#el paso strong

[karmaduck1]

O sea, sí, me lo regresaron, sigue vivo, estoy feliz por eso, pERO NO MAMEN

WEY, MI HUEVO

#qsmp #chayanne #philza #“i just want to be as strong as Technoblade” BRO #huevitos #YA APUÑALENME EN EL PERRO CORAZÓN #NO SE LES ANTOJA ESCUPIRME EN LA CARA DE PASO? /j just in case #pero si estoy devastado por mi niño wey 😭😭

[oncomingnight]

Soy Libre!

Yandere! Luchador x Fem Reader ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Ricardo Aguilar was the name of the incredibly boisterous and passionate man you fell in love with. He was mainly known for his demanding performance in the ring and his strikingly designed costumes. Ricardo always knew the career path he was destined to pursue, as he always went in head first when it came to going towards what he wanted, as his desires were far from anything he could conceal.

Especially when it came to the person he loved most in the world, you.

Ricardo is incredibly forward when it comes to expressing and sharing his affection towards you. He'd be seen giving you passion filled kisses as he cups your round face, seating you on his lap as the two of you lounge in his changing room, wrapping his tatted arm around your waist as he fails at attempting to keep his hands from wandering.

He takes immense pride in the adoration he holds for you, he feels completely tethered to you, and he couldn't want anything more. Everyday that the two of you spend together is a chance for him to show you just how much he truly loves you, how your entrancing presence builds walls around him that he wants no part in escaping.

Ricardo doesn't find humor in knowing that his opponents use you against him, as his weak spot isn't a specific area on his body, but rather a person. He will treat his opponent with an excessive amount of malice and damaging force, not caring about their irritating 'machismo' act. By the end of the match, his darkly colored coils of hair will be sticking to his swarthy toned skin, not a drop of his blood being spilled.

He highly enjoys being able to cook for you as his father taught him how to properly prepare traditional cuisine and how to nicely set a table. The joy that fills his beating heart when he sees you close your eyes & hum in contentment after taking a bite out of something he cooked for you is better than anything he's ever experienced.

What could possibly be better than nourishing and being attentive towards the love of his life?

Ricardo has a high spice tolerance as many of the foods he ate growing up contained grounded up spices. He enjoys eating gorditas filled with spicy meat stew along with an abundance of slick nopales, Tostadas paired with carefully prepared ceviche, but, his overall favorite is some menudo topped with chopped up jalepenos & onions, served with a sliced lime on the side.

Don't worry your head about it, though, he won't depend on you to cook all of that as he wouldn't even want you to. He wants to be the one to take care of you and prevent you from unnecessarily lifting a finger for a task.

He is the type of boyfriend to take an incredible amount of photos of you, it doesn't matter if you aren't dressed up and just lounging around the house. You'll hear the fast paced clicks from the colorfully decorated digital camera he carries around along with his flustering praises towards you.

"Ay, mirate, mami. Te miras tan bonita con tu pelo suelto."

Ricardo owns a photo album filled with photographs of the two of you together along with solo pictures of you. He decorated the cover of the book with pastel colored stickers, gems, ribbons and writings written in colorful marker. Many of the photos of you are taken with a Polaroid, the photograph being framed with a film adorned with adorable caricatures. Several of the photos are labeled with dates below them, but he will cherish one of them in an incredibly strong manner.

12-6-23 (The day she said 'yes'.)

Hello everyone, I'm incredibly grateful to be back and writing for you all. This specific piece was inspired by an upcoming movie by the name, "Cassandro", a film about an amateur Mexican wrestler from El Paso, Texas, an eventual incredible icon in the hispanic & latino community. I'm going to see this movie tomorrow and I'm very excited as the trailer pulled me into the story by every frame that came on screen. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy and never hesitate in reaching out to me.

#yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere oc x y/n #yandere headcanons #yandere oneshot #obsessive yandere #yandere oc x you #yandere oc x reader #obsessive love #yandere #yandere male #male yandere #yandere boyfriend #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #tw yandere #soft yandere #male #male yandere x reader #male x reader #x reader #gender neutral reader #female reader #reader insert #fem reader #smut #oc x reader #oc x you #oc x cc #oc x oc

[nhasablogg]

Jealous

Fandom: Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

Characters: Ari/Dante

Summary: Ari tells Dante of a time he felt jealous.

A/N: Something short because I finally watched the movie and I missed them.

Words: 847

“I’ve never felt jealous before,” Ari said one day, the rain splattering against the windshield, different from the summer rain. He wasn’t used to spending autumn with Dante. Had only really seen his face during the summer. His face was paler when the sun wasn’t as strong, although autumns in El Paso were much different from autumns in Chicago, Dante had told him. The rain was merciful in the way it didn’t chill you to your core.

Dante took a sip of his beer, urging him to continue with his silence. Ari hadn’t meant to bring it up, but the booze was making him impulsive. “I think the word you’re looking for is relaxed,” Dante had once said with a laugh. And he was probably right. He wasn’t supposed to overthink every thought he had. Sometimes he just had to speak.

“I’ve never felt jealous before,” he repeated, turning his head toward the desert. “Until I saw you with Daniel.”

Dante didn’t say anything and Ari didn’t dare look at him. “I know it was my fault you were with him to begin with,” he continued, finding now that he’d started speaking he couldn’t stop. “I know I had no right to those feelings at the time. And I know in the grand scheme of things it doesn’t matter now.” He exhaled slowly, tightening his grip of his beer so that the can crackled. “And I know your, uh, interactions with him led to you being beat up. I’m sorry, it’s probably really stupid to think about it all and feel jealous.”

“Ari.” A finger on his jaw, forcing him to turn. Dante was smiling, always smiling, although there was something sad in his eyes too. “It’s okay. Feelings are supposed to be complicated.”

Ari had spent too many nights imagining Dante kissing Daniel, grinding up to him in an alleyway, back pressed to a wall. He’d imagined a different version of that too, before he’d found out what had happened. How replaceable he’d felt. How fucking stupid for causing that to happen.

“Ari.” Dante dragged out the word now, almost sang it. “Come back to me. Stop thinking about it.”

Ari shook his head. “Sorry.”

“There’s no need to apologize.”

“I knew I was lying in the car, when I told you kissing you didn’t work for me.” He grabbed Dante’s hand, brought it to his lips. “Maybe I didn’t fully understand it then, but seeing Daniel’s car in your driveway made me certain. And I got so angry because I didn’t know what to do. How to fix it.”

Dante hummed, extending one finger to caress Ari’s lips. “For what it’s worth, being with Daniel felt- wrong. I mean, it was fun to a certain extent. To experiment properly. But he wasn’t you, and I knew my heart wasn’t fully in it.” He pressed his other hand to Ari’s forehead. “You’re frowning.”

“Sorry.”

“Are you jealous still?”

“The idea of it isn’t very fun to imagine, that’s all.” He shook his head. “I know it’s stupid. I’m literally holding your hand.”

Dante laughed. “You’re cute when you’re jealous. I’m glad you told me.”

“Mm, you’re enjoying this a little too much.”

“Can you blame me?” Dante moved closer, all laughter lines. “You were jealous.”

Ari shoved his face away. “Oh, you better watch it, Dante Quintana.”

“Before what?” Dante’s smile had turned smug.

“I have my ways of taking you down a notch.”

“Is that so?” Dante leaned closer again, their faces mere inches apart. “Prove it then.”

“You sure you want that?”

“I want to see what you do, mostly.”

Ari could understand why he didn’t expect him to do it. Dante was still the more physical one, the more playful one. He’d probably forgotten that Ari knew about it, but it didn’t take long for him to catch on. A grab of his side. A squeeze, and another one. Not stopping even when Dante tried to move away. Laughter. Beautiful laughter reserved just for him.

“No, wait!” he cried, the car suddenly smaller. Ari was grateful they’d not brought Legs this time, as it gave Dante free reign to squirm and Ari just as much to follow. “This isn’t fahahair!” “I told you I have my ways,” Ari said with a laugh.

“Yeah, but tickling’s cheating!”

“How is it cheating?” Dante twisted and Ari went for his ribs, relishing in the way he tried to curl up and couldn’t fully. “I don’t remember us making rules.”

Dante changed tactics and leaned forward again, as if Ari couldn’t just go for the back of his ribs as he pressed his face into Ari’s chest, giggling still.

“You’re so cute,” he said. It had slipped out, but he didn’t regret it. Especially not when Dante groaned into his shirt, a telltale sign of him being embarrassed. Maybe Ari should speak more. It certainly had only done him good thus far.

As he pulled Dante closer, still poking at his skin, he had the thought that Daniel never had this. It was all Ari and Dante’s.

#tickling #ticklish!dante #ari and dante #aridante fic #tickle fic #aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe #n writes #jealous

[try-set-me-on-fire]

@devirnis @eddiebabygirldiaz @rewritetheending @wildlife4life @lover-of-mine @daffi-990 all tagged me for fuck it Friday and I wasn't going to post anything but then as I climbed into bed the opening of a buddie supernatural au popped into my head and then tapped it's way into a google doc. I'm not actually going to write a full fic for this (probably) but sharing this little scrap feels in the nature of this tag game. It's not even Friday anymore so not going to tag anyone unless you, dear reader, see this and feel compelled to share something kicking around in a document somewhere. Fuck it! It's always Friday somewhere (if you forget how days work)! Uhhh canon typical violence warning....

Eddie isn’t a stranger to being called a miracle. A miracle baby, he was; born almost two months early when a ghoul out for revenge had tried to snack on Helena’s gray matter. Neither of them should have survived it, but a few weeks later she brought her little bundle of joy home from the hospital, wailing real loud from his big strong lungs. "It was a miracle you were there, mijo," his father told him when he was six years old and shot a man dead, a man with black eyes who’d broke into the house when he was there alone with Sophia, three years old and screaming, Ramon out on a hunt and Helena at the doctor with the baby. "You’re a miracle worker, Diaz," hunters all over the country have told him with a gritty handshake when he’s helped them put something terrible in the ground. (When Shannon had kissed him under the bleachers for the first time, that had felt like a miracle, too. Her lips were soft and her hands had the same calluses as his, she had the same faint lines across the back of her arm from the testing bite of silver blades. Here was someone who knew, who he didn’t have to lie to, who liked him enough to press all that scarred and unscarred skin together with his. Things fell apart, over and over, in the years after that, but still. That first kiss. Not feeling lonely for maybe the first time ever in his life. Was it not a divine act?) He's 28 when he crawls out of his own grave, dirt clinging to clothes and flesh and coating his mouth, his teeth, stinging his eyes. He stumbles home on wobbly legs like a newborn thing, and maybe he is one, freshly alive as he is. He knocks on his front door however many days it's been since he'd watched his own blood mix with Shannon's on the floor of some old and haunted house — clinging to life long enough to see it start to coagulate because please, god, please, they have a kid at home — and after the holy water and the silver and iron and any other test anyone in the family can think of his abuela takes his face between her hands and weeps “Es un milagro! A miracle! A miracle!”  And in a week, in a barn somewhere outside El Paso, he will learn that this time she is right. 

#tag games #fuck it friday

[inairthings]

911 y Buddie ❤️‍🔥

🇪🇸 - 🇬🇧

911 and Buddie

ESTE POST TIENE SPOILERS / THIS POST HAS SPOILERS

911 es una serie de bomberos, no es realista obviamente, es ficción y en ficción siempre se exageran las cosas aunque hayan tomado ideas de la vida real donde pasan cosas muy locas todos los días.

Uno de los puntos fuertes de esta serie es el BROmance entre dos de sus protagonistas, Eddie Díaz y Evan "Buck" Buckley, o Buddie, como los fans han decidido llamarlos, dos hombres que empezaron su amistad con mal piel pero que poco a poco fueron convirtiéndose en mejores amigos, hasta el punto de que Buck es una figura paterna para el hijo de Eddie, Christopher.

El tema está en la ENORME química que existe entre Ryan Guzmán, que interpreta a Eddie y Oliver Stark, que da vida a Buck, una química que obviamente han traspasado a sus personajes.

Leer más 👇🏻 - CONTIENE SPOILERS

🇬🇧 English 👇🏻 - CONTAINS SPOILERS

¿Y qué es lo que sucede?, que te los imaginas como pareja que pasa de ser una pareja de amigos a una pareja que es algo más, unos sentimientos que intuyes que están ahí y que quieres que se hagan realidad, pasar de BROmance a ROmance, y la prueba está en la cantidad de fanfiction, más de 23.000, que hay en la web Archive of Your Own o AO3.

Son seis temporadas esperando a que den el gran paso porque siendo sinceros interpretarían a una de las mejores parejas LGBT de la televisión, una con un apoyo brutal y también de las más bonitas, seis temporadas de tensión en las que hay situaciones de tensión brutales entre ellos y eso traspasó la pantalla gracias a esa química que existe entre ellos.

AQUÍ COMIENZAN LOS SPOILERS

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Y de repente en la Temporada 7 Buck sale del armario como bisexual, Tommy Kinard, un antiguo miembro del 118 e interpretado por Lou Ferrigno Jr, alias mi querido Rocker en SWAT, le besa, un beso que honestamente vi extraño, no me transmitió nada y en el próximo episodio tendrán una cita. Yo creo que ese es el primer paso para la relación romántica entre Eddie y Buck, y me gusta porque quiero que sea una relación que avance despacio y segura, no de una forma rápida.

¿Qué creo que podemos esperar de Buddie?

No sé cual de los actores dijo que veríamos a Buck y a Eddie más cercanos que nunca y creo que puede ser una pista, obviamente no pueden revelar lo que pasará pero si tuviera que decir una teoría tengo el presentimiento de que en un primer lugar la serie va a llegar a la Temporada 10 y que esa será la última temporada (espero que no, aunque prefiero un final bueno que no alargar la serie y darle un final malo). También que Buddie se resolverá al final del último episodio de la Temporada 7 y que se empezará a desarrollar ya en la Temporada 8 donde ya tendremos una pareja establecida y hasta el final de la serie.

Veremos lo que nos depara el resto de temporada, lo que está claro es que Buddie es muy real.

🇬🇧 English

911 is a firefighters tv show, it is obviously not realistic, it is fiction and in fiction things are always exaggerated even though they have taken ideas from real life where very crazy things happen every day.

One of the strong points of this series is the BROmance between two of its protagonists, Eddie Díaz and Evan "Buck" Buckley, or Buddie, as fans have decided to call them, two men who began their friendship in a bad and antagonist way, but they became best friends, to the point that Buck is a father figure to Eddie's son, Christopher, and he is in Eddie's will.

The issue is the HUGE chemistry that exists between Ryan Guzman, who plays Eddie, and Oliver Stark, who plays Buck, a chemistry that they have obviously transferred to their characters.

And what happens? You imagine them as a couple that goes from being a couple of friends to a couple that is something more, feelings that you sense are there and that you want to come true, going from BROmance to ROmance, they are very loved and the proof is in the amount of fanfiction, more than 23,000, that there are on the Archive of Your Own or AO3 website.

There are six seasons waiting for them to take the big step because to be honest they would play one of the best LGBT couples on television, one with brutal support and also one of the most beautiful, six seasons of tension in which there are brutal situations of unresolved tension between them and that crossed the screen thanks to that chemistry that exists between them.

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And suddenly in Season 7 Buck comes out as bisexual, Tommy Kinard, a former member of 118 and played by Lou Ferrigno Jr, aka my dear Rocker in SWAT, kisses him (btw I don't feel anything with this kiss), and in the next episode they go on a date. We know Lou Ferrigno will be only un several episodes, so I think that is the first step for the romantic relationship between Eddie and Buck, and I like it because I want it to be a relationship that moves slowly and safe, not rushing.

What do I think we can expect from Buddie?

I don't know which of the actors said that we would see Buck and Eddie closer than ever and I think it could be a clue, obviously they can't reveal what will happen but if I had to say a theory I have a feeling that in the first place the series It's going to reach Season 10 and that will be the last season (I hope not, although I prefer a good ending to not lengthening the series and giving it a bad ending). Also that Buddie will be resolved at the end of the last episode of Season 7 and that it will begin to develop in Season 8 where we will have an established couple until the end of the series.

We'll see what the rest of the season has in store, what's clear is that Buddie is very real.

Yeah, Buddie❤️‍🔥 is Endgame

#911 abc #911 spoilers #tv shows #series tv #star channel #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley

[the-antiapocalyptic-man]

"Milagro...ayudame."

They rebuilt him strong, but they rebuilt him wrong.

Once a normal teenager from the Palmera City area of El Paso, Texas, Jaime Reyes life was changed forever when an explosion occurred at the Kord Industries building, seemingly killing Jaime. His family mourned him for the months to come until--a year to the day--Jaime returned, wandering out of the desert...changed.

What had happened to Jaime was unclear at first. He had strange dreams of giant insects shaped like men and responded to voices that weren't there. His family didn't understand that it was one voice and it was very real, just as real as the bug-men from outer space that put it there.

One night, Jaime's sister Milagro, concerned, went go check on her brother in the throes of what sounded like more than just another night terror. She found him covered in skittering, chittering blue metal, attached to a bizarre scarab-shaped machine through growths on his back. Worst of all, she quickly realized the metal wasn't entering into Jaime's body: it was emerging from it.

The face of the Blue Beetle turned to look at her, but it was Jaime's eyes that pleaded for help.

Help that Khaji-Da Kha-Ef-Re, in her purgatorial existence as mind-machine of the Scarab as punishment for siding with Oa against the Reach, was all too happy to provide...

#dc #headverse #fanart #au #redesign #blue beetle #jaime reyes #kord industries #body horror tw #the scarab #khaji da #kha ef re

[sunnyside-sunset]

qsmp egg assigned songs again but im giving up on it and shoving it here because i cant be bothered working on it anymore so its probably really inaccurate and biased thats my bad

i encourage criticism!!! its the only way i get better and it gives me a better understanding of the eggs i dont know very well since i dont know much about a lot of them!!!! more accurate song recs are also very welcome ^^

QSMP EGG SONGS (updated) (long post)

TALLULAH: Goodbye My Danish Sweetheart by Mitski / Here Comes A Thought from Steven Universe

“And I don't blame you

If you want to bury me in your memory

I'm not the girl I ought to be, but

Maybe when you tell your friends

You can tell them what you saw in me

And not the way I am

And I don't mean to make your heart blue

But could we be what we're meant to be?

I'm just about to beg you, please

And then, when you tell your friends

You can tell them what you saw in me

And not the way I used to be”

“Here comes a thought that might alarm me

What someone said and how it harmed me

Something I did that failed to be charming

Things that I said are suddenly swarming

And, oh, I'm losing sight, I'm losing touch

All these little things seem to matter so much

That they confuse me

That I might lose me”

BOBBY: Mi Último Deseo by Banda Los Recoditos / Mother’s Song from Wolf Children

“Me gustan los parties y las desveladas

Lunes a Domingo y toda la semana

Me la paso alegre y disfruto la vida

Y así seguiré hasta mi último día

Me gusta el desmadre, el ambiente me prende

Yo así soy feliz, no le temo a la muerte

Yo no pienso en eso, es tiempo perdido

Pues nadie se escapa de nuestro destino”

“泣きはらした目で 膝を抱える

訳を聞かせて すべて話して

だいじょうぶ どこへも行かないよ

なにがあっても いっしょにいるよ

あなたの笑った顔が 好きよ

落ち込んでいても 元気をくれる

ルルル ルルル おいで 歌 歌おうよ

うおおん うおおん おいで のど 鳴らそうよ”

SUNNY: Sunny by Boney M / What if they’re right from Bob’s Burgers

“Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain

Sunny, you smiled at me and really eased the pain

The dark days are gone

And the bright days are here

My Sunny one shines so sincere

Sunny one so true, I love you”

“Feels like

Something's wrong with me

And they know it

They took one look my way and exposed it

I'm ready to give up the fight

And just admit that they are right.”

RAMÓN: Talk to You by Ricky Montgomery / John, Take Me With You by JW Francis

“Been a pretty long time

Been a really long time

Sincе you saw me last

Since I saw you last

Wonder if wе met today

Would you turn and walk away?

Would you take me for a ride?

Would you toss me to the side?”

“Do you want your time alone?

You're the place I feel at home

I'll be roaming

I've got my phone

And you call when you feel all right

And you can call when you feel all right

And you can call when you feel all right”

DAPPER: you are my sunshine by Christina Perri but specifically sung by BadBoyHalo / Black Hair by Alex G

“You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are gray

You'll never know, dear

How much I love you

Please don't take

My sunshine away

The other night, dear

As I lay sleeping

I dreamed I held you

In my arms

When I awoke, dear

I was mistaken

So I hung my head and I cried”

“Black hair it's swimming in my head

Black hair it's bigger than death

Black hair don't leave me in the dirt

Black hair I'll show you what I'm worth”

LEONARDA: memories by Maki Otsuki / Cop Car by Mitski

“Moshi mo sekai ga kawaru no nara

Nanimo shiranai koro no watashi ni

Tsurete itte omoide ga

Iro asenai you ni

Chisana koro kara uta o utatte

Yume miru kokoro atatameteta

Minna de maneshita himitsu no merodei

Kondo wa jouzu ni kikoeru you ni”

“I get mean when I'm nervous like a bad dog

I get mean when I'm nervous like a bad dog”

CHAYANNE: When I Grow Up from Matilda the Musical / Today Today by Jack Stauber

“When I grow up, when I grow up (When I grow up)

I will be strong enough to carry all

The heavy things you have to haul

Around with you when you're a grown-up

And when I grow up, when I grow up (When I grow up)

I will be brave enough to fight the creatures

That you have to fight beneath the bed

Each night to be a grown-up”

“Today, today is one of those days

That carries you slowly into next time

And as those walk by, you see with your eye

Part of me is repeatedly given”

JUANAFLIPPA: Everything Stays from Adventure Time / Sarah by Alex G

“Everything stays right where you left it

Everything stays

But it still changes

Ever so slightly, daily and nightly

In little ways, when everything stays”

“I can't be what you need

I am stuck in a dream

I am stuck in a dream

Don't you know she's been here all along in a dream?

She belongs in a dream”

PEPITO: スマイリーを探して by Seranji Poji / Dubidubidu(Chipi Chipi Chapa Chapa) by Christell (pepito is this 🤏🤏 small to me)

“(Where is my friend Smiley?)

（｀Δ´）！

君の名前はきっとスマイリー

(♡˙︶˙♡)

(Mm～ Have you seen Smiley?)

(∩˃o˂∩)♡

僕が勝手につけました

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

(Where is my friend Smiley?)

♡＼(￣▽￣)／♡

探してる友達のスマイリー

☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆

(He-hey! Where is Smiley? His name is Smiley!)

。.:☆*:･'(*⌒―⌒*)))”

“Si tú quieres bailar, jugar, pintar, cantar

Tú puedes venir a mi casa

La idea es compartir, te vas a divertir

Si quieres venir a mi casa

Quiero invitar a jugar a mi casa

A todas mis amigas y amigos

Quiero saltar y bailar

Y lo que tengo, compartir contigo”

EMPANADA: Escapism from Steven Universe / No More Birthdays by Sophie May / Sweet Tooth by Maya Hawke (im not biased idk what you mean)

“I guess I have to face

That in this awful place

I shouldn't show a trace of doubt

But pulled against the grain

I feel a little pain

That I would rather do without

I'd rather be

Free, free, free

I'd rather be

Free, free, free

Free, free, free

From here”

“My baby don’t cry

She just sleeps through the night

She don’t fuss, she don’t wine

She stays perfectly quiet

But while I watch her grow (I watch her grow)

My poor heart grows a hole

Oh, Lord, say (Say it ain't so) it ain't so

Can't you please make an exception? I've got good intentions

I just crave protection for my ball of perfection”

“Told my mother that I love her

And that I'd lie to the accountant if she wants

I'll do whatever to protect her

I'll say anything just to make her stop

I saw a movie everybody hated

In an empty theatre in Duluth

Swear I really loved it

Love is such a better thing to do

I'm grateful for everything you put me through

It's the only reason I'm any good to talk to

When I'm sick or suffering, I'll still call you

About my big, sore sweet tooth”

POMME: Enfance 80 by Mattyeux, Videoclub / Mai by Videoclub / Class of 2013 by Mitski

“J'ai touché l'enfance dans mes doigts encore feutrés

Ressassé cette histoire comme si je l'avais rencontrée

La vraie belle nouveauté, c'est celle qui ne vieillit pas

Celle qui nous garde le ciel pastel, l'orage quand il fait froid

Je laisse aux autres les demains

Moi, je prends que les maintenant

Si c'est pour penser la fin

Compte sur mes rêves d'enfant

Je laisse aux autres les demains

Moi, je prends que les maintenant

Si c'est pour penser la fin

Compte sur mes rêves d'enfant”

“M'envoler dans la pluie

Déchirer mes copies

Échanger ces regards et pouvoir rentrer très tard

J'aurais dû sauver le jour pour t'offrir la nuit

Tes yeux regards hagards, essaye j'ai ma part

J'aurais pu, j'aurais dû

Oublier voir l'été

Entre tes doigts

Moi je les vois

Les couleurs d'autrefois”

“Mom, am I still young?

Can I dream for a few months more?”

TILÍN: Mama’s Boy by Dominic Fike / I Miss My Mum by Cavetown

“How do my plans fit in with yours? (Oh)

You're such a doll and I'm a boy

Where did my parents go? (Oh, oh)

I'm not in Italy

They like vacation homes much more than they love me”

“The sun feels nice

Through the window with a view

It's fine bein' a person

'Cause I got to meet you, ooh

Buddy

You just need to find home

And I think maybe

You just miss your mum”

TRUMP: I Wait for You by Alex G / O Superman by Laurie Anderson

“It's what I do

I wait for you

I wait for you

I wait for you

I wait for you

I wait for you”

“So hold me, Mom, in your long arms

So hold me, Mom, in your long arms

In your automatic arms, your electronic arms

In your arms

So hold me, Mom, in your long arms

Your petrochemical arms, your military arms

In your electronic arms”

RICHARLYSON: Velha Infância by Tribalistas / Boys Will Be Bugs by Cavetown

“Você é assim

Um sonho pra mim

E quando eu não te vejo

Eu penso em você

Desde o amanhecer

Até quando eu me deito

Eu gosto de você

E gosto de ficar com você

Meu riso é tão feliz contigo

O meu melhor amigo é o meu amor”

“The other boys at school

Think it's cool to hate your parents

But they're lying all the time

The bugs advised that I should let 'em

And if you wanna cry

Make sure that they never see it

Or even better yet

Block it out and never feel it

I just turned 14

And I think I know everything”

CHUNSIK / 춘식: Water Island from My Singing Monsters

“The ocean's deep

The currents strong

Right here I found where I belong

It's all around

Can you feel the sound?

I'm alright now

Cool, calm, and clear like water

I'll make it somehow

I'll go with the flow like water”

HOPE: Any Day Now by Bo Burnham / Last Words of a Shooting Star by Mitski

“It'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now)

It'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now)

It'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now)

It'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now)

It'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now)

It'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now)”

“They'll never know how I'd stared at the dark in that room

With no thoughts

Like a blood-sniffing shark

And while my dreams made music in the night

Carefully

I was going to live”

GEGG: Things To Do by Alex G

“Hold on tight to this time, this place

'Cause everything you know will be erased

You were born inside your head

And that is where you'll be when you are dead

You are just a boy you are no man and

Nobody you know will understand

You are just a boy you are no man and

Nobody you know will understand”

there is so much alex g in this list im so sorry 😭😭

#qsmp #qsmp tallulah #qsmp bobby #qsmp sunny #qsmp empanada #qsmp leo #qsmp pepito #qsmp chayanne #qsmp chunsik #qsmp 춘식 #qsmp tilin #qsmp tilín #qsmp ramon #qsmp ramón #qsmp richarlyson #qsmp pomme #qsmp dapper #qsmp leonarda #qsmp gegg #qsmp hope #qsmp hope egg #qsmp egg a1 #qsmp a1 #qsmp sunnysideup #qsmp trump #qsmp juanaflippa

[lesvii]

Emotion (Part 2)

Link to part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/lesvii/722894732651577344/emotion-part-1

Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/lesvii/723808271307341825/emotions-part-3

Taglist: @sae1kie

Chapter 2: Truth

Suddenly a quick hard flash hit your face, you tried to move but you had this weird feeling of something blocking your moves. You tried blinking a few times and the feeling of being restrained hits you. You were tied up to a chair, the rope clenching your skin, you felt a burning sensation by it.

``Que paso mi chula, se te cayó el teatrito?´´ (what's up beautiful, did you drop the act?)

Valeria spoke dominantly to you, but you actually didn't see her anywhere in the room, like if she was one in the shadows. Your vision still blurry from the prominent lights in the room, you kept looking in a direction in the room that felt like someone was there by the looks of the shadow, you kept trying to look for her confused and scared, maybe just a little, you're still dealing with the most powerful drug lord after all,

El Sin Nombre.

You felt a heavy touch on your shoulder, by the way you were sitting in a tied position. you couldn't turn your head easily to look, but you either way recognize valeria voice.

``V-Valeria? What's going on you're scaring me´´.

Y/N said with a worrying voice, her gaze shaking looking directly at Valeria now infront of her, she held a golden pistol in her right hand. You can't read Valeria´s emotions, she seemed sad, but disappointed, yet angry at the way she talked to you

´´Really?, do you have the audacity to still play innocent with me? With El Sin Nombre, girl?, you got some balls, that's what i´ll tell you´´.

Valeria scuffed, as she said and walked towards you taking your face into her hand and pulling it towards her. Her raspy voice flooded the lonely room you both were in, she once looked at you with her penetrating gaze and loses the grip in your face, she walked in circles towards you like a predator analyzing its prey, ready to attack at any moment.

´´My men´s got me a little surprise, in which i insisted to not take until i knew what was it really about…´´.

Valeria sounds amused as she passes in the room.

´´Listen Valeria–´´.

You didn't even got to finish the sentence when you got cut off by Valeria, she quickly stood in front of you in a dominant gaze and pose, grabbing your face tightly with her hands as she said.

´´It's El Sin Nombre to you´´.

Her voice was cold and firm, as she stepped away, her gaze still on your face. At that moment your heart broke, you knew getting involved romantically with the drug lord you were suppose to take down wasn't your first plan… but it happened, that's why for the past 6 months you been giving fake intel to your base, of course not all information was fake because you didn't want to them to figure out the fake intel, but mostly was incorrect information. After the first month being a spy on the cartel you quickly figured out El Sin Nombre had their eye on you, all this time getting involved with Valeria thinking she was close to El Sin Nombre, she was suppose to be her personal sicaria, when in reality Valeria is El Sin Nombre.

When you figured that out you knew you were fucked, you fell in love with the drug lord you need to take down, but… what if you dont?. Your love for her was way too strong to bring her down and cause her pain. Valeria was quick to figure out you knew about her real identity, cause you seemed way too nervous sometimes, you tried brushing it off but it never worked, so why hide it anymore, at the end she told you what her real identity was, she choose to be vulnerable with you. You were supposed to tell her your association with the military too but you couldn't bring yourself to do it, betray her trust, and god knows what she would have done if she knew you worked for the people she hated the most and you knew she was El Sin Nombre.

Well know she knows your little secret.

And oh well you’re fucked.

“Val—“

You think before you spoke again as you correct yourself.

“Sin Nombre…. listen is not what you think.”

Y/N said looking towards El Sin Nombre, her prominent state penetrating your whole body. She hums and continues to say:

“Huh, really? How, convince me preciosa,

Go ahead, tell me your part, now.”

Valeria spoke at the same time she demanded of you.

“You’re right… I do worked for the military—- but not in the way you think I do, I had a job to get intel and pass it down to my base, a complicated mission but better alone, at least what I thought before. The mission was initially to capture…. Umm—- well you, El Sin Nombre but— that’s before I knew it was you..’’

Your gaze fell down to the floor, it was humiliating you looked like a kid getting scolded by their mother.

“Listen after I knew it was you who I was after— I— started giving them fake intel, I couldn’t bring myself to hurt you, to hurt…. us— But it looks like I already did”

Your gaze comes up again to look at valeria, her face still emotionless just standing in front of you, few seconds pass by waiting for Valeria to answer when she turns back, opens the door from the room and goes away, you watch her disappear. Now you’re left alone too, not scared anymore but you have this weird feeling in your mouth, a bad taste. You should've told Valeria in the first place who you were after she told you her identity, but you can’t turn back now. Your blurry vision comes back again but this time the lights weren’t the problem, your nose getting red as well as your eyes,

you’re crying?

Yeah you’re.

You mumbled into your own breath “im sorry, im sorry” like as if She could hear you. Still tied down to the chair you head looking down at your feet. You hear a door open as you look up in thoughts maybe is valeria again, but is not, is one of her men’s they’ve come to untie you for now.

They grab you by your arm.

“Párate, the boss wants you out. You’re a lucky bitch” (get up).

One of the guys said to you as they grabbed you by your arm still swollen from the rope around your wrists, they take you to a nicer room, not your room by the looks, in fact you’ve never seen this house before, you’ve guess another security house of valeria, one of hundreds. They closed the door and left you once again alone, the room was quite big, had expensive wooden floors, a big king side bed, in front of the bed this chimney that was at the moment not on, you sit on the corner of the bed thinking about how you got so involved in the cartel.

What are you doing for love huh?.

Lost in the thought, you hear the click of the door opening, you look up to see who it was, taller than you, black short hair, big gold chain around her neck, black turtleneck with long sleeves and some military pants. It was Valeria.

#el sin nombre #valeria garza #cod #valeria garza cod #valeria garza x fem!reader #lesbian #call of duty #call of duty valeria #cod fanfic #cod modern warfare #smut #angst #fluff #valeria garza is a lesbian <3

[quitealotofsodapop]

BookAccurate!Macaque seria... Espeluznante... Pienso que el pasado antes del viaje BookAccurate!Wukong pensó en el como un posible compañero, Era guapo y fuerte en los estándares de los monos; una pareja ideal para ''La hermosa Rey mono'', hasta en ese entonces ella nunca se había apareado pero viendo este posible pretendiente ¿seria quizás la primera vez de su matriarca?... (Pienso que algunos comportamientos de los mono podrían ser rasgos culturales para ellos) Pero sabes lo que paso, Intento usurpar su identidad y cometió canibalismo entre su gente. ¿Macaco en el libro esta muerto, no? Pero como la cucaracha arrastrada que es, podría volver de la muerte y seria un milagro si estos dos se juntan, si es que el tiene un acto de redención (Como shadowpeach shipper me gastaría, pero con esta versión será un reto y misión imposible)

Y quisiera ver la reacción Wukongverse ante este Chango Eldrich dsanjdnas

translated via google;

"BookAccurate!Macaque would be... Creepy... I think the past before the trip BookAccurate!Wukong thought of him as a possible companion, He was handsome and strong by monkey standards; an ideal partner for ''The beautiful Monkey King'', until then she had never mated but seeing this possible suitor, could it perhaps be the first time for her matriarch?... (I think that some behaviors of the monkeys could be cultural traits for them) But you know what happened, He tried to usurp their identity and committed cannibalism among their people. Macaque in the book is dead, right? But like the crawling cockroach that he is, he could come back from the dead and it would be a miracle if these two get together, if he has an act of redemption (As a shadowpeach shipper I would spend it, but with this version it will be a challenge and mission impossible)

And I would like to see the Wukongverse reaction to this Chango Eldrich dsanjdnas"

I just imagined BookAccurate!Macaque being literally squashed like a cockroach and all you see a flood of love hearts as he croaks out; "What a woman!"

He manages to slip back into Wukong's attention afterwards, mostly because he figured that she would arrive back in Chang'an or Flower Fruit Mountain eventually.

So the Monkey King returns home after their long journey, having reached a level of enlightenment very few demons wish to achieve...

...and she sees something like this waiting for her at Water-Curtain Cave;

Turns out that after being beaten so terribly in battle, The Six Eared Macaque had fallen completely and utterly in love for his King/Matriarch. Completely devoted and adoring of her to a sickening degree.

BookAccurate!Wukong isn't sure how to feel about this. On one hand; hey a mate who is as strong as her! On the other; he's guilty of identity theft, attempted murder, and the consumption of a dead fellow monkey. On another other hand (she has more); they would make very strong babies together.

Her fellow SWKs in the Wukongverse are super protective of her when they find out about her Macaque (esp the part about the cannibalism). The different Macaques are barely phased by the weirdness of their newest member - thats how some of them have acted around their Wukong too. XD

#wukongverse #jttw #journey to the west #fem!sunwukong #sun wukong #shadowpeach #liu er mihou #six eared macaque

[fancyfade]

Saw the Blue Beetle movie! OVerall enjoyable, thoughts under the cut WITH SPOILERS

Okay, so. It was a very fun movie, but not very comics accurate :P Many details are changed (Jaime and Milagro's age, addition of Uncle Rudy, Nana, being in Palmera City instead of El Paso, etc...). Overall, Jaime's character still felt true to his comics self. He had a strong sense of responsibility he felt to his family (true to comics self) did not want to fight, tries to talk to people first, convinces the scarab not to kill someone... the moment I would say is iffy is when he tries to kill Carapax after he believes Carapax killed Rudy.

The biggest disappointment character wise was Jaime's mom's character, Bianca (in the comics)/ Rocío (in the movie). She felt like very much a background character in the movie, she was freaked out when everyone else was freaked out, didn't really have any significant lines or contribution to the plot until she gave Jaime a quick pep talk close to the end. Bianca in the comics is such a strong character so it was disappointing to see her mostly be scene filler. I also would've preferred more interactions with Jaime and his parents over so much Uncle Rudy time. Like he was a fine character, but I like Jaime's strong relationship with his parents.

It was interesting to see how they kept some themes of the comics to fit the movie, like Jaime being away not due to being stuck in space for 1 year but being in college (and his family not telling him when bad stuff was going on at home because they knew he would want to come home and help).

I think Jaime was significantly more freaked out than he was in the comic but :P I get its like just a different genre, it was comedic.

I think it's a wasted opportunity narratively that Carapax died (self destructing to take out Victoria and the complex of OMACs) because him figuring out how to deal with being treated as a weapon his whole life could've been interesting, even if it was like for a sequel. his turn around also did seem a little quick.

Jaime's family being present and helping him throughout the movie was strong, and I did like that a lot.

Many elements I'm not sure why they changed so much from the comics, but it was still an enjoyable movie.

#dc comics #dc movies #blue beetle #jaime reyes #carapax #spoilers #blue beetle spoilers

[hollow15]

Ella es Puffy, es mi Oc de Welcome home,

Es dulce, amable, sabe cantar y consoladora, si necesitas ayuda ella podrá ayudarte. ¡Es increíblemente fuerte!, ella no habla con muchos asique hay que conocerla paso a paso, tonto por tonto XD. Cocina pero aveces se le dificulta si son demasiados ingredientes o demasiada comida. Tiene hermanos si lo preguntas pero eso será para después.

Le encanta estar con Barnaby ya que fue el primero en ser el vecino que vio (además de Wally claro) le enseño trucos y chistes y ella se reía pero cada vez que le hablaba más y más se congela... es su modo de procesar todo y por qué no sabe manejar muy bien si le hablas demasiado, como dice "Hablar en un tono calmado, alivia la cabeza"

Y por supuesto, ella ama el ballet, tuvo que ser más "Flexible" para sacar a sus hermanos adelante y a ella ya que tenía que cuidarlos sin la necesidad de padres... Por eso también eh de mencionar que es muy maternal o sabe manejar un poco con niños (Oh bueno ella es lo que piensa)

—♥️Dibujo de San Valentín♥️—

Ahora en inglés

This is Puffy, she is my Oc from Welcome home,

She is sweet, kind, knows how to sing and is a comforter, if you need help she will be able to help you. She's incredibly strong! She doesn't talk to many so you have to get to know her step by step, fool by fool XD. He cooks but sometimes it is difficult if there are too many ingredients or too much food. He has brothers if you ask but that will be for later.

She loves being with Barnaby since he was the first neighbor she saw (besides Wally of course) he taught her tricks and jokes and she laughed but every time he talked to her more and more she freezes... it's her way of processing everything and why he doesn't know how to handle it very well if you talk to him too much, as he says "Talking in a calm tone eases the head"

And of course, she loves ballet, she had to be more "Flexible" to support her siblings and herself since she had to take care of them without the need for parents... That's why I should also mention that she is very maternal or knows how to drive. a little with children (Oh well she is what she thinks)

#mi ocs #mi arte #my art #welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home puppet show #welcome home oc #Perdón si la saco ahora la tenía que sacar ya a mi dulce Puffy :3

[cuando-fingi-quererte]

Estoy replanteandome el suicidio. La gente me hace ver que solo soy una carga y una molestia. En elntrabajo. En mi vida personal. Todo. Me gustaría acabar con todo.

¡NO! ¡ABSOLUTAMENTE NO!

No vayas directo al vórtice, las personas solo hablan por hablar.

El darle poder a sus palabras recae en nosotros.

Porque somos quienes decidimos como tomarlas, como recibir ese impacto en nosotros.

Comentarios, criticas, insultos, etc.

No te dejes caer en depresión.

Es un asesino silencioso, que solo te va alejando poco a poco del mundo, de las personas que te quieren y te obliga a pensar que nada es bueno para ti, que nada importa, de repente empiezas a ver solo lo que ellos quieren.

Y ignorar incluso a los que quisieran verte mejorar.

Aún estás a tiempo, porque le has compartido esto a un extraño.

Tal vez, no la mejor de las personas o la más adecuada.

Pero ese simple hecho es un paso de fortaleza.

Por qué no animarte a abrirte con alguien cercano, un amig@, un familiar.

Porque sé, confío, creo que hay alguien o más que no dudarán en escucharte.

Por favor, que se tiene sino una sola vida.

Y hay que llegar hasta el final.

Si tú sacas esa fortaleza, y se que lo harás.

Este horrible extraño estará feliz de leerte nuevamente.

Feliz de tenerte nuevamente por aquí.

Stay strong 🖤🐷

[gothcsz]

𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒇𝒂𝒓𝒆 / Chapter I.

PAIRING: Javier Peña x Original Female Character

SUMMARY: Javier gets acquainted with his new job and new life in small town, Texas.

WORD COUNT: 6.7k

RATING:   18+ Mature topics such as sex, drugs, murder, the occult, religion, cannibalism and other triggering matters will be explored in this body of work. Minors DNI.

CHAPTER SPECIFIC TAGS: Mutual pining, talks of homicide, they really wanna fuck each other, beginning of a beautiful slow burn, lots of smoking, southern gothic vibes are strong with this one, if you love worldbuilding then this is the fic for you, mentions of a religious cult, subtle slutshaming.

DISCLAIMER/WARNINGS:   The Javier Peña referenced in this body of work is solely based off of the character that appears in Netflix’s Narcos and not the actual person. Very canon divergent and I will tweak things as I see fit to compliment the narrative of this story. While efforts have been made to be accurate in terms of canon timeline, a lot of details will be fictionalized, including the usage of the song(s) that Paloma will perform throughout the story.

A/N: it’s official, i am now licensed! lol jk jk but hooray to a first chapter! i’ve been working on this thing non stop trying to get the characterization and dynamic and overall voice of the story down pat. i had so much fun writing this tbh and i hope the person reading this enjoyed… well… reading it! i’m still trying to get the hang of writing/posting a whole ass fic while also learning how AO3/Tumblr works so pls be GENTLE with me *cries* i'm not sure what the upload schedule will be yet but just know ya girl is devoting all her free time to this currently.... anyways feel free to drop any type of feedback in my ask. < 3

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Javier Peña doesn’t know if he should see this reassignment as a good thing. He had gotten himself in a pretty hairy situation down in Colombia. His involvement with a death squad and the cartel had him pulled from the biggest case of his career right as they were on the verge of catching Escobar… and only he was to blame for that. He crossed a boundary with himself, gotten innocent people killed and what exactly does he have to show for it?

A reassignment to a small, shitty town in the middle of Texas. 

At least in South America he had a great view to cope with the shitty happenings. The lush mountains of Medellín that stretched for miles and miles, the bustling of the the country’s capitol, Bogotá, or the portrait perfect skyline of Cali. 

Here, it’s just dirt roads with barbed wired fences lining the vast amounts of grassy lands. Occasional livestock litter the area; Seminary’s only lifeline is farming since most of the families that reside here own ranches or crop fields. The town is able to sustain itself with what it produces, therefore not needing many additional businesses. Just a few blocks of shops and civil buildings. No hospital but a doctor’s office with one singular clinician, a grindhouse, some boutiques, a bakery, a very small post office that shares its space with the local newspaper. Typical spaces you’d find in a settlement like this.

He can see some resemblances to that of his hometown, Laredo, but that’d be a disservice to where he's from.

Regardless, he can’t change his past and all his wrongdoings. Instead, Javier can try and see the fucking silver lining of the situation; that he finally has time to catch his breath… to slow down, for once. The concept is foreign to him. He’s been fleeing from it since he was an adolescent.

A fact that his father, Chucho, had brought up when Javier told the older man of his new job.

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“ Seminary? Donde putas es eso? (Where the fuck is that?) ”

“ Couple hours southwest of El Paso. A smidge on the map. ”

“ A smidge on the map sounds like exactly what you need, hombre (man). ” His pops tells him, taking a swig from his beer as the two lean against the wooden fence that keeps the herd of horses from running amuck.

Javi doesn’t say anything, instead gazing out into the vastness of the family ranch.

“ All that craziness down there in Colombia te pudre le mente. El cuerpo. (It rots your mind. Your body.)  And I’ll be damned if a heart attack takes you out before me. ” The men chuckle briefly, sounding just alike.

“ Comes with its own shit. A damn cult. ” Javi scoffs, taking a smooth drag from the cigarette between his lips. “ Least that’s what the locals think. Could just be a damn serial killer. ” No different from what he’s experienced with the cartel.

“ Shit is goin’ to be anywhere you go, hijo (son), pero se me hace a mi (it seems to me) that the shit they got goin’ on in Seminary is much more manageable than la mierda con Escobar (the shit with Escobar). ” Just hearing his name has Javier clenching his jaw subconsciously and Chucho takes notice.

“ Just an old man’s opinion. Take this time to look within. Figure out the type of man you want to be after being chewed up and spat out of Colombia. ” Another swig of beer, “ Pero eres tan bruto, nunca me haces caso (but you’re so stubborn, you never listen to me). ”

“ In a shocking turn of events, this might be the one time I do. ” Javier snuffs out the finished cigarette against the wooden pole, tossing it aside carelessly and crossing his arms against his chest. “ But don’t get your hopes up. ”

“ As long as you don’t drink the damn kool aid, vaz a estar bien (you’re going to be fine). ” The father and son share another laugh, this time much more lighthearted.

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Javi blinks slowly behind the aviators that sit on the bridge of his nose, the bright and grueling Texas sun beaming down on him harshly. Finishing his cigarette, he pushes himself off the hood of his restored Ford pickup truck. He’s been sitting outside of Seminary’s Sheriff’s Department for about ten minutes now, the small building located right in the middle of town very easy to find.

Then again, it wasn’t very hard to get lost in a place this small.

It is unimpressive and has the makings of any other small town government building. An American flag flown proudly above Texas’s, the lettering that labeled the building faded due to being unkept and time. 

Javier knows that the dread he feels comes from not being able to sit still. That’s why he found some kind of pleasure working down in Colombia. Things were always moving at a fast pace, albeit he had done a lot of pencil pushing and running down the clock, the city itself was bustling with life and culture that kept him on go even when he was idle. 

Here, however, the stillness is suffocating and he wonders how the people of Seminary can breathe. 

Is this sentiment what has sparked the murders? Had someone finally had enough of the mundane and decided to spruce things up?

His eyes narrow, if he continues to stand out here any longer, the sheriff will begin to wonder if the new guy had bailed before even coming in.

Javier jogs up the steps that lead up to the main building, taking them two at a time then pushing open the worn, glass door of the entrance; removing his sunglasses and neatly folding them then letting them hang from the collar of the cream colored button up shirt he’s wearing. 

He takes in his surroundings and somehow he feels like he and Murphy had more space back at the embassy than what they have here. 

There’s a front desk to the immediate right being tended to by an older woman with fiery red hair that’s got reading glasses on, too engrossed in her novel to notice that he’s stepped foot in.

Other than that, everything else looks pretty much like anyone would expect a sheriff’s department to look like. Desks pushed together here and there, singular ceiling fan lazily spinning in the center of the room, a break room tucked to the back, the hallway that led to detaining rooms and other necessary spaces, variety of office supplies and filing cabinets. It almost looks too normal.

“ Need somethin’, dear? ” He is returned to himself as the older woman finally takes notice of him with a friendly smile, her eyes not so subtly giving him a once over. “ We don’t usually get hunks ‘round here. You must be lost, sugar. ”

Peña smirks, even without trying he’s got women smitten.

“ Fortunately for you, ma’am, seems like I’m in the right place. Javier Peña, new Deputy Sheriff. ” He strolls over to her desk, leaning against it as he reaches his hand out for her to shake. 

She lets out a warm laugh and suddenly he’s not so on edge about being here. They shake hands and Javi notices a soft pink tint of blush on the apples of her cheeks. “ Fortunately for me indeed. I’m Lorraine, darling, I pretty much run everything ‘round here but don’t you go tellin’ Romeo that. ” She winks at him.

“ Don’t go tellin’ Romeo what now, Lorraine? That you’re gunnin’ for my job? ” A boisterous voice interrupts them and Javier immediately recognizes it to be the sheriff. 

“ Oh, I thought that was somethin’ we all already knew? ” The banter continues and Javi immediately takes note of the playful friendship at play here.

“ Hate to say it but she’s right. Works circles around me that one. Romeo Leighton. Great to have you here, Javier. ” The sheriff now speaks to Javier directly, and he takes this as a sign to straighten his posture and formally introduce himself as well.

The man has a good ten years on Javi, standing a few inches taller with a much more worn look to him. He’s a bit skinny yet built, except for the typical beer belly most southern men tend to have. A scruffy and short beard with unruly hair that’s a mix of grays and dark browns.

“ Thanks for having me. ” The two share a brief handshake, “ M’sure you two could handle the town all on your own, so I appreciate you making room for a plus one. ” Javi decides to turn on the good ‘ol southern charm and it seems to land as intended as the atmosphere in the room remains friendly and the sheriff chuckles.

“ Look at him catchin’ on so quick. We just might not let you go, amigo . ” Lorraine playfully rolls her eyes and reaches over to pass the older man a stack of files. “ These just came in from Rankin County. ”

“ You came just in time. We got some new developments on the murders. ” And just like that, the lively talk is over and they get right into the job. 

“ Heard there were mentions of a group of some sorts? ” Javier brings it up, wanting to get a gauge on the sheriff’s reaction instead of just reading about it through reports.

“ Just rumors. Nothing concrete to back it up. ”

The two men now find themselves in Romeo’s office, each smoking a cigarette with multiple files sprawled across the wooden desk.

Here’s what they know: three woman murdered along the highway that these towns share all within a year. They sustained multiple stab wounds, yet the fatal insertion was that of a sharp blade going straight through the heart. The men don’t know if that was intentional or accidental due to the amount of times their chests had been punctured.

It is gruesome, to say the least, but nothing that Javier hasn’t seen before, unfortunately. The way the cartel got creative with their murders just to send a message to their rivals had the man exposed to many atrocities; he was completely desensitized to most forms of violence. Yet, the passion behind these crimes and unclear motive has piqued Javi’s interest the more the two men discussed it. 

“ Then again… it could be nothin’. Just a giant, fucked up coincidence. ” The sheriff grumbles, clearly frustrated by the lack of information.

“ No, I don’t think so. Too similar of a killing method. Any clue what weapon was used? ” Javier leans forward in the uncomfortable, leather chair to ash his cigarette and rummage through some of the papers, trying to find the coroner’s reports for all three victims.

“ Some kind of dagger or knife. Thought it might have been a huntin’ knife but all the wounds were clean cut. No serrated edges on the weapon. ”

Javi hums, going over the details in his head for the millionth time trying to see the picture that was so clearly painted in front of him.

There was just simply not enough evidence to make anything out of it. Atop of that, the assailant hasn’t struck again in months. A good thing for the general public but not for them if they have any intention of bringing justice to the families of the victims and catching whoever was behind these heinous crimes.

Javier also realizes that while these murders were tame to him, they were most certainly not tame to the people around here. Atrocities as these simply didn’t happen in places like Seminary and surrounding areas. Now that they were dealing with the aggressive reality of humanity, it was shaking them to their core.

So much so that the God fearing people began spreading rumors that the devil had its eye on Seminary and already infiltrated the progressive minds of the local youth.

“ There’s always some truth to rumors, you know. ” Javi begins, gray smoke flooding out from his mouth and nostrils as he puffs out from the nicotine stick, “ Someone must’ve seen or heard somethin’ to implicate the younger folks. ”

The sheriff leans back in his chair, using his thumb to rub out the concentrated frown that had etched itself between his brows, “ People ‘round here are pretty stuck in their ways, me included at times, they don’t like the way this new generation is comin’ up. Barely goin’ to church, spendin’ more time at the bar than at work. How sexual music’s gotten, in their eyes. Small shit like that gets people talkin’. It’s annoyin’ but it’s just talk. ” 

Javier is going to have to polish his interpersonal skills. Something larger could be at play here so he makes a mental note to go out and talk to these people himself to get a better feeling for what the general sentiment is.

Hell, he might even start going back to church. He can’t remember the last time he step foot in one. With what all had transpired in Bogotá and Medellín; he’d lost his faith entirely. There was so much evil and greed in the world, the man felt helpless at the realization that even religion became aversive to him. 

“ M’sure somethin’ll come up eventually. ” Javier decides to be optimistic, struggling to do so but also wanting to turn over a new leaf, “ In the meantime we’ll just have to make do with what we got. It’s been a while since the fucker struck so maybe they're done. Got a taste for it and decided they didn’t like it. ” He finishes off his cigarette, stubbing it out and leaning back against the chair across from Romeo’s desk.

“ A fresh set of eyes will really help with that. Appreciate you comin’ here, Peña. Don’t know much about your time down in Colombia but I can imagine it was rough. This is a massive change for you. Goin’ from damn drug traffickers to a coupla girls gettin’ stabbed on the side of a highway.” The older man continues to puff on his cigarette, his statement falling flat and almost in bad taste but Javier doesn’t say anything, instead shrugging. 

“ I got a job–– M’not complaining’. ” That was almost not the case, and a nasty feeling at the pit of his gut stirs at the remembrance of his meeting with the board in D.C. in a few weeks to get his official reprimanding for his ties with Colombian death squad Los Pepes. 

Javi is surprised that the Sheriff doesn’t bring up Judy Moncada's quotes from the Miami Herald about his participation in the killing of many of the sicarios of the cartel, and some innocents along the way. Either he wasn’t informed or he simply did not care.

“ That’s the spirit. What do you have goin’ on tonight? ” Romeo begins, changing the subject entirely, and Javier can sense an invitation incoming. “ ‘Cause I’d love to have ya over for dinner. Give you a proper introduction to Seminary. You can meet my daughter Paloma, too. ” The sheriff then picks up one of the framed photos on his desk, turning it over for Javier to see.

A portrait of a stunning young woman sporting a cowboy hat, smiling brightly at the camera.

“ Ain’t she a beaut? ” He pulls the picture back, asking rhetorically and Javier clears his throat. 

For a moment he contemplates the dinner invitation, part of him wanting to be alone in the comfort of his new space but the other part of him wanting to just throw himself into this to keep his mind occupied and away from the grueling memories of the lengthy time he’d spent in Colombia.

“ Sure, I’d love to come by. ” He decides. If he thought about it for a second longer, he’d talk himself out of going.

A large, friendly grin spreads on Romeo’s face and he nods, finally finishing off his cigarette. “ Alright now, you can stop by ‘round 7. ” He moves some of the files aside revealing a notepad and he digs in his shirt pocket to pull out a pen. Scribbling down his address messily onto the blank piece of paper, he tears it off and leans over to hand it to Javier.

“ Just outside of town. Not that hard to get to. ” Javier nods curtly and takes the paper, folding it and stuffing it into his back pocket.

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It’s later in the day, the sun cascading into the distance; its hues of deep oranges and reds softening as the night sky begins to take over.

Paloma sits on the rocking chair that matches her father’s out on the porch. A guitar nestled in her lap and personal booklet resting on the arm of the chair as she strums lightly, building the chorus of her new song out loud. She takes the pencil from behind her ear and jots down something quickly and messily, returning to strumming and humming simultaneously.

“ Paloma! ” She hears the loud voice of her father practically making the walls tremble as he calls out for her from his bedroom that was on the other side of the house. They often opened all the doors and windows of the home, allowing for the soft breeze to flow throughout their space. 

She groans, stopping her actions as the melody she was on the brink of figuring out leaves her entirely.

“ What, daddy?! ” She yells back, waiting for his reply which never comes.

He does this all the time.

Cursing beneath her breath, Paloma stands from her comfortable spot, gently leaning her guitar against the wall then walking in to their country home.

She finds Romeo exiting his bedroom and walking towards her, bottle of his good scotch in hand with a relieved look on his face. “ Couldn’t find the goddamn liquor. Thought you had nabbed it from me. ” He pinches her nose as he walks by her, in which she scrunches her face at the action. It's something he’s done since she was a little girl. It can be endearing most of the time but others; it was just annoying.

“ That’s the good stuff, daddy. I would never. ”  She follows behind him as they enter the kitchen, “ Man must’ve left quite an impression for ya to be bustin’ out the crown jewel. ” She watches as he begins to set out the dinnerware for tonight, and that’s when she realizes how late it has gotten.

Easy for Paloma to lose herself in her music. She has been able to since she was a child. Her mother had nursed the hobby the moment she saw how truly talented her daughter was. In return, Paloma became skillful in being able to play damn near any instrument put in front of her. And she could sing, too.

Beautifully.

“ Javier’s got a sharp mind that I can use ‘round here. Thinkin’ I can finally start makin’ some damn progress. That deserves a special drink, don’t ya think? Come help me set the table. ” She obliges, thinking her father’s words over.

The murders have been weighing heavily on his shoulders for a better part of a year now. All the time and effort he’s put in to make the puzzle pieces fit only to come up empty handed. Paloma doesn’t know the specifics of it, just what her father rants to her here and there. He doesn’t like to bring his work home.

Romeo has been away a lot since putting his entire focus on the case. Many nights spent at the office but he at least tries to share one meal with his daughter throughout the week. Paloma understands this, and like always she gives him his space and doesn’t complain about it. 

The only reason she’s stuck around Seminary for so long is for him. He wouldn’t know what to do without her.

“ Well I’m glad things are lookin’ up, finally. Can’t wait to meet this sharp thinkin’ Javier. ” They finish setting up and Paloma excuses herself to go get changed into something a little more dressy seeing as her father was looking more put together than usual.

He really must be trying to make an impression.

Her room is on the second floor, alongside her childhood playroom and the empty room that contained some miscellaneous items.

Like her mother’s things.

Paloma always has a habit of letting her gaze linger at the closed, white wooden door of the room every time she passes it. In a strange way, she feels like her mother is standing behind that door; just waiting for her to open it and greet her like her daughter wishes she could.

But she hardly ever does, the sorrow feeling in her chest too heavy for her to bear being in there for longer than a few minutes.

She passes it with a quick glance, now entering her bedroom and throwing open her closet doors. It’s a mess, like it usually is, but it’s an organized chaos that only Paloma Leighton could decipher. 

After eyeing her wardrobe, she decides on a cream toned, linen romper with shorts. It has a deep V cut in the front that tastefully exposed some of the tanned skin between her breasts. However, she puts on a matching lace bralette underneath to soften the risque of the outfit. She finishes the look with a pair of two tone, brown and cream colored kitten heels.

Her hair is the brown of aged mahogany, rich and deep. Long and thick, it falls almost to her waist and she does nothing but brush it out. It naturally falls the way she likes. A beautifully sculpted cross necklace hangs from her neck; it was her mother’s and she’d given it to Paloma shortly before passing. She pairs it with some pearl earrings, a silver bangle on her left wrist. Paloma finishes getting ready by spritzing some of her perfume and applying lip gloss before sauntering down the steps.

She hears the soft sound of her father’s record playing some old school country tune, the song sounding throughout the home and she smiles gently.

What a beautiful night and it has only just started.

She crosses the threshold and is out on the porch to gather her things from earlier when she catches the headlights of a vehicle coming down the elongated driveway of the property.

That must be him.

“ Daddy, your friend’s here! ”

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Javier gets a chance to get to get acquainted with the town before his dinner with the sheriff. Wandering around the shops and establishments that littered the main street of Seminary, driving the backroads, up and down the highway a few times to get a feel for how he would approach his new job. 

The conclusion he’s come to is that the town, for the most part, is harmless. But he’s only been here one afternoon so what the hell does he know?

After his exploration, he finally made it to the place he would be calling home until further notice. A dingy yet quaint trailer home located on about two acres of land. It has everything he requires. Furnished neatly and stocked with all the cooking utensils he could ever need but ultimately never use. Javier found himself more comfortable after unpacking the very little things he’d brought along with him.

Maybe his father was right. Maybe he can finally slip into some normalcy.

But he’s only been here one afternoon so what the hell does he know?

After a stop at the local bakery, an ‘if you blink you’ll miss it’ type of establishment, and the purchase of some homemade banana pudding; the man is driving up a dirt path to Romeo’s home.

The sheriff lives on an impressive mount of land, his home looking like something plucked straight out of an old southern painting. A large, two story house with a wraparound porch. A typical white picket fence surrounds the immediate area. The landscaping is beautiful, it looks very well tended to and he can hear Chucho’s voice ringing in the back of his head.

“ Vez? Que te dije (see? what did I tell you)––– peaceful.” 

He cuts the engine of his Ford, checking his appearance in the rearview mirror before grabbing the tinfoil container from the passenger’s seat and getting out.

The first thing he sees as he approaches the front door are long, tan legs that lead up to some full and soft looking thighs that instantly have him licking his lips.

And who is this?

“ Good evening, ma’am. ” Deep voice cuts through the sound of the summer evening, his Texan accent thick. The sounds of toads croaking in the distance and different insects chirping about set a pleasant ambiance for this southern night.

The woman stands alert at the sound of his voice and turns to face him, which causes Javi to damn near lose his breath at the sight of the beauty in front of him.

It is the same girl that Romeo had shown him earlier, except the picture didn’t do her natural beauty any justice. She’s got the most gorgeous features he’s ever seen on a woman, and he’s been around a lot of beautiful women. 

Her lips are pouty and pink, the gloss she’s wearing accentuates their plushness so well. Honey colored brown eyes that even from where he stands can see twinkle in curiosity beneath the soft, porch lights. Freckles sprinkle across her nose and the tops of her cheeks complimented by her natural blush. 

Damn.

“ You must be Javier. I’m Paloma, Romeo’s daughter. ” She smiles at him in which he can’t help but mirror as she sets down the guitar in her possession and he slowly walks up the porch steps

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Well, this certainly is a pleasant surprise. When Paloma’s father had told her about the new guy that was joining the department, she just pictured some run of the mill, old looking man. One that looked like every other one of his colleagues. 

She most definitely wasn’t expecting such a handsome man like the one that’s in front of her.

“ Paloma . ” The way her name falls from his lips with a Spanish accent has her stomach erupting in butterflies.

She’s never heard anyone say her name like that.

“ Beautiful name. Very fitting. ” The flirtatious compliment is one she’s heard too many times to count, but hearing it come from him makes it feel like the sweetest thing she’s ever heard. Their close proximity has her catching a whiff of his cologne mixed with.. cigarettes?

Her thighs clench involuntarily.

Javier takes her hand in his as she extends it to greet him. Instead of going in for a handshake, he delicately brings it up to his lips and places a soft kiss on the skin there. It has her tingling all over; electricity sprouting from the spot where the kiss is planted and coursing throughout her body. She can’t help the way her blush deepens at the action, and she almost wants to slap herself for reacting so easily.

Dating isn't a priority in Paloma’s life. Any man worth having in this town is already taken and the rest are nothing but a waste of time. Just some fun for her to have, hooking up with a handful of them whenever her fingers couldn’t get the job done. 

It is rare when there's an eligible newcomer and even then she is too preoccupied with keeping the family home in shape and her music to even think about dating. She is aware of the way the gossips in town talk about her, disliking that she is a single and childless twenty-six year old woman.

She should be married by now. At her age I already had three kids.

It’s so sad, really.

I’ve heard she’s given it up to about half the boys in town.

They gasp and glance over at her over her shoulders. Paloma pretends she doesn’t see them do this.

Her real love, the only date she wishes to have is that of traveling. She wants nothing more than to leave Seminary all together and head west, see what the rest of the world has to offer. Take a chance on her music... make a name for herself.

Unfortunately for her, she’s got some heavy family ties here in Texas (her father) and after the death of her mother–– she wouldn’t dare leave him. The guilt would eat her alive.

Was it fair for her to give up her aspirations just to keep one person happy? No… but things aren’t always fair and she has a decent life here in Seminary. She doesn't have to worry about paying any bills or surviving on her own; though she knows she’s more than capable of doing so if she really had to. She only has that job at the library to help pass the time whenever she’s not buried in a book or playing her day away on the piano. Any money she receives is stashed away in an old jewelry box in the back of her closet in case one day she finally decides to leave.

All that to say that romantically, men aren't something she focuses on. However, this man in particular, she could spare some of her attention to see if he was as good of a fuck as he appears to be. Something about his swagger was attractive. He shifts his weight onto one foot and pokes his hip out slightly; giving her a good view of his built figure.

“ Clever and charming. Guess daddy was right about you. ” Paloma cocks her head to the side slightly, taking in his appearance better now that he was closer and damn, was he sexy. The type of sexy that you only see on TV. 

He’s clad in a long sleeve, forest colored shirt with a few buttons undone at the top; a gold chain teasing her against his brown skin. He’s rolled the sleeves up on the shirt up to his elbows and she notices how rugged he looks, veins on his forearms flexing ever so slightly. Tight cowboy jeans paired with some expensive looking brown leather boots and a nice belt buckle to tie it all in together.

Her eyes travel up from his body to his countenance, noticing how truly handsome and mature he is. Like he’s experienced things she’d never come close to imagining. She wants to know it all. The full 70s looking pornstache above his lip somehow very appealing to Paloma, whose ‘type’ up until this moment has been clean cut, military boys.

He was anything but clean cut, and she likes that. 

His lips full, nose very distinguished with a devilish curve and… stable looking. A perfect seat for her to perch herself on. She can practically feel it nudging against her pussy before he completely devoured her.

A lazy yet cocky lopsided smile tugs at his lips, as if he can see the filthy thoughts she’s currently fantasizing about in her head. “ Already talking me up, I see. ” he greets Romeo, whom Paloma hadn’t realized had stepped outside since she was too preoccupied eye fucking the stranger in front of her. 

“ Didn’t tell her nothin’ that wasn’t true. What’s that you got there? ” The older man gestures to the container.

“ I could spot Betty’s homemade banana puddin’ with my eyes closed. ” Paloma speaks up, trying to recover from the slight embarrassment she feels for thinking so sinfully over a man much older than her. 

Javier’s onyx colored eyes meet hers again and she looks away almost bashfully, occupying herself by finally gathering her things.

“ I couldn’t show up empty handed. Ma woulda slapped me right upside the head. Where are your manners, niño (boy) ? ” He does what she would assume is an impression of his mother and this gets a giggle out of Paloma.

She was utterly interested in getting to know him better.

“ On behalf of us, you can thank your mother for instilling manners into ya. Come on in, we cleaned for once. ” He jokes, ushering his company in and Paloma just rolls her eyes playfully at her father’s antics.

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The night turns out to be very enjoyable for Javi. He is in good company and the dinner provided, cooked by Paloma since she didn’t let her father take credit for any of it, definitely helped soothe over some of the sore spots left by Colombia. 

They laugh and swap stories, Javier shares some of his more lighthearted moments in the country down south while Paloma and Romeo try to out-embarrass each other with different family tales.

It helps to have some eye candy, though, as he finds it difficult to keep his eyes away from her longer than a few seconds. Even while the sheriff is in direct conversation with him, Javier can see her from his peripheral and how she also can’t seem to peel her gaze from him.

Murphy always gave him a ‘hard time’ about his affect on women and how Javier used it to his advantage. It’s the only way he got shit rollin’ down in Colombia. The only people that approached him willingly were the working girls that resided in the city.

And who was he to turn down a good, even great time?

Quickly enough, word had spread around amongst the girls and next thing he knew; he had a list of ‘informants’ so long that even he began to lose track.

It was simple, getting information from them then taking them back to his place… his car…or the bar restroom. Whatever was most convenient.

Most of the time they would come to him with bullshit leads just to see him again, and most of the time he would just give them what they wanted, which was just another blissful night with Agent Peña.

Something about Paloma, however, gives him the impression that he wouldn’t fuck her how he did those girls down south. Not unless she asked… begged him to, at least.

He’d make sure to kiss every inch of her golden skin, make her feel good and satisfied before burying himself deep inside her. What’d he do to see those pretty lips parted with his name falling from them like a prayer.

“ You should sing him somethin’. ”

Romeo’s suggestion has Javier raising his brows and snapping out of his thoughts.

They’ve moved out onto the porch, taking in the peacefulness of the night and the clear view of all stars the littered the unobscured sky. The banana pudding long gone.

“ I am not some show pony you can just make do tricks whenever you like, old man. ” Paloma retorts playfully from her spot on the top of the porch steps, meddling with the rings on her fingers.

From this angle, Javier is able to get a better look at those thighs he’s been fantasizing all night. Is it a terrible move to go after your quote un quote ‘bosses’ daughter after just meeting her? Probably, but Javi’s done worse and he’s picked up that she seems to be very keen to his subtle advances. Or not subtle, depending on how well he is able to hide any type of direct flirtation with his natural charisma.

“ You shy to? ” Javi asks her, lighting the cigarette that rests between his lips. He is a pro at chain smoking, this making it the fourth one he’s smoked in the last hour that they’ve been out here. 

She snorts, shaking her head and looking over at him. When their gazes meet, he can’t help the shadow of a smirk hover his lips and she slightly narrows her eyes at him.

“ That one? Shy? The last damn word I’d use to describe her. ” Romeo takes a swig from the scotch he’s poured, pointing at his daughter.  “ Sometimes I can’t get her to shut up. ”

“ Wow, and father of the year goes to… ” Paloma says sarcastically, standing which allows Javier to let his eyes linger over her body, taking a long drag from the cigarette to keep his perverted thoughts at bay.

Like how he wanted to feel her thighs wrapped around his waist. Or better, his head.

“ I’m just teasin’. She’s got such an angelic voice, I never get tired of hearin’ her sing. ” The earnesty in Romeo’s tone pulls Javier out of his ogling, attention now over to the older man. 

“ You should come see her at The Whiskey Fox weekend nights. Puts on one hell of a show. ” Paloma leans back against the railing, crossing one foot over the other. This causes the shorts of her romper to rise up slightly, exposing more of her skin.

Like a moth to a flame, he’s eyeing her once more but doesn’t make it as obvious. He wouldn't want to be chased out of here by a shotgun wielding, overprotective father.

“ Is The Whiskey Fox the spot to go to in town? ” Javier asks to no one in particular, ashing his cigarette on the small plate that sat atop the small table between him and the other man.

“ More like the only spot in town. It’s a bar with a stage, n’they have the best loaded fries. Swear. ” She informs him, once again commanding his undivided attention.

No matter how many times he looks at her, he’s still taken aback by how breathtakingly beautiful she is.

“ Well if you swear then I guess I’ll have to stop by some time. ” He nods his head towards her and she smiles softly, pushing herself off the railing.

“ Just give me a heads up when you decide to make your first appearance. ” He hears a hint of flirtatiousness in her statement, as if she’s rolling the ball in his court to make the first move. 

As badly as he wants to take her up on that, thinking on a whim like he always has; Javier stops from doing so. This was a chance for him to start anew, amend for all the mistakes he made in Colombia.

But she’s making it very difficult for him to.

Had he really had any intention in changing at all if all it takes to throw caution in the wind is one pretty girl?

“ As much as I’d love to stay in the pleasure of y’alls company…. ” She runs her hands down the front of her outfit and begins to head inside, “ I have to be up early to open the library. You still takin’ me, daddy? ” She asks the sheriff softly, stopping by the front door and Javier looks away, instead glancing out into the distance. He feels like he’s intruding on their family business.  

The older man grumbles out, “ Yeah . We gotta get that car of yours up and runnin’ though. Don’t know how many free rides I got left in me. ” The statement piques Javier’s interest and he can’t help but to rejoin the conversation.

“ Got car problems? ” He looks between them two, gaze lingering over her as she speaks up. 

“ Yeah, my Darla quit on me ‘bout a month ago. Mechanic in town can’t seem to fix the problem. ” Paloma seems annoyed by that fact and that has him offering to help before his own brain can stop him from doing so.

“ I restored my truck. Had some help from my pops but I pretty much got her up and runnin’ all by myself. ” Javier takes another puff of his cigarette, keeping a small smirk at bay as he catches Paloma’s attention drift over to his vehicle in interest. “ I wouldn’t mind takin’ a look at yours. If that’s okay. ”

Her father also lets out a sign of content, “ That’d be fuckin’ great, Javi. Godsend this guy, poppin’ into town and helpin’ me solve all my goddamn problems. What’s it been–– not even a day? Shiiit . ” Romeo lets out a laugh, finishing off the contents in his short glass.

Javier would usually find this amount of praise annoying–– ass kissing to keep him content in the shitty position he’s been put it in. However, in this instance, he doesn’t really mind it. It would also give him an opportunity to get to know Paloma better without it crossing over into more nefarious territory.

“ Yeah, very sweet of you. I’d really appreciate that. ” Yet another glimpse of her enchanting smile. He’s already dreading her departure. She bends down to place a kiss on her father’s cheek and then waves at him. “ Good night y’all. It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Peña . ” Even though Javi had already told her to call him by his first name earlier, he can’t help but enjoy the way his surname pushes past her lips. That sweet voice of hers sounding like pure honey.

“ Pleasure’s all mine, Miss Leighton . ” 

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BREAKING‼️‼️‼️:

From Laura Loomer on ("X")

I AM GOING TO DEDICATE MYSELF TO TAKING DOWN HIAS AND ANYONE WHO SUPPORTS THEM!

🚨@UBER HIRING MURDEROUS ILLEGAL ALIENS AND SPONSORING @HIASrefugees AS HIAS CONTINUES TO GIVE ILLEGAL ALIENS MAPS WITH DETAILED INSTRUCTIONS ON HOW TO ENTER THE US ILLEGALLY🚨

After it was reported that Jose Antonio Ibarra, the Suspect who has been charged in the killing of nursing student Laken Riley, is a Venezuelan national who ILLEGALLY ENTERED EL PASO, TEXAS in September 2022, it was reported today that he drove for @UberEats and @DoorDash.

After witnessing HIAS’s treasonous behavior in the Darien Gap in Panama, and after hearing the news and Laken Riley while I was in Panama witnessing thousands of Venezuelan illegals just like her killer tell me how they plan to cross into the US illegally, I immediately looked at HIAS’s financials and discovered that UBER is a corporate sponsor for HIAS.

Given that Ibarra is an illegal alien from Venezuela, there’s a strong likelihood that he crossed over the Darien Gap as a transit route before entering the US.

I screen recorded all of the HIAS corporate sponsors. You can see those below.

These companies are all sponsoring the invasion of the US by sponsoring HIAS.

As I exposed in Darien Gap, HIAS is actively assisting human trafficking in the migrant camps. One of their main offices is located 20 feet from the entrance of the San Vicente migrant camp in the Darien Gap where most of the Chinese communist invaders are staying once they arrive in Darien.

Other sponsors of HIAS include @LYFT @Airbnb @adidas @AMAZON @AmexBusiness @Meta @Microsoft @KINDSnacks @JWMarriott @Cisco @rosettastone @uber @AirlinkFlight @Banesco @Chevron @Starbucks @Accenture @PAYPAL @Wix @WesternUnion

Notice all of the Big Tech companies that are sponsoring the invasion of America!

These are major corporations that all need to get the Budlight treatment for their sponsorship of HIAS.

Many people would argue that HIAS is engaged in HUMAN TRAFFICKING with the way they are assisting the illegals to get to the US from the migrant camps in Panama! I have it all on video!

See video below! 👇🏻👇🏻 cc: @senafrontpanama

https://x.com/LauraLoomer/status/1761909943563636922?t=VL49f0LMuat5vgOL4CfkPg&s=09

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I am putting oil in this Yandere fire pardon me. What would a Yandere Higuruma look like in all honesty . Either Platonic or Romatiic, I have seen any examples. I have this weird and dangerous idea that Necro unintentionally uses Higuruma as a buffer between her and Yandere Nanami once they see each other again Btw I saw your art and OCs and I want to take the time and say they are nice and interesting

honestly? I see him as a very balanced Yandere, whether Platonic or Romantic. and it goes quite a bit into the soft yandere area.

He was a lawyer after all, he has a lot of internal guilt for what happened in his last case (with the boy ending up with the death penalty) and I feel that in general Higiruma is a Yandere who stays outside the law HOWEVER he is not It means that it is not dangerous.

He is quite loving and tries to be a guiding figure in his Darling/necro's life, he is quite protective and will not hesitate to put himself in danger for them, but I definitely don't think he would be afraid to put a "firm hand" to make them Darling/necro will stay with him without hurting them (obviously), maybe activate his domain on them to scare them.

I think it is a much less threatening version of Yandere Nanami but it has the advantage that it respects the limits of Darling/necro more, which can cause friction with Yandere Nanami, but both are very strong to have a fight without finishing one of them. both dead, so it ends in a weird custody battle lol.

(and thanks for my OC's ❤️ I really appreciate it )

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honestamente? lo veo como un Yandere muy equilibrado, ya sea Platonico o Romantico. y entra bastante en el area de yandere suave.

el fue un abogado después de todo, tiene mucha culpa interna por lo que paso en su ultimo caso(con el chico terminando con Pena de muerte) y siento que en geneeal Higiruma es un Yandere que se mantiene al margen de la legalidad SIN EMBARGO no significa que no sea peligroso.

es bastante amoroso y trata de ser una figura de guia en la vida de su Darling/necro, es bastante protector y no durará en ponerse en peligro por ellos, pero definitivamente no creo que tuviera miedo de poner una "mano firme" para hacer que Darling/necro se quedará con el sin lastimarlos(obviamente), talvez activar su dominio en ellos para asustarlos.

creo que es una versión mucho menos amenazante de Yandere Nanami pero que tiene la ventaja de que respeta mas los limites de Darling/necro, lo que puede generar roces con Yandere Nanami, pero ambos son muy fuertes como para tener una pelea sin terminar alguno de los dos muertos, asi que termina en una extraña batalla por la custodias lol.

(y gracias por lo de mis OC's ❤️ lo aprecio mucho🥰)

#jjk higuruma #yandere higuruma #jujutsu kaisen higuruma

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PROPUESTA DESESPERADA

→ Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen!OC [Rhaella Targaryen]

✦ Sinopsis: Para proteger a su padre y hermana, Rhaella está dispuesta a pactar con quien más detesta: su tío.

✦ Advertencias: Incesto / Diferencia de edad / Violencia / Enemistad / ¿Confort?

✦ Palabras: 4437

✦ Nota: ¡Comentarios, likes y reblogs son muy apreciados! ♡

Rodeados de un aura de profunda tristeza, Laenor y Rhaenyra intercambiaron sus votos y los espectadores contuvieron el aliento con el corazón tenso. El estrés dolía en los hombros de cada uno, el comienzo de días de celebración terminando en una boda apresurada a causa de la violenta muerte del amante del Velaryon.

Rhaella inspiró profundo y juntó las manos al frente, absoluta furia dominándola ante el hecho de que Alicent, bañada en color verde, silenciosamente declaró ante los invitados que los Hightower estaban en desacuerdo con las decisiones del Rey. Todos en la mesa principal habían quedado atónitos y sin capacidad de habla, susurros esparciéndose en otras casas ante tremendo escándalo. El impacto fue tan fuerte que anuló la percepción de la joven Targaryen, y ciertamente ignoró las señales que presagiaban una velada desastrosa.

Recordar la traición de la Reina generaba deseos de tomarla del cabello y estrellarla contra el suelo, pero de pronto, Viserys, estando de pie en medio de ambas, tambaleó y en un parpadeo cayó. Jadeos resonaron e inmediatamente los cercanos intentaron auxiliarle, aunque no sabían qué hacer al no presentar dolencias obvias.

—¡Llamen a los sanadores! —gritó Rhaenys tomando el control y evitando que un nuevo caos.

Rhaella se arrodilló y desesperada buscó alguna señal que la guiara, al tomar las manos del Targaryen notando que, bajo uno de los guantes negros, faltaban una gran cantidad de dedos. Terror la cubrió al darse cuenta que lo que creía se derrumbaba, en solo unas horas entendiendo que Alicent era una amenaza y la buena salud de su padre no era más que una fachada.

—Princesa, lo siento, pero debe hacer espacio —indicó Ser Harrold, quien a un costado tenía a un agitado sanador.

Sin pensar agarró la extremidad que ofrecía y se puso de pie, inconscientemente apretando tan fuerte de su palma que el caballero hizo una breve mueca de dolor.

—Hermana —llamó Rhaenyra rodeándola de la cintura y alejándola de la escena.

—Papá… —murmuró preocupada intentando no llorar.

—Estará bien, tranquila —aseguró, aunque ni siquiera ella sabía si eso sería así.

Laena se acercó para abrazarla desde el otro lado y en silencio vieron como lo examinaban, Alicent moviéndose por el perímetro en clara incomodidad hasta que fue a buscar la corona que yacía en el suelo. El trío se tensó de inmediato y Rhaella abrió grande los ojos sintiendo un insulto que sus desagradables manos tocaran algo tan importante, la Hightower ignorando a todos y en silencio yendo a donde transportaban a su marido.

—Iré —anunció Corlys sin perder tiempo, a paso largo siguiendo el grupo y dejando a Rhaenys para consolarlas y cuidar de su hijo.

—Lamento que sucediera de ésta manera, pero… felicidades en su unión —dijo Laena con una triste sonrisa, enseguida abrazando al chico.

El masculino arrugó el ceño y se hundió en la familiaridad, así llorando con algo más de soltura mientras escenarios de futuros catastróficos se generaban en la mente de la Targaryen menor.

—Maldita perra de los Hightower —escupió con un enojo que no combinaba con la angustia general.

—¡Rhaella! —regañó su hermana, enseguida mirando los alrededores y deseando que nadie le hubiera escuchado insultar a la reina.

—Ser Harwin —llamó al liberarse de quienes la sostenían, casi ni dejando que hablara antes de inclinarse a su oído—. Busca a Daemon y llévalo a mi habitación. Es importante, no debe escapar.

El Strong la observó unos momentos en profunda reflexión y asintió, enseguida partiendo a cumplir la orden.

—¿Qué harás? —preguntó Rhaenyra disminuyendo la distancia.

La joven la miró a sus violáceos ojos y sintió el pecho oprimirse en cariño, las emociones del día provocando que realmente apreciara a quienes amaba.

—Tengo un plan para cuidarte.

—¿De qué? —frunció el ceño.

—Todo —rió con desgano—. Alicent te abandonó y nada detendrá a Otto de impulsar a su nieto al trono.

—Soy la heredera —dijo de inmediato con tono ofendido.

—Dudo que a ellos les importe demasiado. Una mujer jamás reinó y cantarán cada razón por la cual no eres adecuada, además…

—¿Qué?

—Papá tiene una enfermedad, algo le sucede a su cuerpo, en el suelo lo descubrí —confesó, una nueva ola de angustia haciendo que se le cerrara la garganta—. Tu mayor apoyo está debilitándose.

Rhaenyra apretó los labios y arrugó la frente, su estómago y pecho tensándose en conflicto.

—¿Cuál es tu idea?

—No es el momento ni el lugar —susurró apreciando los pocos presentes—. Mañana te explicaré.

—Esperar en intriga es insoportable —inclinó la cabeza tomándola de la mano.

—Confía en mí, debo pulir unos detalles antes de informarte.

La primogénita se le quedó viendo y abatida asintió, agarradas a la otra acercándose a los Velaryon y notando la duda que tenían ante la secreta conversación. Rhaella hizo una sonrisa torcida y desvió la atención felicitando a los recién casados, enseguida compartiendo sus lamentos por Joffrey Lonmouth.

—Aguardemos por noticias en el patio, éste lugar no es apropiado —comentó Laena aún sosteniendo al joven, disimuladamente señalando los restos líquidos del fallecido.

—Si, por supuesto —asintió Rhaenyra colocando una mano en la cintura de Laenor.

Avanzaron hacia las puertas y la segunda en línea al Trono de Hierro hizo lo mejor para tapar la sangre de la vista del Velaryon, un pequeño empujón de su madre animándolo a no frenar. Miradas curiosas y apenadas se posaron en ellos a medida que avanzaban, los recién casados debiendo fingir sonrisas a quienes los congratulaban.

—Será mejor que vayan a los dormitorios, tendrán calma allí —indicó Rhaella con la frente arrugada, las interacciones en tal desequilibro emocional fastidiándola demasiado.

—Avisaremos cuando existan novedades —informó la superior del grupo, su expresión generalmente severa no dando lugar a replicas.

Laenor asintió y su hermana eligió acompañarle, Rhaenyra dándole un vistazo a la menor antes de partir.

—¿Cómo te sientes? —preguntó Rhaenys.

—Preocupada y confundida —suspiró antes de cerrar los ojos y negar con cansancio.

—El acto de la Reina fue todo un espectáculo, los murmullos continuarán durante meses.

—No lo menciones que me hierve la sangre —encajó la mandíbula, cualquier agotamiento borrándose en el fuego que se encendió en el pecho.

—Temía que ésto sucediera, sin dudas a Rhaenyra le esperan desafíos para llegar al trono.

La joven le miró poco agradecida por sus conclusiones, algo en la forma de hablar entregándole escasa confianza.

—Soy consciente.

Trató de ignorar el tema y en conjunto caminaron a uno de los jardines, con la mayor elegancia posible sentándose en uno de lo bancos a mirar el cielo. Rhaella apenas notaba lo que sucedía alrededor y perdida admiró el anochecer, por dentro aliviándose de no ver a Caraxes por los cielos.

—Princesa Rhaenys, Princesa Rhaella —llamó Ser Harrold con paso calmo y una mano en el mango de la espada—. Traigo buenas noticias.

Ambas se pusieron de pie y escucharon, con sonrisas respirando en paz al oír que Viserys había despertado y conversaba con normalidad. La única explicación de los médicos fue un pico de estrés a causa del trabajo y los horribles eventos del día, así que estaba reposando con visitas limitadas para evitar agitaciones emocionales.

—¿Podré verlo?

—Deberá consultar con el Gran Maestre.

Rhaella asintió y Rhaenys dijo que fuera a los aposentos de su padre mientras avisaba a los demás, a lo que la femenina tomó la oportunidad y desapareció por los pasillos. Consultó con Mellos y minutos fueron otorgados, con aura amable ingresando hasta que apreció la presencia de Alicent. La observó con dureza y se encaminó al sillón donde el hombre descansaba notablemente apaleado, una sirvienta acercándole una silla.

Sonrió y lo agarró de la mano viendo que la otra estaba completamente vendada, en el proceso avisándole que la boda terminó sin más novedades y podía reposar tranquilo.

—Qué alegría —murmuró cerrando los ojos y dejando caer la cabeza en el respaldo—. ¿La familia está bien?

—Preocupada por ti, pero Rhaenys fue a dar las noticias de que estás vivo —rió intentando subirle el espíritu.

—Si mis parientes siguen dándome disgustos o sorpresas, no sé cuánto más tiempo pueda decir que lo estoy —suspiró elevando ambas cejas.

—Lo sé, se arregla un inconveniente y aparece otro —coincidió en el proceso de mirar a Alicent de arriba a abajo.

—Hija… —apretó su mano llamándole la atención—. ¿Tú cómo estás?

—Mejor ahora que puedo hablar contigo.

Viserys sonrió y la miró conmovido.

—No pierdas tu tiempo con éste viejo, intenta encontrar a alguien y ser feliz… Eso me dejaría tranquilo.

—¿Sugieres que busque un esposo?

—Nunca me has dado problema, así que puedo otorgarte ese beneficio.

Rhaella miró el suelo con una mueca de gracia e inspiró profundo antes de inclinarse y hablarle en secreto.

—Tengo alguien en mente, pero no te gustará —dijo, de alguna manera intentando verse inocente y apenada para apelar a su sensibilidad.

—¿Quién? —frunció el ceño al tiempo que se sentaba más derecho.

Ambos se miraron en silencio y él pareció comprender, anonadado empezando a tomar color en el rostro por el impacto.

—Shhh —negó suave como si hablara con un niño—. Tengo un plan, es por una buena razón, pero debes confiar en mí.

—No, Rhaella, no…

—Quieto, debes estar en paz —señaló con más volumen para que Alicent la apoyara y así cortar la conversación.

—Las indicaciones del Gran Maestre fueron claras —añadió la Reina poniéndose de pie—. Dormir te hará bien, llamaré para que te preparen.

Viserys separó los labios con intenciones de pelear, pero enseguida se rindió a las ordenes de su esposa.

—Hablaremos pronto, ¿de acuerdo? —acarició su mano con ambas suyas.

—Reconsidera lo que has decidido —dijo con el ceño fruncido.

—Es por un bien mayor, para mantener el nombre de nuestra familia y evitar futuros problemas —dijo exudando confianza—. No te preocupes, de verdad.

El Targaryen la miró inseguro y negó cerrando los ojos.

—No hagas nada imprudente hasta que me expliques qué pasa por esa cabeza tuya.

—Primero debo saber si él estará de acuerdo por lo que pasa en ésta cabeza mía —rió dándole unas palmadas—. Hay cosas que no sabes, así que mantenerlo cerca será beneficioso en varios sentidos.

—Siempre has sido la más sensata, aunque ahora…

—Poseo buenas razones, es decir, tú sabes del desagrado que le tengo.

—Justamente, temo que los eventos de hoy te hayan dañado el juicio.

—Somos la Casa del Dragón, nuestras mentes no trabajan como las del resto —guiñó un ojo, pero Viserys no estaba tan jovial como ella.

Intentó calmarlo y quitarle las molestias, pero fueron interrumpidos por Mellos y Lyonel Strong.

—Lo siento, Princesa, pero el Rey debe descansar.

Asintiendo, ella se puso de pie y lo abrazó entregando las buenas noches. Se encaminó a la salida y le miró una última vez notando la suplica en sus ojos, por lo que sonrió e hizo un gesto de despedida antes de cerrar la puerta.

Ya a solas, suspiró y frotó las sienes a paso pesado hasta ver a Ser Harwin custodiar la entrada de su habitación.

—¿Ha esperado mucho? —preguntó parando frente a él.

—Lo necesario.

—¿Pudiste cumplir?

—Absolutamente, Princesa —confirmó, disimulado echando una mirada a los aposentos.

Rhaella entrecerró los ojos e inspiró profundo intentando calmar los repentinos nervios.

—Gracias, eso será todo por hoy.

Avanzó unos pasos y amagó a tomar el pomo cuando él estiró un brazo, rígido evitando que le dejara. Ella sostuvo la extremidad al haberlo chocado y miró sorprendida con los labios entreabiertos.

—Vigilaré, si necesita ayuda llame o haga estruendo.

—D-De acuerdo —respondió algo descolocada.

Harwin prolongó el momento unos segundos y liberó el camino, Rhaella tragando y centrándose antes de ingresar. La habitación estaba en penumbras y la luz de las antorchas del pasillo desapareció una vez que cerró la puerta, las velas esparcidas cumpliendo un rol mucho más débil que las grandes llamas.

Los rincones estaban oscuros y avanzó lento mirando alrededor, naturalmente llegando al tocador y enfocándose en quitarse la joyería.

—Empezaba a pensar que me dejarías aguardando toda la noche.

Incluso si sabía que estaba allí, su voz la sobresaltó y provocó que trastabillara en los simples movimientos que realizaba.

—Vengo de visitar a tu hermano —respondió sin girar—. ¿Te interesa saber?

—Hace años que su salud no es óptima, dudo que lo sucedido hoy sea otra cuestión que logre sorprenderme.

—¿Por qué no hablaste? Nadie sabía —recriminó con cierto enojo.

—No me inmiscuyo en los asuntos de los demás.

Rhaella lanzó la cabeza hacia atrás y soltó una fuerte risa sarcástica, la cual duró poco para continuar con los accesorios de su cabello.

—En todo caso, la salud de papá es solo una de las razones por las que te llamé.

—Escucho —anunció indiferente, y ella podía imaginar que estaba cruzado de brazos con una expresión completamente aburrida.

La joven Targaryen inspiró y detestó el enorme nudo en su estómago, los nervios y la ansiedad enredándose como dos serpientes que la comían desde adentro.

—Más allá de si tus intenciones con Rhaenyra son amorosas o por conveniencia, tenerte cerca sería un gran beneficio en más de un sentido. Sé que tu lealtad a la Casa del Dragón es inquebrantable y que, a tu muy retorcida manera, intentas cuidar de todos —confesó, vociferar aquello generando cierto disgusto—. Pensé que con la boda los problemas se habrían solucionado, pero entonces Alicent decidió convertirse en la molestia principal. Hasta hora creí que al menos estaba de nuestro lado cuando no intentó empujar a su primogénito como heredero al trono, pero hoy su fidelidad claramente cambió y ya poseé dos hijos varones que ofrecer.

—¿Vas a pedir que los mate?

La pregunta la tomó por sorpresa y elevó ambas cejas antes de soltar la respiración que guardaba en una risa aireada.

—Es una idea tentadora, pero no.

—¿Entonces?

Rhaella apretó los labios y decidió terminar después con el cabello, así volteando y enfrentando por primera vez al hombre. Se hallaba a unos cuantos metros, cerca de su cama, y estaba apoyado contra la pared en la posición que había pensado. Aún usaba las ropas de la celebración y lucía bastante arreglado considerando que desapareció con una rapidez espectacular cuando el caos estalló.

Inclinó la cabeza y juntó fuerza, por un momento desanimándose al recordar que no era más que una niña intentando atrapar a un rebelde y violento adulto para sus planes.

—Te propongo un matrimonio, conmigo —indicó lo más natural posible.

Daemon elevó ambas cejas en absoluta incredulidad. Silencio cayó entre ambos y él no dejó de verla mientras su mente iba a completa velocidad, varias ideas surgiendo y pareciendo hacerlo entender.

—¿Cuáles son tus razones para caer en ésta conclusión?

—Mi padre, Rhaenyra y el futuro de los Targaryen —resumió, acto seguido dando un paso y juntando las manos en la espalda en señal de que aún tenía la palabra—. Siendo mi esposo tendrás una gran cantidad de beneficios, considerando que ahora estás en absoluta desventaja...

—¿Disculpa? —interrumpió despegándose de la pared.

—Déjame terminar —dijo seca sin mostar debilidad al repentino destello de amenaza—. Durante mucho tiempo has estado lejos de casa y al regresar solo tuviste ojos para Rhaenyra, lo cual no es algo que me moleste, pero dudo que hayas sido capaz de apreciar la profundidad de la conexión de nuestras almas como amigas y hermanas. Independientemente de la ley, ella ya ha comunicado que seré su heredera, y siendo mi esposo podrás avanzar y saltar a todo los hijos que Alicent y mi padre generen. Nuevamente estarás segundo en la línea de sucesión, como consorte, aunque no importa mucho el rol que ocupes cuando mi buena imagen ante el pueblo opaque tus… caprichos y te tomen como un digno referente —explicó con el corazón acelerado, por dentro deseando verse tan firme como sus palabras sonaron.

Daemon, que lento caminaba por la habitación y acortaba la distancia, tenía la mirada igual de afilada que Hermana Oscura.

—¿Has pensado en profundidad la propuesta?

—Al principio consideraba la forma de ayudar a Rhaenyra cuando los gustos de Laenor se desvían de lo que se espera de nosotros, pero luego del espectáculo de Alicent entendí que tu participación es sumamente importante para frenar a los Hightower —realizó una pausa y miró a un costado ligeramente nerviosa por lo que iba admitir—. Como segunda heredera al Trono de Hierro no deseo reinar junto a cualquier idiota, o peor, que me obliguen a dejar mi puesto y los hijos de Alicent sean los siguientes en línea. Ningún Targaryen merece estar al poder si son parientes de Otto.

—Sabias palabras —coincidió de inmediato—. Sin embargo, podría pasarte como a mí y los hijos de tu hermana podrán ser proclamados por encima de ti.

—No importa —aseguró de inmediato—. Los originales de ésta familia son mis padres, tú, Rhaenyra y yo, mi verdadero interés es que el poder se mantenga entre nosotros.

—Así que propones una boda conmigo para elevarme en la sucesión, ¿pero luego indicas que plácidamente harás que me aleje de la corona por los hijos de mi sobrina? —preguntó con sorna—. ¿De ésta manera esperas convencerme de ahogarme en otro matrimonio?

—¿No has entendido todo lo que he implicado? Deseo que nos unamos para que también puedas estar con Rhaenyra y en secreto engendrar los hijos que supuestamente serán de Laenor. Acepté ser heredera para quitar a los Hightower, pero no me opondré a que los descendientes de mi hermana y tío tomen la corona.

Daemon quedó en blanco y paró su caminar, sus ojos violetas buscando que tanta falsedad había en esas declaraciones.

—¿Hablas en serio?

—Absolutamente —asintió sosteniéndole la mirada—. El único problema será que empezarán a presionar para que nosotros tengamos hijos, y no sé si es algo que podamos evitar cuando necesito que vivas en la Fortaleza Roja y no huyas como con Rhea Royce.

El hombre guardó silencio y pausadamente la observó de arriba a abajo, a lo que ella retrocedió cruzando los brazos.

—No —frenó su inspección con suma sequedad.

—¿Qué? —fingió desentender.

—No me mires así.

—¿Cómo? —acortó la distancia con una pequeña mueca, un atisbo de gracia empezando a pintar sus facciones.

—No me analices, veme a la cara —gruñó entre dientes.

—¿Tímida? —enarcó una ceja.

—Disgustada, como siempre que tengo la desgracia de ver tu comportamiento.

Un musculo del rostro de Daemon tembló en señal de que el comentario molestó.

—Si seremos hombre y mujer en algún momento deberás entregarte a mí, como dijiste, esperarán que hagamos descendientes.

—No será ésta noche, debo preparar mi estómago para soportar las nauseas —arrugó la nariz y le dio la espalda levantando ambas manos al cabello, así enfocando los nervios en quitar el resto de decoraciones.

—Ciertamente Rhaenyra y tú son muy apegadas, pero difieren en muchas cosas —comentó posicionándose a centímetros de su cuerpo, apenas doblando el cuello para hablarle al oído.

—¿Cómo qué? —disimuló interés mientras con un hombro lo empujaba, pero su fuerza no bastó y él siguió clavado en el lugar.

—Ella se entregó a mí de inmediato, entusiasmada por experimentar lo que puedo ofrecer.

—Lo sé, pero, ¿qué sucedió contigo? —volteó un momento y realizó un movimiento desdeñoso a su zona baja—. Cualquiera mataría por tocar a mi hermana, ¿bebiste mucho o fue la edad?

Daemon borró cualquier signo de burla y en un borrón la abrazó por la cintura, la mano libre yendo a sostenerla alto en el cuello. Inmediatamente, Rhaella, llevó ambas palmas a los dígitos que amenazaban con cortar el aire y desesperada intentó liberarse hasta que él la aprisionó contra el tocador.

—¿Por qué provocar cuando me habías cautivado? —preguntó con supuesta inocencia, la manera tétrica de hablar enviando intensos escalofríos—. Tus palabras sobre mi lealtad inquebrantable y deseos de proteger la casa Targaryen llegaron a mí, ¿por qué arruinarlo?

—T-Tú empezaste —contestó, la garganta sufriendo al no tener espacio para funcionar.

El hombre chasqueó la lengua y negó, sus labios yendo a rozar el borde de la oreja izquierda.

—Sé que no te atraigo, así que yo solo estaba viendo si serías capaz de excitarme, nada más.

—Pervertido —gruñó alejando la cabeza, pero la mano del hombre tenía total control de posición.

—Claro que no, jamás dormí con mi exesposa, ¿eso no habla bien de mí? No fuerzo a mujeres incluso si es por deber.

—So-lo porque e-ella no te gustaba.

Daemon tomó parte del mentón y tiró la cabeza hacia atrás, así haciendo que le mirara a los ojos. Guardaron silencio entre ocasionales sonidos de la Targaryen por la constricción e incomoda posición, el pulgar masculino acariciando la suave piel.

—Eres tan bonita, Rhaella —confesó con inesperada calma, y eso la hizo fruncir más el ceño—. Para bien o para mal, no deberías enfadar a los hombres si sabes que no puedes ganarles. Te tomarán y harán lo que quieran contigo, y luego deberás vivir con las pesadillas.

—¿Estás acon-sejándome de ésta manera?

—Una demostración gratuita y libre de consecuencias —sonrió, enseguida aflojando el agarre del cuello.

La joven pudo respirar mejor y casi expulsó un suspiro de alivio, su pecho subiendo y bajando con rapidez ante el nuevo flujo de aire.

—Vaya manera de hacer que te aprecie —gruñó viéndolo con nula simpatía.

Daemon elevó la mano de la cintura y corrió algunos cabellos rebeldes del femenino rostro, luego acariciándolo con admiración.

—Rhaenyra es una niña, y tú aún más, por eso no actuaré en ustedes. Aún así, me gustaría ser quien te enseñe para que te acostumbres a lo que vendrá cuando debamos compartir cama.

Ella se sonrojó y desvío las pupilas a mirar por la ventana más cercana.

—Tarde para ti, alguien más ya me ha enseñado —dijo con notable vergüenza, pero no se comparaba a la pena que sentía por dentro.

—¿Qué? —inquirió en voz elevada.

—No importa —dijo de inmediato—. No importa quién o cómo, mi único interés es que aceptes y defendamos nuestro hogar...

Daemon la silenció subiendo la mano hasta su boca, por un momento mirando al frente e intentando que sus emociones no se descontrolaran.

—¿Quién sabe de ésto? —preguntó al tiempo que libreaba los labios.

—Rhaenyra, solo ella.

—Eres más joven que tu hermana, aquel que te tocara debe ser ejecutado —gruñó con el puente de la nariz arrugado, la mueca en sus labios dándole un aspecto casi salvaje.

—Fue con mi consentimiento, estábamos en una relación —defendió de inmediato en tono preocupado—. Me cortejo y a los meses decidí que lo hiciéramos, me respetó y cuidó de mí... Su madre ya no trabaja aquí y desconozco dónde está, así que olvídalo.

—¿Olvidarlo? —preguntó al tiempo que la soltaba y la hacia girar—. ¿Sabes el riesgo que tomaste?

Rhaella jadeó sin saber qué hacer, tensa dejándose atrapar nuevamente contra el tocador mientras analizaba la expresión de su tío.

—Si, pero confíe en mi juicio y él resultó ser lo que esperaba —explicó rápido—. Tomé precauciones, mi cuerpo no ha cambiado y sigo sangrando.

—¡Aún así!

—¡Déjalo! —exclamó harta amagando a empujarlo, pero la frenó un golpe de la mano masculina en la mesa donde se poyaba.

El ruido sirvió para cortar el ambiente y los dos se miraron en silencio, agitados aguardando que el otro atacara hasta finalmente deslizarse a una silenciosa tregua.

—Te juzgué mal, ustedes dos son demasiado parecidas.

—Ciertamente, solo que mi deseo no está dirigido a ti.

—¿Podrías tratar?

—¿Rhaenyra te es insuficiente? —consultó ofendida y empezando a exaltarse de nuevo.

—Jamás, pero estaremos juntos de aquí en adelante, al menos debería gustarte un poco.

—No te odio, y creo que eso muchísimo considerando lo que acabas de hacer.

Daemon suspiró e hizo una sonrisa entre divertida y abatida, una palma escabulléndose a sostenerla de la mejilla.

—Lamentaría el susto si no lo considerara necesario, es peligroso si no sabes con quién tratas.

—Entiendo, pero no te perdono —respondió simple.

Rhaella, con una sinceridad extrema que solo parecía salir con su familiar, le observó en blanco y prosiguió a comentar que al día siguiente iría a explicar el plan a Rhaenyra.

—Puedo hablar con Viserys —ofreció Daemon irguiéndose y dejando de atraparla entre sus brazos.

—No, solo lanzarás mi idea a la basura —rechazó de inmediato—. Yo me encargo de ésto, a menos de la etapa inicial. Él confía en mí y ya le he dado una idea de lo que haré, solo debe enterarse de las razones. Conmigo basta para convencerlo.

—Niña autosuficiente, siempre fuiste su favorita —sonrió yendo a quitarle los últimos dos adornos del cabello.

—Por supuesto que no, no posee favoritas, simplemente tengo más favores porque no genero problemas.

—Pero pronto le darás un gran disgusto pidiéndome como tu esposo.

—Mi primer acto de rebelión, qué desperdicio… —cruzó los brazos.

—El primero que él conoce, porque moriría si le dijeras que mantuviste una relación secreta y perdiste la virginidad.

—¡Saber no te da derecho a comentarlo tan libremente! —chilló dándole un sutil golpe en el pecho.

—Lo siento, pero es información que absolutamente no esperaba de ti.

—Por eso es mejor hacer las cosas en calma y sin ruido, puedes actuar en paz y vivir como quieras. En cambio tú, que siempre llamas la atención y provocas escándalo, terminas con más restricciones que libertades.

Daemon, enfocado en sacar los ganchos que mantenían las trenzas en lugar, guardó silencio y por largo rato ninguno dijo nada. Rhaella cerró los ojos y disfrutó como aquellos dedos entrenados para la guerra desarmaban con delicadeza el peinado, por primera vez relajándose en todo el día.

—Incluso si me detestas y sueñas con que caiga de Caraxes para nunca aparecer, disfrutaré de nuestros momentos como pareja.

La confesión la desconcentró de su paz e hizo que elevara los parpados, aunque la tranquilidad permaneció incluso cuando él se inclinó a su misma altura. Le observó atenta y permaneció quieta cuando empezó a acortar la distancia, las respiraciones mezclándose hasta que ella giró la cabeza unos milímetros. El rechazo fue increíblemente pequeño, pero hablaba volúmenes de la reticencia hacia él, y Daemon depositó un ligero beso en la comisura más cercana antes de retroceder.

—Buenas noches, esposa.

El término envió temblores a cada rincón de la femenina y miró como iba hacia la puerta, al salir sintiendo que un enorme peso la abandonaba. Con la mano hábil rozó su cuello y una chispa de furia brilló en la boca del estómago, absolutamente entendiendo que ella era la más parecida a su padre: sin dudas detestaba la forma de ser y actuar de Daemon, pero jamás podría odiarlo.

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