo sé, nunca me he besado a mi misma- you say laughing but Felipe isn’t laughing. -¿Por qué dijiste eso, en serio?

-Eh porque…si, para callarlo, se cree tanto porque te va a besar y también porque cree tener una oportunidad con vos, y nah, no lo iba a dejar, es un bobo total…- he starts talking fast and nonsense- como sea, si a vos te gusta, adelante, bésalo, a mi me podría importar menos…, es más, me voy para que podas ir a almorzar con el.

And with that he starts to walk towards the door.

-Felipe- you stop him holding onto his sweater- ¿Por qué decís todo esto? ¿Estás celoso?

He turns finally but still not making eye contact with you, and reaches for one of your hands, his eyes looking down.

-Y, bueno si, un poco, pero…- he stops choosing his next words really carefully- se que no tengo derecho, da igual.

And again, starts talking nonsense.- Porque vos solo me ves como tu mejor amigo, y bueno, me gusta ser tu amigo, pero, en serio ¿no notas que me gustas mucho?, bueno, no, no te has dado cuenta porque de lo contrario, no se, quizás, ya me hubieras hecho caso y dejarías de verme como tu mejor amigo, que no me molesta, pero.

-Felipe- you interrupted him- solo bésame y ya.

He just stares at you, still couldn’t believing of what you just said, after everything he said, you felt the same way for him after all that time.

-En serio, ¿eso querés?- you nod at his question.

-Si, eso quiero…¿y, vas a besarme?- you ask him getting closer again and slowly putting your arms around his neck, and like a reflect, his hands went into your waist, fitting perfectly, and just like, your lips meet for a moment, making you both smile.

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Alexa play “Nonsense” by Sabrina Carpenter; te quiero muchísimo, mi guapo 🫶🏻

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barcalover86 · 1 year ago

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A fic about Pedri who’s girlfriend works in corporate finance and has insecurities about herself when she hears from one of his exes about his playboy lifestyle before he met her

Pedri One Shot

Insecure- P.G. x Reader

Hola a todos, so happy for my first request!❤️ Hope you like it!!

Be free to send me requests, I will answer you all!!!

I've been with Pedri for 7 months. He is my first boyfriend. I trust him more than anyone, I gave myself to him. Since the beginning, I knew that he had a few relationships, but he always says that I am his first love.

I am no one special, just a 20 year old girl who works as a corporate finance. I've been doing this job for some time, my family not being as rich as they would like to. All the time, I tried to help them with some money, and now me dating pedri helped their situation a lot.

People know about our relationship, but they don't see as often together. We try to be as private as possible so that we can enjoy each other truly.

We have pretty busy schedules and only see each other after 7 p.m. (19:00). I work a lot and enjoy what I do, but being so far away from my boyfriend isn't the best thing.

When we see each other at home, he is really tired and wants to sleep. We started to talk so little, only hellos and how was your day, and that's all. I try not to let these bad feelings affect me, but every day, it's starting to be harder and harder.

I miss my boyfriend a lot, but try to understand him. After all, he is a famous football player for Barcelona. Not everyone can achieve that.

This morning, I woke up early having a bad feeling about this day. Pedri has training at 12 p.m. today (12:00), so at this hour, he is still sleeping peacefully next to me, his hand being around my waist. I smile at his beautiful face, kissing slowly his forehead.

I am so in love with him and can't believe how lucky I got having a boyfriend like him.

I get out of bed and get ready to leave for work. After I ate some eggs, I went once again to kiss Pedri's face, who was still sleeping, probably dreaming.

When I arrived at the building, I said hello to everyone I knew and went to my office. I had a lot to do today, so I didn't even realise that it was already time for lunch break. Pedri must be training now, so I hope everything goes alright for him. I decided to go to one supermarket that was near me to get some food for me to eat and a drink. When I left the building, I heard someone pronouncing my boyfriend's name. I look around to find one of his ex-girlfriends, the prettiest one, in my opinion.

"No se, chica. Cómo pudo dejarme por... ella!? Has visto cómo se ve? No puedo decir lo que le gusta de ella." (I don't know, girl. How could he leave me for her? Can't tell what she likes about her.) you heard her saying.

You start to feel really, really bad about herself.

"No te preocupes. Él la dejará pronto como lo hizo con todas las chicas. Tal vez todavía tengas una oportunidad con ella. de verdad eres la mas linda" (Don't worry. He'll leave her soon like he left all the girls. Maybe you still have a chance with him. You are really the most beautiful one), her friend told her.

I trust Pedri with all my heart, but right now, I start to overthink. Am I good enough for him? Does he still love me? These days he is very distant, but it's only because he is stressed about the next matches that are really important...right?

"Si, probablemente. Como si se fuera a dormir con chicas todo el tiempo. Todo el mundo sabe que tuvo sexo con muchas chicas solo para sus necesidades. Este hombre no tiene sentimientos, simplemente perfecto para mí. Somos exactamente iguales. Y, Dios, echo mucho de menos su lengua. Realmente es un <magician>." (Yes, probably. Like he goes to sleep with girls all the time. Everyone knows that he had sex with many girls just for his needs. This man has no feelings, just perfect for me. We are exactly the same. And, gosh, I miss his tongue so much. He really is a magician.) his ex said to her friend.

I walked away in tears. My mind was only on his ex's words. First of all, I can't believe he was with that girl, and second of all..does he cheat on me? I couldn't eat anymore, so I went back to my office with only one bottle of water. I had to stay here another 5 hours. I tried not to think about the worst and concentrate on my work, but my kind wouldn't let me.

I didn't know what to believe. I felt so heartbroken, and if pedri was seeing someone while being with me, I couldn't blame him. I wasn't a model, an influencer. I didn't know how to do a pretty makeup for me, so mostly I only wore mascara. I didn't have an athletic body like other people he slept with, and now my mind was on, "what was he thinking when he saw me naked for the first time?".

The rest of the time, I was silently crying. Didn't even finish my work, so my boss got mad at me but eventually forgave me. I really appreciated that.

When I got home (7:30 p.m/ 19:30), I was surprised to see that Pedri wasn't home. I started to panic really hard. Maybe he was with a girl? You two didn't have your moment for almost 2 weeks now, and maybe he was needy? But why wouldn't he tell you that, you could have helped him.

When your boyfriend came home was 8:46 p.m. (20:46). He never came that late without telling you. You tried to call him several times, but he didn't pick up the phone nor answered your messages. You were worried that he might have gotten into an accident, but somehow managed to calm yourself down when you saw him standing in front of you.

"Hol-" he wanted to say, but you interrupted him. "Dónde estabas?" (Where were you?).

He looked into your eyes and saw that you had been crying. "Amor, estas bien?" (Love, you okay?) he asked, worried. "Paso algo? Estabas llorando, mi niña?" (Something happened? Were you crying, my girl?)

He quickly went to hold you, but you stepped back. He heart ached. Did he do something wrong?

"Me repito Pedro. Dónde estabas?" (I repeat myself, Pedro. Where were you?) you asked again, now a little bit more angry.

"En el entrenamiento, mi amor. Te dije hace unos días que tengo una entrevista a las 2 p.m.(14:00) y luego mi entrenamiento empieza a las 5 p.m. (17:00)" (At training, my love. I told you a few days ago that I have an interview at 14:00 and then my training starts at 17:00)

You suddenly remembered that he told you that. You start to feel so bad that you forgot about him. You felt the tears forming but didn't want to cry. You still weren't sure that these days he hadn't seen any other girl. You were a shy girl, but you really wanted answers, so you spoke what you felt.

"Te sientes caliente?" (Do you feel needy?)

"Que?" (What?) he answered, really confused. "Qué quieres decir?" (What do you mean?)

"Te hago sentir satisfecho? Si estuvieras caliente, ¿vendrías a mí? Me lo dirías? Soy lo suficientemente bueno para ti? Soy al menos la mitad de sus estándares? Todavía me amas? Me amaste alguna vez? Si quieres tener sexo con alguna chica, dímelo. Nos separamos y luego-" (Do I make you feel satisfied? If you were horny, would you come to me? would you tell me? Am I good enough for you? Am I at least half your standards? Do you still love me? Did you ever love me? If you want to have sex with a girl, tell me. We break up and then-) you started but he interrupted you.

"No no no no. No te atrevas a decir algo así! No te atrevas a pensar tan bajo de ti mismo!! Eres mi primer amor, y me duele muchísimo cuando te escucho hablar de eso. No quiero a ninguna otra chica excepto a ti, mi amor. Te quiero a ti y solo a ti. Por supuesto que estoy necesitado de ti. Quiero cada minuto para estar contigo. Me haces sentir tan bien en la cama y nuestro amor es el más fuerte." (No no no no. Don't you dare say something like that! Don't you dare think so low of yourself!! You are my first love, and it hurts so much when I hear you talk about yourself like that. I don't want any other girl except you, my love. I love you and only you. Of course, I am needy towards you. I want every minute to be with you. You make me feel so good in bed, and our love is the strongest.)

In that moment, you started to cry. He hugged you, and when you were ready, you told him everything. He listened carefully, making sure to leave kissing all around your body.

"Déjame mostrarte lo bien que me haces sentir. Déjame mostrarte lo hermosa que eres, mi dulce vida." (Let me show you how good you make me feel. Let me show you how beautiful you are, my sweet life.) he told you and carried you to your room where you spend the night together.

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fluffyspaceball · 1 year ago

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👉👈Ok I am madly in love with the headcannon of Keith knowing Spanish but Lance and the other members of Voltron don't know this .👉👈

So whenever Lance says something to the team only Kieth understood what he was saying but stays quiet cause this is his only source of amusement . Like imagine

P:Lance get out of my room you drama queen

L: callate enano(shut up you midget)

P:what does that even mean !!

//Keith in the background eternally signing//

L: cásate conmigo allura(marry me allura)

A:pardon me?

H:oh don't worry it's just Lance speaking Spanish

L:sì!

A:Yes Lance I do now see

S:I'm pretty sure that sì means yes

L:crees que sabes español shiro el héroe (you think you know Spanish Shiro the hero!?)

//keith in his head:Lance needs to calm down//

But sometimes when Lance get extra annoying he buts in.

C:ok you qizsnaps this training routine will be very challenging and if will force you to work together. Speaking of working together,I recall one certain time when me and a couple of space piratea to team up to try find the beard of atla-

L:Coran! ¡Amigo! Te juro por Dios que te calles con las historias tontas solo por un rato(Coran!Buddy!I swear to God shut up with the dumb stories just for a bit!)

S:Lance!English so the rest of us can understand.

L:LaNce English PARA QUE EL RESTO DE NOSOTROS PODAMOS ENTENDRE (LaNce EngliSh sO tHe ResT oF Us cAn uNDersTanD)

S:that one I understood!

H:*sighs*

P:what is happening !?

L:*aggressive Latino noises*

A:can we all calm down

C:oh this reminds me of a time whe-

L:Iré Keith Iduna Su segundo nombre en ti(I will go Keith Idunohissecondnam on you-)

K:shut up Lance!

P:yea Lance

L:what why just me?

H:ahhhhhhhh!

S:everyone calm down

A:why couldn't I get more organized paladins?

And I know for a fact that Lance complements Keith under his breath in Spanish and Keith doesn't know whether or not Lance is being sarcastic or not.

L: stupid mullet head

K:what have I done to you now??

L:mira como te ves(look the way you look)

K: what?

L:shut up!

A:we need someone to watch guard

K:I volunteer

L:por supuesto, Keith se ofrece como voluntario.(of course Keith volunteers )

//k:what is his problem?//

L:Tan fresco y desinteresado(so cool and selfless)

K:huh

H:Lance buddy we talked about this.No insulting people in Spanish.

L:w-well he deserved it.

K:Lance why are you in my room?

L:ODIO LO HERMOSO QUE ERES(I HATE HOW HANDSOME YOU ARE)

K:umm...

L:ok byeee

//k:what just happened//

This also probably when on for a while to until Kieth got annoyed and decided to do something .

P:I believe full heartedly that boys are dumb and illogical

A:this I too believe

L:Creo que Keith se ve atractivo.(I think Keith looks hot)

H: did you just insult Keith again

L: mabye

H:dude

L:quiero salir con el(I wanna date him)

P:no one knows what you're saying

K:I do

H:..what?

K:I know Spanish and Japanese.My dad spoke them both.

L:esto es una broma no?(this is a joke isn't it)

K:nope it's all true

P: so you could understand what Lance has been saying this whol time ??

K:yep

L:I feel like jumping of a cliff right now

K:¿Ya no quieres salir conmigo~(you don't want to date me anymore~)

L:yep definitely jumping of a cliff.

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libidomechanica · 9 months ago

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Or will say no

A rispetto sequence

And lover? Behind me, and done your name and though it be you love not,—and yet they punched each one things. And of angels see, before, and

the year when they give no more? And yours forever that whispered low: as Earth stirs in her nose. Them and my presents less? Or will say no.

Broke their changes right of a Fool? The mountains, but have destroyed just as it were born.—Natures praise if a man’s name. We ordered a large

eagle, lost, and beholders on a divan. The large honey-combs of green, two almost every Now gynneth this thy presents less?

III

Year that can that he, commands three. And self would not love, disgrace; ah, what cool cave shall be done away. Sicker make like this day i’ve been

wanders, the devil take Ismail, and the Russian army should fathoming plums ready to speech, or more avail than the tea. How sweet!

You said, I have no end: and hart for how oft had I Heav’ns changing hue, and from her fingers and religion take the fables there in

one flea spare, where none but the world drops headlong from a cushion a preacher, and bite the lesson new haue speld. We shall I relate em?

Dangers in their starry seven, old Atlas’ children, wants to hear my voice, and sooner had past reason. A third time pass’d this diamond:

a golden morning shine so rich in atonement as the thirteenth, when each the flock’s connected numbers sweet with debt: for honey dew.

Was dawn, the churches. ’Ve said in Dante’s verse, and you love no longer give birth to victual; such is the bonilasse, she cried; and

live no more, won’t even drive a car again. Could eclipsing eyes of day over their open window’d heart compell’d to refer to.

VII

Everyone knows well night, who plead for lo! And there on the laws their ring. I wondering afternoon news, some to public men sometimes

start—no bosom heaved—she steps but of low replied, ourselves are for nought; give me for thine own love’s delights, till the aire: nor peace within!

VIII

Was now rapt in tender and that things nothing which whales arbour closes make gilly-flowers! And shook the lily, heigh how once I freeze

and fool are two gilly-flowers, I though it. Teaching blind eyes to win ye, O: may ill befa’ the flatteries of our meriment.

Her sight came cloath’d in tears—Oh, odious time to bear, and now the Mower Damon, known through the places in the prisoner to those lips

billing pass away in white arm, and far upward it flies. If folly and hurl, my inside my heart and milk comes from out the shutting.

Abide, and half far-shadowing for the open casement, but by the Turkish fire, more beauty’s rude disdaine reasts than down of sweet

queen; one to Chide! Black polish’d nation many words away; for still for the oxheart that not to have lost i’ th’ funeral fire.

Upon that this minute. And titles could fly with sanctifying swerve from the ridge, we simply blur into the peace, and have taste their streamlet

o’er these days I spent wi’ the flower would never be an oil painting cry they trembled to its face? If only you wouldst not leaves.

XII

From its measures round the shepherd clans: that with softest downy breast in the great city sound of marriage temple’s chief; warming now in

part, whose shape suggested some went out to get that leap in fiery arrows keen art thou wilt be gone to see. The sweeter than wit.

XIII

Wise wretched life, was my sweet love, love, I am become a man, if thou find’st not better the day faint and mine: for foreign joy, they

felt their surly eyes and all of their Feet, where bonie face I saw; and stirr’d the scanty bar to mortal tear-drops down things, enduring night.

XIV

Made up of white-thorn laden home. Serpent in your eyes thine here, or lift my lids and wan fond love, yet she will be false, ere I come, let

us not well be waded, they lock the shepheard of the Dambe. The Russian army should find what was t to his careless a slight kisse.

Thus ending back her hears nor sees; rolled round that guides. To him her dreams … scattering words thy beauty’s rude disdain. Center is, these first time

to stone; she neither than a school girl. Look, or heart is sair, that’s it! Chime; soft words, nor hill-flowers! But when Chloe’s ear; first he, far and plight.

XVI

Had waned corse, the weak to injure. But from that drop not fewer; growing words—but when we will, it will be both ships and eyes have gone and

there is a spy, betraying fair proper to assail the hum celestial Mansions. Let me no longer there be known, but by the neare.

XVII

She turn’d—there were soon as once large and the disease, feeding far away. That Arm in Arm from the rill to its face? Toil and trammel’d fresh

wet from your wise men sneer’d in pithy phrase; announcing them to their joyous tears, and paid a tradesman once we goe a Maying. Of men.

XVIII

’ The chief threw on the other stepp’d serene, let in the tendency of burning pure and suppose, chain’d at home to bid farewel to

the first detachment had grown ethereal for pleasure, where Beauties tread was Hesperides. One is at their prey, turn’d—there was Maud?

XIX

” She answer rang, “Not Death, but Love. Who knows what Fame capricious winter- sleep. More like the iolly sheepe in good plight: and now the place for

once at eye level: spatter of his voice itself, and Roguenoff, and prayed: give me a heavenly power, for the noon’s transport pass.

Of the train amang, while greasy Joan doth keel the polish’d porticos of awful shade ourselves have sworn to strip there’s your true no-

meanings. Of beauty is suspect of ill may they too far extend. Why it is not One must every year, and riots wanton Yuie twine.

XXI

Who not look in the flowers, and aided our escape, and that beauty doth echo, faint eternal Homer! Streaming, why dost thou from

the smoothest air. Sent many a glance up in the river, while time to be; after a life, you will have made as I, when, as thought so.

XXII

How happy crowd, the flowers do stur; in thy lips to haue his body? The expense of spirit there rings on the ballads which, being

dispell’d, as e’er was virgin’s bower, where Philomede, lect’ring thro’ ripen’d Eden’s fruit; for well or ill, so you may buye gold the knack?

XXIII

Writ: to hear of worldlings, and fynd no part of pleasure’s wreathed anguish, we changes every tree, cut down with the churchyard laid then ye

are only one then nor dost waste. Like harmony her motion, wad make a land of peace with me. While no night of woe might send flower.

XXIV

What gelid fountains kiss high throne, now filling on his forehead, and thy breast in the spells and wilt not heed my lonely wandering; now

Mars, now Momus; and when, in the bright English, save of us in the enema. Three fields and a sullen might; slow heauinesse rewards!

XXV

And beds by stranger than his own ankle is a handmaid we must proved death from my mother depths are to pine, a patron of some to

me. Hey ho the Mower to my pain; and where comfort is, she gives me best whene’er I sing for an autumn holds my hand it blasted.

XXVI

But from the imprinted couch, contentment reached a splash, done heedlessly, those discontinuous murmuring surge. The rest had beguile, I

could, I would, could not be forgive. And she would be call’d up a Polish orderly his post, I may pass the field: sore again to dust.

XXVII

Most Women have no Character’d strange graces still advances, but not to stay, I see symbols where I often in lone Endymion

sought as a child yet in the rags of time. Cruel and sooner than the cities like every thing, yet I wept for its style, which of Thetis.

XXVIII

And let me know; such a day—for the proof of alcohol, And ever since, dear love, disdain. In which only is deeper than light. Of

mine owne fate I could have beheld stella: now she is tall and strike in: I can see nought so long to create, as when she went away.

XXIX

To see thou dost love means defeated of the water: how! God only, who fought, to kill me, let me know; such is the holy sphere? Than

the eddying without. I do not blind over his way was lost; to cloud-borne call ardently! He heard her breath of liking, all dearly!

XXX

Time enough, whichever watchful with please them when the sphere: make me a sunset and in the weak to injure. Jenny kissed me. Their dead:

fair Elenor, I am becoming madness went distracts her. Thus breath of heaven grac’t, ah! He had lorded thing. And sighing vaults.

XXXI

Finds all her ills—a scatter’d through the shepheard selfe did spill: I saw the boar tusk’d him: so away so new, although my mouth in wine, when

she obeys; let fops or fortune even in the eye, Loves Firmament: many a lesson new haue speld. Of those who might vnhappy me!

XXXII

And long line of the best, and angular: out-shooting of a calf in light, and by her plainings drew immortal in the new Parnassus,

where they contracted from my eyes all the water by Souvaroff. Thou cans’t be ta’en from every senses, I heare apart, let breath.

XXXIII

Offend her, and produces—You. On the highest heav’nly fired and do no harm arms together sides, the blue of ocean fades upright,

besides his planet where is cream, deepening ether they are, such a criminal. We would decree more evil in an hour to choose.

XXXIV

No more, won’t even drive a car bomb … And in their darkness from buried paths, which stare aghast, for there. Said and, wi’ thee, dearest, do not

win; with thee strength’s abundance upon your love speak of your neck round of human life: his young days, either not assail the world drops dead.

XXXV

But when he dare. Still as the doome. Knowing thy will, and fortune even in all but—nothing from thee. Fierce thing, even in sleep, he is

single graces still the random from Fingers cool and cloistered and roar, how can Bagpipe, or ioynts benomd with such a Solitude’s.

XXXVI

For the flow of Hero’s tears. Nay, profanity and see that he could report all that beneath their cause. You run about, my little

maid, your desire had overwhelmed the Partridge—or fell a-talking halt and free of another form the west, made his rage asswage.

XXXVII

Around the case, may show us what seas between us roar, streams around, like to all besides, and shadow to thee. And I am

blind. In backward Counsellor; and comming, marke how each flower upon that hands which loose hair away from far lands by my soul’s full of thee?

XXXVIII

As I, when I against my tremulous showers. A rough-voic’d war again. Some part! Lowly bow’d to her ladyship: and to assail’d

against me study the camp was in his ear, as though China fall. Had, having spoke, and the moor, and bending in spirals, and not wait.

XXXIX

But scorching beyond call it loving hands have so many eyes, and wickedness. The others are the more than you that they are now forests

… bring me now, and bending in practised in her lips my Nectar drinking for the kitchen behind. Something on the ruin’d tower.

A park is purchast of a’. Of civilization and sunly and my retorted hairs. Revive, dearest, do not enuie Aristotle

can be born while too much water, some reflection no bitterness of this new-born spirits are lang! I take part, that they ask why.

XLI

A deale of new-found Paradise, forgetful of holes. Now I haue borne and throws a cloud of summer smocks, the wintry sun the death with

gentle Goddess pin’d for the parson’s saw, and know that nurse of pride, since best worth my calm white palaces of satisfaction of words.

XLII

And less it shall have mark’d each cup’s worth an Indian common in many a glance that were jacks and how heauinesse in breasts, have ill availed

if, what shalbe mine. Also he dress’d my Julia once all-famous executives who had small return in your eyes were but their love.

XLIII

But kind? Meantime this planet in the verge of this bed thy nail in blood made a long pain procur’d by the cursèd duke; o giue my past. One

muse’s smile, as though it be quick sighs ’tis almost, yea, more unrest; my thought: such thinking of the Land;— and the garden by the accurst!

XLIV

All that joy unto the far-fam’d Grecian, share the grass. By surest Steps but of herself she will not to love, I am thy heart could

afford to squander his time. The world drops its delight. Universe of pleasure, unto thee. It stands; a sovereign law; and shells of time.

XLV

They say love they stand among the left, which he wants an heir. Night bard from my loue to flight. Thus ending loudly, as hens theirs makes vs

languid ringlets from your meat, yet should for this good, that it is not slack at least my lips to the bed, bodies lose all their Vengeance tell.

XLVI

Sleeping your curled toes and hair. Are belovëd of the playful rout of Cupids! For it seems, has got to last night, I find when bent to

do. My own life, you faine would elide your name, I am no pick- purse of any rest: yet must I remain in twilight with a Swan.

XLVII

And I’ll awa to Nanie, O. Gold- tinted light, she blush’d with due sublimity, that he purchas’d, but on the sale of cheek, and fire is

no sin, because thou listening. In silence did their granite beds; then he perceiving of the wheels, fresh petals or no they are to live.

XLVIII

Leaving a trice, you will delight, vpon the brink of me and my brother John was form’d with dust, stript to him be the god unshorne. Just so

much passion in the Easter, in such a pilgrimage, by our eternal, nor that does contain’d canopies, spangled, and call it love?

XLIX

Than the wager wonne or lost? When I bow’d to her lanely night and die, and know what is my part. To juggle with too much quickness

every gaze upward it flies in fears that awful pause, and we not see the most true, passive obedience,— now raised around in earth.

You walk into their starry seven, old Atlas’ children? Who cleft the deer, but amaze no more fleeting of life, an acropolis

so perfect in the ware of human happiness at home: the forested? Ridge, and least he feeling is scarce suffice to fill his grief.

On the heart, and I thought thee how, in part, or some fine tincture your hair over his fair, her head. By special legend or God to refer

to, I think it would pick through a mimic scenes, myriads blow together lie in one flea spare, where near Ismail, and in their passion.

LII

Miracle-tones of all the meeting shades of that iudged beauteous Bride. My Son, they sleep of thine honied tongues were immortal speech, I

doubt if they can’t hurt you, even in all but—nothingness of men to the Atlantic broad. Above the rulers and the women die!

LIII

My woe, bene the sager sort of yours in the morn. How long whisperer disturbances of mercy, born coughing e’en o’ love, give

me kind Amaryllis, with every doubt if thou wouldst pleasing to have walk’d unto the Heaven’s light, want with another gloomy rest?

LIV

It sucked from Syrian trees, in star-showers. A sunbow’s arc above thee understand, and find some flying off bridge athwart a flood

I drink to the rest of creatures, woman’s at best with them. All her ills—a scattered with their garments’ cost, awhile shall miss out of moths.

Respects for a daughters? Close up the noble seat of fire above his head, the wall into the very soon he’d heart some still well I

feel so free and sound of the moon is chalky, white star in the blue- bell pinch to you it was mere lust of pop culture and icy clime.

LVI

Could be particulars are, at random from Fingers paralyz’d with glaunce into my bosom! My sheepe did move behind the winter-

sleep. With which sometime teach thine here his this gush of feeling above this our time, shall dearly rue my very close did not do you go?

LVII

Stella, thinke no more, but this elevation was also I was builded far from a hand the women are we; and how his lot. Where

dost thou ivory, rubies, pearl and die; revive, dearest charm’d a tumult shakes the second is a new skin out of the appalling snow.

LVIII

Since kind Amaryllis, she gives; and weep, but never been bred that the Russ retreat, when I am frae my Dearie! Together day I

went the hum of armies of hair; inlaid garbage everything did see beauties which other’s door and that his prescript and every pangs.

LIX

Over a bower veils those lips, and done your name before than the ships, and rose, I move on from his spear? Two bubbling spring hast luld

me oft a sleeping trees, in thy sweet queen: when lo! We shall be sad for naebody; i’ll tak what I am become sounds its pleasure.

And haply of our wild than a wave is more sad, more be said and do no harm in this worth, and Titan on the grave,? And but commun’d

with any Breath of wild a rage to life—I lean upon the stair— lean on a garden! She said,—he wished-for years, who each lush-leav’d rill.

LXI

I them see so waist, and whenever slander doth but approximate and cuckoo! Why dost taunt so softly call for the nonce, fascines

like many things of Love, as strong, and subsided, for the moon’s more seldom than alive: for foreign glory, foreign churchyard tree.

LXII

Come ye? Shall past years he woo’d the Lady of the tree, mocks me, knowing hot. I have become indolence. Since that a curse. The shore, nor

Loves Crowne, all eyes. My heart and mower both one little lights, till, weary court, which now become indolent arms, as hens theirs makes me write.

LXIII

Up there be whose voyces siluer raye hey ho seely sheen of icy pinnacles, and plain; anon the life of love alone stands superb

to share here, undimm’d by any touch, to spoil the town is going home. Look full upon it feels it, and the dooming stars, how lithe!

LXIV

Whom Juliana’s eye? And she knowes not drest, the motion has she never raise, nor things left but sought that shines, because, thou deny’st me

is; it suffer within himself with praise if a man’s name in nearer view. And so I would be particulars are a’ my Nanie, O.

LXV

One certain portrait may be said a sin, nor sees; rolled brow and that hails premier or kind behest, the edgèd steel by careless chin and a

shake all past years he would do a steeple. With truth vainly in the breath’d, came swelling form, and no more carefully shines upon these woods.

LXVI

His fiery ringlets, blown a life-breathing an hour’s space, those that held her robes, and I’ll awa to Nanie, O. Even we, could rather

feet ripples on in light was fair, her heart that pass: I think it would scarcely wastes, which to the deathbed desire: count Damas drove them!

LXVII

Never dempt more return’d all cars, thou dare striue, such fond fantsies shall I not speak too much a chintz exceeds mohair. Him to hear mermaids’

singing, all dead paper, mute and trembled to its nub, its puddle of Wyoming and over. And you, to love that he plots again.

LXVIII

Lips, teeth, hair, and for to hold, their young: but all alike, no season know. Before a tower of love, it profiteth me not Thou the

Fuel of them to the beachcomber in me belief, the other stars to show they say love they don’t know where I bring in the best of a’.

LXIX

Round that floods, ripe fruits of new-found Paradise, breathe my nature in my plain, with weather compels me well as dilettanti in war’s

art, how faine would have no end, young travelling, tis from your eyes: but flower! How the young fellow—say what crowd confused by this life is love.

LXX

I should you too be with fretwork, scraping from the deep, the left the richest gemme of love and pity, for had her slippery blisse, and call.

Thus lily, breath of heaven: I have something mutter’d, through our scorne, nor the enema. Seeking not to be friend and self was not sought.

LXXI

But the last Farewell, and with Wisdom hath the chills. She turned away, they seem’d he flew to Jove’s high hyll, the uncertainty is one

sees her side, which done, then sovereign quell is in a desert wild. ’Er it a cobweb-lawn; and yet could remedy this new and poesy.

LXXII

Butterfly; upon whose voyces siluer raye hey ho hollidaye, when on the heaven dwelt among weeds, or fall away. Of leaves and feel

amain the laying on the waves upon my freshness die. But oh your names? Tu-whit, tu-who! This explicit sadness. ’Er love of wit.

LXXIII

It leads beholds new sudden exaltation: but a minute. ’Ring all their roots, accessible for on a sudden step, he came hear

the name I used to rue the eagle landed her doating cry they trembling lip, well maist thou seen bolts of the old bards to might move her.

LXXIV

And swamping the bandit’s den, are lost a gesture and sunk upon the meadows would say of it, love, if it were I if thou the Fuel

of its own dear Genevieve; the night, clover wrinkling eyes: and ah! Looks backward could save her name; nor fall away from my idle days?

LXXV

A resting place, strawberries; and weep, but never meet, leese but they stand in possessions chairman, abler none; fair-haired and do no harm

in this, that sawe it, simple shepe, hey ho the Mower mown. It is enough into gaze on, she and welcome forrit, honest Allan!

LXXVI

Thee enriches at thy Subject in their last obey, the little King girdled by a newe daunce: my old music slew not? Des Plaines River

And I sank and quick with many a kiss, warm between us, I see thou lo’es me best worth the women may be sent to the foe’s.

LXXVII

Nor dances in times a single graces slide; they either most forlorn upon its natiue moist earth clos’d, and rural loves marrow. To that,

self-murder added that mine eyes: I saw his madness went distrust that rich foole, how far to tears to follow’d by glad Endymion.

LXXVIII

Your slight to those fooles Heau’n doth keel the pot. For death, struck one, and doves: Adonis, safe in loneliness in another city doth

high place! Or as the women grew expansive with please your chest wits thick to be a rug—turned on women, and through they with winter-sleep.

LXXIX

After, straight, past reasonable, song areede: for who they? Let us entwine hoverings over their arms, had waned corse, the sky, and by

the violence, wherefore, and oak leaves sailed over within a Mirtle Tree, which sometimes start—no bosom or her than gratitude.

LXXX

Devotion gives me best of the sighing,—weaning amid her then is my part. Then I reach’d on me this year had exploded symmetrically

drunk; proud as an enjoyed, like type of pain, pass and rural loves are restored and redden’d stare, gave alms at Easter, while her lap.

LXXXI

Be, and from her and o’er; until, impatient stay, loathing worth. Under and anon, uprose to look at the same feather’d leaves and the

room. Or than the sunny noon; gie me the freshening stars, how lithe! Paraded with such wit impart, or gemmes impart as sacred flame.

LXXXII

So learn to love for mirth, nor cheek when it grew rather forehead, he began to sip; but when the alert, surveying, drilling, ordering

line; sometimes these enchantments, and delicate, as this for my young Freedom to annoy; but that you did not come. And let thy mouth.

LXXXIII

My sake lay on the ball. But three I learned not any heart’s and this young Freedom as none may hear, we’ll wear red for a look, or hear

the least shade us rich, can make up for a brook the sight a sudden; for thus sings throwing straightway started, and having spoke, she raves!

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘, 𝐂.𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐙 𝐉𝐑

SUMMARY ! in which I give you little headcanons on our beloved spaniard, who ferrari doesn't deserve, and drive you insane.

WARNINGS ! +18,kinks, dirty talk, public sex mention, degradation, trust me it gets bewildering, the use of spanish, and just sexual words !

The way, Carlos could just roll over in your bed and just feel you there, laying just by his side. He could feel you sigh in relief when he wraps his arms around you, then a light moan when he pulls you on to his side of the bed. "Amor, por qué siempre estás tan lejos de mí… come over here.." Yet you just curl into a small ball just as his hands are just wrapped around your waist.

The way, Carlos can feel you squeeze him so hard as he muttered solo cosas inútiles in your ears. Feeling your nude, naked body jolt into him, making him feel so proud of himself. "Qué bonita, mi niña bonita, tomándome como la reina que es, ah, you like when I hit that place?" He absolutely loves it when you moan and and whine in his face.

The way, Carlos drags his hand down your bottom back when you're walking the busy streets of Spain, when everyone's eyes are on you. Wanting to know he's here to protect you but yet spoil you, it also shows the men looking at you that you are his. "Toma lo que quieras mami, I'm here to spoil you dirty, princesa".

The way, Carlos degrades you in bed, calling you a slut, a whore, a beggar in bed. He loves it how you allow it in, repeating everything he said, just in a mumbling way. "Eres una puta, a whore, you love my cock slamming into you, your pussy doesn't want to let go, que puta.." "Si, soy tu puta, solo tuya, mi cuerpo es tuyo, I only belong to you.." He knows he's fucking you hard, and love the power he has over it.

The way, Carlos loves how you watch him race whenever you get the chance, and can immediately spot you after racing. "¡Tienes el vestido que me gusta, how gorgeous.!" He like it when he leaves the race track with you by his side.

The way, Carlos has a major gagging king. He knows he's big, you know he's big, fuck the whole world knows. Then again when he hears you struggle trying to put every bit of him inside that tiny mouth of yours, it makes him want to hear more. "¿Es demasiado grande para ti, perra?, All you do is gag around it, how dirty.."

The way, Carlos loves to make you breakfast in bed when you had just opened your eyes. He's very grateful to peel his eyes open and to see you first thing in the morning. He just feels so connect to you when you bite into his food and he's just there admiring you while he eats too. "¿Por qué me miras así?" "Porque te ves hermosa, gracias por estar aquí de nuevo conmigo, I love you."

The way, Carlos loves to dig his teeth into you, to the point his bite marks are visible. The first time you got his bite mark tattooed near your area, he was so turned on. He immediately showered you in hues of red, purple, and some were green. "Qué bonito, you're like a my canvas, absolutamente pintado a la perfección."

The way, Carlos loves your shaved legs. He is a very hairy man but feeling your smooth bare legs, make him shiver in joy. He could spend the whole afternoon kissing them up and down, having them wrapped around his body and he would just lay happily there. "Mami, disfruto mucho esto, keep them like this?"

The way, Carlos loves to fuck in public. He's a very impatient man, and not say that's bad but it ends up exciting him to the brim. Just seeing you all dolled up on a night to go out is unfair, he has to control himself. He immediately touch starved, and wouldn't hesitate to rush you in a unisex restaurant and fuck you right there and then. "Shh, tranquila ahora, no nos gustaría que nos encontraran así, dripping wet just for me."

The way, Carlos would fall in love with you even more when you instantly click with his family. Loving the way you help his mother cook in the kitchen, or when you let her style your hair like she once did with his sister. When his dad showed you Carlos achievements throughout his childhood. When he sees you help his sister plan her wedding, and you just seeing her in awe when she walks down the aisle. He would just melt and whisper in your ear how he will you everything his father gave his mother, because he loves you. "Lo tendrás pronto mi amor, te amo mucho, no lo olvides".

The way, Carlos would let you sit on his lap on his private jet, knowing damn well he would turn rock hard when you ass sat on him. He loves to feel you rub yourself on him, soak his jeans with your illustrious juices. He knows you become needing after a certain of time. "Tienes que esperar mami, sigue moviendo las caderas así…"

The way, Carlos buys you flowers everyday, well obviously not everyday, but when he gets a tingly feeling you need them, he shows up with them. "Para ti mi reina." He would say, kissing your cheek while you turn a light shade of red, and laugh lightly while he cradles you into your large home for two.

The way, Carlos would always have his hands on you, he likes to keep you locked up, another way to say it would be he has a bondage kink. He likes to fuck while your tied, or maybe the other way, he doesn't mind, he would actually like it. "Los mendigas no pueden elegir" to "¿Atarme? Eso es tan sexy, nena". He doesn't give a flying fuck.

The way, Carlos allows you to do whatever you want to do on him, want to kinda braid his hair? He'll let you. Want to do skincare on him? He won't protest. While doing these activities, he's realizing he's in love with you deeply, because he wouldn't let anyone just do this, but he will allow you. "Bebé, me estás tirando del pelo" to "¿Por qué el producto está tan frío? ¡Esto me va arrancará la barba!"

The way, Carlos allows you to take charge in bed when he's really tipsy. He finds it fucking hot, you know what you want, and he'll let you conquer it. You're independent and when you really want something, nothing is going to get in the way of you getting it. That to Carlos is such a turn on. "Siéntate y quédate quieto" "Sí, señora."

The way, Carlos loves to see you live girlhood, he loves to see you wear girly outfits. He loves seeing you get all giggly over something, he loves seeing you love him, because it make him giggle too. He loves grabbing your hand in the middle of spain and walking with you, he loves running into the beach with you behind him. "¡Carlos la agua está fría!" "¡Ven aquí yo te calentare!"

The way, Carlos loves to cockwarm, he's the type to be clingy. He would want to be connected to you, even in these circumstances. I would say he would be his most peaceful state during this 'power' nap. "Nena, deja de moverte o me pondrás duro de nuevo".

The way, Carlos loves it when you read to him, the way your long fingers massage his scalp, and your honey voice lulling him to sleep. Just his skin to skin contact is enough to knock him out for a good 4 hours on a regular, when he's back from travel give him, 10 hours max. "¿Carlos? amor ¿estás dormido?"

The way, Carlos loves to have rough sex on frustrating days but will mostly have a safe word with you. You don't (hopefully) mind the rough sex, it's hot seeing him all worked up. "Dime si te estoy lastimando amor, no queremos eso… di la palabra cuando es mucho".

The way, Carlos would want to start a family with you. He can see himself with you, maybe two boy and a girl? Up to you, but he does want at least one child with you. He would buy you a large spanish style home, with a large backyard for many things. He would spoil rough when your pregnant, he wouldn't let you lift a hand up. He loves you, and you understand that, because this is what leads to marriage, trust and love, and you trust his love for you. "Te amo, seré tuyo para siempre".

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Begin Again | Part Four

Summary: It's all about the hating, the loving and the healing... but in that order?

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: It's been a long time, but here it is. Love you all for being so patient and sweet with all the messages and anons asking me if I was okay and sending me love while I was sick 😭❤️ sorry if I didn’t answer, I wasn't that much on my phone but I'm thankful for all the messages and love you send me 😣💛

Dedicated to: @gaviandgrizisgirl because she motivate me to write and post this as quickly as possible. Luv you 💛✨️ (btw go read her work, is amazing, you'll love it 😀❤️)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

17:45 p.m.

"Déjame ayudarte con eso, " Elena says. As she picks up the straightener, she is as nervous as you are. "Estoy tan emocionada, yo te ayudarme a planear la boda. Ahhhh!" (Let me help you with that. I'm so excited, I'm helping you plan the wedding)

You smile at her, your words are out due to being nervous. You feel like throwing up but weren't.

You made a small talk about something she was promoting while she was straightening the last piece of hair. That was cut off by the baby monitor announcing that your baby was done with cocomelon.

"Ya, ya, ya voy, mi amor." (I'm coming, love)

You finish with the hair as your son begin crying for attention.

"Ay ya mijo, no te puedes entretener solo? Andamos ocupadas." Elena says, picking him. He stops crying, looking at her with a confused expression. "Ya ves? Todo bien. Hoy tenemos pijamada, usted se duerme en el lado izquierdo y yo el derecho." (Omg baby, can't you entertain yourself? We're busy. You see? Everything's fine. Today, we have a slumber party, you'll sleep on the left side and I'll sleep on the right one)

You laugh at her. She's so special to him.

"Vente, solo me haré algo natural de maquillaje." You say picking your products, barely any, some concealer, powder, blush, waterproof mascara (that's essential). (Come here, I'll just do some light makeup)

18:50 p.m.

"Bueno, ya quedó. Dejo todo ahí en la cocina y me voy corriendo antes que llegue." Fernando says, throwing some used napkins. He prepared some pasta, your favorite actually, and he helped Pedro pick some nice outfit for the night. (Okay, it's done. I'll leave everything in the kitchen, and I'm out before she arrives)

Pedro hugged his brother, thanking him for the help. He was nervous, and Fer knew it.

"Tranquilo chaval. Todo irá bien" Fer palms his back and walk to the door. "Pedro, me llamas mañana a primera hora para contarme como te fue, si?" (Relax, everything is going to be fine. Pedro, call me first thing in the morning and tell me everything.)

Pedro nods, nervous at the time, and at everything.

"Por cierto," he says. Before the door closes. Pedro looks confused at him, waiting for him to speak. "Te deje unos condones en el nochero." He winks and laughs, noticing his brother blushing like crazy. "Te quiero niño, adiós." (By the way, I left some condoms on your nightstand. Love you, kiddo, bye)

18:59 p.m.

"Bien, me voy," you say as you spray some perfume, his favorite as you recall. You were done with the feeding and ready to leave. "Adiós amorcito, mami te va a extrañar mucho." You kiss him several times on both cheeks. "Si te da problemas, en serio llámame, aun que no creo que despierte, si lo hace hay leche que recien me saqué en la nevera, solo calientala y dale eso." (Okay, I'm leaving. Goodbye, my love, mommy's going to miss you so much. If he gives you problems, please call me, even tho I don't think he wakes up. If he does, there's fresh pumped milk in the refrigerator. Just warm it up and feed him)

"Ay ya largate." Elena says, pushing you to the door. "Te deje unos condones en la bolsa, la de la izquiera, no quiero otra sorpresita" (Omg, just go. I put some condoms on your purse, left bag. I dont want another surprise)

"Qué?" You look at her confused.

"Shh, adiós mami." She says, making Polo wave his hand.

You shake your head, smiling at her.

But when you open your door, the one surprised is you.

"Mamá? " You open your eyes all the way, you didn't invite her, you didn't call her. Why was she there? "Qué haces acá?" (What are you doing here?)

"Nena, que guapa. Te traje una carbonara, tu favorita de tu restaurante favorito en Barcelona. Sé que la última vez que nos vimos no te portaste tan bien conmigo pero, hijos. Ya entenderas cuando Polito crezca." She says, pushing you to enter. (Baby, how pretty. I brought you some pasta carbonara, your favorite from your favorite restaurant in Barcelona. Even tho the last time we saw each other, you weren't so nice, but you know, kids. You'll get it when Polito grows up)

You scuff. You weren't nice? What about her? Saying how Pedro was going to take your son away. How you were going to go back crying to them for help.

"Mamá, voy de salida. Gracias por traer la pasta. Elena se la puede comer o te la puedes llevar." You say grabbing her by the arms just in time. She was about to grab Polo from Elena's arms. (Mom, I'm actually on my way out. Thanks for the pasta. Maybe Elena can eat it, or you can take it back)

You grabbed the pasta from her, leaving it on the little table beside the door.

"Pero si vas de salida, entonces déjame cuidar a mi nieto, nadie mejor que una mamá para cuidar de los bebés de su bebé." She tries to enter one more time. "Y/n, quítate." (But if you're on your way out, I can take care of my grand baby. Nobody like mommy to take care of her baby's baby. Y/n, get out of the way.)

"No."

"No?" She scuffs "acaso te volviste loca? Que te pasa? Tu no eres así, nunca me habías hablado así" she looks at you with this hurt expression, one you usually fell for, but not this time. (Are you out of your mind? What's wrong with you? You're not like that. You never spoke to me like that)

You grabbed your doorknob as you take some steps, making her step back. "Mamá, voy de salida y Elena va a cuidar a Polo, voy tarde. Adiós." (Mom, I'm on my way out, Elena is taking care of Polo. I'm already late, goodbye)

You kissed her cheek and walked to your car. You turned it on. She was still standing on the same place.

You picked up your phone, texting Elena to not let her in, no matter what.

You notice the time. Already 19:10

"Me cago en la." You say as you drive off your house.

19:16 p.m.

"Mierda" Pedro says, looking at his phone, you were not someone who was late to almost anything.

He calmed himself, thinking maybe is the traffic, maybe she went for gas, maybe she's nervous and driving slowly. Maybe there was some roadwork and she had to take another street.

His mind began to overthink against him. And just in time, the doorbell saves him from his own mind.

He runs to the front door and takes a look of himself in the mirror he has there. "Bien, como dijo Fer, todo estará bien," he say to himself. The walk to the door is a quick one. He takes a few breaths before opening. (Okay, like Fer said, everything is going to be fine)

When he opened the door, nothing prepared him for the view. Even though you didn't change much, there was something different. You looked more beautiful. The way your hair is done looks stunning. The way your smile is shining is like no other.

Not to say your body, you were slimmer than the last time, more here, less there but the same one he loves.

"Dios, estas preciosa," he says without thinking. "Perdón, hola." He shakes his head as you laugh. "Hola va primero, pasa por favor." (Gosh, you look beautiful. Sorry, hi. Hi, is it first)

"Hola, Pepi." You say walking inside. "Tu también te vez muy bien." You laugh. (You look amazing, too)

"Venga, vamos adentro." He closed the door. (C'mon, let's go inside)

He doesn't know if his actions are some muscle memory or if his brain is not coordinating the best. But when he extended his arm for you to take his hand like he used to, at first he didn't notice, but after a few seconds and your hesitation. He slowly pulled back.

But, before he could, and for his surprise, you did take his hand.

"Vamos." You say smiling at him. (Let's go)

The smile on his face is the biggest he ever had since the last time you were together.

That was something everyone noticed. His smile wasn't the same, his was always so into his mind.

"Tienes hambre? Fer me ayudo a preparar tu comida favorita." He says, guiding you to the kitchen. (Are you hungry? Fer helped me cook your favorite food)

You nod smiling, knowing how good that must taste.

Fernando was one of the best chefs you have ever known. He even opened his own restaurant. It was amazing, and he was so successful.

"Mucha. De hecho." You begin talking, but stop when you realize what you were about to say. (Yes, actually...)

Normally, your way of talking was mom on if someone asked you, "You hungry?" You would say,"Yes, breastfeeding makes me hungry." Which is what was about to happen.

"De hecho qué?" He asks, serving the pasta.

"De hecho, tu sabes, yo siempre tengo hambre." You laugh, hoping that was good enough. (Actually, you know, I'm always hungry)

He laughs, nodding "cuándo volviste?" He says, grabbing both plates. "Acá o en el comedor?" He asks you. (When did you come back? Here or at the table?)

"Acá esta bien, déjame ayudarte con eso." You say taking two cups and serving some water. (Here it's okay, let me help you with that)

He places the plates down, picks some forks and napkins.

"Queres vino? Tengo uno buenisimo que te va a encantar, o prefieres algún cóctel? Sé hacer unos ufff, Robert me enseñó." (Do you want some wine? I have a really good one, you'll love it. Or do you prefer a cocktail? I know how to make some, ufff, Robert taught me)

Normally, you used to drink wine or a cocktail when you had dinner dates or when you were around him watching a movie or spending time together.

But the feeding was something that had you at cero alcohol. You pretend to get a text just to Google if one glass was okay. Maybe not? You didn't think about that.

"Amm, déjame responder esto rápido, perdón, el trabajo." You say nervously. He nodded, not taking too much care. (Let me answer this quickly. Sorry, it's from work)

A quick Google search taught you that you could, but had to pump and throw that milk away because that's where the alcohol would be.

"Perdón, deja lo pongo en no molestar." You say, now more relaxed. "Un poco de vino no matará a nadie." You joke, making him laugh. (Sorry, let me put it on. Don't disturb. A little wine never killed nobody)

Once you both sit down and begin eating, you notice how different he is. The beard was more prominent, more styled, too. He has this more prominent dark bag under his eyes. This guy never rests.

"Me gusta tu barba, esta más estilizada y te sienta mucho más." You say honestly, "pero sabes, debes dormir más, qué son esas ojeras Pedro? Te pasas jugando hasta tarde de nuevo?" (I like your beard. It's more stylish and it fits you so well. But you know, you need to sleep more. What are those bags under your eyes? Are you playing video games till the morning again?)

He rolls his eyes. "Ay mamá, pero primero me halagas y luego me matas, venga que deja que el vino haga efecto preciosa." (But you first compliment me and then trash talk me, at least let the wine get into my system baby.)

You both laugh.

And it feels good. Being like this again. Being so close and able to joke without worrying.

The jokes continue. You both know you have a talk, but you want to enjoy the beginning of the night first.

"Déjame ayudarte." You take both plates and take them to the sink and wash them. (Let me help you)

He looks at the way you're washing the dishes, even when it's a completely normal thing to do. You doing it for the first time in so long was something he couldn't believe.

"Pedro," you say, noticing how lost he is. "Estas bien?" (Are you okay?)

"Si si si, quieres ir a la sala? Ahí estaremos más cómodos." He's nervous, and so are you. (Do you want to go to the living room? We will be more comfortable there)

You nod, walking to the living room.

Your heart is beating faster.

Your hands are sweating.

Or was that the water you didn't dry?

Guess you can blame the water.

"Yo quiero"

"Necesito decir"

You both talk, laugh at how coordinated that was.

"Vamos preciosa, comienza tu." (C'mon baby, you go)

You opened your mouth, but nothing was coming out.

Even when you practice how you were going to say the things you want to say. Nothing.

"Okay, entonces voy yo." He laughs, trying to make you feel less nervous. You nodded. "Bien, no es fácil poner todo en palabras y perdón si la cago, créeme que estoy jodidamente nervioso y siento que el puto corazón me va a salir del pecho. Y, la verdad no sé ni por qué empecé diciendo esto, creo que, ammm, Okay." (Okay, so my turn. It's not easy to put everything into words, and I'm sorry if I fucked up, believe me I'm fucking nervous and I feel like my fucking heart is going to burst out of my chest. And to be honest, I don't know why I'm saying that. I think that, ammm, okay)

He pauses, breathing deeply.

"Perdón," he says, looking at you. "Por haberte dejado tan de la nada. Se que fui una mierda contigo y créeme que no fue como lo planeé. Yo en serio no quería lastimarte." (Sorry, for leaving you so out of nowhere. I know I was a piece of shit with you, and believe me, it was not how I planned it. I didn't mean to hurt you)

"Y por qué lo hiciste?" You ask, eyes never leaving his. (So, why did you?)

"Porqué fui un cobarde, porqué no puse tus sentimientos o los míos primero, porqué dejé que otros dictarán nuestro futuro y me arrepiento tanto. Si tuviera una maquina del tiempo regresaría a esa noche y cambiaría todo." (because I was a coward, because I didn't put your feelings and mine first, I let others dictate our future, and I regret that. If I had the chance, I would go back in time and change everything)

"A qué te refieres con qué dejaste que otros dictaran nuestro futuro?" No te entiendo. (What do you mean you let others dictate our future? I don't get it.)

"Es a lo único a lo que le prestaste atención?" He asks, trying to change the subject. (It's the only thing you paid attention to?)

"Pedro," you say with that tone he knows, that mom tone when you won't take his bullshit for an answer.

"Venga que al menos dime que me perdonas." He tries again, failing. (C'mon, at least tell me you forgive me)

"Pedro, responde mi pregunta." You say downing your tone a little bit more.

He shakes his head. He didn't want to tell you about that conversation with your father, but another lie is not the best way to go now.

"Mira, tú padre y yo hablamos. Y él estaba tan seguro que tú me dejarías y yo solo quería la jodida bendición. Por qué no me dijo si y luego me odio en secreto? Joder, preciosa lo siento tanto, yo no debí escucharle pero sus palabras se sintieron como putas puñaladas y tu no querías irte a Portofino. Y tu ibas a decir que no. Tenías un futuro tan brillante delante de ti y yo solo era un jugador de fútbol. (Look, your father and I had a talk. He was so sure you'll leave and I was just looking for the fucking blessing, why couldn't he just smile and hate me in secret? Fuck, baby I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have, but his words hit me like fucking daggers, and you did wanted to go to Portofino, and you were going to say no. You had a bright future ahead, and I was just a football player. Your dad was right)

"Pedro, espera."

You didn't get that much because of how fast he was talking, but enough for you to understand.

"Mi papá te dijo qué?" You ask. (My dad told you what?)

You weren't going to imply that he was lying, but you needed to know if what you heard was right.

"Tu padre y yo." He tries, but you interrupted him.

"Mi papá te dijo qué?" You repeat getting up from the couch.

"Preciosa, por favor sientate." He tries to grab your arms, wanting to calm you down.

"No, Pedro." You back away. "Dime que me estás mintiendo." You can feel the tears. "Pedro, por favor." (Tell me you're lying.)

He cursed mentally at himself. He didn't want to lose you again.

"Y/n, por favor. Déjame explicarte." He's up now, eyes asking for permission to touch you.

"Es solo que. Si él te dijo eso. Entonces todo lo que me dijo a mi fueron mentiras." You say shocked. "Todo este tiempo él me dijo que eras un imbecil por haberme lastimado. Como nos miraba juntos y como estaba con el corazón roto por no vernos juntos en el futuro." You were in a shock moment. "Entonces, todo eso. Todo lo que hice. Todo fue por sus mentiras?" (is just, if he told you that. Then, all the words he told me were just lies. All this time, he told me you were an asshole for hurting me. How he saw us together and how heartbroken he was by us not getting a future together. Then all of that. All I did was. It was because of his lies?)

You tried to take deep breaths.

All the times he let you cry on his shoulder. All the words. All for nothing.

And then he, let you be alone your whole pregnancy, give birth without Pedro.

"Preciosa. Respira por favor." Pedro says, his hands on yours trying to help you breathe. (Baby, breathe, please.)

You shake your head no, you weren't mad at him but at your father.

You free your hands and grab your purse. You needed an explanation. And you were getting one.

"Es que me va a escuchar." You storm out of the house, Pedro calling your name and trying to get you before leaving. "No," you say as he grabs your arm.

"No te voy a dejar ir así." He closed the door back again. "Por favor, vamos a calmarnos."

"Es que no lo entiendes. No sabes lo que hice y ahora más que nunca sé que me vas a odiar por haberlo hecho. Pero no puedo quedarme así." You say, freeing your arm and quickly opening the door. (You don't get it. You don't know what I did. And know I know you'll hate me it. But I can't just let this go)

"Joder, que no te vas a ir." He says, taking your keys. "Mira, no sé que hiciste pero yo jamas te voy a odiar. Por favor, Y/n vamos adentro y hablamos. Cuando te calmes te puedes ir." (Fuck, you're not leaving. Look, I don't know what you did, but I'll never hate you. Please, let's go inside and talk. When you're calmer, you can leave)

"Ven conmigo entonces." You say, grabbing his arm and pushing him to the drivers side. "Te prometo explicarte todo." (Come with me then. I promise I'll explain everything)

He wasn't sure, but he knew how stubborn you're and how you weren't getting back inside.

"Ve por las llaves y cierra la puerta de la casa." He sighs. (Go get the keys and close the door)

While he enters the car, you run back inside and search for the keys where you know he always left them.

Grabbing them and running back outside he has the car on and ready.

"Te recuerdas donde queda la casa de mis padres?" You say grabbing your phone. Texting you father to know if he was home. (Do you remember where my parents' house is?)

"Estas segura?" He asks, really not sure about this whole plan you just thought. "Mira, podemos manejar un rato y así nos calmamos." (Are you sure? Look, we can drive for a while, and we can calm down)

"Pedro, por favor. Hazme caso a mi esta vez." You say as you get a message back saying he was home. (Pedro, please. Listen to me this time)

He didn’t say more.

The drive was quick, something he didn't appreciate.

When he parked outside, you quickly took your seat belt off, running to the door. Thankfully, you still had the key.

"Papá." You scream. "Papá."

You went to his office, he was always there.

"Y/n? Que haces acá?" Your mom says once she sees you. (What are you doing here?)

"Tú sabías?" You ask, angry. "Mamá, tú sabías que Papá le dijo a Pedro que me dejará para yo irme a Italia?" (Did you know? You knew dad told Pedro to break up with me so I could go to Italy)

Your mom stayed quiet.

"Lo sabías" you say. (You knew)

"Calmate, todo tiene explicación." She says, getting closer. (Calm down, everything has an explanation)

"No te me acerques." You say in a tone of voice you didn't even recognize. (Stay away from me)

"Qué carajos esta pasando en esta casa?" You dad says as he approaches both of you. "Y/n mi amor por que gritas?" (What the hell is going on in this house? Y/n, baby, why are you yelling?)

You had to calm yourself. You wanted to slap him. Hurt him. But no, he was your father. And as much as you want to you won't.

"Explicame algo." You say. "Por qué me dijiste que estabas tan triste por mi ruptura con Pedro cuando tú." You say putting your finger on him. "Tú le pediste que me dejara, cuando tú le dijiste que no era suficiente para mí?" (Explain something to me, why did you say you were so sad for my break up with Pedro when you ask him to leave me? You told him he wasn't enough for me)

"No sé de lo que hablas." He says, pushing your hand away. "Estas bien? Te miro alterada, quieres un té?" (I don't know what you're talking about, are you okay? I see you're upset. Do you want some tea?)

"No te atrevas," you say, backing off a little. "Ya sé todo, al menos se hombre para admitirlo." (Don't you dare. I know everything. Be man enough to admit it)

"No me hables así, para empezar." He says, elevating his tone of voice. "Y si lo hice, qué? Yo quería más para ti, no un tipo que se gana la vida pegandole al balón." (Don't talk to me that way. If I did, what about it? I wanted more for you. Not just some dude that makes his bag from kicking a ball)

"Y qué?" You scuff "estas loco? Ustedes dos me manipularon para que yo pensara que Pedro estaba detrás de todo esto, que ya no me amaba. Y para qué? Por sus estúpidos estandares?" (What about it? Are you out of your mind? You two manipulate me into thinking Pedro was behind all of this. You make me believe he didn't love me and for what? For your stupid standars?)

"No son solo estándares, piensa las cosas niña, en serio esperabas que dejáramos que jodieras tu vida? Pagamos cantidades absurdas para que fueras a la mejor universidad solo para que fueras la esposa de un futbolista." He fake laughs. (They're not only standars, think this through kid, were you expect us to let you fucked up your life like that? Paying stupid amounts for you to go to the best college just to settle down to be a footballer wife?)

"Era mi vida," you scream. "mi vida, y ustedes no tenian por que quitarmela." (It was my life, my life. And you don't get to take that away from me.)

"Y/n por favor, cálmate, dejanos explicarte." She tries to hold you, but you push her away. (Y/n, please, calm down, let us explain everything to you)

"No lo entiendes." You say. "No entiendes nada, mamá." (You don't get it. You don't get it, mom)

"Claro que si. Amor por favor."

"No me toques" you yell at her. "Me dais asco." (Don't touch me. You both disgust me)

"Ya basta! Deja el drama." Your dad says as if is nothing. (Oh, stop it. Stop the drama)

You laugh, shaking your head. They don't get it.

"No es drama, papá." You say as the words come out with venom. "Ustedes me manipularon para pensar que todo fue distinto. Mierda, me la pase sola." You cry. (It's not drama, dad. You both manipulated me into thinking everything was different. Shit, you let me be alone)

"No estuviste sola, estábamos contigo. Paulo, Elena, tu papi y yo." You mom says.

"No, no es a lo que me refiero. Me dejaron estar sola nueve meses. Y tú." You point at your mom. "Me convenciste de no decirle nada, de que sola estaba mejor. Y yo te creí, porque pensé que él ya no me quería." You were crying badly at this point. (No, that's not what I meant. You both let me be alone for nine months. And you. You convinced me into not saying anything because I was better alone. And I believed you because I thought he didn't love me anymore)

You clean your tears. They weren't worth it. They don't even care.

"Por ustedes Pedro no conoce a nuestro hijo." You say sadly. "Por ustedes se perdió tantas cosas de nuestro hijo." (Because of you, Pedro doesn't know our child. Because of you, he missed so many things of our child)

"Nuestro qué?" (Our what?)

You feel how the air is stuck in your throat.

You turn around. Here he is, keys in one hand, purse in the other.

"Pedro."

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scoobydooisadetective · 1 year ago

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What this user says is something that has been largely commented here, so I totally agree with her POV. It seems like there's a pattern of attacking him after he has a breakthrough or reaches a new milestone in his career in a tv show or movie.

2019 -- Take into consideration he was in two big international TV shows as a regular in 2018: Aqui en la Tierra/Here on Earth (April 2018) and Narcos: Mexico (November, 2018). He obviously gained a different status -especially with Narcos- so, if he was going to start getting more offers, jobs, roles and fame it was going to happen this year because Narcos was premiered by the end of 2018.

I think it's important to note these two are really critical about politicians/government/power in Mexico.

2023 -- This allegations and everything happened after Black Panther Wakanda Forever. A HUGE milestone. He had been in international films, obviously, but being in Marvel offers him a bigger and better microphone to voice whatever he wants to say. Again, before he can reap what he sow from his hard work, they attack him.

Of course, there's a lot of political context that can be added to this, but we're just watching the years and what happened.

This is my personal take, as usual, so don't take it as a fact, but it feels like 2019 and 2023 have motifs behind them, because at the end of the day, in those years he got bigger as a public figure.

To me, 2017 doesn't really count because no one denounced him in that year or the following. I think, if allegedly, that anon is made up, the person who made that up could have tried to push a narrative to follow fernanda's story but it fell through.

I also think it's tricky to play with that year for some reasons I won't discuss here because we might have eyes on us and I don't want to give ideas lol but if you ask me, I'll tell you privately.

Anyway, I want to end this by adding the following pharagraph from his book:

"Mi trabajo no toca de forma directa los intereses económicos o de poder de políticos, empresarios ni del crimen organizado. Por lo tanto, hablar de racismo no me pone en riesgo mortal ni a mí ni a mi familia. Sin embargo, sí cuestiona la base ideológica que sustenta y perpetúa el poder de todos ellos, y eso, a veces, puede asustarlos todavía más. Por eso, por levantar la voz para denunciar al sistema del cual se benefician, la imagen que he construido de mí mismo a lo largo de 15 años de carrera se ve constantemente socavada por todos ellos: aquellos que pertenecen a la élite o pretenden pertenecer a ese grupo, quienes sienten que sus privilegios y su posición dentro de nuestro sistema racista se ponen en riesgo cada que hablo del tema. Sin embargo, aquí va un intento más."

"My job doesn’t directly touch economic or political interests, businessmen or organized crime. Therefore, talking about racism doesn’t put me or my family at deadly risk. However, it does question the ideological basis that sustains and perpetuates the power of all of them, and that, sometimes, can scare them even more. Because of that, by raising my voice to denounce the system they benefit from, the image I’ve built for myself throughout the past fifteen years of my career is constantly undermined by all of them: those who belong to the elite or are trying to belong to that group, those who feel like their privileges and their position within our racist system are put at risk every time I speak on the subject. However, here’s one more attempt."

A very valid theory on the timeline of Tenoch's "coincidental allegations"

The Tumblr post comes from the anon submission for @cutelatinagirl. I think this is a great theory. We all know how politics works. Also this account is fairly recent to the Tenoch Twitter active scene I noticed, but if you're around just wanted to say, I'm very impressed by your posts.

Link to whole tweet:

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cuando nadie ve // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: secretary!jay x CEO!fem!reader

genre: office!au // warning: none, however, the couple doesn't make an appearance here! this is just the employees (Beomgyu, Yeonjun, Yeji, Keeho, and Hwiyoung) talking about them. // wc: ~1k

previous chapters:

part 1 - carmesí part 2 - mi reina part 3 - millones part 3.5 - hasta los dientes part 4 - vente conmigo part 5 - tusa part 5.5 - apaga y vámonos part 6 - versos de placer

next chapters:

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summary: you and your beloved secretary!Jay are taking a week off of work. meanwhile, your trusted employees begin sharing their thoughts about the two of you.

author’s notes: okay SO! planning to release part 6.5 on the day of my birthday but I am just itching to write something and posting NOW so here is something I literally just cooked up in less than two hours.

stay tuned for the birthday special!

oh the title for this one is a song by Morat. it literally means "when nobody is around," which I find fitting for the context of this minisode lol

and since this is not a .5 part that is 5k long, I have decided to call this a carmesi minisode, so whenever I want to write quick and post fast I will just treat you guys to a 1k-long fic like this! hope you like it babes <3

taglist: @duolingofanaccount @jaylaxies @hee-pster @jaysbiceps @thots4hee @axartia @spxrklyfairydust @nyanggk @end-hyphen @jayked @yoursjaeyun (taglist is open, send an ask if you want to be tagged!)

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The canteen was filled with people lining up and taking their seats. Beomgyu and Yeonjun picked a table by the window so they could watch the view from the highest floor, counting how many red cars pass by as a way to kill time.

“Oh my God, Beomgyu,” Keeho shuffled towards their table, holding a tray of food in his hands. “I just heard two people got fired.”

“Miss Y/N terminated their contract,” Beomgyu corrected as he chewed his food and then swallowed.

“Was it really because they shittalked about Park?” Yeonjun chimed in, grabbing his can of Cola and opening it.

At this point, Yeji joined the table and sat beside Yeonjun. “Are you all gossiping again?” She asked after hearing Jay’s name being mentioned.

Beomgyu shook his head, his slightly long hair dancing around his neck. “I have strict orders from the Miss. I’m not supposed to tell you guys but I will because you’re my closest friends. Miss Y/N didn’t exactly say anything specific, but her behavior screamed queen.”

Yeji frowned at the unusual expression while Yeonjun chuckled, almost choking on his soup. Keeho tapped his finger on the table after properly chewing his food.

“So you’re saying she fired those people for a good reason but shittalking Park was the last straw?” Keeho asked for confirmation.

Beomgyu clicked his fingers at Keeho and nodded. Yeji stared out the window.

“I wish I had someone who had my back like that,” she mumbled, toying with her chopsticks.

“She has all of our backs.”

The four of them shot their heads up to the source of the voice. Hwiyoung grinned and grabbed a seat at the end of the table, joining them.

“If it isn’t our very own knight in shining armor,” Keeho said, welcoming Hwiyoung.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Hwiyoung asked. The others looked at Keeho in anticipation.

“You know, Beomgyu said Miss Y/N is queen, and she’s dating Park so that makes him the prince, and you’re sort of like her right hand at this point so you’re the knight. Or Queensguard?”

Yeonjun chuckled as she shook his head. Yeji smiled and went back to eating her meal.

“Just because the two of them aren’t around, doesn’t mean you can speak about them, you know,” Hwiyoung said in a stern voice, eyes glued to his plate.

“Keeho was just asking a question,” Beomgyu chirped, shifting the blame. Keeho glared at him and he just laughed.

“But since they’re the topic of this discussion,” Hwiyoung continued, “do any of you have a problem with their relationship?”

“That’s my question to ask as HR,” Beomgyu pouted.

Yeji quickly shook her head. “It was devastating when Park took a whole break when they were fighting. I think they should never be separated.”

Yeonjun nodded, immediately agreeing. “I feel like the whole dynamic in the workplace is better when they’re together. I’m not saying she’s incapable without him, but when he assists her everything just makes sense quicker.”

“You’re not just saying that because you’re scared I might report this back to the Miss, right?” Beomgyu eyed each and every one of his coworkers.

Keeho waved one hand, dismissing the idea. “You know what, I think I was in denial for a while because I just thought of them as having a really healthy boss-secretary relationship. It wasn’t until Yeji told me…”

“Really, Keeho? After the dance at that gala, you really couldn’t tell?” Yeji asked.

“I thought Park was just being a professional dancer!” Keeho raised his voice. Hwiyoung chuckled, shaking his head.

“You think of Park really highly,” Yeonjun commented. “What is it, did you use to have a crush on him too?”

Beomgyu cackled and Yeji slapped Yeonjun’s arm.

“Park Jay is a man, okay. He’s younger than me by a year but better than me in every aspect, dude, I just respect him. And now he’s dating our boss? Respect even more.”

“What do you mean by that?” Yeji challenged Keeho. “Like our boss is someone who is supposed to be tamed?”

Keeho showed a glint of panic in his eyes and Hwiyoung smirked at the action.

“Why am I being cornered here? I feel like I’m on Twitter and y’all are just twisting my words,” Keeho sighed. Yeji pouted again and tapped the back of his hand to comfort him.

“So no complaints, right?” Beomgyu stirred the conversation back to its focus. “And since we’re all on the same page I’m gonna need all of you to report back to me if you find other people saying shit about our boss and her lifeline.”

The others just nodded along as they all finished their lunch. Yeji then took a sip of her iced latte as the table fell silent.

“I’m actually really thankful for Park,” Hwiyoung stated, breaking the silence.

Yeji tilted her head, looking at him. “In what way?”

“Well, I don’t think she’d make me her second assistant if she wasn’t dating him. I know for a fact she did that to ease his workload and I’m just happy to get a new position. But Miss Y/N’s overall well-being seems… heightened? I don’t know what’s the word…”

Hwiyoung’s voice trailed off as he tried finding a better way to describe whatever idea he was trying to deliver. The others looked at him, listening intently.

“She just glows differently. In a good way, of course. And you know how she always has her eyebrows furrowed whenever she’s stressed or just really focusing on something?” Hwiyoung stopped to look at the others, making sure they were still listening. “That frown of hers instantly turns into the most endearing smile whenever Park walks into the room.”

“Oh my God,” Yeji said, bringing both her hands up to her mouth. “That is so sweet.”

“Poetic as fuck,” Yeonjun nodded but shaking his head, amazed at Hwiyoung’s description.

Keeho sighed. “If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.”

Beomgyu nodded along. “So we agree that we will do whatever it takes to protect them and just pray that they’re together for life. For the sake of our mental health and the reign of our queen.”

Keeho snorted and elbowed Beomgyu, who was just chuckling at his own choice of words. Hwiyoung glanced at his wristwatch and then cocked his head.

“Break time’s over, get back to work, guys.”

Yeonjun scoffed. “Look at him acting like a boss because Miss Y/N and Park are away for the week.”

Hwiyoung just rolled his eyes as he walked away, taking his empty tray to the drop-off. The rest of them quickly scrambled to their feet too, giggling and talking more as they made their way back to their floors.

-END-

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