#towards mexicans like you are such a loser

[aviangrian]

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[theemporium]

Hey love! Could i get a green-eyed mojito with Jack Hughes. 💚💚 “Are you jealous?” “No, I’m not!” “Oh, you really are jealous! Wait, why would you be jealous?” for the prompt. Maybe jack is a mutual friend/ bff and you didn’t understand why he had such a vested interest in the other guys flirting with you until a particular one makes his secret spill. Thank you always! 💚💚💚

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

26. “Are you jealous?” “No, I’m not!” “Oh, you really are jealous! Wait, why would you be jealous?”

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“You’re not actually considering going on a second date with him, are you?” 

You didn’t meet your best friend’s eyes, glancing at your open wardrobe with furrowed brows. “I mean, why not?” 

“Why not?” Jack repeated incredulously, looking at you from his spot on your bed like you had grown two heads. “The date was a disaster!” 

“It was hardly a disaster,” you scoffed, glancing over your shoulder to where the boy was staring at you with narrowed eyes. “I’ve been on far worse dates.”

“He was twenty minutes late,” Jack commented.

“There was a lot of traffic.” 

“He tried to order for you.”

“He was just trying to be nice.”

“He made you pay for the dinner!”

“He forgot his wallet in the car!” 

“Dude,” Jack groaned, falling back on your bed with a soft thump. “We are in an era of Apple Pay, that shit doesn’t slide anymore.”

“And like I said, I have been on far worse dates and you know that,” you pointed out as you turned your attention back to your wardrobe, missing the way Jack’s expression soured at your words. “Plus, it’s just a date. No big deal. It’s not like I’m marrying the guy.” 

“Thank god for that,” Jack grumbled under his breath.

“Hm?” 

“Nothing!” Jack called out with faux cheeriness. 

You let out a sigh, abandoning your attempt at finding an outfit for said date and making your way towards the bed. You crawled up the bed, kneeling beside him as you poked his side until he turned to look at you. 

“What’s your deal?” You questioned him bluntly. 

“Nothing,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Just think you can do better than this loser, that’s all.” 

You stared at him for a moment, noting the way he failed to meet your eyes as he spoke and instead chose to fiddle with the hem of his shirt—almost like he was nervous. Your eyes widened slightly in realisation. 

“Are you jealous?” 

Jack instantly scoffed, shaking his head. “No, I’m not!”

“Oh, you really are jealous!” You laughed, looking far too gleeful at your discovery before faltering a little. “Wait, why would you be jealous?” 

Jack shot you a look. “Are you really going to make me say it out loud?” 

You shot him a look back. “Do you want me to go out on this date?” 

His shoulders deflated, a pink tint to his cheeks as he gave in. “I like you,” he murmured out, his voice soft and unsure and so unlike the Jack you knew. “Like, as in more than a friend.”

Your smile widened as you processed his words before sliding off the bed, heading back towards your wardrobe.

“I—” Jack spluttered as he sat up quickly. “Are you seriously going out with him after all that?” 

“I am going on a date, just not with him,” you corrected, glancing over your shoulder to give him a knowing look. “What do you feel like tonight? Chinese? Italian? Mexican?” 

Jack blinked. “I-I’m your date?” 

“Ideally.” 

“Good,” he puffed his chest out a little. “Get ready for the best goddamn date of your life. You don’t even know what you’ve been missing.”

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[solurae]

four eyes (more to love underneath the frames) : prologue

nerd!miguel o’hara is the talk of the town and i wanna put my own spin on it :D sooo expect a little bit of everything hehe :DDD - HAHA AS I WAS WRITING THIS I REALISED I GOT TOO INVESTED SETTING THE SCENE SO I MIGHT MAKE THIS A SERIES! i’ll just say this is a prologue hooray

IF YOU WOULD LIKE A SERIES PLS INTERACT!!! FEEL FREE TO ASK TOO TO SHARE YOUR MIGGY THOUGHTS AND I WILL HAPPILY INDULGE US BOTH :3

a distinct pair of black, rectangular glasses were adjusted by miguel’s middle finger before it glided across the pages of notes he wrote from the lecture for his genetics class. a class that you both happen to share, but neither of you knew that yet.

miguel o’hara - a man so deep in his books that he might as well be the dean of the dean’s list - payed no heed to anyone or anything that could hinder his focus. the furrowing of brows indicated further analysis rather than the annoyance towards second year business majors. no, he wasn’t the annoying, stuck-up person who would ask more questions than give answers. he thinks they’re wasting their time anyway. he was always the last person to leave the lecture theatre. miguel would be huddled by the professor, covering the whiteboard with punnett squares or outlining control variables for the next lab.

he was only person in your genetics class that had a real chance of passing the course, the scowls of your peers and your friends could attest to that.

you wouldn’t say you were on the same boat as everyone though, your friends were always nagging you to help them but you couldn’t even figure out how you understood some of the content. this specific course was an integral part of your degree and the best chance of impressing the school, you had to give it your all.

you would be lying if genetic sequences and chromosomes weren’t the only things you had memorised. you loved the hue of brown locks that would shine from the tall windows of the theatre, the curls which your eyes would follow forever if he happened to sit in front of you. the pout of his lips as he’d scratch his hair in response to a lab practical that didn’t make sense, only for him to make sense of it hours later.

his eyes were red. it was his most defining feature, and a key factor to why - to your advantage, if you really think about it - people steer clear of o’hara. as much as it increases your chances of befriending him, let alone being with him, your classmates and other students weren’t so quiet about their dislike for the irish-mexican spectacle.

he’s so quiet. too quiet.

he looks like a freak! look at his eyes, bro. what is he some fucking vampire or something?

no wonder he’s on the dean’s list because he isn’t on anyone else’s for sure.

god he’s just so…

weird.

miguel was extremely fit, which was what confused a lot of people when they found out he wasn’t a copy-paste jock that still thinks they’re in highschool like most men of his stature were. his build put them to shame regardless. after being bombarded by women and men of every cohort - only for miguel to ignore them or coldly decline - word spread like wildfire and soon enough people were disappointed that the former heart-throb of first and second year turned out to be a major loser. some people would go out of their way to show how much they don’t like him, and these are people miguel’s never even spoken to. they would “crash” into him walking across campus, try and trip him over and even go as far as sitting on the other side of the room if it wasn’t so clear already.

but he didn’t mind. he was always at the library, the lab or the cafeteria closest to the lab anyway. it bothered you to see him alone and quiet unless he had a question or an answer, you genuinely wanted to be friends with him.

but as the story goes, it’s always these type of men that have a part of themselves they keep under wraps. you just know that there’s more to his brooding and stoic nature, the carnelian shades of his eyes lured you closer as opposed to keeping you away.

you decided to do honours for two reasons: a better resume and the fact that miguel unsurprisingly decided to do it too. you had a thesis in your head and you had all year to test it out.

miguel o’hara was more than just some nerd and you were gonna need more than glasses to prove it.

🩷 — PART ONE!

[emoisthenewemu]

“Ella Baila Sola” ~ Hanta Sero x F! Reader

Hispanic! Hanta Sero x Hispanic! Reader

This idea came to me suddenly and I just had to write it I love him sm <3 . Also i tried to leave it open to interpretation on exactly what kind of Hispanic Sero is but just know everyone here is Mexican leaning!

Summary: Your so-called “date” invited you to a baile only to tell you he doesn’t like to dance. Sero sees you dancing all by yourself and wants to fix that.

Cw: AU! w no powers, porn w plot!, p in v, College AU! Hanta, SMUTT, dirty talk, drinking, weed smoking, spanish-speaking, reader is apprehensive about leaving with Sero at first but ultimately decides to go with him, cheating-kind of not really

CHARACTERS ARE 21+ MDNI

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“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

You sulk, kicking up dirt with your botas as you glare at the stupid man that brought you here. He was cute, tall, had a decent job and a nice truck. He was one of your loyal story likers so you figured there would be no harm in saying yes when he invited you out on a date. To a baile of all places! You were impressed and seriously excited, having looked forward to this all week. You worked extra hard trying to find a cute outfit, even getting a chance to wear the new pink BB belt you’ve been dying to bust out ever since you bought it. Your hair was meticulously styled, makeup done all nice and sparkly and you wore your most expensive perfume (you also wore your shortest skirt). Needless to say, you looked forward to going out and dancing the night away with a handsome guy who’s had his eye on you for a while.

“Don’t look at me like that bruh! You can dance with one of my friends or something” Your date shrugs, popping open a bottle of beer as he sits on the tailgate of his truck. Your eyes dart over to his friends that you were previously introduced to, unable to hide the grimace on your face as they eye you up and down.

“No thanks” You grumble, crossing your arms as you look out onto the rancho, watching as the crowd of people dance around. The puff of dirt being kicked up in the air is just a reminder that you are not having a good time while everyone else is. “So what the fuck do you even do at a baile when you don’t dance?! Just sit there and drink and smoke?”

“Pretty much” He nods, sparking up a blunt and you whine.

You snatch it from his hands, mumbling something about them being losers and take a few puffs. You’re going to need something to entertain you if you really are going to be dancing with a bunch of people you didn’t know. But you are determined to have fun and you look cute, if he doesn’t want to dance with you then someone surely will. So you stomp away towards the crowd with a determined look on your face.

Sero is sat at one of the chairs on the opposite side of the yard. His eyes are stuck on you-not that you’ve noticed with all the huffing and puffing. He is visiting home from college and due to it only being a two-hour drive his friends decided to tag along too. It’s funny really, he even leant Kaminari a pair of his boots and he says he looks like a real Takuache. He doesn’t expect any of them to dance besides Ashido of course. That was the whole reason she tagged along in the first place. A few of his cousins have joined, one of them is determined to teach Mina how to perfect the art of Huapango.

“How do you not fall in love when you’re that close?” The pink haired girl observed the way the couples in front of them dance. Lord knows if a mysterious sexy man wrapped an arm around her waist and spun her around, practically grinding on her the way some of these people are-she’d fall for him on the spot.

“That’s what makes it fun” Sero smiles, he had every intent of going out to meet girls tonight. Work his charm and get close to a few of them before never speaking again. But he watches you-all by yourself and yet you don’t seem to care. A smile on your face as your hips and feet move in sync with the music, that tiny top and skirt of yours comes dangerously close to exposing you. But it never does.

As time passes he finds that he cannot stop looking at you. He doesn’t even mean to. In fact, he tried to make a point of ignoring it once Kaminari had mentioned you seemed to have pulled up with some guy.

Some guy that let you dance all by yourself. What a shame, he thinks. He’d never do that to a girl as beautiful as you.

“Stop being a bitch and go ask her to dance!” Hanta’s cousin pushed him in the shoulder, snapping him out of the trance that was you. Every time he looked your way he needed a good five minutes before he could look at anything else.

“Oooh! Ask if she wants a shot!” Mina squeals, shoving the bottle into her classmate’s chest. And he cannot even protest because the shouts of his friends and family are loud enough that he can’t get a word in.

For some reason, there is a pit in his stomach. His legs feel like jelly and he takes in a shaky breath before walking forward. He shakes his limbs loose a bit, reminding himself he is not a bitch and has done this plenty of times before. But for some reason you make him nervous, you are just so pretty and eye catching to him. The jewels of your belt sparkle and the matching pink top make you easy to spot out. The man clears his throat, finally within arms length of you.

You take notice of him, seeing as you were no longer dancing, in the process of walking back to your date to let him know you’ll just have one of your friends pick you up. He is also blocking your path, you can see the truck off in the distance before his large body blocks your view. You look up, he’s tall and handsome. He has that Peso Pluma haircut that you are embarrassingly in to, stubble pricking at his chin and jaw area, with big dark eyes. His button up is neatly tucked in to his jeans, a nice belt with a large buckle that you don’t doubt was expensive. His botas look nice and clean but upon further inspection you can tell he’s put them to use. He has a chain sticking out beneath the unbuttoned part of his shirt, a bit of chest hair poking out. He smiles kindly, for some reason you don’t feel intimidated by the large man standing in front of you. “¿Quieres?” He offers the bottle out towards you.

“Buchanas?” You sound obviously disappointed and he thinks the way you scrunch your nose in disgust is so adorable.

He laughs at your unimpressed expression. “¿No te gustas?”

“Mmm not really” You shake your head but the more you look at him, the more you want to take a shot of this sexy stranger’s bottle. He seems to be with a group, you spot a few girls there too so the thought that he might be a creep doesn’t really come up. “¿Tienes tequila?”

He laughs again, shaking his head no. “That’s crazyyy. How come all the pretty girls are into tequila? Shit tastes like rubbing alcohol”

“Not even!” You defend yourself. “If you stick to it all night you won’t get sick!”

“Mm” He nods, obviously not taking your words into consideration. The way he stares at you is starting to make you nervous, his ability to maintain eye contact is impressive. You want to tear away from his pretty eyes but find it hard to. A devious smirk makes its way onto his face. “So no shot?” You look up at him teasingly, crossing one of your feet behind the other as your neck begins to hurt from looking up at him for so long. And you giggle before trying to grab it from his hands but he won’t let you. “Nah, let me pour it for you” You raise an eyebrow, warning him to not pour too much but he pinky promises that he won’t.

“Eugh!” You groan, wiping your mouth as your breath suddenly feels hot. The bitter taste enveloping your tastebuds as you try to breathe it out.

“Esooo” He teases, patting you on the back almost proudly. “So you wanna dance?”

You’re about to say yes when you remember your date. The one who brought you here in the first place. Shit. He probably watched that whole thing happen. Hanta notices the hesitant look on your face, turning around to see whatever the hell you were looking at. You both look at your date-Antonio yeah that’s his name, you almost forgot. He looks mad and his friends seem to be laughing, yet they don’t move from their spot. The man at the center of them is holding his beer close to his chest as he very obviously stares the two of you down. “Your boyfriend really lets you dance by yourself?”

“He’s not my boyfriend” You answer but remain frozen in place.

“So let’s go dance” He gestures his head towards the sea of dancing bodies and you want to, you really do. But you stay looking at stupid Antonio whom you were supposed to be spending time with. Hanta notices your hesitancy, eyes darting back to your date. “Okay pues, let’s go ask him”

And you are about to reject the idea but Sero has already taken off walking, taking rather large steps to avoid you catching up and trying to stop him. As embarrassed and anxious as you are, it’s extremely attractive how determined this man is to dance with you. He better be good with all of this drama he’s about to cause. “¡Oye muchacho!” He calls out and once you hear his voice you pick up the pace. Your eyes widen as you come to a halt, somewhat hiding behind him as you feel yourself shrink beneath the glares of the men in front of you. “¿Puedo bailar con su chica?”

“Huh?” The dumb look on his face is embarrassing, you cringe as Hanta looks at you with an unimpressed expression. As if to ask if this is really the guy you showed up with? It had to be a mistake.

You roll your eyes, you thought he spoke at least a little bit of Spanish. “He asked if I can dance with him” You translate.

Antonio grows silent, eyes darting between the two of you before finally shrugging nonchalantly. Like he doesn’t even care. “Do whatever you want” He tries to laughs it off before taking a sip of his beer. “Let him take your ass home too”

You roll your eyes but Sero only nods. “Bet” The men stare each other down a bit while you awkwardly watch, still slightly cowering behind your knight in shining denim. He turns around and you follow, the man slowing down a bit to make sure you now walk ahead of him-he hates the way those guys are staring at your ass. “M’sorry hermosa I never even asked your name. Promise I’m usually nicer than that”

You laugh it off, assuring that it’s okay because you never even introduced yourself either. “Y/N”

He grabs your hand, kissing the back of it. “I’m Hanta” He placed the bottle down on his now empty seat. “Let’s go dance Y/N”

It was definitely worth it. You danced for hours. Antonio who? You only know Hanta who dances better than any one you’d been with before. After a certain point it’s hard to even remember that you did not show up with him, it feels like you’ve met him before. You trust him to lead, the way he spins you around and moves his hips is intoxicating. The two of you are completely in-sync, not a single mistep as the loud noises of drums and trumpets blare in your ears. You even let him pick you up a bit, swinging you over his leg just to bring you right back. You can tell he’s been dancing ever since he was a kid. At first the two of you kept a cute distance, bodies still pressed together but a slight gap at your chests. A timid hand on his shoulder as he whispered silly things in your ear. Anything to make you laugh which he has now discovered is a top ten sound of all time. His hand was right at the middle of your back but it seemed that every time you made your way around the dance floor, every time you passed your date who still had yet to leave, his hand would inch a bit lower. And the more you talked, as he told you he was a college student just visiting town for the weekend to see family, you began to grow more comfortable with him. How could you not? Bodied pressed together so close, an unexplainable heat building between the two of you. You begin to get closer to one another, chests now touching as his hand is now settled at the waistband of your skirt, guiding your hips to sway with his. His thumb has somehow tucked itself beneath the fabric. He’s so hot it’s stupid, you think and now that you are inches apart you can tell he smells incredibly good too. Not only that but his body is firm, a bit rough even as it is clear he is very built beneath the layers of clothing. The knee in between your legs also seems to inch up a bit, perfectly settled between your tiny denim skirt. Pretty soon your arm has found its way wrapped around his neck and the more you talk you begin to simply rest your forehead’s together. You can’t tell if he’s doing it on purpose, the way your lips are so close together that you can feel his breath mixing with yours.

“Think your guys getting mad” He teases, pulling his head away a bit to gesture towards the group you had arrived with.

“Good he’s a fuckin’ weirdo” You giggle. “He’s just mad you’re so much hotter than him”

Sero laughs, screaming on the inside because he is so in. He made it, the approving looks on his friends faces also feed his ego, a sly grin after an enthusiastic thunbs-up from Denki. And Mina who mouths about how hot you are. “Nah I think he’s just mad I stole his pretty girl away” His hand is rubbing the exposed skin of your back now, slowing down a bit as the tempo does the same. “Let’s make him even more mad, yeah?” He whispers that part in your ear, his deep voice goes straight to your core.

You nod shyly, unaware of what his idea of making Antonio jealous is. “Can I?” He asks again and you nod yes even though you aren’t sure what he’s asking. You squeal in delight when his hand that has remained so respectful until now reaches beneath your skirt to give your ass a squeeze, he all but groans at the feeling of plush skin all exposed thanks to the tiny thong you’re wearing. His hand goes back up, choosing to rest itself in your back pocket instead before he spins you around so that you are perfectly aligned with your old date’s line of sight. He winks and gives you another squeeze through the fabric, hoping the smug look on his face is detectable from all the way over here. It seems that it is because that just happens to be Antonio’s last straw as he visibly stands up, chugging the rest of his beer before him and his friends leave the party for good. The rev of his engine is unbearably loud and almost as obnoxious as the cloud of dust his tires picked up.

You don’t care, only laughing as you ask him if they actually up and left. “Sure did, I told you he was jealous princesa. Don’t worry, I’ll get you home safe”

“Mm I dunno” You mumble, God you want to go home with him so bad. But you’ve spent your whole life not trusting any man-even if he is extremely hot. He’s leading you away from the dancing, a cautious hand on the small of your back as he leads you through the crowd. “I can just have my friend pick me up. He doesn’t live far”

“He?!” Hanta stops in place and you bump into him on accident, trying to get your footing right but he catches you easily. “You’re breaking my heart” He brings a hand to his chest, pouting down at you as he wipes away an imaginary tear.

You cannot stop the laughter from leaving your mouth, slapping him on the chest lightly. “It’s not like that! We grew up together! And he would not like me going home with a strange man I’ve never met before”

“Sounds like a good guy” His response surprises you, you were expecting a bit more pushback. “I get it, if you’re not comfortable letting me take you home then I understand” You smile thankfully and he squeezes your hand in reassurance before continuing to lead you through the crowd. “Just let me know mamas”

He introduces you to his friends-some classmates from school who seem absolutely thrilled to meet you. The guy mentions how he’s never seen his friend pull such a babe before and earns a smack upside the head. The girl immediately comments on your belt, squealing about how much she loves the bling. His cousins are just as friendly as he is, his girl cousin even asks if you have a ride home or if you wanted one of them to take you. And you talk with them for a while, starting to feel very welcomed by the group and you even smoke another blunt with them. You dance a bit with the girls too, you even dance one song with a guy but you make sure to maintain a respectful distance between the two of you. You were going to say no at first but Mina assured that her friend wouldn’t mind, besides she thinks it’d be funny to see him jealous. And he is, as soon as the song is over he goes to scoop you away and bring you back to the chairs, forcing you to sit on his lap.

“You’re not mad are you?” You ask, noticing the way he is now holding onto you like he’s afraid you might run away.

“Nah you came to a baile to dance right?” He laughs, shifting you in his lap so he can get a better look at you. He tucks away a piece of hair behind your ear, going back to that same intense eye contact that made your stomach queasy earlier. “And I dance way better than that cabrón, don’t I?”

His hand squeezes your thigh and you smile, running your acrylics down his jawline. The man eases into your touch, groaning softly at how good it feels. “Yeah you do”

There is so much need shared between the look in your eyes. He does not fail to notice the way your eyes seem to constantly dart down to his pink lips. His hand continues to play with your hair, lightly running through the strands. His other arm is wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as his hand rests on your thigh. “So pretty” He compliments as his eyes take in your entire figure, scanning you up and down. “Mm, you look so cute. Like a pretty little doll” He plays with the end of your shirt before bringing his hand down the side of your skirt, resting once it meets the exposed area of your thigh. You lean into him, enjoying the way he makes you feel so confident and appreciated. “Dame un besito” He’s grabbing your chin and the way you go for it is almost automatic.

You cannot think of anything but him, not an inch of space between the two of you as your lips begin to move in sync. His kiss is firm, needy and you whine when he licks your lip in an attempt to get more of you. You open your mouth, allowing his tongue to press against yours. His grip on your chin remains strong, moving your head along with the way his tongue moves. He has no shame of groaning into the kiss, fighting the urge to pull away and breathe because he craves all of you. He’ll miss you when you have to pull apart. He whines when you are the first to do it, biting your lip in an attempt to halt your escape. The both of of you are left gasping for air-goofy smiles on either of your faces.

There is a moment of silence as the song being played in the background ends, the only noise being the chattering of the party-goers, as the banda readies up for another song. The strobe lights paint your face green, then red, then blue as Hanta looks up at you with the feeling that he’s never wanted anything more in his life than to have you. He’s not even drunk, the effects of the blunt are starting to wear off too. But he just wants you so badly that the cannot think properly. All he knows is that you are just the type of girl he’d go for, it’s a shame you’re such a long distance away or else he’d wife you up for real. You seem like perfect girlfriend material.

“Lets dance a few more songs then get outta here” He suggests, hoping to God you will say yes.

“Mkay” You giggle before going in for another kiss.

He keeps true to his word and you get up a few moments after to go dance some more. This time he is holding you flush against him, his knee almost painfully close to to the spot where you crave him the most, even worse is when the music slows down and he sways your hips over him. You’re practically sitting on his thigh by that point and the friction is enough to make a certain wetness begin to pool at the thin material of your panties. He knows damn well what he is doing. A now constant smile on his face as his hand rests comfortably in your back pocket, squeezing whenever he feels like it. He even leans down to give you soft kisses every now and then, some of them even making their way down to your neck. He is teasing you, uncomfortably so to the point where you want to just beg him to take you to his car and fuck you right there. But you’re not desperate (you swear) and you want him to be the one who breaks. A particularly drawn out part of the song plays, all of the instruments silent as they wait for the cue to start back up again. He is rolling you over his thigh, not even caring to be gentle with the way he grinds you against him and a soft moan leaves your lips.

The banda starts going at it again and he spins you around, back to dancing normally. You whine, bringing a hand up to play with his hair. “Let’s get out of here Hanta” You whisper into his ear. And you definitely do not have to tell him twice because he immediately drags you over to the table where his friends and family are at. He announces that he will be taking you home, double checking that Ashido and Kaminari will be all good going back with his cousins. And they all bid you goodbye with big, knowing smiles on their faces.

He’s leading you out of the party, a cautious hand around your waist to make sure you don’t slip on the rocky terrain. By the time you reach the truck your boy best friend is calling, having seen the text that some dude is going to take you home. “Hello?” Hanta watches you curiously, the way you pout and groan as it is clear whoever is on the other side of the phone is scolding you. You argue a bit back and forth insisting that he’s a good guy and you’ll be okay. “Ugh fine Kiri! You’re so annoying!” You hold out the phone to Hanta, who only furrows his eyebrows. “He wants to talk to you”

And much to your surprise Hanta does not hesitate, grabbing the phone as he opens the passenger door for you. He helps you get up into the truck and shuts the door behind you. He is still on the phone, standing outside as he paces back and forth, you try to roll down the window to hear whatever the hell he might be saying but have no luck. Sero makes his way back to the truck, obviously wrapping up the phone call. “All right man I got you” He laughs and you watch in shock. “No problem bro…take care” And then he hangs up as you continue to stare in disbelief at the fact that he managed to sweet talk the most judgmental friend you have. “What?”

He is eager to find somewhere to take you, sadly he can’t bring you back home because his mom would absolutely kill him for sleeping with a girl under her roof. So he has to settle for a spot he use to go to with his cousin when they would ditch school-a viewpoint hidden from most civilization. And he has to remind himself that you are precious cargo so he shouldn’t be driving so fast, so reckless as his need for you grows stronger with every passing second. His knuckles are almost turning white with the way he grips the steering wheel, his knee bouncing up and down impatiently as he imagines himself tearing you apart. He looks over at you every now and then, just to make sure you’re okay. That you’re comfortable. But every time you catch his eye you smile sweetly at him-squeezing his hand and subconsciously bringing it close to slipping beneath your skirt. Or maybe you’re doing it on purpose, he hopes so. Finally the truck comes to a stop, he has you right where he wants you.

A part of him wants you grab you in his arms and throw you back there himself, manhandle you the way he craves. But he won’t-he wants to at least try and be a gentleman (even though he’s fully ready to fuck you in the truck). He wishes it could be more romantic. “You wanna go to the back mamas?”

“Mhmm” You mumble, pecking his lips before jumping over the center console, purposefully sticking your ass out as you make your way over. He gets the most perfect peek of your lacy pink thong as your skirt rides up and his jaw drops open, a low groan exiting his mouth.

He’s not sure how long this gentleman act will last. Hanta fucks nasty and all he can think about is turning you into a shaking, slobbery mess. He joins you in the back, pulling up his seat a bit to give the two of you some more room. He manspreads between two seats, smirking over at you as he pats his lap for you to sit on. “C’mere”

You oblige, gasping in delight when you sit on his painfully hard length-the feeling of it poking you through his jeans is unmistakable. He notices your reaction, the way your thighs squeeze together to rub against him. He fixes you so you are straddling his thigh, the same one he was grinding you against when dancing. Your lips finally meet in a heated kiss, your hand pressing flat against his chest to play with the medalla beneath his shirt. And when his tongue enters your mouth you both moan unashamedly, his hands behind to slide down to grope your ass beneath that slutty little skirt he thinks is so cute. The second he brings your hips down to rub your clothed pussy against his thigh you’re done for-you can’t help but pull apart to let out a soft moan. “Mm” He whines-pulling apart to look down at you. You are now rubbing against him by your own volition, throwing your head back when he begins to kiss at the exposed skin at your chest. “You like riding my thigh baby?”

You should be embarrassed with the way you moan at his words. But you can’t help it, he’s been teasing you for so long and you’re so wet. “Come on pretty, I asked you a question” He grabs you by the cheeks to look at him and you try to avoid eye contact but can’t

Suddenly you feel shy, a warmth spreading in your chest. “Y-yeah feels so good baby” You continue to rock your hips but you are growing frustrated as you rub against the somewhat rough fabric. If you go any faster it would hurt, your lips growing sensitive with the friction created by his jeans. “But I want more” You whine, bringing the hand on his chest down to play with the buttons of his shirt.

He assists you in taking it off, unbuckling his belt so he can untuck it from his jeans. You do not bother to hide the way you stare at his toned body, bringing a finger to run up and down his muscles. He kisses you again, loving the way you are practically eating him up with your eyes. He wants you to touch him, his heart flutters when you scratch your nails up his biceps. “M’gonna take care of you pretty girl. Don’t worry”

He takes off your shirt, kissing between the valley of your breasts as your hands fumble down to unzip his jeans. His kisses are hot and open mouthed as he bites and sucks at every bit of skin he can, one of his hands is still lazily gripping your ass, continuing to roll you against him. The other hand is now making its way beneath your bra, squeezing the fleshy mound in a way that is so satisfying to him. And you have found the opportunity to stick your hand down his pants, he groans the second your hand grips him through his briefs. His lip attaches to your nipple, sucking the sensitive skin and flicking his tongue over the bud. You both are whining messes, sloppy movements as your hand finally slips past the fabric of his underwear. He moans into your nipple as you squeeze the tip, finally getting the opportunity to jerk him with your hand. “Fuck” He groans, turning his attention to your other breast which has been poorly neglected. He’s letting out sweet noises of pleasure into your skin, pulling you down harder on his leg as he cannot help the way his hips buckle into your touch-so desperate to have you.

Desperate. Yes, he is so desperate it almost hurts to not be inside you. So he leans forward, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you up as his free hand digs into the center console. You are pressed against the drivers seat and somehow neither of your movements stop. You continue jerking him as his lips remain latched around your nipple, absentmindedly digging his hand through the various little things he keeps in his car. And finally, he finds exactly what he was looking for.

You pull apart, sitting up slightly so he can pull his jeans further down. You watch in awe when his length finally springs out, slapping him in the stomach with a glossy tip covered in precum. He just looks so good, why would you not watch as he tears the condom open with his teeth? Bare chest visibly going up and down with each heavy breath, his abs are starting to glow with the thin layer of sweat coating them. He notices your staring, a cheeky grin making its way onto his face.

“You look so good” Your compliment makes his dick twitch and he doesn’t even say anything. He answers by rolling your skirt up your hips and pulling down your cute little thong.

His hands get comfortable on your hips, holding you back from him so he can get a perfect view of your glossy pussy. He moans aloud at the sight, bringing his thumb into his mouth to collect some spit before bringing it down to your clit, rubbing soft circles. Your hips stutter forward, audible whines leaving your mouth as he simply slides a finger up and down your pussy, gathering as much slick as he can before pulling away-a small string leaving with him. “Got such a pretty pussy” He cannot stop the words leaving his mouth, he hopes you’re into dirty talking because he knows he won’t be able to shut the fuck up the second he gets inside you. Finally his hands pull you closer but he chooses to slide his dick up and down your folds, somehow finding the willpower in himself to tease you even more as his tip brushes against your clit. “You get all wet like this for me princess?”

“Mhmm” Your cries are almost pathetic as you try to push your hips down onto his. Your hand attempts to grab at his cock to just put it in already but he slaps it away. “Pleaseee baby….I just want you so bad”

He laughs, mocking you as he puts in just the tip before stopping and you cry aloud again. “Sorry mama. You just sound so good begging for this dick” You clench around him and lean forward to kiss the side of his face.

“You’re being meann” You complain and that makes him give in, slowly sliding you down his length as it knocks the wind out of you. “Aggh..so big” You cry out as you now feel completely stuffed, your eyes roll to the back of your head when he pulls himself out of you only to snap his hips back in again. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you grow accustomed to his size.

“Fuckk baby” Sero throws his head back, guiding your movements for you as your walls clamp down on him in a way that makes his toes curl. His thrusts are starting to grow a bit harder, you cry out at the way it feels like all of your spots are being perfectly hit. You feel stretched out in a way you’ve never been before, you even find yourself wiping away some drool from the corner of your lip. “Squeezing me so good…m’all up inside you mamas” His words go straight to your head. He encourages you to sit up straight, a hand falling down to your stomach to press down at the slight bulge forming with every thrust. “Feel me right there?”

“Fuck!” You curse, legs twitching at the dirty words leaving his mouth. “Yes Hanta feel you so deep”

You begin to bounce down on his cock, ignoring the way your head sometimes bumps against the roof of his truck when you go up. It’s worth it, the way he isn’t afraid to moan is definitely the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed. Most of the guys you slept with before seem embarrassed to let out any sound that wasn’t a grunt or some heavy breathing. So boring. Not Hanta, he’s full of surprises you’ve come to find out. You’re certain you will remember his slutty noises for the rest of your life. Damn, how are you supposed to hook up with one of the lame guys in your town when you know Sero is walking around with the best dick you’ve had in your life?

This cannot do, you need to make sure this is a night he will never forget. You want him to think of you when he’s at his next college party chatting up some girl.

“You fuck me so good hermoso” You praise, making sure to look him dead in the eye when you spit in your hand before bringing it just below his shaft to give some attention to his balls. Slowing your movements slightly to make it a bit easier-you roll the sacs between your glistening fingers. And you smile when he moans so loud, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he looks down to where the two of you are connected. You take the opportunity to kiss his neck mumbling about how good he is for you. “Hermoso cariño” You coo, licking up the shell of his ear which makes him visibly shiver. “You gonna cum for me?”

For a second Hanta was so lost in the pleasure that he forgot he was supposed to be the one in control here. His mouth wide open as he could no longer think with the way you are just doing everything right. He could cum right there like you were asking but he is fighting the urge, you need to cum first or else he’ll be mad at himself. That thought is enough to snap him out of it. He stops your movements, grabbing both of your wrists as his chest heaves up and down with every breath. “Lean back”

You do as told, resting against the back of the drivers seat as he slides a bit lower. He brings both of your hands behind your back, his own hand big and strong enough that he only needs one. And he leans forward to kiss your stomach before planting his feet firmly against the floor. He goes back to fucking you, using the arms behind your back as leverage to pull you closer, fuck you even deeper as his hips rise completely off the seat. You all but scream at the sudden roughness, his pace is brutal enough that you cannot speak. Only able to whine and cry but not coherent enough to make out a single word. Yes, this is what he wanted-to fuck you stupid until you’re walking funny. The whole truck is bouncing with his every thrust, a very obvious squeaking noise as the man below you pounds into as if you were his own personal fucktoy.

You try to talk but can only let out gasps of air. That mixed with feeble squeals that are involuntarily being let out. If you had any power here you’d break free from his grip, pulling away as you try to halt his movements. It’s too much, you feel so overwhelmed, your whole body fills with tingles. Your head begins to spin, a ringing in your ears as you feel hot to the touch. “Ohh, ohh fuck gonna cum baby”

“Do it” He begs, fucking you even harder, his thrusts are unforgiving and somehow don’t falter in the slightest. If anything it feels like he is growing stronger the longer he fucks you. “Let it out baby, make a mess on me please. Please I want it so bad”

He sounds so whiny and desperate that it pushes you over the edge, vision going white as pleasure washes over you. So satisfying it makes your eyes roll back as the man finally slows down to make sure he catches every single facial expression you make. Your walls flutter around him, causing his dick to twitch inside of you. He’s close but he’s not done with you yet. “Just a little bit more” He swears, noticing the way your body has visibly weakened after such a harsh fucking. He wraps one arm around your waist and another goes to pull you down by the shoulder. Pulling you closer he fucks up into you, slow and exaggerated. “So good I just need more” He whines, digging his face into your chest before he speeds up a bit.

Your hands claw at his back before one of them settles on tugging on his hair, mouth agape as he uses you. You’re so tired, eyes cannot even remain open as you squeal aloud in delight with the way he fucks you into overstimulation. He’s so deep inside you can practically feel your guts being rearranged, a nasty squelch from your juices with every messy thrust. “Hear that baby?”

Squelch. Your pussy is practically drooling onto him. “Heh she’s fucking talking to me” He looks down, clearly in another world of his own as his hips begin to stutter. Eyes locked on your sticky pussy. “Mm fuck think she loves me”

He doesn’t know what he’s saying, his hips are twitching and he pulls you closer if that was even possible. Sero is stuck in a trance, a familiar knot filling his lower stomach as it is clear he’s just as fucked out as you are. “She’s tellin’ me that no one’s ever fucked her this good…fuck! Gonna miss me”

Your thighs are shaking, whole stomach tightens as another orgasm approaches. His dick is pressed right against the spot you need him the most, rolling you over again and again, somehow it feels like he is growing deeper. That’s it, right there.

“Mm right there baby?” He asks and you can only nod, not even realizing you had said it out loud. He gives one final sloppy thrust as he finally allows himself to let go, moaning loudly as he releases into the condom. But he continues to fuck into you, whimpers and whines leave his throat as he finds he just does not want to stop.

And your eyes are practically crossed, gasping through the way he is getting to know every square inch of your pussy. It’s enough you make you cum again and he is very reactive to your breaking point, groaning deeply as he can feel you coming undone around him. “Ohhh fuck!” You mewl before resting your forehead on his shoulder.

The two of you gasp for air, simply holding each other as his dick remains still inside you. He relaxes his arms around your waist, hugging you before digging his face into your soft, supple skin. He kisses the flesh just below your breast, licking slightly as the salty taste of sweat gets to know his mouth. You remain silent for a while trying to come back down to Earth as you hold each other close. “Let’s get you cleaned up mamas”

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Hanta Sero kept his promise and got you home safe. Walking you up to your front door and giving you a sweet kiss before you went inside. He promises that he will call you the next morning and you really hope he will. But you highly doubt it, he’s supposed to head back to College soon anyways so you are certain he will forget all about you. It’s not like the two of you were dating, nor had you met before this. He was just a stranger you had a one night stand with, right?

When you wake up the next morning you don’t bother to check your phone, a pit in your stomach as you are afraid to face the truth that he most likely did not call. You make your coffee first, complete your morning routine before finally taking it off the charger.

1 missed call. Unknown number.

Hey pretty girl, it’s Hanta

Call me when you wake up

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A/N OMG this came out just how i wanted it im so happy. Not me in my writing era. If you made it all the way to the end ty for reading!! <3

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Hi! Id like to request a matchup for jjk, bllk and aot. Im mexican and being connected to my culture is very important to me. I love reading dc comics and watching old slasher/horror movies. My favorite color is purple and my favorite holiday/time of year of Halloween. When it comes to relationships, the most important thing to me is being with someone that I know i can be myself with and that I dont have to worry about their loyalty towards me. Here are my donations and pls lmk if theres any other info you need !!!💜💜

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇: 𝐈𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐌𝐀

Ino is an interesting little guy. He’s cute, but to say he has game would be like saying that cats can fly (handsome loser :3). When he first met you, he had to do a little double take because hold on a minute. Who’s that pretty lady? He casually walks up to you and blurts out a “You’re not from around here, are you?” ft. nervous voice crack that he manages to play off somehow. The question definitely elicits a few mental eye rolls from you. Typical male-tries-to-hit-on-foreign-girl one-liner, but he makes it… work? Maybe it’s the nervous flush on his cheeks, or the hand that sheepishly rubs at the back of his neck, or the bright smile he musters up to mask the nerves. 

I like to think that Ino is a very cosmopolitan person. It’s not really that he’s traveled all around the world, but more so that he has varied likes and interests spanning many different cultures. He likes to listen to old-school hip-hop and reggaeton. He’s into Italian and Turkish dramas. He sleeps well at night knowing there’s an Indian restaurant and another Mexican one down the block that can curb his cravings for butter chicken and quesadillas. 

So, it’s no surprise that he’s quick to grab a throw pillow and get comfortable on the couch whenever you talk about your Mexican heritage. He doesn’t know much about Mexico apart from the fact that the food goes extremely hard, so he’s always enthusiastic to learn more about the other aspects that characterize your country and its people. 

He also tries to learn some Spanish to “surprise” you but then it’s literally just a “¡Buenos días!” enunciated really badly. There’s a proud smile on his face every time he greets you good morning in your mother tongue though, and it’s very endearing, to say the least. 

To add onto his culture vulture, cosmopolitan vibes, I think he’s also really into movies. The type to just drop a niche movie reference every two seconds and frown deeply when no one gets it. 

Watching horror movies with him is interesting because for some reason he thinks that abruptly grabbing your shoulders mid-movie and growling menacingly would jump-scare you into oblivion, but you’re used to the genre so all it does is make you eye him narrowingly, unimpressed, ready to tell him off for interrupting a very crucial plot development. 

For whatever reason, Ino gives me major horror-enjoyer vibes. He likes analog horror and you’re lucky Halloween is your favorite time of year because it’s his too! Watching The Prowler (i just really like this movie lol) under the blankets with warm, freshly-made popcorn and a pretty lady in his arms? Yeah, count him in. 

One last thing, sorry to be the one to say this, but Ino is definitely the “can you draw me” person whenever he sees your sketchbook or art in general. It’s all in good nature, and he wouldn’t mind it if you say no, but if you do draw or paint him, let’s just say that that drawing will be in his wallet for the rest of his life. Sometimes he’d just randomly pull it out when someone brings you up and proudly hold it up to his company like “Uhuh, my girl drew this. Yup.” 

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐋𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇: 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐇𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐀

I think that, unlike Ino, Chigiri used to be less “out there” in the world in his youth and kept more to himself in terms of being an experiencer of cultural diffusion; It was how he was brought up. But after going pro and meeting many people, traveling to many different places etc, he’s been exposed to the world on a greater scale. That’s how he finds himself meeting you one day at a party. He was charming. Need I say more tbh? That hair, that gentlemanliness, that whole aura surrounding him is hard to resist. He knew just how to sweet-talk but actually meant every word he said. 

Chigiri is one wealthy man, let’s be honest. Pro footballer?  Mbappe in another font? Yeah. I think he genuinely enjoys spoiling and lavishing you with gifts if that’s your thing. 

He loves hearing you talk about your heritage and if you don’t live in Mexico, I feel like if you were to even remotely express that you’re kind of missing your country he’d immediately be like, “Then let’s book a 2 week stay and you can show me all those things you were telling me about.” No biggie. 

Would also rent out the entirety of Playa Sisal in advance because you mentioned (once. 1 [one] time. ) that you were looking forward to taking a dip come the vacation. 

I think that there’s this stigma surrounding footballers and how they’re a bunch of players who sleep around but don’t commit. While that may have some merit, Chigiri is different. Like, have you seen him? Not to mention that he has a sister. 

I feel like he values loyalty and genuine companionship as much as you do, and should you ever feel yourself questioning where you stand within his life, or whether he’s trustworthy, he would be so quick to reassure you and make you feel heard, basically quelling the doubts before they even surface. (Communicative king). 

On the note of communicative king, he’s very good at praise and voicing his appreciation. The sort to genuinely encourage your creative hobbies and praise you for any work you create. He would literally not mind building a home art studio for you to promote your love for art and writing. Like, “Oh, I saw you painting the other day and you didn’t look very comfortable at your desk. Thought I’d make you a little art corner,” he’d say as he sheepishly shows you the “art corner” in question which looks more like a state of the art professional studio. 

I think Chigiri himself is a very artistic person beneath the surface. He just gives off that vibe quite a bit. Picnics where you guys sit at the park and paint the scenery together? So him. 

Would post your art on social media (if you consent ofc!) to his 5 million+ followers and bring you business if you ever decide to open commissions. 

In terms of entertainment, Chigiri is the type to be so clueless when it comes to media because he just doesn’t have the time. Like you were shocked when he told you he never watched Star Wars. Sir, what do you mean?? 

It became your job to educate him on the vast world of entertainment, namely movies. He doesn’t really care what you pick as long as you’re happy. So when he’s got some free time on his hands, he’ll binge horror or DC/Marvel movies with you and even try to analyze the plot as it’s happening (don’t kill him please he’s just trying to show he’s interested). 

Would buy you merch of your favorite movies and get giddy when you wear it/decorate your room with it etc.

Lastly, I think Chigiri would sulk in the corner if you insist he let you dye his hair purple since it’s your favorite color, but he literally can’t say no to you, so eventually he yields reluctantly but shockingly, once all is said and done, he figures out he actually really like how purple looks on him. 

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇: 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

I’m gunna be honest. I think it just makes sense for Levi to like you because black cat x orange cat trope?? Him and Hange? Him and the Eren gang in general? Yeah. 

Going by your mbti, I imagine you’re not very extroverted, and I think that’s something that genuinely makes Levi let out a sigh of relief sometimes. 

*glance at each other* You: “wanna leave this party?” Him: “You read my mind.”

If loyalty were a person, it would be this man. He shows it in the small things, I’d say: Leaving you short messages before he leaves for work every morning, bringing you things that remind him of you, etc. I feel like that would be his way of saying “I’ve got eyes for you only/I’m always thinking about you and you alone”. 

Levi is such a meanie on the surface and I find it kind of hilarious. Like, I think you guys would complete each other's snark and sarcasm and people would not know whether you two are joking or not meanwhile yall are just trying to bite back giggles. 

If I’m being honest, Levi doesn’t strike me as a very creative person. He seems more of a STEM sort of guy if we think of him in a modern au, so he doesn’t pay much mind to the arts as a field. 

That’s not to say he isn’t supportive of your creative endeavors of course. You know when parents have no idea how a sport you play works but they still passionately cheer at your games regardless? Yeah, that’s Levi with your art, writing, etc. It’s all impressive to him even if you don’t think so and he’ll make sure you know that. 

“I love this poem you wrote. You could be famous if you took this up professionally,” he’d say even if there was like a single sentence on the page. 

Would be the type to send you anything art or writing related he gets on his fyp like “yup, she’s definitely gonna love this/find it helpful”. 

This might be an unpopular opinion, but I think Levi is actually a film buff. There, I said it. Something about him strikes me as movie lover. He would be the type to drop a quote from some obscure movie from the 50s with a straight face in the most serious tone ever which makes it even funnier. 

So, when you two have some free time, he loves to watch things with you while cuddling on the couch. he’s the type to read the captions before the characters actually say them and it just spoils the scene for him, and then he’d sulk as if it’s your fault, but it’s cute. 

When you two are watching horror movies, he’s the type to tsk and mutter under his breath complaining about the costumes or about how if he were there he would’ve totally killed that demon in like two seconds.

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Can you please do boyfriend HCs for the jjk men that you write for? Thank you!

⌗︙・boyfriend hcs !! ⸜⸜・ ft. gojo, geto, and nanami

a/n: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS THANK YOU SO MUCH NONNIE. you all will witness my mental illness today !!!!!!!!!!

content: pure fluff. just me brainrotting, slightly modern au ?, nudity mentions in gojo's (shocker), gn!reader (there’s use of princess in satoru’s), pet names, just cuteness all around with a small sex joke here and there !!! nanami’s is VERY self-indulgent, sorry </3

⌗︙・SATORU GOJO ⸜⸜・

satoru didnt even ask you to be his boyfriend, honestly. the two of you just started holding hands, calling e/o cute names, hanging out at some point.

when suguru asked him about your guys' relationship status gojo's first thought was "well, we've been going out on lots of dates, so i guess i'm their boyfriend!"

he constantly texts you asking "how was class? did you get home safe? today's mission was tough, get some rest. i love you." even if he's right next to you he'll still message you and talk to you.

he's a tease. everyone knows this. sometimes he'll bring up how the first time you went over to his house, you walked in on his naked and just stared at him for a few seconds.

"hey do you want chinese or mexican fo-" your eyes widen at the sight of satoru's bare chest. he turns around at the sound of your voice and his eyes slightly widen. suddenly the white towel wrapped around his hips falls to the ground. your eyes bulge out of your head, staring at the name in front of you.

"you like the view?" he winked putting his hand on his hip as his towel was laying by his ankles. his voice brought you out of your trance.

"OH MY GOD, IM SO SORRY!" you quickly turned on your heal and slammed his door shut. he could hear your groaning in embarrassment from outside the door. satoru doesn't really mind honestly, he thinks it's funny, but he'll never stop teasing you about it.

he really really really likes you. he's the type of guy who will always bring you up in a conversation. geto and shoko are annoyed by it, but they're both glad he's found someone who makes him this happy.

common pet names with him are: princess, doll, baby, honey, and sugar bear (he says this to piss you off)

his favorite thing to do is just be in your presence. he likes to watch you study, cook, draw, talk with others, everything. anything he can do with you or see you do is his favorite activity.

he likes showing off his strength, so sometimes he'll pick you up and just hold you.

you were cutting the veggies for tonight's stir fry as you heard the front door open. "satoru? baby, is that you?" you turn your head around and are welcomed by his pretty face.

"hi princess. how was your day?" he drops his stuff off by the door, shedding his coat and strides over to you. because of his height, he only takes a few steps before getting to you. you set the knife down on the board.

"it was okay, pretty boring. nanami dropped by to give you your- woah!" his arms wrap around you waist and he picks you up. instinctively, you wrap your legs around his waist, and hold onto his shoulders.

"what's all this for?" you ask, nuzzling into his neck.

"mm nothing, just missed you, pretty thing,"

⌗︙・SUGURU GETO ⸜⸜・

im sorry he's such a loser. i think geto's more of a loser bf, than gojo honestly.

he's a big softie when it comes to you.

he's the type to ask "would you love me if i was a worm?"

you guys were close friends for the longest time. he would see you and shoko together talking, and satoru would casually walk up to you and say hello, with geto following in suit.

he's quite the eye candy and had lots of girls after him for a while, but he's only had eyes for you.

with encouragement (blackmail) from satoru, geto was forced to use a pickup line on you. he stole gojo's apple and walked over to you in the cafeteria line.

you see geto walking up towards you, so you raise your hand up to wave at him. a soft smile appears on your face and geto's heart melts. he's down bad for you. he feels his heart racing and his palms grow sweaty. before you can say hello, geto places the apple in your palm and says with a small voice,

"you're the apple of my eye," and he runs off. shoko and satoru are laughing hysterically as they watch their friend dash off, his cheeks and ears stained pink.

you're left standing there in confusion.

i think the way yall start dating is one day is pouring after school. kids are running onto the buses, jumping in their parents' cars, opening umbrellas, but you realize you dont have an umbrella.

"shit," you mutter. you scrounge through your bag, hoping, praying that an umbrella will spawn in your bag, but alas, the world does not work like that.

"everything okay?" geto asked, peaking over your shoulder. you turn around to see him holding an umbrella in his hands. the two of you are next door neighbors, it wouldn't hurt to ask, right?

"no, i didn't bring an umbrella. can we walk home together?" you ask him sweetly. he can't refuse you and your pretty eyes. geto thinks he's never seen someone so cute. he gives you a smile, one only reserved for you, and holds his arm out. you wrap your arms and his and smile brightly,

"thank you so much! i love you!" he giggle, pushing yourself against his bigger build. geto looks down at you and chuckles.

"i love you too," he leans down and places a kiss on your forehead. "so much," he mutters. he opens his umbrella and starts walking. your heart is racing. did he just kiss you...and say he loves you?! he looks back behind him, giving you a soft smile. you look into his eyes and you felt like your heart was glowing. suguru geto is the owner of your heart, he you are the owner to his. 

hes a movie connoisseur and a home body, so lots of your dates include watching flims, tv shows, plays, etc 

a little personal headcanon of mine, but i think suguru loves flowers. he absolutely adores them, so please give him flowers, or put them in his hair. he’ll give you the cutest smile ever. 

common pet names with him would be: my love, star, darling, and baby

i also hc that hes a great cook ??? he’ll cook you anything. he’s not the best baker though, but he tries! and that’s all that matters

at the end of the day, suguru loves you more than anyone and he would go to hell and back if that meant he could see you smile. 

⌗︙・KENTO NANAMI ⸜⸜・

oh nanami...sweet sweet nanami

he’s the sweetest boyfriend ever. constantly has his arm around you, compliments you, drives you to work, packs your lunch, you name it, he does it

he’s the kindest man out there and he does anything you ask of him. all he wants in return is your love and loyalty. 

he gives you the ultimate princess treatment. you want lemon in your water, you got it. you don’t wanna drive to the store? he can do it. you don’t wanna push the cart? nanami will push it. you’re too lazy to do you assignments? nanami will help, but he’ll explain it to you as well. 

he’s so whipped for you too like. one time satoru caught him smiling at his phone and he was shocked.

“nanami!!! how are yo-” satoru abruptly stops in his tracks. he sees the soft smile painted on nanami’s face. he’s never seen this expression on nanami’s face before. sure nanami’s smiled in front of satoru before, but never like this. satoru feels his heart warm. he’s glad nanami has someone who makes him happy. will he use this to his advantage though? yes. oh yes he will.

“nanami!” satoru exclaims and wraps his arms around the blonde. he leans forward slightly, making eye contact with nanami. “sooo...who’s the lucky one?” satoru wiggles his eyebrows, smiling at nanami. nanami scoffs and tucks his phone back into his pocket. 

“my partner...” nanami mutters. satoru’s eyes widen. he didn’t expect nanami to actually answer him. satoru’s smile grows even ore warmer. the fact nanami is outwardly expressing his love for you, even going as far to allow satoru to know, you must be really important to him. 

“well im sure whoever it is, they’re lucky,” satoru pats nanami’s back and keeps walking. what he doesn’t hear tho is nanami saying,

“no it’s me, im the lucky one.” with his hand toying with the keychain in his pocket. it’s a tag with your name and anniversary date on it. nanami’s kept it on him since college and he intends to never take it off. 

he does tremendous research on any interest you have so he can understand what you’re talking about. you’re one of the people he wants to engage in conversation with, so he’ll do anything to make sure you always feel heard.

he’s a gossip bf. he’ll always want to know the drama going on in your life and if he overhears any too, you’ll be the first to know, no doubt. 

when he comes home after missions, he takes off his tie, jacket and harness and just lays on your thighs. sometimes he’ll ask if you can massage his shoulders or legs. 

much like geto, nanami is a great cook. he’s well versed in breakfast as that’s usually the only meal he makes himself. often times he’s too tired to eat dinner, or he’s grabbed some takeaway. however, the moment you entered his life, he’s learning every cultural dish of yours, your favorite sweets, snacks, drinks, etc. 

i think he’s a sucker for sweets, so he’s better at baking than cooking, but he’s still a star chef.

common pet names with him would be: love, honey, sweetheart, my [name], pretty

dates with nanami also tend to be pretty domestic. grocery and home decor seem to be your guys’ favorites.

“nanami, do we have any more detergent at home?” you ask him, browsing through all the different kinds of soaps. 

“i think so, but we should stock up.” he replies, grabbing the bulky white bottle. you stop him abruptly by grabbing his wrist. his eyes dart from the bottle to your face, trying to see if anything is wrong. when he cannot figure it out, he raises his eyebrow.

“i don’t like that one. i want the pink one,” you point to the bright pink bottle behind you. nanami sighs, smiling internally and places the white bottle back. you hand him the pink detergent, smiling. 

“oh yeah, can we get more snacks? i want more chips!” 

“we have six bags at home.”

“so? i want more. ill kiss you if you buy me it.” you wink at him as a pink hues seem to conquer his cheeks. he clears his throat,

“fine. but only two more.”

“that’s two kisses for you then,” you cup his cheek in your hand, kissing him once on the nose, then peck him on the lips. nanami’s left awkwardly looking at the laundry supplies as you skip over to the food ailes looking for more chips to bring home.

nanami believes that nothing could even be considered okay without you. his whole life took a turn when he met you. he started to take care of himself more, he cared about coming home at reasonable times, he had a reason now. and that reason was you.

no matter what happens in the future to the both of you, nanami knows for sure, he’ll never regret you being his first love. 

can you tell who’s my favorite jjk man..............?

[elisela]

happy un-iversary nurseydex au, fluff, established relationship. for @missanniewhimsy

Will is not the flowers, chocolate, and wine celebration person. His eighth grade girlfriend had broken up with him tearfully after he laughed when she wished him a happy one month anniversary, his first boyfriend hadn’t even made it to a year. He thinks he got concert tickets that year for Jason’s birthday but his memory is fuzzy; whatever it was, it wasn’t something he had put a lot of thought into. That’s not to say he’s not sentimental in other ways—he still carries the torn piece of paper with Chowder’s barely legible IOU HALF OF ONE MEDIUM PIZZA AND 2 CHEAP BEERS JESUS FUCKING CHRIST YOU PETTY LOSER scrawled on it from their first month of college just because it makes him smile, snaps photos of flowers growing through concrete cracks to text because Jack once told him—while drunk off his ass—that he thought they were all beautiful. 

Unfortunately, Derek is the flowers, chocolate, and wine person. On Will’s last birthday he came home to take-out—only plated nicely, two tall candles burning in the middle of the table, soft music playing in the background. The only wine Will has ever enjoyed was chilling in an ice bucket that he hadn’t even known they owned, the fancy extra-dark chocolates he didn’t like but had once complimented Bitty on sitting in a wrapped box on the island.

So it should say something that Will is standing in the floral section of the grocery store an hour before they close, trying his best to pick out a bouquet that says happy anniversary and these are not last minute flowers. 

They’re all a little wilted, so it’s not exactly working.

Will’s hoping it’s the thought that counts.

But Derek frowns when he walks in their door, his gaze darting from the flowers to the caramels from the confectionary in Old Town that Will’s seen him demolish a dozen of in the space of two minutes. “Uh,” he says, brow furrowing. “What’d you do?”

Of the two of them, Will would have bet money that he’d be the first to forget an important date. “Nothing,” he says, a flare of defensiveness coming before he takes a breath and tries again. “Happy anniversary.”

It’s funny, the way panic flashes across Derek’s face before it settles back into faint confusion. “Our anniversary is next month.”

“No it’s not.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Will. Our anniversary is May 8th.”

“It’s April 6th,” Will says, flowers now pointing towards the ground as he gestures pointlessly with his arm. “How could you think it was May 8th?”

“How could you think it was April 6th?” Derek asks, and he takes the flowers right out of Will’s hand as Will stares at him.

“Because that was the Rocket’s home opener,” Will says, also handing over the caramels. He had to go forty minutes out of his way for those and a small part of him wants a tiny bit of praise for it. 

Derek mouths at him wordlessly for a moment. It would make a hilarious picture, the way he stands there cradling the flowers and candy gently while looking dumbfounded, if Will weren’t so bemused about the whole thing. “We—the—what—that wasn’t our first date! We weren’t dating!”

“We weren’t until we went to the game together,” Will responds.

“We went to the game together because you thought it’d be a good idea to get season tickets!” Derek shoots back. “Our first date was at the Mexican restaurant and you changed the five to an eight on the inflatable Cinco de Mayo sombrero and made me wear it all night.”

Will stares at him. “We’d already been dating for weeks. I asked you out weeks before that.”

Derek’s eyes narrow almost imperceptibly. “I asked you out.”

Because Will can’t strangle his boyfriend—of exactly one year, thank you very much—he kisses him instead, curling his hands into Derek’s hips and pulling him close, curling awkwardly around the flowers he’s still holding. “Happy,” he says pointedly, “anniversary.”

Derek kisses him back, soft and sweet and a little self-satisfied. “Thanks for the flowers,” he says, and Will can feel him smirk. "Happy un-iversary.”

[elwolfen]

Alfred Molinathon Day 7

Scorpion Spring (1995)

Denis (Denee) Brabant

His Role: The motor mouth and sleaze oozing out of this guy! He was so extra it was a tad overwhelming for me at the start. He was funny to watch, but I know that I would tear this man apart for existing near me in real life. I don't care how pretty and French you are, I will bite you. I'm glad you never made it to your audition.

I also completely forgot he is married and got his wife pregnant! While explaining to his current lover that it's not a big deal... she rightfully leaves him. Which leads to a funny introduction between him and Zac.

He is such a silly scumbag. If it wasn't for him wanting to fuck every woman in site and drink gallons of booze, they would have never gotten into any of this mess of a movie. But I do find the whole "did he sleep with Nadia or not" thing quite interesting and perhaps shows a little more depth to him if Nadia was indeed telling the truth of them not sleeping together, but I don't know for sure.

I like the dynamic of complete opposites being into a situation. Zac, a recovering alcoholic and Denis, the beer-chugging king loser. And, of course, how they both view women. I especially liked the phone scene, I know it was very on the nose, but I don't care, I enjoyed it.

Near the very end, he becomes more of a side or background character, which is understandable due to the stand-off between Astor, El Rojo (randomly Matthew McConaughey) Sam, and the Mexican Judicial (no name). The end for our dear sleazy Frenchman? Poetic. Almost got of scot-free until a key point of his character comes to bite him in the ass. The cards were never in your favor for making it to that audition.

Random thing, but his name, Denis? Very fitting. It means "follower of Dionysus," who, I'm sure plenty know, is the god of wine and pleasure. So keep that in mind every time you look at him.

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The Rest of the Movie: Half the plot was lost to me due to me not understanding half of what the characters are saying (no entiendo español). But from what I inferred, it was a very messy situation.

I feel terrible for both Zac and Nadia. Zac slowly spiraling from the situation at hand and starts to take up drinking again, and Nadia being used as a drug mule for a dangerous coyote. I hope both are better off after the end of the movie. Zac just wanted to help her and she desperately wanted to see her family.

Astor was a very intimidating character, I would not want to mess with him. I do like that he didn't kill Lem and Octavio, they were helpful. His bloody ties with the Mexican Judicial were interesting, but I'm glad neither of them got the chance to kill each other and instead was all Nadia's doing. Good for her.

Everyone was so damn sweaty by the end... that's all. Oh, and also lots of usage of particular slurs in this film. Mainly towards Mexican people. Heads up!

[steadypet101]

(TW bullying mention, transp*obic and homop*obic mention, and rac*sm mention if you don't want to read the description below)

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Meet the nastiest, narcissistic, egotistical, cruelest, heartless, cold-hearted, floozy, dirty, manipulating, biggest bully in the Mutant Mayhem universe, Carrie Rojas! She is the queen and rules Eastman High. As the queen bee and the crowned prom queen, Carrie is the most beautiful and the most popular girl you'll love to hate. She'll bully others mercilessly and enjoy hurting people in her own way possible. She hates the Reece sisters and the Drake sisters. There are others who love and adore her, and she can claim any boy she wants, taken or not as long as they're handsome to her. She's the queen of lies and rumor spreading. One bad judgment to her, or calling her a loser, bitch, ugly, slut, etc., or try to upranking her on the social ladder, or to challenge her, or to steal her place as prom queen, or even stood up to her, she'll make up a false rumor about them and crush them so hard that their heads will spin. She has no respect for anyone or anything but herself. She is also racist towards to the Mexicans.

She has her own crew, known as the Hive Ladies (her six friends will have a change of hearts and abandon Carrie later on, eventually). She's a type of girl who doesn't "touch" the gays or the transgenders. She especially doesn't want to have to deal with the Ninja Turtles or their mutant family. As pretty she is, others are blind to see her cruel and ugly side of her because she's internet famous. She is like Regina George, Junko Enoshima, Chris Hargensen, Mertle Edmonds, Sunset Shimmer (formerly self), Velvet (Trolls Band Together), Verosika Mayday, and Katie Killjoy all in one. Not to worry, though. She'll always get instant karmas like all the female fictional bullies in movies and TV shows.

Anyway, I hope y'all like this piece.

[f1]

I know where the problem is Perez says he has no doubts he can turn around his season after tricky qualifying run

Sergio Perez has expressed “full belief” that he will soon return to his best level after a sequence of early qualifying exits that left him with damage limitation exercises for five straight races. Having been just 14 points behind Red Bull team mate Max Verstappen after the fifth round of the season in Miami, Perez is now 99 adrift after failing to reach Q3 in Monaco, Spain, Canada, Austria and Britain and starting towards the back. READ MORE: Verstappen hails ‘incredible’ 11th consecutive win for Red Bull as he joins elite club alongside Schumacher and Ascari At Silverstone, where Verstappen notched up his eighth victory of the season, Perez had to settle for sixth position from his 15th-place grid slot – the Mexican left to rue being left with another race day recovery drive. “Nothing really worked today,” Perez lamented. “I had a great launch but then I was pushed off the track by Esteban [Ocon] and I lost positions at the start, so it took me longer to come through the field. Then we pitted like three or four laps before the Safety Car came out, so that was a bit of a shame. This feature is currently not available because you need to provide consent to functional cookies. Please update your cookie preferences Race Highlights: 2023 British Grand Prix “But yeah, I know where is the problem, and it’s on Saturday. [In qualifying], there is a few things we need to correct, but the positive thing is that the pace is there on Sundays, at the end of the day where points are given. “I’m still second in the championship and I have full belief that I can turn around my season and get back to the level I should be. I’m already in the simulator [on Monday], we have some ideas of where to work on and I’m confident that we will be able to go through it.” Perez added that, despite his recent qualifying struggles, he feels mentally ready to bounce back, while underlining the support he is receiving from team chiefs Christian Horner and Helmut Marko. READ MORE: 5 Winners and 5 Losers from the British Grand Prix — Who shone the brightest at Silverstone? Perez gave himself another hard Sunday at Silverstone “I have full support from the team, from Helmut, Christian, all my engineers,” he commented. “Everyone in the team knows what I’m capable of, it’s [just] how it goes sometimes. FACTS AND STATS: Red Bull match McLaren’s all-time record of 11 straight wins “When we don’t feel fully comfortable with the car, you tend to see these margins. It has happened to any other driver, but it’s how you overcome these situations. “The most important thing is that mentally I’m very strong, I’m at a very strong point and I have no doubts that I will overcome this.” via Formula 1 News https://www.formula1.com

[makmalaon]

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

I find that everyone is more or less the same. Everyone’s engulfed in their own egos and biases about the world. It doesn't matter where I travel.

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re so dramatic tio.” 

“Girl.” 

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

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

“Valentina, are you okay?” Said Jane. 

“What happened?”

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

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

“Have they tried praying away the stress?”

“Not now.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The smell of vanilla and flowers overpowered my nostrils. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You don’t want to live with me.” 

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

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

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

“Then why did he go to prison?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Once you’re grown, I’ll tell you.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing?” 

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

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

“That’s none of your business.” 

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

“Language honey.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

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

“What about school?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re crazy.” 

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

“Where are you now?”

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

“Where are you going?”

“I might be going to Cancun.” 

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

“I don’t want to bother you.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who’s your friend?” 

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

“Yo babe check this out. Kobe.” 

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

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

“He’s kinda funny.” 

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

“He’s pretty swole.” 

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

“Aw you like him.”

“Ew don’t be weird.” 

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

“Why are you crying?” 

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

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

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

“Where the fuck were you?” 

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

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

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

“You’ll get us killed.” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah but still.” 

“We have a guest room for a reason.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re so weird.” 

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

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

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

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

“Is everything ok with your meal sir?” 

“We’re ready to go.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is everything ok girlie?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where’d your aunt go?” 

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

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

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

I woke up to Gabriel yelling. 

“Is everything ok?” 

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

“Maybe she’s busy with something.” 

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

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

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

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

“Should we call the police or something?”

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

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

My stomach grumbled loud enough for everyone to hear. 

“Are you hungry or something?” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you think it was her?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re so fucking dumb.” 

Sarah grabbed her blueberry muffin and licked it. 

“Ew you’re fucking nasty fuck you.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He held me in bed and I felt so safe. 

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

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.” 

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

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

“Does it freak you out?” 

“No I like it.” 

“You don’t have to lie to me.” 

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

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

I held him closer to me but he pushed away. 

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

“I was the one who asked about it.” 

“It was weird of me to bring it up.” 

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

“I barely know you.” 

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

“You’re funny.” 

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

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

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

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

“You picked the wrong line of work.” 

“I’m trying to change things.” 

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

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

“I go against everything you stand for.” 

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

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

“There are always exceptions to the rules.” 

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

“I hate when you do that.” 

“I’m sorry.”

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

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

“You seemed so natural doing what you did.” 

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

“How did you get that nickname?” 

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

“That’s bold of you to say.” 

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

“What was your first time like?” 

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

“What did they do?” 

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

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

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

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

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

“How many people have you killed?”

“I lost count.” 

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

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

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

“I own a bunch of businesses?” 

“Are they drug related?” 

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

“Why ADHD meds?” 

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

“I have ADHD too.” 

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

“I don’t know about that.” 

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

“They make me feel weird.” 

“Are you a masochist or something?”

“What the hell? You’re being weird.” 

His look of embarrassment was so cute. 

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

“Good thing your windows are tinted.” 

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

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

“What?” 

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

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

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

“Mind your business old man.” 

“Alright whatever bro.” 

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

“He’s a sicario.” 

“That old bastard? No way.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The sound of a gun getting clocked. 

“Who do you work for?” 

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

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

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

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

“Stop the car.” 

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

“I’m not who you think I am.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What did this guy look like?” 

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

“What else?” 

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

Another loud bang as the man collapsed on the ground. 

“Why did you do that?” 

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

“Why kill him?” 

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

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

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

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

[the-firebird69]

This front end is modified and lowered and that's what we mean and we don't mean the bottom that is close to the ground we mean the hood is elongated and brought down and it's really it can be brought down a little bit more makes it look cooler. What they did in the back it's not right you don't need to do all that you make it smooth and you make it a wide body it looks really cool. And nobody uses arches it looks heinous but the rest of the car looks great this is the idea a little bit more forward maybe an inch or less on the height of the opening of the grill but by bringing it forwards and downwards you smooth out the wide body part on the back the tires are that is the transition the wheel well transition is smooth and rounded like on the Ferrari and or Porsche and you would have a wider front end it would come out a little like the rear but not much just an inch and they didn't do that and it's a mistake there's you would take off the arch and you don't need a wing of any kind and this car would be number one seller on Earth and it'll go a bit faster than 580 with the LS1 or LS2 it would probably go about 790 and the Volkswagen unfortunately for our son he says he can put a limiter geez it would go probably with a V6 130 horsepower with these changes additional about 580 with the top end and exhaust without the top end and with a standard exhaust you just modifying it a little at the tail at the end of it to look good and sound good it would still go about 280 mph it's a big difference in horsepower about 50 horsepower we have to add cooling to the 6 cylinder and that would be extremely fast so we're going to post

Right now a huge huge groups of warlock are heading towards the Mac proper bunkers and they have a pathway on their Islands and California has access to three of them that are actually on the edges of the Midwest they're not in the Midwest I'll explain they they are there and they have their own caverns they are not surrounding the Midwest on purpose at this time they are moving to take them over and there there are three one is the Colorado one is in the Badlands and it's only 10x20 it's not very big Colorado is 30x20 and one is 20x20 and off Oregon to the east only 10 miles east of the border and they are moving and they probably can take them but they will get beaten up other things are doing they're trying to preach the wall into the Midwest from the south and are still in the Midwest they have a decent size Force it is very large and full of heavy and they're going to use up what they need to defend themselves against basic enemies like the crabs and other Intruders like Mexicans it will bring down their Shields so to speak don't exist this one attack will weaken them by about 1/8 if they continue they will lose a lot of power and we don't intend on letting them getting anywhere and we're bringing out tons of stuff which they're answering by bringing more and to their detriment we're also taking stuff in the midwest rapidly we should have about 20% more in a few moments those there are about 50% emptied it's our area we don't want them there and they keep saying the rigs so we go in and pull them out no we can't resist there's a huge difference between us and you guys and you don't recognize it no these attacks on the wall and on the smaller Mac faces are going to be global and will be answered the wall will be answered by us and the bunkers by the max and you're going to try and attack what you think are our bases on the interior there's five bases you want to attack and several of them might not be us they might be pseudo empire they're kind of acting like this when your losers but okay some people say it's awesome you know it's not a lot of them fall for it we will defend our bases and take more territory there's a large number of people from the South now getting up and intending to try and take over the areas they want to strike they're large areas that they lost and I've been sitting there brooding and making our son's life difficult by sending idiots in and they get nabbed and pushed out and they come back and it's horrifyingly awful and now they're going to die there's a lot more happening though this has started a process of investigation by the max and they're up and they are mobilizing and the morlock are going to be forced to fight them in their areas a lot more than they think they're moving to take over the territory from them right now and that includes the the west and the South and lots of areas in the Midwest that they have I've got the more lockout and our son is correct it's going to clear everyone out of there and they've done it before and it creates a huge battle and that's coming up momentarily so we're going to print

Thor Freya

Olympus

We didn't know about that no I knew but he didn't know and he says whoa and it's because usually they're not organized and that sounds like they're organized and it's going to be a very big strike we're getting ready too our family and clan and our cadre and it's going to be a very big deal for us it's global though and it's going to be other races we're going to be in on this problem and issue and they will start to do a lot more we're doing times and we need them out of here they're horrendous they don't know what they're facing down there and they're blaming us and we need them to hell out of here I'm just suck bag losers

Hera

Zues

We're going to print now we don't have time to listen to our boss right now

Frank Castle hardcastle

Yeah keep it yourself we know what she's saying

Duke nukem Blockbuster yeah I see what it is

[tilbageidanmark]

Movies I watched this week (Year 4, week 7)

Lord You Have Seduced Me, And I Was Seduced.

Into great silence is an unhurried, almost-wordless, 3-hour-long German documentary about the everyday life at the Grande Chartreuse monastery. About 2 dozen elderly men live there at the French Alps, in solitude and stillness, praying, doing penance & singing praises to God.

The director asked the order for permission to record the movie in 1984, and received their response 16 years later. He then lived with them in the cloister for 6 months, filming and recording on his own, and using only available light and sound. It's a meditative, hypnotic reflection into the ascetic life. 7/10.

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LIGO (Director's Cut) is a different, most absorbing documentary about the Laser Interferometer Gravitational-Wave Observatory ("LIGO") and the painstaking path taken toward realizing and releasing their first major observation. It's a lot of smart scientists talking about doing complex science in an accessible way. Absolutely fascinating, even if - like me - you have no clue what they are talking about. 9/10.

If you are the type of person who likes this sort of thing, you'll probably like this.

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The Wyoming's 1892 Johnson County War X 2:

🍿  Michael Cimino's epic western Heaven's Gate, the movie that killed the auteur movement, the 70's, and the one that started the enshittification of Hollywood. A bleak anti-western about the war against foreigners - and poor people in general - so relevant to today's ethos.

A magnificent, leisurely-told story (I watched the "Radical cut" of 219 minutes), with a serious ensemble: Not only Kris Kristofferson, Christopher Walken, John Hurt, Sam Waterston, Brad Dourif, Isabelle Huppert, Jeff Bridges, and Joseph Cotten, but also Mickey Rourke, Willem Dafoe and T Bone Burnett in small roles. Not that different from his earlier 'Deer Hunter', so why did it fail so spectacularly? (Photo Above)

🍿 "Shane! Come back!..."

First watch: The glorious technicolor western Shane, with very 1950's vibes and style. A mysterious gunslinger slings into (the picture), and Joey, a cloyingly-blond boy is enthralled by his mystique. Jean Arthur last film. 7/10.

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Times are hard, and I need to replenish my resources of Léa Seydoux. The Last Mistress is a 2007 aristocratic period piece by Catherine Breillat about sexual obsession and societal expectations. Unfortunately, this was only Léa Seydoux's second film, so she only had a small role in it as a chambermaid. 6/10.

/ Female Director

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As a child, I loved the books by mysterious writer B. Traven X 2:

🍿 Macario, an unexpected 1960 supernatural fable, my first by Roberto Gavaldón. Considered one of the greatest Mexican films which were not made by Luis Buñuel. 100% on Rotten Tomatoes, and the first Mexican film nominated for an Oscar. A poor woodcutter with 5 or 6 children who are always hungry, is dreaming of eating a whole turkey all by himself, but when he gets the once in a lifetime chance to do so, he shares it with an apparition of a man claiming to be even hungrier. For that, he is turned into a miraculous healer. What a gem! With the beautiful Pina Pellicer. 8/10.

🍿 "... Badges? We ain't got no badges. We don't need no badges! I don't have to show you any stinkin' badges..."

I never realized that this quote was from the fantastic The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, a story about all-for-nothing greed. With an award-winning performances by Walter Huston as the grizzled gold prospector, and a cameo by his son John Huston. Also, Humphrey Bogart, in the best role of his career, playing against type as an insane paranoiac loser. A good portion of the movie was spoken in Spanish without subtitles or translation.

First watch - 9/10.

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Switzerland in 1975. I remember the didactic Jonah Who Will Be 25 in the Year 2000 from so many years ago as that important social-political manifesto of the times. But looking back at this group of people struggling with the failed revolutions of the 1960's, it's just outdated, dispirited and resigned. Sad and frustrated Marxism.

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Michael Winterbottom's comfortable travelogue The trip to Greece, one of the only few series that I actually watched in full. A light, fictionalized version of Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon, as they drive for the 4th time to touristy locations, indulge in eating tasty dishes, and celebrate their friendship while playfully argue with each other. It's middle-brow travel-porn with money shots of food and vistas. The highlights of all these movies are always their impersonations of other celebrities. There's a diminishing rate of return with each new chapter in this saga, since they are basically always the same.

[It ends though with a rendering of Max Richter's On the Nature of Daylight, which is lovely.]

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I loved Alice Wu's two queer rom-roms very much when I saw them a couple of years ago. So a Valentine Day re-watching of The half of it seemed natural. The cute Chinese teen, super-smart social-outcast, who lives alone with her dad, and who falls in love with another girl, sounded right up my alley. But on second look, it feels more like any other Netflix teen-drama, full of all the tropes and cliches you'd expect from one.

/ Female Director

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A monster call, a dark fantasy about a boy whose mother is dying. I hardly ever watch these type of CGI-generated fairy tales where anthropomorphic trees can walk and anything can happen. Not my cup of tea. With Sigourney Weaver. 2/10.

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2 with Emily Mortimer:

🍿  Harry Brown is a bloody and ugly vigilante, a-la 'Death Wish', with Old Man Michael Caine going medieval on the ass of the Clockwork Orange gang in his run-down housing estate. The only tiny sliver of redeeming value was Caine as the quiet, lonely pensioner who used to have 'a particular set of skills' in the old days when he served in Northern Ireland. 2/10.

🍿 TransSiberian, a pathetic 'thriller' about drugs and murder on a Russian train. Weak story, poor direction and un-charismatic actors (including another Woody Harrelson role as a Christian missionary worker, the 2nd time in two weeks). 1/10.

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Juzo Itami's Supermarket Woman from 1996. A broad - very broad - folk comedy about "Hanako", an ordinary housewife who help a fledgling local supermarket turn around. Far away from 'Tampopo', but Itami still managed to build some small emotional payouts. It ends with a giant chase by a pimped up Dekotora truck. 3/10.

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I have no idea how I came to watch the Australian TV series Fisk. A slight comedy about a strangely-calibrated middle-aged female lawyer who takes a job at a small firm in Melbourne which specialize in wills and probates. With bits of snappy dialogue and a few good jokes, it was light and breezy. But after 4 short episodes, I got the picture and signed off.

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3 by Yugoslav animator Dušan Vukotić, and a few other shorts:

🍿  Vukotić was a co-founder of the 'Zagreb School'. His Surogat ('The Substitute') was the first foreign film to win the Oscar for animated short. A minimalist poem of whimsical shapes, reminiscent of the Italian 'La Linea'. A fat man goes to the beach and inflates every object in sight.

🍿 Cow on the moon, another charming gag of a girl fooling a bully to believe he landed on the moon.

🍿 Igra ('The game') is a terrific live-action/animation hybrid. Pencil drawings by a boy and a girl start fighting with each other. 8/10.

🍿 The experimental 1965 The Dot and the Line: A Romance in Lower Mathematics earned cartoonist Chuck Jones his only Oscar as a producer. It's an abstract romance, in a Saul Bass geometric style, with specific early-60's message of 'Victory of the Bohemian over the Square'.

🍿 Re-watch: Kid auto race at Venice, Charlie Chaplin first appearance as The Trump, 1914 - Colorized!

🍿 My Mom Is an Airplane! a cute fantasy for small kids by Russian Yulia Aronova.

/ Female Director

🍿 Kabul Sea (2010), a short little documentary by a female Afghani director, Alka Sadat.

/ Female Director

🍿 The pixel painter tells of Hal Lasko, a retired graphic designer who started creating digital art on Microsoft Paint after his 85th birthday. The conversations of his family which was left behind him are banal, but the illustrations are delightful.

🍿 The Beauty Of Past Lives and The Beauty Of French Cinema from a YouTube channel that does Video edits.

🍿 Riding shotgun, a strange 6-minute animated story about 2 'horny' assassins filled to the brim with weird sex, violence. coke and dirty toilets. Not for me.

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My first film by Gaspar Noé (and surely also his last?), We fuck alone from 2006. The story is simple: A man and a woman masturbate to the same porn film in different rooms, under intense and irritating strobe lighting. That’s it. It’s literal porn, and the only place I could stream it was on a Pornhub clone.

I have zero objections to porn, but here I have to quote Malcolm Tucker (in conversation with 'In the loop' Linton Barwik): “I've come across a lot of psychos, but none as fucking boring as you! I mean, you are a real boring fuck! Sorry, I know you disapprove of the swearing, so I'll sort that. You are a boring eff-star-star-cunt.” 1/10.

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..."Jack was pumping up a flat on the truck out on a back road when the tire blew up. The bead was damaged somehow and the force of the explosion slammed the rim into his face, broke his nose and jaw and knocked him unconscious on his back. By the time someone came along he had drowned in his own blood..."

First time read: Brokeback mountain, Annie Proulx's fine piece of short story, first published in the New Yorker. After re-watching Anne Hathaway's hurting face in that scene...

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(My complete movie list is here)

[joshrgomez]

its stereotypical that Mexican men still haggle their women. I know fucking well that asian's do that shit even more. The reason that doesnt apply to black women or people. More deep I dont give a single fuck to talk about it. Basically the Government made it to where the African American race is disrespected. Where African American women make more and are in their children's life more. They arent going to listen unless someone shows them. Too much drama. Again I dont want to talk about that. Thats their drama. I respect them cause I respect myself and let them handle their own shit. Now white women are becoming garbage as fuck cause their men are trying to please these stuck up bitches. (no offense if you arent but you probably have been just cause of the culture lately!!!) So you'll have a white guy try to please his wife or girlfriend. She is just being a fucking cunt turning her husband into a fucking queer. That's what I see lately. In his mind I bet he grew up thinking once I get a wife we are going to be like the Flintstones or some shit. Jimmy Nuetrons family. Loving dad and caring wife with their child in a nice home. Nah these white women dont help their partner out most the time. They dont shut the fuck up and they're narcissistic as fuck from social media and music. So if you arent making 6 figures with a 6 pack at 18 youre a fucking loser. That girl is going to be a skank whore meanwhile. When youre 30-40 after that skank bitch with a baby daddy is ready to finally settle down you can finally fuck her smell disgusting pussy thats loose and dry. That's what white men have to work towards now. Yes that shit is embarrassing I bet to the parents if not to the parents it should be embarrassing as fuck to you. It isn't cause youre a narcissistic retard with serious mental problems. Even worse when your parents are chill as fuck and stable citizens. Maybe a little weird. They arent having mental fucking breakdowns and getting pregnant by random men for no fucking reason retarded bitch

[watchmegetobsessed]

TO LOVE AND BE LOVED - Part One (Harry Styles)

a/n: oh my god i am sooo thankful for the love the masterlist got with just so little info about the story! it means so much to me and i really hope i won’t disappoint you with this story! i was planning to post the first part on tuesday but i got excited bc of all the feedback and reactions and decided to start earlier, so here it is, part one of TLABL, a story im kind of proud of and very happy to share! please drop by my ask box or leave your thoughts on the story, i would love to hear everything from you guys!

pairing: CEO!Dad!Harry X Reader

warning: mentions of death, cheating and divorce

word count: 11.2k

SERIES MASTERPOST masterlist

“I hope you realize this holds nothing against you, we all love and appreciate you and your work, but we had to face some unexpected problems this past year.”

You sit in front of Claire, your boss completely dumbfounded, not even comprehending what she is saying completely. You came to work this morning absolutely oblivious that today is going to be your last day of work at the daycare you’ve been working at for over two years now.

“I’m sorry, but last time you let us in on the budget you didn’t bring up any complication that might have indicated someone could lose their job, so what possible problem could have come up so abruptly?” you ask with a shocked and nervous chuckle. Part of you kind of hopes this is just some stupid joke she is playing on you, but Claire is not one to make games out of such serious things. Letting out a tired sigh she pushes her reading glasses up to the top of her head into her carefully curled hair.

“Look, I’m really trying not to make a big deal out of it, but we had to make some cuts on the budget. The kitchen and gymnasium renovation was completely unplanned and it kicked us in the butt. We are making some changes about the groups this year and it was made that it can be solved with one less person on the team. I’m sorry it had to be you, but the decision had to be made.”

“But why me?” you press. “There are two people who have been working for a shorter period of time here, didn’t I earn your trust during my time here?”

“It’s not about that, Y/N,” Claire shakes her head.

“Then what is this about?”

“If you are so keen on knowing, we’ve… received a few… complaints.” Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline, this is the first time you’re hearing about it.

“Complaints?”

“Yes. Some parents are not quite the fan of the kind of mentality you are using while teaching the kids.”

“What are you talking about?” you ask, feeling all the blood rushing out of your face. This is starting to get way too nasty. Claire pinches the bridge of her nose before leaning onto her desk, clasping her hands together.

“I know that you are quite the free spirit and want to teach the kids about openness and acceptance, but not everyone is as rainbow as you are. Some kids brought the word home about what kind of books you’ve been reading and we’ve gotten a few concerns about you basically promoting the LGBTQ community for the kids.”

“I’m not promoting, I’m trying to teach them to accept everyone just the way they are, how can that upset anyone?!”

“Well, it does. The committee had to make a decision on who we should let go and many agreed that it might be the safest decision to make it be… you.”

You’re about to faint. You are sure you are about to fall off this chair and just black out. How can someone get mad about you reading stories about acceptance and treating everyone equally? What kind of monster can see it as a bad thing? And now you are losing your job over such a stupid thing that you don’t even feel responsible for.

Though you’d love to stay and try to convince Claire to not let you go, you know the decision has been made and if you’re being honest, you don’t feel comfortable anymore working at a place where parents tell you off for teaching important values for their kids. Sadly, but you sign all paperwork about your immediate parting and you leave Claire’s office to pack your stuff.

“Miss Y/N! Miss Y/N!” Izzy, one of the sweetest girls in your group basically launches herself at you, smashing against your legs as she hugs you happily. “Do you want to see what I just painted?” She blinks up at you with her gorgeous green eyes and your heart breaks that you won’t get to see her again.

“Oh, Sweetie. I have to—you know what? Sure. Show me your painting,” you smile at her warmly. You can’t say no to her, not when this is the last time you get to see her.

As you’re cleaning out your locker in the break room, Heather walks in and stops in her tracks, seeing you with your gloomy face as you pack everything into a cardboard box.

“What the hell are you doing?” she questions right away. The two of you have known each other for years now, you did the same master’s programme and somehow ended up working here together, carrying on the friendship you’ve formed through your school years.

“I was… fired,” you sigh, wincing at the words.

“What?! Why?”

“Apparently, we are having some budget problems with all the renovations that was made recently and unbeknownst to me, some parents have been complaining about my openness with kids so I was the lucky one to part ways with.”

“That’s fucking bullshit! The kids adore you, how can someone complain about something like that?”

“Don’t know, ask them if you ever find out who they are,” you mumble under your breath as you shut the now empty locker closed. “I’m sorry we can’t carpool anymore,” you pout at her.

“No fucks given about that, what are you gonna do now?” she asks, seemingly very bummed at the news that you won’t be working at the same place now.

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “I guess I’ll have to find something new if I don’t want to end up on the streets,” you mumble.

“Oh girl, I’m so sorry,” Heather sighs pulling you into a hug. “Why don’t we go out for drinks on Friday? Everything is on me!”

“Don’t act like I’m already broke, makes me feel like a loser.”

“Sorry,” she scowls. “Just want to brighten you up a little. Meet me at seven at that Mexican place, how does that sound?”

“Stuffing my face with nachos and tequila? Sounds like the best plan I could wish for.”

You waste no time arriving home after your worst day at work. You jump right into the job ads, looking for basically anything that might help you out of this impossible situation. Sending your resume to as many places as possible, you get a few callbacks the next few days, but you only make it to one interview on Friday and that doesn’t go well either. The man who calls in for an open position at a private kindergarten turns out to be a total snob and he doesn’t find your free spirit too fitting with the profile of his institution so you get rejected at the end of the interview.

You head out to meet Heather feeling like shit. You’ve been unemployed for four days, but it’s already breaking your spirits.

“You know what? Clair is a bitch for giving in to the complaints,” Heather slams her fourth shot glass on the table with a grimace. “She should have defended you!”

“I’m sure she just didn’t want to get into any disagreement. Some of the parents donate great amounts to the school and Claire would never risk losing that money,” you sigh rolling your eyes.

“Okay, but she is being very… not inclusive,” she narrows her eyes. “Firing someone for teaching the kids openness? Bullshit.”

“I’m just sad I don’t get to see the kids anymore. They really grew close to my heart.”

“The little fuckers can be so damn cute, almost make me want to have one.” Heather sighs, downing another shot before pulling the nachos closer to her. You laugh at her vulgar reaction, she has always had quite a dirty mouth but somehow she controls herself well around the kids. “How has the job hunting been?”

“Horrible,” you growl in frustration. There are not many that offer a good paycheck and the few that does are these posh places that expect you to treat the kids like they are made out of gold which is ridiculous. That’s not how you raise a kid!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sure something will come up soon. Why don’t you look into nanny jobs, have you thought about that?”

“What do you mean?” you furrow your eyebrows, popping some chips into your mouth.

“A lot of people prefer having nannies for their little children, some even want them to move in. My brother’s ex-girlfriend was a live-in nanny for about two years and she earned a shit ton of money, because she didn’t have to pay rent and a good chunk of the food, because the parents just treated her like part of the family and bought groceries for five people instead of four.”

“I’m not sure I’m cut out for that kind of stuff.”

“What, earning money?” Heather scoffs.

“No, living with a stranger.”

“Most of the time the nanny gets like a separated place so it wouldn’t be that bad, but you know what’s good for you. It was just an idea,” she shrugs.

Soon enough you drop any work talk not wanting to ruin the mood. You enjoy some time away from the stress of job hunting and you’re just trying to have fun with your best friend. You start talking about nostalgic memories from college and end up looking up people you graduated with on social media, checking out what they’ve been up to in the past years.

“Alright, I’m gonna go to the restroom quickly, watch out for my drink,” you announce pushing your drink closer to Heather as you head towards the restrooms.

There’s a bit of a line so you stand behind two girls chatting about some cute guy they just met and leaning against the wall you close your eyes for a moment, feeling the drinks hitting you in the head. You’re not used to drinking, haven’t really had the time to get drunk too much lately and it’s saddening to think that now that you’re unemployed, you could black out every day, you wouldn’t have anywhere to show up in the morning.

Getting deep in your thoughts you almost don’t even notice that your phone is buzzing in your pocket. When you finally realize you pull it out of your back pocket and look down at the unknown number with a scowl. You quickly leave your spot in the line and rush out to hear something as you answer the call.

“Hello?”

“Hi, I hope I’m not calling at an inconvenient time, I’m Harry Styles and I’m looking to talk to Y/N Y/L/N?” you hear a thick British accent on the other end of the line.

“This is her.”

“Great. Sorry for the late call, I’m Isabelle’s father.”

“Isabelle?” you ask in confusion, the names not really clicking in your head thanks to the shots you’ve been taking.

“Isabelle Styles? Izzy?”

“Oh! Yes! Sorry, yeah. Mr. Styles, what can I help you with?” you ask, not sure why Izzy’s dad would be calling you.

“Well I just recently learned from my daughter that you’re not working at the daycare any longer?” “Uh, yeah. Unfortunately I was fired this Monday…” you awkwardly answer.

“I’m sorry about that. Izzy has been really sad about it, I wanted to ask if you’ve found a new job already?”

“Not yet, I’ve been looking but I haven’t had much luck yet,” you confess.

“In that case I have an offer to make,” he firmly continues and you perk up at his words. “I’ve been thinking about pulling Izzy out of daycare, but I didn’t want to do it until I found someone to take good care of her. You’ve been her absolute favorite and she’s been devastated since you’ve been gone. If you’re up for a job of this kind, I would like to offer you a spot as Izzy’s nanny.”

“Oh!” is all you react, completely not expecting this call.

“I know there are a lot to discuss, but if you’re interested, I would be more than happy to have a chat with you sometime this weekend? To go over the details and see if we can make it work.”

“I, uh… Um, yeah. We can meet, that sounds good. When would it be good for you?”

“How about tomorrow afternoon?”

“That can work.”

“Amazing!” he beams. “I’ll send you the address through text if that’s alright for you.”

“Yeah, of course. When should I be there?”

“Would three o’clock suit you?”

“Absolutely,” you nod, stunned at the turn of events.

“Great, thank you so much, and once again, sorry to bother you on your Friday evening. Looking forward to see you tomorrow!”

“Thank you, Mr. Styles, see you soon!”

You get back in line at the bathroom and then make your way back to the table where Heather gives you a puzzled look.

“Did you take a massive shit or something?” she jokes as you take your seat and stare back at her, still in shock.

“No, I had a very interesting call, actually.”

“With who?”

“Um, Izzy Styles’ dad just called and offered me a job as her nanny.”

Heather almost chokes on her drink, coughing at the news. You hand her a napkin as she dries her chin off from her cocktail.

“Harry Styles wants you to be the nanny of his daughter?” she gasps.

“You know Izzy’s dad?”

“Y/N, everyone knows him! He is the sexiest man to walk this planet and not to mention that he is like stupidly rich! Have you not seen him yet?”

“Not really,” you shrug. “Izzy was picked up by an old woman most of the times, I guess I never worked when her dad came for her.”

“That explains why you’re not squirming already,” she scoffs. “That man is like… crazy hot, I’m telling you. I bumped into him one morning when I guess he was dropping Izzy off, the way he said ‘Pardon me, Darling’ made my knees shake,” she tells you, faking an accent that’s nowhere near what Mr. Styles sounded like on the phone.

“Well, I guess I’ll see him for myself. I’m meeting him tomorrow to discuss details,” you shrug and Heather slams her hand on the table.

“Oh my God! You’re gonna work for Harry Fucking Styles! Get ready because your panties will be soaking wet all the time,” she laughs like a hyena.

“Heather, stop!” you shake your head laughing too.

Following Mr. Styles’ call you decide to cut the night shorter than you intended, not wanting to look absolutely wasted when you meet him. Arriving home to your small, one bedroom apartment you take a quick shower before climbing to bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to collect your thoughts. You told Heather you’re not willing to do the whole live-in nanny thing and Mr. Styles might not even want you to live with them, but now that the option is there, you realize it might not be the worst case scenario. Especially since you’re not really swimming in other job offers and you are in desperate need of anything at this point.

Despite having consumed quite some alcohol the previous night, you wake up at a reasonable hour in the morning, finding a text from Mr. Styles about the address you’d have to be going in the afternoon. You make a quick trip to the grocery store and do some chores before you start getting ready for the meeting. You opt for a simple black dress that reaches your knees and pair it with a little funkier, flower printed blazer to bring some color into the outfit.

Punching the address into the GPS you see that it’s taking you to the outer skirt of the city to the neighborhood that’s known to have some quite luxurious estates and you immediately think back to what Heather said about him being ridiculously rich. Driving down the streets in your old Volkswagen you couldn’t stand out more at a place where at least three cars park on the driveways and one of them is a Ferrari or a Porsche.

There’s a massive security gate under the address that’s your destination and it’s left open so you can pull up to the driveway easily. You park next to a fucking Tesla, finding it extremely funny to see your car next to it, but it is what it is. Walking up to the front door you ring the bell as you take a look at the house that can easily considered to be a mansion. Guessing from the outside there are at least about five bedrooms in it and you can only imagine what other luxurious units are squeezed into it.

Soon enough the front door opens and you find yourself staring back at a breathtakingly gorgeous man, wearing a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black suit pants, his chocolate curls falling to his forehead as his emerald eyes fall on you, a warm smile tugging on his lips.

Shit. Heather was fucking right, you think to yourself swallowing hard.

“Miss Y/L/N, it’s so nice to see you. I’m Harry, Izzy’s dad, come on in!” he invites you inside before a short handshake.

“Nice to meet you too, Mr. Styles.”

“Please, just call me Harry. I don’t like formalities at home,” he asks you as the two of you walk further inside until you arrive to what looks like a living room, but it’s actually the size of your apartment.

“Only if you call me Y/N,” you smile at him and he nods right away.

“Miss Y/N!” you hear a small voice call out and turning around you see Izzy running down the hallway until she throws herself against your legs.

“Oh, hello Sunshine!” you hum, squatting down so you can hug her.

“I missed you!” she pouts, rubbing her eyes.

“I missed you too,” you smile at her, caressing her soft cheeks before standing up. An older lady walks in, the one you’ve seen picking up Izzy. She approaches you with a friendly smile as she extends a hand towards you.

“Hi, I’m Ruth, it’s nice to meet you.” “Y/N, nice to meet you too.”

“Ruth, would you take Izzy outside while I talk to Miss—erm, Y/N here?” Harry requests. Ruth nods and taking Izzy’s hand she lures her outside to look for ladybugs in the backyard and that immediately catches her attention. The two of them leave through the sliding door, giving you and Harry privacy.

“Please, have a seat,” he gestures towards the sectional couch. “Would you like something to drink?”

“I’m good, thank you,” you smile at him as he sits in an armchair across you.

The interior of the house is quite cozy, kind of modern with a hint of vintage touches that make it less rigid, a pop of color showing at most corners so it’s not too monochrome. You quite like it.

“Y/N, I once again apologize for calling you at such an inappropriate hour, but I often work late and I wanted to get in touch with you as soon as possible upon hearing the news.”

“Don’t worry about it, I understand.”

“Isabelle mentioned it to me on Thursday that the other workers told her you no longer work at the daycare so I asked around a little yesterday and was informed that they let you go earlier in the week.”

“It was quite sudden for me as well,” you chuckle lightly, feeling a little anxious to talk about it.

“I know it’s not too appropriate, but I asked why they chose you to part ways with and I have to say it’s outraging that some parents are so ignorant and wayward. I’m really sorry this had to be the reason out of everything.”

“Thank you.” It actually feels nice that he thinks the same, this whole firing was ridiculous and you were losing hope in humanity, but Harry is now very much restoring it.

“Let me walk you through what the situation is here and what I was thinking about.” You nod and listen carefully. “I’m president of a record label and it consumes most of my time, I sometimes work sixty hours a week which I know is not ideal and healthy and I’m trying to change it, but it’s not an easy situation. I thought that putting Izzy into daycare was a good idea, but it’s been getting harder to work around her schedule as a single parent with so much work on my hands. Ruth is a family friend who has been helping tremendously with Izzy, but she is not getting any younger and she would like to retire fully and spend more time with her own grandkids. So I’ve been thinking about hiring a nanny for Izzy and try to make her days work around mine while I’m able to do that. She is going to start preschool in little over a year and I want to spend as much time with her as possible, but it’s not easy when the schedule depends on an institution. When she told me about your firing I had the thought that you might be interested in taking the spot as her nanny. She is obsessed with you, wouldn’t stop talking about what you do every day, and I might have also looked into your professional background. I like what I’ve seen and I’m very much into the way you’ve been dealing with the kids at the daycare. Openness is really important and I want Izzy to grow up in an environment that teaches her about being equal and supportive towards each other. I would be more than happy if you’d be the one taking care of Izzy while I’m not available.”

To say the east you’re stunned at how forward and open he was about the offer and his compliment about your professional background is quite flattering. You can tell he is doing an amazing job at raising Izzy as an open and accepting human, she was always one of the nicest and sweetest kids who always made sure to include all her peers in the games you played. And it’s obvious Harry is not just being a hypocrite, his tattooed arm, painted nails and ring clad fingers are not quite what you’d traditionally imagine a man like him wear, but he does it well and clearly doesn’t give a fuck what others might think about it.

Harry continues with how much he thought you’d be earning for the job and you almost choke on your own saliva. It’s almost three times as much as you’ve been earning at the daycare and you’d be able to save a good chunk every month which is quite amazing.

“I have to ask, were you thinking about a situation where I live with you or I’d have to be coming here every day?”

“Well, essentially it would be the easiest for everyone if you moved in. I have plenty of rooms you could choose from and you’d have access to everything else as well, of course, including the home gym, the pool, the sauna and the entertainment room. But I understand if you are not willing to make that commitment. If you choose to live here you wouldn’t be charged anything, naturally.”

This actually sounds like a dream, moving into this luxury mansion from your cramped little apartment and being able to save the money you’ve been paying on rent.

“And what would be the time management? If I moved in it would easily make me fall into a habit of always working, which is not quite ideal,” you point it out.

“Of course,” he nods. “I like to take care of her morning routine so you’d have to start around nine when I leave to the office. If we can make this deal working I’d like her to start taking some extra classes during the day, moving her activities earlier in the day so her afternoons would be free. She takes piano lessons on Mondays and Wednesdays, a swimming instructor comes here on Thursdays and she is taking French lessons every Tuesday and Friday. Everything takes place here, I would reschedule her activities to take place between nine and twelve. You wouldn’t have to worry about her during those times. You’d cover lunch time and then the afternoons. I try to get home between four and six and just work from home if it’s possible so I can be around her. You’d have to only help out whenever I can’t make it home in time I have urgent works that have to be done from home. We could have dinner time together and then her night time routine is my duty again. Ruth is willing to help me out on Saturdays and I spend Sundays with her strictly without any work distraction so you’d have the weekends off unless something comes up. In those cases I would check in with you beforehand and arrange it however it works best for you.”

You’re speechless for a moment. What he just shared doesn’t seem too bad, you might have to work a lot more, but being one on one with just one kid is much easier than dealing with fifteen of them at once. Not to mention that the money is still amazing compared to what you’d have to be doing.

“I’m gonna be honest with you, it’s an amazing offer. Izzy is such a sweet girl, I would be more than happy to take care of her.”

Harry smiles at you warmly, clearly proud of his daughter, as he should be.

“Can I ask for some time to think about it? It would be a huge commitment.” “Of course. Take your time and let me know whatever your decision is.”

“Thank you.”

Harry offers a quick tour in the house regardless, the kitchen is massive, they have a nice dining area with floor-to-ceiling windows looking out to the green slopes of the backyard that seems to be Izzy’s kingdom. She has a playhouse that could almost function as a real one, the pool is filled with floaties for her and she has her own playground further in the back with slides, monkey bars and a swing set. Your assumptions were almost right about the number of bedrooms. Beside Harry’s master and Izzy’s own room there’s one that’s been used by Ruth, one that’s for Harry’s mother and sister for whenever they are staying over and there are three additional rooms now serving as guest bedrooms, one of those would be turned into your room if you chose to move in. The gym seems better than the one you’ve been going whenever you felt like being a little active, the entertainment room has everything you could ever think about for a room this sort of and the sauna is already calling your name. Living and working here might actually feel like a vacation.

“Miss Y/N! Look what I found!” Izzy runs up to you when you and Harry step out to the backyard, holding her pointing finger up. A ladybug is wandering around her tiny finger, not even bothering with the amazed girl that’s inspecting it.

“Wow! How many dots do you see on it?” you ask and she knits her eyebrows together, counting the black dots.

“Five!”

“Yes, good job!” you ruffle her curls as she smiles up at you proudly. She really is an angel, you’ve grown to like her a lot and you would be lying if you said you didn’t get emotional over thinking about never seeing her again. Being able to take care of her and give her the best possible childhood would be such a dream and the chance to do that is right in front of you.

“I’ll be waiting for your call, Y/N,” Harry smiles at you walking you towards the front door.

“Harry, I don’t think you need to do that,” you speak up and see his face fall, he obviously took it the wrong way, thinking that you want to say no to his offer.

“Oh…”

“It’s not that,” you chuckle softly. “I would love to take the job. And if you’re still okay with that, I’d like to move in, it would make everything just so much easier.”

You watch as his expression changes from disappointed to hopeful as he cracks a smile nodding.

“Yeah, the offer is still there. When do you think you can start?”

“How soon do you want to pull Izzy out of daycare?”

“As soon as possible. If I have to I can go in on Monday and do all the paperwork. You could move in sometime during the week maybe?”

“I have to talk to my landlord about my lease, but I’m fine with moving in during the week,” you nod smiling and you can’t help but feel excited.

“That would be wonderful. Thank you so much. I’m looking forward to working with you.”

You discuss a few more details and then you head out, thinking about how the next time you’ll be coming here, you’ll be moving in.

“If this one doesn’t go to the donate box, I’m leaving right now.”

Heather holds up a pair of denim shorts, painted in the colors of the flag of the States. She holds it pinched between her index finger and thumb as if it was something nasty and disgusting

“You know I only bought that for that stupid frat party. I never wore that anywhere else, so you can put it into the donate box.”

“Thank God!” she groans and throws the shorts into said box.

It’s Sunday evening and your place looks like a warzone, boxes taking up the place everywhere as you’re packing your life up to officially move into the Styles mansion. You agreed with Harry to bring over a good chunk of your stuff on Monday and then settle in for real on Tuesday. He is pulling Izzy out of daycare first thing on Monday and you’d stay at home with her for the first time on Wednesday. It’s been a fast paced change, but you couldn’t care less. With the amount Harry is gonna pay you, you’ll be able to save up a good chunk every month, like you always wanted to.

As you finish putting your books away you reach the shelves that contain all your photo albums. Photography has been your passion for a long time. It started as a simple hobby sometime through your freshman year in high school, but in senior year, your photos filled the yearbook and you even did the design of it too. You’ve had a few gigs since then, some weddings and pregnancy shoots and you like to sell your photos individually as well. You wouldn’t have imagined how much a simple nature photo costs.

Flipping through the one on the top, you can’t help the bitter smile on your face as you see the photos from your brother’s 14th birthday three years ago. There are tons of family pictures with you, your brother Trevor and your parents, seemingly being all happy and joyful. Things were different back then and you didn’t see anything coming.

It’s past midnight by the time you more or less finish packing, you’ve filled three big boxes with things to donate so you have significantly less stuff to move to the Styles mansion in the morning. Heather spends the night, but leaves early in the morning since she needs to go to work. The moving van you rented out arrives a little after eleven and the two guys from the moving company helps you load it with about two thirds of your stuff. Harry is at work when you arrive and Izzy is still at the daycare, Ruth is the only one at home, she helps you out even though you tell her not to break a sweat over it.

“Let me help, makes me feel needed,” she chuckles sweetly when you try to get her to stop, but she insists on bringing in some smaller bags and boxes.

You’re still unpacking when Ruth arrives back with Izzy a little after four. You hear her little feet tapping against the floor as she runs down the hallway, bursting into your future room.

“Miss Y/N! You’re here!” she cheers, throwing herself into your arms as you sit on the floor, being the perfect level for the little girl.

“I am! How was your day, little Sunshine?”

“We finger painted and I made a painting for daddy, do you want to see it?”

“Of course!”

Izzy disappears to get her backpack from Ruth who is making her some snacks in the kitchen. She soon returns with her painting, presenting it to you proudly.

“Look! This is me and this is daddy!” she points at the two human-like figures, the only thing giving away who is who is that one of them is bigger than the other one. “And then this is mommy!” she then adds, pointing at a star in the upper corner of the painting and you freeze.

In the midst of everything, you didn’t even have the time to question why Harry is a single parent. To be honest your first guess would have been divorce, but Izzy’s painting is telling you something a lot more tragic.

“It’s beautiful,” you smile at her, trying to hide your surprise at the new information. “I’m sure he’ll love it.”

Ruth makes sure Izzy is busy while you finish up unpacking and when you’re about to be done, Harry arrives home. Approaching your room even though the door is open he knocks on the doorframe, catching your attention.

“Hello, just wanted to see how things are going. Do you need help with anything? I’m sorry I couldn’t be here to help with the boxes and all…”

“Hi! Oh don’t worry about that, I had plenty of help,” you shrug smiling. “Everything is going fine, thank you.”

“Great. I did all the paperwork today, tomorrow is going to be Izzy’s last day at daycare. You’re still up to start on Wednesday, right?”

“Yeah, of course. I only have a few things left at home so I’ll be all set by tomorrow.”

“Thank you so much,” he smiles warmly. “And thank you for being so quick about everything. It means a lot to me that I can spend more time with Izzy thanks to you. I really appreciate it.”

“I should be thanking you the opportunity. I wasn’t really drowning in the job offers,” you chuckle making him smile as well. “Please let me know if you want me to change anything, I have a plan I would like to go around with Izzy’s days, but of course, your word is the most important.”

“I trust you to take good care of her during the day. The only thing I want is to have her home when I get home. Ruth couldn’t always pick her up before and I really hated to do the extra trip and pick her up from daycare instead of coming straight home to be with her.”

“Understandable. I’ll make sure to plan accordingly,” you nod smiling.

“Y/N, I want you to feel home as much as possible. This is your place just as much as it is ours now. Izzy and I go grocery shopping every Sunday, it’s kind of a father-daughter thing we do every week. We keep a list on the fridge, feel free to add whatever you need and we’ll get it.”

You can’t help the smile that stretches across your lips, because this is such a sweet thing to do, when Harry could easily afford someone to do the work for him. Yet he still uses this time to be with his daughter.

“Yeah, sure, thank you!”

“I’ll get out of your hair now. Would you like to stay for dinner?”

“Oh, no, but thank you. I still have some things to take care of before tomorrow.”

“Alright,” he nods before walking out. He leaves you thinking hard about him. You wonder what really happened to Izzy’s mom and if he is dating someone right now. A man like him is basically a dream to any woman, you doubt he is having a hard time finding a partner, but you haven’t seen any sign of another woman around the house. Guess you’ll have to wait and figure it out yourself.

The apartment is awfully empty on your last night here. When you moved in about a year ago you didn’t think you’d be moving into a mansion from here. You spend the evening cleaning out a bit so you leave the place in good condition. Your landlord was terribly nice about your early leave, you could easily agree that you’d pay for the two more weeks that’s left from the month and that would be all, no extra costs for moving out before your lease was up.

You’re cleaning off the kitchen counter when your phone starts ringing, it’s a video call from your brother.

“Hey there! What’s up?” you ask, propping up the phone on top of the microwave while you move around, doing your thing. Trevor seems to be lying in bed, a black hoodie covering his upper body.

“Hello, just wanted to see how the moving has gone today.”

Despite the ten year age gap between you and Trevor, your relationship couldn’t be better. Probably because you were old enough to see what a blessing a sibling really is when he was born.

“Everything went smoothly. I only have a few stuff to bring over, that can fit into my car tomorrow, so it’s fine.”

“Cool. How is the dude? What was his name again?”

“Harry. Harry Styles.” You see him pull his laptop to his lap and probably searches up Harry’s name before his eyes widen at the screen.

“This dude is big! He is the president of HES Records, they run some of the most popular singers these days.”

“Yeah? I was sure he is a big name judging from his mansion,” you chuckle.

“Have you looked him up yet?”

“Not really.” “Want me to read what’s here about him?”

“Sure,” you hum, continuing to clean while you listen to Trevor.

“Alright. Apparently he is thirty-one, took over the record company when he was just twenty-five because his father wanted to retire early. The number of talents working under the label has doubled since he has taken over and many of his clients have won Grammy Awards. Impressive,” he hums, scrolling down on whatever site he has just found. “He is known to be a private person, the last time he made an appearance… Oh shit…” Trevor breathes out and you turn to your phone with furrowed eyebrows.

“What?”

“Wow, this shit is heavy. It says the last time he made a public appearance was in 2017, not long before his wife was killed in a car accident.”

You freeze, feeling your stomach drop to the floor, immediately thinking back at Izzy’s painting of her family. It very much makes sense why she said the star was her mother, it must be the way Harry explained to her what happened to her mother.

“It happened in 2018, she wasn’t in the fault, a drunk driver ignored the red light and ran into her car at a crossroad. This is terrible, oh God.”

“Poor Izzy, she probably doesn’t even know what really happened.”

“Must have been hard on him, there’s not much about him since then.”

“Can’t blame him for not wanting to be in the spotlight after losing his wife.”

“Yeah.”

Trevor shows you a few pictures of him from years ago, he has always been handsome, but your favorites are the few from the times when he had long hair. He looked so different, like a whole other person, but still, he rocked it perfectly.

Then you show Trevor around in the empty apartment before loving to the couch, turning all your attention to him.

“How have things been?” you ask with a sigh. Trevor purses his lips and shrugs.

“Other than the constant screaming matches on the phone and endless fights every time dad comes over for more of his stuff? Everything is rainbows and butterflies.”

“Is it really that bad?” you scowl.

“It’s like they never run out of stuff to throw at each other, but I feel like this much couldn’t happen even in their twenty-eight years together,” he scoffs making you chuckle.

“I’m sorry you’re stuck in the middle of all that.”

“It’s like payback,” he hums and you give him a puzzled look. “You had it bad growing up for being the surprise baby, making them teen parents. Then I came at a reasonable time, they already knew the drill, but now that you’re out of the house I’m getting all the shit, having to deal with their divorce.”

“I’m really sorry, Trev,” you sigh, feeling guilty that he is all alone at home.

“It’s fine, I don’t blame you,” he shrugs. “But you could make it better if you asked your millionaire boss if I could hang out at his house sometimes.” He grins at you slyly and you roll your eyes. Of course he is already thinking about using you for his own good!

“I don’t want to push the boundaries just yet, but I’ll see what I can do.”

You talk a little more about school and what he’s been up to with his friends before ending the call. You take a shower and go to bed right away, feeling extremely worn out from all the packing you’ve done through the day.

The next day you pack the remainder of your stuff into your car and then your landlord comes over to do a checkup, though he fully trusts you took good care of the place.

“Again, thank you for your understanding, I didn’t plan to leave so early, but it just kinda came up,” you tell him, handing him over your keys.

“Don’t worry about it. I hope your new place will treat you right,” he smiles kindly at you.

You chat a little longer before you leave and head over to your new home. Once again, Ruth is the only one home and being the angel that she is, she helps you to carry your stuff up from the car before leaving to get Izzy from daycare. Since there’s not much left to unpack you finish quite fast, leaving you some extra time alone in the house. Walking around you try to learn your way around, still finding it a bit of a maze. You find Harry’s home office’s door open and after a bit of hesitation you step inside, just taking a look around. Yeah, it’s kind of a nosy thing to do, but you couldn’t help yourself.

His space is quite clear, he keeps his stuff neatly organized. Certificates and plaques are hung up on the wall, showing off his many successes in the business. There’s a huge bookcase near his desk and there you see some family photos… ones that include his late wife as well.

She was beautiful. There’s a picture of the three of them in the hospital from the day Izzy was born, Harry has an arm around his wife’s shoulders who is holding baby Izzy, both of them radiating happiness as they just become parents. Your heart breaks when you see the photo next to it, it’s just Harry and her in Paris, the Eiffel tower standing tall behind them as they are grinning widely at each other, foreheads touching. Harry has his arms wrapped around her slim figure while she is hugging his neck. They look so happy and in love, like they were always meant to be with each other. Knowing what tragedy hit them is just hard to process even for you, who never even met the woman.

You hear the front door open and Izzy is laughing at something, so you rush out before anyone could catch you snooping around.

“Hi Miss Y/N!” she chirps upon seeing you when you meet them in the living room.

“Izzy, you don’t have to call me Miss Y/N, Y/N is perfectly fine,” you smile at her, caressing her rosy cheeks.

“Okay. Ruth, can I please have some ice-cream?”

“I’m afraid we ran out of ice-cream, but I’ll put it on your grocery list,” Ruth tells her, a pout tugging on Izzy’s lips.

“How about this: I’m gonna make a delicious smoothie, that’s almost like melted ice-cream, would you like some?” you offer and her eyes brighten up immediately, nodding right away.

While Ruth puts away Izzy’s things they brought home from daycare, while the two of you move to the kitchen to make the smoothie together. You find some frozen berries in the freezer and pair them with bananas, putting them all into the blender with oatmilk, blending it all together.

“How is it?” you ask Izzy, who is sitting on top of the counter, tasting the pink smoothie that leaves a cute little mustache above her cherry lips.

“I like it!” she smiles, scrunching her nose.

“We can make it some other time then,” you smile, drinking up your portion.

Izzy is dancing around the kitchen, babbling about her last day at daycare while you clean the glasses and the blender when Harry arrives. He is wearing a baby blue suit with a crispy dress shirt underneath, looking fashionable but still business appropriate at the same time.

“Daddy!” Izzy launches towards her daddy, who catches her, throwing her into the air before holding her in his arms, joining you in the kitchen.

“Hey baby. How was your day?”

“Good, all my friends hugged me but I told them we would meet in the park.”

“That’s right, and I have the number of all your friends’ parents, we can have playdates with them whenever you want to,” he smiles before his eyes meet yours. “Hi Y/N, everything went well with the rest of your moving?”

“Yeah, I’m all set,” you smile back at him.

“That’s great. I have a few calls to make, but I’ll be done in thirty probably. Would you mind looking out for Izzy in the meanwhile?”

“Of course. She promised me to take me around her room, so we could do that, what do you say?” you ask the little girl who nods in excitement.

Harry disappears in his office and Izzy pulls you to her room, showing you just about every toy she owns. Her room is a typical girl’s room, the walls are painted a light pink color, her bedframe resembles a castle and she has a dollhouse as big as your previous bathroom. Harry clearly spoils her rotten, but what you noticed is that she is not one of those annoying bratty only children who can’t take no. She was clearly taught how to behave and always listen to the adults.

While Izzy is putting her stuffed animals away after introducing you to all of them, you spot a photo frame near her bed, decorated with macaroni. You remember when you all did that together at daycare and now you get to see the photo that ended up behind the glass.

It’s a photo of Izzy and her mother, she was just a baby and doing quick math in your head you realize it must have been not long before her accident, might even be the last picture taken of the two of them. Her mom is smiling at the camera while Izzy is sleeping in her arms peacefully. Izzy looked a lot like her when she was a baby, the bridge of her nose and her lips resembled her mother’s, though now she appears to take more after her dad with her chocolate curls and piercing green eyes.

“That’s my mommy,” she tells you when she sees you looking at the photo.

“It’s a nice picture,” you smile at her, trying your best to hide how heartbroken you feel even just looking at the photo.

“Daddy said she had to go up to the sky, but she is watching me from there,” she explains, clearly not entirely sure what it means, but you can tell she misses her. “Daddy said she is living between the stars now and that she loves me very much.” You need to fight your tears back at her words.

“I’m sure of that too,” you breathe out smiling at her.

“Izzy, do you want to help me make dinner?” Harry walks in smiling, though it disappears for a moment when he sees the two of you looking at the photo of his wife, but he is quick to control himself.

“Yes! What are we making?” she runs over to him, jumping up and down.

“Uh, chicken and veggies.”

You step away from the photo, pretending like nothing just happened. You’re dying to discuss it with Harry, hear him talk about it, but you won’t push him. If he wants to share it, he’ll come to you.

“Alright, come on then,” he smiles down at her. “Thank you for watching her, I’ll take over from here. Food will be ready in about an hour, Ruth is staying with us as well,” he informs you.

“Great, I’ll… I’ll be in my room,” you nod.

The first two weeks on the job brush past smoothly. It takes you some time to get used to your new home, but taking care of Izzy doesn’t feel like work, so you’re feeling amazing in your new job. You easily fall into a schedule with her.

The mornings are always Harry’s duty. He wakes her up around seven-thirty, makes her breakfast and dresses her for the day before he leaves around nine. Thanks to this habit of his, you’re able to sleep in until eight, leaving you plenty of time to get ready for your day with Izzy before Harry has to leave. Depending on the weather, the two of you then either take over the back yard or move to her room for some play time before her class of the day starts in the noon. Piano with Rosaline on Mondays and Wednesdays, French lesson with Lyon on Tuesdays and Fridays and then Izzy’s favorite on Thursdays, swimming class with Kitty.

Izzy loves to help in the kitchen so you usually make lunch together. Once her tummy is full she takes a nap before you sit down to learn something new every day. You’ve been teaching her the numbers and the alphabet, or some days you just talk about anything that interests her and learn at least two things she hasn’t know yet, all through games so she doesn’t even realize what you’re doing. You’re usually done by around three, leaving you time to take a visit to the park, if Harry is not planning to take her himself later that day.

You’re strictly home by four, unless it’s Tuesday when she has her dance class until five. Those days you drive her to her class, run some quick errands and pick her up. Harry usually uses his extra time in the office on these days, but he is always home by six to have dinner together with his daughter.

Once Harry is home you’re off duty, though you like to stay close, not just in case something comes up for Harry, but because you genuinely like spending time with Izzy and Harry, seeing them interacting.

Harry sometimes has to work on Saturdays as well, but just as he promised Ruth is always here to take over duty on those days, leaving you free for the whole weekend. It’s been working perfectly for you and those very few concerns you had about moving in dissolve quite fast as soon as you start working.

Though it’s been pretty clear to you before, you now one hundred percent sure that Harry is living for his daughter. She is always a priority, he doesn’t hesitate to decline any work calls he gets in the evenings if Izzy needs him, if she is a little fussy and wants her daddy’s attention or when they are in the middle of a game. He is clearly trying to keep a balance between his work and role as a father and from what you’ve seen, it seems like he is doing an amazing job in that. However you haven’t learned much else about him. He is all friendly towards you, but makes sure to keep it business casual, not quite keen on getting to know each other better as just friends, maybe.

A Friday afternoon you’re having a little tea party in the backyard with Izzy when Harry arrives home, but this time, he is not alone. Through the sliding door you spot him with a blonde guy who is talking very articulately as Harry is typing on his phone. The man looks about Harry’s age, but you can’t tell if he is a friend or a business partner, but if Harry brought him home, he is more likely to be a friend of his.

“Uncle Niall!” Izzy gasps when he spots the man through the glass and abandoning the tea party, she starts running towards the door. The man spots her and slides the door open grinning widely before she jumps into his arms.

“Little bugger! How are ya?” the man laughs, holding Izzy in a tight hug before leaning back to take a good look at her. You notice his thick Irish accent and it suits his appearance quite well. You head inside as well, in case Harry needs Izzy busy for a little longer, though he doesn’t mind having her around, kissing the top of her head before finishing up whatever he was doing on his phone, watching Niall and Izzy smiling.

“I’m having a tea party with Y/N, wanna join?” Izzy invites the man, who then looks at you for the first time, smiling widely.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, Izzy’s new nanny,” you introduce yourself, holding out a hand that he shakes, keeping Izzy in his other arm without a problem.

“Nice to meet ya, I’m Niall.”

“Y/N, Niall is an old friend of mine. He is joining us for dinner, hope you don’t mind,” Harry informs you and you find it funny how he is kind of asking for your approval when it’s his house.

“Not at all.”

“Harry has told me he hired a pair of new hands to help, but he didn’t mention it’s a stunning young woman!” Niall beams, making you blush right away.

“Ni, I would appreciate it if you didn’t try to pick up my daughter’s new nanny,” Harry warns him lightly, though there’s some firmness in his tone, not that it scares Niall in any way, he even winks at you.

“Oh come on, you can’t expect me not to flirt when you surround yourself with so many pretty women! First Ruth and now Y/N!”

You smile at him, something is telling you he wasn’t joking and he tried to flirt with Ruth as well. Harry just rolls his eyes at his friend, taking Izzy from him.

“Keep it in your pants, Niall,” Harry tells him and though it’s nothing vulgar, it catches Izzy’s attention.

“What should he keep in his pants?” she questions, making your and Harry’s eyes grow big right away. Luckily, Niall keeps his cool and takes care of the situation.

“My attitude, Sweetie. Your daddy is just jealous because I’m more handsome than he is,” he smirks at the little girl, successfully avoiding an awkward conversation about what it is that Niall should keep in his pants.

You smile at his reply, even though you are not that sure about the comparison he just made between himself and Harry.

“Izzy, do you want to continue the tea party?” you ask her and even though just a minute ago she was inviting Niall to join her, now she shakes her head no. “Alright, I’ll pack it up then.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. We’ll do it, right Izzy? She brought it all out, she is going to be the one packing it up,” Harry reminds her and she nods.

The two of them move outside to put her little tea set back into the basket she keeps it in, leaving you and Niall alone.

“So Y/N, how did you end up here?”

“I was working at Izzy’s daycare, but they sent me away not long ago. Then Harry contacted me and offered the job which was a lifesaver, truly.”

“That’s great! Well, not that you got fired, but that you ended up here. I know it means a lot for Harry that he can spend more time with Izzy, you’re making everything a lot easier for him.” Niall walks over into the kitchen and grabs a water for himself as he leans against the counter. “I can see that he is a lot more relaxed now already.”

“Really?” you ask, surprised.

“Yeah. I know he always used to stress about picking Izzy up, or forgetting something the daycare asked for. Now he can make it all work just how he wants to, that fits him a lot more. It hasn’t been easy on him since Maggie’s death.”

This is the first time you hear anyone talk about Harry’s wife and now you just learned her name. Maggie.

“Being a single parents is never easy,” you add with a soft smile, not wanting to interrogate Niall about Maggie. It’s Harry’s place to tell you about her, if he wants to, of course.

Soon enough Izzy and Harry take over the kitchen, Niall helping them this time and you leave them alone, taking some time for yourself in your room. Later you go out to check if there’s anything you could help with, Harry asks you to set the table as he finishes up the cooking.

“So, Y/N. Tell me a little bit about yourself!” Niall asks you over dinner.

“Um, what do you want to know?” you ask, feeling a little flustered to be in the spotlight.

“I don’t know, family, friends, hobbies?”

“Well, I have a younger brother, Trevor. He is seventeen and already taller than me.”

“Oh, that seems like a big age gap.”

“Ten years, to be exact,” you nod. “He was planned, I wasn’t,” you add with a soft chuckle. “But we have a great relationship, so it’s all good. We talk almost every day.”

“I’m sure you’ll get well along with Gemma then!” Niall beams, glancing at Harry.

“Gemma is my sister,” Harry explains. “Though she is not that much older than me.”

“But you can bond over being stuck with a younger brother who outgrew you,” Niall jokes making all three of you laugh.

All through dinner you realize how different Niall is from Harry, but in a good way. While Harry is more quiet and calm, Niall is kind of all over the place, buzzing and chatting every chance he got, but the two of them make a great pair, bringing what the other doesn’t have to the table.

After dinner you attempt to leave them again, but Niall makes you stay as they open a glass of wine. Harry puts on a movie for Izzy to keep her busy, giving the three of you a chance to sit out at the terrace from where you still can keep an eye on the little girl inside.

“Alright, Y/N. When are we going on our first date then?” Niall asks out of the blue, a cocky smile tugging on his lips.

“Niall, for fuck’s sake,” Harry breathes out as you let out an awkward chuckle.

“What? I think there’s some electricity going on between us.”

“I, uhh—I don’t…”

“Please don’t turn me down!” he sighs dramatically, making you smile.

“You’ve been great company, but I’m not sure we should go out,” you tell him. He huffs in disappointment, but it’s clear he didn’t take it to his heart.

“Is it because you’re taken? I didn’t even ask, are you dating anyone? You can’t be engaged, because I don’t see any rings,” he points out, nodding towards your naked fingers, however his words make you suck on your breath.

“I’m not engaged. Not anymore,” you admit and you watch their eyes go wide at the information.

“Wait, you’ve been engaged before?” Harry asks, clearly surprised, if not shocked.

“Yeah. For about four months,” you nod, running your tongue over your lips as you reach for your wine, taking a few large gulps.

“And what did the fucker do?” Niall bluntly questions, earning a look from Harry. “What? I’m just curious what twat it takes to lose a woman like her!”

“Maybe she doesn’t want to talk about that,” Harry presses, but you shrug.

“It’s not a secret. We dated for about two years before he proposed. I said yes, started planning the wedding and everything, then found out that he had been cheating on me with his assistant for about a year. We broke up, simple as that. It’s in the past, happened a year ago.”

“That’s some next level asshole bullshit,” Niall shakes his head while Harry is just staring at you with an unreadable look before he turns his attention at his glass, still clearly deep in his thoughts and you wonder what he thinks of you now. Here is the loser who not only got cheated on, but lost her job, all of that just in one year.

Harry doesn’t react, and a moment later Izzy comes out because she is thirsty, so daddy duties call him away. Niall stays a little, but heads home soon as well.

“It was nice meeting you, Y/N. The date still stands though,” he smirks when he pulls back from the short hug he enveloped you in.

“Alright,” you chuckle, slowly getting used to his flirty act.

You was the wine glasses and head back to your room while Harry walks Niall out and then takes Izzy upstairs to give her a bath. You don’t cross paths until later when you leave your room, already in your pajama pants and an oversized t-shirt to grab some water for yourself and he walks out of Izzy’s room just then, probably done with putting her to sleep.

“I’m sorry if Niall made you uncomfortable, he didn’t mean to be rude or anything,” he apologizes as the two of you walk together.

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” you chuckle softly. “It was kind of a boost to my ego, if I’m being honest.”

Harry huffs with a smile and stops at the kitchen island, his fingers tapping on his lips as you grab yourself a bottled water.

“I’m… I’m sorry about… about what you told us earlier.”

Closing the fridge you look at him, seeing that he is kind of hesitant, like he is not sure he should have spoken up, but you appreciate the thought.

“It’s alright. Just water under the bridge,” you shrug.

“I just feel bad you had to go through that.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” you chuckle softly. “It sucked, yeah. I really thought I would live happily ever after with Keith, but instead I got a lesson.”

“A lesson?”

“When we broke up I was obviously on the floor, both literal and theoretical way. I thought it was my fault, that I did something wrong and that’s why he did what he did. I even thought that I’m not worthy of being loved and being in love again. Took me time to realize that no matter what happened, I still deserve to be happy and to find someone to love and who can love me back.”

It appears that your words touch him deep, staring back at you, he just nods shortly, not replying to anything you just said. You’re not sure he is so silent because he doesn’t really understand what you just talked about or if it hit too close to home. Whatever it is, he keeps it to himself.

“Good night, Harry,” you smile at him before walking out of the kitchen and up into your room.

You’re lying in bed already when you hear him open his room’s door and then close it and suddenly he is all you can think about. The way his eyes sometimes pierce down on you, the way he taps his fingers against his lips when he is thinking hard or the proud smile that always plasters across his face whenever he is watching Izzy do basically anything. But you do see some pain in those beautiful green eyes of his and your desire to take just the smallest fracture of it away grows, even though he is not showing any sign that he is willing to share it with you.

The next morning, despite having the day off, you wake up quite early. You toss and turn, try to fall back asleep a little longer, but you just can’t. It’s a nice, warm morning and you decide to take advantage of the little balcony attached to your room. Wrapping yourself in your fluffy robe you grab the book you started reading a few days ago and sit out, enjoying the morning Sun that’s shining right at you on the balcony.

You don’t even realize for a while that you’re not the only early riser. When your eyes wander down to the big oak tree that’s near Izzy’s playground, you spot Harry doing what appears to be yoga on a green mattress, wearing nothing else, just a pair of black shorts. No shirt.

For a moment you think about going inside, feeling like you’re invading his privacy in a way, but you have the right to enjoy the morning Sun on your balcony, it’s not your fault he decided to have yoga at the exact same time. And it’s just hard not to look at his shirtless body stretching in all directions, twisting and turning as he goes through the motions, his tattooed body on full display.

It’s been clear since the moment you laid eyes on him for the first time that Harry is probably the most beautiful man you’ve ever met and that includes all your exes. Paired with his kind of mysterious charisma and the way he takes care of his daughter, he is the whole package, but you have been busy with Izzy to dwell too long on how attractive he really is. But right now, you are not working and he is very much shirtless in the backyard, teasing you with thoughts you definitely shouldn’t be thinking about when it comes to your boss.

A shaky breath leaves your mouth as you let yourself watch him just for a few more minutes before heading back inside, not wanting to get busted for being a stalker and also not wanting to see him in more positions and have even more unholy thoughts about him.

But what you don’t know is that just as you step inside, Harry catches your figure disappearing in your room, knowing well you saw him too.

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One Day At The Amusement Park

Everything is decorated with bright colorful ornament which illuminating the dark hall to be alive once more. Día de los muertos, a traditional holiday celebrated on November 1st which is the date of today. Addison Montgomery is loitering in a waiting line for the Gran Fiesta ride in the Carnahan amusement park. It is her first time visiting this place of Carnahan. Therefore, everything and anything fascinate her; from the majestic la ciudad de los muertos to a mexican-traditional ofrenda.

“it's your turn, amiga. Viva Mexico.” The staff greeted the redhead customer using her  feigned mexican accent which was thick and pretentious but Addison did not make any remark about that matter. Instead she nodded politely in acknowledgment.

“single ride, sí?”

 “yes.” Addison answered curtly and the lady staff led her towards a little wooden boat which is undoubtedly electrically control by a system. But in that boat there is already someone else in it. So, Addison walked to the next one.

“Where are you going? This is your seat. Errr....you do not mind right? It was known to Addison since she has been hanging out with psychologist friend Amelia frequently enough that the function of this question was not intended to be an inquiry but a statement more or less. The fancy word “right” was added so that it would feel as if one’s have the ability to choose.

Despite of the inconvenience, Addison truly did not mind. Hence, she shook her head.  Besides, It's not even his first time to take a ride with complete stranger. She understood the doctrine: nothing comes for free. It is remains accurate that people with single ride wait shorter time than those couple and family people but sometimes you do experience a long silence of awkwardness throughout the ride that you wish you had taken the acceptable opportunity of waiting in family line to enjoy the moment alone carefree.

“It’s alright.” The tall lady waved her hand in dismissal and sit down next to the stranger.

Orchestral mariachi started to play in the background accentuate Addison’s excited feeling up to the rate of number seven! She looked around the place with a sparkle glimpse in her eye like the very ones you can see of a 10 year old boy who has taste a delicious wine for the first time. Then, her emerald eyes shifted and fell upon the next person situated right next to her now. 

Certainly, she had seen the stranger’s face since the moment she sat but only partially because a quarter of it was covered by those curly blonde hair. The woman is now writing or perhaps drawing and constantly gazing up to the scenery before her with a pair of eyes as blue as the cloudless sky of May. 

 Addison pulled out her phone out of habit to check the calls, although there were none. Richard knew that she was on vacation which is something she rarely took but after what Addison has been through, she considered that perhaps getting away from the familiar environment, exploring new places or do something she hardly ever does like visit the theme park along without any children like a loser will bring peace to her mind even for a brief moment of time but she needed this escape.

After a few clicks, she recognized from the corner of her eyes that she has been observed distantly but surely enough. Therefore, Addison pointed out to the stranger coolly without looking up from the phone.

"You are watching."

“Oh, Sorry, I was just…” The redhead slipped her phone to her purse and started directly to the younger woman’s eye which is full of guilt while her brain was running 140 km per hour to find any plausible excuse for such an privacy-intruding action.

“Just?” It happened often even during high school that it became Addison’s temperament to tease people who shows a tendency of interest in her. Therefore, the wicked lady tried to push the other passenger within the same boat to the edge of her emotion so that she could enjoy the adorable face that remains speechless and starstruck.

Biting her lipstick-free lip, the blonde woman avoided Addison’s eyes and tried to fix it anywhere to distract her misty mind until she settled down at the right spot at her black-covered sketchbook on her lap. Then spoke with the sincere truth, she replied shyly—“You inspired me that’s all.” 

An artist

Though, Addison could never guess it otherwise: messy hair, grey tank top and an oversized deep purple cardigan that no longer in style after the 90’s era. She has never dated an artist before because the opportunity for Science to meet Arts was rare. They’ll be in the studio, painting some masterpieces all day and only left for three meals which none of them barely complete the standard. On the other hand, as a devoted doctor, she’ll hanging around the hospital—-checking people’s pulse, conducting the ultrasound and inform people their baby’s evolution. Answering in experience, it was once in the blue moon that she complete the three meal nutrition standard either.

“Can I see it?” Addison initiated the conversation further only to assure the younger woman whom, judging on her face solely, might be at least 4 years younger than herself.

“No.” She answered abruptly without giving much thought to the request and it triggered Addison’s competitiveness in consequence. She was known to the medical stuffs and interns that she’s a kind of woman who gets what she wants. if I want it, I get it.

“But it’s my picture, I’m certain. Besides, I did not give you my consent yet.”

Hearing that guilt began to establish themselves into a big sand castle , only visible through the eyes of Margot Fairmont, the one whose intention was to sketch the scenery in silence for the rest of the ride but when her eyes landed upon this elegant lady, she couldn’t resist the temptation to set her pencil and commenced her work. Not that she noticed that she has been staring for too long, longer for a person to look at the complete stranger as if trying to evaluate the whole facial structure of the other’s.

“Sorry, I’ll get rid of the drawing, I promise. In fact , let’s rip it now.

The movement was swift but as the automatic boat was entering the tunnel, Addison grabbed the other’s hand which is about to snatch a page in her sketchbook away. 

“It’s not like I will reprimand you anyway. Finish what you started and in the meantime entertain me with a conversation. That’s the price for this model.”

Margot swallowed her saliva down her throat, embarrassed and excited all at once. Her parents were Catholic so she was raised in a very strict upbringing. Never has she ever experienced this kind of thing with women before, let alone men. The ticklish sensation coiled in her pancreas and she wasn’t certain whether it was due to the fact that she hasn’t been eating anything all day long or was it because of the woman whose face was inappropriately close to her. Just a brief moment that it registered her dirty mind “she made me want to sin.” But then the train of thoughts terminated quickly by her consciousness.

“Well, okay.” Margot agreed, observing Addison’s smile transformed to a grin similarly to Cheshire Cat in Alice In Wonderland. However, to her surprise, the stranger still display no intention to move away back to her seat. She just stared at Margot’s face, contemplating and meditating simultaneously. The other woman’s hands, warm and soft like a cushion she wanted to let her face buried in, intertwined with her own, it was situated neatly on Margot’s lap and she eyed the sight of their hands tangling like tree branches that refuse to left each other for a moment, enjoying the warmth one last time before saying: “You know, if you don’t mind, I’ll need both my hands to draw properly.”

and that was when Addison let go of her hand

“I'm Margot Fairmont, call me Margot, if you want. You are?”

“Addison Montgomery.“

“ Irish?”

“My ancestors are but I’m American.” 

“I think I need to fix something. Do I have a permission to touch you?”This made Addison smirked flirtatiously. Then, she tilted her head and rested it on her left palm so that she can be at the closer proximity to Margot who currently widened her eyes in nervousness.

“Yes, anywhere you like.” The voice Addison used was breathy barely like a whisper and it was mumbled made only few centimeters apart from the listener’s delicate face. Margot, who was of a insecure and shy personality, found herself in a rather peculiar position—leaning back that she almost fell off the boat itself. 

So, after she gained her ability to function again, the blondie pushed Addison towards the seat the redhead was assigned to sit so that she would have some spaces to calm her nerves and shove these dancing butterflies out of her growling stomach.

After that, Margot ran her soft hand into Addison’s auburn hair to smoothen some parts and then she took a some time to observe Addison’s entire face in order to memorize the minute of detail so that the picture would come out impeccable. 

The artist smiled at her model before offering a compliment—“Adorable.” 

The instant model who never modeling before in her life since her true career is cutting woman’s vagina open and carrying some baby which look nothing like a creature out, she felt the heat running up to her cheeks because she rarely was praised for baking cute before. Mostly medical colleagues would address her as “Satan” or “Meryl Streep of the OR” to which were acceptable but indeed it really made her feel nice to have someone who sincerely thinks she is pretty without wanting to have sex with her. 

There was something special about this woman, a sense of mystery and enigmatic aura that surrounded her slender body. She was out of Addison’s league and not even close to the standard to be honest. With that golden messy hair, plain blue eyes, sweet personality and that smile, the doctor spent too much time thinking about the stranger’s facial structure that reminded her of a Botticelli angel until she was snapped out of her reverie by Margot’s speech.

“You know, this ride was inspired by the temple of Kukulcán, it's an chichen itza archeological site. Thousands of years ago, the Mayan people, they are like us in the way of faith, they believed in several gods. They prayed for them in return of abundance and one of the gods was named: KuKulkan. On the day of Equinox, KuKulkan will make his presence on earth by descending from the sky in the skin of a giant snake to take tributes from his believers and he will grant harvesting and ample agriculture in return” Margot narrated as she started to draw the eye part so that it would make her model look at her in concentration while she’s giving a brief lecture. As a manner of speaking, during her year at the university, Margot has attended a class called ‘The ancient architecture of Latin-American tribes”. At last, it proved to be of some use even though the use was to keep a woman lock eyes with hers for a sketching work.  

“So, you are an archeologist?” Amazed by the harangued historical lesson that was not paid to be lectured, Addison asked, a glint of interest started to form in her green orbs. Because truth be told, she was a sapiosexual or else she wouldn’t be attracted to her former husband and for the record, most of the people she dated are either performed incredibly well at academic field or showed a profound understanding of knowledge in their specialized department.

“No, I’m not qualified with the sense of adventure and besides, I prefer to stay at home and read some books, doing my architect works. Pay my bills and maybe just take a long nap.” The girl dreamily talked about her daily routine to Addison, shifting from talking and drawing back and forth but never did those at the same time. 

At one point, she calmly tugged the pencil behind her ear and retrieved a rubber band from her pocket before use it tie up her long cascading blonde hair in a neat pony tail, two stands dangling down like a tendril from both sides of her face.

“What about you?” Margot inquired further as she resumed to her drawing again and it appeared that the both of them have begun to feel comfortable with one another’s company. Even though, the ride is about to finish in few minutes ahead but it was unbeknownst to the two. Time flies when you are at your most happiest self, it was believed. 

“I’m a neonatal surgeon and don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“With that Oh-You-Have-The-most-boring-job-but-with-good-money look.”

“Isn’t it though?” They both laughed heartily in unison before silence crept because they have finally arrived at the center of the temple, both of them astonished at the sight, the architect put aside her ongoing work to enjoy the scenery for a moment. There were ancient words crafted on the ceiling and the sculpture of divine gods were meandering their ways located in a chosen order, looking very majestic and grand. Displaying at the bottom were dozen of indigenous people figures painted to look resemble as the actual ones as most as possible. Skeleton puppets fell from the rooftop and dancing in syncing rhythms to the song of mariachi in the background.

Addison just smiled at the distance of a lined-up lit candles that producing heat to fill the breezy wind from air conditioner while Margot giggled at the funny choreography of those skeletons. 

The moment has passed and the boat was back again on track and the shore is present at the end of the tunnel, it was not far out of sight. After the flirty doctor and the shy architect shared a memorable time at the center of the kukulkan temple, they stopped talking and immersed in the peaceful accompaniment of the other. It was soulful and warm yet no words were uttered, just the two of them sitting. Out of nowhere, the female recorded intercom voice started to bid the customers farewell and wish for them to come back again next time, first in English and then followed by Spanish version. 

At shore, Addison stepped out first, her long leg stood firmly on the ground with those 2 inches Louboutin heels. Without wanting to be sentimental to a perfect stranger she just fraternized with, she thought about saying goodbye and leave so that she didn’t have to look at the picture the girl has drawn and feel immensely utterly completely smitten by it. Because in every girl heart there is a tiny part that love those romantic gestures—flower giving, ice cream sharing, surprised gifts insofar as being presented with a portrait of herself. She knew this is a perfect trap but she could not debate anything since she was the one requesting the girl to draw her initially. 

Therefore, Addison decided to worsen the situation by no longer listening to her logical brain and offering her hand for Margot to take as she tried to step out of the boat with her sketchbook and her yellow backpack.

Margot accepted the kind offering and their hands touched. Although, this time it was different than other times they touched one another. 

To Margot Fairmont, the touch felt like a perpetual summer in July and the toy that she once adore. Like the lost jigsaw that she missed but never knew it was lost in the first place. Certainly, she will survive being deprive of this piece. However, when it come to the picture, everything comes to senses.

On the other hand, to Addison Montgomery, it was like a night of Christmas when she was in her youthful year and still believe in magic. Everything was mysterious and exciting to be discovered like opening up the layers of a present.

“Thank you.” Margot said, tugging a strand of hair behind her ears as she made it to the firm ground. She saw that Addison’s eyes were lingered at her sketchbook so the shorter lady opened the page up before writing some notes at the side of the paper and neatly tearing it out slowly so that it would not damage the picture. The act warmed Addison’s heart because of such careful considerate manner.

“Okay, as much as I want to keep this. It’s yours, as promised. Actually, I’m not done yet but you know with the time limit so…”

The redhead obtained the white sheet from the artistic stranger she grew to plant a seed of fondness towards. With the first glance to the portrait, she could tell instantly that the woman she just recently met possessed of a great talent at her hand. The meticulousness was expressed with lines and curves that were drawn, it looked realistic in black and white colors. It was answered now that Margot fell completely silent after the skeleton dancing because she was so devoted and focused in drawing  the smile Addison shown during that time insofar as captured the glint of the doctor’s eyes to be radiant through the paper-based picture. 

At the bottom of the picture was a signature that must be Margot’s. It was stylish with big M and the alphabet F that has a tiny poppy flower added at the end. Then, she noticed that Margot did write something else also but as she was about to read it, Addison looked up to see that her favorite stranger has now disappeared.

“To the doctor whose life was worthwhile because they live to heal others.” It read, beautifully written in Margot’s handwriting. The gone architect has charmed our great doctor, she knew that they might never meet again but at least, there was someone who appreciates her and her career and that was more amount happiness for her like a water to a withering plant.

“What a mysterious woman you are, Margot Fairmont.” Standing in the middle of the exit, Addison thought to herself.