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[mjtheartist04]

I heard it’s someone’s special day✨👀 @naramaiz

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Bump in the Night & Nevertober Day 23: Restless Spirits & Devil/Angel

[gokyrts]

Patrón!Carlos | C.S. 55

18+ | warnings: mentions of drugs, cartel politics, mentions of kidnapping, d/s dynamics, finger sucking, dom!carlos, unprotected p in v, spanking, oral (m receiving), slight degradation and humiliation, light ass play, dirty talk

Summary: you needed a favour, a favour only the leader of the local drug cartel could grant you, so you went to beg for it and you bit more than you could chew

Author’s note: MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM YOURS TRULY!! This is a gift for all my lovely supporters. if you’ve liked Mafia AU, you’re definitely gonna like this 🤭 welcome to Narcos AU with Carlos Sainz !

wc: 4.3k

Check out part two here and part three here !

In case you’re unfamiliar with the plot and terms of Narcos, here’s a little vocabulary with terms that are used throughout the story:

el patrón — (noun) boss of a drug cartel

sicarios — (noun, pl.) high ranking members of a cartel, armed, usually on motorcycles

DEA — (noun) drug enforcement administration; U.S. federal office tasked with combatting drug trafficking

The air outside the compound was still, heavy with the heat of late afternoon. Somewhere in the distance, the sound of laughter echoed, mingling with the crackle of a lit cigar. You sat alone, staring at the rim of your glass, swirling the amber liquid inside. The burn of it no longer registered—it had stopped doing that weeks ago. You hated this place. Hated the velvet couches, the chandeliers, the lingering stench of power and fear. But it had become your world.

Your sister was safe. That was what mattered. That was what you kept telling yourself.

Still, the memory of the first step you’d taken into this life clung to you like smoke, no matter how many times you tried to shove it away. And, as always, it returned unbidden:

The air was just as oppressive that day, tightening around your throat, pressing against your chest. But not nearly as oppressive as the gazes and words of the sicarios you encountered when you came to beg for a favor. Their eyes on you like you were a piece of meat delivered to their door.

“Move along, sweetheart,” one of them said, making your stomach churn.

“I need to speak with señor Sainz.” your assertiveness was a joke to them, seeing nothing more than a defenseless animal.

“Did you hear that?” he’d said, turning to the other guard with exaggerated mockery. “Little mama here wants to speak to el patrón.”

Their laughter had stung, but you’d swallowed your pride. This wasn’t about you. It was about your sister. It was about survival.

“Please,” you’d whispered, your voice cracking just enough to reveal the desperation in your chest. “It’s important.”

The sicarios had exchanged amused glances before one stepped forward, his expression darkening with a hint of suspicion. “Es importante, ah?” he’d asked, the firearm in his hands a reminder of who had control. “How so?”

Your fists had tightened, your body screaming to run, but you had stood your ground. “I need his help. My… my sister has been kidnapped.”

The two men exchanged a glance, this one colder, heavier. Without another word, they had stepped aside, opening the door to the building with a mockingly polite gesture. “Muy bien, let’s see what the boss has to say to this… little request.”

They had flanked you as you walked down the dim corridor, the echo of their heavy boots swallowing your lighter steps. The long hallway felt like a gauntlet, and each step seemed to draw you further into a cage you wouldn’t be able to escape. They led you to an unassuming door, another guard stationed outside. A brief knock sounded, a whisper you hadn’t caught, and then you were ushered inside.

Carlos Sainz’s office had been every bit as ostentatious as you’d imagined. The room reeked of wealth: leather chairs, imported bourbon, and a portrait of the man himself staring down from the wall. But none of it had held your attention for long. Your gaze had locked onto Carlos the moment you saw him.

He’d been seated behind his desk, looking as though he owned not just the room but the air you were breathing. His expression had been unreadable, save for the faint glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

Before you could speak, one of the guards shoved you forward. “I’m not armed!” you’d snapped, your voice sharp with indignation.

The guard’s rough hands searched you anyway, brushing over your clothes with no effort to hide his smugness. Carlos, meanwhile, had leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs, watching the scene like it was some form of theater staged for his amusement.

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” he’d said, his smirk widening as his gaze swept over you. “You seem to have a sharp tongue on you, señorita.”

You’d forced yourself to endure and once the guard was satisfied, you had been given the space to speak.

“I—I need your help, señor. They… they took my little sister. I don’t know who else to turn to.”

He hadn’t reacted at first. Instead, he’d reached for a glass, pouring himself a measure of whiskey with deliberate slowness. The sound of the liquid hitting the glass filled the room like a mocking echo.

“You came to ask for a favor?” he’d said finally, his tone light, as though you were discussing the weather. He hadn’t given you a chance to respond. “I remember you owing a favor to me, little one.”

Your throat had tightened. Of course, he remembered. A debt passed down from your father, inherited like a curse. You’d known the weight of it would crush you someday. You just hadn’t expected it to be this soon.

“Sí, señor,” you’d said, voice cracking, fighting the urge to wipe your sweaty palms on your skirt. “I still owe you. But I need this, please. She was taken by men from the other side. I-I don’t want them to hurt her or worse…”

Carlos had tilted his head, studying you as though you were some strange creature that had wandered into his den.

“So… you expect me to solve more of your family’s problems, sí?” His words were light, almost teasing, but the sharp edge in his gaze had made your stomach twist.

Your knees had felt weak, but you’d pressed on. “Please,” you’d said again, the word tasting like ash on your tongue. “I—I will do anything.”

At that, his amusement had deepened. The room had gone still.

“Anything…?” he’d repeated, his voice dropping just enough to make you shiver. One of the guards had snickered, but Carlos had silenced him with a click of his tongue. Then he’d mentioned for the guards to exit, leaving only the two of you in the room.

With deliberate slowness, he’d risen from his chair, rounding the desk until he stood in front of you. He’d been taller than you remembered, his presence overwhelming.

“Do you know what that word means, little one?” he’d asked, his voice low and dangerous. “Do you know what it costs to ask me for a favor?”

You’d lowered your gaze, the weight of his stare crushing you.

“I… I will pay the price,” you’d whispered.

Carlos had tilted his head, lifting your chin upward with surprising gentleness, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Careful,” he’d murmured, his tone soft but laced with warning. “There are men who would take this as an invitation...”

You’d stiffened, your skin crawling under his touch.

“But I’m not one of them…not today.” he’d stepped back with a smirk, allowing you to breathe again.

“Muy bien,” he’d said, returning to his desk. “I’ll deal with these men and bring your sister back. But… from this moment on, you’re mine. Your time, your life. When I call, you answer. No questions. No hesitation. Understood?”

You’d hesitated, just for a moment, but Carlos didn’t let you. His voice had turned sharp, cutting through your resistance like a blade.

“Understood?”

“Yes,” you’d said, voice shaking. “Yes… I understand.”

He’d smirked, satisfied. “Good. Go home, little one. Get some rest. You’ll need it.”

…

You closed your eyes as the memory finished replaying, pressing the glass back to your lips, its contents dwindling fast. Anticipation brewed in your gut mingling with the expensive imported whiskey. He has called again and you answered, per agreement.

Over time you learned to ignore the hungry stares from his wolves, their sleazy whispers, and dirty hands adjusting their pants when you passed them in the halls of the safehouse. It made you sick. But this was part of the price you had to pay. The price you agreed to pay for the safety of your sister’s life, and the doom of your own.

“Princesita,”

Your eyes snapped open at his voice — smooth, silky, like the liquor you just downed. The familiar burning sensation returned, your body starting to smolder again. You swallowed the bitterness and turned on your hell, the dress you were told to wear flowing around your form.

Carlos regarded you with a long gaze, from the shoes you picked to wear, across your hips and waist, where the dress tightly hugged your soft curves, to your face, lingering on your painted lips.

He nodded in approval, beckoning you closer with a finger.

Teaching you obedience was his favorite, along with making you regret every life decision you ever made, but especially the deal you made with him.

His thumb found your bottom lip as you stepped closer, the red on your lips pulling him in like a bull following its toreador. The rough surface of his finger swiped over the carefully applied lipstick, smudging it and dragging it down your chin. A flicker of amusement appeared in his eyes at your ruined look, his favorite look on you. His thumb slid off your chin, leaving a light red stain.

Beautiful, he thought, before retracting his hand only to notice the smudge on his finger.

He pressed the thumb back against your mouth.

“Clean it.”

And your body burned, the whiskey in your gut the fuse and his command the spark. The finger was thrust into your mouth with zero patience, the taste of ash and metal hitting your tongue along the unmistakable sweetness of your cherry red lipstick. As much as the taste made you retch, it was addicting.

First lesson in obedience — do as you’re told.

Your tongue wrapped around the digit, swirling to catch the pad of his thumb and sucking it clean. Carlos rewarded you with a hum of approval, pressing down harder on your tongue, forcing your mouth to open up further.

Your jaw gave way, letting Carlos in on the sight of his saliva-covered thumb in your mouth, your tongue playing around with it. He pulled back, dragging his finger out of your mouth but not without wiping it slightly against your lip, enhancing the redness of it with a top coat.

“Good girl… good ruined girl.”

Heat pooled between your legs, forcing an involuntary hum from your throat. Weeks ago you would resist, deny, and deflect — you didn’t want him to notice, because he noticed everything — but his praise was like a switch flipped in your brain.

However, as fast as he praised, he also did the exact opposite.

“Go clean your face, I’m not letting you accompany me looking like that.” he spat, stepping aside so you could go wipe the mess he made on your face. The oval mirror in his office was nearly as familiar as the face you saw in it. The flashbacks were instant when you looked into it, images of him, of you, in positions he forced you into. Carlos liked making you watch, it etched itself in your memory better, he said.

You squeezed your thighs together as you wiped the ruined lipstick off of your chin, similar redness blooming on your cheeks. Carlos smirked knowingly, standing a few feet behind you. He could be in the background, not even touching you but your body was aflame for him, your mind playing tricks on you, triggers he put in your head setting off. You reapplied the lipstick, the phantom feeling of his finger on them almost making you miss the intimacy.

There was a knock on the door, signaling your ride was there. Armed guards escorted you to an awaiting car. A small convoy left the compound to ensure the patrón’s safety. A meeting with the other Narcos wasn’t something to underestimate. Light chatter took part in the car you were not part of. They didn’t need your opinion. You were there as a pretty face, nothing more, nothing less.

As you approached the hotel where the meeting would be held, the oppressive air started clawing at your lungs again. The delicate power balance you felt in the atmosphere was unnerving, ready to tip over in any direction. You and Carlos were patted down before entering. It was agreed that this meeting would be weapon-free. If anything was to go down, you’d be fighting with your bare hands.

The hotel was grand, smelling of the same filthy richness that Carlos’ office did. Your presence caught eyes. A woman, a pretty woman, here? Just as you learned to ignore the stares and comments of Carlos’ sicarios*, you avoided those of the other men, asking if you were lost or looking for a good time. The tension only heightened as you neared the entered the conference room and Carlos felt the need to remind you of your place. He caught you by the elbow, pulling you back against him, his lips against your ear. “You’re here to keep me company, not to speak. Understood?”

Your breath hitched, his voice, so close, sent shivers down your back. “Sí, señor.”

Carlos was satisfied enough with your response and let you go, stepping around you and opening the door. Your smaller form was hidden behind Carlos’ broad back as you entered, the other Narcos only catching sight of you as you walked along the enormous glass table.

Without looking up, you uttered a quiet ‘Buenos dias, señores.’ That was the only time you were allowed to speak.

Behind the clouds of smoke from cigars and cigarettes, the Narcos recognized a woman. They exchanged glances, whispers, scoffs but nothing you wouldn’t be used to already. Despite their visible disapproval, no one dared speak up.

Carlos sat at the head of the table, as he was the organizer of the meeting, leaving you a small seat behind him, just to further emphasize you were not part of the negotiations.

The meeting started but not much has reached your ears throughout, selectively more than not. The Narcos discussed new routes, skirmishes with the DEA, feuds over territory, nothing you could be a part of anyway.

You were picking on your nails when one of the older gentlemen mentioned the neighborhood you grew up in.

“…a possible lab location, routes go out here and through this way,”

His fat finger was pointing to a map, showing what in his mind was a new business idea the others would approve of. For a moment you were taken into your childhood home, playing with your sister on the front porch. It was nice, safe but you always saw men linger around, men who had DEA badges on their belts. Still thinking you were in your mind, you murmured. “Yeah, right into the DEA’s hands…”

Silence.

Feeling a full body chill, you looked up, slowly, each tilt of your head further revealed more shocked and angry expressions of the Narcos.

The man whose idea you challenged leaned back and looked at Carlos in disbelief.

“Carlos, who is this? Did you bring a secretary? Are you into females advising you now?”

Your heart nearly stopped, eyes widening as the weight of your little comment hit you.

“Why did you bring a woman into the meeting anyway? Now she’s thinking she’s one of us.” Another man sneered as all gazes turned to Carlos to watch his reaction.

Whatever he was thinking, one could not tell. His eyes flit briefly to you and then back, but you did notice his jaw clenching, a subtle show of his anger. But he masked it well, leaning back in his seat.

“She’s not one of us, but she’s right. Think about it.”

Carlos’ response had the Narcos stunned a second time that night. They turned to one another, murmuring amongst themselves, considering the situation. But no one was stunned more than you. He saved you…he acknowledged your opinion, among those he trusted the least but had to respect the most and vice versa.

You shifted in your seat, suddenly on alert and aware of what was being discussed. With bated breath, you watch the meeting conclude and the drug lords pour out of the conference room. Some regarded you with disgust, others with interest, some with caution but you would be in the meeting minutes of everyone who attended.

When the last of the traffickers left, the atmosphere of the room shifted. Carlos was quiet, too quiet for your liking. His fingers drummed against the glass table, the echo loud in the empty room. His head tilted to the side and you saw his jaw lock in place before he spoke.

“Are you the expert on routes now?” His tone was calm and cold, the kind that makes you want to huddle for warmth. It wasn’t a question for you to answer. A loud warning despite the pitch in his voice, but you knew this was more dangerous than if he’d yelled. “What did I tell you about speaking up?” his words had bite now.

“I-I didn’t mean to… I was just— you said I was right though! I grew up in that neighborhood! If you let them set up a lab there, the DEA would be onto them and you’d be the one cleaning up the mess.”

“Oh? You think you saved me?” he chuckled but there was no humor in it. “Do not think this is how you repay favors, little princess.”

You averted his gaze, the taste of forced submission bitter on your tongue. Your palms were sweating again and you had to wipe them on your dress this time. Carlos watched you, the intensity in his eyes threatening to light the fire inside you again and he knew.

The sound of the snapping of his fingers was loud in the room, making you look up at him again.

“Come here.”

First lesson in obedience — do as you’re told.

You got up on shaky legs, taking a few short strides to Carlos’ side. Your tongue swiped over your bottom lip in anticipation, catching the cherry red lipstick he had given you a taste of before.

“Over the table, princesa…”

The glass table felt cold over your thighs and stomach, the dress you wore riding up as you bent over in front of him. You heard him sigh, the sound filling you with more delicious uncertainty. You felt his large hand on the back of your thigh, the rough callouses contrasting against the gentle caresses he gave you.

“This room was full of men who would shoot you for even looking at them wrong…” He spoke with softness that made you almost comfortable against the table like this was a fatherly scolding. Except it was.

Smack.

His palm landed against the back of your thigh, forcing air out of your lungs.

“And you thought you could just come in and play queen?” Carlos continued, his voice dropping an octave as he pulled your dress up, revealing your bare ass.

Smack.

The handprint on your ass cheek stung, its red outline hot to the touch as he rubbed his fingers over it. You cried out as he delivered the next smack to your other cheek.

Your eyes squeezed shut with the force he used, an involuntary moan slipping from your lips. He fisted his other hand in your hair, pulling your head back. His lips were against your ear again.

“I have every right to throw you to them… to let them devour you till there’s nothing but bones… but,” he trailed off, a strange occurrence, stretching the moment and breathing fire to your insides.

“You’re mine.”

Your head landed against the glass table as he let go of your hair, the thud making you groan. His hands trailed back down, catching against the waistband of your underwear and pulling it down. You gasped as the cold air hit your soaked pussy, the undergarment landing around your ankles. Carlos grabbed at your ass cheek, squeezing and spreading you to him.

“Ah… I’m beginning to think you like this, princesa.” His tone was mocking as his index finger slid through the wetness making your hips jerk. Your neediness amused him, almost as much as your fear.

The clinking sound of his belt undoing only made you squeeze your thighs together, searching for friction despite how wrong it felt. But the smoldering need in your gut was stronger than your moral code. Your thighs spread slightly, welcoming him. You could hear a faint chuckle behind you, your willingness nothing short of amusement to Carlos.

He nudged the tip of his cock against your slit, coating himself in the slickness he was the cause of. Just like all those times before, Carlos didn’t wait, he took what he wanted. Always.

The first thrust pushed you hard against the glass table and stole air from your lungs. You never got used to his size, the stretch always stung a little, the force of his thrusts always left your hips aching the next day and you knew you’d be feeling the same later.

He hissed, forcing himself to the hilt before pulling back and in again, setting a steady pace. His large hands gripped your hips, keeping you pinned between him and the table. You knew there would be bruises, bruises you’d hide, bruises he’d expose. Regrets you’d have to face one way or another.

Carlos pressed one hand against the small of your back, making you arch, your ass pushing back against his hips.

“That’s it…that’s it,” he murmured, looking down, your ass bouncing off his hips a mesmerizing sight. As your cheeks spread further apart, his eyes fell to your tight hole, and Carlos felt an itch he could not help but scratch. His hand slid down, his thumb pressing against it, feeling you clench around him.

He growled, pressing a little harder, testing your reaction. When you whined and clenched again, he knew he found a sweet spot.

“Fuck, you like it, princesa? You like when I play with your tight little ass?”

Your insides were molten, your resolve and pride burned to a crisp. Even your unspoken protests evaporated right on your tongue from the heat. “Yes…fuck, yes!” you panted out, feeling the knot in your stomach coil.

Carlos grinned, his thumb staying where it was, relishing in your walls fluttering even tighter around him, pushing him closer to the edge. He picked up the pace, his hips snapping against yours with bruising force.

“Such a dirty little thing… you want it? Tell me you want it, princesa.” You knew he was getting close when his mouth spewed the filthiest words, looking to get off on your reactions.

Your tongue nearly lolled out of your mouth, the pleasure overwhelming your senses. You knew what he wanted to hear and you gave in.

“Please,”

Carlos bit his lip, groaning as you begged for him, the act alone making his cock twitch. “Again, let me hear you.” You felt his chest press against your back, pushing you impossibly closer to the table to the point you thought it would break.

“P-Please…” your voice was louder this time, enough to the man above you. He grunted in satisfaction, his pace faltering before he spilled himself inside you. His hips stilled, but the weight of him continued to bruise your smaller body.

Carlos took a moment before he pulled out, panting, the grip on your hip easing. Your knees bucked slightly with exhaustion and Carlos, thinking himself merciful, grabbed at your elbow, pulling you up. You looked up at him but the sight of the cunning smile on his face told you that this was far from over. He yanked you in his direction and you ungracefully landed on your knees, the impact making you whine. Carlos snorted with laughter, adoring the sight of your pathetic self beneath him. He stepped closer to you and you lifted your head to meet his gaze, instead, you were met with the sight of his still-hard cock, now glistening with your mixed juices.

“Clean it…” His bottom lip twitched slightly, along with his eyebrow, taunting you as he breathed deeply. He pushed your limits, used you to his heart’s content, all because he could. Each little request a test to see if you’d break and disobey. But the moment your lips wrapped around him, his hands were back in your hair.

“Fuck— good girl,” the overstimulation made him groan, tightening his hold on your hair. You licked at him obediently, the taste salty on your tongue. He revered in the skill of your mouth, praising it as you worked. Every gag made him coo in a mocking tone and when you pulled off, he didn’t hesitate to take the reins. He took hold of his cock, his other hand in your hair, and dragged it over your cheek, across your face, a sick grin spreading across his lips as he watched you squeeze your eyes tightly so none of the mess would get there. He knew the smell would cling to your sweet skin, that was why he did it. He pulled back to look at his work.

The sight of your makeup ruined, cheeks stained, now with the added smell of him on you. Perfect. Carlos grinned, moving to tuck himself back in his suit pants.

“Now, that’s a pretty slut. Come on, let’s go…”

…

want more patrón!Carlos? lemme know in my askbox!! I plan on writing more for this AU and would love to know your thoughts on it<3

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[amyispxnk]

Mi Niña Hermosa

Masterlist

Summary - Javier gets you pregnant, but then he gets scared, leaving you to raise your little girl all alone. One day, he sees you working at a brothel to try and make ends meet, and realises what he needs to do.

A/N: for this ask! i hope you like it pookie<3 also please excuse any bad spanish! i tried my best with it but it might not be 100% accurate.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: mentions of sex work and sex, violence, language, pregnancy/children, arguing, brief suicidal ideation, hurt+comfort, angst, men being men

DO NOT COPY THIS FIC IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

“Shh, shh, Carmen, mi amor. Está bien,” you plead with your baby daughter. She’s been up for the past hour because of yet another explosion a few blocks away. You think it was a car bomb this time, but does it really matter? All you know for sure is that Carmen is not going to let you sleep through the night because of it.

She’s almost 12 months old now, which means it's been almost 2 years since you last saw Javi. You hate yourself for it, but sometimes you look at your little girl and feel bitter. It’s not her fault, but she was the reason that Javi finally said goodbye to you.

You both knew it was a long time coming, but when you showed him a positive pregnancy test that night, you yelled at each other until your throats were raw and all your tears had been cried, before he slammed the door in your face and left you there. It was the final time you saw him.

Because of Carmen’s deadbeat father, you ended up in a brothel. It was one of the hardest decisions of your life, but you knew you had to do it for her.

“¡Muy bien chicas, salgan y ganen algo de dinero!” You want to jump out of this building, is your first thought. Crash all the way to the floor and forfeit this terrible life you’ve been ‘blessed with’. But you can’t. So you hold your head high, plaster on a smile, and walk out into the lobby of the brothel.

Your smile drops when you see him.

Of all the fucking brothels to go to, he chooses this one? The one you just so happened to start working at a week prior? That tenth-storey window looks even more tempting right now, especially when he locks eyes with you.

He’s with a man, blonde hair, blue eyes. You think that man’s name is Steve Murphy. Yes, you’ve seen them on the news. Who the fuck hasn’t? It just makes you even more frustrated. He left you and Carmen behind so that he could hunt down Pablo Escobar. He abandoned the two of you for fame.

Javi’s eyes dart back and forth between you and Steve, before he starts making his way towards you.

Hell to the fucking no. You turn on your heel and almost drag a man you noticed was ogling you for the past 5 minutes into one of the rooms, letting the curtains close behind you, separating you from Javi.

The time you share with that man is no different than any of the other men you’ve been with, all uncomfortable and gross for you, mind-blowingly good for him.

Sometimes you still think of Javi when you feel a man on top of you. He was the best you had, after all.

Outside, Javi curses loudly, drawing the eye of a few people and his partner.

“What the fuck was that, Javi? We’re here to question the girl, not chase after this random. Your dry spell that bad?” Steve laughs, clapping him on the back. Javi quickly shrugs him off, jaw clenched and gaze hollow.

“I know her.” He mutters. Yes, he knows you. He knows every part of you. Your smile, which he only saw on a rare occasion. Your eyes, which could always pierce him, see straight through his soul and see the worst parts of him. Your body, which you now sell because of him.

Steve is still yapping on about something or other whilst the storm inside of Javi swirls, growing and growing. You’re behind that curtain, selling your body. He knows why you’re doing it too, and it makes him feel even worse. He feels like he’s about to pass out as it all hits him at once.

What a piece of shit he’s been.

You don’t deserve this life. You deserve to be happy, supported and protected by someone, anyone who can help you. Not Javi though. He’s not fit to be a father. After what he’s seen, what he’s done, he could never care for something as precious as your baby.

But he knows what men are like. Knows that, somehow, he’s one of the better men in this country. It’s not a high bar to pass, this he knows too, but he figures that it must be why you have to work here to provide for yourself and his child. Fuck. He doesn’t even know the gender, the name. He wasn’t there for you at all, and he should have been.

It feels like there’s no going back though. How could he ever apologise enough or make it up to you? What he’s done is irreversible. Just from the way you reacted when you saw him now, it feels like it’ll be impossible to try to apologise to you.

He thinks of his father, his mother. How disappointed would they be? They probably already were, but with this? Abandoning a girl with a child he gave her?

They would surely disown him.

He feels like he’s been ungrateful too. After being raised by two loving and caring parents, how could he leave his own child without one? And with a life like this?

He runs a hand down his face, telling Steve to shut up. A loud shout from the man behind the curtain, surely finishing without giving you a moment of pleasure. He knows what you sound like when the sex is good. You barely made a peep in these past 5 minutes.

The man walks out, commenting on ‘how good that slut was’ as he walks past Javi and Steve, and it takes everything in him not to punch him square in the face there and then.

“I need to talk to her, Steve. 5 minutes.” Javi decides suddenly. He can’t let this go on.

“You better not be fucking on the job, Javi.”

He grunts in response, entering the room and letting the curtains slide closed behind him.

The entire world goes still, silent just for the two of you. Almost 2 years have gone by, and this is how you meet. The shame almost swallows him whole.

“I’m so sorry.” He says, before you can even register what’s happening, because he knows you’ll be ready to kick and scream to get him away from you when you do.

Unsurprisingly, your eyes well with tears, and your face twists into one of disgust.

“Why the fuck are you here.” You spit, holding your robe tighter around yourself.

“We were here for a job, and-”

“Do you think I actually care? You fucked off two years ago, I don’t want to see you back here now. Whatever it is you want, I don’t care.” You interrupt. Yes, this was going to be as difficult as he thought.

“Baby, please just-”

“Don’t fucking call me that! You don’t get to call me that!” You shout. He’s on borrowed time before somebody comes and escorts him out of here.

“Just listen to me, please. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He pleads, desperate for you to listen. He doesn’t know how to get his message across to you.

Your tears burst forth, fat droplets cascading down your skin as you turn away from him.

“Go away, Javier. I don’t want to see your face ever again. I see it in her everyday and it already haunts me enough.”

His baby is a girl.

“I’m here to talk about her. I… I want to help. I’m so sorry for leaving. I got scared. I thought- I wasn’t ready to take care of something as precious as a baby… I thought you would get hurt if it was discovered that a DEA agent like myself had a child.”

“Yeah. Agente de la DEA, Javier fucking Peña,” you scoff, “who abandoned his child in pursuit of fame. To catch a bad guy. Some fucking hero you think you are.”

He can’t get angry with you. He won’t. However wrong you are about what you just said. He won’t do it.

“I don’t want fame.” He grits out. How much of an asshole is he that you thought he would leave you for fame? “I’m trying to help this country. It was dangerous enough for me to see you regularly, you know this. If I was seen with a woman and a child, they wouldn’t waste a second trying to kill you both. I couldn’t let that happen to you. I care about you. Please understand, baby.” He begs you again, hand carefully reaching for your shoulder and turning you to face him. You’re still sniffling, silent tears falling down your cheeks as you refuse to meet his gaze.

“Mírame.” He whispers, cupping your jaw and tilting your head up so he can see your eyes.

“Please, I’m sorry.” He says. He’ll say it thousands, millions of times, it still won’t be enough, but he can see that you’re starting to understand.

“It’s been 2 years. I had to be pregnant and raise her all by myself. Not once did you check on me.”

“I was scared. I was being a coward, I know. I… I won’t be surprised if you tell me to leave again, but let me help pay for her. I don’t want you working here. It’s dangerous.” He murmurs, eyes shining with emotion as he looks into yours.

You shake your head, and he gets ready to argue about it, but you pull him closer, squeezing the air out of him and shaking with sobs again.

“I’ve needed you for so long. I- I don’t know how I managed this long. I need you, Javi.” You choke out, his heart shattering with every word until it’s laid out on the floor for you.

“I know. I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry.” He soothes, running his hand through your hair.

Over the next month, he helps you leave the brothel, gives you some money to get on your feet. You still live apart, despite his protests that you’d be safer living with him, you’re not ready yet.

Today you figure will be the decider of that. He’s going to meet Carmen.

You rub your eyes as the morning sun hits you, rousing you from your sleep. The clock reads 9:37. Just over 20 minutes until your daughter finally meets her father.

The 20 minutes are spent waking and feeding her, before a knock on the door stops you.

You exhale shakily and walk to the door, opening it slowly.

“Hola, Javi.” You say softly. He greets you, equally timid. You notice he’s holding a little teddy bear in his hands, almost making you laugh at how it looks being held by this big brooding man, but you just shake your head.

“Come and meet her.” You murmur, opening the door further so he can step inside.

There, messing around on your bed, is the most beautiful little girl he’s ever seen. He can definitely see his features on her face. The lips, the eyes. She got your nose, thankfully he thinks, and her hair is a unique blend of yours and Javi’s.

“She’s so beautiful.” He whispers, and you just nod, still unsure of your feelings for him right now.

“Carmen, baby, say hello.” You coo, picking her up and bringing her over to Javi. He’s quiet, scared, as always. But then she babbles at him, clapping her hands together and trying to reach for him. The teddy. He almost forgot about it.

“Hola pequeña, soy tu papá. ¿Quieres el peluche?” He says softly, waving it around a bit before handing it to her and letting her play. You and Javi talk for a bit while she sits on the bed, but then something happens. She gets tired, which is normal around 2pm, but instead of crawling to you, she goes to Javi. Carmen wraps her little fingers around one of his larger ones, curling up in his lap. The two of you still, and it shocks you to see tears appearing in his eyes as he strokes her hair, letting her sleep on him.

You decide to move in with him that night, realising that you don’t want him to be away from you and Carmen ever again.

TYSM for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! 💞

[b14augrana]

Coastlines

You and your mami go on vacation

Alexia Putellas x child!reader

masterlist

Warnings: ✖️, this is just fluff

A/N: this is my first time writing a child!reader fic 🥴 everyone say hi to our baby putellas!

i know i had a poll up for a few hours but i’ve just realised that ad astra per aspera (which won by a long shot) will probably take a while to write because it’s gonna be pretty long and in depth, and i wrote this quicker than expected so i might as well publish it. enjoy and let me know what u think!

“Capri, cariña. Can you say Capri?”

You smile at your mami in the mirror as she braids your hair, and you respond to her, “Capi!”

“Very close. Ca-pri, come on, you can do it,” Alexia coos, securing the end of your braid with a little rubber band. Your eyebrows knit together as you concentrate extra hard on pronouncing the word right for Mami. “Capi– noooo, that not it. Ca-pri… Capri?”

“You did it!” Alexia cheers, clapping her hands together. You beam immediately, copying her gesture as you clap your little hands and grin at her in the mirror. “Capri, am I saying it?” you ask eagerly, turning your head to look at her.

“Perfect,” she replies, placing a soft kiss to your forehead as she holds onto your shoulders gently. “Now you can pick what to wear in your hair.”

“Can you pick for me, mami? Too many, hard to pick,” you say.

You stand up and toddle over to your box of hair accessories. Alexia still remembers when you were half the age you are now, and you could barely stand up. You’ve come so far.

You lift the box up, and it’s not very heavy or big, but you feel strong lifting it all on your own without Mami.

She’s about to choose when you reach in and pull out a colourful bandana. It’s got a design on it that represents a neighbourhood, and it’s printed in purple-blue and pink stripes. In other words, it’s a 21/22 Barça third kit that Alexia repurposed.

About a month ago, she asked you what you wanted to wear in your hair, much like she did today. You got up and told her to wait, then you ran out of her bedroom.

When you came back, you had your tiny-versioned third kit on your head and a beaming smile on your face as you told her you were ready to go.

Alexia had multiple copies of the third kit from the 2022 season, so she transformed it into a little bandana you could properly wear on your hair.

“You want to wear that one?” she asks, and you nod confidently, handing it to her so she can tie it on your head.

She spins you around and ties it just above your hairline, smiling fondly as she spins you back around and admires her work. “Muy guapa, cariña. Put on your shoes and we can go to the beach.”

Mami stands up and walks to her suitcase, then she grabs her flip flops. You remember that you have the same flip flops as Mami and naturally, you want to match with her, so you run to pick up your own flip flops that are left beside your open suitcase.

You appear beside Alexia and stamp your foot to draw attention to your footwear. “Mami, look! I’m just like you!” you giggle.

She hopes that one day, other people will say the same thing when you grow up and play football for Barça just like her, keeping the Putellas legacy alive for another generation.

All she’s ever wanted out of a child is one who will inherit her footballing prestige, and she thinks you’re exactly that, because you love to kick your mini football around the house back at home, and you’ve got an eye for hitting it against the couch.

For now, she smiles at you, sticking her foot outwards while you’re amused by your matching shoes.

“Let’s go to the beach now,” Alexia says, offering you her hand. You happily grab ahold of her index finger with your entire hand, since that’s all you can fit.

Your little bag full of beach essentials is on your back as you and Mami walk to the beach. The bag of actual essentials is on Alexia’s back. Italy is a very nice country, and there’s so many colourful houses in Capri.

As you totter down the streets alongside Mami, you pass many people. To each one of them, you wave hello, and you grin every time they wave back at you as you turn to your Mami and tell her about your new friends that waved at you.

You’re totally enamoured of the neighbourhoods you two walk through to end up at the beach.

Immediately, you bend down to swoop your hand through the soft sand and laugh at the sensation. “Sand!” you exclaim, holding a fistful up to Alexia.

“That’s very nice, but what about the water?” she responds, motioning to the clear light blue water ahead. Your eyes light up, and you tug Alexia towards the water, though she doesn’t go far because you’re only tiny and not that strong yet.

She laughs and pulls you back towards her, picking you up in one fluid motion. “We can’t swim yet, you need to put on sunscreen!”

You huff and fold your arms stubbornly, frowning until Alexia gently tickles you in the stomach and sends you into a giggle fit which brings back your grin.

“Sunscreen first and then you can swim for as long as you want, I promise,” Alexia says, walking to a nearby beach umbrella with you in her arms. She sets you down, and once she lays out the beach mat, you plop down and get ready for her to put the sunscreen on.

She unpacks the bag and puts your water bottle and beach towel out on the mat, along with the sunscreen and her own water bottle. You unpack your own bag and pull out your mermaid toys and arm floaties.

“Mami, blow?” you toddle over to Alexia with the floaties in your arms, thrusting them forwards for her to blow up.

“In a minute cariña, sit down first so I can put your sunscreen on and then I’ll blow up your floaties. Vale?” She takes the floaties from you anyway and places them down beside her.

You nod, bum shuffling across the mat until you’re sitting in front of Alexia. You giggle as the cold sunscreen touches your face, and you scrunch your nose with a little gummy smile.

You’re just the bubbliest baby she’s ever seen. You have her smile and the same almond eyes, which disappear whenever you smile. Everything about you is tiny and adorable, and Alexia can’t help but be in awe of you the entire time.

Many people she knew had plans to spend their vacation with others. Alexia elected to spend hers with you, and she’s unapologetically glad she did, because now she’s on an island off the coast of Italy with the person she loves most and she’s the happiest she could be.

“All done,” Alexia says, rubbing the excess sunscreen on her own arms. You clap your hands and your smile hasn’t faltered. “Can we swim, Mami?” you ask hopefully, but your smile finally fades when Alexia shakes her head.

“I’m not swimming yet, I’m sorry cariña. Maybe later.”

“Not swim without Mami!” you protest, smacking your hands against the mat. You pout and cross your arms once again, kicking your floaties away.

Alexia frowns, grabbing your floaties back as she tries to restore your good mood. “I’ll swim later! Don’t you want to go see if you can find any fishies?”

You turn your back on her, shaking your head adamantly. “No!”

Mami sighs and begins to blow up your floaties anyway. When she’s done, she puts them in her lap. “You still need to put your floaties on.”

You let her slip them onto your arms, but afterwards you go back to crossing them tightly over your chest. “No mami, no swim,” you state.

“Okay okay, you little monkey,” Alexia laughs, standing up and running to the water. You’re quick to follow her, and you stumble along happily behind her with a newfound smile on your face that’s wider than ever. You and Mami go crashing into the water with a big splash.

Alexia pops up from underneath the water, and she shakes the water from her face and flicks it on you. “Mami, watch out!” you laugh, splashing her back by slapping your toys on the surface of the water.

She laughs as well, and soon you’re both splashing each other with your hands and toys. She puts you on her back and wades through the water, the pair of you floating calmly in the clearest sea you’ve ever seen.

“I like Ca-pri,” you say, holding onto Mami tightly as she swims. “Me too, cariña. It’s very nice,” Alexia replies, and the water laps at your back while she speaks.

Eventually, when the water is shallow enough, Mami lets you off her back and you can play with your toys in the water. Your bandana is helpful because your head doesn’t burn in the sun while you play, and you have more fun.

Alexia watches you fondly as you kick your little legs to stay afloat and play with your mermaids until it’s time to go and you trudge out of the water, teeth chattering slightly. The water and the sun kept you warm, but now it’s starting to set and you’re getting cold.

Mami wraps you in your towel and deflates your floaties while you put on your flip flops again, and then she packs your toys and floaties into your bag. “Come on cariña,” she says once you’re all packed up, giving you her hand again, “Do you want ice cream?”

“Yes! Love ice cream!” you exclaim, doing a little jump of happiness before gripping onto Alexia’s index finger again. “Let’s go get ice cream then, hm?” she adds, and you let go of her finger for a moment so you can clap your hands excitedly.

“Ice cream, ice cream!”

The chances of you pursuing the same career as Alexia used to be her biggest concern, but now there’s so many other things she looks forward to, like vacationing in lots more places with her carbon copy and eating gelato in Italy while the sun goes down.

She wouldn’t have it any other way.

[abejaenacuarela]

📼📼📼

Un resumen de mí año.

De mis obsesiones del año. Todas tiene que ver con casettes y cintas y grabadoras. Muy nostálgico todo.este dibujo lo empecé en agosto.

• do not repost, use or steal my art •

👁️Jonathan Sims / The archivist. The Magnus archives:

Le puse camperita náutica a Jon porque es el capítulo en el que está en un barco con basira y "se encuentran" con un flaco que laburaba para salesa que les cuenta cómo consiguió salesa la cámara de fotos (aka MAG 141). Also la pose es rara pero se supone que se está apoyando con el brazo en una baranda atrás, hay que usar un poco de imaginación.

⚔️Camilla Hect/ Palamedes Sextus. The locked Tomb:

I really like how Camilla turned out but also it's my first time drawing her because I've just been obsessively drawing griddlehark all year. I couldn't give her the arm muscles she deserved tho.

🧛‍♂️. Young Daniel Molloy. Interview with the vampire:

I hate how Daniel turned out but I couldn't just exclude him lol.

Also un poco me molestaba el ruido de fondo así que agregue una slide con los personajes sobre fondo blanco. Los casettes están semitraceados de una foto porque necesitaba que fueran bonitos y simétricos.

[samovar225]

Happy Birthday Pizza Tower!

I love this game, and especially the people I've interacted with at least a little bit during my time in this community.

and since such congratulations are the only way to at least "communicate" a little with my favorite artists, ftiends then why not..

@saltplane when i first saw your art on pinterest i was very inspired, i remember that art helped me draw Pizzahead for the first time😭😭plus, you are one of those people thanks to whom I stopped being ashamed of my favorite ship, and post mly first post about it, I didn't think you'd notice it, but when it finally happened I was overjoyed

@tinybubble330 I really like your OCs and headcanons, which surprisingly almost always match mine, I adore your drawing style and I remember how happy I was when you first reblogged my post... to be honest, I'm ashamed to say this, but I squealed like a little girl.

@bigboybird words can't describe how much you helped me one day, and I'm damn grateful to you for everything you've done for me and the whole community, thank you so much for everything!you are very cool🫐

@choco0ne I just love your Peppizza art!❤️❤️

@delta-muy don't stalk me, I'm right at your doorstep with a bouquet of flowers and candy, I love you little fox

@megil0pedro Bro, I swear we're going to blow up this dude's house, we just have to wait a little while until it becomes legal.

@alextydaisuda123 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE FIRST ART TRADE!!

@gggiiidd I understand that you may not see it right away, but despite all the hardships, you will cope! I promise, everything will be fine!❤️in the end I had the same situation and everything worked out in the end..

Remember that even if I didn't tag you, you are still a wonderful person and an artist! um.. even if you are not an artist. anyway, have a great day everyone and I share with you my favorite blueberries🫐🫐🫐

plus I'll add that I want to take a break from tumblr, I don't know for how long, but for a couple of days for sure, everyone I told in response to the questions: don't panic! I'll answer everything, I just don't have any strength left right now(

[tharett]

**** This is going to be the last ranfren post I'll make ****

I'm pretty sure some of you may know (and by looking into the community, will probably tell me to "grow up" lololol), the ranfren creator has... a VERY problematic past (that i properly searched and educated myself about)... and I no longer want to associate with their work (simple as that, really)☝️🤓

[Context as to Why I'm Uploading this xd]:

I was in the process of drawing this page (with the intention of uploading it ywy) before finding about the LORE about the making of the Ranfren series, so I couldn't bring myself to NOT upload this after putting a lot of work in for it... and we find ourselves here in this awkward situation :v

So with this, I will bid the series adieu and continue uploading art of my other interests 🙇‍♂️

Eng Translation of my Chicken Scratch Handwriting:

Nyon and Nyen photo:

- ok 1/2 (letters on his shirt)

- Nyon looks too feminine lmao (in my style)

-Nyen (why is he always drawn all muscley??) (Future thare: I now know (HAH))

Luther photo:

[Headcanon Box]

- always unprepared for visitors (doesn't have enough drinks each visit somehow)

[Dialogue]

Luther (L): "I hope your friends like them..."

Randal (R): "thanks big brother! Woah, an ash tray for a cup!? Cool"

Avalona and Spider Girl photo:

[Dialogue]

Avalona Mercury (A): c'mon guys! Hurry up! N'hee hee hee!"

R: "I'm on my way ladies!!"

A: "ew you're drooling again hee hee!"

[OC]Hirose Daiki (H): "I'll stick around a bit!"

[Extra Notes]

- HS AU ☆ high school alternative universe

- they all get along like normal teens <3

Comic Strip (LEFT TO RIGHT! Also Numbered!!):

[Contex Box]

- meeting the Ivory Family

[Dialouge + Action Boxes]

H: "oh! Hey Sebastian (S)! What a coincidence! Wanna hang later?"

S: "H-Hirose? What are you...?" [First time meeting Hirose out of school]

H: "I'm also here for groceries?? Lol. Why else would I be here?"

L: "oh? Is he a friend of yours, Randal?" [Lean--]

R: "eeh, I guess? He's a friend of a friend" [uninterested]

H: "hello! I'm Hirose Daiki, Randal's and Sebastian's friend! You must be Randal's big brother, Luther, right?" [Offering hand for handshake]

S: "I told you, you don't have to greet them..."

H: "nonsense!! It's a pleasure to meet you! Hi Randal ^^"

R: "ugh... hi..."

L: "(Oh, he's nicer than the other one (Satoru)!) Well yes! Yes I am- it's a pleasure to meet you, too!" [Flattered Blush]

H: "the pleasure is all mine!"

R: "Seb, let's go to the candy section!"

[Contex Box (2)]

- later made plans to introduce his (Hirose) parents

Traducción de Todo lo que Dije antes pero en Esp xd:

**** Esto será el último blog de Ranfren que haré ****

Estoy seguro que algunos de ustedes saben (y al mirar los tipos de la comunidad, probablemente me dirán que "ctm/no mms" xdxd), el creador de Ranfren tiene... un pasado MUY problemático (en la cual yo tome el tiempo para buscar para que me eduque adecuadamente)... y ya no quiero asociarme con su trabajo (así de simple, la neta JAJA) ☝️🤓

[Contexto de pq subo esto xdxd]:

Estaba en el proceso de terminar este dibujo (con la intención de subirla ;-;) antes de enterarme de la HISTORIA sobre la creación de la serie Ranfren, así que como no subir este dibujo después de ponerle tanto esfuerzo para terminarlo, y pues... ahora nos encontramos aquí en esta situación incomoda :v

Así que con esto, me despido de la serie y continuaré subiendo arte de mis otros intereses 🙇‍♂️

Traducción Esp de mi letra culera JAJAJA:

Foto de Nyon y Nyen:

- ok 1/2 (lo que tiene escrito en su blusa)

- Nyon se ve demasiado femenino JAJAJA (en mi estilo xd)

- Nyen (¿pq siempre lo dibujan todo musculoso?) (thare del futuro: ahora lo sé (JAJ))

Foto con Luther:

[Caja con Headcanon] ("Headcanon" son ideas que son implementados en un personaje(s) de cómo interactuan/como reaccionaría en ciertas situaciones, etc)

- Siempre no esta preparado para sus visitantes (por alguna razón siempre no tiene suficiente bebidas para servir en cada visita)

[Diálogo]

Luther (L): "espero que a tus amigos les gusten..."

Randal (R): "¡Gracias, hermano mayor! Gau, ¿¡un cenicero para una taza!? Chido"

Foto con Avalona y Chica Araña:

[Diálogo]

Avalona Mercurio (A): "¡Vamos chicos! ¡Apúrense! ¡N'hji ji ji!"

R: "¡¡Voy llegando chicas!!"

A: "¡Que asco, estas babeando de nuevo ji ji!"

[OC]Hirose Daiki(H): "¡Me quedo con ustedes por un poco!"

[Notas Extra]

- UA de Prepa ☆ Universo Alternativo de la Prepa/Secundaria

- se llevan como adolescentes normales <3

Tira Cómica (¡LEER DE IZQUIERDA A DERECHA! ¡¡TAMBIÉN ESTÁ NUMERADO!!)

[Caja de Contexto]

- conociendo la Familia Ivory

[Diálogo + Cajas de Acción]

H: "¡oh! ¡Que tal Sebastian (S)! ¡Que coincidencia! ¿Quieres pasar el rato?"

S: "¿H-Hirose? ¿Que haces aquí...?" [La primera vez que mira a Hirose fuera de la escuela]

H: "¿¿También estoy aquí para el mandado?? Lol, ¿para que más estaría aquí?"

L: "¿Oh? Este es un amigo tuyo, Randal?" [Se inclina--]

R: "eee, ¿yo diría? Es amigo de un amigo" [desinteresado]

H: "¡Hola! ¡Soy Hirose Daiki, amigo de Randal y Sebastian! Usted es el hermano mayor de Randal; Luther, ¿es cierto?" [Ofreciéndole la mano para saludarlo]

S: "te he dicho, no necesitas saludarlos..."

H: "¡¡Tonterías!! ¡Es un placer conocerte! Hola Randal ^^"

R: "ugh... hola..."

L: "(Oh, ¡es más amable que el otro (Satoru xd)!) ¡Por supuesto! Soy el hermano mayor- ¡Es un placer conocerte!" [Rubor Halagado(?)]

H: "¡El placer es todo mío!"

R: "¡Oye Seb, vayamos a la sección de dulces!"

[Caja de Contexto (2)]

- después hicieron planes para introducir sus padres (de Hirose)

Con esto, me despido y les deseo que tengan una buenas/os días, tardes, o noches 🫂💕

And with this, I say goodbye and wish all of you a good day, afternoon, or night 🫂💕

[komoboko]

There's a new official art and this tweet changed the trajectory of my life so I NEED AN ARTIST MUI X READER

Maybe the reader would be admiring his way of drawign and nad nadua ndaud *explodes*

𝐒𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤

Artist!Muichiro x gn!reader

this character art changed my life cloudy i forever thank you for showing me this

Artist!Muichiro who first started having a crush on you after you complimented his art. It wasn’t something really big or important like slaying demons for example, just a passion he would do every now and then to pass the time.

While Muichiro was always aware that he's always had some skill when it came to art. He won't even realize how much people appreciated the craft until you complimented him one day.

"Muichiro you drew this yourself?" Your question snaps him out of the trans he was in previously. He stares at you a moment before nodding his head, noting the surprised but delighted expression that appears on your face. He never thought people actually admired his art, sure he's seen some lower ranks peer over to look at what he was drawing, but walking up to him? Complimenting him?? New territory for him.

He pulls his sketchbook in-between the two of you as he saw you take a seat next to him. He flips through the pages as he hears your comments and reactions to things he's drawn over the past couple months. "Who taught you how to draw?" You ask more eager to know where he learned his skills.

"I taught myself." He replies in a more relaxed manor with easily makes your jaw drop to the floor. Your reaction surprises him partially but he keeps his composure for good measures. "I could teach you if you wanted me to." He adds as your mouth continues to fall agape but your eyes shine with happiness. "Seriously? You wouldn't mind??" Muichiro nods his head as a goofy smile appears on your face. In response Muichiro can't help but let a small smile appears on his face.

He doesn't want to forget how beautiful you look when you smile, in-fact he doesn't really want to forget anything about this short conversation at all.

When the sun begins to set and you wave Muichiro goodbye, Muichiro immediately goes back to drawing. Instead of drawing the dragon like he showed you before or other animals he saw, he starts to sketch your face. He wants to make sure he remembers what you look like and who you are, and the next time he can see you for your first art lesson.

One sketch then turns into two, then two sketches turn into three. Then a sketch turns into a page, then two, then it turns into more pages then he can count. Different sketches of things you like or the food you told him you really hated. His favorite is the drawing of you two sitting next to each other while your sharing furofuki daikon, he was quite happy you remembered his favorite food for him.

"Love does crazy things to somebody, yes?" He hears Mr. Ubuyashiki states as Muichiro stares up at him, his face more confused than impressed. Kayaga only smiles before sitting next to the boy. "I'm surprised you haven't realized you've fallen in love yet." He. adds on as Muichiro can only look at him in surprise.

"Who have I fallen in love with..?" Muichiro asks the corps leader as he can only let out a laugh. He watches his finger glide until it lands on your face drawn delicately in his sketchbook. It only hits him then of what his master was saying.

So that's what he's been feeling when he's spending time with you. The warm feeling that bubbles in his chest. Love. You've struck him in the heart with your affection and now he can only wonder. Has he done the same to you?

[sgiandubh]

Anon rebelde.

Primero felicitarte por la paciencia infinita para explicar ese mundo complicado de las implicaciones legales que suponen un nombre en un cargo.

¿Con fans devotas como Caittony, quien necesita Cait como enemigos? Doy por supuesto que Cait está encantada de como sus fans más entregadas a la causa Tait, consiguen poner en medio de la escena a su tímido marido con el resultado, de que por elevarle el status, solo consiguen dejarlo en la más completa evidencia y miseria. No creo que esta fan en concreto reciba una proxima invitación al palacete para el té de las cinco 🤓

Dear (returning) Anon Rebelde,

Mi país está en llamas ahora mismo, y por eso llego muy tarde con mi respuesta. Pero fuego o no, primero traduciré lo que me enviaste:

'First of all, I would like to congratulate you for your infinite patience in explaining the complicated world of legal implications that come with having a certain position [in a company].

With devoted fans like Caittony, what enemies would Cait need? I assume that Cait is delighted with the way her most dedicated fans of the Tait cause manage to put her shy husband in the middle of the scene, with the result that by elevating his status, they only manage to leave him in the most complete shame and misery. I don't think that this particular fan will receive an invitation to the mansion for afternoon tea in the near future 🤓'

You would be surprised of how some of those most devoted fans are still willing to deny the evidence simply (but quite obviously) provided by papers themselves. They chose to believe what exists is a 'ruse', when in reality all I did was to sum up and translate in everyday language a couple of legal things that I have always backed up with precise, unbiased reference, inviting my readers to draw their own (logical) conclusions. It is not my fault that the GLA Taj Mahal was designated as an 'investment property' on that particular balance sheet. Were it otherwise, I am sure that HM Revenue and Customs' agents would be already banging on that door, asking for more explanations. But I suppose this is what happens when you live in a carefree world, where you have zero knowledge about how things really work and you think your own reality must necessarily be everyone else's.

In that particular person's case, I would simply say it must be really, really sad being them. I mean, it must be tedious having to talk to your two or three clones every single time you post something, in the hope to finally become relevant.

[skipper1331]

Fighting // Alessia Russo

The day started off fine.

Like she always did, Alessia woke up before you.

Most of the time it was an hour before the alarm went off but she didn‘t leave the bed until. She would lay in bed and admire you. Her hand would scratch your back or stomach (depending on the position you were in) so softly while she pressed feathery kisses on top of your head and sometimes she would mumble phrases like 'you’re so pretty, my girl' or 'i‘m so lucky to be with you'.

When the alarm went off she let it ring 2 minutes or so, so you could start to wake up. After she turned it off, of course your eyes still closed, she started to press kisses to each of your cheeks, to your forehead, chin, temple and the corner of your mouth. The moment she felt your smile she knew you were present. "Good morning, my pretty pretty girl" she whispered. Your smile only grew at the pet name yet still too tired to respond. "You need to get up, so we can get ready for todays derby, baby." this time you hummed as reply. Alessia made her way to the bathroom to start her routine while you were still sitting in the bed with no energy to move. It was too early. "babygirl, you need get up otherwise we‘ll be late."

"Need kisses" you stated sleepy.

Alessia exited the ensuite bathroom again, chuckling. She pecked your lips sweetly but it wasn‘t enough. As a respond you grumbled. You wanted a real kiss. Another peck was pressed to your lips. "Lessi" you whined. You pouted at her while giving her your best puppy dog eyes. You knew she could never resist them. It made her weak (yet she always was when she was around you). Finally giving in, she gave you the good morning kiss you deserved, knocking the air out of your lungs.

The game ended in a 1-1 draw. Unfortunately, you didn‘t had the chance to talk to your former Barcelona teammate Leila before the game so you decided to approach the city player after. Your transfer to united was a few years back while Leilas to city was just recently. Leila and you had been great friends at barcelona but as life goes on you lost contact. From time to time the two of you called each other but it wasn‘t the same. When you heard the news that Leila would come to Manchester you were excited. You knew Leila didn‘t get enough playing-time at Barca which made you sad considered she was a great left back. You owe Leila a lot: she made you feel welcome in Spain, she spent hours of teaching you spanish and supported you even when you had your doubts. So the only right thing to do was to offer her the same opportunities. Due a busy schedule you hadn‘t seen her since her arrival, so the derby was the first time in years (despite the euros) where you saw her. "Leila!" you shouted to get her attention. You ran up to her and jumped on her. She easily caught you. "¿Cómo estás?" (how are you) she asked. "Muy bien, ¿y tú? (really good, and you?). The two of you talked about how City was treating her, If she liked manchester so far and so on. It was a talk about everything and nothing and you must admit it was really nice to catch up with the spaniard. Despite the fact that you hadn‘t seen each other for a long time, it was as If the other person was never away. The dynamic between you two was like it was back in Spain.

As you entered the changing room Alessia was nowhere to be seen, her cubby empty. "El, have you seen Lessi?" you asked her best friend. "Nah" Not giving it too much thought, you showered and changed into normal clothes. Maybe she was already at your car, you thought. So you grabbed your bag and walked to the car where in fact Alessia was already sitting in the drivers seat. "Didn‘t know you could be this fast" you joked referring to the time it took her to shower and get changed while you were still on the pitch talking to Leila. She mumbled something but you were to occupied with talking about the match that you didn‘t notice it. What you also didn‘t notice was that Alessia was awfully quiet and kept her hand to herself. Normally she would have her hand on your thigh or would hold your hand.

At home, she still hadn‘t said a word. When she started to cook something you hugged her taller figure from behind with your chin resting on her shoulder "what are we gonna eat tonight?" you asked. You couldn’t tell what she wanted to cook with only a few ingredients on the kitchen counter. "I‘m making myself a pizza. Don‘t know what you‘re gonna eat." she huffed while wiggling out of your embrace. "What?" -

"You heard me" If you haven‘t noticed earlier that she was mad, you did now. And if you think back: she didn‘t hold your hand in the car, didn‘t talk to you either and certainly didn‘t kiss you. She was mad at you. "Are you mad at me?" you asked suprised as if it wasn‘t obvious. "I don‘t know. You tell me." she snapped. starting to pack away the ingredients. She was not in the mood for pizza anymore. "Lessi?" you grabbed her arm, stopping her in her movement. "Don‘t touch me!" instantly she pushed your hand away and walked out of the kitchen. You were taken aback, Alessia always wanted to feel your touch even If it‘s only your pinkies linking. "I don‘t understand" you followed her. "Of course you don‘t" an ironic laugh escaped her mouth. You were starting to get angry, too. Why didn‘t she just say what her problem was? "Why are you so mad at me?" you shouted. Enough was enough. You wanted - no, you had to know what you did wrong. "Why don‘t you ask Leila?! Maybe she gets all your attention. Oh wait- She already has!" she yelled. Now you understood; Alessia was jealous.

Angrily, she marched towards your bedroom. Again, you followed her but a few steps behind. Before you could enter your shared bedroom she slammed the door in your face. The door was slammed with so much force that even the picture frame fell off the shelf. Alessia heard the glass shattering and shortly afterwards your cursing. Immediately she opened the door, only to see you in a squat position trying to clean the floor. Her eyes looking at your bleeding hand. Something in her flipped at the sight of you because the second she saw blood on you her anger washed away and was replaced with worry. She squatted down, picked you up and carried you bridal style to the bathroom. "Lessi-" she shushed you with her finger on your lips. Frantically, she searched for the first aid kit. "You don‘t need to do this" you said in a low voice, looking at the floor. "What? Of course I do, you’re my girl" with the first aid kit now lying next to you, she started off with cleaning the wound. You flinched a few times and each time Alessia would stop. She would look into your eyes, search for consent to continue and when you nod, she would give you a soft kiss to your forehead. Everything was done quietly. Both of you wanted to say something but remained silent. As Alessia finished to put the bandage around your hand, your head fell onto her chest. The exhaustion of the game and your fighting visible. "I‘m sorry" you both started, a small laugh coming from the Italian and you. With your head off her chest "may I?" a nod came as respond "I‘m sorry. I didn‘t mean to upset you. I know i talked to Leila for a while. I didn't get a chance to talk to her before and I owe her so much. I want to give it back to her, even if she's not playing with us." you apologized and explained. You have always thought that it was important to give an explanation for your actions so that the other person knew that you‘re serious about your apology. "And thank you for the" you wiggled with your injured hand "you didn’t have to do that. I shouldn‘t have followed you when i knew that you‘re angry. I‘m sorry." Everything you said was nothing but the truth. You hated it when Alessia and you fight. But luckily, it rarely happened. And even If; you're human beings, you're not perfect. Sometimes you get into a fight and argue but that's normal. No relationship is perfect. The trick is to communicate and express your feelings to reconcile.

Alessia pressed a long kiss to your forehead. "I‘m sorry too. I didn't mind you talking to Leila. I know she means a lot to you. It bothered me that once the game was finished, you didn't give me a high give or acknowledged me at all, even though we always do our special handshake. Then the fans talked about your interaction and it made me upset because of the rumours of you two being a couple. They got into my head." During her explanation her eyes never left yours, her cheeks red. She felt slightly embarrassed because she exposed her feelings.

Before your relationship Alessia didn‘t talk about her feelings, she bottled them inside of her and it took you some time to break her walls down and make it clear that her feelings are valuable. "I‘m sorry about your hand… that i caused it." you took her hands in yours (careful not hurt your wounded hand more) and kissed each finger tip. "It wasn‘t your fault" you whispered as you switched to her other hand. "I love you and I am proud of you" her heart melted at your words. To hear that you‘re proud her made her fall in love with you all over again while the three little words made her go feral. "Stop it, you silly" Alessia giggled.

The italian could never take compliments especially when they came from you.

As your hand wandered to her neck your lips pressed against the blonde‘s. A kiss that was so soft and loving that it meant more than words ever could. "Pizza?" you asked smiling after breaking away. "Yes!", peppering kisses to your lips. "Lets go" with an ease she picked you up and carried you into the kitchen.

It didn‘t matter what happened earlier, it happened and it‘s okay. This is life. There are ups and down.

The moment you both fell for each other (even when Alessia literally fell for you) you agreed to the risk of arguing, disagreeing and having problems. As long as you reconcile and fight for each other, everything will turn out fine.

It‘s Alessia and Y/N, like it‘s always been.

The two of you against the world.

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If you have requests or anything, feel free to send them :)

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[daisies-daydreams]

Hi! I hope you're having a good day. I wanted to ask if you could please write a fluffy/angsty scenario where Alejandro Vargas comforts his wife whose having anxiety about being a first-time mom? Thank you!!

Pairing: Alejandro Vargas x Pregnant!Wife!Reader Category: Fluff/Angst Warnings: Mentions of Morning Sickness, Pregnancy

Word Count: 987

A/N: Hello! Thank you for your lovely request! I’m a sucker for domestic scenarios. 🥰 I apologize, my Spanish is pretty rusty but I tried to be as accurate as possible. I hope you enjoy!

Warm sunlight poured over your face and cascaded down the soft fabric of your maternity dress. You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath. You swayed back and forth in your rocking chair while rubbing your swollen belly. The deck creaked below you with each sway of the chair. Your eyes snapped open when you felt a small kick below your palm.

“Hello, little one,” you whispered with a smile. Another kick reverberated against your hand as if they were answering. You grinned as you continued to rub your abdomen, taking in the sound of the summer breeze rustling the nearby trees. Heavy footsteps thudded behind you. You turned your head to see Alejandro smiling warmly. He carried two glasses of horchata in his large hands. You returned his gentle expression as you took the beverage in your hands. He kissed your lips softly before sliding into the chair next to yours.

“¿Cómo te sientes hoy, cariño?” he asked sweetly. You sighed, taking a small sip of your drink. Notes of cinnamon and vanilla coated your tongue, blending pleasantly before you swallowed.

“Estoy muy cansada,” you replied with a weak laugh. “It felt like I didn’t get any sleep at all last night,” you continued, eyes watching the hummingbirds flick back and forth around the nectar-filled feeder that hung nearby. Alejandro nodded, recalling how he helped you wash your hair after you threw up several times throughout the night. He set his drink down on the side table and took your hand in his, stroking your knuckles with his thumb.

“Lo siento, mi amor,” he apologized. You smiled at him as he massaged the back of your hand.

“Thank you, Ale,” you sighed. He nodded. Your heart melted when he brought your hand up to his lips.

“I’m sorry it’s been so hard, mi corazón,” he whispered. You smiled, bringing his hand down to your tummy. He gasped when your baby kicked again, this time much harder. You winced at the harsh, internal impact. “Ay, te comportas,” Alejandro clicked his tongue playfully. You quietly laughed, shoulders bouncing before you took another slow sip of horchata. You smacked your lips, drawing out a heavy sigh as a hummingbird drew closer to you. You held your breath as its wings buzzed quietly, its small, emerald head tilting as it observed you. The bird’s ruby throat puffed out before it quickly zipped away into a nearby tree.

“Magnífico,” Alejandro murmured, his lips cracked into a wonder-struck grin. You nodded, watching as more of the tiny birds dipped and swerved around. He squeezed your hand, drawing your eyes to him. “(Y/N)…I want you to know that I’m so amazed by you,” he breathed. You tilted your head. He clasped his other hand above yours, his thumb still stroking your soft palm. “You’ve been so strong through all of this, mi vida. I know this is our very first child, and-” his words halted when he saw tears well in your eyes.

“¿Cariño?¿Qué te pasa?” he asked, his brows knitting together as he wiped a tear that rolled down your cheek. You released a shaky sigh as you sobbed, the waterfalls ceaselessly pouring from your eyes. Alejandro frowned, patiently waiting for your response.

“What if…What if I’m not ready, Ale?” you cried. Your husband reached over, taking your cup from you and placing it next to his.

“Not ready for what, (Y/N)? To be a mother?” he asked. You nodded and sniffed. He hummed, his hands coming up again to wipe the wet stains on your face. “Ven aquí, bebé,” he murmured softly while patting his thigh. You wiped your eyes before he helped you onto his lap. You sat on his sturdy thighs, his hand bracing the outside of your leg. Your face crashed into his shoulder. He stroked your back and whispered sweet words as you soaked his shirt with your tears.

“I’m so scared,” you confessed with a shaky breath. Alejandro pulled back to look at you, his eyes studying your worn features. “Th-There’s just so many unknowns. What if the baby doesn’t latch right away? What if something happens in the middle of the night? When I’m not around?” you rambled. You swallowed a lump in your throat, your husband’s eyes steady on you. “What if I…I just can’t do it,” you shook. Alejandro was silent, his hand pressing on the small of your back. Your bottom lip trembled, pain and exhaustion ricocheting through every bone in your body.

“Hey, look at me,” he commanded gently. You slowly tilted your head up, his hand on your thigh coming up to cup your chin. You blushed as he captured your lips in a deep kiss. You melted into the tender embrace, your hands coming up to stroke up his chest. Alejandro’s thumb caressed your chin before he pulled away. “Cariño, this will be a first for both of us. Will we make mistakes? Sí, all parents do,” he said firmly. You sighed, your body sinking into his hold. “I believe in you, (Y/N)-I believe in us. And we’re going to raise this baby the best we can,” Alejandro said with a sturdy resolution. Your frown slowly shifted into a small grin. You nodded.

“Te amo, mi corazón,” Alejandro whispered gently, his words falling over you like the calming breeze. You laughed quietly, his hand coming up to swipe at the small waterfalls cascading down your weary face.

“Te amo, Ale,” you said, nuzzling your cheek against his. You felt him smile at his nickname, his arms coming to squeeze you tightly as he planted small kisses over your face. Both of you remained seated on your porch, holding each other tenderly. You soon nodded off in his arms, head rolling into his chest. Alejandro smiled, brushing hair out of your face before he too slipped into an afternoon nap.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

Translations:

¿Cómo te sientes hoy, cariño? - How are you doing today, honey?

Estoy muy cansada - I’m very tired.

Lo siento, mi amor - I’m sorry, my love.

Mi corazón - My heart

Ay, te comportas - Hey, behave yourself.

Mi vida - My life.

Magnífico - Magnificent

¿Cariño?¿Qué te pasa? - Honey? What’s wrong?

Ven aquí, bebé - Come here, baby.

Sí - Yes

Te amo - I love you.

[moonlight-1108]

-Algunos datos sobre mí(y mi oc):

1.-Mi color favorito es el morado. 2.-Si tuviera que decir algún personaje de los que e creado que sea mi favorito…definitivamente Félix(realmente me agrada su personaje) 3.-La criatura morada que está en el dibujo se llama Moonlight y mi Oc se llama Starnight(de ahí es que proviene el" M/S") 4.-El "0811"es por mi fecha de nacimiento. 5.-Mi LBP favorito es el 3(Sí,con todo y sus bugs,para mí es el mejor >:D)aunque también me gusta el LBPK. 6.-Nunca haré un dibujo selfshipping,por qué?simplemente no me gusta eso(Siempre espectadora)…TRANQUILOS!!yo respeto a quienes les gusta y algunos dibujos me parecen lindos. 7.-Por supuesto que me gustan los temas de astronomía,creo que lo dejo muy a la evidencia en los dibujos de mi Oc(y mi oc en sí) 8.-Sí,soy de México. 9.-Perdón si tardo mucho en actualizar,aveces no tengo ganas de actualizar(simplemente mi cuerpo está cansado aún sin hacer mucho)y cuando quiero,estoy ocupada :,,D. 10.-Mi primer acercamiento al fandom del Lórax fue "Biggering"Durante el auge que tuvo nuevamente el fandom por ahí de 2022-2023(Recuerdo estar navegando por youtube y me salió la canción,quede impactada por épica canción,así que investigue más y…aquí estoy). 11.-Cuando me uní al fandom del Lórax,me quise hacer la "Única y especial,que yo no enamoraría del Once-ler"…AQUÍ ESTOY :DD solo duré con eso unos meses y termine adorando al chico que destruye ecosistemas. 12.-Ahora con el tema de Superjail,pues…Estaba en Wattpad y me pregunte;Por qué no buscamos historias de Once-ler?,no puede ser tan malo(Primero,wtf,encontré algunas interesantes y unas…),encontré una historia de Warden-ler,me adentre pero no sabía quien era el Warden,así que investigue….Y AQUÍ ESTAMOS!! 13.-Por supuesto que me gustan las canciones de Will Wood,mi favorita es la de -Main character-Me encanta,es una canción interesante. 14.-Mido 1.70 cm 15.-Por supuesto que odio a la madre de Once-ler y al papá de Warden(son unos monstruos):DD.

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-Some information about me (and my oc):

1.-My favorite color is purple. 2.-If I had to say a character that I've created that's my favorite…definitely Felix (I really like his character) 3.-The purple creature in the drawing is called Moonlight and my OC is called Starnight (that's where the "M/S" comes from) 4.-The "0811" is for my birth date. 5.-My favorite LBP is the 3rd (Yes, with all its bugs, for me it's the best >:D) although I also like the LBPK. 6.-I will never make a selfshipping drawing, why? I just don't like that (I'm always a spectator)… DON'T WORRY!! I respect those who like it and some drawings seem cute to me. 7.-Of course I like astronomy topics, I think I make it very evident in the drawings of my Oc (and my oc itself) 8.-Yes, I'm from Mexico. 9.-Sorry if it takes me a long time to update, sometimes I don't feel like updating (my body is simply tired even without doing much) and when I want to, I'm busy :,,D. 10.-My first approach to the Lorax fandom was "Biggering" During the boom that the fandom had again around 2022-2023 (I remember browsing YouTube and the song came up, I was shocked by the epic song, so I investigated more and… here I am). 11.-When I joined the Lorax fandom, I wanted to be the "One and only, that I wouldn't fall in love with the Once-ler"… HERE I AM :DD I only lasted a few months and ended up adoring the boy who destroys ecosystems. 12.-Now with the Superjail topic, well… I was on Wattpad and I asked myself; Why don't we look for Once-ler stories? It can't be that bad (First, wtf, I found some interesting ones and some…), I found a Warden-ler story, I got into it but I didn't know who the Warden was, so I investigated… AND HERE WE ARE!! 13.-Of course I like Will Wood's songs, my favorite is the one from -Main character- I love it, it's an interesting song. 14.-I'm 1.70 cm tall 15.-Of course I hate Once-ler's mother and Warden's father (they are monsters). :DD.

[spacemagictea]

Beacon in the Dark

First of the stories I've written about my Drifter, Kaylessa and Amir Beckett. I plan to write more and it will all include some fluff, some angst and some sap.

TW: Sibling death

Stories will include spoilers from both the quest and the chats in one way or another to a varying degree.

I've not written things in like 10 years, and I've never shared things that I've written/came up with to be honest. I hope you enjoy.

If color coding makes things harder to read, then I'll remove it. Lemme know, please. <3

Spoken dialogue in -speak-, thoughts in 'thought', just in case.

March 14th,1999

The days in Höllvania were starting to get longer as winter slowly gave way to spring. Warmer seasons presented new challenges, but also new opportunities. One exceptionally calm evening in the central mall, Kaylessa was discussing a field hospital setup with Lettie.

-Alright, we seem to have the layout worked out.- Kay straightened out in the chair, gently pushing a rough plan drawing towards the medic. -How do you feel we discuss supplies tomorrow, maybe after lunch?

-Muy bien, come tomorrow whenever you aren’t busy. Get some rest for now. Gracias, babas.- Lettie nodded with appreciation, grabbing the piece of paper to take a closer look.

-Great. See you tomorrow, then.

The Drifter got up from the chair, rolling back her shoulders. At first, she considered walking straight to the backroom before an idea sprung in her mind and she headed downstairs.

‘Perhaps I should invite him to lunch. I think he’d like that.’

Recently, she talked over the KIM with Amir about what she jokingly called a “date idea” of having a talk about her past over a big plate of pasta. She came to appreciate the jittery technician a lot over the last weeks, finding a lot in common with him. Kay directed her steps towards the arcade, where he could be found in his time off. This time, she saw Amir hunching over some machinery, doing some tinkering on some kind of circuit board. In one hand, he held a soldering iron, in the other a pair of tweezers as he seemed to be adjusting or putting on a chip on the PCB. Kaylessa hated breaking Amir’s focus when he seemed invested in doing something, even if he never got angry at her regardless of her timing. 

This time, however, things went a bit different than usual as Amir looked up from the board and spotted her walking in, even though a second ago he seemed absolutely absorbed by his work.

-Heya! You need something, Kay? - Kay could swear Amir’s grey eyes lit up with a subtle spark whenever he noticed her coming up to him and this time was no exception. While normally she’d chalk it up to him being a cheerful guy, it felt like it happened only towards her. Or perhaps that’s what she wanted to think.

-Hey, Amir. I was thinking about our recent chat and uhm…- she stuttered a little in an unusual show of shyness -How would you feel about eating lunch together tomorrow?

This time, she couldn’t deny the joy she noticed in his eyes as he responded. Did her heart skip a beat now or was it just a feint?

-Yes! I’d love that!-  his leg started bouncing like an excited Kubrow puppy. -What time?

She wasn’t sure if she expected him to decline or if her brain just crashed under happy emotions because she realized she didn’t immediately have an answer.

-Uh, like, 14… I think? The hour I usually come to eat- she blurted out, feeling the heat of her cheeks as they turned a soft shade of red. -Time’s weird in this place.

-Heh, everything is weird in this place. See you tomorrow, then? - The enthusiastic response encouraged Kay, as she gave Amir a wide smile and an equally cheerful confirmation.

-Great! I’ll go ask Arthur to prepare something for us.

She headed out towards where Arthur usually operated, feeling like her head floated in the clouds, heart pounding in her chest. The sensation was odd, but she welcomed it. Suddenly, she felt Eleanor gently slip in her mind with a voice of worry.

‘You okay there, Drifter? Your mind suddenly started racing and I got a bit concerned.’

‘Yeah.’ she nodded as if she was replying to Eleanor face to face. ‘Just a bit… overwhelmed with emotions, that’s all. But positive emotions.’

'Ah, I see.' There was a brief pause as if Eleanor took a moment to realise what’s up.  ‘He could use someone like you in his life, you know? Someone who will help him acknowledge his worth. But do not worry, I will not spill anything unless I absolutely have to.’ The last words had the most teasing tone and Kay could swear her cheeks were not unlike the most pure rubedo in this moment.

‘Absolutely have to? I mean… I can’t even figure it out… just yet. But… thanks for keeping it safe.’ Her reply stammered, but the encouragement stuck in the back of her mind. As Eleanor withdrew with the same gentle grace as she got in, Kaylessa couldn’t help but start to ponder. She did know she cared about Amir, but this was unlike anything she experienced before. She had friends, but never anything more. Not that she got any opportunities to experience that before coming here. Quincy attempted to flirt with her day 2 of knowing her and it flew over her head like a rock launched from a catapult. Granted, it didn’t help that the first impressions of him were not so positive, but it was so obvious, when she later realized it, she wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be embarrassed, or both. Amir on the other hand didn’t try anything explicit, but she couldn’t help but read his behavior as his own way of trying to capture her attention. If he didn’t have his own tasks, he’d volunteer to go on missions with her, even if they wouldn’t normally be something up his alley. He often sought her out and even if they didn’t talk, he seemed to enjoy having her around. And Kay often returned the favor, sometimes spending more of her time off sitting in the arcade than in her backroom. Sometimes they didn’t talk for hours on end, yet there was a mutual feeling of “glad you’re here”. She’d chalk it up to wanting to be friends with him, but she never had a funny feeling in her stomach and sudden outbursts of awkward shyness when talking to her friends. This was something more, even if she was hesitant to admit if, if only for fear of it not being mutual.

She didn’t even notice when she got to the monitoring room. Arthur was his usual brooding self, standing hunched over some local maps with a pencil in hand, probably planning the routes for the next missions. Kaylessa approached the squad leader.

-Hey, Arthur. Sorry to interrupt.- Despite the rocky start to their relationship, there was already an air of mutual respect between them. Arthur was very much impressed with Kaylessa’s work ethic and the Drifter with how he managed to keep everything together in spite of all the odds against the Hex.

-Drifter. What do you need?- he acknowledged her, looking up from the maps. -How’s the field hospital planning?

-Good. We got the layout sketched out and I’ll help Lettie sort out a list of supplies we will need tomorrow so you can get us some leads. I’ve got a little request.- Kay tried her best to not betray the feelings the mention of the request stirred within her. Arthur didn’t seem to show whether he figured anything out and gave her a nod to continue. -For lunch tomorrow, would you mind preparing some pasta for two?

-Yeah, but can you be more specific? There’s many types of pasta, I assume you don’t want square spaghetti.- he chuckled.

-NO.- Kay’s eyes widened on the reminder of the horrible contraption. -It was called, I believe, rigatoni? No clue how it’s normally prepared. It’s for me and… for Amir.- she felt slight heat on her cheeks again when she finished the request. Embarrassed, she scolded herself in her mind. Thankfully, Arthur didn’t bring it up, whether he noticed or not.

-Okay. Consider it done, I’ve got a recipe everyone might like even.- he seemed to be quite enthused by the request. Drifter noticed that Arthur liked cooking and she was glad he had an outlet. He absolutely needed it. Thus, the request felt like she was doing a service to him as well. 

-Thanks. Take care, then.- she turned around and began heading to the backroom.

-You too. And, Kay? Thanks for being a positive influence on Amir.- Arthur’s sudden expression of gratitude surprised her, but she gave him a quick head bow before picking up the pace of her walk, hoping that her cheeks turning crimson again wasn’t noticed.

When Kaylessa returned to the backroom, she let out a sigh of… relief? She didn’t expect her request to be accepted, and yet there she was, her heart fluttering with joy and excitement. Preparing for sleep, she hummed a happy melody that she didn’t even know where she remembered it from. And she let the joyful anticipation lull her to sleep, even if she knew her dreams probably weren’t going to be so nice.

In the meantime, Amir paced happily around the arcade. Kay’s request was a bit unexpected, but it left him overjoyed all the same. His mind raced with questions and wondering what - and how - he should ask her about things. Was it going to be a date or a friendly talk? Regardless, he was going to embrace this opportunity to spend more time alone with her. Tomorrow was going to be good, wasn’t it?

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March 15th, 1999

The next day, Amir was waiting in the food court of the mall since 13 ticked on the clock, his excitement making him unable to stay in the arcade. Surprisingly he hasn’t seen Kaylessa out and about yet on this day, but perhaps she was busy with something. The next hour came around however and he could feel his excitement replaced by anxiety as no sign of the Drifter was showing. His legs were bouncing and even his usual best game distractions didn’t seem to work to chase off the brain goblins.

“Maybe she forgot? Maybe she got really busy with something? Ormaybeshehatesmeactuallyandsetmeup-” his mind raced as minutes passed with no indication of change to her lack of presence. “Or maybe I should ask others if they’ve seen her. Yeahthatsoundsaboutrightshe’shelpingthemallalotafterall”. 

With this resolution, he got up, the race of his heartbeat rivaling the pace of his steps. He took a deep breath to try rein himself in or he wouldn’t be able to talk to others otherwise.

First stop, Aoi’s music shop. Aoi just returned from her mission and was unpacking her gear when Amir peeked into her room, looking as if he wanted to hide out of embarrassment.

-Hey, Aoi… Have you seen Kay today? I haven’t seen her and sheaskedmetoeatwithherand… she didn’t show up yet.-

-No, but that sounds unlike her to not show up. I’ve been out all day though so maybe ask the others?- Aoi looked up at Amir, soft worry showing up on her face.

-Okaythanks- he immediately raced over to Arthur, who was cleaning up after cooking.

-Hey Arthur, have you seen Kay? - Amir stopped his movement, but his feet kept tapping as if he wanted to keep on going, as if the matter could not wait for answers.

-No.- Arthur looked at Amir surprised, but his face immediately turned slightly concerned. -I was going to ask you the same since she made a special order for you two and she also didn’t show up to pick up any bounties today. I’ve packed the portions for you two into lunch boxes though, feel free to grab them.- He pointed at the two boxes and Amir took them before heading off. The smell of a cheesy tomato sauce was unmistakable and he immediately realised what’s in the boxes. On one hand, it made him happy that she thought of this, on the other, a sense of dread settled in his mind that something was wrong.

Quincy was still out on a mission still and even then, Amir wouldn’t risk asking. No need to subject himself to ridicule.

As he ran over to Eleanor’s residing spot, he didn’t even cross the doorstep of the former furniture shop as she immediately reached out to his mind, as if she already knew what he came to her for.

“Go check on her. I don’t know what’s wrong, but I can’t seem to reach her. It’s not like Kaylessa to not be up and about already and absolutely not like her to ask for someone’s time and not show up without notice.” Eleanor’s worried tone scared Amir, but also reassured him in what he already knew he should do.

-You’re always so good at giving advice, Eleanor. Thankyouthankyouthankyou- he responded out loud, turning around and straight up leaping onto the halfway point between the floors and sprinting through the rest of the stairs and toward the backroom. 

He passed the whispering Void doors with unease. Within the room there was nothing but calm and silence. Kalymos was sleeping near the stage monitoring area and Shale, Kaylessa’s kubrow, acknowledged Amir’s presence with a quick glance and a gruff snort before going back to sleep on the lounge couch left behind by Dr. Entrati.

-Atleastthedogdoesn’twanttoeatme- he halfheartedly mumbled to himself, his anxiety rising up again as he wasn’t sure what he was going to find upstairs. Taking deep breaths in futile attempts to calm himself down, he walked up and through the door to the lounge. He couldn’t help but notice how homely she made it feel with her decorations. Planters everywhere, pictures on the wall and… plushies. There were some plushies on the couch and a hint of a whole pile near the balcony. She even brought in some furniture that seemed otherworldly in a way. Perhaps brought over from the future or from Duviri? Was Duviri also future? Such thoughts didn’t matter right now, though.

Amir set the lunchboxes on the cabinet behind a soft armchair as he looked towards the part separated by curtains and he saw her on the bed that had the same styling as other furniture she brought in. His heart skipped a beat and sank a little in familiar sadness.

She was sleeping and she didn’t seem peaceful in that sleep at all, tossing and turning about, distressed gibberish escaping her mouth and her short crimson hair an utter mess. He immediately understood what was happening. After all, he was also often plagued with anguish in his sleep. At first he thought of waking her up by shaking her out of it but that wouldn’t be the right thing to do. He wasn’t even sure what was appropriate to do, but he decided to let his feelings guide him. Unusually carefully for him, he stepped forward and sat down on the edge of the bed. His leg bounced nervously as he slightly leaned, his hand reaching towards her. In the moment she was still on her side, Amir gently gave her cheek a soft caress, afraid of the touch startling her. It didn’t but it seemed to have some effect as her expression became more peaceful. 

He let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Carefully, he moved the hair that dropped on her face up, thoughtlessly enjoying the softness of the crimson strands. He sat a bit more comfortably before moving his hand to grab hers.

He wasn’t even sure why he did this, surely she couldn’t feel the same way he does, right? What if what he was doing would scare her off? And yet, why did it feel so right to give her these tender gestures? His mind raced with hundreds of thoughts per second, a different kind of anxiety settling in. But he couldn’t get himself to stop.

After what seemed like forever, Kay slowly stirred awake. She squeezed Amir’s hand without realizing it at first, before a soft “Huh?” as she noticed an additional presence. Amir withdrew, his anxiety making his heart feel like it’s going up to his throat, almost expecting a berating for being a bit too brave with his affections.

-Amir?- she raised her head and then sat up, perplexed at first. -What… oh. OH. I’m so sorry, Amir I didn’t mean to…- she immediately panicked as she figured out that she slept through their arranged meet time. -I couldn’t seem to get out of these…

-It’s okay, Kay, it’s okayit’sokayit’snotyourfault- he didn’t even know why his instincts told him to do so, but he immediately wrapped his arms around the clearly distressed Drifter. -You had nightmares, didn’t you?

“justlikeIdobutdidn’thavethegutstotellyouandnowi’mprobablyunwittinglyforcingyoutotellmeaboutyours” his thoughts continued without letting that out.

-Yeah…-Kay accepted the hug, surprised but also relieved he wasn’t angry at her. She leaned into the embrace, letting out a sigh. -They often plague me… I keep reliving the Zariman nightmare in my mind over and over and over again... and this time they wouldn’t let up. I felt as if I sank into darkness.- her emerald green eyes welled up with tears she clearly has been holding back for a long, long time.

-I…knowwhatyoumean.- Amir nodded, tightening the hug. His first assumptions felt so silly now but he was glad to be proven wrong.

-And then I felt as if something touched me and I saw a soft flickering light and as I reached towards it, the nightmares couldn’t pull me any further in. It then felt like a warm handle that let me pull myself out.- she continued, trying to hide the blush springing up on her cheeks.

He smiled. While he lacked the courage to ask about this feeling further, something about her words made him feel a warmth he never experienced before. -Thank you for checking up for me, Amir. I mean it.

-Anytimenoproblem- Amir blurted out as his cheeks turned a shade of red. -I grabbed food from Arthur so if you’re hungry, we can eat… anddontfeelforcedtospeakaboutanythingyoudon’tfeelcomfortableaboutokay?

-Talking about it is never comfortable, but you deserve to know at least part of it.- Kay gave him a soft smile and they moved to the couch opposite to the bed.

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During the meal, Kay talked about the more mundane parts of her pre-Zariman incident life that she remembered, happily feeding Amir’s curiosity about the future. She told him about her older sister, Aurelia. Once they finished the meal, Kay settled more comfortably on the couch, but her expression seemed anything but. Amir looked a bit concerned.

-Kay, really, if you don’t feel comfortable…

-I’ve made up my mind. A lot of my nightmares involve her. My guilt about her death. Maybe… maybe this will give me some closure.- she didn’t seem sure if she believed her last sentence but it was clear she resolved to tell everything about this part of her story.

Amir shifted, his leg bounced anxiously. Carefully, he put one arm around the Drifter, hoping to offer her some extra reassurance.It seemed to be appreciated, as she leaned her head on his shoulder and let out a long sigh. He gently moved his palm, letting the soft crimson threads weave in between his fingers and leaned his head on hers.

-So. When the failed jump happened. It was all pure chaos. My sister was an adult by then. And she was… she was…- Kaylessa didn’t even know when her voice started shaking, tears that welled up before now starting to run down her cheeks. She swallowed painfully and continued. -She was among the first to turn to madness caused by the Indifference.

Amir wrapped his second arm around her, giving her a tight, reassuring squeeze.

-It was like watching an animal, a beast, a monster, wearing the body of my beloved sister. It… was… and yet… wasn’t her. My parents had not turned yet and I went looking for her and I…- she took a few deep breaths, trying to not sob - I got cornered by her in one of the classrooms. She was going to kill me. I tried to call her, tried to get to her, but there was… nothing… left…

She could not hold it in anymore, sobs wracking through her. He pulled her in closer, allowing her to cry freely. He was entirely focused on her, on comforting her, on letting her let out the pain she clearly held onto for far too long. While it felt odd to him that he was the one she decided to trust with this, he didn’t want to let her down, not when she expressed endless patience for his excessive rants and raves. She slowly regained her composure once more.

-My survival instinct kicked in. I don’t remember what I grabbed, it all happened so fast, what I do remember was kneeling at her corpse, weeping. It wasn’t her anymore when I killed the body and yet… I could not stop the guilt, you know? And that guilt made it so when my parents turned… I could not bear to do the same to them even though it would probably be a mercy.

-Oh Sol and Lua, Kay. I’m so sorry. Idon’tknowhowIcouldcomfortyoubut… you carry so much guilt you do not deserve to carry. AndIfeellike…- he paused, unsure if he should continue the thought running in his mind.

-Like I constantly put myself last as a result and neglect my own feelings and needs? Yeah. That isn’t a wrong assessment.- She sighed, seemingly a bit relieved as if she tossed a lot of weight out of her body. -Sorry for burdening you with this story, but… thank you for being here and comforting me. It… it means a lot, you know?

-Thank you for trusting me enough to share.- he gave her one last tight hug before letting go, reflecting on the fact he didn’t share his burdens with her yet. But he felt he could trust her with them, when he was ready.

-She always protected me. And at the time, I felt like I failed to protect her in return. I still do. I’ve since promised myself to not fail anyone like that ever again. To honor her.- Kaylessa straightened out, looking at Amir with pure gratitude.

-I think you’re honoring her well, even if I’ddisagreeaboutyoufailing - Amir reciprocated the smile she gave him, his thoughts finishing once more without speaking out loud “Idon’tthinkyou’refailingatanythingyouresuchawonderfulandperfectperson”

She chuckled before getting up, the funny feeling in her mind swelling up again.

-Well, I should go help Lettie with the list of supplies for the field hospital. Perhaps tomorrow, when Arthur gathers leads on them, we could run together to get as much as we can?- Kay tilted her head expectantly, deep in her heart knowing the answer already.

-YES! Gladly!- Amir almost jumped up, excited about the prospect of a joint mission. They headed out of the backroom to carry on with the day, both surprised none of the Hex called them in, even though almost two hours passed since Amir entered the backroom.

[nicorobinwifey]

Nico Robin with bangs will always have a special place in my heart

This is my first time sharing my drawings on social media, I don't draw much but I would love to and if one person likes this it may encourage me to draw more often

THANKS ODA SENSEI 🙏

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Traducción a español:

Dudo que encuentre a mi gente latino aquí pero vamo igual

Nico Robin con chasquilla siempre tendrá un lugar especial en mi corazón

Esta es mi primera vez compartiendo mis dibujos en redes sociales, NO SEAN PESAOS

La verdad no dibujo muy seguido, es un hobby relativamente nuevo (y no tengo tiempo para tener hobbies pero un ramo echado más uno menos, que detalles)

Aaa el punto es que si alguien me da el mínimo que atención me motivaría caleta y quizás seguiría dibujando más.

Los comentarios en español tienen más contenido porque me caen mejor, pero callao noma

Bonus track:

Next drawing will be fem law, so get ready my lesbians

Siguiente dibujo será law mujer, prepárense mis lesbianas

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Childhood Crush | Muichiro Tokito

Yuichiro version

Featuring: Muichiro Tokito, Yuichiro Tokito, aged up!Muichiro

Content Warning: gn!reader, modern setting, fluff, annoying grade schooler behavior ew, but happy ending (sort of), not beta read

Word Count: 1.3k

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A/n: I just finished my thesis but I'm still waiting for feedbacks from my professor. This is a warm up piece before I get back to my other writings. Still, I hope you enjoy~

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On your fourth grade, the teacher assigned you to sit next to Yuichiro. Being Yuichiro's seatmate was alright, but sometimes he could get a little snappy. Especially when something happened to him during recess (probably couldn't make another kid the "it" while playing tag). So you let him be most of the time.

You didn't know Yuichiro had a twin brother until one day he didn't come to school because of the flu. You didn't pay him any mind but you were shocked when you saw "him" going to the restroom. You weren't exactly his close friend, so you just waited outside until "he" finished.

Afraid and in shock, you paced back and forth in front of the restroom. What if something bad happened to Yuichiro and his spirit had come to haunt you? You were so ready to run to your homeroom class if "Yuichiro" didn't come out in five minutes.

Bless your poor innocent soul because "Yuichiro" did come out. Nothing prepared him for being trapped in a kabedon position by you.

"Teacher said you're sick! Why are you here?!"

"What do you mean I'm sick--"

"I didn't see you the whole day!"

"Huh?"

"You're not a ghost, right?"

He tilted his head, "Oh, I think you're mistaken. I'm Mui. Yui's at home. He is sick."

And that was how you met Muichiro.

You learned that Muichiro was Yuichiro's younger twin brother. He's from another class, but after knowing you he often visited your class to chat with you and Yuichiro.

Unlike Yuichiro, Muichiro was friendlier. He let you braid his hair, lent you his blueberry-scented eraser, and even taught you how to draw Pikachu. Muichiro also let you call him Mui. He told you only his family and closest friends called him that, so it made you feel special.

Mui was a soft boy. You sat with him during recess and talked about random things. Cartoon, what you wanted to be when you grow up, doctor appointment, tooth fairy...

You didn't really know when did it happen the first time, but one day you looked at him and thought "Wow, Mui's really pretty."

You started braiding his long, black hair more often, told him more jokes to make him laugh, drew him a lot (and by a lot, I mean a lot) of his favorite cartoon characters. They were bad, you couldn't really tell which character you drew, but Muichiro always thanked you.

You'd like to think that maybe Muichiro did like you too. He would hold your hand when you both were running down the hallway, playing tag with the other kid. He would also give you random things he found like flowers, marbles, stickers from kids magazines.

You didn't remember every little things that happened between the two of you, but you did remember that Muichiro brightened your days and made your school years more memorable.

By the time you started the 6th grade, though, everything went downhill. A few kids noticed your little crush for Muichiro. However, as we all know, grade schoolers can be a little mean. They started to tease you. You were afraid that Muichiro would find out and stopped being your friends.

The thing was, those little rascals couldn't tell the difference between Muichiro and Yuichiro. Since the fifth grade, the twins had been put in the same homeroom class. Differentiating them became more difficult for kids who weren't their friends.

You were visiting their class one morning, looking for Muichiro. You met Yuichiro instead. You could tell it was him, because he didn't immediately talk about the latest episode of that one cartoon you liked.

"Hi, Yuichiro. Where's Mui?"

"He forgot his lunchbox so he's waiting for our mom--"

"Ew, Tokito! Stop flirting with them! It's not even the first period yet!"

You froze in your place as Yuichiro turned to the kid who jeered at you both. "What did you say?"

"Eh? Aren't you two dating?"

"(Y/N) likes you, Tokito!"

You couldn't meet Yuichiro's eyes as he stared down at you, "You like me?"

"N-no... I... It's not..."

"(Y/N)?" A hand was placed on your shoulder, "Are you okay? Yui, why are you staring at (Y/N) like that?"

You lifted your gaze and sure, Mui was back with a lunchbox on his hand. "M-Mui, I..."

"Oh, shit!" "Oi, language!" "Oh my, I think we got the wrong Tokito twin!" "Does it matter? They look the same!" "Which one do you actually like, (Y/N)?" "Yeah, which one is more handsome?" "You can tell them apart? Cool!" "Pick one, (Y/N)" "Yeah, pick one!" "Pick one! Pick one! Pick one!"

As the kids chanted, you frantically look around trying to find an escape. You were panicking, afraid, annoyed, so you couldn't think straight. You looked at Yuichiro and he looked back at you in (what you thought was) disgust. You turned to Muichiro who was just staring at you, wide eyes, lips parted like he was about to say something.

You couldn't hold it any longer so you just cried, which made a few of the kids laugh.

"(Y/N)..." Muichiro placed his hand back to your shoulder, trying to calm you down.

"Stay away, Mui!"

"But (Y/N)..."

"I said stay away!" You shoved past him and pushed the other kids out of your way as you ran out of the classroom.

Ever since that day, you stopped seeing both Muichiro and Yuichiro. Other kids still teased you but they gradually stopped because they found another target to bug. You didn't even say anything to them during the graduation ceremony, even though you could feel Muichiro's eyes on your back.

Things got better when you started middle school because you moved to another town. A start fresh, exactly what you needed. You thought you would find someone new there, but to no avail, your mind kept wandering back to a familiar pair of mint green eyes and gleeful laugh.

You gave up trying to find a lover, and sailed through high school and first two years of uni without sparing a thought for teenage romance.

That was until you found him, tracing his fingers on the spines of the library books. His hair was still as long as you could remember, the only thing different was the mint green ombre. The library was off-limit for outsiders, so he must be a student. How could you not see him before around the campus?

You realized you've stared at him for too long because the next thing you knew, he was staring back at you.

"(Y/N)?" His eyes widened.

"Uhh... hi...?" You let out a nervous laugh. "Long time no see... uh..."

His eyes softened and his lips quirked up. "It's Mui."

"Yeah... should've known it's you. Yuichiro hates me, so he wouldn't greet me like that."

"What makes you think so?"

"You know... when that happened..."

"Ah, yeah. The fuckening."

Muichiro cursing was something you did not expect, which made you snort. "The fuckening, indeed."

"Don't worry, he doesn't hate you. We were wondering, though..."

"Eh?"

"...which one of us did you fancy?"

You wanted the floor to swallow you whole right then and there. Even though it had been eight years, you couldn't help but blush. Muichiro waited patiently, holding back a giggle as he watched you struggle.

"W-well, wasn't it o-obvious..."

Muichiro tilted his head. He walked towards you and ruffled your hair. God, you didn't even notice how tall he had grown.

"If you're still up for it now... and if you're free... we can grab a coffee. My treat. I'm sure drawing each other deformed Pikachu and Princess Peach doesn't count as a date now."

You sighed, trying to control your heartbeat. Mui chuckled again and waited for your answer.

"Y-yeah, I'd love to."

"Okay." He put his arm around your shoulder and led your hyperventilating ass out of the library.

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A/n: Thank you for reading until the end! This is actually longer than what I was planning, so yay :D I've been thinking about aged up!Muichiro, so cool and pretty and tall and aaaaaaa >.< Anyway lemme know if you want me to write more aged up!Mui because I love him sm T^T