#ugh im not queing this you all can have it now

[kurikorso]

he’s worth 60,000,000,000$$ and has every mental illness known to man but he WILL be your friend

[hwasoup]

Tale As Old As Time

Playlist !!

songs to listen along with: the beast, etc..

art credit goes to Marbipa

OMG guys, I literally hat to let this one sit and marinate for a while even though I typed it out like so long ago. AND I JUST REALIZED I FORGOT TO ADD THE SONGS FOR LAST CHAPTER, DW I DID THOUGH. Ugh and I literally also just found out that i had a textbook for a class, i didn't deep dive into the syllabus. AHHHHH regardless I hope you guys enjoyyy !! our favorite characters have finally met!!

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warnings: wrongful incarceration, bargaining, yelling, really bad british slang, mexican spanish (im sorry y’all im venezuelan ☠️)

word count: 3.3k

Chapter 3: The Beast

After going through the thick woods, trusting Felipe to take her to where she needs to go…

Y/N makes it deep and far in the woods and stops Felipe from galloping when she spots her father’s wagon. She looks at all of the scattered food, items, and even his invention. In worry, she clutches on Felipe’s reins tightly and directs him to keep on going. After riding Felipe some time, the air gets thicker and fog covers the entirety of the forest. She then notices Felipe starting to trot and make his way down a gravel path. She looks around the dead trees and notices the large gates and the grand castle in front of her. “What is this place…” she says nervously. Felipe then starts nickering and anxiously moving as he didn’t want to go inside the gates. Y/N had to get off to comfort the horse and calm him down. After a few moments, she turns around and peeks inside the gate to see her father’s hat. She opens them and she reaches for the hat and holds it tightly in her hands, her worry now increasing for him. “Come on Felipe, we have to go inside” 

She mounts the horse once more and goes inside the gate, going through the garden until she makes it to the steps of the castle. Y/N then gets off Felipe and carefully goes up the stairs, grabbing a large stick from the stairs as a weapon incase if she needs to defend herself. She then makes it to the top and carefully opens the door. Peering inside she walks in hesitantly, as she looks around. 

“Look Jess…it's a pretty girl” 

“I can see that Miles, I lost my hands.. Not my eyes” 

 Miles then peeks at Jess and whispers “but what if she’s the one who’ll break the spell ?” Y/N turns around confused at the sound of whispering “Who said that ?” She looks around to see nobody except for a candelabra and a clock. She quietly approaches the two of them looking at the inanimate figures confused at what she heard. Her thoughts however were shunned as she could hear her father’s cough from a distance. In her desperateness to find him, she takes the candelabra and goes to look for him. Jess looks at Miles being taken and she simply sighs. 

Y/N follows the sound of coughing to a set of stairs, as she gets closer she then peers into a hall that goes up a tower. She anxiously walks up the stairs as she yells out “PAPA ??” She walks up the stairs faster as the coughing gets louder “ERES TU PAPA ??”  Y/N then gets to the top of the tower and gasps seeing her beloved father inside a dungeon. She throws the stick to one side and places the candelabra on a nearby shelf and places it there. Y/N then gets on her knees as she looks at her father in relief after searching for him “Oh papa, que paso?? what happened to you, your hands are ice cold..” she says holding him tightly through the metal bars. Mauricio looks at her in awe and simply says “how did you even find me ?” 

“That doesn’t matter, we need to get you home !” 

“Y/N please…listen to me it’s not safe here, you must leave at once! This castle is alive !” he says in a whisper, tightly holding onto Y/N’s hands. Y/N looked at him confused until she heard a deep growl echoing in the distance. She grabs her stick once more from the floor and looks around the dungeon. She firmly grips onto the piece of thick wood, as she gains the courage to look around and protect herself and her father. “Who’s there, WHO ARE YOU ?”

“Who Are YOU?” 

The voice of a man echoes throughout the dungeon, his silhouette appearing in the distance. “I’ve come for my father..” Y/N says with determination in her voice. The sound of someone coming down the stairs is heard in the dark dungeon. “Your Father….is a thief”. Enraged, Y/N yelled out “LIAR!” The silhouette has now fully come down the stairs and standing before her, his silhouette still only seen “He stole a rose..” Y/N raises an eyebrow appalled at his words “I asked for the rose, punish me not him !” Mauricio looks at his daughter and shakes his head “No, Y/N don’t… he means forever, apparently that’s what happens around here cuando uno elige una bendita rosa” 

Y/N even more appalled turned to her father and back to the silhouette “A life sentence for a flower ?” A loud roar is heard as it approaches her even more, she steps back a little but not entirely to stand her ground despite the small shivers down her leg. “I received eternal damnation for one” the figure said, the growl in his voice becoming deeper. “Then take me instead” The figure growls and looks away and angrily says “YOU-” his expression then softly changes as he was shocked at how willing she was. “Tú....Tú tomarías su lugar?”

Y/N bites her lip and nods a whimper coming from her lips releases in her voice “If I did…would you let him go ?” The silhouette’s voice became a bit softer but still gruff in its dominant position “Yes, but you must promise to stay here forever” he says. Y/N looks down and blinks thinking of what to do next, she notices there’s a light right between them, separating the two from fully seeing each other. “Come into the light” she demands. The silhouette becomes smaller as she starts to see two large paws, she then looks up to see not a man but a beast with the horns of a goat, a thick mane that covered his entire body and crimson red eyes that peered into hers.  Y/N covers her mouth in shock and turns to her father dropping the stick yet again to hold his hands. “No, Y/N to te puedo permitir que hagas esto” 

Y/N kisses her father’s hands and approaches the Beast, her voice faltering to a whisper “you have my word..” The Beast then growls and opens the door dragging Mauricio out and pushing Y/N in, not even letting the two share a proper departure. He then drags Mauricio all the way out of the castle and throws him inside a carriage “Take him to the village” Mauricio cries out to him “SPARE MY DAUGHTER PLEASE!” The Beast ignores him and growls as he closes the carriage door “She’s no longer your concern…” Mauricio cries out to him to let him out, but The Beast was already walking back inside his castle. 

After a moment, The Beast is seen walking back inside the castle on all fours with an annoyed expression on his face. Miles had already hopped down halfway to meet him. “So, Uh Sir ?” 

“WHAT” the Beast growled out. Miles cowered a bit but then adjusted himself “soo uh since the girl is going to stay with us for quite some time, erm umm” he rubs his other two candles together “I was thinking that y’know you wanted too uhh, bring her to a more comfortable room” he says with a sheepish smile. The Beast growls at him and keeps walking up the stairs ignoring what he said. “Or not” Miles says. 

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Up in the tower after a week ….

Y/N wept as she whispered comforting words to herself. She thought about all of those times with her father, how he told her that home is where the heart is. But she wasn’t home, she was lonely and locked away. Her face drained as she thought of making the tiny dungeon her home, tears kept on spilling out as she thought about her poor father, all alone with nobody to lean onto in her terrible village.

She then sees a shadow loom over her and notices its The Beast. “You didn’t even let me say goodbye..I’ll never see him again..” her tears taint her cheeks that have been stained from the grime of the dungeon. “I-I’l never..see h-him again..” she says in between sobs. The Beast then looks at Y/N and a bit of guilt plagues his mind. He scratches his head and then considers what Miles told him earlier.. “I’ll show you to your room..” he says softly as he walks out the dungeon. 

“My room? But I thought -” 

“You, YOU wanna stay in the tower ?” 

“No..” she says softly.

 “Then follow me..” The Beast says.

The Beast then guides her out of the tower and back into the castle, taking Miles with him along the way so that he could light up the hallways. As Y/N is escorted, she looks around the castle and its statues and notices how dark and lonely the place seemed to be. Her eyes stare fearfully at a statue of a hideous gargoyle and speeds up to catch up with The Beast. 

The Beast heard her gasp and looked behind to see a single tear falling down her cheek, he looked back in his direction as he felt a bit more guiltier. “You should say something to her y’know” Miles says softly. The Beast nodded and turned to her “I..uhh…I hope you like it here” he looked back at Miles to see if it was ok. Miles then looks at him encouraging him to say a bit more. “The castle is your home now, so you can go anywhere you would like…except the west wing.” Y/N’s curiosity perks up and she asks “what’s in the west wing ?” He growled out “IT'S FORBIDDEN”. His voice echoed out into the empty halls of the castle. He then takes her to a suite and opens the door for her. “If you need anything…my servants will attend you.” Y/N walks in and looks around the room. She then turns back to him and softly asks “but what’s your name ?” The Beast looks down as he didn’t want to remember his name, as he isn’t human or anything similar to his name. “It’s Miguel..”

Y/N nods as she looks back to the room and looks around. Miles then in a corner of Miguel’s viewpoint whispers “dinner, go invite her to dinner” Miguel nods and he tries to find the best way to speak to her “YOU WILL JOIN ME FOR DINNER…Th-THAT”S NOT A REQUEST” he says gruffly as he slammed the door. Y/N in shock of his words looked back at the closed door and back to the room. Spotting the bed she runs towards it and throws herself onto the pillows and cries her heart out. She hasn’t even realized that it has already started snowing outside signifying the start of winter.

About a couple of hours later, There was a soft knocking on the door. Y/N who was too busy crying hears it and softly says “who is it ?” She then hears a man’s voice “Its, Peter” Y/N approaches the door and quietly opens it and peers outside. She didn’t see anyone until she saw a serving cart with a tea pot and a small cup. “Oh wow you’re very pretty ma’am” he says politely with a smile. “I thought you would like a small cup of tea” Y/N backs up surprised at the sight and bumps into the wardrobe. Hearing a voice from the wardrobe she looks at it in shock “ooh, watch it ‘ere mate” Y/N backs up to her bed and sits down surprised. “B-but, this is impossible!” 

“I know mate, but ‘ere we are. Oh and the name’s Hobie” Y/N looks around in awe and surprise and just sits, processing the whole situation. The little teacup then spoke, “I told you she was pretty daddy!” Peter chuckles and pours some tea into his daughter “alrighty May, go and hand it to her, gently without spilling” Mayday happily hops to Y/N and waits for her to pick her up. “Why… Thank You” Y/N takes it softly. She then takes a sip of the tea and hums softly, enjoying the taste. “Wanna see me do a trick ??” Mayday then giggles as she breathes in and blows bubbles into the tea. She gets scolded quickly by her father though.

Peter chuckles and looks at Y/N. “Y’know, that took guts kid,” Hobie nods and agrees with him “the whole castle’s buzzin ‘bout it.” Y/N sighs in disappointment “but, I’ve lost my father, my dreams, I’ve lost almost everything..” Peter smiles and gives her a warm smile “aww, don’t worry kid, things always turn out better in the end.” Peter then realizes that he’s still supposed to be in the kitchen “oh crap, i forgot i’m supposed to be helping in the kitchen.. Anyways it was lovely meeting you” he says as the serving table wheels away from her room and leaves.

“Well now, let's get somefink good for youse to get dressed for the old geezer ‘ere.” Hobie then opens his drawers and sees some moths fly out “m’bad dovey” He then pulls out a nice dress for her and says “ ‘ere ya go, somefink pretty for you dovey” Y/N looks at the dress and smiles softly “oh, that’s very kind of you Hobie, but i’m not going to dinner” Hobie then shrugs and puts the dress back inside his drawers “aight then, youse definitely gonna make that geezer more laughable” he says. A small pattern is heard walking inside the room, Jess walked in and took a breath. “Come on honey, dinner’s waiting” she says trying to lighten up the mood. 

Down at the dining table however, Miguel is pacing back and forth anxiously waiting for Y/N’s arrival. He then growls annoyed “What’s taking her so long ....I told her to come down…” He then looks at Miles and a smaller candle who’s named Lyla. “aww come on Miguel, you do realize that she’s literally lost her freedom and her dad like last week” Lyla says, stating the obvious. Miles then nods and says “soo uhh, Sir, Haven’t you thought that this girl.. Might be the one who could break the spell ?” MIguel looks up to the two candles “OF COURSE I HAVE..I’M NOT STUPID” Miles then smiles and says “Then you fall in love with her, sheee falls in love with you, and POOF! We’re human! We should be back to normal by midnight !” he says with a confident smile. Peter on the table however, digresses on the situation. “Miles buddy, it's not that easy y’know… these things take time” Miles then frowns and softly says “but, Peter ...the rose is already starting to wilt..” 

Miguel then looks down and sits on all fours and grumbles “Oh, it’s no use..” he runs a paw through his large mane “it's just that she’s just so beautiful, and i’m well.. WELL LOOK AT ME” he says with a snarl. Peter then sighs and looks at Miguel “aww come on Miguel, you have to help her see through all of that” Miguel then growls lowly “I don’t know how” he says as his ears flatten to the sides. Lyla then grins and pitches in “then how about a quick lesson on how to be a gentleman 101: Sit up and try to be kind.” Peter smiles and also shares a few thoughts “oh then don’t forget to give her a sweet smile, come one show me one Migs” Miguel then proceeds to give the most toothiest and quite horrible smile, even Lyla had to step back a little out of surprise. “Now don’t scare her, charm her” Peter says. Miles then blurted out “Oh, OH and impress her with your intelligence!” Miguel looks at all four of them trying to absorb the information, his mind whirling at almost everything that he has to do, that just seemed utterly impossible. The quartet continued to bombard him with a whole bunch of manners until they all said at the same time “and the most important of all, CONTROL YOUR TEMPER!!!” Miguel wipes his face from the small bead of sweat that was forming. 

Then, the sound of a door is heard opening, Miguel looks up in anticipation but is met with only Jess coming inside. “SO, evening everyone..” she says nervously. Miguel then raises an eyebrow “Well ? where is she ?” Jess takes a deep breath in, just knowing how Miguel is definitely going to react “soo, she’s…yea she’s not coming”

“WHAAAAAAAAAAT ??!!!!”

Outraged, Miguel leaves the dining room and runs as quickly as his legs and hind legs could take him, all the way upstairs and into the east wing. Peter yells out “Nononono, WAIT MIGUEL !” 

Miguel manages to outrun them and make it to Y/N’S door and basically smacks it as hard as he could “ I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO COME DOWN FOR DINNER” y/n behind the door responds to him “I’m not coming” she says with a little huff in her voice. Miles, Lyla, Peter, and Jess just facepalm and shake their heads in disappointment. A sigh was even heard from behind Miguel from the huge letdown. “YOU BETTER COME OUT, OR I’M- YO VOY…VOY A ROMPER LA BENDITA PUERTA !”

Miles whistled and just said “so, just a quick suggestion , but uh….that really isn’t the best way to impress a girl..” Jess nods and sighs “Miguel just for once, can you actually just be polite to her?” Miguel gestured to the door “But, she is being so DIFFICULT”  Peter then comes beside him and softly says “gently Miguel, you’re spooking her..” Miguel groans and lowers his tone at the door “Will you come down for dinner ?” he closes his eyes hoping that she would say yes to this tone in his voice. “No!” Y/N says. 

Miguel’s eyes widened and his ears shot up in surprise and he gave a look pointing to the door as he tried to prove his point to the servants. Miles then says “suavemente y gentilmente…” 

Miguel then takes a deep breath and tries again, “It would give me a great pleasure, if you would come out and join me for dinner.” He looks up to the door slightly hoping that she would come out this time…although his temper is starting to boil. 

Jess coughs “COUGH- we say please- COUGH” 

Miguel rolls his eyes and softly says please

Y/N simply says “NO, THANK YOU !” Everyone watching the interaction watches in shock as they know he’s going to blow. 

Miguel then belts out “YOU CAN’T STAY IN THERE FOREVER”. 

Y/N on the other side of the door yells out “QUE SI!”

Miguel snarls and roars out “FINE THEN GO STARVE FOR ALL I CARE PINCHE DESGRACIADA”

He looks down to his servants “IF she doesn’t eat with me, then she doesn’t eat at all” Miguel then growls out and runs off away to his room into the west wing. He opens the door annoyed and just grumbles to himself “I ask nicely but she refuses, like que quiere?? que yo hago? BEG ??” In a flurry of rage, he goes to a table where the enchanted rose is encased in a glass dome. Beside it is his magic mirror that was gifted by the enchantress. Miguel then grabs his magic mirror and looks into it “ensename la niña” 

The mirror then glows a greenish blue color and shows him y/n sitting in bed being comforted by Hobie. “Aww come on Dovie, the old bloke ain't so bad..” Y/N however was sitting in bed dejected and not too convinced. “I don’t want to though...I don’t even want to do anything with him!”  Miguel, shocked, puts down the mirror as he feels that same familiar feeling of hopelessness takes over his mind “who am I fooling…she’ll never see me as anything other than .... than a monster” he says as his voice shakes. He looks at the rose and sees a petal that slowly fell down and wither making the castle shake and crumble a bit.

“It’s hopeless…”

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[muav99]

Drunk Confessions with Hyunjin pt.2 final 💋

Drunk sex but consenting, hyunjin x reader, best friends to lovers, F receiving, no protection (plz use it🩷), swearing, praise kink

So thats why he wanted to know. That bastard. But what he’s doing is working too well.

You moan on his lips as he pulls you in again. He grabs your ass and pulls you on to his lap never breaking the kiss.

God you should have done this earlier

You both start grinding into each other becoming a sloppy moaning mess. Trying to create any friction possible through Hyunjin’s jeans. He rocks your hips back and forth as his tongue swipes your bottom lip

It might just be how drunk you are, but this feels so good

“Hyunjin I want more” you say in between kisses

“Say no more” he says ripping off his shirt, and sliding down his jeans

You quickly rid of your sweats and tank

He lifts you up and your legs wrap around his waist as he walks you to the bed. His lips now creating harsh hickeys on your neck.

Too late now, you’re all in.

“How do you want me?” Hyunjin asks smirking

You both crack up laughing in each others arms

“You’re so beautiful” he kisses you all over

He starts kissing on your thighs moving up further

Your breath hitches

He slips your panties to the side, and practically dives in

He gives you the best head of your life. What can this man not do??

He has 2 fingers inside you and his tongue is circling and flicking your clit

At this point you can’t help but scream out from pleasure

“Hyunjinnnnn….immm” you yell out so close

“I know, you’re doing so well you’re such a good girl” he groans into you

You whimper overwhelmed by everything

He sucks on you and you finally release

He lifts himself up from in between your legs and its a sight.

His face glistening with juices, he looks like a dream

He wipes his face off with his hand and climbs over you

He gives you a little peck on the lips

“Are you still okay with this?” He asks sweetly looking in your eyes

“Hyunjin im very sure” you peck his lips back

You’re absolutely ready but you will not remember this tomorrow

He strokes your cheek with his fingers, moving some hair out of your face

“Then i’ll love you right” he says softly

He sits up pulling his boxers off and throws them across the room

“Balenciaga boxers?” You chuckle looking on the floor

“Only the best for….you know” he smirks at you

You take the que to look down and you audibly gasp

“Like what you see?” He says wiggling his eyebrows

“Put it in me” you whine “stop teasing hyunjin”

“As you wish baby”

He lines himself up with you and slowly eases in

You’re already moaning and gripping his arms, he can feel you clench around him

“You’re…….driving….me crazy” he moans out finally fitting the last of him in you

You’re both face to face

“Hyunjin move” you cry

“So needy” he kisses your lips and thrusts his hips gently

God you love that he dances. It feels so good

He starts to pick up the pace thrusting harder and harder and…

“Hyunjin i….” Your eyes roll to the back of your neck, back arched in pleasure

“You like it rough y/n?”

“You aint seen nothing yet”

He pounds into you and you scream wrapping your legs around his waist

The sounds coming from outside the room are goddamn pornographic

He’s sucking on your neck biting into you, bruising your skin

Your nails clawing at his back trying to grip on to something

“You’re……doing so good baby” he says moaning into your neck

You whimper

“Say it again”

“You feel so good, ugh y/n you’re doing so good for me pretty girl”

You start to climax seeing stars

“Hyun……” you choke out

“Mmm metoo” he says muffled in your neck

You both rock and grind on each other desperately hitting that one spot and…..

He lands on your chest

Both of you heavy breathing

He kisses your fingers and your forehead

“God why didn’t we do that years ago” you say giggling

“Beats me but lets do it again huh? ” hyunjin replies poking you like a little kid

You squeal

Not much sleeping happened that night

*Fast forward to the morning*

The warm sun shines on your face through the blinds.

You roll over and bump into the figure laying next to you.

His arms are around you sleeping peacefully. You lift his fluffy morning hair out of his face.

No……it cant be……

“HYUNJIN?!” You scream and he jolts up

“Y/N???” He screams back holding the blanket on himself for decency

You both look at each and start to remember last nights events

“My head hurts” hyunjin whines

“Mine too” you say “So……what do we do”

“Well……..what if I kinda like you?” He says timidly

You never even let that cross your mind. You’ve been friends for ages. Close. Really close. And you’ve had a crush on him once or twice… I mean you were so willing to sleep with him. So…..do you like him too? Why am I debating? I know how I feel.

You don’t say a word and lay in his arms. He wraps himself around you in a cuddling position

You kiss him on the cheek

“I kinda like you too” you say stroking his hair

Thank you for all the love on my story😭🩷 feel free to recommend any time! All people from my last post are tagged here!

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[crowleys-hips]

2, 10, 22 and 24 for the ask game! Hope you're having a good day 💙

elloo thank youu i hope you're having a good day too 🐍

2. What was it that drew you to Good Omens, and what was it that sucked you into the fandom?

*breaks down sobbing lungs burning chest contracting heaving shuddering gasping for breath mascara running down my cheeks snot dripping from my nose* ahem sorry needed a little moment of drama it's all cool now dw about me im absolutely hella gucci never been better 😎 anyway where were we oh yea

when i was a teen i used to sort of like this one author but i can't remember the name for some reason, i just kinda remember picking up literally every single thing of his i could get my hands on, i mean, super casually, i wasn't obsessed or anything. and so i saw his name on the title, saw it had a demon and an angel and something about Armageddon and then i blinked and had somehow consumed the whole thing.

then flash forward to 2019, i see ohh they made a series of that one book i kinda sorta very casually liked a normal amount. and then i shrugged and never watched it bc they didn't look the way they had looked in my head and i had a Very Serious Issue w that apparently. then last year i got covid and i was really bored and i didn't know what to watch and i came across that one show tumblr was losing their minds about for some reason, so i went ugh fine i'll watch it. and then i relived the worst heartbreak of my whole life through a much more brutal dramatization and i was left in pieces, clutching my chest, crying on the floor, begging the universe for mercy. so naturally, like a very normal person, i went, "damn i need to watch this whole thing again 10 thousand more times until i memorize the dialogue word for word" and came on tumblr to scream into the void about it. and so here i am, continuing the lovely tradition of breaking hearts with unhinged poems and occasionally making memes friends will later find reposted on pinterest and instagram 🤡

10. What traits do you share with Crowley?

Yes well first the dumbassery and the unfortunate habit of shooting myself in the foot, le dépression, constantly in alert mode, cant for the life of me ever sit like a normal person, sunglasses out in public always bc my vampire ass is allergic to light, clothing only exists in black, antes muerto que sencillo ✨ (sooner dead than a simple hoe) flash bastard, blasting Queen, horrible plant dad, former raging alcoholic, Aziraphalesexual, drama queen, in fucking pieces 🪦

22. Bildad The Shuhite: hot or not?

look i can see the appeal, but personally i wouldn't fuck him

24. Who would you choose to run off to Centauri with?

you guys keep asking me this as if i even know other people lmao anyway. my answer is still: a copy of The Awakening by Kate Chopin. iykyk 🖤 if not and you wish to find out, get tissues

thanks for the asksss! this was fun to write lmao

[hausofmamadas]

YOUUUUUU GUYYYYYSSSSSSSSSSS SHES BACK COSITAPRECIOUSA IS FUCKING BASAAAAAAACK AND WITH PAPICHULO CHEPE AND READER CHARACTER SO FUCKING BULLET PROOF AND SELF POSSESSED, ANDALE EN CHINGA!!! LETS GET INTO THIS SHIT

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a/n : - Yo Élise, where were you all this time? Were you dead?

cue to picture of that dry-ass taxidermy fox seasonal depression my dude

SKSKSKSKSKS SORRY DO YOU MEAN THIS ONE? BC IF SO I AM CRYIIIIINGSJSJS

✷ You had been reselling for him for a few years now, never once coming to a dollar short and definitely raking in the profit. Probably the best card you got in your deck, Santacruz, am I not?

uuuuhhhhhh okay, first off 👏🏽 CAN 👏🏽 WE JUST 👏🏽 with a sassy fucking Reader who knows just what tf she’s worth?????????? because you know how I always love a woman who could step on me wksksks

✷ Greed, envy, lust. It had crawled in your veins fast, venomous, pumping in your blood. Still, just enough to always buy your favorite, to-die-for, 90$ red lipstick every time it ran out, but never enough to get cocky, stupid, reckless.

Oh I love already how the lipstick is becoming like a conduit for like Reader’s criminal spirit??? Like there really is something to be said for putting on a red lip when you’re feel like your need to just fucking armor tf up, and like meeting with some of the most hot dangerous hot international hot drug lords like Chepe def seems like a situation where you’d want to be armored up ssksks

✷ You loved luxury, lived in it, smelled like it, but you always remembered how red your blood was, how easy it could be spilled.

OKAYSKSKSKSKAKSKSKSKJSJS BUT THE USE OF RED THROUGHOUT LIEK I AM REAAAAAALLLY ALREADY LIIIIIVING FOR THE THEME OF THE WHOLE RED LIPSTICK LIKE OKAY, YES WE CAN HAVE A GOOD TIME, ENJOY THE MONEY WE’VE MADE THAT WE’VE WORKED HARD FOR BUT LIKE LET’S NOT FORGET THAT THERES STILL A SOFT GOOEY CENTER HERE no not that kind, get your head out of the gutter …… i imagine that comes later at some point skskskskskkskskskskskkejejsj LIKE IM JUST AS EASILY ANOTHER FUCKIN DEAD INTERMEDIO OUT HERE LIKE SO SMFUCKIN SAVVY. UGH IM JUST, ITS ALREADY COMING TOGETHER

✷ You saw the way the government was knocking more and more doors down, came for the smaller ones before fishing for the big sharks, but all the others didn’t.

SKSKSKS so sorry but what’s that one line Walt has about this exact thing not me scrambling for Netflix to see if I can find the exact line and pretend I just knew it off the top of my head like some kinda savant where he’s like, “yeah, find some dumb underling you can flip till you make your way to the top,” yeah, I know that’s not the line, netflix was being fucky, sometimes we just gotta improvise sksksks but like ONCE AGAIN, the fact that this is something Reader’s even aware of is like just a testament to her savviness and even calculating nature, like I fully believe they are one of the top at this level of the biz bc it’s so clear theyre thinking in like 30 different directions, 10 chess moves ahead skskskssk like lo que quieran llamar, la chingoná está mostrando su pinshe geniooooooooooo

✷ Teeth filled with gold, snorting all types of white powders, guns-a-blazing, cuffed and judged by justice just as fast. There’s a quiet side to riches that those men never understood.

ooiohhhhhhsiajsjsjsjssjsjsjjssjjs okay, wowowowowoowwowoow so a number of fuckint things here sksksks first, the wording of everything here is actual magic. Like the “cuffed and judged by justice just as face” IS SO LYRICAL im fucking mad I didnt write it. Legitimately. Mad. But then. THEN. YOU HAD THE NERVE TO TURN AROUND AND SUCKER PUNCH ME WITH “There’s a quiet side to riches that those men never understood.” LIEK SHEEEEEEEIIIIIT DUDE LIKE THIS IS SOME REAL FUCKING CHARACTER WORK RIGHT FUCKING HERE, because it reminds me so much of like the conversation with Pablo and Miguel where again, not me shoving people out of the way to open Netflix to find the line Miguel says something about how if you don’t take control, the world breaks you. Like when I think of him, that’s what comes to mind, whereas with Reader, here, it’s set in opposition to that entirely, totally diff criminal mindset. GODDDDGODGODGOD I LOVE IT

✷ … or maybe it was just the start of the hardest fall of your life.

OH DF THE WAY THIS SNAPPED ME TF TO ATTENTION SO FAST skskskskskksskskjsjj I legitimately just squeaked like a small rodent

✷ Chepe knows all of this, the facade that goes in the character you play. The survival instinct, the street smart. You made it this far didn’t you?

that’s because Chepe k n o w s talent when he sees it and appreciates woman who can run him, lbr. Refer to IsaChepe vid for further evidence

✷ ‘’ Well, I’m more of a bachata dancer myself, but I can make salsa work. ‘’

NOOOOSKSKSKSKSKWBUTOKAY BC I ALSO PREFER BACHATA, BUT I COULD ACTUALLY FUCKING KISS YOU FOR THE FACT THAT YOU PUT IT IN A FIC SKSK LOKE IDK WHY JUST WHEN WE START TALKING LATIN DANCING I WANNA DANCE AND GET ON MY CHAIR AND TAKE MY SHIRT OFF AND WHIP IT AROUND LIKE IT’S MY FUCKING BACHELOR PARTY

✷ You had fucked him once. When his wife had been away, doing whatever she did when she went on those trips of hers. All teeth, handfuls of flesh, bent over the balcony.

SIISISISSIIIIIIWWWWWWWWKKKKKWKWKWKWKWKWKEOZOSOWOWIWIEHUWIW91833848282992:!:!39:&;9@‘naosjejwoow THE SOUND I JUST MAAAAAAAAAADE BC THE WAY I JUST DIDNT SEE BENT OVER THE BALCONY COMINgsjksjssjsjjse like you would think I’ve didn’t know about the birds and the bees sksksksksksksk the reaction I just sskskskss had but LIKE SKSKSKSS I JUST WASNT EXPECTING TO BE BLINDED BY SEXY SO SOON

✷ Maybe it had been more than once. Maybe you didn’t feel so bad because you knew she most likely did the same when she claimed she was going on shopping trips with friends.

PPPPPPPDFFFDDTTTTTT MAYBE?????? MAYBE IT HAD BEEN MORE THAN ONCE SKSKSKSKSKKS SORRY DO WE JUST NOT REEMEMBER PERHAPS BC WE WERE JUST TOO COCKSTRUCK TO EVEN KNOW WHAT DAY IT WAS KEKW OKAY BUT ALSO moment of silence so we can all appreciate the mob wife who refuses to sit at home while her husband is off plowing his sexy asf coworker and decides “actually? You know what??” Who says only your husband’s allowed to dick you down when your married??? Who fuckin says?”

✷ You could see it in his too, how he had always known. If he cared or not was still the missing piece.

DO I SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE MAYBE SOME SKSKSKKSKSNS LONGING THEEEEEEEREE like despite the cool-as-a-cucumber exterior, underneath all that is actually maybe a sweet baby angel who likes Chepe for more than just that sweet, sweet, Big Daddy DILF D sksksks like i just feeeeeeeeeeeellllll like this is??????? Maybe????!??! Perhaps?????? Mayhaps????????? A bit telling?????????

✷ Still, his hand is steady, not a bead of sweat on his forehead, his usually heavy coat switched for a striped shirt. Colombiano born and raised. You did tell him stripes looked good on him once.

OOOOOSHSJSSMYGOOODDDDSTTOTOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPP BC IMJUSTSOMFSORRY BUT NO ONE WILL CONVINCE ME THAT CHEPE ISNT THE MOST SENTIMENTAL ASS MF WHEN HE LIKE REAL FORREAL HAS GOT IT BAD like I can 10000000% see Reader just mentioning in passing, not even super sexy or suggestive, just like leaving a meeting or a pick-up or something, and it just like filling him all warm and fuzzy inside and like he’s getting dressed to come pick Reader up here all like, “She did tell me that stripes looked good,” and picking out the one other striped shirt he owns from a pile of like all plaid flannels and plain Ts sksksksks like i just, it’s canon. It’s canon mans dresses for his nena

✷ The ride to civilization had been bumpy, long, and trying your best to understand your driver with the thickest Costeño accent you had ever heard.

ooohhhhhhhh okay, come through College sksksksksksksksskksksks incidentally, the Costeño accent treats the letter “s” like it doesn’t exist as much as the Nica side of my family does and that’s the only reason why I know wtf Costeño is

✷ ‘’ I trust those two with my life. I’ll pick you up at the hotel tomorow ? ‘’ All teeth, handfuls of flesh, bent over the balcony. ‘’ How else am I supposed to empty the mini-bar then? ‘’ Hands gripping your waist, pining you against the shower wall.

I de…………………………..

me: trying to mind my own business, being all literary and shit, thinking about canon-consistency and character themes and costeño accents

you: BODY SLAMMING THROUGH MY GODDAMN WALL FUCKING INCREDIBLE-HULK-STYLE WITH THESE SEXY LITTLE SENTENCE SNACKS AND THEN JUST GETTING UP AND WALKING AWAY LIKE YOU DIDN’T JUST FUCKING DECORATE MY ROOM WITH PLASTER AND DRYWALL

✷ Jetlag is busting your ass, and your concealer is working hard to keep it unnoticed.

oh I really just skksskskskks fucking snorted so loud at this line, my cats both looked concerned skskksskk

✷ Chepe is dressed up for the occasion as always. Chains, gold rings, a nice striped long-sleeved shirt. Maybe you’ll take all of it off tonight. He’s driving this time, one hand on the wheel, the other on your thigh. You’re not sure if you like how familiar the move feels. Domestic. Wrong and right at the same time.

YOU CANNOT CONTINUE TO ASSAULT ME WHILE I’M OVER HERE JUST MINDING MY OWN FUCKING BUSINESS TRYING TO JUST READ AND COMMENT ON THE TOP NOTCH QUALITY OF THE FIC WITH THISDFASDFA;LSJDF;ALSKJDF;ALKJSD AGASSDLKFJS FUCKING THINGS LIKE “ONE HAND ON THE WHEEL, THE OTHER ON YOUR THIGH” OKAY?????OKAY????????? AND THEN FOLLOW IT UP WITH WRONG AND RIGHT AT THE SAME TIIIIIIIIIIIME?????????? YOU JUST ALSDKJFALKSDJFSKJFSK CAN’T

✷ He maneuvers his between two bright red-looking expensive ones. His toothpick rolls on his lips, leaning back against his seat, one hand on the wheel, as he changes gears. He couldn’t care less if he scratched one. Pocket change.

Sorry but this bit is just fucking writing gold, again there’s always a moment when I come across shit that I love so much, I get mad that I didn’t write it and likeweeeeee fucking pocket change. Jesus your mind, like idk why but I really do love this bit so much.

✷ You always appreciated how he could understand those moments, never feeling like he had to fill it with words.

NOOSOSKSKKSKS BC I ALREADY REFERENCED THIS IN ANOTHER REBLOG SKSKSKSKSKS but this reminds me, once again, so much of that line in Pulp Fiction about comfortable silences trips while running to give it a Goog again, even though I just looked it up like a week ago, but again, pretending like I just had it at the ready so you think I’m like sooooooooiiiii cultured and sooiiiiiii cool sksks “why do we feel it’s necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable? That’s when you know you’ve found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.”

✷ He leans toward you and you don’t understand why you feel nervous all of sudden. Anxious. Homesick.

OH WHATTTTTTTT SKSKSKDK THE FUCK IS IT ABOUT THIS particularly the addition of “homesick” at the end????????? Idk why but it just compounds the sense of like nervousness like it really just imbues the whole thing with such a degree of like “I need to flee, get me the fuck out of here” and idk it just– something about this really fucks sksksksks

✷ You don’t believe easily, and you know what happens to the other women who naively listen and nod. You have seen it happen time and time again.

ON?CE AGAIN WE STAN TF OUT OF A SAVVY READER. “You don’t believe easily,” like???????? There’s something about this that is so discerning it’s almost like ??????? Dangerous in a way??????? Like it’s lethally cunning that way this is phrased but you can also tell there’s an element of like, idk even like …. Longing??? Like Reader wishes they could believe, wishes they could be one of those other women who naively listen and nod but there’s too much wisdom under the facade, it’s impossible GODDDDDDDD JUST ASKDFJSKDFJAL THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT IS TRULY SOME A+, PUT-ME-IN-AN-EARLY-GRAVE MATERIAL HERE

✷ ‘’ I like you a lot, Chepe.‘’ Weirdly enough, in one of the most dangerous countries in the world, in an unknown garage, in a village you have forgotten the name of already, next to him, you feel safe. You don’t feel like you should tiptoe around his feelings, yours for that matter … ‘’ A lot. ‘’ you scoff, you realize.

I think it’s so fucking fascinating that during this moment of vulnerability being honest with Chepe about where she’s at, how that vulnerability and honesty are liek tied up with/equated to control and agency in a way?????? Like there is SO much of Reader’s identity tied into the facade that she has to maintain in her professional life but the facade still isn’t her identity if that makes sense???? God I really am just fucking obsessed with ehr skskksksksksks like this really does seem like one of the few women Chepe would genuinely fucking leave his wife for imoksksjssksksk along with for Isabella ofc kekw BUT THEN ALSOASLDKKSSKKS THE WAY SHE’S LIKE JUST NOW REALIZING HOW BAD SHE HAS IT FOR HIM LIKE AS IF IT’S NEVER REALLY OCCURRED TO HER LIKE SKKSKSKS “OH FUCK, CREO QUE ME GUSTA MUCHISIMO ESE PENDEJO TAL VEZ” LIK GORL SKKSKSSKKSKSKSKS

✷ Y yo a ti, his silence means.

NO BUT FUCKSIGNSKSJDFKS ALSO ALSO ALSO EVERYONE SHUT UP because the entire time I’ve been reading this and marveling at the use of 3rd person omniscient in a way that’s like super poetic. I feel like a lot of times 3rd POV omnisc can sound super clinical, like it’s so easy to fall into a strictly telling-not-showing but the way you have been throwing in these little poetic flourishes like GDODDDDDD THIS REALLY JUST IS SOME FULL FUCKING PROSE MI GENTE

✷ ‘’ Talk to me. Tell me.‘’ The truth, he means, how you really feel about this, ‘’I’ve got all night.‘’

AGAINSAKDFSKDFJS WITH THE POETIC 3RD POV OMNS LIKE THESE LITTLE INTERPRETATIONS OF WHAT EACH OTHER IS SAYING IS REALLY SENDING ME BC LIEK THE WAY IT REALLY ILLUSTRATES THE SENSE OF INTIMACY BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM LIEK I REALLY BELIEVE IT

✷ ‘’ I want it. ‘’ you begin, toes wiggling inside your heel, trying to keep your knee from bouncing, ‘’ When you say you want to introduce me as yours. ‘’

Skskskskskkskskskks the way I fullllllllyyyy fucking snorted so loud at the toes wiggling to keep your knee from bouncing because SWEET FUCKING CHRIST I FELT IT IN MYOWN BODY SKSKKSKSSK LIKE THAT DETAIL, I HAVE BEEN THERE, I HAVE DONE THAT, SKSKKS TRYIGN TO CONTAIN THE NERVOUS ENERGY BUT LIKE YOU CAN’T TOTALLY KEEP IT IN, LIKE FOR EVERY ACTION THERE’S AN EQUAL AND OPPOSITE REACTION, LIKE THE ENERGY HAS TO GO SOMEWHERE SKSKS GOD IT’S JUST TOO FUCKING REAL

✷ It takes all his being not to surge forward to take your face between his hands. Then let me, let me.

ONCE A-FUCKING-GAIN THESE LITTLE INTERNAL MONOLOGUE GLIMPSES OF LIKE WHAT HE’S THINKING. LIEKE HE’S NOT SAYING IT OUT LOUD BUT SHE AND THOSE OF US UNHINGED HUSSIES READING CAN FUCKING FEEEEEEEEELLL HIM SAYING THIS WITH HIS BODY SWEET FUCK DUDE. JUST FUCK.

✷ ‘’ I wouldn’t mind if you did. ‘’ you admit, ‘’ I’d let you. ‘’ You don’t feel weak for telling him like you thought you would. Chepe brings your palm to his mouth, kissing the skin softly.

Oh this is such an interesting turrrrrrrrnnnn here and god, why do I love the “you don’t feel weak for telling him like you thought you would” LIKE WHAT IS IT????? WHY???? I liek cannot articulate what it is about that admission that’s causing me to squeeze my face but like godddddd I am experiencing some FUCKING FEEEEEELINGS ABOUT IT. Like it’s just a really interesting admission especially after earlier Reader thinking about she’s not naive, she’s not sitting at home waiting for Chepe to call and sweep her off her feet but there is a vulnerability and then power in that vulnerability of actually admitting that even if she knows it’s unrealistic, she still would like for it to be a thing and like OHHHHHH!!!!! OH I JUST FIGURED IT OUT!!!!!! THE FUCKING SELF-AWARENESS, LIKE IT’S BEYOND SAVVY. IT’S TOTALLY SELF-AWARE HOLY FUCK THAT’S WHAT IT IS OH I AM LAUGHING SKSKKSKS AT THE WAY I RAMBLED MY WAY THROUGH TO FIGURING THAT OUTSKKSKSS LIKE IN REAL-TIME. WHATEVER I’M NOT DELETING IT

✷ Breathe, smile, shake hands, repeat. Chepe’s hand reaches blindly for you behind him, and you grab it, just like he expects you to do.

OHASHDFAKSJDFKJDFKSJDFKAJ NOOOOSTOTOOTOTOPPPPPPP BUT THE WAY THIS JUST SPEAKS TO THE ROUTINE, HIM ABSENTLY REACHING FOR HER HAND LIKE I CAN SEEEEEEEEEEEEE THE WHOLE GODDAMN THING LIKE I’VE ACTUALLY FILMED IT MYSELF. AND AGAIN WITH THE THREADING OF JUST LIEK TRUST AND INTIMACY BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM, LIKE THIS SUCH A SWEET LITTLE INTIMATE …. WHAT’S THE WORD … NOT GESTURE, BC A GESTURE IS MORE CONSCIOUS….. EXCHANGE??????? I DONTEVENFUCKINGKNOW AKSKSKSKS WHAT I DO KNOW IS I LOVE IT

✷ Blood is pumping in your ears, so loud that it is almost overtaking the music around you. This is exactly where you want to be, precisely what you planned. Inhale with the nose, and exhale through the mouth. It doesn’t come as fast as you would’ve liked, but slowly, air fills up your lungs. It is a weird feeling, really, how after only a few breaths you can feel your body tingle, calm and lightheaded. Revigorated. All part of the facade.

SKSKSKKSKSKSSKSK not me just full copy/pasting this entire ass paragraphs ksdkfskkskskss but I can’t not because like once again, I’m in love with Reader in a way I am rarely in love with a Reader character and like her voice is so distinct it really could be an OC that’s how concrete and well-thought-through she is. But like first off, the pure prose of “blood is pumping in your ears, so loud that it is almost overtaking the music around you,” like okay, literature. I see you sksksksks but then the way Reader almost has to like psych herself up after sort of getting real with Chepe in the parking lot and the car, like I can literally FEEEEEEEEELLLLL the active process of the armor going up as it happens in real time. Like GODDDDDDDDD THERE’S SUCH A SENSE OF COMPARTMENTALIZATION THAT I AM TRULY MARVELING AT, IT’S SUCH A THREAD THROUGH THE WHOLE THING. Like psychologically, shit you not, one of the most interesting Reader characters of all time

✷ Chepe is beaming, all laughs and handshakes, like a true socialite, a fish in water.

OH BUT THE WAY YOU FLIPPED THAT FUCKING IDIOM “A FISH IN WATER” yet another instance of like just a thing being so good, it brings me to despair because I didn’t write it and now I never can

✷ Staying civilized in this jungle is harder than you would have thought.

JUST SUMMORE FUCKING PROSE SKKSKSKS I SWEAR TO CHRIST YOU ARE REALLY ON ONE IN THIS ENTIRE FUCKIGNSKF THING although ngl, given that Reader es que tan chingona al máximo, si alguien puede hacerlo, ella lo puede. Sin duda.

✷ It happens merely minutes after Chepe excuses himself to fill up your drink, the shift in the room … Here they are. The lions.

THE DREADKASKKSKKS THE WAY I CLUTCHED MY CHEST. HERE THEY ARE. THE LIONS. Like my silly fucking mind literally just picturing 3 anthropomorphic lions slowly descending on Reader skskksksks but like they still look like Pacho, Gilberto, and Miguel, like if they were drawn as lion king characters tbh, Pacho would look act and look like Scar just without the scar skskksksksskskk skskskkssk but all Disney tontería aside, this really just changed the entire tone, like put me on edge so much because like that’s exactly how you’d feel in that position if you weren’t regularly riding the hobby horse with one of their lifelong business partners skskskksks so like the fact that Reader is just like skskskksskscompletely compounds the dread.

✷ You see Pacho first, in the corner of your eye. You can tell it is him, from his silk shirt to his waxed brown shoes, from Chepe’s stories, there is no doubt in your mind.

SKSKSKSKSKSSKSK in any fic, Pacho really needs no introduction does he skkks that’s the elite tier that he resides in, in the fandom

✷ Pacho’s smile mirrors your own, like an old friend, a deadly trap. You like him already, you decide, not so different from you, you can tell. Cunning. Smart.

THAT CONTRAST BETWEEN LIKE AN OLD FRIEND AND DEADLY TRAP BUT LIKE THE WAY THOSE TWO SEEMINGLY CONTRADICTORY THINGS CAN TOTALLY BE TRUE AND I CAN ABSOLUTELY SEE IT SO CRYSTAL CLEAR IN MY MIND’S EYE– I AM TRULY JUST SKSKKSKS GAGGGED RIGHT NOW. I NEED TEN THOUSAND MORE WORDS OF THESE TWO INTERACTING PLS.

✷ You don’t know what burns more, his warm fingers pressing gently into your skin or how Pacho’s eyes catch him doing it.

SKSKSJSDFLKSJDFLKSJDKLFJ;AKJSD;LFKJA;LSKJDF;ALKSJDF;ALKJSDF;LAKJSD;FLKJ IMJUSTSOSORRY BUT WE ALL KNOW THE CORRECT ANSWER IS PACHO’S EYES, CATCHING HIM DOING IT, SLAPS HARDER, BURNS MORE KSKSKSKS LIKE I AM CLUTCHING MY FACE, PEEKING THROUGH MY FINGERS SKKS LIKE I’M WATCHING A HORROR MOVIE

✷ You don’t miss how Pacho’s eyes flicker back for a second on Chepe as he leaves. Pacho clears his throat, looking at you over his whiskey, ‘’ So, ‘’ he starts, ‘’ Favorite partner, favorite reina. ‘’

Not two minutes in and Pacho already READING THESE TWO LITTLE PAJARITOS ENAMORADOS SKSKSKKS like it really feels so much sksksksk like an old fashioned duel almost, like such a challenge and reader is lowkey losing already

✷ ‘’ You take care of him good? ‘’ You get it then, why his handshake is so strong, why his eyes are sharp and serious, menacing. Brotherhood.

‘’ I do. ‘’ you stand your ground, hand unmoving, arm strong and chin up, ‘’ As he does to me. ‘’

oh wow ….. wowowowowowowoow I am really just :lebron tear: at brotherhood. Bc like that’s really what it isisiiisiisisisiiskskkskssksksk OH AND I’M FLIPPING MY DESK OVER BC PACHO REALLY IS JUST LOOKING OUT FOR HIS HOMIEST OF HOMIES, LIEK THAT’S HIS CHEPE AND HIS CHEPE MUST BE PROTECTED. Okay but then also???????? I think it’s so fucking brilliant and interesting the way Pacho phrases the question, “you take care of him good?” as like a, “how are you treating my homie,” which however intimidating, is also not the paternalistic way he could’ve phrased it?? Like tf am I even trying to say skskksk I don’t even know… like I feel like if Pacho had phrased it as, “so is he taking care of you,” it would be the more cliche route, sort of like implying that Reader’s some kind of gold digger or taking advantage of Chepe in some way. But it’s NOT phrased that way - it’s very much, “how are you treating him,” and like?????????? god this really is the most rambling of rambles imsorryforeverything there’s just like more implied agency afforded to Reader in just the way the question is phrased and idk why I just feel like that’s actually what Pacho would say?????? I’m sure that’s complete fuckign gibberish but to put it plainly. Yes. JUST YES.

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MANAAAA, you best be continuing this shit or I will full revolt bc like…

Meeting Chepe in New York and him bring you back to Cali for a party/meeting the rest of the gang 👀

Red lipstick

Chepe Santacruz x female!reader (infidelity/cheating, mention of Y/N, mention of drug use, the usual for the show), 3679 words

a/n : - Yo Élise, where were you all this time? Were you dead?

- *cue to picture of that dry-ass taxidermy fox* seasonal depression my dude

As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx

You can see it as a business meeting, an opportunity for you to go bigger.

That is what Chepe had said to you one day as you met him for your usual drop. Offering you a trip to Colombia, to meet the big ones from overseas, those that completed his inner circle. You had been reselling for him for a few years now, never once coming to a dollar short and definitely ranking in the profit. Probably the best card you got in your deck, Santacruz, am I not?

You never were looking to make it big in this type of business. Selling just enough to be sure to stay afloat, pay your mortgage, feed the people you love, and buy those pieces of jewelry, that a year ago would have been for you a rent’s worth, just because you liked how they shined when you passed the counter display. Greed, envy, lust. It had crawled in your veins fast, venomous, pumping in your blood. Still, just enough to always buy your favorite, to-die-for, 90$ red lipstick every time it ran out, but never enough to get cocky, stupid, reckless.

You loved luxury, lived in it, smelled like it, but you always remembered how red your blood was, how easy it could be spilled. You saw the way the government was knocking more and more doors down, came for the smaller ones before fishing for the big sharks, but all the others didn’t. It’s a war, sweetheart, Chepe had called it, a war on drugs. Teeth filled with gold, snorting all types of white powders, guns-a-blazing, cuffed and judged by justice just as fast. There’s a quiet side to riches that those men never understood. It was what had separated you from the others who had climbed the ranks with you over the years, you had realized. Maybe that’s why you are here today, setting foot down a jet on Colombian soil, or maybe it was just the start of the hardest fall of your life.

As you looked at your shoes, already full of dust, you wondered if there was a time you had ever seen so much dirt on a landing strip before. You don’t have much time to think about it or to worry about the wind pushing your hair or the dirt in your mouth, that Chepe is already in front of you, arms wide open,

‘’ Bienvenido en la capital mundial de la salsa, sweetheart. ‘’

Your smile is bright, pulling at your cheeks, lips painted red, welcoming. A deadly trap. Chepe knows all of this, the facade that goes in the character you play. The survival instinct, the street smart. You made it this far didn’t you?

‘’ Well, I’m more of a bachata dancer myself, but I can make salsa work. ‘’

You had fucked him once. When his wife had been away, doing whatever she did when she went on those trips of hers. All teeth, handfuls of flesh, bent over the balcony. Maybe it had been more than once. Maybe you didn’t feel so bad because you knew she most likely did the same when she claimed she was going on shopping trips with friends. You could always tell with those women for some reason, you could see it in their eyes, it wasn’t hard to miss. You could see it in his too, how he had always known. If he cared or not was still the missing piece.

You take his extended hand to jump off the last step. The heat is heavy, weirdly humid, and dry at the same time. Still, his hand is steady, not a bead of sweat on his forehead, his usually heavy coat switched for a striped shirt. Colombiano born and raised. You did tell him stripes looked good on him once.

This is it, you thought, no turning back, the top of the ladder. The top of the food chain. You just have to shake hands and smile.

.

The ride to civilization had been bumpy, long, and trying your best to understand your driver with the thickest Costeño accent you had ever heard. A fair price to pay for landing on an illegal dirt patch in the middle of a Colombian jungle.

Chepe had left you with his driver and a bodyguard back at the landing field, slipping you in the passenger seat, making sure your hair didn’t get stuck in the door as he closed it,

‘’ I trust those two with my life. I’ll pick you up at the hotel tommorow ? ‘’

All teeth, handfuls of flesh, bent over the balcony.

‘’ How else am I supposed to empty the mini-bar then? ‘’

Hands gripping your waist, pining you against the shower wall.

It's later that day after he's been gone for hours and your lipstick has been reapplied, that he calls your room phone. You press your lips together, spreading the color evenly, as it rings some more. You take your finger up to your mouth, swiping the excess stain with your nail. Done. Your heels click on the marble floors on your way out of the bathroom,

‘’ Miss me already? ‘’

It's a party, he had said, near the water, you’ll love it.

He scoffs, as you disconnected the call. The more 6 o’clock gets near, the more all of your being screams at you to leave, clawing at your mind to run, not to look back. You know you should, that he would let you call it off and go back home. But the more you want it, the more you itch to open the safe where your passport is locked, and the more you realize you can’t.

You won’t.

The ride over there is less bumping than when you first got here. Jetlag is busting your ass, and your concealer is working hard to keep it unnoticed. Chepe is dressed up for the occasion as always. Chains, gold rings, a nice striped long-sleeved shirt. Maybe you’ll take all of it off tonight.

He’s driving this time, one hand on the wheel, the other on your thigh. You’re not sure if you like how familiar the move feels. Domestic. Wrong and right at the same time.

‘’ If this is about my wife, ‘’ he had said, with his arms around you, his chin in your hair, ‘’ I’ll leave her. ‘’

You had mentioned stopping everything when he had dropped by earlier. If I actually do this and meet them, I don’t think I can keep fucking you if I want to be taken seriously. Panic clawing at your chest, the reality of your work, the constant threats. There was no way for this to end well for you. For him.

‘’ Ask me and I’ll do it. I’ll call her right now. ‘’

He smelled like cigar and cologne, his palms sneaking under your shirt, warm on your stomach, soft, grounding,

‘’ This is not about her, ‘’ you had explained, head falling on his shoulder as he nuzzled into your neck, ‘’ This is about me, Chepe. About my work. Credibility. ‘’

His other hand pulled at your skirt, feeling the lace underneath. He molds you to him, unbelievably closer now. You felt him shiver against you, felt his breath behind your ear, the goosebump on your arms,

‘’ Tell me, ‘’ he had started with a groan, bringing the material over your waist, his other hand gently wrapping around your throat,

‘’ Tell me whoever dares, and I’ll make sure myself they never speak again. ‘’

You don’t doubt his words for a second.

The automatic light illuminates the garage as soon as Chepe drives the car in. You’ve never seen a garage this big. Cars lined up left to right, every one of them shinier than the other. What a waste of space.

He maneuvers his between two bright red-looking expensive ones. His toothpick rolls on his lips, leaning back against his seat, one hand on the wheel, as he changes gears. He couldn’t care less if he scratched one. Pocket change.

‘’ I probably should have stayed in my room and gotten another 8 hours of sleep. ‘’

He laughs, hearty, loud, deep, as if you’ve just told him the funniest joke of the night. His thumb rubs your thigh,

‘’ Are you going to stand me up? At your own party? ‘’

His attempt at lightening up the mood. In a way, it does, pushing your insecurities and anxieties to the side for a second. He can tell you hesitate, putting off the moment you step out of the car and have to do the grown-up illegal things you have gotten yourself into. You’re not that tired, caffeinated for two, and ready to throw punches if needed. Not that you would have to, with Chepe hot on your heels wherever you go, but it feels like it could calm you down, give you back some control maybe,

‘’ Oh, you’d do just fine I am sure. ‘’ you try to smile back.

You stay silent for a while, more like seconds really, but it feels relaxing and comforting. His hand is still warm on your skin. You always appreciated how he could understand those moments, never feeling like he had to fill it with words.

His thumb presses slightly on the inside of your thigh, bringing your attention back to him. It is darker now in the car, the automatic light having shut off seconds ago,

‘’ I wish I could introduce you as mine. ‘’

You can make out his side profile, the way his fingers drum on the wheel. You sigh,

‘’ José- ‘’

‘’ Ya, por favor, ‘’ he pleads, annoyed, ‘’ You always do this. ‘’

His hand comes up to scratch his stubble, moving down to where his neck meets his shoulder. He massages the skin, before his arm drops, defeated. Chepe moves in his seat, knees turning slightly to your side of the car. He leans toward you and you don’t understand why you feel nervous all of sudden. Anxious.

Homesick.

‘’ I know you think I’m not genuine. That I’m only saying this to make you happy. ‘’

For the first time in months, you don’t know what to say. He is right. Absolutely and utterly right. You don’t believe him when he says it. When he promises you travels, family parties, a career, a ring. You don’t believe easily, and you know what happens to the other women who naively listen and nod. You have seen it happen time and time again.

You sigh, falling back into your seat, trying to disappear inside the leather behind your back,

‘’ I like you a lot, Chepe. ‘’

You sigh, you don’t know where you are going with this. You can’t seem to be thinking ahead, about what you should say or not. Weirdly enough, in one of the most dangerous countries in the world, in an unknown garage, in a village you have forgotten the name of already, next to him, you feel safe. You don’t feel like you should tiptoe around his feelings, yours for that matter.

Your head rolls to the side to meet his gaze, your fingertips raising to touch his face. His brown eyes are on you, pupils blown from the darkness. Sharp nails follow his cheekbone softly, moving up to his freshly cut hair, pushing the loose grey strands back into place. His hand is on your wrist now, going up and down as he caresses the skin,

‘’ A lot. ‘’ you scoff, you realize.

So do I, he wants to say, Y yo a ti, his silence means. You want to lean in, break the space between you, kiss him, end this conversation and force him to bring you inside. You meet his eyes again as your nails roam behind his ear. You know he would let you, but here, today, you don’t think this is what you want,

‘’ We are being honest here, right? ‘’ he whispers, like a secret being shared between you two. You nod softly,

‘’ Talk to me. Tell me. ‘’ The truth, he means, how you really feel about this, ‘’ I’ve got all night. ‘’

You know he means it. Chepe would stay in this car all night if you decided to, he can tell how different the moment has gotten. Twenty minutes ago you would have laughed to tears, reapplied your lipstick, and gotten out of the car. The facade that goes in the character you play. He is still not sure what changed, but it makes him want you to be honest with him, to be true to what you know. Goosebumps spreads across your arm, following the warmth of his palm,

‘’ I want it. ‘’ you begin, toes wiggling inside your heel, trying to keep your knee from bouncing, ‘’ When you say you want to introduce me as yours. ‘’

It takes all his being not to surge forward to take your face between his hands. Then let me, let me. Your breath comes out shaky when you exhale as if you had been holding it for the last minute,

‘’ I am being honest, ‘’ you reassured, he knows you are. You had had deep conversations with Chepe before, nights spent sitting on your balcony, smoking and talking about life and all the things in between. His past, yours. Colombia, New York. Your hand falls to his neck, gently stroking his stubble with your thumb. It’s rough and it’s keeping you grounded, in the car, with him,

‘’ I wouldn’t mind if you did. ‘’ you admit, ‘’ I’d let you. ‘’

You don’t feel weak for telling him like you thought you would. Chepe brings your palm to his mouth, kissing the skin softly. Saying anything else would ruin the moment, and you are thankful he stays silent again. You can hear the music inside, voices laughing and screaming behind the closed door, and you know it is time for you to go and join the crowd. Do what you came here to do in the first place.

You lean between the seats, the cup holder pushing painfully against your ribs, and your hand falls from his lips as you rest your head against his shoulder. His shirt is coarse on your cheek and his fingers soft when he intertwines them with yours. Your thumbnail traces shapes on the back of his hand while you speak again,

‘’ I don’t think I’ve ever been this anxious in my whole life. ‘’

‘’ I wouldn’t have brought you here if I didn’t think you were up for it. ‘’

You hmm, and he can feel the sound vibrate through his shoulder,

‘’ It’s what you do back home, but here. Your Spanish is great, you’ll fit right in, mija. ‘’ he reassures,‘’ I’ll take care of you. ‘’

He emphasizes the words by gently squeezing your joint hands. You know he will, he always does. You know lots of things about him and that lying, to you at least, is not something he would do. We are being honest here, right? You reluctantly let him go, motioning to him to go ahead, body pulling away, your hand sliding back to your thigh. As he gets out of the car, the lights illuminate the garage again. Bright, blinding. Your eyes follow him around the hood of the car until he reaches your door, pulling it open,

‘’ Let’s do some work now, hm? ‘’

He presents his hand to you, his heart skipping a beat when you accept it, pressing yours against his while your swing your legs to the side to get out.

One step after the other, your heels click on the cement as you walk towards the door that leads inside the house. Breathe, smile, shake hands, repeat. Chepe’s hand reaches blindly for you behind him, and you grab it, just like he expects you to do. Blood is pumping in your ears, so loud that it is almost overtaking the music around you. This is exactly where you want to be, precisely what you planned. Inhale with the nose, and exhale through the mouth. It doesn’t come as fast as you would’ve liked, but slowly, air fills up your lungs. It is a weird feeling, really, how after only a few breaths you can feel your body tingle, calm and lightheaded. Revigorated. All part of the facade.

Your smile doesn’t falter when you meet the first few people, low associates, executants. It is bright, all white teeth and red lipstick. They make no comment, no sarcastic remarks about Chepe’s hand on your back, you let him lower it, let it curve around your waist. His eyes burning and threatening enough that no one dares to look for too long.

Your cheeks hurt, jaw a bit sore from speaking Spanish for the past hour, but the wine feels good and bitter down your throat, helping make those meetings bearable. Chepe is beaming, all laughs and handshakes, like a true socialite, a fish in water. You enjoy watching him more than you do partake in this whole thing. It is different for him here, and you can tell. You thought you would have been the last one arriving at the house, and as much as Chepe shuts down any remarks about the time you spent in the garage and as much as you pretend not to understand what they imply, you know words have already spread in the villa. Staying civilized in this jungle is harder than you would have thought.

It happens merely minutes after Chepe excuses himself to fill up your drink, the shift in the room. How everyone stands taller, pushes their shoulders back, sobering up. Whoever supplier Chepe left you with does not have eyes for you anymore. Here they are. The lions.

You see Pacho first, in the corner of your eye. You can tell it is him, from his silk shirt to his waxed brown shoes, from Chepe’s stories, there is no doubt in your mind. You have to bite first, you think, use this fake confidence to your advantage, and make this meeting yours. Your new wannabe-gangster friend had already abandoned you the second they entered the room. You have no choice but to stand your ground and stay tall too.

You force a smile on your cheeks as you turn to him, charming and warm. Pain and Chepe’s absence be damned. Pacho’s smile mirrors your own, like an old friend, a deadly trap. You like him already, you decide, not so different from you, you can tell. Cunning. Smart.

Your glass of wine is quickly put back in your hands, splashing around in the cup, as your man pushes at the guests around you to meet Pacho’s embrace with a laugh. They exchange quickly in Spanish, how are you doing, how’s the weather over there ? You let them catch up, soaking in how easily the moment flows, perfectly happy to stand on the sideline.

Chepe half turns to you, still going on to Pacho about this plane story of his that you have been waiting for the punchline for a while now. His hand finds your waist, absently bringing you closer to the two of them.

‘’ Hermano, ‘’ he begins, ‘’ Let me introduce you. ‘’

You don’t know what burns more, his warm fingers pressing gently into your skin or how Pacho’s eyes catch him doing it. You had agreed to this, but still, stares and looking eyes make you feel uncomfortable. He leads, you remind yourself, he knows, let him.

‘’ This is Y/N, ‘’ Chepe smiles, chest puffed out, proud, ‘’ My favorite partner in crime. ‘’

Pacho’s eyes are back on you, not on Chepe, not on his hand on your back. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. The air feels lighter, your fingers regain color around your glass. You let yourself fall back slightly into Chepe’s embrace, putting some of your weight on him. You share some stories about Pacho’s favorite clubs in New York, how you have to change entry port from now on after the last DEA bust, and how the margins are still going up even though.

‘’ You want another? ‘’ Chepe leans towards you, softly speaking the words in your ear, nodding to your empty cup,

‘’ I’d love that. ‘’ you say back, turning, nose almost catching his, ‘’ Maybe white this time, please? ‘’

‘’ Por supuesto, reina. ‘’

You don’t miss how Pacho’s eyes flicker back for a second on Chepe as he leaves. Pacho clears his throat, looking at you over his whiskey,

‘’ So, ‘’ he starts, ‘’ Favorite partner, favorite reina. ‘’

You nod, sending a smile his way, playful, trying to keep it civilized,

‘’ I’m his favorite lie detector too. I’m never wrong.‘’

Pacho laughs, thank god. He holds out his hand to you, and you put yours in his, giving it a nice shake,

‘’ You take care of him good? ‘’

His hand is firm in yours, he makes no move to withdraw, standing there, a step closer now. You get it then, why his handshake is so strong, why his eyes are sharp and serious, menacing. Brotherhood.

‘’ I do. ‘’ you stand your ground, hand unmoving, arm strong and chin up, ‘’ As he does to me. ‘’

He lets go of your hand as he turns to discard his drink, switching it for two champagne glasses that he swiftly takes from a nearby waiter,

‘’ Good. Good.‘’

You watch him look around, almost bored, unimpressed by all the festivities. Pacho takes a sip first, nodding in approval before holding up the second flute toward you for you to grab,

‘’ You know what I think, Y/N? ‘’

He smiles at you, knowing, sincere. He toasts the rim of his glass against yours, making a stream of bubbles burst from the bottom,

‘’ I think you and I will do great things around here. ‘’

[zukuist]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞

200 followers special

includes: multiple characters (would add more tags but.. i reached 30 ;;)

your name is shortened to y/n, they/them pronouns

notes: thank you for 200 followers! this isn’t really going to be that long, but im just doing the characters i really like so ;; ALSO I MIGHT’VE GOTTEN KIRI’S ENTRY A LITTLE WRONG so ugh sorry ;;

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shouto todoroki

— THE OBSERVANT SIMP

from the start, he’s quite oblivious to certain things, (social ques, signs of romantic interest, etc.)

but when he’s observant with someone, then that totally means you’re special to him. does he realize how much he pays attention to you? hmm.. maybe?

he’s going to be the first one that notices you’re hungry, even if you don’t realize it yourself. he’s quick to grab a snack and break it open to you

same thing with being thirsty— if he notices that your water bottle is empty, he’ll quickly find the nearest vending machine and buy a bottle.

temperature is also no problem. he can immediately tell whenever someone’s cold; but he usually helps you first

too hot? he’s slowly putting down the room’s temperature

too cold? his left palm starts emitting some sort of heat in your direction, hoping it creates some sort of aid

if your shoelaces are undone, and/or he notices that there’s a button undone on your shirt— he’ll fix it for you

will ask to take your pictures on dates, and he’ll also help you pick out the best photo (not that any photo of you is short of any beauty)

in short— people will notice that he’s actually a big simp for you; because of how observant he is with you specifically.

katsuki bakugou

— THE TSUNDERE SIMP

just because he’s simping for you doesn’t mean he’ll treat you any differently. bakugou will be bakugou, and you eventually learn how to adapt to that.

but even so, his simp habits slip out sometimes.

when he’s cooking, he’ll accidentally make too much to eat, and he’ll coincidentally put the extras in another box and hand it to you

he’s a good student, even with studies. but would he say he’s a good teacher? hm. probably not

but if he notices you need help, he’ll sigh, feining annoyance as he decides to tutor y’all, because those ‘idiots’ are hopeless

rolls his eyes when he sees food on your cheek, but he’ll grab a tissue and wipe it off for you— claiming how you’re so messy.

he’ll act like he hates hearing your ‘annoying ass singing’ but he’ll lean against the doorway and listen to you rock out to whatever song you’re singing to.

denki will call him a simp for looking after you, and bakugou will just yell at him to “SHUT UP” >:T

he secretly likes taking care of you. his words aren’t the softest thing in the world, but his actions make up to it.

izuku midoriya

— THE DETAILED SIMP

as katsuki bakugou would call him; he is a nerd

he definitely meant that as an insult, but his input on detail makes it very useful in things like relationships

he remembers every detail of your quirk, your limits, potential secret moves.

it would’ve been stalker-ish, if it weren’t for the fact that deku does this out of admiration for his s/o

so if you so happen to collapse due to overusing your quirk— deku has a detailed plan on what to do. it’s almost scary.

he puts detail in a lot of things, anniversary gifts, birthday gifts, and so on.

deku’s also the type to plan things weeks before it actually happens. like.. planning out the perfect birthday gift

and with this, his memory is really good. so it’s very unlikely that he’ll just suddenly forget anniversaries and birthdays.

i hc deku as a bad cook, so he eats takeout food more than his homemade food

but he’s takes note of your allergies, your dislikes with food— and he finds himself mumbling small details to recall what you like

when you walk out in pretty/good outfits for dates

his face will break out into shades of red— suddenly rambling all the good details of your outfit, complimenting you while he’s at it

“y/n’s looks fantastic as always. i might die from their beauty”

if anyone calls him a simp, he’ll be really embarrassed about it. “me? a s-simp? is that a bad thing?”

just tell him it’s fine.

denki kaminari

— THE HYPEMAN SIMP

a big simp

like.. really big

he worships the ground you step on, and hypes up everything you do

y’all know when irene from red velvet literally breathed in north korea, and the crowd just

*claps*

yeah, that’s denki to you

it’s so blantly obvious that he’s simping over someone, and everyone’s just kinda used to it at this point

he’s just a big fanboy sometimes

whenever you’re sparring with someone, he’s always in the background like

“go s/o!!” 🤩

and he has tendencies to go a little easy on you like.. what’s he gonna do when you get electricuted??

but that doesn’t mean he’s never serious— nah.

there are times where he’s just a little bashful just being in your presence

sneaking glances your way, as he silently fanboys about you in general.

“s/o looks really good today. they always look good but !!”

when y’all weren’t together, the bakusquad was just tired of the constant romantic pining

it was really obvious that he was simping back then, and they’re not so sure as to how you didn’t say anything about it

mina always called him a simp

so yeah!! it was a big relief when you got together with him. he never makes you feel terrible, because he’s always your #1 hypeman.

eijirou kirishima

— THE HELPING SIMP (rip idk what to call this)

i didn’t really know what kinda name i went for this one but let me carry on

kiri upfront is very confident, and friendly. he never shows a mean side to anyone,

and there are rare cases of him being bashful

he’s kinda almost like a golden retriever? since he’s always nice and friendly to everyone

but then when you enter the room; he suddenly goes quiet, and he’s left alone with his rather loud thoughts about you

he didn’t really know how to properly approach you at first

but him being kiri, he’s still rather friendly to you (for now)

when he’s messing around, practically sharing one braincell with kami and sero

and then you suddenly walk in— he snaps out of his foolishness, and greet you with his very warm smile

“hey y/n!” he waves at you, and he hopes you don’t mention the teasing look on both kami and sero’s face

sometimes when he’s doing his close combat training, and he notices that he’s getting too close to you

he’ll be like “woah man, maybe we should move locations.” bc he doesn’t wanna hit you by accident ;;

kirishima prefers to not stand near you when his hair is all spiky. like he’s never conscious about it, until he’s around you

man poked sero with his hair before, and he doesn’t want to do that to you

kiri always looks at your hand, just to see if it’s occupied with something. his thoughts linger to what your hand might feel like

“their hand looks really.. soft. argh! i shouldn’t be thinking about these kind of things in public! im sorry y/n”

bakugou really only notices kirishima’s simping ways

bakugou always mentions the fact that kirishima goes really silent whenever you’re around—

and he’s secretly contemplating on having you around more so he can just shut up 。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

moving aside all of that, kiri always carries your things.

you’ll beg him to give you at least one thing, and he’ll say no because it’s “not manly to let someone carry all of this.”

if you’re sad, he’s the first one to cheer you up— reassuring you that everything will be okay.

kiri’s just wants to be at your service at all times! it’s manly to help people, right?

hitoshi shinsou

— THE DISCREET SIMP

no one would be able to tell that he’s simping for someone

because unlike kaminari; he’s not like IM HITOSHI SHINSO AND IM ACTUALLY A SIMP

he’s a lot more discreet, and no one has really caught on, besides you and kaminari of course

he’s a lot less sarcastic with you, asking you about anything that’s happened instead of just being there

he prefers it to hear you talk. the way each word and syllable rolls off your tongue smoothly, and the way you use your hands to emphasize things

he’s amused.

oh and the way he looks at you? almost any normal person can sense the simp in him pop out (he’s so contained though)

he’s definitely the person that’ll get rid of any bug that’s terrifying you— even though he’d normally just leave it to them

he’ll do it, regardless if it’s the biggest fucking spider he’s ever seen, or the smallest spider

he’ll do it to make you feel safe.

he has these random spurs of compliments during the day

the source mainly comes from his staring habit

and they’re just so unexpected and out of the blue. hitoshi’s amused whenever he sees your reaction to his compliments

like.. you could be really frustrated about something, and he’ll just go “your eyes are pretty.” that’s his discreet method tO MAKE YOU TEMPORARILY DISTRACTED FROM THE ISSUE—

call him a simp, whatever. it’s true anyway so he doesn’t why should he be ashamed of it?

he’s discreet about it, since it’s your business and his business. but you can definitely feel his feelings loud and clear

neito monoma

— THE 180 SIMP

“i’m not a simp!”

[you enter the room]

*nervous laughter*

he had his last laugh, and he never thought he’d be this soft around someone.

especially if you’re from class 1-A like.. i became the thing i hated, ugh.

relentless teasing is amped but this is his way of making sure you remember him loud and clear

but he’ll never tease you in a condescending way— like how he torments the rest of class 1-A

that’s reserved for them 💅

always compliments you, that’s the first thing he does when he sees you—

and they’re never generic compliments either

“it’s nice to see you here, y/n! you make the world better day by day!”

“i’m still wondering what you’re doing in class 1-A, you’re much better than them!”

everyone secretly wonders how you got monoma to like you

monoma canonically likes pastels. spread the word

so sometimes, you’ll walk over to your desk— and you’ll just see this random pastel ornament sitting on your desk

you know who it’s from

whenever monoma starts becoming annoying, kendo will definitely use you as a weapon to make him shut up

he’ll be laughing at the expression on his face, thinking he’s absolutely winning at this

but the smile is wiped off his face when he hears “ok go on, i’ll tell y/n about your antics.”

“no, no! i’ll behave now, please don’t tell y/n.”

class 1-b literally use you as blackmail whenever monoma acts up, and it’s because of how different he is around you

like.. his personality takes a 180, (besides the obvious teasing) it’s alarming

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©️zukuist 2021, bnha|mha belongs to horikoshi kohei. do not repost my work❕

[thesolotomyhan]

ismael “el mayo” zambada and ramon arellano felix both being into you would include

a/n: :)))))))))) asi es asi es,, my “too lazy to edit” ass is back again and who knew i would find it in myself to complete this fic?? but al fin here i am,, wringing my hands shyly because i have zero clue if i actually did this right but i like how it turned out? and i had so much fun writing this and wow - i hope you guys like it ? also this mf is sitting at 5k+ words and im so sorry for that - alright thats it i think,, bye for now <3

righTTT SOOo i have had many- like a good many handful of you guys asking me about love triangles a while back right?

and i did say on more than one occasion that i would start writing/take a quick stab at said love triangles

and thats how i ended up here and :)  who better than to toss my golden man de mayo out here again but with your beloved ramon included (which has been requested even more than the fingers on my hand lol ) so here we gooo

and just to lay out my grounding out here- when i imagine this love triangle between these two men ,,,

i have to fucking make myself clear and state you wouldn’t- would not in whatever sense/loophole you may find- be in a romantic/ESTABLIShed relationship with either of them in the beginning therefore that means roughout this hc as well ,,, so get that shit out of your heads for this joyride respectfully :)

because that’s the fun in this shit,, you aren’t either of theirs but that’s exactly what makes them push themselves even harder to win you over and be smug af about it in the end towards the other with who ever you may end up choosing >:)

and UGH H H can i just say with my hyperactive brain right now - I just,,,, i get this feeling blooming in me everytime i come to think about these love triangles because the thought of the constant trying of persons a and b wanting - no NEEDING- to one up the other to get person c’s affection and attention gives me so much life i cant -

because am i right or am i right? like the thought of one day one of them getting your whole attention and loVE for the next few hours while the other is just brooding and throwing daggers of fire in their eyes to the other guy as they observe them making you laugh and be happy is such a TROPE I LOVE TO IMAGINE jealousy with no strings attached yet is such a vibe sorry 

and even more so when i come to think of ramon and mayo- two very different guys who approach this in such different ways- 

like even down to separate ways of reacting to this whole thing may i add and i just i cant,, my heart beats for them in this specific scenario with them especially and specifically

and to further lay out our foundation here and finally begin with this desmadre,, i would love to lead you all onto our first display because on one end of the paths we have going on here is ramon right?

we’ll start off with him because why not,, but also ?? its kind of essential with the way i imagined this all going because the idea of you and ramon being in this friend relationship at first :)) so obviously you and ramon would be close even before you meet mayo >:)

but anyways having this unspoken love for eachother as well :) :)) that it has you both just slowly pinning over the other in silence -

like the type of shit where you would look at him in this soft way- a tiny smile on your face everytime he does some dumb shit or is talking to one of his siblings :((( but looking away everytime his eyes come back to meet yours UGHH AND

HIM DOING THE SAME THING TO YOU everytime you’re not looking :(( like you talking nonstop with dina sometimes and he’s just giving you these soft hardcore hearteyes as he just zones in on you ,, everything around him seems to blur AnD omg

it would such a painful fuvking experience to witness all the time for his siblings to watch when they observe the two of you because neither of you EVEr make the first move-

it’s just this oh so slow dance the two of you do,,  it would be such an elephant in the room for everyone except the two of you that youre in love with one another because i just know- I KNOW you both probably always brush it off whenever someone says something about it because-

:(( neither of you :(( want to ruin the close relationship:(( the two of you have :(( like i can imagine enedina or even francisco asking ramon when he’s planning on asking you out because “esta enamorado” but :(( him always saying some shit like “no- es que no creo que ella me gusta a mi en esa manera” :(((((

and you saying something so similar whenever dina asks you about it AND IT HuRTS TO SEE but also so damn frustrating because you both would be so ignorant to the feelings when they are right in plain site in front of you both

wOw so in conclusion for ramon you would have this best friend relationship with unsaid feelings that is just ON THE CUSP OF BECOMING SOmething more :(( something lleno de amor but you two are too dumb to say shit

but :)))) on the other side of this path :)))) you have mayo :))) who you just met :)))

un pinshe caballeroso hombre tha t is actually not afraid to act on those said feelings

and ay no you know what is so shitty about this mf’s timing for ramons end?? that mayo recuperates your feelings right off the bat so there is an obvious connection of love between you two and its so much more obvious between you both that you actually notice mayo likes you and omg -

its exactly what mayo does and is doing that gets you in this situation in the first place because youre over here “getting your heart broken” over ramon because you dont know if he likes you the way you like him even tho its so damn obvious

and :)) then you run into mayo :)) who is just not hiding any feelings from you,, its so out in the open its what causes you to get closer to him and :))) feel like someone actually likes you :)) because you can see with the way mayo looks at you everytime and >:)))

ugh im sorry but just the thought of ramon???  este pinche morro that is such a ball of emotions (that is the definition everytime i even think about this mf sorry) in the span of 2 minutes if you give it to him like omg- am i wronG ??? NO I’m just speaking on what’s true

like take a minute here and just imagine- imagine with me the way he would react when realizes the one girl he likes so much he even considers cleaning up all his flaws for and settle down for - has un pretendiente ,,, that someone else other than him intends to conquistarte,, or in his mind take you away from him,,and ay no 

este cabron will move dirt and air just to make sure that doesnt happen because he would be so damn celoso and would be causing all the damn drama in this love triangle im sorry

but UgH ok moving on sort of ,, where did you meet mayo you may ask? i  will take you on this short trip real quick because you know what i imagine??

you probably meeting mayo somehow - someway when you’re out and about in tijuana running an errand or something-

or maybe ,,, maybe he even gets to first meet you :)) when he comes over to the arellanos house to discuss about their business :))) and that’s :)) where he sees you :))

because i like to imagine since the idea of you knowing ramon before knowing mayo is that it all came from this idea i thought of,,  imagining ,, you being a family friend you know?? ,,,

like maybe dina’s best friend or something but it just kind of wraps you into the family business which would connect to you being around the house multiple times it’s not even a rare sight for any of mons siblings to see you around :))

and its obvious from then on you become friends with ramon too :))

but anyways maybe let’s just say for the drama :))) youre chatting with enedina because benjamin would be talking with mayo :)))))

 and that’s when that poetic/storytelling idea of your wandering eyes comes to meet mayos while he stares at you :)))) his little smirk he gives you,, throwing you all these pinches miraditas every chance he gets when you look over at him,,

el pinche ramon during this whole time was staring off into space watching you with these little hearteyes because youre here,,, :) but then :) he sees you all of a sudden timidly smiling over enedinas shoulder,, someone that is def not him since he hasnt made his presence known and hes obviously not in the direction you seems to be looking off to

and :) thats when he lets his eyes follow your line of eyesight and see mayo- el pinshe mayo giving you the exact same smirk and all and omg

right at that moment ramon ?? doesnt even know- he cant even begin to process whatever the fuck he just witnessed between you two ?? 

because this was the very first time you and mayo essentially met even tho no words/first greetings were said so ?? how can you even give this mf a smile- a smile that you would always be giving mon and i - i just cant

and i am just sitting here imagining ramon thinking and just replaying that moment for the longest,, just attempting to brush it off as you probably just being nice and thats the end of it,, that his brain is just making things up when he even begins to think about you taking an interest in mayo y ayy no

but now after establishing this fine grounding i want to direct you all back to why we are here,, and i was just thinking,, going over different scenarios and such on why/where this love triangle begins to truly kick off

and :)) you know :)) what type of angsty/heart racing/“wrenching” idea came to me about this whole love triangle between them and you?—

the mere idea of ramon having this unsaid “label/advantage” towards you about this bs of “i saw her first therefore you have no damn right to take her from me”

bECAUSE WOW I COULD NOT EVen stop myself from imagining this rage/sadness this emotional mf would feel when he cant deny it anymore that mayo actually does like you

like oomg- the pure sight of seeing mayo truly taking this interest in you and ramon not only seeing that but ?? the fact that he sees you respONDING TO HIM ?? even after all this time ramon has had the biggest stupidest crush on you

like it just makes him so agitated he would not hesitate to break something to mimic his heart shattering in this very instant-

like after all this time ramon ?? In his mind thinking he was being outspoken on him liking you ?? BUT THEN HE SEE THIS SHIT and just how smoothly and easily mayo talks you up its just makes me want to scream until i break a vocal cord -

oh god- im just so sorry right now but its just that very idea,, of ramon having been pinning after you in the most dumbest/not very straightforward way,, even benjamin is like ?? ‘are you trying to drive her away?’ -

to just for mayo to come in out of nowhere and steal your attention away breaks him in more ways than one and wow-

its just the fact that mayo can easily talk his way with you from the very moment he went hearteyes on you 

while ramon,, this in love morrito,, feeling like hes in this helpless position because he doesnt even know where to begin with communicating how much he loves you so its straight forward to you gives me such A RUSH and i am signing my name down onto a deathbed for it-

and i just about lose it when i imagine this aggressive build up between ramon and mayo when they realize they both like you and the whole build up leading to the competition fully kicking off between them because of the constant attempts the both of them do to try and win you over giVES ME SO MUCH LiFe and ADRENaline i cannot even begin to form my words right to you all right now and im so sorry

and as i just said i feel like this whole thing would be a somewhat subtle build up in the beginning between the both of them,, like they know they both like you just from the simple interactions they both do and they way they even look at you

its kind of the first thing they notice right away ? that theyre not the only one trying to win you over -

and i feel like it just spirals from there,, they both are just going to one up the other the best way they can to gain your attention

and i just want to say you know what the first thing that popped up into my mind?? the way they would both react in a somewhat similar way but yet oh so differently when you tell them you cant go with them because youre busy with the other that same day wowW

like the thought of seeing this dark cloud forming in their eyes that is just full of anger and jealousy when either of them ask you to go out with them that same day only for you to say you cant because youre already going on a date with the other just brinGS ME TO My knees in sorry

and as i stated before they both would have different ways of reacting so now without further ado ill be showing you the first exhibit now-

and to start off with ramon,, i can just imagine this as some random day of the week,, him having this happy look on his face,,

his energy through the roof of just being content for once,, just his whole day already feeling like its going to be the best even before its over because :))

he hears you talking with dina somewhere :)) and hes already planning on asking and taking you out somewhere because he hasnt seen you since like last week because maybe youve been with mayo out and about :) getting closer :)) 

but ramon finally deciding to shoot his shot :) in his mind knowing you wont say no because he already has that advantage with you that i was talking about :)))) 

and ramon just wants a bit of your time because he misses you and he just cant get the words out to you so he just hopes this date he wants to take you on finally gives him the courage to say what he wants to say to you

and ugh - he just he knows if he doesnt move his ass sooner it will all be for nothing,, so :) when he gets the chance to get you all alone and ask you,, he feels right,, like theres no way youll say no

but he fucking knows,, he knows as soon as he sees your smile falter just as he gets the words out,, 

he wont like what you have to say because when you say “es que- no puedo mon, ismael me invito a salir con el, perdoname” all he hears is the ringing in his ears,, his face faltering as well,, him feeling his fists beginning to ball into tight fists and just looking away from you all frustrated but trying not to lash out when he registers what you said -

and i can just imagine him trying to act calm like it doesnt affect him at all but you know him,, you know how his body language reacts to things when he doesnt show it in his face and you can just tell hes on the verge of lashing out 

but before you can make it up to him or ask for like a raincheck hes already turning away from you,, jaw fuvking clenched, shoulders squared and just giving you a short but angry response like “no te preocupes, esta bien, vete con ese cabron si quieres” and oh my god,,,

he would be the one to make it known he hates seeing you go out with someone else,,

he just doesnt let it out for some reason instead he just lashes out and accidentally lets you know how emotional/angry he gets whenever you tell him you cant go out with him because youre already going with someone else y ayy no it would be so different to how mayo reacts because ill lead you now onto the second example here

i imagine the same thing going down with you and mayo,, like maybe just one day you bumping into him randomly or him coming to see you,, ready to ask you to come out with him somewhere in fuvking sinaloa because he wants to show you something -

but right when he finishes up and sees you nervously looking away,, searching for words to tell him,, hes already accepting the “no” about to slip from your lips and he can just feel the pang and hurt when you say “no voy a poder ismael, ramon me ofrezco llevarme a un lugar ese dia, perdon”

but instead of him directly showing you how “jealous” he is of ramon taking you somewhere,, he just nods his head in understandment,,, giving you a small smile and going “no te precoupes, todo esta bien, puedes salir con quien sea” :)) just not letting you feel bad about it

but really on the inside this mf is fuming that you would rather go with ramon than with him,, omg hes just the type to be the silent one,, not showing you how it affects him and lashing it out and wow ok

and i just - after presenting this little scenario between your interactions with them and how it affects the other with their bad timings they both would have when youre already going out with the other on a date just represents how i feel like they would react so differently and drastically

because as i said,, ramon would react in such an outspoken way,, always giving you the cold and harsh shoulder/reaction whenever he tries to ask you out but you tell him you cant because of mayo -

he just cannot seem to control his emotions enough to keep them in check in front of you and you definitely notice all the time he does it,,, 

ramon is just overall the downright emotional one in all of this

meanwhile with mayo i feel like he does have a reaction but it passes within the second that you barely/dont even notice it came across his face you know? hes the subtle one in contrast to ramons ass

because like i said when the time comes for him to ask you out on a date but ramon beat him to it,,, i just imagine this dark look pass in his eyes the moment you tell him and he becomes a bit tense in his spot,, but -

it all just passes over in the next second like it doesnt affect him at all since he just settles in giving you this small smile thats obviously not a genuine one but it covers al his emotions and hes just like “esta bien mi reina, pa’la otra no?”

and its just a much more reassuring reaction i would say since he doesnt make you feel bad about it even tho on the inside hes just burning to slam onto ramon for taking your time away from him and AUGHH i love this whole thing so much sorry

and for the longest of time,, this whole thing of them competing for taking you out before the other is such a regualr occurance and is happening every damn week 

and everytime somehow the both of them topping this date with the last one you had just continues like a back and forth game -

and just to add in another point here,,,, they would obviously have a different outlook in their style/vibe of dates you know?

like oh my goddd ,, im soRRy here but its just the thought of imagining ramon being the more desperate one in this whole scenario ??

just because of the fact hes apasionado but also the dread of this whole overall feeling he has because ?? why cant he just tell you he likes you ?? hes already been friends with you for the longest so whats wrong with him ??? and augh

meanwhile i can just picture mayo being the more laid back one,,, the one to not even drop a sweat in this whole process even when he finds out ramon likes you too?

just because i can imagine mayo being the type to focus entirely on woo’ing you within the first 5 minutes he has your attention/takes you out

and on the opposite spectrum ramon is over here being a chaotic mess with himself just thinking in his head how if he can fill up your schedule with these random ass dates he’ll have for you , it will give him the bigger hand over mayo since he wont be able to even get a chance to see you

like if you cant already see what im trying to say with that,,, its really just this big difference with their methods in dates with you ,,

because mayo is def the quality over quantity type of guy where he is without a doubt- a stress fucking free zone/vibe where hes pouring all these emotions and details from the most minimal to the most noticeable ways to get you to fall for him

hes into that detallista ,,, caballeroso mode where he would literally make himself remember all the shit you mention even if its just a a small side comment you make,,, he memorizes or should i say engraves that into his head to remember ,,

because all i can imagine is him knowing your favorite things/antojos like the back of his hand,, like if you mentioned you liked vasos de fruta or if you were craving one

hes over here with this dumbass smile,,, waiting for you like “mira lo que te traje, mi reina” just todo a tus pinches servicios ok? ok

but meanwhile ramons anxious ass gives me the quantity over quality type in this situation ,,, the exact flipped opposite from mayo because i feel like his thinking in this makes him believe that the more time he can be with you is the best way to get you to fall for him,, ,,

and im not saying ramon isnt being detallista,, he for sure is, but in a much more different way

hes more modernistic ya feel?? - like hes the type to be giving you jewelry and materialistic things

kind of just spoiling you with the most finest things this mf can find because :) his princesa :) deserves :) only the :) first class- top of the line of things :)))) and he lives by that y wow heh

and it just progresses from there, this whole dance keeps going back and forth so much that ,, your feelingssss for the both of them grow eachtime you spend time with one of them until you realize ??? that you actually like both them ??

ramon because youve always been around him,, and youve just always had harbored feelings for him but you never said anything because ? what if he doesnt look at you that way -

 but now youve just come to realize he actually does feel something for you because of all the recent dates/looks hes been giving you-

but then on this other end of the spectrum,, you resulted in accepting these dates with mayo who you met later on because you had no idea if ramon liked you,, but now here you are with mayo pulling all this shit with you,, showing you como es amar a una mujer with his detailed ass y ay no

but :)))) UGH :)) no one taLK to me because >:) imagine this with me will you? like the thought :) of the both of them :)) wanting to invite you :) as their :) date to dinas wedding :))))) COULD YOU IMAGINE THe absolute desmadre ??? wow ok

now listen,,,, i am going to be biased as a mf here because i love angst to no end because :)) knowing ramons hopeless in love ass :)) hes going to be just struggling to even form the right words to say to you so you can accompany him as his date to his sisters wedding because??

that would be such a step up in his relationship with you right?? and even more when he can gain even more points in his mind to beat mayo in winning you over -

so really in his mind hes just imagining how him inviting you to be with him to celebrate EL AMOR with his sister would be this big leap to somehow get across to you , “hey i want us -me and YOU- to be up at that same altar someday with eachother, totalmente enamorados del uno a otro y nadie mas”

AnD im FUVKING SOBBIng at the fact of ramon being so happy - literally vibrating for the wedding date to come up :) because theres nothing happier than asking this day even more special for him than wathcing his hermana get married but with you by his side and wow-

but :))) can you guess where im going with all of this ?? after establishing such a heartfelt moment with your ramoncito ???

mayos :)) ass having already :))) beat ramon to the punch :)))) by taking you as his date :))))) because i just know this smug cockblocker of a man :) would :)) have this shit laid out and ready to win at this whole scheme of winning you over :))) 

by being as romantic as possible in a fuvkin wedding ? where literal love is being celebrated :))) so ofc hes not going to let ramons “boy” ass win this time :)

but i just know - i feel it in my bones ramon would not be one to back down even if he couldnt ask you to accompany him in time because he has the heart for it,, hes not one to back down so easily when hes in love and petty :)

so even while he tries to be on his good behavior he cant help but let his eyes glance over to where you and mayo would be sitting during the ceremony in the church,, :(( 

feeling like hes getting punched in the gut watching you smile at mayo when you catch him looking at you,, or everytime he sees mayo inch closer to you to the point hes almost holding your hand :(( and omg -

ramons ass is not trying to fuck something up for dina’s big day so he just tries to look away while feeling his heart pang with hurt :(

him doing the exact same thing during the reception too,, as much as he wants to tear you away from hanging onto mayos arm,, and stop you from laughing at all these jokes hes telling you and instead make you laugh with him and not mayo he holds himself back and tries to look for a time when he can come and swoop in :(

but ramon can just feel it,, he knows if he doesnt interfere right now in these last hours the reception is going on for,, hes going to lose you to mayo,, because just seeing the looks and smiles you both give eachother lets him know mayo is about to make his move on you -

because while ramon is off in the distance sulking,, and looking on at the both of you,,, :) i can just imagine during all that time,, mayo finally asking you :) out to come out with him on his pinshe boat,, him telling you about this place he wants to take you right after the wedding ends:))

and with the way hes looking at you,,, his hand on top of yours :) you can feel that this “date” isnt going to be like any of the others hes taken you out on,,, :)

and ay no ,,, you know what? ramon being the emotional man he is not about to let that happen even if he cant clearly hear what mayo is asking you :) but if he can push to make his own move in time,, then so be it because,,,

i can just imagine him abruptly getting up,, head held high,, determination clear in the way he walks over to you both :))

and i cant - because the way i imagine ramon gently placing his hand on your back :)) a smug ass cockblocking glint in his eyes as he looks over at mayo whos trying not to let the agitation out in front of you as he looks back at ramon :)))

and ramon just looking between you both and settling his eyes on you like “quieres bailar?” but :) then letting his eyes go back to mayo in a small smile like “no te molesta verdad? nomas quiero bailar una cancion con ella” :)))))

and wowW youre already moving to get up because que tiene right? its just one song while you roll the question of whether you want to accept mayos request or not :))))

and as you kind of just let that sit in your mind,,, ramon already :) has his arm around you :),, his hold quickly tightening around you it knocks you out of your trance,,, his other hand holding yours as he just leads you two into matching steps :)))

and i can just kind of feel ? in that moment ramon has you close and alone/ far away from mayo ,, hes just tossing and turning the words he wants to finally get out to you,, 

but hes just trying to get the courage to say them up because he cant fuck up this time,, not when hes this close to getting what he wants

but as hes building himself up,, youre over here nervously biting your inner cheek,, deciding what the best choice for you is ,,,

but you :) looking up when you hear ramon let out a grunt,, his hand suddenly feeling so much warmer and the small anxious look he has making you about to question him whats wrong :)

but before you can get a word out,, hes just blurting out if you want to go with him to roxanne after the wedding :) como los viejos tiempos you both you used to have :) him definitely topping it off with something like “porfavor, te extrano princesa, dejame sonarte cuanto te necesito a mi lado, vente conmigo”

and omg,,,, in that instant everything kind of comes to a complete stop,, because here you have ramon right in front of you,, holding you like a lifeline and looking at you with his ojitos todo adoloridos,, asking and waiting for your answer

but you also have mayos question you had been reflecting on,, and everything is just toppling over you now because now you have to decide,, which of the two you want to accept

and you just know,,, with either choice you make as much as you find yourself loving them both,,,

either choice will make a downfall on your relationship with the other,, a collateral damage if you will,,

Because if you decide to decide to go with mayo :) who is watching you both from afar all tensed up and brooding,, but as soon as he locks eyes with you hes softening all of his features,, giving you this look like youre giving him the whole world just by sharing a glance with him,, :)

and you can just feel youre relationship with mayo is going to blossom into something so much more if you go with him that you know ramons emotional and apasionado ass would not be able to handle it

all because elegiste a mayo and you for sure wont be sticking around tijuana when you have sinaloa with mayo

but if you chose the other path,,, with ramon ,, whos just looking at you with this pleading face,, that if you decide to go with ramon to the club :),, with all this tension thats sitting between the two of you that its bound to explode any minute,,

and there just wont be a turned leaf with your relationship with mayo,, it ends there with him meanwhile your relationship ramon gets taken through a new door - y ayy no dios mio 

all you know is that time is ticking and you can only choose one of them while your relationship with the other forever ends there- 

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Hi there, lovely!

Could I possible get a Female Teen Reader (Reader is 16 maybe 17?) x President Loki HeadCannon?

I would LOVE a HeadCannon where the reader is Loki’s adopted daughter from his timeline, and what it would be like having President Loki as a Father! (would love if you included how things are BEFORE and AFTER they were pruned if possible!) ☺️❤️

President Loki as a Father

Reader: female | Platonic/fatherly- Loki

Type: headcannons

Note: You guys really love Marvel dads

Warnings:

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Well before he took you in you had a pretty crazy life. Typical on the run shit

When he met you it almost funny, he was hanging upside down in some rope.

"Heyya there sir. Just hangin around?"

God at first he hates you

But here comes bad guys and you kickin ass

That was his Que that a body gaurd may be helpful.

Like a body gaurd no one would expect type deal.

So he offers you a job

Sure why not? Not like You're really doing anything huge with your time anyways

It quick becomes more than just a body gaurd and employeer type relationship

The press actually thought you were his daughter at first

It was good for the press so you both set the bait.

People love presidents and kids, just one of those things

So now there you are walking in a matching pant suit, he even gave you a little head dress like his.

That was the first instance he actually looked at you as his daughter: as he was puting the golden horns on you, fixing you're hair around it

EW

UGH hes GROSSED OUT

KIDS!?

He won't admit it to anyone. ANYONE meaningfully about actually seeing you as a daughter

And instead of you being protective of him, like your job entils, he's standing infront of you instead

"What are you doing!?" Y/n argued.

"What am I doing!? What are you doing?!" He argued.

"Protecting you!" Y/n defended, "You know MY JOB?!"

oh-

His bad.

"Right but of course"

You find it extremely weird but do your job anyhow

Any cuts he's clean personally, being Extra careful with you as he dabs them with alcholol and wraps them.

Big dad energy

Invites you to fancy breakfast on the daily now: so much it becomes another day

Knows all your favorite foods, and makes sure there made daily for you.

Now you guys don't usually dont eat apart

Even if its just sitting on a floor as a snack after Press time.

You guys love sharing Animal Crackers

Kissing sounds if he sees you staring at a boy to tease you in all good fun.

When you meet the other lokis you were kinda shocked.

"Now which Loki are you?" The "main" Loki asked.

"Im not a Loki." Y/n told looking down at him.

"Odd. You are highly fashionable-"

"Aw thank you-"

President Loki getting upset? Oh absolutely you're his little girl

"Am I loki Material?" Y/n asked her Loki.

"Of course." He responded, "After all. The best is teaching you."

You liked your Loki alot more: speaking to other Loki's were just kinda off.

Still Alligator Loki? Superior to even your "Father Loki"

"Can I get a Pet when we go back!?"

"Yes. Sure whatever you want as long as it isnt that thing."

Ferret Loki? Now Achieved. You've got a ferret.

And it has little Loki horns too 🥺

Dad Daughter and Ferret Loki a go!

[hwasoup]

Tale As Old As Time

Playlist !!

art credit: Marbipa

OMG GUYS IM SOSOSO SORRY FOR SUCH A DELAY, COLLEGE REALLY DEVOURED ME IN THE MOMENT. AND TUMBLR REMOVED THE OPTION TO MAKE THE TEXT YELLOW...SO THE COLOR WILL NOW BE ORANGE. However, this is a double update week bc I owe you guys bc of your amazing patience with me!! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter

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Chapter 4: Dinner is served

However, in the village’s small tavern….

“UGH, WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS ?!” 

“Uhh Ben, chill out here you’re drunk.” Eddie says, while trying to take away his beer. Ben looks at Eddie extremely furious and annoyed “So? don’t you see that- that woman has messed with the wrong MAN ?!!” Eddie winces at his words a little and says “erm…. sure…let's say that she did.” Ben, who was moping in front of the tavern’s fireplace, takes another swig of his beer. “Dismissed, publicly humiliated, How DARE she! Nobody says NO to ME!” he says in a growl. Eddie sighs and rolls his eyes a bit and cracks his knuckles. “Well, you’re not a bad person... And besides forget her, you have tons of admirers in this tavern anyways” he says with a remark. Ben groans “Ugh, EDDIE LISTEN... My rustic cabin, my latest kill roasting itself on the fire, the children playing with the dogs ...and a pretty wife rubbing my feet…And what does Y/N say?? she says NO” he says throwing his beer into the fire.

The flame bursts a bit startling Eddie, but he proceeds to maintain his composure. “Listen to me ben…listen to the tavern…they’re all here because they’re admirers of you...” One man yells “NOBODY BITES LIKE BEN OR CAN WIN AT CHESS LIKE HIM” 

Another man yells “HE CAN EASILY WIN SPIT CHALLENGES” The tavern eventually comes together as they spew out all of their favorite qualities of ben. Especially the women, all of them gushed over his blonde hair, his brawn, his charm, and even his chest hair. (for some reason) Ben’s mood lifts and he smiles as he cheers along with the tavern of the glorification of his achievements and assets. People get together and eventually dance and drink as a small trio plays some music to add more to the cheerful atmosphere. Ben sits beside some ladies and brags about the number of eggs he eats in the morning. “TEN CHEERS FOR BEN RILEY !!” the tavern yells After a while of just fooling around, with a brightened mood Ben sits back in his lavish chair and looks at Eddie “that was very fun, thank you… but how come not a single woman has approached you?” Eddie chuckles and simply scratches his hair “well…I’ve been told I'm either too bored or too clingy .... I have no idea why though...” Ben just stares at him and clears his throat, looking back at the crackling fire.

Suddenly, the joy got sucked out of the room when Mauricio came waddling in tattered clothes, unruly hair, and barefoot. “SOMEONE, PORFAVOR QUE ME AYUDEN!!” The people in the tavern whispered to each other as they stared at him. Mauricio runs towards Ben and other customers in the tavern as he yells “SHE’S LOCKED IN A DUNGEON, EL LO TIENE CAPTIVA !!” 

A man asked, “but who?” Mauricio looks at this man with his eyes filled with fear “...who?... WHO?? MY DAUGHTER Y/N< WE HAVE TO GO SAVE HER NOW !!” Ben raises an eyebrow and looks at Eddie as he tries to stifle a laugh, not believing his words. He gets up and approaches Mauricio and pats his back “calm down Mauricio, now tell me… who is it that has Y/N locked in a dungeon?” 

“UN MONSTRUO! A BEAST !!” 

Crickets could be heard in the entire tavern as it went silent… 

The entire tavern bursted into laughter at the idiocy of his words. 

“Lemme guess! He’s a huuuggee BEAST.” 

“HE’s got an UGLY MOUTH WITH TEETH” Mauricio in his fears nods his head vigorously as he confirms each person’s questions about his so-called ‘beast’. He looks around and trips and falls on the wooden floor “Will you help me?” he asks with tears in his eyes.  Ben rubs his chin as he rolls his eyes as he decides to say something sympathetic to him “alright, alright, Mauricio relax, we’ll help” Poor Mauricio looked up with hope in his eyes as he thanked Ben for his courage to step up and help him. It didn’t last too long since he shortly got thrown out of the tavern by the owner due to his “madness.” 

Little did he know that Ben was already devising a plan with Mauricio’s plea for help…that may or may not have to do with marrying his daughter.

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On the other hand in the Castle..

After what seemed to be a few hours after that nasty confrontation with Miguel, A starving Y/N emerges from her room. She looks around as to see if she would see Miguel, but she ultimately decides that he has very much retired to his room. Wherever it may be. As she walked down the halls, she didn't notice the sound of giggling coming from behind a curtain.

“Miles nooo, stay away” 

“Ok but I just wanna hug, Gwen” “Miles, the last time you hugged me, you literally burned my feathers” she says with a sigh. Miles sighs and just pouts “It’s not my fault you got turned into a feather duster, ok?” Gwen rolls her eyes and chuckles at his antics. Miles then looked up as he heard the sound of footsteps and his flame burst a bit more “Hey look !!” he says pointing at Y/N “she emerged !!” He left Gwen in a hurry as he quickly hopped his way to Y/N as he followed her to the kitchen. In the kitchen, Peter was putting Mayday to sleep in the cupboard. Once she fell asleep, Peter closed the cupboard only to spot the cook, who was angrily huffing his stove top with fire as he whined over his cooking going to waste. Peter sighed “shh, come on I just put the little one to sleep, it’s been a long day.” Lyla however hops in and sighs “Honestly, I think she was just being headstrong, I mean...Miguel did say PLEASE” Peter sighs and says, “Really Lyla? you know that Miguel has a temper…and if he doesn’t control it, things won’t work out for him.” 

They were interrupted when Y/N walked in. “Hey, you showed up, a little late but that counts!” Peter says. Lyla turns around and greets her “Hello, I don’t think we properly introduced ourselves, I'm Lyla, you already know Peter of course, and in the back over there trying to get everyone in check is Jess and-” Miles butted in the conversation as he smiled at Y/N “and I’m Miles, nice to meet you senorita” he says wiggling his eyebrows. Jess waddled over smiled at Y/N “If you need anything to make your stay more comfortable just tell us honey” “Well ....I am hungry,” Y/N says with a sheepish smile. Peter grins and starts directing the kitchen to quickly cook something up for her. Lyla escorts her to the dining room, while Jess sighs “ok, but we have to be as quiet as possible, or else Miguel will flip. Miles just hops around happily as he says “aw come on, we gotta get Pav here! Actually, Imma go get him” he says as he hops off out the kitchen. 

A little while later, Miles came back with a large piano, “come on Pav, you haven’t played for someone in forever!” Pav smiles as he warms up quickly playing his keys “yep i’m all good” Jess walks in and spots him “Please…play quietly” Pav looks at Jess with the biggest stank face he has gave her “oh no yea..sure..softly… are there ANY more tasteless remarks to my artistry?” Jess says no and walks off back into the kitchen. In the dining room, Y/N was quietly sitting until she saw Miles come up to the table with a smile. He signals to Gwen who’s hovering over the window with a mirror to create a form of stage lights. Pavitir is playing his tunes, and Miles looks at her and smiles happily “It is our pride and pleasure that we all welcome you here tonight. Stay seated in your chair as you relax, enjoy what you see, as the dining room proudly presents…. your dinner!” Y/N smiles in amazement at all of the food that has been placed on the table, she had never seen so many foods from different regions in such a long time. If she had to be honest, it was better than the cooking she had seen from the local restaurant back at the village. She was handed a napkin by Miles, and she took it and placed it onto her lap to catch any food that would hypothetically stain her dress and fall to the floor. Each dish was kind enough to explain to her what each dish was. She had some gray stuff, Beef ragout, Chilaquiles, Asopao de Pollo, Arepas, Mofongo, Congri, Tequenos, Tostones, Pupusas, Camarones al ajillo, Quesadillas, and even Enchiladas. She had never tasted such a culinary cabaret in her life before. As Y/N ate, she chatted with Miles for a bit as he told her how it has been 10 years since they had a guest like her. She chatted with Gwen a bit and found out she’s the feather duster that snuck into her suite while she was busy crying to collect the dust that was piling up. She learned that Lyla is actually a relative of Miguel and learned about all the staff as well. Y/N found herself creating a friendly bond amongst the staff as she happily ate to her heart’s delight. Peter came in after a while on his serving cart with some tea for her to drink “one lump or two?” he asked. Y/N giggled “Just one please” She takes a cup and sips it as she sighed in content as the soothing flavor of the tea. 

After Y/N ate her fill she clapped in awe “this was wonderful, please give my compliments to the chef!” Jess smiled at her from a distance and looked at her minute and hour hand. “Oh dear, look at the time…it seems to me we should all get some sleep” She approaches Y/N and tries to escort her back. “Oh, but Jess…after such a meal, I can’t just go to sleep, besides it is my first time in such an enchanted castle...” Jess nervously laughed and looked around trying to divert her attention, “oh why who would say such a thing..I mean-” Lyla hopped in and heard what they said “Yyyyyeeeaaa…. totally not enchantteeeddd” she says to Y/N. Jess turns around to look at l

Lyla and muttered “it better not have been you” Lyla looked at her in shock at her accusations and was definitely going to retaliate until Y/N diffused the situation. “Oh guys please…I figured it out myself...” she says with a smile. She then gets up from the chair and approaches the door “I hope you both don’t mind If I look around, if that’s okay” Lyla perked up and hopped to her “wanna tour girlie ?” “AH AH AH…. we can’t let her... She might you know... go someplace else?” Jess says sternly. Y/N giggles as she looks down at Jess’s frown “aww come on, I bet you know a lot about the castle…how about if you tell me all about it?” Jess sighs as she gives in “alright then...”  —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

An hour later…

Jess was happily giving her knowledge of the castle, adding her expertise and explaining how old the castle truly was. She gave some stories on how she lived in the castle, as well as her years of service. Y/N looked around in awe as she marveled at each painting and each intricate design of the castle. It might have looked scary at first, but now that she’s taking a closer look. The castle itself is truly beautiful.  They passed by a hall of empty armor, each head turning around to take a peek at Y/N, finding her curiosity quite charming. Jess heard the squeaks of the rusty armor and turned around and with a silent hiss “Turn Around”

She looked back to her direction and noticed that Y/N was nowhere to be seen. Jess wanders around until she spots her trying to go up the west wing. “Lyla damnit go stop her !” Lyla notices and hops as quickly as she could to stop Y/N from going any further, Jess running along behind her. The two eventually reach Y/N and stand in front of her making halt gestures. “What’s up there?” she asked. Sheepish smiles were both seen on both women’s faces as they try to make up some excuses.

 “Oh nothing there just storage, Rubbish, Dusty, Boring, absolutely nothing in the west wing” Lyla says Y/N chuckles as she was able to trick them and says in a coy voice “Oh so THAT'S, the west wing” Jess groans in frustration and looks at Lyla “nice going idiot...” Y/N keeps on staring up the stairs as she wonders what Miguel is truly hiding in the west wing.  The two women then started blabbering as they started to try and convince her to go and see the library. She nods and slowly follows them until she notices that they sped so quickly that they were almost down the hall. She took this opportunity and quickly tiptoed up the stairs and into the West Wing.

The more she went up the stairs, the more she noticed how the hallway had cracks, claw marks, shattered mirror pieces, and broken gargoyle statues. Y/N looked around a little concerned and debated if she should stop. However, her curiosity got the best of her nature, and she kept on going. She eventually made it to the top and walked down a hall to two double doors. “This must be Miguel’s room” she whispered to herself. Y/N looks back behind her just in case Jess followed her but didn’t see anyone. With a deep breath she slowly opened the doors and walked in to see an almost dilapidated room. Everything was broken or at least about to shatter. “Probably from his anger issues” she says softly to herself. After walking inside and looking around she spots a portrait, she slowly approaches it to see claw marks on it. She couldn’t make out who the man painted in the portrait is, but she could tell that he was handsome, but what struck her the most was his piercing crimson eyes. 

She then turned around to notice the window completely open and a table with a mirror and a beautiful glowing rose. Amazed at its beauty she took the glass encasing off of the rose and watched how it sparkled, it was mesmerizing. Y/N then reaches a hand to touch the rose but stops as she feels a shadow loom over her. She looked up and gasped in shock to see Miguel.  He angrily huffed at her and snarled as he quickly made his way to reach for the rose’s glass encasing and protectively covered it. Miguel then slowly looked at Y/N with such rage in his eyes and blocks her from the rose “Porque Viniste” Y/N slowly stepped back as she raised her arms to protect herself from harm without realizing. “I’m..I’m Sorry” she says softly. Miguel growled and rolled his eyes “Sorry? I warned you to NEVER COME HERE” Y/N flinched and moved back even more “I didn’t mean any harm; I Apologize if I offended you” Miguel enraged clenched his paw into a fist “DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU COULD HAVE DONE?” He takes his anger on a broken chair and punches it. “I- No, Please, stop” she said worriedly. 

“LARGATE DE AQUI” 

Y/N didn’t hesitate and ran out as quickly as she could. Miguel raged and punched anything in his sight that was breakable in his room. His eyes widened as he realized he scared her off again. His heart ached at his own actions, and he lowered his head in shame feeling just awful about himself and worried for her...

Y/N on the other hand has made a run for it and somehow found her coat as she was running down the stairs. Miles was playing chess with Pav and spotted Y/N running “HEY, Y/N!! Where are you going ?!” Y/N looked back at them and fearfully said “Promise or not, I can’t stay here for another minute!” She left the castle and, in a hurry, looked around for the stables and found her dear old Felipe, despite the heavy blizzard that was occurring outside she managed to saddle him up and rode him away and out of the castle grounds into the black forest. 

After a while of horseback, she realized that she had no idea where to go, everything was covered in snow. Felipe whinnied and panicked as he fidgeted left and right where to go. Y/N tried to calm the horse down but gasped in terror when realizing there was a pack of hungry and vicious wolves ready to hunt them for their next meal. Felipe regained his control and immediately turned back to the castle’s direction to run away from the wolves. Y/N grasped tightly onto the reins and tried maneuvering Felipe through the woods. The wolves nipped at Felipe’s legs, and he would only run faster. Y/N was hyper focused in getting away that she didn’t completely register the frozen lake in front of her. The two fell in with a splash in the icy water, Y/N kept on holding onto the reins and Felipe quickly swam to the other side, the wolves still following behind. Eventually the other half of the pack caught up to both Y/N and Felipe in the front and spooked them, Y/N fell off the horse’s back and Felipe’s reins got stuck onto a tree branch. 

Y/N quickly got up from the snowy ground and found the nearest thick stick that she could find and stood in front of Felipe to help protect him. She swung the stick left and right, battling the canines on her own, but the stick was split in half when one of the wolves' sharp teeth gnawed into it. Y/N stood there in shock not knowing what to do..she was about to get eaten along with her beloved horse. A wolf leaped out of nowhere and took a bite of her coat, throwing her off her balance and making her fall to the ground. She screamed in terror, as another wolf leaped at her ready to bite. Until she heard a loud thud from the wolf’s body and a loud roar. She looked up and saw Miguel who stood beside her and protected her with his large body on top of her. He then jumped away from her leading the wolves far from her reach and fought them on his own, he scratched, bit, he harmed, and almost killed. 

The wolves, intimidated by his dominant presence, whimpered and scurried away from him.  Miguel let out one final growl until he looked directly at Y/N, his eyes showed relief that she was fine, but quickly rolled behind his head as he weakly fell down onto the cold icy ground. He was bleeding with many bites and scratches from the wolves. He panted heavily as the pain from his wounds slowly enveloped him. Y/N was going to take advantage to run away but stopped…she would be no better than a crude human to leave him out there. He saved her life…and she owed him. She slowly walked away from Felipe and kneeled down to Miguel and whispered. “Hey, I know it hurts…but you have to help me...” 

She was able to somehow get Miguel to stand up and mount the horse. His body however limped on it as he was too weak to sit properly on the horse. Y/N bit her lip in worry as she took off her coat and wrapped it over Miguel’s wound. 

Y/N slowly united Felipe’s reins from the tree branch and slowly led him back to the castle.

With the beast on his back.

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[jaeyunluvs]

you’re mine - aron piper

Requested by @fashphotolife : yeah just like a hot jealous aron bc like ugh that’s probably hot 🥵Not really a specific request but just like a hot jealous aron Piper imagine

A/N: AHH I LOVE JEALOUS IMAGINES!!!!! Thank you so much for requesting! I saw many people doing the jealous interview thing, like buzzfeed interviews and stuff, it’s gonna be similar to that !

disclaimer: i don’t know any of these people personally, i made some characters up! english is my second language so please let me know if i have mistakes! :) also poor spanish, i’m sorry profesor

note: im sorry i used starbucks, pls don’t sue me that’s the only international coffee brand i can remember!  it’s unedited :))

word count: 1,5K

warnings: none but hot jealous aron is on his way ;) oh and crappy writing :’)

gif creds to @piperaron​ - <3

“Y/N! Come on! We’re getting late!” Your boyfriend Aron warned you at the phone. He was downstairs, waiting for you. You were getting prepared for the live interview with the Elite cast, including you. 

“Okay, okay!” you said on the phone and closed. You wore a white elegant dress and kinda revealing but you didn’t mind cause you looked amazing. When you ran downstairs you saw a curly head in a car, looking in your direction.

“Wo-w, hola carina” He stared at you, breathless. 

“hi babe!” You get in the car and kissed him on the lips. He still stared at you so you decided to speak up.

“earth to Aron! you there?” you stared at his brown eyes filled with love. He blushed and looked away kinda embarrassed.

“Lo siento amor you’re just to beautiful!” Now it was your turn to blush. He giggled, placed a kiss your lips and started the engine.

You wanted to stop and get coffee on your way. Aron wanted to come to get coffee with you. It was your local starbucks shop.

“Do you remember our first date was here?” Aron asked. You glanced and felt the nostalgia. 

“You were super nervous I can’t believe how you changed so much.” You answered smiling. He managed to laugh.

“Maybe you’re the reason why I’m changed” He stared at you. You giggled at his cheesiness.

“Hi can I get your order?” You and Aron were interrupted by a good looking employee asking for your order.

“Hi, can I get a Latte Macchiato please?” you asked.

“What’s your name?” He asked, looked like smiling.

“Y/N” you said not caring enough.

“I like your name just a pretty name for a pretty lady” he said not caring about the guy next to him. 

You were taken aback by the compliment with saying a simple thank you without emotion but before you could say anything more, Aron pushed you to his side, can’t tell that you guys are dating because you weren’t public.

“Careful big guy, she has a boyfriend and I’ll kick anyone’s ass if I see someone flirting with her.” He was raising his voice. You hold him down.

“Aron, Aron stop, stop, chill” you looked at him you knew he gets calmer when he looks you in the eyes. When he calmed down, you ordered for him. The poor barista was watching you guys on shock and fear. 

You paid and mouthed a sorry for his actions. He didn’t say anything just a weak smile. You hated when there’s a fight. 

Then you got your orders and when you were leaving Aron shouted. “My eyes on you” to the poor barista and he got so guilty in front of his customers.

You punched him in the arm. “Aron what the fuck? He was a poor boy, and we’re not public you know this is so normal.” You stated. Aron didn’t look at you just walked into the car.

“He can’t just flirt with a random girl especially you!” You held him by his wrist. 

“You know you’re the only guy for me right?” You looked at him with a serious expression. He managed to have a weak smile then continued to ride.

When you were on the interview set, Ester and Danna ran to you. 

“Hola bebe, we should get prepared. Hola Aron, go to the boys room.” Danna said. You waved your hand as a signal of saying “bye” and he did the same. The cast didn’t know you guys were a thing either.

You met the other female cast mates and had your make up artist prepare you. After preparing all the cast got into a room and sat around. You and Aron sat next to each other obviously. 

“Hello ColaStation watchers, I’m Amell Wilson and today, I’m here with the elite cast! we’re going to read fan messages and play “Who’s most likely to?”. Here we go!” He said cheerfully. 

Everyone introduced themselves and the interview started with “Who’s Most Likely To?” 

“Who’s most likely to be single?” Everyone pointed you and Aron. You both laughed. Amell, the interviewer smiled too.

“Who’s most likely to be rule a fashion company?” Most of the cast pointed you and you blushed. “You have a great taste in fashion, carina” Omar said, you thanked him by blowing him a kiss. One of a sudden, interviewer Amell commented “You do have a great taste in fashion Y/N you look beautiful.” He said. 

Aron was startled by this comment and you noticed this but ignored it because everyone was here.

You played the game for awhile, laughed, had fun together. By the interview continued you could see Amell watching you. Aron noticed and cleched his fists but couldn’t do anything.

You eventually had a break after the first game. The cast divided, but most of them went to outside to smoke, including Aron. You and Danna, went to restroom and the preparation room before going back to Aron’s. While you were waiting for Danna outside, you saw Amell approaching you. Oh no you thought yourself.

“Hi Y/N”

“Hello?”

“Umm so I-” Amell was interrupted by Danna. Thankfully because you were getting kinda uncomfortable and you hated making Aron like this

“¿Qué es lo que pasa aquí?” Danna came and tied her arm into yours started walking. 

“No lo se, he came and talk to me.” You made sure. Your look on your face was explaining and Danna trusted you so she didn’t make a scene.

Meanwhile in the smoking session, the boys were talking about how Amell looking at you.

“No lo se porque pero, Amell can’t stop staring at her.” Miguel claimed.

“Yeah it is getting kinda weird” Alvaro started a little laughter. Aron wasn’t paying attention, jealousy was burning inside of him.

“Imagine Y/N, one of the most beautiful girl in the world not being single. I can hear the people crying.” Omar said. Aron just smiled and smirked.

“Like Y/N would date him.” Aron said sarcastically. Everyone looked at Aron and noticed how angry he was. They knew something was behind this.

After thirty minutes, the cast turned back to do the last activity, anonymous fan comments on the actors.

It started with Ester. 

“ ’Ester Exposito is literally queen she’s my idol.’ Awhh thank you.” She blew some kisses to the camera.

“’ Alvaro is so underrated, he is a great actor. Keep up! Love you!’ Thank you so much I love you too!” Alvaro smiled.

“ ‘Aron Piper is that lucky guy to make out Omar. Don’t you think? I’m jealous.’” Omar just laughed and mouthed a thank you.

“’ Aron is literally every girls’ celebrity crush at this point. Thank you Elite creators.’” Aron just smiled and thanked at the comment. When they handed the box over you, Amell continued to stare at you.

“’Y/N is that girl that I would literally die for, I’m so happy she’s single can you marry me?’“ 

“Hahaha he’s kinda right!” Amell laughed and added. And this was the end of Aron’s patience. He couldn’t help but said,

“Too bad she has a boyfriend” He laughed grasping your hand quickly.

Everyone in shock, can’t say anything.

“I KNEW IT!” Itzan shouted

“ALVARO GIVE ME MY 50 EUROS” Jorge said laughing.

You looked at them in shock not knowing what’s going on. Alvaro groaned and gave him the 50 euro bill.

“We get into a bet, I knew you guys we’re dating” Jorge showing you the bill.

“Honestly, it couldn’t have been more obvious but I’m still mad you didn’t tell me” Danna said pouting.

“You guys are so cute together.” Mina said. You were so happy with all the comments you were receiving by the cast. Their blessings were really important. 

“Now, that it’s public, take your eyes off of my girlfriend.” Aron growled at Amell. You can see he was getting scared. They stopped the live and some advertisements to calm down Aron.

“Okay Aron, I think we should end this live and go.” You said holding him. He looked at you, he couldn’t stand your eyes.

After a break, everyone turned back to the interview, but it was super awkward. Amell couldn’t look at any of you.

“Thank you for the dearest elite cast, and thank you for watching. Don’t forget to like and subscribe for more of this content!” Amell said and the turned the camera to the cast to say goodbye.

Aron waved and immediately kissed you on the lips. Everyone was cheering. When you ended the kiss and live, your phone blew up from all of your friends and family.

Sister: ARE YOU DATING ARON? HOW?

Best friend: It’s funny how I know it and everyone’s getting crazy hehe

Brother: I’M GOING TO KICK HIS ASS 

You laughed at all the messages you’ve been receiving, especially your best friend’s. 

After the interview, Danna hold you and forced you to explain everything and all the details about you and Aron. 

“SPILL THE TEA!” Danna shouted.

“Umm so we started dating 3-4 months ago...” You continued to explain while watching everyone’s jaw dropped. For a little while later, Aron came smirking to you.

“Hey ladies, mind if I steal mi novia, for a minute?” 

“No Aron, ella es nuestras amiga.” fought Claudia laughing.

You smiled at girls “I’ll be back in 5″ and they continued to talk.

Aron held you close, holding your hand, pulling you to his side. 

“You’re mine. And no one can ever take you away from me.” He said whispering to your ear with a serious tone. “Especially a guy like A- what Ameelllo?” He said making you laugh with a funny tone this time

“Congrats Aron, you ruined the moment. I said it once, I’ll say it forever, don’t worry bebe, another guy like ‘Ameeellooo’ could never make me crazy like you do. ” 

[myblueeyedbuggers]

My Boys

Chapter 10

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count:1843

Warnings: Slow Start, Language.

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change.

Annnddd I’m back! so I know it’s been a while since the last update and I just wanna thank you all for having patience with me while I finished up with college, just a warning this chapter may feel a little awkward to read due to me just getting back into my writing mind so apologises in advance for this one. Anyways I’ll quit blabbering, Enjoy everyone! :)

This was my day of reckoning, my punishment for all the bad deeds I’d done over the past couple of years…I was finally being sent to school. Okay maybe that was a tad dramatic, but can you blame me? I mean who wants to be trapped in a building against their will for 7 hours straight learning about dead guys?! No sane person would willingly agree to that crap!

I’ve tried just about everything to avoid my approaching doom, hell I even went as far as hiding in the basement surrounded by cobwebs to try and get out of this, but as per usual neither Steve or Bucky took mercy on me, hence why in currently trapped between the two. “You are aware I’m perfectly capable of walkin’ by myself aren’t ya? The looping of the arms is not needed boys” I swear down these two are being more annoying than usual, and I didn’t think that was humanly possible cause these two are basically the living embodiment of annoyance. Steve turned and raised his eyebrows at me, shaking his head as he let out a small laugh, “Yeah there’s absolutely no way I’m fallin’ for that again, last time that happened it look me and Buck an hour to get you outta that tree”. Ah crap there goes that plan.

I’m pretty sure the noise I made wasn’t even human, it was a mix between a seal and a possessed monkey “I’m not gonna get outta this am I?” “Nope” and que another frustrated groan. “Is this payback for the time I placed that bucket of flour above your bedroom door and watched the both of you turn into ghosts? If it is then I want you to know I regret nothin’” both of them stopped and glared at me, for some reason they didn’t find that as funny as I did, and I have no idea why. Okay whatever you do y/n don’t laugh, even if Steve’s face looks like a slapped arse don’t laugh! A snicker slipped past my lips and a few seconds later I was full on laughin’.  Goddamn it.

Both of em just let out a bunch of sighs and started draggin’ my butt along the street, wait there’s somethin’ I haven’t tried yet…in hindsight this is completely stupid but screw it. “OH MY GOD LOOK A SPACESHIP!” I’m pretty sure poor Bucky jumped outta his skin, Steve ended up trippin’ up and falling down, I’ll admit that I felt bad about but hey may plan worked! So why am I still standin’ there?… maybe we try this thing called running y/n! I quickly pulled my arm away from Bucky and used my new-found freedom to run in the opposite direction of them, I could hear the shouts of protest from the both of them, so I decided to kindly ignore them and absolutely leg it.  “GODAMMN IT Y/N! THIS IS THE FIFTH TIME THIS MORNIN’!” when were the boys gonna catch on that I didn’t wanna go? Do I need to prepare a firework show and blast it in their faces or somethin’…probably.  

I know I probably shouldn’t be smiling, but the feeling of the wind flowing through my hair as my feet hit the ground made me feel free, after so many years I could finally begin acting my age and enjoy my childhood. I finally felt content with my life, which is probably the opposite of what I should be feeling at this moment in time, considering I was currently making my grand escape. And to completely honest I’ve got no bloody clue as to where I am. I glanced behind me to see where the hell those idiots were, to my surprise Steve was directly behind me, Buck was somewhere in the back holdin’ his knee and I’m guessing the daft sod decked it. Why am I not surprised? Okay maybe I should of kept my mouth shut cause literally a second later my foot tripped over a rock and, you guessed correctly, I landed on my ass for the thousandth time!

“Sh*t! Cr*p! B*lls! That f**king hurt!” and that ladies and gentlemen is my fine command of the queens English, a groan of pain made me loose my train of thought as I turned my head to Steve, to put it simply he was laid flat on his back with his eye closed. Well there’s the rush of guilt I’ve been waiting for, “Sh*t Steve I’m sorry, you okay down there tough guy?” I quickly offered him my hand to help him up, I mean it’s the least I could do. Steve’s hand grabbed mine, a not so quiet grunt of pain made me feel even worse, quick question why am I such an assh*le at times? “Yeah, I’m fine y/n, don’t worry about it you know for a fact I’ve had worse” a quiet sigh left my lips as I brought him in for a hug, which was a tiny bit awkward due to the height difference. Once we pulled away from each other, I couldn’t supress the need to check him for anymore injuries, much to Steve’s embarrassment and Bucky’s amusement, “Jesus I’m gonna have to start wrapping ya up in blankets and pillows, Steve how the hell did you manage to get a bruise on your ear?!”

The sudden gasp behind me pretty much answered the question for me, it’s safe to say barney boy is in trouble…for the first in my life Bucky looks pretty f**king terrified of me, perfect. Slowly I started inching towards him, the glare I was sending him would probably make a demon cry for his mum…so yeah imma go kill the boy. I didn’t even have to say anything, he just started runnin’, “IT’S NOT MY FAULT HE STOLE MY FR**KING PUDDIN’ AND THE PUNK KNOWS I LOVE MY PUDDIN!’” YEP DEFINITELY KILLIN’ HIM “HE IS A SMALL AND GENTLE BOY HOW IN THE NAME OF HELL CAN YOU EVEN THINK OF LAYIN’ A HAND ON ‘IM?!” god this sounds like a bleeding soap opera.

 At this point I wouldn’t be surprised of someone called the cops on us, all everyone woulda seen was a big lad runnin’ for his life as a small lass tried to murder him while a smaller lad ran after the pair yellin’ for em to quit it.  Now that I think about, that’s actually hilarious. Wait, where was I? ah yes the murdering of one James Barnes…okay that is not a normal sentence I am aware. “HE.STOLE.MY.PUDDIN’! THAT A CRIME WORTHY OF DEATH!” oh for f**ksake “HOW THE HELL DO YA KNOW IT WAS HIM?! DID YOU NOT THINK IT COULDA BE BECCA?!” I think he made a sudden realisation, cause the dumbass stopped running and BOOM I was on the freakin’ floor. Again. We both groaned, mine was mostly in annoyance more than anything, but seriously the bloody floor is quickly becoming me best mate! “…. It just dawned on me that that could be a possibility…” if my neck twisted any quicker I’m 100% sure that I’d end up doin’ that weird owl thing “Oh now you realise?! Ya gonna say sorry to Steve or not?” a few seconds of silence gave me my answer. “Don’t give me that look y/n! I ain’t doing s**t till I’ve got some evidence so he’s still under my list of suspects!” oh my Jesus Christ this is gonna be the day I get arrested for murder isn’t it?

“Barnaby…you have exactly five seconds to run for your life so I highly recommend you get your affairs in order and kiss ya ass goodbye” oh hey look at that I didn’t yell at him! Well done me I’m so proud! “could you two quit trying to kill each other for 5 minutes?! We’re already late enough as is it and I ain’t explainin’ to the teacher why Buck’s outta it on the floor!” my f**kin god Steve just yelled! At me! why do I never have a camera when this s**t happens?  “Jeez, alright I’ll murder him later, calm your damn t*ts Rogers” and cue the sound of barely contained frustration in 3,2,1….

“I’m beginning to get the feelin’ that you don’t like me y/n” oh really? I wonder what gave that away “wow you catch on quickly don’t ya Barnaby?” by the looks of things I’m really doing wonders for his ego, buck’s head looks like it’s gotten smaller so the risk of him turning into a hot air balloon’s gone down. The feeling of a pair of eyes glaring at the back of my head once again reminded me that the blonde boy was quickly getting tired of our crap, my worst fears were confirmed once I met Steve’s surprisingly intimidating glare…how he manages to be both adorable and beyond f**king terrifying is a mystery to me. “Okay I’m comin’ just stop staring at me like I just murdered your kitten!” and the little s**t has the nerve to smirk and look pleased with himself, ugh he’s been hanging ‘round me and Bucky too long that’s for sure.

“Ya know Buck and you are gonna be the death of me” right do I be offended or pleased with that statement? “actually, if anything it’s gonna be the pair of you that send me to an early grave cause god knows the both of ya don’t know how to stay outta trouble” two muffled sounds of protest came from my left and from behind me, “what’s that supposed to mean?!” once again the point has been missed “do you really wanna know the answer to that? I’ve got my report and presentation ready on how you two are a pair of numpties”.

Maybe that was a tad harsh…okay wait never mind it seems I’ve learned how to fly again with the assistance of one James Buchannan Barnes. “this is coming from the girl who can’t walk five feet without fallin’ over somethin’?” as much as I hate to admit it the walking embodiment of frustration and annoyance has a point “what you call fallin’ I call floor hugs, now how about you pUT ME DOWN FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!” wait when did Steve walk off? See this is what happens when an overgrown ape demands attention. I don’t even have to look at Buck to know he’s givin’ me that look that says, “what the hell?” and “I’m not surprised by this” at the same time, “Nah I don’t think that’s gonna happen doll” the temptation to kick ‘im where the sun doesn’t shine is too much to bare for me at this point. “And you wonder why I love Steve more that you” Buck’s face kinda looked like someone just shoved a whole lemon in his mouth, I’m almost certain that he woulda dropped me on my ass if it wasn’t for the fact that Steve came over and dragged us both through the gates of hell.

This is gonna be so much fun!……said no-one ever.  

Okay…maybe it didn’t suck as much a thought it did, hopefully my skills as a writer will come back for the next couple of chapters XD Thanks for reading ! :)

Rose xxx

[xeo-kunsatan]

Beast Choices Chapter 2. Woman Tears

Betrayus and Muriel have passed a lot of time together in their department next to Yūu, as well their works were too hard for them, living them completely tired.

The Summer was starting and Muriel and Betrayus really needed vacations.

Muriel: God damnit... I'm so tired...

Betrayus: me too... Ugh...dude, don't think we need vacations?

Muriel: that's so obvious....

Betrayus: y-yeah.. but sadly we don't have any fucking money to pay for a trip....

Muriel: yeah...

Someone knocks the door.

Muriel: i'll go..

She opens the door and finds that it was the delivery man with a letter for Muriel.

Kevin: Are you the Ms Muriel Plizetxki?

Muriel: ahm yes.

Kevin: this is a letter for you, it was send by the Mr Marlos Plizetxki, *gives the letter to Muriel*.

Muriel: ... Thank you sir..*holds the letter tightly*...

Kevin: have a good day *he leaves*

Muriel:*closes the door*... Dad....

Betrayus: Hey Mury, what is it?.

Muriel: *Opens the letter and takes a million dollars from it*...It's Money... A lot of money.

Betrayus: Wow, really!? Let me see.

He takes a look to the letter without noticing Muriel's shocked expression.

Betrayus: Holy shit! a Million dollars!? This is enough to all a travel around the world or to buy a own house, oh this has a note too!, seriously..Who send this to you Muriel!?? *notices Muriel*

Uhm... Mury? Are you okay?...

Muriel; It's nothing.. my father send this money for me.

Betrayus: that's a good thing Muriel but why are you so blue?.

Muriel: it's just.... My Dad and me we had a hard relationship..

Betrayus: Ow... Ahm you want to talk about it?..

Muriel: it's okay.. at least We have money to our Cool Ass vacations!

She said it with a brilliant tone hiding something strange inside her, Betrayus knew that something was wrong with Muriel but he didn't wanted to force her to speak.

Betrayus: well, if you say so.. what place we can visit?

Muriel: i don't know...

Betrayus: hmm... I would like to visit a country with variety of weather.

Muriel: hmm... I don't know..

Betrayus: what about.. Pac Mexico? I heard in a paper about traveling and tourist places that Mexico has a lot of wonderful places to visit like the island of Dolls in Xochimilco, Mazamitla forest with their cabins, Cancun Beach, a More.

Muriel: Hmm? Mexico? that sounds interesting, that's it i want to go there

Betrayus: Me too ^^.

The next day, Betrayus and Muriel next to Yūu went to the airport to take the plane to Pac Mexico. The plane have arrived in Pac Guadalajara Jalisco Airport.

Muriel: oh damn.. are you okay Yūu?

Yūu: *she is dizzy*

Betrayus: Poor little girl.

Muriel: don't worry girl.. *flees Yūu from the box and puts a strap in her collar* c'mon let's get going!

Betrayus: Oh yeah girl!

Muriel: Hey Taxi!

The 3 taked the Taxi and left the airport.

Taxi Girl: A dónde los llevo jóvenes?

Betrayus; Excuse me?

Muriel: ehh.. No Espaniol..

Taxi Girl: Heh i was jocking with you, where do you want to go?

Muriel: Hehehe, we want to go to Mazamitla, please

Taxi Girl: Mazamitla, all right.

Yūu: D,:<

During the travel Betrayus and Muriel we're watching the wonders of mexico since the windshields as well they ended having a good conversation with the Taxi Girl, while that Yūu was sleeping on Betrayus'lap.

Taxi Girl: You Know, Jalisco is a really beautiful state of the country, without speaking of the shootings and other dangerous stuff here, but hey don't be Scared, with just stay away of suspicious places and people everything will be alright, the most important for tourists like you is have fun in this place with all the activities you can do, we care a lot of our visits.

Betrayus: Wow, that sounds cool, we we're looking for a place to spend our vacations, and Mazamitla sounded like a nice place for us.

Taxi Girl: It is, Mazamitla is so cool, and their cabins are so relaxing and warm, well there are more cool places you can go, like walking around the town and appreciate the beautiful details of the traditional houses, the Enchanted Garden, The forest "La Zanja" we're you can make a picnic there, and other more stuff, you want me to take you to the Cabins?.

Muriel: Yes Please.

Betrayus: i can't wait to go there, Thank you Miss-.

Roxy: Roxana, but you can call me Roxy.

After a long travel, Roxy have taked Muriel, Betrayus and a Dizzy again Yūu

Roxy: Here we are.

Betrayus: Oh my Gosh.. this place is even more cool in person, thank you Ms Roxy *pays Roxy*

Roxy: your welcome, it was a pleasure.

Muriel: I really love it!.

Roxy: oh yeah, you guys most be hungry and tired right now.

Muriel: Uff yeah..

Betrayus: Even more the dog.

Yūu: <:(...

Roxy: Aww no.. poor little big thing, *takes a bag with Dog Cookies* Take this ones girl.

Yūu: :D! *Eats them all quickly as she is waving her tail*.

Roxy: *knocks a little store next to her* Quiero! [Quiero: is a way to call for the Person In charge of a little store]

A Old woman of the Store arrived to attend Roxy.

Roxy: Como anda Doña Petra?,

[How are you Miss Petra?]

Ms Petra: Rosy que bueno verla de nuevo, como están tu y tus papás?

[Rosy, thanks God to see you again, how are you and your parents?]

Roxy: Pues ya ve Seño, echandole ganas al trabajo para pagar los estudios y apoyar a la familia.

[Well Miss, as you can see, I'm working hard to pay my studies and support my family].

Ms Petra: Ay que bueno mija, así debe de ser, y en qué anda?

[Aww That's so good dear, as it had to be, and what are you doing?]

Roxy: Pues ando trayendo a estos turistas gringos por la zona, están muy emocionados pero también apachurrados por el largo viaje, y pues ya andan hambriados.

[Well, I'm taking this american tourists around the Zone, they are so excited but tired and hungry at the same time]

Ms Petra: Ay pobrecitos [Aww poor things]

The old woman starts talking to Muriel and Betrayus wich seemed confused because they didn't understand spanish.

Ms Petra: Oh my bad, Welcome to Mazamitla, are you looking for a Cabin to spend your days?

Betrayus: Yes miss.

Ms Petra: Alright *gives Muriel the keys of their cabin* here you are, you would love this cabin.

Muriel: Thank you so much Miss.

Ms Petra: I'll prepare you some instant noodles for you to at least cushion your hungry *puts hot water in 2 instant noodles boxes*

Both: Thank you Miss.

Roxy: Órale.. Doña Petra, no sabía que usted sabía hablar inglés.

[Wow.. Ms Petra, i didn't know you can spoke english]

Ms Petra: Mi nieto Jorgito cuando vino de de Inglaterra me enseñó a hablar inglés, bueno mija ayuda a estos jóvenes a llevar sus maletas, porfavor

[My Grandson Jorgito when he came from England, he teached me to speak english, but well dear, please help this young to take their suitcases to their cabin]

Roxy: Alright guys, let me help you with this.

Betrayus: you two are so kind, thank you *Carries his suitcase*

Muriel: seriously thank you so much you both. *Gives Roxy the Dog's Suitcase while she holds her own Suitcase*

Ms Petra: you have nothing Thank us, the most important thing to you is enjoying your vacations.

Roxy: Alright, I'll take you to the cabin, nos vemos al rato doña Petra [See you later Ms Petra].

Betrayus and Muriel: Thank you so much Miss Petra!

Ms Petra: Mijos olvidan su Maruchan!

[Darlings, you forgot your Noodles (Maruchan=Instant noodles in mexico)

Betrayus and Muriel: Oh yeah, sorry sorry

Both takes their instant noodles and left grating Ms Petra again,

Roxy have taked Muriel, Betrayus and Yūu to the Cabin, Yūu was so happy to finally walk.

Betrayus: *Opens the Door* Oh Man.. This Cabin is so cool

Muriel: Seriously, how can I pay you?

Roxy: nah, it's okay, it's own me.

Betrayus: thank you very much Miss Roxy.

Roxy: you're welcome, you had a very long travel, for now you need to rest to recharge energies for tomorrow,

Betrayus: we will do it

Roxy: Alright first, you already knew where is doña Petra's to leave your cabin keys with her and buy some snacks, near her there's a restaurant with the most tasty food wich opens at 7:00 pm to 10:30 pm, well see you tomorrow!

M&B: Goodbye and thank you!

Roxy have left the cabin, Betrayus and Muriel where looking around the cabin to meet up with the Bedrooms, both start eating their instant noodles and resting in the beds.

Betrayus: Ufff this is so comfy *eating slowly his Soup*

Muriel: Yeah~, hmmm~ the ambient feels so good~

At ending their noodles they fell asleep.

2 days later have passed and This 3 had a lot of adventures with Roxy guiding them.

They both were having fun, but Betrayus still had the doubt about Muriel's behavior at the letter with money.

all the whole year Muriel was hearing all Betrayus's problems and insecurities and helping him to use them to grow as person and supported him in the bad and good moments, He knew it so well but..

"Who is hearing Muriel's Problems?".

Betrayus more than ever wanted to know better Muriel and help her as she did for him, all he knew was just her mother was dead, and her living family members were her father and Older sisters and that Muriel left her home.

Tuesday 9:00 pm

Betrayus and Muriel where relaxing in the couch watching the fire of the fireplace, the radio was sounding some wholesome rock songs.

Betrayus: Mury, can i make you a question?

Muriel: Sure.

Betrayus: First, thank you very much for everything you did for me, nobody else have worried for me like you did.

Muriel: You have nothing to thank me, i really wanted to help you, Heh you're my Patient number 1 and my best friend After all.

Betrayus: and I'm still so grateful about what you did for me, but... Mury.. you listen everyone's problems... What about yours?..

Muriel: ..w-ell... I.. uhmm...i have no problems, im Fine.

Betrayus: C'mon Mury, you did a lot for me, i want to give it to you back.

Muriel: i don't want to bother you Betrayus..

Betrayus: C'mon Mury, you're my best friend, i want to help you.

Muriel: *Sighs*... W-ell....

When I was younger...

I was too close to my mother Yoong since my birthday,..she used to take me to visit the wolves to gave them food, and ice skating in family, I used to do many figures in the snow with my sisters... *Sighs*

Betrayus: and What happened?..

Muriel: everything was so great... But it ended when that snow storm happened,

I was playing with my mom in the snow and it suddenly happened, my mother acted quickly and hold me running from the storm, it was kinda close to us so... M-my Mom.. had to threw me to the other side to keep me safe,.. she was running to the same place but... The storm smashed *sobs* smashed my mom in front my eyes...

Betrayus: Oh... No...

Muriel: I was innocent at that scene..*sob*...my father and sister.. have saw that... My Father was looking for my mom and my sisters.. they just yelled to me.. blaming me of her death...

Betrayus: T-thats terrible...

Muriel: After Her death... The things in my family changed a lot.... My Father just gave all his attention to my sisters... Rejecting every of my acts, while my sisters... Yoona was the one who repeated me that it was my fault that mother died, Yeena just stared at me to then try to ignore...

When I cried my father and Yoona just shat me up... telling me "stop playing the victim, you're the parasite of this family"...

I grew in that cold and toxic ambient... But in my birthday 19th I got tired.. and I stole a part of the money of my dad to pay a plane to then left Pac-Arctic...*tries to not cry*

Betrayus: Mury... *Hugs her tightly*... Don't suppress your feelings.. you can cry

Muriel just taked air and started crying on Betrayus's arms.

Betrayus: you don't have to suffer for that again Mury... I'm here for you..

Muriel:*she is crying*

Betrayus: shh shh... Now i understand..

Muriel: W-What is it? *sob*.

Betrayus: we both are the parasites for our families.

Muriel:....

Betrayus: oh.. uhm sorry.. i didn't mean to.

Muriel:...*starts chuckling* it's true.

Betrayus:..heheh.. you're not mad?

Muriel: of course not dummy..

Betrayus: Heheh.. Heeeeyy!!

Muriel: Heeeeeyy!!

Both started laughing and drinking beer while in the radio sounded the song

"Jenny (i wanna ruin our friendship)"

Muriel: heheh...*hip*.. Oh gad.. it hurted.. but i learned that it wasn't my problem.. they are the Assholes!

Betrayus: Exactly!.. *hip*..

Muriel:*hugs Betrayus* thank you~

Betrayus: *hugs back* thank you too Muriel...*Suddenly he Kisses Muriel on lips*

Muriel: *blushes*... B-Betrayus!...

Betrayus: I-i-im s-s-sorry.. i..i don't know what i.. did.. just...

Muriel: Don't worry..Heh..*Kisses Betrayus back* i also.. i wanna Ruin our friendship~♪..

Betrayus: We should be lovers instead~♪

M&B: Heheh..

They both singing along the song to end the song with a kiss between them, to then other things together.

To be continued..

Wednesday 8:39 Pm

Betrayus was reading a book about occultism but he noticed that Muriel haven't came back with the wood for the fireplace, he got Worried and left the cabin to look for her in the forest holding his flashlight.

Everything was dark and the singing of the owls were sounding around the forest.

Betrayus: M-Muriel!... Where are you?

Betrayus suddenly saw something strange in the woods.

Betrayus: Muriel?...

???: Grrrrhh...

Betrayus: !!!!

Yep the chapter 2 is here as also a celebration of Muriel's Birthday

April 4th, i hope you loved this chapter.

[narcosmx]

being comforted by one of the arellano felix brothers would include

a/n: look who’s back on their arellano felix shit... it’s me... i’m back on the bullshit and i’m crying to i must share with you

ramon:

SO im imagining like he walks into a room (living room, bedroom, idk man) and sees that you’re crying 

first and immediate thought is somene is going to die tonight, no someone’s going to die right fucking now 

shaking with anger, already yelling at people to go get ready to go murder someone

but then he hears you whimper and attention instantly goes to you 

he is like rushing over to you, getting down on one knee, propping your head up by your chin and like his jaw is super tense as he looks up at you

and he’s just like “who, just tell me, bebe. i’ll take care of it, just tell me who made my baby so upset”

like cue soft ramon where he’s pouting up at you, the sight of you crying literally breaking his heart as he is like using his thumb to wipe away your tears

no but really you’re able to take ramon out of his rage in a second; he’s still fucking pissed, don’t get me wrong, but once he lays eyes on you it clicks in his brain that you need him and nothing is going to stop him from that

when he sits on the couch, he would instantly have you in his lap and just kissing your face all over, trying to calm you down enough to get you to talk to him about what happened. 

craddling you in his lap, playing with your hair, listening to what you have to say and nodding and agreeing

for these purposes i’m just imagining some douche at a store or something was hitting on you, wouldn’t stop and got handsy with you before you were able to get away 

aha aha oH MAN would ramon be fucking tense but he’d be doing everything he could to keep calm because he doesn’t want to worry you any further 

he’d be holding you and shushing you and humming you a song but motioning for one of his men or like javi to come over and whisper in his ear about getting the man and bringing him back alive because oh does ramon want to get his fucking hands on him my dude

ramon would keep you in his lap the whole night, he would not let you out of his reach for anything

has your favorite meal made, ice cream for you, he’d have a movie night with you or just cuddle you and sing to you because i can imagine ramon doing that don’t look at me 

all the besitos from ramon okay he’d treat you like a princess , and carrying you up to bed once you fall asleep in his arms

he’d have one of his brother’s watching over you for the rest of the night because he has ~someone~ to take care of and it’s not going to be fucking pretty that’s for sure

oh but imagine the sweet sex that night OOF don’t get me started

benjamin

with benjamin, i don’t even think that he’d need to see you crying to be able to feel that you were off

he’s an intuitive one and would be able to read that something was wrong 

first thought and immediate reaction: him going through everything he’s recently done and how it could’ve upset you 

just fuck what did i do??? what did i fuck up?? fuck fuck fuck because my baby is hard on himself and 🥺

then like moves to clear his whole schedule, he’s telling his men like unless everything is on literal fucking fire, don’t bother me

and when he’d come to find you he’d just walk over to you and wrap his arms around you tightly and just whispering sweet nothings to you, swaying you back and forth gently 

“que paso mi vida, digame, hm” he’s humming as he looks down at you and is rubing your back gently 

and you honestly just fall apart and he holds you a little bit tighter, you’re always his emotional rock and he’s not going to lose the chance of being that rock for you this time 

he’d sweep you up in his arms and carry you off to bed, he just wants to be alone with you and make you feel safe again above anything else

takes you to bed and ugh just imagine him laying on his back and you curled up against him with your head laying on his chest;

he does this because a) he gets to fucking snuggle you up and rub your back 

b) if you’re crying he can help regulate your breathing and if you’re like panicking his heartbeat settles you and he’s just able to keep calm and let that radiate to you 

i just think about benjamin bringing someone down from a panic attack a lot don’t fucking touhc me

and you opening up to him; i’m thinking the same situation from the ramon one like douche from the store flirting, getting handsy before you’re able to get away 

and my heart is breaking because benjamin’s immediate thoughts go to the fact that this is his fault .... that he let this happen; he didn’t have enough men there to keep you safe, he didn’t make it clear enough that you were not to be touched, hell that he wasn’t there himself to protect yo 

him just pressing his lips against your head and repeating over and over “perdoname, mi vida, perdoname”

reassuring!!! kisses!! passionate !! kisses!! are benjamin’s strong suite

wouldn’t leave your side either, he’d probably take you out to dinner to take your mind off everything; reserves the whole restaurant, gets you all dressed up, best food and wine just spoiling his baby 

but don’t you worry, his wheels are TURNING he’s already planning the crushing and painful revenge because no one is going to disrespect him or you in that way ever again

and for like a week afrer this, benjamin is at peek protectiveness/possessiveness; god if anyone even raises their voice around you, bumps into you, anYTHING he is going to bite their fucking head off

@itati​  // @cheribambirose​

[nosleepuntilvacation]

Hi! I've got another Mettaton×reader request for you, if you don't mind. The setting is that Mettaton gets badly damaged, and of course his crush is worried sick. They insist on helping Alphys with the repairs, even if it's small things like handing her the right tool or something. The repairs take a week or two, and the crush just camps over at Alphys' lab the whole time. But anyway! The scenario I want you to actually write is when Mettaton is finally rebooted and wakes up. (cont.)

(cont.) So when Mettaton comes to, his crush is sitting next to whatever table/bed/thing he’s laying on. They go “Thank god!” and probably tear up a bit, smiling like a fool. Mettaton is like, touched that they’ve waited for him like that. When he asks about it, the crush gets all flustered. Mettaton ofc teases them, and as the conversation/banter goes on they accidentally mention at some point that they helped Alphys with the repairs… Que more flustering and eventually (cont. IM SORRY)

(cont.) eventually they end up telling him how much he means to them. In their nervousness, they get a bit rambly and end up confessing their romantic feelings to him. Then they hang their head and don’t look up again until Mettaton tells that he feels the same. Then they’re both awkward and happy and they smooch and stuff. // Sorry if this long, 3-ask explanation is unclear and sorry this is so dramatic. Thank you for considering this.             

…this has been sitting in my inbox for over a year hasn’t it

dishonor on me, dishonor on my miltank, etc. etc. etc.

But I guess it’s better late than never…?

Below the cut: A Storm Leads to a Rainbow

(TW: Discussions and descriptions of a car accident, and the emotional and physical injuries resulting from it; brief mention of alcohol)

Two synthetic eyes open, and their owner groans, clutching his forehead. “Ugh… what happened?”

He looks in his immediate line of sight. The space-printed sheets on the bed he currently occupies, the posters displaying different franchises he likes (his own included), the star-shaped stickers on the ceiling… yep, this is definitely his guest room in Alphys’ place.

“But why–?” He reaches down and touches his hip. Just as he suspected, his charging cable is plugged securely into there. He barely has enough time to register this before he hears a familiar voice.

“Mettaton? Thank god!”

He sits up and looks over towards the source of the voice…

…and he promptly sees you sitting in one of his pink beanbag chairs, smiling like a weight had just been lifted away. And was he seeing things, or were those tears in your eyes?

“[Y/N]? I wasn’t expecting to see you here, sweetheart.” He smirks a bit. “Have you appointed yourself the president of my fan club? I’ll have you know that you’re competing with me for that position.”

“Heh…” To you, the sound of his voice is exactly what you need right now. You pull out your phone and open your text message program. “Just gonna let Alphys know you’re awake. She’s off jogging with Papyrus.”

After a few chuckles at his own joke, his smile soon becomes more genuine. “Thank you for thinking of me, though.”

“Of course.” You put your phone away after sending a message, and your smile becomes a little more sad as you try to ward off the rock forming in your throat. “When I heard about what had happened to you, I was so worried, and I couldn’t just…” You take a few deep breaths to keep the dam from bursting.

At this point, he can’t help but frown. “If you don’t mind me asking… what did happen to me, anyway? The last thing I remember was Bryan and I driving home, and before I knew it, our car tipped sideways. My whole body was in pain, I heard Bryan calling Alphys… and then I blacked out.” His hand clenches the mattress. “Is Bryan okay, by the way?”

“Yes. He had to visit the ER, but he wasn’t hurt too badly, and they let him go home after a few days. Anyway…”

After swallowing your nerves, you begin to explain the full story.

A little over a week ago, you had been visiting Alphys and Undyne and watching a movie with them. At one point in the movie, Alphys received a panicked phone call from Bryan, an orange mammal monster who seemed to be Mettaton’s frenemy of sorts. The two had been driving together to their respective homes after a production at the local theater when a drunk driver veered into their lane and crashed into Bryan’s car. When Alphys headed out to help, the scene indeed looked grisly, with roadside assistance having to help put the car upright again - and it was clear that at least half of the car would need repairs. Paramedics were helping Bryan into an ambulance…

“…and when she brought you back, I almost couldn’t look.” You shudder. “You looked like something chewed you up and spit you back out again!”

With a sneer, Mettaton folds his arms. “Oh, come on. I don’t taste that bad! Ask anyone who’s ever had one of my world-famous face steaks!” He taps his chin in thought. “Although, maybe I shouldn’t have made them so expensive at first…”

You chuckle nervously; at the time, you definitely wouldn’t have laughed if someone had made that joke, but now that Mettaton’s awake, the whole thing feels a little easier to put in the past.

“Honestly, though…” His expression softens into concern. “…my body looked that bad when Alphys brought me in?” He holds his hands in front of his face and wiggles his fingers, before peeking under the blankets and presumably checking his feet in a similar way. Next, he grabs a handheld mirror from the nightstand and studies his face, brushing his hair out of one of his eyes.

“Yeah…” You wipe away a few tears forming near your eyes. “If Alphys and I hadn’t fixed you up right away…” A shudder takes over your spine; you’re still not entirely sure how all the intricacies of his body work, and this was one situation where experimenting was not an option.

For a moment, Mettaton is silent…

…only to give you an odd look.

“Wait a minute… you helped Alphys with the repairs?”

“Uh–! Well!” Oh god, does he already know what you think of him? “She did most of the big work! I was just there to help hold you still, or to get her the right tools, or to keep an eye on you to make sure you were still stable while she was out getting more supplies and stuff. Undyne helped, too, when she wasn’t at work. Alphys and I took turns watching over you the first couple of nights, while you were still in somewhat critical condition…”

Mettaton blinks. “You even stayed over?”

“Y-yeah… I haven’t actually been home since I heard about the crash.”

By now, you can feel the floodgates open, tears rolling down your face as you explain yourself.

“I wanted to help Alphys as much as I could… I was so scared. You could have died if we hadn’t done enough in time, and if I hadn’t helped and you ended up dying… I don’t know if I could ever forgive myself if that happened. Especially because you’re my friend, and, well…”

Despite the more reasonable side of your mind not feeling ready to say it, your emotions are in full force right now, and you just blurt it out before you can stop yourself.

“I don’t know when it started, but I really wanted to tell you I love you.”

And with that, you lower your head and finally allow yourself to let out some quiet sobs as the many emotions of the past several days swamp over you: relief from knowing that Mettaton is most likely okay now, fear and sadness from the fact that he probably wouldn’t have made it if Alphys hadn’t gotten there in time, and that hard-to-describe sensation of knowing that, in the heat of the moment, you just confessed your romantic feelings towards your longtime crush. Your body and mind are just frozen like a slow computer as you try to quell this maelstrom of emotions.

It gets to the point where you can barely register it as Mettaton whispers your name and gently takes hold of your hand.

“Shh… everything’s going to be okay, darling. It was horrifying, and I was scared, too… but I feel so much better now.” A smooth thumb strokes the top of your hand as he continues. “In fact… as of late, I’ve realized that I’m in love with you, too.”

“R-really…?” You finally look up; despite your likely looking like an emotional wreck right now, Mettaton doesn’t seem to judge you for it, instead smiling.

“Absolutely, sweetheart. I’ve wanted to tell you for a little while; you’ve been such a wonderful friend to me. And knowing that you would go this far to help save my life… honestly, I’d do the same for you.”

A cheerful laugh escapes your throat; you’re not sure what to say, but you still manage a “Thank you…”

“And thank you, beautiful.”

For a few moments, neither of you are sure of what else to say amidst the glow of relief and new love, but eventually, Mettaton has a thought.

“Darling, when all of this has blown over a little more… would you, perhaps, like to go on a date with me? I can show you a few of my favorite places in town, and you can show me your favorites, if you’d like.”

“Sure.” There are still a few tears, but they come from a much happier place now. It’ll probably take a little while for everyone’s fears to disappear completely, but what’s important is that everyone is safe right now, and a potential tragedy has been averted.

Before you know it, you wrap your arms around Mettaton in a big hug, which he soon returns in kind before leaning in close to your face. He stops himself and looks into your eyes as if asking for permission, and when you smile and nod, he presses his lips to yours. It’s not the smoothest of kisses, but most first kisses typically aren’t.

Either way, you’re definitely not complaining.

You’re so lost in the kiss that you don’t hear the sound of the front door opening and closing in the other room, nor do you hear the sound of footsteps. Shortly afterwards, though, a small eep does get your attention.

The two of you break off the kiss and look towards the doorway, where Alphys is standing, still in her jogging outfit, with wide eyes.

“Oh! Uh… am I interrupting something?”

As you wave hello to Alphys, Mettaton gently smiles. “Alphys, darling, I’m so glad to see you. And don’t worry; I think everything’s going to be just fine.”

Alphys returns the smile. “Yeah… I’m so glad you’re awake. I’ll probably want to keep an eye on you for the next day or two, though. Just to make sure I didn’t miss anything.”

“That’s all right. As long as I have everyone cheering for me, I can absolutely manage this!”

You gently squeeze his hand, and he smiles at you.

After a second or two, Alphys pulls out her phone. “So, uh, want to order some pizza or something? I can shower while we wait for it to get here.”

Mettaton rests a hand on his soul casing. “Darling, I haven’t eaten in days, so that sounds absolutely perfect right now.”

“That sounds good to me too,” you say with a nod.

“Great! Let me open the app…”

As you all begin to figure out what you want, you can already picture the delicious taste of the food in your mind. Not only that, you can also picture some of the exciting, lovely things in your and Mettaton’s future… a future that you helped to secure for him.

Sometimes, even a harsh rainstorm can leave behind a beautiful rainbow.

[thesolotomyhan]

a/n: ive been rewatching narcos mexico to get back in the mood and here we are mis amores! so this turned into i guess what you would call dating them would include hc? but yah-anyways here we go i hope you enjoy :(

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Warnings: a touch of NSFW!

OK BUT CAN I JUST SAY THE OLD MIGUEL GIVES ME SUCH INNOCENT FUCKING VIB ES

LIKE?? THE PERFECT HUSBAND WHO CHERISHES YOU WITH LITTLE DETAILS AND KISSE S- im SObbing

because i just know its obvious pre narco miguel is such a different vibe than the miguel angel we all know- literally 2 different persons you feel??

and like i get the feeling it would be this amor sincero where he would bring you a ramo de flores every time he possibly can because he knows stuff like that makes you happy and just-

nothing beats the feeling of taking the little money he has left over to make you smile the best way he knows how,, by trying to give you the world with little presents and such-

just trying to be as detallista as much as he can,, needing a way to show you how much he loves you :(

and i dont know why i get hardcore aesthetics of him coming home every day,, whistling a little tune and walking into your home with him to the smell of your cooking-

him coming up behind you,, holding your back into his chest, his arms wrapping around you as he kisses your shoulder and neck like- “ya te llegue, mi amor”

WOw,, all while hes rocking both of your bodies side to side,, your small laugh filling up the room and his heart :( its so fucking domestic i CRY

or get this,, maybe on some days him drowning you in besitos,, picking you up and twirling you around like perhaps that time aviles allowed him to go to guadalajara or the time rafas weed grew in the backyard-

:(( just him being all excited,, that hes finally getting his foot in the door to give you a better life hes always dreamed of giving you :( i cant

since we’re on this subject i just feel like hes always promising you that he’s going to give you the world one day,, take you to places you deserve to go and just treat you like a reina

im soft at the thought of him praying for diosito so that day can come sooner

especially when he comes home late at night, when you already fell asleep or him not being able to sleep during some nights and seeing the way youre curled into him,,

like him saying hes already bendecido with you,, but he wants you to have everything in life for sticking with him and being his number one supporter :(( i need to go cry

now hear me out ok- because the old miguel would be into slow and sensual sex because i feel like he would be so passionate and i dont know why-

its always him taking all the time in the world to feel your body-

caressing his hands everywhere just to see the way you let out soft little gasps

just getting to know every inch,, kissin g down your body while your hands would be softly tangling in his hair-

im so sorry in advance but him kissing in between your thighs ?? looking up at you-

just loving the way you start to tremble before he even gets to your core,, his soft laugh whispering how fucking beautiful you look for him-

Wow i cant- him eating you out would be so soft but intense,, all of his focus would be on your clit like sucking on it gently as he moves his hands to hold your hips down - pleas e no one look at me right now

like i can feel it in my bones that he would love working his fingers inside of you too-

just this slow rhythm of his fingers pumping in and out of you as he moves up to  kiss you- drowning out your moans-

needing to make you cum at least once before hes inside of you-

just softly praising you when he watches your hips rise, your head falling back as you hold onto his shoulders,, his teeth sinking into your neck- wow i cant

but back to what i was saying because i just know he would always do these slow and deep thrusts when he has you under him-

his diosa,, bringing your legs to cling onto him holding one of your thighs,, your hands desperately scratching down his back as he thrusts into you steadily-

his groans mixing in with your whimpers when he watches your body rock with his-

im sorry but him softly chuckling down at you when he watches your eyes roll back,, your hands gripping the bedsheets when he reaches his thumb down to play with your clit- this is going to turn into smut yall im sorrY-

ok but back to where we were- the old school love?? please -

like im talking about him always taking you out during the weekends, maybe even after he comes home from work,, but just

you and him walking through the park,, holding handssss :((

sharing antojitos all the time with each other,

the two of you always having the biggest heart eyes for one another,, it never fails :(

i cant- the idea of him reminiscing a whole bunch of things with you when youre both walking around

like, “mira over there by that tree,,, we shared our first kiss there when we were plebes enamorados, te recuerdas, mi amor?” :(( and just the fucking SMILE on his face when he looks over at you :((

:( him bringing your hand up to kiss it,, his other hand holding the side of your head,, his soft lovesick fucking eyes like “nunca olvides que eres mi mundo,, desde chiquillo me traes asi mija” my :((( im getting emotional

like you two would be the couple goals and the talk of the pueblo,, los pajaritos enamorados :(

listen becasue he definitely has this picture of you always with him,, taking it with him wherever he goes,,

my heart- like him talking to it before he does something,, reminding himself that everything he does is all for you,, probably kisses it like a good luck charm :((( i-

but you know what?? also being close :) to rafa:)) as well tho:)

like that scene where rafa was so excited telling miguel angel that their sinsemilla weed grew,,

and him excitedly running into your house,, his cunada :), yelling your name that your backyard is the best thing that had happened for his weed garden :))

oh my god,, if you and miguel had kids,, rafa is going to be the favorite padrino all the time with them :(( ugh

but being best friends with him makes my heart hurt,, because youre probably always telling him before he leaves with miguel angel all the time like “cuidamelo, por favor” and rafa giving you that dumbass smile he does but reassuring you-

i can definitely see you being the person behind pushing miguel angel to tell aviles about expanding into guadalajara-

not so much because you care about the lujos he wants to give you if this works out but

more so because you can see he has a bigger passion for it instead of being a cop

so youre just always reassuring him when he asks you if youre sure about this

just telling him that he should do whatever makes him happier and that youre always going to be right there with him- :((

wow but im also so emo at the thought of him giving you little updates when he starts forming all the plazas together-

just - excitement in his voice when hes talking to you because lo esta logrando,, so close to giving you the life you deserve by his side,, playing with your picture he has in his hands i :((

i just,, old miguel is just so domestic with you i go soft everytime i see him

[fahhhhq]

Just Love Me

Episode One

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Female Reader

“Warnings”: Fluffy fluff. Language (cursing.)  Sexual implications. Alcohol. And mention of weed. 

Summary: Who would have thought that six months ago getting high with a guy outside a club could lead to the best relationship ever.

Song: LOVE. - Kendrick Lamar

I had never been to Chile, and now that I was here, I wondered why I hadn’t come sooner. And then I thought “oh yeah, because I didn't have a Chilean boyfriend before.” I set my stuff down in the room that we were going to be staying for the holidays and it just made me giddy.

“Baby, you want me put your makeup bag in the bathroom or here in the room?” Pedro asked from the door.

I turned from where I was now standing, looking out the window, “Uh, in the bathroom, thank you.”

He winked at me and smile, “No problem.” I grinned in return.

I turned back to the window and got nervous. I was about to meet the rest of Pedro’s family and I was fucking nervous. His brothers and sister already liked me, cause I’m obviously awesome, but now I was meeting the aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents. That was a whole different story in the Latino community. It was a big deal. It meant we were serious, me and Pedro, and that made me feel nervous and fucking ecstatic.

I head footsteps behind me and then arms encircle my waits, I leaned back into Pedro’s embrace and inhaled his scent, “What are you looking at?”

“Nothing,” I said still looking out the window.

He looked at me, “Doesn’t seem like nothing.”

I turned in his arms, “I’m a bit nervous.”

Pedro laughed, “Why?”

“What do you mean ‘why?’ I’m gonna meet your family-family and that’s a big fucking deal.”  

He still continues to laugh and then gives me a peck on the lips, my nose, the side of my mouth and then my mouth again. “No te pongas nerviosa, they’re going to love you like I do.”

“Sureeee,” I say smiling and rolling my eyes. “I love you, too.”

“Mas te vale,” he says threatening me, “Now come on, we have to go get dinner ready.”

He let go and walked to the door, I just looked at him with an arched brow, “We?”

He groaned and laughed, “Yes, we, I’m going to help you guys chop stuff. I’m dangerous with a knife, young lady.”

I walked to him, “Emphasis on the dangerous, baby.” I laughed.

He just laughed and smacked my butt.

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Pedro’s aunt, sister and stepmom were back from the store and were now in the kitchen putting down the groceries when Pedro and I entered. His aunt looked at me and grinned, “Hola, mija, nos vas a ayudar?” She looked at me expectantly for my answer about helping them cook.

“Claro! Estaba arreglando nuestra ropa, pero ya estoy lista!” I go to help take out the groceries out the bag and then start to wash them. “What are we going to cook?” I ask the ladies.

Pedro’s stepmom and aunt speak at the same time, “Porotos Granados y Pastel de Choclo y Humitas.”

I just stare at them with a questioning look, “Uhh, I don’t know what that is.”

Pedro’s sister, Javiera, laughs, “Porotos Granados is fresh bean stew, and Pastel de Choclo y Humitas is corn and beef casserole and Humitas.”

My stomach growls from just the description, “Well sign me up, let’s do this!”

The ladies laugh and tell me what to cut. Pedro joins in on the fun and starts chopping veggies next to me, bumping me, making me cut the veggies in weird big and small shapes. “Stop, I’m trying to do a good job, and if I mess up, I’m going to stab you and make it look like an accident, you're not the only good actor around here, buddy,” I whisper.

He bumps into me once more laughing, making his eyes little, “You don’t scare me, I’m invincible!” he exclaims.

I motion to stab him, and he stops laughing, “Sorry, sorry, kidding!”

“That’s what I thought,” I grin, then look at all the ladies in the kitchen laughing to themselves watching Pedro and I playfight, but in my mind, its foreplay. In my mind I want to grab his hand, drag him to our room and fuck him against the wall, then go back to the kitchen and finish cooking. And he knows what im thinking because he winks, gives me a kiss on the cheek and squeezes my thigh.

Fifteen minutes later and all the vegetables and meats are finally cut and ready to be prepared. Pedro’s mom and aunt start preparing the food, the rest of us start pounding grape and head to the living room to join the other people joining us for Christmas Eve dinner.

Pedro and I sit down next to his grandfather, Tata as he likes to call him, me in the middle, Pedro puts his arm around me and pulls me towards him. We click glasses and take a sip of our wine. I settle into him and just feel at ease.

I look back at Pedro and give him a devilish grin, “Are we gonna get fucked up like we did when we met, or what?”

He laughs, “Fuck yeah,” he says and then finishes off his wine. “Finish yours so I can refill our glasses.”

I chug the rest of my wine and regret it instantly, “Ugh, wine is not meant to be chugged.”

He chuckles, gives me a peck on the lips and goes to the kitchen. I turn to his grandpa and ask him if he’s hungry, “Ya esta listo para comer?”

He grunts and sighs, frustration written all over his face, “No eh comido desde el medio dia, no se cuanto mas van a durar estas mujeres.”

I laugh, “No creo que duren mas, ya mero estaba listo cuando nos venimos a sentar.”

He sighs again, “Pos ojala.”

Pedro comes back and hands me my almost-full glass of wine, “What are you guys talking about?”

I take a sip, “How we’re starving.”

“Actually, my stepmom told me to come in here and tell everyone that the food will be ready in five minutes,” Pedro says to everyone in the living room, including the rest of his siblings, nephews and uncles, and sits in the coffee table in front of me and his grandpa.

“Awesome,” I say and clink glasses with Pedro, holding eye contact.

“Y ustedes cuando se van a casar?” Both Pedro and I almost choke on our wine when his grandpa asks us when we’re going to get married. We had never really gotten into that topic because well we’d only been going out for a little over six months and there was no reason to talk about it, right? We were enjoying what we had, and yeah maybe we had talked about getting married, and we both were open to the idea, but that’s as far as that ever went. But I did see building a life with Pedro. Waking up next to him every morning, at least when he wasn’t off filming something somewhere, talking to him about our days, getting drunk and high together, something that we had loved to do since we started dating, and that was just the beginning. I wanted to do so much stuff with him.

We both cleared our throats and I spoke before Pedro did because he seemed stumped by the question, “Quien tiene apuro? Yo no,” I said to his grandfather and then winked at Pedro. I wasn’t in a hurry to get married, and I wanted Pedro to know that. To at least know that I wasn’t expecting a ring anytime soon but was open to it.

His grandpa laughs, “Yo tengo apuro, quiero mas bisñetos antes que me muera!” and then everyone in the living room laughed, us included, at his admittance that he wants more great grandchildren before he dies.

Pedro and I just look at each other and widen our eyes, each admitting to each other how fucking awkward this was.

Pedro beats me to a punch when he sees that now I’m stumped with his grandpa’s confession, “Todavia no, Tata, vamos a ver que pasa, todavia ni estamos comprometidos.” Pedro saying that we’re not yet engaged and that then we’ll see what happens makes me blush, and its not the wine.

Pedro’s step-mom yells from the kitchen that dinner is ready, and I sigh a breath of relief. This conversation was getting out of hand. Everyone heads to the kitchen enthusiastically and Pedro and I lag.

He wraps an arm around my waist and gives me a kiss on the cheek, “You OK?”

I just lean into his embrace, “I’m perfect, por que?”

“You know how families are about marriage and kids.”

I just shrug, “I’m seriously OK with it, my family is the same exact way and I mean, its our lives, right? If we ever decide to get married or have kids, that’ll be on us.”

He smiles sweetly, “Just you and me, baby.”

“I fucking love you,” I say and then kiss him deeply, knowing that no one is around us, so I deepen the kiss, catching him off-guard.

He exhales, “Damn, we’ll definitely finish that later.” Then gives me a quick kiss before leading me to the kitchen by the hand.

When we get to the kitchen table, he pulls the chair out for me, and when he sits next to me, he leans over to me and whispers in my ear, “I fucking love you, too.”

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