#then again por que no los solo uno

[piratesexmachine420]

do I prefer pepsi because I live an evidence-based life, or I like being a milquetoast contrarian...

[ultravioletqueen]

Some time ago my sister introduced me to the world of the video game Hades and its sequel, all the lore and references to Greek mythology fascinate me (I'm a Greek mythology nerd, it's my weakness), I didn't think there would be anything that would bother me about the game Well, except one thing, ODYSSEUS.

Odysseus is by far one of my favorite heroes in Greek mythology, not only for his cunning, gray morals and determination, but also for his immense love for his wife and son, that made him different from the rest of the Greek heroes for me. ,that he was a genuinely loving father and a truly devoted husband even with the situations with circe and calypso, which to clarify, NEITHER OF THE TWO WAS CONSENSUAL, it was extortion and sexual abuse, Odysseus did not want to be with either of them.

For this reason it made me sad to see that Supergiant showed Odysseus as an unfaithful man (when in the Odyssey this man is the personification of simping) who is separated from his wife.

Even if I find the idea interesting that he is lying and Penelope is and working from the shadows like the partner in crime that they are, I have another idea:

After what happened with Circe and Calypso, he thinks that he no longer deserves Penelope, who according to his words "was waiting for years for an unfaithful man" and that is why he separated from her and calls himself "unfaithful" even though both situations were far from his control.

He loves penelope,he loves telemachus,he waited for years to meet them again,but the calypso and circe incident make him feel DIRTY(wich is common in victims of sexual abuse) and not deserving of the love of penelope and penelope in general.

using the lies about being unfaithfull could be a form of trauma block to avoid thinking about the incident,but at the same time it makes him feel WORSE because he thinks he betrayed the WOMAN HE LOVES,HIS SOULMATE AND LITERALLY HIS OTHER HALF.

Im not okay guys...i just want them to be happy again.

(Español)

Hace tiempo mi hermana me introdujo en el mundo del videojuego hades y su secuela,todo el lore y referencias a la mitología griega me fascinan(soy una nerd de mitología griega,es mi debilidad),no pensé que habría algo que me molestaría del juego,bueno,excepto una cosa,ODISEO.

Odiseo es de por lejos uno de mis héroes favoritos de la mitología griega,no solo por su astucia,moral gris y determinacion,sino tambien por el amor inmenso hacia su esposa e hijo,eso hizo que para mi fuera diferente al resto de heroes griegos,que fuera un padre genuinamente amoroso y un esposo realmente devoto aun con las situaciones con circe y calypso que para aclarar NO FUERON CONSENSUADAS NIGUNA DE LAS DOS,fue extorsion y abuso sexual,odiseo no quiso estar con ninguna de las dos.

por esta razon me puso triste el ver que supergiant mostro a odiseo como un hombre infiel (cuando en la odisea este hombre es la personificación del simping) que esta separado de su esposa.

incluso si me parece interesante la idea de que esta mintiendo y penelope trabajando desde las sombras como los partner in crime que son yo tengo otra idea:

que después de lo ocurrido con circe y calypso piensa que ya no se merece a penelope que segun sus palabras "estuvo esperando por años por un hombre infiel" y por eso se separo de ella y se denomina a si mismo como "infiel" aun cuando ambas situaciones estaban lejos de su control.

El ama a penelope,el ama a telemaco,el espejo por años para volver a verlos,pero los incidentes con circe y calypso lo hicieron sentir SUCIO(que es común en víctimas de abuso sexual) y no merecedor del amor de penelope y de penelope en general.

Usar las mentiras sobre ser infiel podría ser una forma de bloqueo traumático para evitar pensar en el incidente, pero al mismo tiempo lo hace sentir PEOR porque cree que traicionó a la MUJER QUE AMA, SU ALMA GAMELA Y LITERALMENTE SU OTRA MITAD.

no estoy bien gente...solo quiero que sean felices otra vez.

[replacementcodeau]

bueno la razón y el motivo por el que todo inicio fueeee porque pomni se quedo dormida durante 2 meses

la historia como mencione comienza inmediatamente después del piloto después de la escena de la cena ella del estrés y agotamiento mental se termina desmayando sobre su plato la ayudan a ir a su cuarto donde se queda dormida 2 meses después ella despierta tras una pesadilla, seguía asustada y muy desconfiada evito a todo el mundo y se escondió bajo unos cubos aun no aceptando la realidad e intentando despertar ahí caine la encuentra e intenta ayudar a que se relaje ===============================

well the reason and the reason why everything started was because pomni fell asleep for 2 months

The story, as I mentioned, begins immediately after the pilot. After the dinner scene, she ends up fainting on her plate due to stress and mental exhaustion. They help her go to her room where she falls asleep. 2 months later she wakes up after a nightmare, she was still scared and very distrustful. She avoided everyone and hid under some cubes, still not accepting reality and trying to wake up. There Caine finds her and tries to help her relax.

saca un álbum de recuerdos y comienza a contarle historias de cosas que sucedieron antes de que ella llegara, intentando hacerle ver que el circo podía ser divertido si tan solo lo intentara (la primera interacción confortante para pomni y la primera vez que alguien parecía disfrutar pasar tiempo con caine) luego de unas horas ella volvió a quedarse dormida y caine la llevo a su cama (al día siguiente ella despertó con normalidad y nunca mas volvió a dormir por más de 1 noche xd) ==================================

He pulls out a album and starts telling her stories about things that happened before she arrived, trying to make her see that the circus could be fun if she just tried.

(the first comforting interaction for pomni and the first time anyone seemed to enjoy spending time with caine) After a few hours she fell asleep again and Caine put her to bed. (the next day she woke up normally and never slept again for more than 1 night xd)

y así es como inicio total lo cuento porque para cuando salga esta parte de la historia ya se habrán olvidado XD ====================

and that's how this story started

I tell it because by the time this part of the story comes out you will have already forgotten XD

[fairlyang]

Si No Es Contigo 🕷️

imagínese andar con algún amigo del chavo que realmente quieres

w/c: 999

pairing: miguel o’hara x latina!reader

tags: 18+ smut. nomas lo quieres a él, y estás segura que el se siente igual, convenciéndolo, grinding, teasing, exhibitionism, blowjob, fingering, quickie

a/n: for any of the bilingual mig lovers🫶🏼 based off the song but mostly the kali uchis remix bc DAMN it’s good

kinktober masterlist | main masterlist

miguel ya anda con otra pero no te lo crees para nada. para empezar, todavía te compra cosas de escondidas de su supuesto amigo como joyería, ropa, y ni se lo tienes que pedir.

el se pone como el loco y defensivo que no y que ya acabó contigo de verdad pero los dos saben que no quieren a nadie más.

entonces cuando sus dos grupos están en un club y su chava se fue para otro lado y su amigo fue a ayudar a traer unos tragos, claro que lo agarraste de la mano para bailar.

“qué haces?!” exclamó en tu oído mientras guías sus manos arriba y abajo de tu cuerpo.

“no crees que ya es tiempo de ser honestos, amor?” le preguntas en voz baja y el gimió.

“nomas a ti se te ocurre hacer esto aquí.” te reclama y trata te soltarse de tu agarre.

“ay por favor Miguel, tu sabes que con ella no es lo mismo. todos lo sabemos pero te haces el necio.” le reclamas, voltiando tu cabeza para verlo bien.

his cheeks were red and he stopped struggling while you continued dancing on him, “estas loca.”

“que me vas a decir que no te gusta?” you murmur then give him a pout.

the song changed to a faster beat and you moved your hips to the rhythm making sure to grind right against him, just how he liked. he groaned again and you let go of his hands to see if he’d let go.

he didn’t.

instead his hands went up and down, purposely avoiding the places you wanted him to touch.

“bien que sabes que no quiero a nadie más eh?” he mocks in your ear and you nod as his hands went down your stomach.

“los dos lo sabemos muy bien.” you reply as his hands went back up and stayed right below your bra.

“dímelo tú primero.” he mutters and you lean your head back against his chest.

no se tomo nada para convencerte porque ya sabías lo que quieras.

a diferencia de el, no te costó nada admitirlo. fue súper fácil porque solo estabas usando a su amigo como procurador hasta que miguel se ponga las pilas.

desafortunadamente, estabas cansada de esperar.

“si no es contigo, no quiero a nadie más.” you murmur and slow down on your grinding.

his hands went down and gripped your hips, pressing himself harder against you making you moan, “no quiero a nadie más…” he purrs into your ear as you could now feel his hard on against your ass.

“no se para que te haces al rogar.” you groan and he just chuckles.

suddenly he grabs your hand, leading you out of the crowd and avoiding your friends while he made his way to the bathrooms.

he opened the door for you both and you both walk in to the crappy men’s bathroom that already had people making out in stalls, by the sinks, and some smoking by the window. he held onto your hand tightly as he lead you into one of the stalls and closed it behind you before slamming you against it and smashes his lips against yours.

your hands are immediately roaming his body when you felt him put his knee between your thighs. you gasp into the kiss prompting him to stick his tongue into your mouth while his hands started to grope your tits and ass.

he pulled away and went down to kiss your neck while he gave your ass hard smacks. your hands were entangled in his curls, pulling on them as he made sure to leave his marks on you.

to really solidify that you were his.

he pulled away only for you to quickly push him off just so you could get on your knees. you undid his belt, the button then the zipper before pulling his pants down to his thighs, “mmm todo para mi, bebé?” you ask, looking at him through your lashes.

“nomas para ti mamita, tu ya lo sabes. nada me puede separar de ti.” he murmurs while bringing a hand to your head.

his words sent shivers down your entire body and those butterflies were also going crazy, like always.

“rápido okay?” he says making your smirk, “claro.”

your hands slide his boxers down and you quickly spit on it then immediately take him into your mouth, you took as much as you could before pulling back then going back down, taking him all while he moaned above you.

the bathroom was already filled with the sounds of moans from other people and you knew no one was going to specifically pay attention to his.

you did that for a solid minute before he pulled you up to your feet and you looked at him confused until he lifted one of your legs up and started rubbing your clit through your panties, “tan bonita.”

you fight back a moan as he stood behind you, holding you steady as he went faster. after a few more seconds he got impatient and moved your panties to the side.

without any warning, he slid two fingers into you and instantly set a fast pace because you were already drenched. “sabía que nomás me quisiste dar celos.” he mumbles making you roll your eyes.

“tu empezaste…” you mutter and accidentally moan when he goes harder.

“mhm, lo que tú digas angelita.” he teases then pulls his fingers out making you whine.

that quickly changed when he slid inside you and you had no time to adjust as he started pounding into you. his right hand was holding your right leg up while his left was around your waist, holding onto you tightly.

his thrusts were hard and deep, keeping to his word that it’ll be quick. he stretched you out to perfection, like always.

el siempre te cuidaba en todas las maneras que importaban. nunca te deja insatisfecha, ni ahorita por algún milagro que se vino adentro de ti.

[killykstudio]

Melancholia

Miguel O'Hara x Cheated on!Reader

Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6;

Warnings: 18+, no minors, heavy smut, fingering , spanking , dom! Miguel, dirty talking, mention of mental illness, self loathing.

Summary: after taking care of you, Miguel decides that you deserve a punishment due to your behaviour.

Author's note: since there are a lot of Spanish sentences in this part I've put the translation near to them, so enjoy!

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"uno" Spank!

"dos" Spank!

"T-tres" Spank!

"cua-a-tro" Spank!

"c-cHinCO" Spank!

"chinco"(it's "chinco" (five))

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

"m-miguel!" You moaned.

"Empecemos... De nuevo" (let's try it again). His voice was suave, sultry and deep. You whimper.

"u-uno" Spank!

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You forgot for how long he has been torturing your delicate buns. You were still wearing his short , but their legs were pulled up enough to show your skin.He made you count all the slaps he gave you in Spanish. After all you were the one to ask him to teach you the language.Every time you inevitably got the numbers pronunciation wrong ,he would start all over again. at every hit ,you rewarded him with a moan from your plumb lips, that he has bitten to the point of draining blood. His name slips from your mouth like a prayer, but with difficulty , since he has put two fingers in your mouth. You were already a mess , drooling all over the sheets and feeling your slit becoming more and more wet at every slap.

"c-cin-quen-t-ta"(fifty) Spank!

"Bien..." His finger leaves your mouth with pop. A string of saliva still connects them to your mouth. He leans back, takes off his shirt, takes both of your wrists and ties them together. Then he props your ass higher and takes off his shorts from you.

"tan mojada... Solo por esto, muñeca? (So wet... Only from this, babydoll?)

You whine at the cold air on your slit. He takes with his huge hands your peach cheeks, opening them further , a string of cum leaving your cunt.

"esto coño es solo por para mí ¿Tengo razón? (this cunt is only for me , am I right?)

"what are y-" Spank!

You gasp by the sudden sting. Your cunt clenching at nothing.

"solo español" (only Spanish) his severe voice sending shivers to your spine

"s-í" you cry out

"bueña muñeca... Mereces una recompensa" ( good "girl"... You deserve a prize)

Immediately your cunt was filled by two thick fingers.

"ah! Miguel!"

He starts pounding into you with such a fierce speed, touching all your weak spots. Your mind starts going dumb. He doesn't seem to slow down. You present him with your cutest sounds.

"Miguel!....Fuck!" Spank!

Meanwhile destroying your body with waves of pleasure he takes his shorts stained by your juice and puts them in your mouth to ease your moans.

You are drooling all over the sheets. You nails digging so hard in your palm. You can feel it , your climax approaching. It feels divin-

"que maravilla"(wonderful).your eyes widen, your cunt clenching at nothing and your body squirming in search for him. He just pulled out his finger from you , leaving you desperate for your release.

He takes of his shorts from your mouth.

"Repite después de mí" ( repeat after me)

"Mi amor" (my love)

"M-Miguel pleas- Spank!

"Se honesta, ¿lo haces a propósito? Te gusta ser azotada por mí" ( be honest, you do it on purpose? You like being spanked by me)

"repite,mi amor" ( repeat, love)

"Mmi a-amor"

"Buena" (good girl)

He flips you over your back and leans down over your slit , just his breath almost making you cum.

"te amo" ( I love you) he rolls his tongue on your clit. The feeling makes your eye roll in your back

Slap!

You gasp in pleasure and arc your back . This time he gave you a less hard slap on your slit.

"te- te amo"

He does a long lick from your hole to your pulsing clit, then he sucks on it and release it with a pop ,only to continue doing cats licks on it.

"quiero que estemos juntos..."(I want us to stay together)As he saying it you feel his breath and his tongue playing on your nerves

"q-quieRo q-u-e estEmos jUntos" at this point you are a babbling mess.

"para siempre" (for ever)

"pa-pa-para siiemp-Ah!

Three fingers slip inside your folds, the sudden stretch making you see the stars.

"deja ese pendejo y quedate conmigo te tratare como te mereces..." (Leave that bastard and stay with me ,so I can treat you the way you deserve)

His speed increases more and more with you becoming more and more near your release

"Miguel! I'm cu- "Slap!

"FUCK!" slap!

Your vision is becoming more blurred, your nerves are on fire , your body it's starting to shake-

"Acaba para mi , muñeca" (cum for me , babydoll)

you raise your head and you meet his gaze...

"Fuck!" You cum just by his expression: full of lust , red eyes , his mouth and chin dirty by your juices, his curls in disorder. Fuck he looked so pussy drunk.

He carries you through your release, sucking your sensible bud and getting his finger out to plant his hand on your bladder. This makes your flames turn into an explosion of white pleasure. You scream his name again again

"Miguel! Miguel! Migue-

"¿Sí?"

Morning light hits your eyes , making you find cover under the sheets.

As your sleepiness was leaving your body and your brain started igniting your nerves back, you realised.

It was just a wet dream!?

"everything okay y/n?" You hear Miguel's voice from another room.

What the fuck? Why did I dream something like that... I mean...no,please... I can't be this stupid... Did I fall in love with him?! Just from an act of mercy?!Oh, God! I'm completely crazy! completely gone ! Also a maniac. He would think I'm repulsive if he knew. Poor Miguel being stuck with someone like me, he would be ashamed to have someone like me to like him. I feel so sorry for him, I mean...Wait...when did I fall asleep?... everything he said meanwhile he brought me to his bed...Him teach me how to say muNeCa...was... Me dreaming or...

Fuck! You feel... sticky down there... so you bring two fingers on your covered slit and touch it to check

You are soaking wet

"¿Muñeca?"

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Author's notes: Yikes!! It was so difficult to write smut , but here we are! I think it was time for something spicy after all the drama even though it's just a dream. Anyway part 5 has been released, so go catch it! And thank you for reading!

[spidybaby]

Begin Again | Part two

Summary: After your son was born, your friend made you realize how much you were wrong for hiding him from Pedro.

Warnings: Cursing.

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

Part one

September 2026

"Cómo estas?" He says happily. (How are you?)

Elena only smiled, not knowing how to react. Her friend was not there but she still felt the pressure.

"Tas solita?" (Are you alone?)

"No, de hecho estoy con unos amigos, como estamos celebrando mi cumpleaños." (No, actually, I'm here with some friends celebrating my birthday).

"Joder, feliz cumpleaños." (Fuck, happy birthday).

He hugged her, that's when she noticed he's drunk.

"Tu estas solo?" (Are you alone?)

"No," he laughs. "Bueno, si." (Well, yes).

"Si o no?" She got serious

"Fernando se enojo conmigo, peleamos y se fue. Entonces me quedé porque conoci a John, es un tipazo, quieres conocerlo?" (Fernando got mad at me. We got into a fight, and he left. So, I stayed and I met John, he's an awesome dude, wanna meet him?)

"Quieres que te lleve a tu hotel? Estás ebrio Pedro" she grabbed his arm, taking him outside at a little table that was alone. (Do you want me yo take you to your hotel? You're drunk).

"No, tu estas celebrando." He says laughing. "Te invito a un shot por tu cumpleaños." (No, you're celebrating, let me buy you a shot for your birthday).

He grabbed her hand and took her back inside. She was worried about him. He used to not drink until getting drunk unless he was with friends or people he trusted. He was alone.

"Two shots," he shouted at the bartender.

"Pedrito," Elena called his attention. "Luego del shot nos vamos a tu hotel, si?" (After this, we're going back to your hotel, okay?)

He nodded, his shot glass and yours making noise as they made contact.

"Esperame acá, por favor." She sits him at the bar chair. "Pete, hand me a bottle of water, and charge the shot onto my tab." (Wait for me here.)

She hurried to her table, explaining to her boyfriend and friends the situation. Her boyfriend gave her the car keys.

"Pedro, puedes darme tu telefono y cartera?" (Pedro, can I have your phone and wallet?)

The state he's in makes him obey your order.

"Pete, how much he owes?"

The bartender prints the check.

Elena almost fell back when she noticed he owned more than twenty thousand.

"Pedro! Por qué pediste cinco botella de champaña y dos de tequila?" (Pedro! Why did you order five bottles of champagne and two tequila ones?)

He only laughs, not caring about it.

"Voy a pagar, no tienes algo que ir a buscar? Ya nos vamos." (I'm paying, you need to get anything from your table?)

"Noup," he says as a little kid.

Elena handed the bartender his card, paying the crazy bill. She knows that John dude probably ordered most of that.

"Vamos, Pedrito" (Let's go, Pedrito).

He takes her hand and let her guide him.

"Me cago, los putos paparazzi." (Fuck it, the fucking paparazzi.) Elena says, mad about the whole crowd. "Pedro, vamos a salir y correr hasta mi carro, si?" (Pedro, were getting out and running to my car, okay?)

He nodded, not caring.

When the security guy opened the door, the flashing from the cameras didn't wait to capture the moment, the same guard helped you making space.

Holding harder into his hand, Elena starts running. Pedro did the same as he laughs, finding the whole thing funny.

Once they reached the car, she opened the door for him, seeing his stage. Elena made a mental note to thank her boyfriend for the dark tinted windows.

"Desbloquea tu celular." (Unlock your phone).

"Por qué?" He's in that stage where he's acting like a toddler.

"Pedrito, por favor."

"Noup" he laughs

"Por la que te parió, Pedro González Lopez desbloquea el teléfono, tengo que llamar a tu hermano" She says angrily. (For fucks sake, Pedro González Lopez, unlock the phone, I have to call your brother.)

He unlock his phone and hand it back to her.

She goes quickly to the phone and calls his brother, easy to find as it is basically named "Fer Hermano"

One, two, three calls and Fernando didn't answer.

So she decide to call him from her own phone.

"Hola?" Fernando says. "Hola?"

"Fer, Hola." She says happy, relieved he picked. "Soy Elena, me recuerdas?" (Fer, Hi. It's Elena, do you remember me?)

"Elena," he laughs. "Tu prima y yo estamos juntos, claro que te recuerdo, más porque estuvimos cenando juntos hace un mes." (Your cousin and I are dating, of course I remember you, especially because we had dinner a month ago together.)

She feels the blush creeping her face.

"Era una prueba. Y pasaste." (It was a test, you passed).

"Aja, que sucede?" (Mhm, what's going on?)

"Tengo a Pedro en el asiento del copiloto, borracho, dice que estaban juntos." (I have Pedro on the passenger seat. He's drunk and says you two were together.)

"Eras tu llamando desde su celular?" (It was you calling?)

"Si, idiota." (Yes, idiot.)

He stayed silent, Elena only heard his breathing.

"Dile a Fer hola por mi." (Say hi to Fer)

"No, ponte el cinturon." (put your seat belt on).

"Estamos en el Midland," Fernando says, hearing her brother getting scolded by Elena.

"Bien, estamos algo cerca, llegare en un rato."

She hang up without waiting for him.

The trip to the hotel was fast due to the time. It was past one in the morning. Pedro was answering some text messages, he was quiet.

Once she made it, she asked for permission to enter the parking since the guard was a fan of Barça, he agreed.

Elena helped Pedro reach the lobby and then his room.

"Si sabes que mañana estaremos en las noticias, verdad?" He asks. "Lo siento, te hice dejar tu cumpleaños." (You know we're going to be all over the news, right? I'm sorry I made you leave your party).

She only nodded, smiling at him. He was so different. He has big bags under his eyes, and he looks tired.

"Venga, te voy a buscar ropa limpia, date un baño." She lightly pushed him towards the bathroom. "Quieres algo de comer? Te pediré algo." (I'll get you some clean clothes, go take a bath. Are you hungry? I'll order you some food).

"Te quedaras a comer algo conmigo?" He asks, looking at her. (Will you stay with me for a bite?)

Elena knew she shouldn't. She knew you wouldn't be okay with that, but she felt bad for him. She knew about his baby, and he didn't. He was losing it. And you weren't.

"Si, me comprarás a un pedazo de pastel." She says laughing. (Yes, you'll buy me a piece of cake).

She went to his luggage, picked a normal t-shirt and some exercise shorts.

"Hi, I want to order some food." She says on the phone. "Room 626, I want to order a club sandwich, a very black coffee with no sugar, please."

She says thank you as the lady confirmed the order for the room.

When Pedro was done, she waited outside for him to get changed.

"Elena, pasa ya." (Elena, come in).

Just in time for the room service to arrive with the food.

"Y tu pastel?" Dijo un ya más sobrio Pedro. (Where's your cake?)

"No había, pero no importa, te voy a robar patatas." (They didn't have none, it's okay, I'll have some of your french fries.)

They ate and have a nice talk, Elena showed him the tweets about them, and they laughed at some of the comments.

"Cómo esta ella?" Pedro asked. That question was burning his brain out. (How is she?")

"Esta bien, trajando duro, hace un rato no hablamos. (She's fine, working hard. We haven't seen each other).

He nodded. Staying silent.

"Bueno, ya comimos, ya estas listo para dormir, estarás bien?" (Well, we ate, and you're ready for bed, will you be okay?)

He nodded.

"Gracias, por todo, por cuidarme, por traerme, por asegurarte que comiera, por todo." (Thank you, for everything, for taking care of me, for bringing me back, for making sure I eat)

"No digas gracias, tu y yo hemos sido amigos por años Pedro, pero por favor, no te juntes con curros llamadas John, te has gastado una buena pasta en el bar y nisiquiera fue para ti." (Don't say thank you. We've been friends for years now, but please don't hang out with dudes named John. You spent good money at the bar, and it wasn't on yourself).

He laughed but agreed.

Elena helped him with the plate and cups. She filled a glass of water and left him two pills for his hangover tomorrow.

Once she's back to the club, she texted you, sending you the tweet and explaining everything. She believes you'll be mad with her.

But you weren't, you didn't thank her but you did say that you appreciate her taking care of him.

Even when you decided that you didn't want to inform him about your baby, you would never wish anything bad to happen to him, no matter the rumors, the girls, nothing. You loved him, and he was the father of your baby.

You dismissed Elena, texting her to go back to partying and to drink in your honor.

October 2026

You were ready for your baby to come to this world.

Paulo was so excited about that. He helped you with the nursery, and even his girlfriend was there. He couldn't wait to be a uncle.

"Te sigue doliendo?" Eliza, the girlfriend of your brother, asks you. (Still hurts?)

You knew you shouldn't eat too much. You already were uncomfortable with he swelling and being tired all day. But here you're, with stomach pain because you decide to eat three taco bell burritos.

"Solo es el dolor momentáneo." (It's the slight pain).

Eliza looks at your actions, and without telling, she pays attention to the time. Just to make sure.

"Te traeré agua." (I'll bring you some water).

Your parents and brother were outside, having some dinner, while Eliza and you were enjoying a movie.

The pain came back exactly twenty minutes later. "Me arrepiento de ese burrito." (I regret that burrito).

"Ahora vuelvo." Eliza says, leaving the room.

She messages Paulo, telling him that she believes you're in labor. Explaining that the stomach pains were contractions, but she didn't say anything because she didn't want to make you nervous.

Paulo and your parents arrived quickly. When you describe the pains to your mom, she explained you're in labor.

She helps you pick everything you need and puts you in the car. Once you arrive at the hospital, thank goodness your mom has everything ready, and they let you in quickly.

"Yo quería que naciera en Barcelona, como nosotros." (I wanted him to be born in Barcelona, just like we did.) You say to Paulo.

"Tranquila, ser Italiano no es tan malo." (Relax, being Italian is not that bad).

"Ay callate, lo sé" you laugh (oh shut up, I know).

You were thankful for the birthing process. The pain was light.

The doctor who was taking care of your full pregnancy and the one who was going to help with the delivery walks into the room.

She checked you and explained that you're ready to push. Paulo left, and your mom took his place.

You can't help the sad feeling. She was supposed to be there, yes, but he was also supposed to be next to you, holding your hand, saying sweet words while you push his baby.

But he wasn't, and that's something you wanted. You needed to remind that.

March 2027

"No puedo, me rindo." Elena says. "Cómo lo haces?" (I can't, I'm giving up. How you do it?)

"Lena," you laugh. "Es un pañal." (It's a diaper).

"No puedo, ya voy tres y no puedo." (I can't, I've used three, and I can't).

You laughed at her being mad about not knowing how to change the baby, even after you slowly showed her, not once, not twice, how to do it.

You baby was beautiful. He looked like the perfect combination between Pedro and you.

He has his long lashes, his lips, his eyes, but your nose, your eyebrows, and thank God his hair.

"Sé que me odiaras por preguntar." Elena says. "Pero, en serio no quieres que él sepa? Te la pasas diciendo "el cabello de papá, los ojos de papi." Pero, no te parece que él merece saber sobre su hijo y Polo merece saber sobre su padre? Ahora puede ocultarlo pero en unos años cuando Polo pregunté que diras? "Lo siento bebé, no tienes." O que excusa diras?" (I know you'll hate me for asking, but do you really want to keep this a secret? You keep saying, "Daddys hair, Daddys eyes," but, don't you think he deserves to know about his son? And don't you think Polo deserves to know his father? When he asks you, what will you say? "Sorry baby, you don't have one," or what excuse will you use?)

You stayed silent. You knew he deserved to know. Pedro and you talked about having kids, how many and how you were taking them to the stadium for his matches, with the little "Papi" on their backs and his number.

"Yo entiendo tus motivos, pero no puedo callar lo que pienso, soy tu amiga y siempre te he dicho las cosas claras, la estas cagando Y sé que tus padres apoyaron tu idea, incluso y aún que lo niegues se que tu madre te dio esa idea. Pero vamos, ustedes no tienen que volver, solo déjalo saber." (I understand why you did it, but I can't keep being silent. I'm your friend and I've always told you the things straight, you're fucking up. And yes, I know your parents supported the idea of you keeping it from him, even if you tell me it's a lie. I think your mom gave you the idea. But c'mon, you don't have to get back together. Just let him know).

You remain silent, fixing the diaper.

"No crees que Rosy y Fernando merecen ver a su nieto? No crees que Fer merece ver a su sobrino? No crees que estas siendo injusta?" (Don't you think Rosy and Fernando deserve to see their grand baby? Don't you think Fer deserves to see his nephew? Don't you think you're being unfair?)

After a while of the silence, Elena moves off the floor.

"Yo te amo, eres mi mejor amiga, mi hermana si quieres, pero esto esta mal. Tu lo sabes." She says, grabbing her stuff."No sé que te dijo tu mamá para que estés tan firme con esta idea, pero en serio piensa las cosas, tu hijo no tiene porque pagar por los errores que ustedes como pareja cometieron" (I love you, you're my best friend, my sister even if you like, but this is wrong and you know it. I don't know what your mom told you for you to be so stuck up into this, but please think twice. Your son is not the one to blame for the mistakes you and Pedro made as a couple).

You heard the front door, she was mad, and Elena is a very calm but electric person, and she was right. Even if you hate to admit it.

"No, deja de pensar en tonterías." Your mom says. "Elena no entiende, ella no es madre. No le hagas caso." (No, stop thinking that Elena doesn't understand. She's not a mom, so don't pay attention).

"Mami, pero tiene razón." (Mommy, but she's right).

"Claro que no, que quieres? Que Pedro te quite al niño? Porque es es lo que estas buscando." (Of course not, what do you want? For Pedro to take you to court and take your son away? Because that's what you're looking for).

"Pedro no seria capaz, no digas esas cosas." You say in a serious tone. "Pedro no es así, deja de querer dejarlo en mal." (Pedro would never do that. Don't say that. He's not like that. Stop trying to make him the bad guy).

"Okay, y/n. Entonces haz lo que quieras, toma." She hands you the phone. "Llámalo, pero cuando te quite al niño no vengas llorando a pedir ayuda." (Okay, do whatever you want, here, call him, but when he takes the baby away, don't come back crying for help).

You shake your head.

"Mami, pero Elena si tiene razón, Rosy y Fernando tienen los mismos derechos que ustedes, como te sentirías si yo no te dejara ver al bebé?" (Mommy but Elena is right, Rosy and Fernando have the same rights as you two. How would you feel if I denied you to see my son?)

"Bueno, ya te dije. No vengas llorando cuando él se quiera quedar con tu hijo." (Well, I already told you, don't come back crying when your son is taken away from you).

"Puedes parar! Pedro no es así, no haría eso." (Can you stop, he's not like that, he wouldn't).

She only breathes deep and gives the baby a kiss goodbye. "Haz lo que quieras." (Do whatever you want).

She left angry at you.

You don't know what to do. You think about it, and the words of your mom scare you. Deep down, you know he would never try to take your baby away. But as a new mom, these insecurities that you never had before are now raising.

"Tranquilo Polito, déjame pensar bien las cosas, si? Estoy nerviosa, no sé que hacer, tu tía Elena tiene razón." You say bouncing the baby on your arms. (Don't worry, Polito, let your mother think everything. I'm nervous, I don't know what to do, Auntie Elena is right).

You like to speak with him, even when he couldn't answer, he just listened and looked at you with those beautiful honey eyes.

"Mira, no le digas a nadie, pero tu abuela me asusta, y yo sé que papi jamás haría algo de lo que ella dice. Sabes algo? Papi tiene un corazón tan puro, es muy amable, y estoy segura que te va a amar incondicionalmente." (Look, don't tell this to anyone, but grandma scares me. And I know daddy would never do anything she's saying. You know, Daddy has such a pure heart, he's so kind and I'm sure he'll love you unconditionally).

You smile at the way he's looking at you, so focus on your words.

You think for a while, and remember the email you got. A work offer in Barcelona. The company you work for is opening a new business in Barcelona and asked you to be the head of them, since you used to live there and you know the language.

"Sabes, tal vez tu tía esté loca, pero tampoco digas eso, si? Eso es entre mami y tu" you kiss him. "Pero, razón no le falta mijo, y tus abuelitos merecen conocerte, tu abuela Rosy va a amarte tanto. Sobre todo tu tío Fer, te va a querer vestir como él, pero no como tu tío Paulo, Tío fer tiene un estilo totalmente diferente, te gustará." (You know, maybe Auntie Elena is crazy, but don't say that. That's between Mommy and you. She's crazy but right, your grandparents deserve to know you. Oh, your granny Rosy is going to be so in love with you and your uncle Fer. He will be head over heels for you. He will dress you like him, but not like Uncle Paulo. Your uncle Fer has a totally different style. You'll like it).

You put him to sleep and sat down, answering the mail with the decision of accepting the job. You know you want to go back, you know he'll be mad, but he's not taking him away.

You feel your phone vibrating next to you. It was a text from Paulo.

("Look at what I just posted. Eliza told me to post it." "You posted where? Outside?" "Instagram, smart-ass. Also, send me a picture of Polito.")

You laugh at your brother, obsessed with your son.

(One like and I'll stole him)

You laugh hard and like the post. Oh, you love your brother.

Your boss answered the email quickly, asking to talk with you tomorrow morning, wanting to give you all the details about the work.

You texted Paulo about babysitting Polo, and he immediately say yes.

You closed the laptop and walked over to the crib in your room. "Voy a hacer lo mejor para ti." (I'll do the best for you.)

"We are so happy to have you as the new head for Barcelona."

"I'm happy too, I can't wait for this."

"And please, since you're basically working for the other location now, uses this time for the moving. If you need any help, please let me know, I'll help you with everything.

You shake hands with him and finish with the whole signing of the contract.

"Thank you, again. I'll do my best."

You say your goodbyes and excited for this, texted Elena, you needed her to know, after being the biggest cheerleader for this to happen. After you received the message, you called her, apologized, and asked her for advice.

A notification for Instagram takes you out of the chat, Paulo posted something and tagged you on it.

(Petition for @/yourusername, to let me dress Polo forever).

You shake your head smiling, oh, to be Polo, so loved and always being shown off.

You were nervous, but you needed to do this. For yourself and for your son.

And even if you don't say it out loud, you were doing this for Pedro. For him and your son to be able to grow together, for him to hear his first words, see his first steps, and even be able to teach him some football.

"Okay, let's go home and pack." You say to yourself. "Barcelona, here we go."

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@alwaysclassyeagle @footballerficsposts @gulphulp @cinderellawithashoe @jajajhaahaha @bellinghambby22

[noloseaquihaympreg]

He vuelto!.

Hola, si, asi es, yo de nuevo, y con un nuevo dibujo ;). Y ahora tambien con una breve historia. Disfruten!.

Johnny era un provenía de una familia de granjeros, desde muy pequeño se le enseño como es que debia seguir con el legado de la familia, el unico problema, es que Johnny era hijo unico, por lo que siempre tuvo que trabajar arduamente para mantener en funcionamiento la granja. Aunque no estuvo solo, su padre contrataba frecuentemente personal masculino para ayudar. Estos hicieron despertar sentimientos en Johnny, el cual buscaba algo mas que amistad con alguno de ellos, por desgracia los empleados no tardaban mucho tiempo porque no soportaban el trabajo duro.

Hasta que finalmente llego quien seria ahora su actual novio, John. Al igual que Johnny , John era hijo unico, y el actualmente ha dejado la casa de sus padres para seguir sus sueños. Desde que Johnny miro a John vio algo diferente, era alguien más alto que el, fuerte, y muy amable, ademas de muy atenton con los animales de la granja. Con el tiempo se fueron haciendo amigos y se fueron conociendo poco a poco. Inesperadamente fue John quien le propuso a Johnny el ser novios, a lo cual el acepto sin dudarlo.

Los padres de Johnny tomaron esto de buena manera, siempre fueron abiertos a cualquier cosa, y tomaron a John como uno más de la familia.

Quien diria que poco tiempo despues la familia se volveria más grande. Hoy en dia Johnny posa para su futuro esposo y padre de sus hijos, la misma pose en la cual concibieron a sus bebes. Mostrando el evidente crecimiento que ha tenido en su vientre. Aun no saben cuantos bebes tendran, pero algo es seguro, seran mas que dos bebes. Y no seran los unicos, Johnny y John ya planearon tener muchos mas bebes. Ahora la granja familiar tendra muchas bocas que alimentar.

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I'm back!.

Hello, yes, that's right, me again, and with a new drawing ;). And now also with a brief history. Enjoy!

Johnny came from a family of farmers, from a very young age he was taught how to continue the family legacy, the only problem was that Johnny was an only child, so he always had to work hard to keep up. farm operation. Although he was not alone, his father frequently hired male staff to help. These awakened feelings in Johnny, who was looking for something more than friendship with some of them. Unfortunately, the employees did not take long because they could not stand hard work.

Until finally, who would now be his current boyfriend, John, arrived. Like Johnny, John was an only child, and he has now left his parents' home to follow his dreams. Since Johnny looked at John he saw something different, he was someone taller than him, strong, and very kind, as well as very attentive to the farm animals. Over time they became friends and got to know each other little by little. Unexpectedly, it was John who proposed to Johnny to be a couple, to which he accepted without hesitation.

Johnny's parents took this in a good way, they were always open to anything, and they took John as one of the family.

Who would have thought that shortly after that the family would become bigger. Today Johnny poses for her future husband and father of her children, the same pose in which they conceived their babies. Showing the obvious growth he has had in his belly. They still don't know how many babies they will have, but one thing is for sure, there will be more than two babies. And they won't be the only ones, Johnny and John already planned to have many more babies. Now the family farm will have many mouths to feed.

[flan-tasma]

HOLA DE NUEVOOO, cmo andas? q pena ya agarré confianza☹️☹️ pero me acorde de esa bromita q se hacían entre novios donde uno se limpiaba los besos del otro y quería saber como reaccionarian algunillos, nomas pido a tighnari y chongyun, pero si queres agregar a alguno(o quitarlo, no tengo problemas la vrdd!!) por favor y graciasss i lov tu escrituraa

~💖 Con confianza, aquí todos somos amixes 👍🏻

Diosmio- Me tardé más de la cuenta porque no estaba segura si me gustaban los banners o si los cambiaba ;;;; Pero aquí está, finalmente ✨

Warning: Nope now💖, GN!Reader | English is not my native language, so if I have made any mistakes in the translation, I am open to corrections | Content in spanish and english!

Spanish:

A este hombre no le hace la más mínima gracia, puedo verlo aplanar sus orejas mientras su confusión pasa a molestia.

Se queda con la boca abierta y el ceño fruncido porque no encuentra lo divertido.

Se aleja, resentido, y puedes verlo de mal humor el resto del día cada vez que te ve.

Probablemente en algún momento del día decida ser un adulto y habla contigo acerca de lo que hiciste, pero en el momento se comporta un poco malcriado.

¿Por qué te limpiarías un beso de tu novio? Él jamás haría algo así contigo, entonces no le cabe en la cabeza que lo hagas.

Ambos resuelven las cosas, pero no piensa besarte nuevamente hasta que tú lo hagas primero y dejes las bromas tontas para otro momento.

Otro que está confundido.

Literalmente se queda quieto mientras sigues caminando, lo tomaste por sorpresa de mala manera.

Es un perrito que parece que lo abandonaron en la calle, se ve triste y confundido porque él te quiere mucho y te ama y le cuesta expresar ese amor por la vergüenza, pero lo hizo finalmente y tú le haces esto.

Es una cosita triste hasta que le aclaras que es una broma y que no querías hacerlo sentir mal.

Él entiende, pero no sé queda tranquilo hasta que le des el afecto que quería, luego lo deja pasar.

Pero no lo olvida, jamás lo olvidará, creo que lo usará en algún otro momento cuando ustedes estén bromeando.

Te mira confuso y se molesta, pero no le importa, te besará de nuevo.

Si te quitas ese otro beso, te besará otra vez, y otra vez y otra vez.

Bienvenido a un bucle temporal en el que Nobile te besa cuántas veces sea necesario mientras se queja de que te borras su marca de amor.

Creo que en algún punto, si no lo detienes, él solo te mirará y pensará en si hizo algo que te hizo enojar, pero eso no es razón suficiente para que borres sus besos.

Incluso si le revelas que es una broma, él vuelve a besarte mil veces para asegurarse de que esta vez no te vas a quitar nada.

No entiende los motivos, pero empezarás a escuchar pequeñas gotas de lluvia golpeando la ventana.

Si están en público es peor porque él se queda parado mientras la lluvia lo moja y sus ojos te gritan que expliques por qué pareces rechazar su amor.

Discúlpate lo antes posible y explícale que es una broma. Él dirá que es de mal gusto, pero la lluvia se irá poco a poco.

Ya no te quiere dejar ir, solo piensa en que te parecía gracioso pretender que no querías sus besos y se pone triste otra vez.

Necesita que lo valides y que le recuerdes que lo amas o no podrá dormir bien en un mes.

No entiende por qué es divertido, pero no quiere que lo hagas de nuevo, por favor, no lo hagas de nuevo.

English:

This man is not amused in the slightest, I can see him flatten his ears as his confusion turns to annoyance.

He's left with his mouth open and his brow furrowed because he doesn't find it funny.

He walks away, resentful, and you can see him sulking the rest of the day whenever he sees you.

Probably at some point during the day he decides to be an adult and talks to you about what you did, but at the moment he acts a little bratty.

Why would you wipe away a kiss from your boyfriend? He would never do something like that with you, so he can't imagine you doing it.

You both work things out, but he doesn't plan on kissing you again until you do it first and leave the silly jokes for another time.

Another one who is confused.

He literally stands still as you continue walking, you took him by surprise in a bad way.

He is a little dog who seems to have been abandoned on the street, he looks sad and confused because he loves you very much and loves you, and it is difficult for him to express that love because of his shame, but he finally did it and you do this to him.

He's a sad little thing until you clarify that it's a joke and you didn't want to make him feel bad.

He understands, but he doesn't stay calm until you give him the affection he wanted, then he lets it go.

But he doesn't forget it, he will never forget it, I think he will use it some other time when you guys are joking around.

He looks at you confused and gets upset, but he doesn't care, he will kiss you again.

If you take away that other kiss, he will kiss you again, and again, and again.

Welcome to a time loop in which Childe kisses you as many times as necessary while he complains about you erasing his love mark.

I think at some point, if you don't stop him, he'll just look at you, and he'll think about whether he did something to make you angry, but that's not enough of a reason for him to erase kisses from him.

Even if you reveal to him that it's a joke, he kisses you a thousand times again to make sure you're not going to take anything away this time.

He doesn't understand the reasons, but you will start to hear small raindrops hitting the window.

If you're in public, it's worse because he stands there while the rain soaks him and his eyes scream at you to explain why you seem to reject his love.

Apologize as soon as possible and explain that it is a joke. He will say it is in bad taste, but the rain will go away little by little.

He doesn't want to let you go anymore, he just thinks about how funny you thought it was to pretend that you didn't want his kisses and he gets sad again.

He needs you to validate him and remind him that you love him, or he won't be able to sleep well for a month.

He doesn't understand why it's funny, but he doesn't want you to do it again, please don't do it again.

[alas9]

50/100 / English down below

Estas son fotos de mi trabajo y mi escritorio del día de hoy :)

Llegué a la mitad de los 100 días de productividad! y los días han pasado livianamente como si nada, con dos proyectos empezados y tres certificaciones, mas de 200 horas de practica en total, y muchísimas mas ganas de seguir. Creo que es seguro decir que tenemos un habito despierto nuevamente, el habito del estudio.

Hay muchas formas de lograr la disciplina, ya que a algunos nos puede costar mas que a otros. Pero hay algo que es universal y es el hecho de movernos por nuestras convicciones. Una vez un profesor de bellas artes dijo algo que me voló la mente: "Somos todo lo que somos y lo que no somos. Porque lo que somos nos define por dentro, y lo que no somos nos define por fuera". Está en nosotros elegir que lado de nuestra definición vamos a invertir nuestros esfuerzos.

En una época de mi vida creía tener algunas convicciones que me atormentaban día a día pensarlas, y compartirlas con otras personas. Convicciones que habitaban solo un plano mental de mi vida, ya que no militaba esas ideas ni hacia nada en la vida real al respecto de ellas. Pero esa angustia estaba allí presente porque yo elegia definirme por lo que yo no era. Y poner energía mental en lugares que no me llevaban a ningún lugar. Cuando me empecé a preocupar y ocupar de la persona que si quería ser, esas convicciones desaparecieron de mi vida, dando lugar a que otras surgieran. Esas convicciones iniciales pasaron de ser un tormento diario a desaparecer totalmente.

Es realmente game changing dedicarse a uno mismo, dejar de consumir desde el odio, la angustia o la desolación, y enfocarse en todo lo posible para ser alguien mejor.

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These are photos of my work and my desk today :)

I'm halfway through the 100 days of productivity! And the days have passed by as if nothing had happened, with two projects started and three certifications, more than 200 hours of practice in total, and a lot more desire to continue. I think it's safe to say that we have a habit awakened again, the habit of studying.

There are many ways to achieve discipline, since it may cost some of us more than others. But there is something that is universal and it is the fact of moving by our convictions. Once a fine arts teacher said something that blew my mind: "We are everything that we are and what we are not. Because what we are defines us inside, and what we are not defines us outside." It is up to us to choose which side of our definition we are going to invest our efforts in.

At one time in my life I believed I had some convictions that tormented me day after day to think about them, and to share them with other people. Convictions that inhabited only a mental plane of my life. I did not advocate those ideas or do anything in real life about them. But that anguish was there because I chose to define myself by what I was not. And to put mental energy in places that did not take me anywhere. When I began to worry and take care of the person I wanted to be, those convictions disappeared from my life, giving way to others to emerge. Those initial convictions went from being a daily torment to disappearing completely.

It is truly game changing to dedicate yourself, to stop hate-consuming, anguish or desolation, and to focus on everything possible to be a better person.

[cat-angel-936]

Español

Chris trata de llamar un ave: *silbido*

Zach desde unos arbustos: *muy visible: la llamada del chico verde común

Chris: *lo ve raro pero sigue silbando*

Zach: llena las solitarias llanuras de la pradera

Chris: *silbido*

Zach: por desgracia parece que la hembra no esta acudiendo al llamado

Chris: *trata de no reírse mientras silba*

Zach: esta noche Chris dormirá solo

María: hola chicos que hacen?

Chris: *silbido feliz*

Inglés

Chris tries to call a bird: *whistle*

Zach from some bushes: *very visible: the call of the common green boy

Chris: *looks strange but he keeps whistling*

Zach: fill the lonely prairie plains

Chris: *whistle*

Zach: unfortunately it seems that the female is not responding to the call.

Chris: *tries not to laugh while he whistles*

Zach: Tonight Chris will sleep alone.

María: hello guys, what are you doing?

Chris: *happy whistle*

(I like to imagine that they started getting along again after Chris found out that Zach was covering for him to date Maria 🥺)

[sakurakoneko28]

Tuve una idea pero no sé exactamente como etiquetarla (tanta tristeza me fundió las neuronas) es algo tipo lover to enemy to lover again sip, todo en singular 👀

Cómo nota importante: necesitaba algo de Missa en un estado hostil/rencoroso y de eso mismo sale esto...

Philza despierta 20 años después, la isla ha sido habitada por muchas nuevas personas, estructuras nuevas y una vida semi urbana muy diferente a la que conoció.

Curioso logra llegar a su último hogar que ahora luce abandonado, sorprendentemente nada ha sido destruido, solo inundado por telarañas, enredaderas y polvo. Viendo eso piensa que entonces Missa igual se fue y ya nada queda de su familia.

Desilusionado empieza a recorrer las nuevas secciones de la isla, todo parece haber vuelto a florecer, casas, edificios, tiendas, jardines, etc tanta nueva vida que creció ajena a su existencia o la de los viejos habitantes.

Pero entonces lo ve, hablando con un par de desconocidos a escasos metros de él, sus ropas son algo distintas, el cabello más largo peinado en una trenza que cae por uno de sus hombros, y sobre todo, una mirada más apagada de lo que recuerda, incluso las orejas y cola de gato están ocultas.

Cuando corre a abrazarlo esperando ser correspondido como antes se encuentra con que Missa no reacciona, mantiene su mirada indiferente y con frialdad solo pregunta "¿que haces acá?"

Philza vacila unos segundos, no se esperaba esa respuesta, sin risas o gritos agudos que soltaba cuando se encontraban, incluso el cuerpo de su... ¿esposo? no reacciona ante el gesto, se mantiene rígido y solo uno de sus brazos se mueve para quitárselo de encima. Las otras dos personas se mantienen en silencio sin saber si deben intervenir o no.

—¿Necesitan un momento a solas? podemos adelantarnos si quieres.

—No te preocupes Aldo, no es nada importante.

Esa respuesta provoca un dolor en el pecho del rubio, su Missa nunca lo consideraría algo "poco importante" ¿porque suelta palabras como esas?

—¿Seguro? se ve que quiere hablar contigo.

—Y yo no tengo absolutamente nada que hablar con él, vámonos chicos.

No puede creer lo que está escuchando, esa no es la persona que dejó antes de irse a dormir, intenta detenerlo y explicarle lo último que pasó hace veinte años pero esto no inmuta al más alto. Cuando trata de tomarlo de la mano Missa se aparta bruscamente y le advierte que si vuelve a hacerlo no lo pensará dos veces para lanzarle una pócima que lo deje incapaz de moverse por un rato.

Confundido y dolido Philza empieza una pequeña discusión que poco a poco va escalando, durante el rápido intercambio de palabras Missa le dice con enojo como vivió esos veinte años y como al final decidió hacerse una nueva vida estando solo ya que "al menos de esta forma estoy seguro de que no me romperán el corazón de nuevo".

Habiendo soltado esa afirmación todo queda en silencio, las dos personas acompañantes que ahora sabía se llamaban Molly y Aldo deciden alejar a Missa de ahí, tengan el contexto completo o no, pueden notar lo poco seguro que es seguir la discusión. Mientras se alejan una última advertencia es pronunciada por el que alguna vez se hizo llamar su esposo "déjame en paz, no te necesito aquí, no quiero nada de ti".

¿Que fue lo que sucedió durante esas dos décadas? necesita averiguarlo, nunca imaginó que la radiante mirada amatista podría apagarse justo como ese día lo presenció.

[groriatrevi10xx]

****Jardín de las cartas/Garden of Cards****

****País de las Maravillas/Wonderland****

-Blake Blac-

"La Reina Blanca/The White Queen"

"La Reina del Ajedrez/The Queen of Chess"

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Hace mucho tiempo, antes de que existiera el "Jardín de las Cartas"... Su nombre originalmente era "Jardín de la Soledad"... En el pasado, era un Jardín sin vida y opaco, donde los cristales robaban la luz y la belleza de todo.../Long ago, before the "Garden of Cards" existed... Its name was originally the "Garden of Solitude"... In the past, it was a lifeless and dull Garden, where crystals stole the light and beauty of everything...

Era un lugar sin vida y sin belleza, a pesar de los hermosos cristales que rodeaban el área, en lo más profundo del Jardín existía un Reino más oscuro, oculto de todos con una barrera que parecía indestructible... Hasta que ya no fue así, en el Pasado la Reina Brellatana se levantó entre todos y volvió a caer, para convertirse en cenizas de una leyenda sobre Brujas y Coronas malditas.../It was a place without life and without beauty, despite the beautiful crystals that surrounded the area, deep within the Garden there was a darker Kingdom, hidden from everyone with a barrier that seemed indestructible... Until it was no longer so, in the Past Queen Brellatana rose among everyone and fell again, to become ashes of a legend about Witches and cursed Crowns...

Y las cenizas volaron por todo el Jardín, esparciendo todo lo que quedaba de aquel lúgubre lugar.../And the ashes flew all over the Garden, scattering every bit of what was left of that gloomy place...

Los cristales se fueron rompiendo uno a uno, hasta que quedó el más extraño de todos... Uno pequeño, rojo, que había salido de la nada y era muy diferente a sus hermanos, brillaba con vida a diferencia de los demás... Tenía voluntad propia y un gran deseo de seguir existiendo.../The crystals broke one by one, until the strangest of all remained... A small, red one, which had come out of nowhere and was very different from its brothers, it shone with life unlike the others... It had a will of its own and a great desire to continue existing...

Nadie sabe cómo sucedió, nadie está vivo para verlo... Pero de ese pequeño cristal, surgió todo tipo de la mayor locura, que llenó de vida nuevamente el Jardín... "Todos podemos sonreír esta vez", pensó el cristal con misteriosa magia, incluso para él... "Un nuevo comienzo, resurgiremos de las cenizas"... Así el Jardín se llenó de vida, de una extraña magia que algunos podrían llamar locura.../No one knows how it happened, no one is alive to see it... But from that small crystal, came all kinds of the greatest madness, which filled the Garden with life again... "We can all smile this time," thought the crystal with mysterious magic, even for him... "A new beginning, we will rise from the ashes"... Thus the Garden was filled with life, with a strange magic that some might call madness...

“Habrá flores que bailen, que canten, árboles que den postres, caminos que se muevan, habrá muebles que hablen, que puedan moverse solos, tengo tantas ideas”… Fue lo último que dijo el cristal, antes de explotar y dar un nuevo comienzo… Aún nuevo Jardín y tal vez, un nuevo Reino con vida…/"There will be flowers that dance, that sing, trees that give desserts, paths that move, there will be furniture that talks, that can move by itself, I have so many ideas"... It was the last thing the crystal said, before exploding and giving a new beginning... Still a new Garden and perhaps, a new Kingdom with life...

Así nació el “Jardín de las Cartas”, con impenetrables muros dorados, un Jardín rodeado de locura, mientras las cartas se mueven y bromean de un lado a otro, o el Ajedrez lucha entre sí... Hay muchas locuras por ahí.../This is how the "Garden of Cards" was born, with impenetrable golden walls, a Garden surrounded by madness, while the cards move and joke back and forth, or Chess fights each other... There are many crazy things out there...

Con un nuevo Reino vivo, lleno de risas y locura, como el País de las Maravillas.../With a new Kingdom alive, full of laughter and madness, just like Wonderland...

Es una historia vaga, pero a ella le encanta... A Blake le encanta la historia, aunque no hay tantos detalles la ha memorizado... Mientras ve las piezas de ajedrez moverse, la chica frente a ella tiene un destino oscuro, le recuerda a Scarlett y Hela... Cómo las extraña, solían ser tan cercanas... Pero cada una había forjado un camino, ella había elegido el suyo al igual que ellas, aunque les había advertido.../It's a vague story, but she loves it... Blake loves history, although there aren't that many details she has memorized it... While she watches the chess pieces move, the girl in front of her has a dark destiny, it reminds her of Scarlett and Hela... How she misses them, they used to be so close... But each one had forged a path, she had chosen hers just like them, although she had warned them...

--¿Es usted pariente de la familia Benaroch?.../Are you related to the Benaroch family?...--

Teagan pregunta sin rodeos... Pero la mujer simplemente se ríe.../Teagan asks bluntly... But the Woman just laughs...

--¡Oh no!... Que horrible, yo no tengo nada que ver con ese apellido, pero sí con Scarlett, ella se casó con ese hombre y luego Hela igualmente se cambió el apellido... Ja, el apellido Blac ha quedado en las sombras, sólo yo lo poseo... Al menos.../Oh no!... How horrible, I have nothing to do with that surname, but I do with Scarlett, she married that man and then Hela changed her surname anyway... Ha, the surname Blac has been left in the shadows, only I possess it... At least...--

La princesa se queda en silencio.../The Princess falls silent...

--Si estás buscando el libro de Scarlett, no te diré dónde está Teagan.../If you're looking for Scarlett's book, I won't tell you where Teagan is...--

--¿C-Cómo sabes m-mi nombre?... No te lo he dicho.../H-How do you know m-my name?... I haven't told you...--

Pero la Reina del Ajedrez sólo sonríe, el destino lo deciden ellos mismos... Ella ha sido capaz de leer cada párrafo, a pesar de que Scarlett y Hela la han llamado loca varias veces.../But the Queen of Chess only smiles, the fates are decided by themselves... She has been able to read every paragraph, even though Scarlett and Hela have called her crazy several times...

--Brittany, vuelve a casa... Umbra debe estar preocupada, realmente no planeo decirte dónde está el Libro de Scarlett... Dime, ¿vale la pena perder todo lo que tienes?.../Brittany, come home... Umbra must be worried, I really don't plan on telling you where the Book of Scarlett is... Tell me, is this worth losing everything you have for?...--

Pero la niña no responde.../But the girl doesn't answer...

--Así sea, querida Blancanieves... Espero que no te arrepientas.../So be it, dear Snow White... I hope you don't regret it...--

Y el País de las Maravillas sigue sonriendo, mientras la Reina Blanca desaparece, perdiéndose en el Palacio de Ajedrez... Dejando a una Princesa sola, sola en soledad.../And Wonderland continues to smile, while the White Queen disappears, getting lost in the Chess Palace... Leaving a Princess alone, alone in solitude...

Tal vez ir a buscar al único pariente vivo de su abuela no había sido una buena idea, como había dicho su dama de compañía... Ahora el libro de la abuela y sus hechizos estaban cada vez más fuera de su alcance, como la Sombra que su Madre proyectaba hacia ella.../Maybe going to look for her Grandmother's only living relative had not been a good idea, as her Lady-in-Waiting had said... Now Grandmother's book and her spells were increasingly out of her reach, like the Shadow her Mother projected towards her...

Sólo podía sentir furia, ira... Rabia.../Could only feel fury, anger... Rage...

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G: Si te preguntas dónde está este Jardín, está en algún lugar de Hello Conde, solo diré que está ubicado en ese Au... ✨/If you are wondering where this Garden is, it is somewhere in Hello Conde, I will just say that it is located in that Au... ✨

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Blake: Es mía... {It's mine...}

Hello Conde {Au} es de {Hello Conde {Au} is from}: @vanetheglitchfox - @hello-conde

Teagan {Brittany} es de {Teagan {Brittany} is from}: @askkassandragf-v-2

[xjulixred45x]

I've been thinking about it lately and I wouldn't be shocked if at in four knights we maybe did see Mordred in the story and

I think the one way we could have it where Arthur is mordred's father is if not that him ending up with his sister like in all the various versions of the King Arthur stories but it

could be where if Arthur met his sister at some point and she passed away he adopted her son and became mordred's adopted father that would make sense

even though I don't think nakuba would do this I'm just trying to think of a solution were Mordred could be introduced and not be incest baby 🤔

Again it's nakuba so I now it may always do what he does best sadly 😮‍💨

oohhhhh that would actually be a fantastic solution to avoid incest in the 4KOTA continuity.

Morgan may not even have to be dead to begin with for that to happen, perhaps Arthur (as in canon) upon turning evil decided to keep his nephew as he was technically his only heir at the time and Morgan couldn't really do much to get him back.

This would have a lot of Angst potential! Imagine that Mordred, being raised by Arthur, tells him that Morgan is dead, lies to him about the "eternal kingdom" and when Mordred is eventually exposed to the real world, it is something totally different from how his uncle/father proposed it, or worse, He finds out that Arthur lied to him about his mother and begins to doubt his loyalty to Carmelot.

It could open the door to another reason for Morgan to want to kill Arthur, not only to recover his brother from the chaos, but also to save his son from becoming the next vessel, since of course, a child with the Pendragon genes, with Morgan's magical abilities and Arthur's durability and reach? If Chaos takes over Mordred, it would be UNSTOPPABLE.

YOU JUST GAVE ME A GREAT IDEA FOR ONE OF MY ORIGINAL PROJECTS FRIEND, THANK YOU ✨✨✨

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oohhhhh eso seria en realidad una solución fantastica para evitar en incesto en la continuidad de 4KOTA.

puede que Morgana nisiquiera tenga que estar muerta para empezar para que eso pase, talvez Arthur (como en canon) al volverse malvado decidio quedarse con su sobrino al ser técnicamente su unico heredero en el momento y Morgana realmente no podria hacer mucho para recuperarlo.

¡esto tendria mucho potencial de Angst! imagínate que Mordred siendo criado por Arthur el le diga que Morgana esta muerta, le mienta sobre el "reino eterno" y cuando Mordred eventualmente s exponga al mundo real, sea algo totalmente diferente a como su tio/padre se lo planteaba, o peor, enterarse de que Arthur le mintio sobre su madre y empiece a dudae sobre su lealtad hacia Carmelot..

podría abrir la puerta a otro motivo de Morgan para querer acabar con Arthur, no solo para recuperar a su hermano del caos, sino salvar a su hijo de convertirse en el proximo recipiente, ya que claro, un niño con los genes de los Pendragon, con las habilidades magicas de Morgan y la durabilidad y alcance de Arthur? si Caos de apodera de Mordred, seria IMPARABLE.

ME ACABAS DE DAR UNA IDEA GENIAL PARA UNO DE MIS PROYECTOS ORIGINALES AMIGO, GRACIAS ✨✨✨

[baki-tiene-un-simp]

Can we get some kind of immortal reader? (references to the "Forever" TV series, the "Ajin" anime, Deadpool himself with his quick regeneration. If you know the Danny Phantom cartoon, the reader can be like Phantom! reader and have two forms) Characters Yujiro, Bucky, Hanayama and maybe Doppo Orochi? (These guys have their own enemies who can take advantage of their S/O as a weakness.) And let's say they are first unaware of the reader's immortality and regeneration, and when the men see their partner "die," they are shocked, perhaps retaliate, and then see their partner get up with a groan, complaining of body pain

Situation: An immortal S/O / Un S/O inmortal

Character: Baki Hanma, Doppo Orochi, Kaoru Hanayama and Yujiro Hanma.

Baki Hanma.

To say that Baki is surprised is an understatement in this case, did the psychological impact of seeing his S/O die affect him to this degree?

He needs to sit down for a moment.

He would swear that he saw life leave the eyes of his beloved S/O, no, he was sure of it. It is impossible that he is wrong.

It's not the first time he's seen someone "come back from the dead" however, this is completely different. He's a little afraid to get close, like his S/O will disappear when he touches them.

He's cautious, he's happy that his beloved wasn't dead, it's just a lot to process.

Doppo Orochi.

He has seen so many things in his life, but still he is so surprised when he sees the S/O get up after a few minutes remaining inert in the same position.

Is he dreaming, perhaps?

His eyes are focused on following the movements of the person who stands in front of him. Alert.

He doesn't believe in zombies or anything like that, but mysteriously, he tried to keep a good distance for a while. Be patient, he is still analyzing the possibilities.

He finally approaches to make sure that the S/O is really fine, there are no open wounds or worrying bruises. He doesn't know if he's worried, but he's definitely glad they're alive.

Kaoru Hanayama.

He is probably holding his S/O when they rejoin, his hands stained with the blood of his S/O and the one responsible for their "death".

He holds his S/O's gaze for a moment.

He's having his partner searched from head to toe for something, whatever, it can't be possible that there isn't a single injury.

He doesn't believe when the doctor says it, even congratulating his S/O impressive health condition. He's asking them to run all the tests again.

He is confused, but relieved. He probably won't leave the hospital that day.

Yujiro Hanma.

Is his S/O alive? Good, so he won't have to carry his corpse or the idiot who almost killed them.

He scans his S/O from head to toe when they stand up, they look good to him. He asks them not to stay there and to move their legs, he already wants to leave.

Not an "Are you okay?" or "How is it possible?", nothing.

But he's curious, he's asking his S/O why they don't tell him about this ability that he has and if it's hereditary? It's in his DNA, isn't it? Well, it must be hereditary.

He's thinking so hard "how will it feel to fight someone who can't die?" that the S/O will be able to hear his thoughts as they walk beside him.

Versión en español.

Baki Hanma.

Decir que Baki está sorprendido es poco en este caso, ¿acaso el impacto psicológico de ver a su S/O morir le afecto hasta este grado?

Él necesita sentarse por un momento.

Juraría que vio la vida abandonar los ojos de su amado S/O, no, estaba seguro de ello. Es imposible que se esté equivocando.

No es la primera vez que vio a alguien "regresar de entre los muertos" sin embargo, esto es completamente diferente. Está un poco temeroso de acercarse, como si su S/O fuera a desaparecer cuando le toque.

Es cauteloso, esta feliz por el hecho de que su amada no estuviera muerta, es solo que es mucho para procesar.

Doppo Orochi.

Ha visto tantas cosas en su vida, pero aun así está tan sorprendido cuando ve al S/O incorporarse después de unos minutos de permanecer inerte en una misma posición.

¿Está soñando, acaso?

Sus ojos están concentrados en seguir los movimientos de la persona que se pone de pie frente a él. Alerta.

Él no cree en zombies ni nada parecido, pero misteriosamente, procuro mantener una buena distancia durante un rato. Sea paciente, aún está analizando las posibilidades.

Finalmente se acerca para cerciorarse que de verdad el S/O está bien, no hay heridas abiertas ni moretones preocupantes. No sabe si estar preocupado, pero definitivamente esta feliz de que esté con vida.

Kaoru Hanayama.

Probablemente este sosteniendo a su S/O cuando se reincorpora, sus manos manchadas de sangre de su S/O y del responsable de la "muerte".

Le sostiene la mirada a su S/O durante un momento.

Está haciendo que revisen a su pareja de pies a cabeza en busca de algo, lo que sea, no puede ser posible que no haya ni una sola herida.

No cree cuando el doctor lo dice, hasta felicitando al S/O por su impresionante condición de salud. Está pidiendo que hagan todas las pruebas otra vez.

Está confundido, pero aliviado. Probablemente no se marchen del hospital ese día.

Yujiro Hanma.

¿Su S/O está vivo? Bien, así no tendrá que cargar su cadáver ni del idiota que casi los mata.

Escanea a su S/O de pies a cabeza cuando se ponen de pie, se ven bien para él. Les pide que no se queden ahí y que muevan las piernas, ya quiere irse.

Ni un "¿Estás bien?" o "¿Cómo es posible?", nada.

Pero tiene curiosidad, está preguntándole a su S/O ¿por qué no le platica de esta habilidad que tiene y si es hereditaria? ¿Está en su ADN, no? Pues debe ser hereditario.

Está pensando tan fuerte "¿cómo se sentirá pelear contra alguien que no puede morir?" que su S/O será capaz de escuchar sus pensamientos mientras camina a su lado.

[esuemmanuel]

It is not sadness when I write… it is nostalgia when I look at what I am today and what I will never be again. It is to see my soul stained, broken and extinguished, without the fire that burned it when I took the pen and, on the page, devoured it. It is to find myself so alone, under a sorrowful moon, without a ray of light, without a drop of madness, without a flower to be moistened by the thirst of my fingers or lips to name my silences with desire. I am finished. I'm sorry.

No es tristeza al escribir… es nostalgia al mirar lo que hoy soy y lo que ya no seré jamás. Es verme con el alma mancillada, rota y apagada, sin el fuego que la quemaba al tomar la pluma y, en la hoja, devorarla. Es encontrarme tan solo, bajo una luna apesadumbrada, sin un rayo de luz, sin una gota de locura, sin una flor que se humedezca por la sed de mis dedos ni unos labios que nombren con deseo mis silencios. Estoy acabado. Lo siento.

[spidybaby]

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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