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miss sunshine

pre-outbreak Joel Miller x neighbor!reader [7.3k] summary: He's always been out of reach. A fantasy. Joel was too much of everything—too handsome, too friendly, too una-fucking-vailable for any of you. Too bad his kid adores you. (What a blessing.) Too bad she uses you as a scapegoat and lands him right on his door. One bottle of wine, and Joel shows you he might be closer than you thought. 📝 I wanted to try something different. Less hurt, less end-of-the-world bullshit. Let me know your thoughts. Reblogs and comments are much appreciated. ⚠️Smut. Minors, DNI. Explicit depictions of sex, oral (f and m receiving), riding, missionary, passionate neighbors sex, yay.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤTexas, Summer of 2002.

When the bell rings, you think it's best to ignore it.

Living alone equals a lot of privileges, but the ability to go out alone and answer the door on a random Wednesday evening was not one of them. You're wearing compromising clothes and a robe, the bottle of wine you craved was finally open, and the last thing you wanted was to be murdered before enjoying it.

Then, you hear it. Your name, followed by, "It's Miller. Joel."

Fuck.

Well—this is exactly how many of your dreams started. Although this wouldn't go like them, for him, you'd open the door.

His eyes do little to hide the once-over when the door slides open.

They go down, then back up, and he seems to catch on to the fact that you saw it. Then, he shakes his head just a little, and says, "Is Sarah here?"

Well, well, well. You lean against the door. "Did she say she was?"

Joel pierces you with his Dad Look. "Yes." Obviously, it goes without saying.

What other reason would he have, right? Clearing your throat, you feel the anxiety bubbling underneath the surface. "Uhm. She isn't," you look apologetic as you say it. As if it's your fault his prepubescent daughter uses you as a scapegoat.

His sigh is enough to make you feel how tired he is. Overworked. Exhausted.

You try to understand what might've happened before he loses his mind, "What time d'you usually come back from work? Maybe she's at a friend's. She probably thought you'd be back later than this."

He finishes rubbing both palms all over his face, and he threads one hand through his hair. "I'm usually back at nine—well, I'm supposed to be back at nine. I'm usually home by ten." That checks out, then. "But—that doesn't explain why she lied to me."

"Any special occasions coming up soon?"

Joel frowns. "Uhm. My birthday's in a few days, but—"

"Ahhhh." It shuts his mouth, the way you exclaim it so clearly. "She's brainstorming, Joel."

"Brainstorming...?"

"A gift." No daughter had easy access to what made their fathers happy. You take pity on him. "C'mon—let me scare the little one."

You walk inside without waiting for his reply, knowing Joel will make his way in. "What d'you mean, scare her?"

The noise of his boots hitting the floor makes you happy.

You take the phone out of the wall and look at him. "She always keeps that cellular phone with her when she goes out?"

"Always," he nods.

"Perfect." You know it by heart already. As you dial, you feel Joel's eyes on your house. It's the first he's ever been inside, and it makes you hyperaware of every movement of his. "It's ringing," you inform him with a grin forming.

He looks confused. More tired than anything else, but it'll make sense in a second.

"Hey, miss Sunshine!" the nickname she gave you always brings a smile to your face.

Time to put on a show. Feigning panic in your voice, you yell-whisper on the phone, "S, love, would you mind telling me why on Earth is your pops—" you fake cover your end of the line to yell, "one minute!" then you're back at whispering again, "why is he parked outside my house right now? Is there something I should know?"

"Oh, shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit—"

You're glad he can't hear her end of it. "No time for panic. Explain."

"I am so sorry, Sunny! I thought he'd be back in like, two hours or something. Oh, god, can you please cover for me? I wrote a note saying I was at your place. Sleeping there. I was gonna call you before he came back home but Jenny and I—"

"You're at somebody named Jenny?" you repeat the information, looking at Joel with a question in your eyes, and when he nods, your heart soothes at knowing she's safe. "And you didn't think to mention your brilliant idea earlier?" going for the full effect again, you yell out, "One minute, Joel!"

At least she's fast in her rambles. "Yeah, yeah. My best friend. She's trying to help me come up with a surprise for him. I'm not there often and it's never on his birthday. I wanna make it special."

"Okay. Cool. Next time, fill me in as you make the plans."

"I will, I promise. Pinky promise. You think you can convince him I'm sleeping there?" the plea in her voice is adorable.

You chuckle. "I've got you, S." Joel sighs in relief in front of you. "Just one thing."

"Yeah?"

"Be back here tomorrow first thing in the morning. 7:30 sharp. I'm gonna invite your dad for breakfast, as punishment for your lack of planning, and you'll be the one making us the pancakes," before she can even answer, you go, "Toodles!" and hang up.

When you put your phone back at the base, you turn around with a proud smile.

Joel's looking at you funny. "You're good at that," he says.

"At what? Acting?" you laugh when nods. "I was a trouble child. I'm great at lying."

"Aren't those the same?"

"Eh. A thin line separates them." You can sense his awkwardness creeping up, so you do your best to think on the spot. "Is she one to escape?"

"Not really, no." He's shuffling on his feet, uncertain of what to do in your home. "She's never done this before."

"From what she told me, she's never around for your birthday."

"That's true."

"She wants to make a surprise for you," you inform. It puts that smile on his face that makes your knees a little weak. "And now she has to be back here at seven in the morning. All is well."

He laughs. "Yeah, I guess so."

He's gonna see himself out. You swallow all the nervousness that being in his presence creates and just... goes for it. "Is it hard? Having a kid?"

That relaxes some of the tension in his shoulders. He leans on the counter of your kitchen and shakes his head. "Not really. It's a lot of work, but it's not hard. It's rewarding."

I wish my mother felt the same. You smile at the truth in his words. "I can see it's hard work." He laughs again. "Well—I had just opened that before you rang the bell," you point at the Pinot on top of the counter. "Want a glass? Unless you tell me you're 'only beer' kind of guy, then I can't help ya."

Joel looks between you and the bottle a couple of times, then looks down at himself. "I'm uh—I'm all greasy and gross from work. You sure that's the company you want for wine?"

Rolling your eyes, you walk towards your glasses cabinets. "If I told you that you can go home and shower, you'd never come back."

"And that'd be a bad thing?"

"Sure it would. You're the only person in this entire street that hasn't interrogated me on my life so far, I feel left out. Offended, even," you add with a dramatic twist. Your robe flows around you, and you can't help but smile when you see his eyes following you.

It's the way he swallows visibly, almost audibly, that plants a seed of maybe inside your head. "I'm not usually one to pry."

You place both glasses on the counter. "Neither am I."

"I know. It's why I like ya," Joel says it with eyes on the glasses instead of you. "That and the way you talk to the plants."

Your hand on the corkscrew stops, and you want to slam your forehead against the wood. "Oh, god."

His laughter is so nice. "Nah, don't be embarrassed. 's why I gave you your nickname."

"Don't be embarrassed? That's mortifying, Joel. I thought no one—wait." Had you heard him right? "What d'you mean you gave me my nickname?"

Joel's head tilts, and he's definitely a charmer kind of guy. If you do have a chance, you might be fucked. "Your nickname."

"Miss Sunshine?" He nods. "I thought that was Sarah."

"No, Sarah used it first in front of you," he pulls one of the glasses closer to him. "I said it first."

Well... that made it just as special but in a different way. You pour the wine into both glasses. "Good to know. I was under the impression she was the creative genius in the household—I just. Quick question that I never asked her: Why?"

"'Cause every mornin' before I left for work you're there on that big window," he points at the glass window that's occupies ceiling to floor, the very reason you picked this house, "talking to your plants as if you're the sun itself waking them up. 's cute."

Cute. You hate how he has the ability to make you blush. What is this, fucking high school?

"That makes sense."

Joel wipes his palms on the side of his t-shirt and then looks up at you. "If I go home with the promise of comin' back, will you let me shower?"

Let me. You're thankful your arms are covered because you're unsure of what this man is capable of when he knows the effect he has on somebody.

"I'll let you," you answer.

Joel nods and his smile is so genuine that you wonder why you never tried before.

"'kay," he takes one sip of the wine, hums in approval, and then takes a deep breath. "'m gonna go. I'll be back to interrogate you."

"I'll leave the door open."

"No—Jesus bloody Christ, are you and Sarah mad? Lock the door, Sunshine." You like it so much when he's the one that says it. "I'm serious."

"Alright, jeez," you laugh.

It's less tense than you imagined as he puts his shoes back on and walks out of your door. Joel crosses the street with a little wave in your direction, and all you can think is—what on Earth am I gonna do to him?

When he's back, Joel smells so good it's intoxicating.

It makes your brain melt.

Minty and fresh. That's what his stuff smells like, and you know the idea of that scent's now painted on the walls of your brain.

He does that stupid little dad pose, widening both arms and lifting them up in a display of 'what do you think' before walking in.

It makes you want to push him against the wall, but you do your best at behaving.

For now.

"Brand new man?" you ask.

He points at his glass of wine, untouched since the moment he left. "Will be in a sec."

You wait for him to take a sip before extending him what you held in your hand before he arrived.

Joel eyed the cigarette and, thank fuck, there was none of the annoying judgment sometimes people carried. He stops his movement to sit on the stool and asks, "You smoke in here, or are we goin' outside?"

"There's a table there. Weather's nice. D'you mind?"

Joel grabs his glass, shaking his head. "Not at all, ma'am. Lead the way."

"Ma'am," you echo him, sounding disgusted. He laughs behind you, "Who am I, Mrs. Adler?"

Still laughing, Joel answers, "Nah. Too talkative for that."

You turn around with your mouth hanging open, trying very little to look offended. "I beg your pardon. We never spoke for longer than, what, five minutes?"

Joel shrugs his shoulders. His smile is as intoxicating as his presence. "I hear things."

"You hear things?" you ask, pushing open the door that leads outside.

"I do," he sips his wine, looking to the small terrace where your little table is. "My daughter's a gossiper, little Sunshine. I think y'should know that."

Little Sunshine. Goddamn this man.

"Should I be scared, here? I haven't even told her anything, but I feel like I should be."

"If you didn't tell her anythin', than why would you be?"

"Because!" you laugh, feeling just a little out of your depth with his smoothness. You expected more closeness from Joel. Less teasing, easy banter. "You're talking like someone who knows a lot, that's all."

"And I do," he says, sounding every bit as serious.

You sit down on one of the chairs — your chair, precisely — and watch as Joel walks around a little, taking in the environment. He adds, "Did ya know," pausing for a dramatic effect, he sips again, "that in all of three months, you became one of my daughters' favorite people?"

He pins you under his gaze.

You cross your legs, and watch happily as his gaze drops to the motion.

"Did I?" if you sip at his pace, you'll be throwing yourself on his lap in an embarrassing amount of time.

Joel nods behind his cup, touching one of the many plants that cover your backyard area from floor, to walls, to ceiling. "You did," he smiles, dropping the fake seriousness. "Are you ready to deal with the six months absence? 'Cause from personal experience," he points both hands at his chest, "you try convincing yourself you won't miss her all that much 'cause, y'know, it's "just" a girl, but—fuck," he spits the last word, smiling widening around the fact. "She's so cool to have around. You'll see. Your phone's bill's about to create life."

It grounds you.

The way Joel speaks of Sarah makes you feel comfortable sitting here, and any doubts you had are sucked by the green life around you and returned as oxygen.

Joel talks about anything, no reservations.

In his absence, you doubted whether this could be any different than most times.

Would Joel be like that—like any of those other guys?

He wasn't.

Joel, as much as you hated to admit it, was an exception.

Maybe these things were fated. Simple chemistry. Similar mindsets. Whatever it was—you had it every once in a blue moon.

Your expectations settings were long ago molded to expect the least, and it takes only half a bottle of wine for you to notice the need to rear it in.

He's so damn easy. Joel goes from one topic to another like he's interested. He answers your questions with full interest, sometimes going on tangent stories, and he's the one who keeps the glasses filled.

Attentive, you take note the second time that happens. Before any of the glasses got empty, he served you both.

He compliments your taste in music and sounds genuine about it.

The weird silences you most dreaded never happen—if he's not answering you, Joel asks things. Interesting things, unlike any other neighbor.

"Was it you who decorated your place inside? 'Cause, there are very specific things in there. And you seem like the type to know what you like."

Joel was very attentive.

He asked, "and is this what you like to do with your free time?" pointing at the books you put away when you both arrived, "Drink wine, read, talk to your plants?"

"I still can't believe you've seen me doing that."

He laughed at that. "It's a pretty big window, Sunshine. Jesus Christ—you don't lock the door, you don't know people can see through your gigantic-ass window—I'm genuinely starin' to get worried here."

"Okay, first of all, I do lock my door."

"Do you?"

"'Course. Most days."

"Oh my—"

"—and! Now that I was reminded of my window's size, I'll consider buying drapes. Long, white ones. That'd be cool."

It was easy.

Talking to Joel—sharing a table with him, a glass of wine—so easy.

He never looked uncomfortable. Even if he moved a lot, Joel looked good—so damn good you lost focus every now and then—, but good with himself.

In his skin.

That was intoxicating.

When he does more than just talk and asks things; it's almost too damn easy. Was time supposed to go this way?

The first bottle end, but it's too soon.

You know it. He knows it—plays with it, in fact. Waves the empty bottle after pouring it for you and him in the air very lightly then places it on the floor.

Offering another one is almost a visceral reaction.

You don't have the same finesse he does, or at least, you think not, but if his smiles and closing proximity are anything to go by, he's enjoying himself as much as you are. "I dance around opening these a lot," you say pointing at the empty bottle. Pulling your legs closer to yourself despite the voice of your mother telling you that's a body language sign of insecurity—fuck insecurity. "Don't wanna be the wine lady on top of the plant one. But they're good. I like it."

"I only drink wine when my brother cooks," he offers.

The glass in your hands makes you feel safe enough to land this conversation where you want it. "Really? He cooks a lot?"

"More than me," Joel confesses with a shrug. "He likes to match the wine to the dish and that type o' stuff."

"I was taught how to be picky, but if I'm being honest—" you like the way Joel leans in closer when you pause it. You smile, "it's all just grapes tastin' really, really good." The sound of his damn laugh. This man's gotta have a flaw, you think. "As long as it's wine, I'm happy."

"I think that about a good beer after a day of work."

"We're all just trying to give ourselves little positive reinforcements for playing nice at doing our jobs, huh?"

Joel pauses at that. Lifts his eyebrows, then bursts out laughing. "Oh, wow—"

"Oh god", while it took you a lot of alcohol to get drunk, being open-mouthed about weird things came with the territory of feeling comfortable.

Joel made you comfortable, even if you were mortified at how amused he was.

When he's done laughing, he looks at you. "That's cute. You're the philosophical type."

"Isn't everybody who enjoys wine?"

"I don't know. I enjoy wine and I'm not one to go that far, I think."

"Hmm. Philosophizing can involve different topics. Lenses."

Joel wolf whistles. "Well, I think I'd need a couple more glasses to unlock that side of me."

"Not a problem," you get up, and resist the urge to wink at him. "I'll be back."

Your reflection in the kitchen mirrors is the confirmation of how fucked exactly you are.

It's more than just the color on your cheeks—it's the glassy screen over your eyes, making it shine like...

Well, very few times.

Fuck, you think.

Maybe that's why your palms are sweating.

He's more than you bargained for—Joel's looks were hard to move on from, but this?

Once in Rome...

Fuck it.

It's not as if either one of you was blinded to what a moonlight late-night conversation leads to.

The air outside could be felt.

When you're going back with the opened bottle, another pin drops in your mind.

He has the whole night free.

You don't break the bottle, but it's a close call.

Joel asks you the second you're back, "I have a depressing confession to make—I was tryin' to keep to it to myself, but honestly, it's all I taught about when you left."

You place the bottle in the middle of the table carefully and sit back down with your eyes on him.

He moved his chair closer again.

"Do share," you urge.

Joel looks around the yard—he seems to do it a lot when he's dipping his toes into personal places and says, "This is the first time in a—uh—I don't even know. A while. That I just... sat with another adult. Drank something nice. Talked about more than just—fucking politics, or whatever." Joel's eyes on you make you feel honored. You know he'd say that's a silly thought if you said it out loud. "It's really nice. And—the depressing part comes in now: I'm only here 'cause of my brother."

You tilted your hair. "You're here because... of Tommy?" you tried connecting those dots, but came up short.

Thankfully, Joel was here. With his smile, and his explanation.

"You see, before Sarah's mom and I decided she could spend some months here instead of just a few weekends, I was already... shutting in. His words, not mine," Joel picks up his glass for a sip, and you hang onto every word he says. "So when she came, he took me out one night. That little bar a few blocks from here—y'know Mr. O'Donovan's place?" when you shake your head, he waves a hand, "I'll take you someday—'s the only place around here that's worth a dime."

"I'll take your word for it." I hate bars. You'd go for him. With him.

"I think I know what beer you'd like," it comes off as a whisper, and you have to hide behind your glass again. "I only remember that talk because he made me promise. He's not one to ask for promises."

"What did he make you promise?"

"He was upset 'cause I kept turnin' him down every time he wanted to do his 'meet my friend and you'll be good friends' match-making shit, so he said, 'you promise that the next time someone invites you do somethin' you actually wanna do, you're not gonna turn 'em down? You'll actually fucking go, without makin' excuses to yourself'. And that sounded fair. So I promised."

You take note of the effort he's making.

The subtle 'this isn't just about what's about to happen'.

'I'll take you someday'.

'Next time someone invites you to do somethin' you actually wanna do'.

So more than just neighbors. You nod at that, smiling at him. "He seems like a good brother," you say. "Siblings can be a pain in the ass."

Joel stops his glass on the way to his lip to shake his head at you, "Oh, no no," he takes the sip first, and says, "one doesn't negate the other. He very much is a pain in my ass, trust me."

You laugh. "Older and younger?"

"Younger," he nods. "I had a lil' bit of peace here and there before he was born."

"Can't imagine you'd have it any other way nowadays."

He agrees with you.

When he doesn't, Joel scrunches his nose as he shakes his head.

He does silly faces. You wonder if he's aware of how unfair it is that he gets to look like that. Tender. Charming.

He proves your theory to be right with only half another bottle.

Put two or more adults plus a certain amount of alcohol in a closed environment, and sex will be on the table.

It makes you blush when you think... it could literally be on the table.

Joel pretends he doesn't see you growing hotter. He keeps his eyes on you as you take off the robe instead of looking at your arms. Listens to what you're saying without losing focus.

Only when you're done and asking him something in response that he looks.

It makes your throat dry when he does.

Joel has an unabashed, almost cocky tilt to his mannerisms.

You thought he'd be quieter than he is—more serious.

It's a welcomed contrast.

When sex is laid on the table, it comes because he brought up the joke you made at the beginning of the night about his lack of interest in your life, and decided to ask you things. Where you grew up. If you were always like this.

"Define 'like this'."

"Smart with the calculating glance, and sweet-talking."

"Is that me?"

"Sure is, Sunshine."

None of the questions that people usually ask.

It makes you bite your lip more than you wished—his manly, tall presence gets under your skin in ways that no previous partner managed to. Tucking your hair behind your ear, avoiding leading the conversation to the exact places you liked, giggling—those weren't things you did.

He pulled them from you.

When he does ask you the 'usual' questions, it lacks the malicious curiosity inflating others whenever they did.

Sex is laid on the table because Joel looks you in the eyes with that easiness in his shoulders and asks, "I'm not as private as you, though—all of my neighbors already know Tommy, and Sarah. You, on the other hand... the mysterious crime and horror novelist, who talks to her plants and moved from so, so far. I might not be the prying type, but I was curious about you long before my gremlin set her little claws on you. How come I never see anyone coming in or out of here? You tellin' me not one friend of yours followed you here to god-forsaken Texas?"

Your glass is almost empty, and you focus on the twirling of the red inside it to avert your mind from the way he's sitting. "The point of moving was getting away from them. All of them, as bad as that sounds," you cover your eyes with your free hand, and Joel's hand touches your forearm.

"Hey—it's fine. Don't feel bad. 'm happy you had the privilege of gettin' away. If you wanted to move away from all of it, I'm sure you had your reasons."

Looking between your fingers, you try appraising his face. "Really?"

"Really," he nods.

"Okay." You sit up straight. "And I do have people over, sometimes. You're just always at work."

"Yeah? You made friends already?"

"A few, yeah."

"Where?" he removes his hand from your forearm but drops it to your chair's armrest. The proximity is doing something to you. "I thought you worked from home."

"I do," you agree. "But I do other stuff. I'm not always here with my plants, Joel," you roll your eyes, smiling amusedly.

Joel laughs, "I wouldn't know. If I could work from home and stay with my tools and wood, I would."

"And I believe you," you nodded.

He bites on his smile before asking. "What other stuff d'you do?"

"I joined a book club," you reply, feeling all levels of boring.

From his look, he disagrees. "You got the patience for that?"

"Sure do," you nod again.

He nods, pouting in awe. "Nice," he says. "Are your book club friends givin' you the right impression of Texans?"

"I'm warming up to them," you smile.

Nodding, he asks, "Should I ask now the questions all my neighbors already know the answer to? 'Cause I am curious. Did you know Mr. Adler tried tellin' me what he 'discovered' about you? He tried looking blasé when he said that, but I'm sure he just wanted to gossip about the pretty girl who moved across from him."

"Ew, Joel," you laugh.

His eyes never leave you—you feel it even when you're not looking at him. He's laughing too. "What? It's true."

When you look back up at him, you wonder—when did you two get this close?

"You can ask," you say. "It's not that exciting, the answer. Actually, it's not exciting at all."

"Hmm, I'll be the judge of that," he sips his wine, and leaves the glass on the table. "You already know my backstory, so kill my curiosity now," he pierces with his eyes for a moment, "how on Earth is there no ring on this finger?" he points to your ring finger, then he leans in closer, and you can smell the wine in his breath; you want to kiss it until it's taste is gone, "and how is it that I never see anyone leaving here early in the mornings?"

Well. "No ring 'cause I didn't want one so far," you reply. To him, you give more honesty than anyone else who's asked. "And I have the luxury of living without it. I know many friends of mine who don't—and actually, that was part of..." don't go there. "Nevermind," you shake your head, pinning yourself to here.

"You just didn't want it?" he echos.

You nod, "Never did," there's no reason to lie to him. He smells so good—why would you lie to him? "Most men bore men, Joel."

"Wow," the smile that widens is a little baffled. A little dirty. "Should I be scared?"

At that, you burst out laughing. "Really?" You have no clocks outside, but the starry sky and the deep silence in the houses next to you are a good enough indicator. "It's been... a couple of hours, at least. We're one bottle and a half," you say, looking at your glasses shining on the table, "deep into conversation... and you wonder if you should be scared?"

Joel's still looking at you when you look back. His arm is around your chair, and your back touches it when you lean back against it. "I'll take that as a no."

"You are very far from boring."

"'m happy you think so," he smiles. He lets his eyes drop to your lips, without a care for the two palms of distance that separate your faces. It's meant to be blatant. Obvious. "Just another question..."

Here it comes, you thought. Why no kids? Why so alone? Do you feel lonely?

"Why me?" he asks.

It's nothing more than a breath.

You could ignore it. Give any answer, and close the gap. Instead, you give him honesty. "Honestly? I was so attracted to you, the second I saw you, that I was willing to even hear somethin' stupid coming out of your mouth if I could just—," do it, do it, do it. Seeing his eyes darken from up close is torture. You can feel the pulse of your heartbeat between your legs. "Now, if I were any smart, I'd be wishing for you to be bad at all the rest, because..."

This was amazing already.

Joel laughs, just a single, breathy laugh, and then does something you would never see it coming.

He pushes his chair back with the weight of his hips and drops to his knees.

The gasp you let out is enough to put the most insufferable smile on his face.

"Don't say that," he feigns hurt, as if he wasn't smiling with his eyes and lips. "It might've been a while, but I don't think I lost my touch just yet."

Joel's hands envelop your knees and slowly pull them apart. You feel like an open wire—aware of every breath your body takes and each minimum reaction to him.

You feel the wet pulse inside your panties when he kisses the skin of your inner thigh, right above your knee.

Joel smiles up at you, blinking his eyes.

Damn him, you think. His hands caress their way up your skin, and you wished you were naked already.

He seems like someone to enjoy the torture—when his hands reach the curve of your ass, they stop there, holding onto your waist.

"Have I?" he asks, kissing the other inner leg. You feel a hint of his tongue in the short kiss.

What could you say to that?

"You really haven't."

Feeling the hot breathing of his laughter on your inner thighs was not in your list for tonight.

"Do I get a kiss, then?"

He would never have to ask you twice.

Your legs wrap around his torso when you lean down to meet him for the kiss. Joel seems to love the position—he smiles at first, gripping you by the neck.

He takes his time to look at you before he dives in. A mental check-in. Maybe just admiring, just as you were from the second he kneeled.

His kiss comes from experience. A lot of fucking experience.

If you were weak in the knees before, you seal the notion that you're out of your depth there and then.

Joel kisses like no one's ever kissed you before—like he wants to explore, discover, conquer.

He licks his way inside of you with the first kiss.

His tongue isn't shy; he makes you adjust to his rhythm, to let go and open up, and when you, you're rewarded with it—he pulls up just an inch, just to whisper, "that's it," and then dives back in.

Joel wraps his arm around your shoulder and neck in a possessive manner. It's why he makes it so easy for you let him guide it—he's holding you, and you moan as you melt into him.

He wants to feel your body.

The more you press yourself against him, the more Joel grants you little sighs of his own pleasure.

He never pushes his hips against you. Never presses you towards him.

It makes you want to scream.

When he pulls away, Joel sighs happily. He presses his right thumb over your swollen bottom lip, and nodding, kneels on his heels again.

"Joel..."

Your face remains close to his, gravitating to where he does. He whispers, "Lift your hips up for me, Sunshine," wrapped around a smile.

You do as he says.

His hand takes off your shorts without your eyes ever leaving you, and when the item is on the floor, Joel releases the robe you foregone earlier tonight from your backrest to slide down where you sit.

To not make a mess, it says.

Your face is burning up, but not as much as the rest of you.

"Is this ok?" he asks.

He waits for your nod of approval before pulling you by your knees. "Good," he's strong enough to get you where he wants in one pull. Your hips are nearing the end of the chair and from this angle, Joel gets to look.

He eyes the underwear as if it's personally offending him.

"I like the color," he says. He traces a finger across the baby blue lace and looks up at you. "Suits ya," he says. That's when he hooks a finger on the fabric, pulling it to the side. "I dreamt about this."

That gets to you.

Joel's fingers are thorough—able. He uses his knuckles to spread the lips apart, uncaring about the whines you let out above him, still holding on to the shame of being the only one exposed.

It lasts until he places two knuckles on each side of your clit, stimulating it with back-and-forth movements.

You were right about the torture.

He enjoys it.

Joel waits for your clit to be hard between his fingers before he puts his mouth to it.

You can only cling onto his hair.

I dreamt about this, too.

"Fuck—I dreamt about this too," you confess.

His moan vibrating against the core of your pussy makes you clench.

Joel's only starting.

He takes his time in finding the rhythm you most feel pleasure on your clit. He never bites, never nibbles, and doesn't go softly, like other men.

He eats.

Joel's mouth is stuck to you—the way he laps and slurps and sucks on your hardened nub only makes your volume go from whines and pleas of his name to moans in very little time.

That's when he dips his tongue inside. When he uses it as muscle and proves to you why the idea of oral is so good for men.

Because it's good.

Joel gives no indicator that he wants to stop at any time, and it turns you into something that blossoms.

At some point between him almost making you cum just by sucking on your clit and fucking his tongue in and out of you, your legs made their way to his shoulders, and his hands have secured themselves groping your ass.

He pulls back for air, once.

His fingers enter you instead, two at once.

"So wet already," he says. You only hear it, until, "look at me," he asks.

As if his thick, long fingers dripping into places inside of you weren't enough, you get to look at him.

His face glistening on your back porch is something that burns behind your eyelids the second you see it. You feel incoherent, needy, and exposed in more than one way.

Joel looks like he could eat you like this.

"Joel—please. Please," you're begging, but for what, you're not sure.

"Cum for me first. I'll give you whatever you want later, just," he pumps his fingers inside of you, keeping a steady and strong pace, and then says, "You look so good like this, Jesus fuckin' Christ."

Profanities.

That's what he says before getting his mouth back on you—his tongue sucking and vibrating against your clit.

It's too much. Too fucking much, and, "Joel, Joel—"

He pulls back just to say it, "That's it, doin' so good, Sunshine—" and that's when you lose it. The coaxing. It's so earnest. Sounds so pleased, dipping in honey as if it's him who's feeling this good.

"'m gonna cum Joel, fuck me, just like that—"

"Like this? Hm? Show me. Cum on my mouth."

All it takes is for him to put it back on you. Joel knows how to push himself inside—knows how to explore the hot and tight confines of your cunt, because he coos a first orgasm out of you with the right pace only.

No strength. No speed. Just sucking, and curling right against your spot.

Your vision whites out.

The time you take to come back to yourself, he keeps playing with your pussy and the mess he made in it, seeming as satisfied with the result as you are. Somewhere in white land.

What a little death.

After that, it's more a mess and clashes of teeth and desires than you knew you were even capable of.

He pulls you in for a kiss, and you pull him inside the house.

The idea is to make it to your room, but you never make it past the living room.

When you press him against a wall to finish taking off his clothes, seeing him only in briefs makes gravity pull you in.

Nothing but black briefs.

You have to drop to your knees.

Joel curses under his breath and tries his best at keeping his posture, but you're with a mind entirely clouded by raw need.

To him, you want to do only your best.

You're addicted to the way he mutters, "atta girl," every time you discover something that brings him pleasure. It sounds so fucking dirty.

"That's it. Atta fuckin' girl, god."

With him, you use tricks your friends once told you that are buried in the back of your mind. You hold the part of his cock your mouth can't cover and move it in sync with your lips. You make it wet, make sloppy, make it whatever he leads it to be.

Joel hisses and moans louder when you find the special places hidden—the sensitive skin between his balls that leads up, you lick it from start to finish and are rewarded with a full-body shudder.

He shows you what strong body means.

"Where's your room?" he pulls you by the arms, and you somehow end up jumping on him. Exactly what you wanted.

"I'm not makin' that far," you tell him with a grin.

He has his thumb on your lips again—he seems to like your mouth.

"Didn't think you'd want my bare ass on your couch."

"That is exactly where I want your bare ass right now," you tell him.

He's good at following requests, just as he is at giving them.

Joel sits with you already straddling his lap, and bless his gentleman's heart, he says, "I left my pants outside—wait," he curses under his breath with your hips circling his shaft. Letting it slide between your pussy lips. "Fuckin' hell."

"Fuckin' hell indeed," you sigh. "Wait here."

You run outside for it, only because you're not on the pill. Maybe you'll start taking it. Maybe you shouldn't think that far.

Joel's waiting for you alright—he has his hand at the base of his cock, sitting on your couch like a modern-day Adonis.

A sluttier Adonis. Sexier, too.

"Stop starin' and c'mere," he demands;

And who are you to say no to that?

Joel does you the favor of putting it on as you make yourself comfortable on his lap again, taking all of your out of the way. He looks like he wants to eat you alive piece by piece, and you love it.

"Lemme know if you want me to take over," he tells you.

"Yes, sir," you whisper in a taunting manner.

Joel rests his forehead against yours when you line himself up with you, and it's a reward of your stupid, gigantic-ass window letting in the light from outside that allows you to see the pleasure on his face as you sink around him, burying him to the hilt.

His digits press so hard on your sides they'll brise.

You'll be bruised tomorrow morning.

Fingerprints on your hips, beard burns on your inner legs, palm shapes across your ass.

When you start moving, none of you say a word about how it feels.

It's criminal.

Only curses and your names are allowed in the thin space separating your wet bodies.

The thin layer of sweat makes you two glide on each other, and the drag of him inside of you is almost too good for words.

You're scared of the ones that'd make their way out, anyway.

So you let out what you can. You call for him, and he calls back. Joel slaps your ass, both sides of it, and urges you on to take him as you want it.

"Fuckin' christ, I'm never gonna—fuck—never gonna sleep again."

There it is. Being pussy-drunk makes him loose-lipped.

Your own are aching with how hard you bite on them.

Joel lets the reigns remain on your hands as you stay on top. He lets you ride him painfully slow, and faster, just because it feels good. He lets you climb all the way up only to slam back down, praising you through the fog in your brain.

"Does it feel good, Sunshine? Mm? My cock feels that good for you?"

You're sure it'll all come back to haunt you once your brain can be coherent.

He takes charge when you start begging him, and for what, you're unsure of. It's a mixture of please and his name, which Joel takes as his permission slip.

He flips you onto your back, hooks one of your legs on the middle of his back, and fucks you both into another orgasm.

It should be concerning the way he does it—like he's familiar with your body and your cues. He just follows your pace and moans until you're clawing at his back, and when his name comes out over and over again, he coaxes it again. Coos at you, holding your face in one hand. "You're gonna cum for me, aren't ya? Do it. I'll cum for you when I feel you shakin' around my cock, Sunshine. Cum for me."

It comes so hard you almost faint; blackout.

Joel takes care of you afterward.

Of course he does.

Even with the weakest legs and the minimum sense of reality around you, he manages. Joel leads you upstairs, tells you he's collected your clothes, and even lays down when you ask him.

"Just for a while," you ask.

He lays in front of you in bed, and pulls your arms around him. "I'm puttin' an alarm."

Little spoon. "You gotta be back here in the morning anyway."

"I know," he kisses your wrist. "Can't wait."

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tommydarlings · 2 years

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Isn’t it funny? | c.s

pairing: mean!dom!carlos x sub!reader

warnings: smut, chocking, spitting, orgasm denial, dacryphilia

w/c: 1k

summary: Carlos doesn’t find it so funny when your laughing while he’s trying to talk some sense into you, so he decides to fuck you until you can’t laugh anymore.

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You knew that Carlos was the jealous type of guy, you knew that literally the fact that your looking at another man makes him a bit jealous, doesn’t matter if it’s some random stranger or his teammate Charles, he got jealous.

But you also always tried to explain it to him. How your his, how your his girlfriend to love and his women to do whatever he wants with in bed, completely his. But Carlos was never really the type to understand something like that.

“Yes, your right baby-”

“Don’t fucking baby me now y/n.”

You sighed and looked at him before he threw his black blazer off and put it harshly over the wooden chair in the kitchen you two were currently in.

“Yes, your right Carlos, I did had a conversation with this man while you were grabbing some drink for all of us, but I didn’t flirt with him-”

Your fiancé laughed quietly as he fixed his hair before he spoke up,

“You were looking at him like you wanna drop on your knees infront of him right now while everyone is watching!” He raised his voice a bit after he muttered a quick 'mierda' shit under his breath.

You shook your head with a tiny little grin before you quickly rubbed it of off your face, desperately hoping Carlos didn’t catch it. And now guess what he did. He caught it.

“Oh so you think it’s funny, huh?” he stated immediately after noticing your funny facial expression. “So fucking funny to flirt with other man while your having a ring on your finger, isn’t it?”

You couldn’t collect the strength to look up at him so you just looked down onto the floor while fiddling with your fingers before you noticed how he was suddenly staring infront of you. “¿Qué tal si muestro lo que es realmente gracioso, eh?” How about I show you what’s really funny, huh?

You quickly swallowed as you felt his hand brushing a piece of hair behind your ear with a smile on his face, looking totally sane and not like he was thinking about something unholy at all.

— — —

“What did you do?” Carlos asked you with heavy breathing before he wrapped his hand around you throat and applied a bit of pressure as he looked into your eyes. Carlos didn’t stop hammering his hips into yours. His dick moving in and out of your wet pussy with a fast pace while he was holding your one leg away so it was impossible for you to close your legs.

You shook your head with a groan while you were tightly grabbing the bedsheets as you closed your eyes and threw your head back, feeling your orgasm coming closer. You moaned at the sight of Carlos head being tilted down with squeezing his eyes, whispering a quick 'joder' fuck under his breath.

With a tight grip on your neck and ankle, Carlos spoke up again,

“Answer me when I ask you a question zorra.” slut

You moaned and quickly grabbed his wrist that was tightly holding your head in place before you finally were able to mutter some words,

“I-I flirted w-with him Carlos p-please, I’m s-so sorry.” You begged desperately while you were a whining mess. Your fiancé slowly leaned forward and whispered into your ear before he gently kissed your temple, doing all of that while he was still ramming his hard cock into your drenched cunt,

“Es una buena chica.” That’s a good girl

“Carlos, I-I'm gonna-”

“I know cariño, let it all go, c'mon.”

You could have cried happy tears when you heard these words out of his mouth, but these happy tears were quickly transformed into tears out of pure disappointment and sadness. Because right after Carlos said that, he pulled out and jerked himself off before he came with a loud and very visible moan all over your stomach and chest, the hand that was just applying pressure to your throat was now quickly covering your mouth.

Your fiancé threw his head back in pure pleasure and flexed his sweaty abs a bit, his other hand that wasn’t muting your whines, cries, screams and begs a bit was still holding your ankle and pushing your leg to the side so you couldn’t close them and he could have all the space he wanted to cover you in his cum.

You shortly glanced up at him with teary eyes and a desperate and pleading gaze as your noises were getting a bit quieter. Carlos slowly retreated his palm from your mouth and looked in your eyes with a smirk on his face.

“You seriously thought that I was going to let you cum after your 'oh so funny' stunt tonight? How funny you are cariño, so funny.” He told you with a laugh while you looked down in embarrassment before tilted his head down towards your soaked cunt and spread both your legs as he slowly let a trail of spit drop down onto your sensitive clit.

“So pathetic, so naïve.” He said before he spread the spit that was now on your clit around you pussy lips, focusing on how your reacting to it, looking up at your facial expressions before looking down again and concentrating on spreading all the spit.

After that he tapped your wet clit a couple of times with his fingertips while smiling about it.

“Awww, is she so sensitive, hmm?” You hips were lifting off of the mattress, it’s like your pussy was begging for me but the entire rest of your body was begging him to stop. “Qué mono.” so cute

He laughed and laughed and laughed about the the fact that you were crying and whispering tiny stops and I can’t anymore but you cunt was aching the feeling of his fingers.

Carlos leaned forward and quickly kissed one of the tears away before he caught your mouth in a heating kiss while his fingers didn’t stop the assault on your pussy. After biting your bottom lip, Carlos got closer to your ear and whispered,

“It’s funny, it’s it?, how you were teasing me in the club with this other man, desperately wanting to get fucked right there and now your begging me to stop with tears streaming down your face.”

#carlos sainz one shot #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz jr x reader #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr

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isaisamess · 9 months

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Did my designs for the QSMP eggs to get rid of the tERRIBLE ARTBLOCK I'VE BEEN HAVING AAAA Solo son messy sketches pero está bien porque son más una guia personal para cuando los quiera dibujar :] (also sorry for the 4k full hd quality /s FAKSJDAK)

#qsmp #qsmp fanart #qsmp eggs

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latinotiktok · 7 months

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Official list for "Canonize your blorbo as LATINO Tournament"/Lista oficial del Torneo "Canoniza tu blorbo como LATINO"/Lista oficial do Torneio "Canonize seu blorbo como LATINO"

Disclaimer: these are characters that have been voted more than once and have "propaganda" on why they are thought to be latino/latina/latine. 64 characters will be selected, there are still spots left. Tournament will began on October 9th/10th and the polls will be up for 24hs for the first round.

Aclaración: estos son personajes que han sido votados más de una vez y tienen "propaganda" sobre por qué se cree que son latinos/latinas/latines. Se seleccionarán 64 personajes, aún quedan lugares. El torneo comenzará el 9/10 de octubre y las encuestas estarán abiertas durante 24hs para la primera ronda.

Esclarecimento: são personagens que foram votados mais de uma vez e fazem “propaganda” sobre por que são considerados latinos/latinas/latinos. Serão selecionados 64 caracteres, ainda há vagas. O torneio começará no dia 9/10 de outubro e as votações ficarão abertas por 24 horas para o primeiro turno.

Shadow/Sonic

Leorio Paladiknight (hxh)

Tortugas ninja pero en especial Miguel Angel

varios personajes de Dorohedoro

Wei Wuxian (MDZS/The Untamed)

Wolfwood (Trigun)

Kung Lao (Mortal Kombat)

Naruto (Naruto)

El equipo Rocket/Team Rocket

Los locos Addams/Addam's family

Gojo (jjk)

Yuuji (jjk)

Peter Parker (Marvel)

Matt Murdock (Marvel)

Todos los Jojos pero en especial joseph joestar y narancia (JJBA)

Crowley (good omens)

Denji (chainsawman)

Jason Todd (DC)

Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson series)

El trio de evangelion pero en especial SHINJI (Evangelion)

Reigen (MP100)

Nishinoya (HQ!!)

Magnus Archives dudes pero en especial Martin (TMA)

Marceline (Hora de Aventura/Adventure time)

Leon s. Kennedy (Resident Evil)

Sanji (One piece)

Chell (Portal)

Simon Petrikov (Fionna and Cake/Adventure Time)

Lelouch lamperouge

the guys from Yakuza (Yakuza)

Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Claude Von Riegan (Fire Emblem)

Link (Zelda games)

Ruggie Bucchi (Twisted Wonderland)

Jake el perro (Adventure time)

Utena Tenjou y Anthy Himemiya (revolutionary girl utena)

Vriska Serket (Homestuck)

Karkat Vantas (Homestuck)

Candy Candy (Candy Candy)

Murdoc Niccals (Gorillaz)

Michael Afton (FNAF games)

Godot (Ace Attorney)

JESUS FROM LIKE, THE BIBBLE

Catra (She-ra)

Hinata (HQ!!)

Rengoku (kny)

Shrek y Burro (doblaje latm)

Edward Elric (FMA/FMAB)

Hobie Brown (Marvel/ATSV)

Amatista (Steven Universe)

L (Death Note)

Heidi (Heidi anime)

Madotsuki (yumei nikki)

Koby (One piece)

Sasuke Uchiha (Naruto)

Pato Lucas/Duffy Duck (Looney Tunes)

Manuela Casagrande (Fire Emblem)

Hatsune Miku (Vocaloid)

Taylor Hebert (Worm)

Joker (Persona 5)

Yugi Muto >(Yu-Gi-Oh!)

Karamatsu Matsuno (Osomatsu-san)

Satsuki Kiryūin (Kill la Kill)

La piratería (sí, el concepto de la piratería)

Edit: been informed Taurus is already latine so I'm taking him out I'm sorry uwu

#.txt #nomaciones #canonize your blorbo as latino tournament

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gabigabigabby · 1 year

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spain's biggest fan | p. gavi

part one

part two

pablo gavi x kaká!reader

a/n: i've read so many of these socmed au's, people are so hilarious 😂 also i can't think of a title, can u tell? this is a looong one, sry in advance. also i got super invested in this and will be making a part 2!

synopsis: spain's golden boy managed to score a goal at the world cup — and a brazilian?

face claim: jenna ortega

pablogavi

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pablogavi Partido muy completo del equipo, el domingo a por más! 💪🏽🔴🔵 [Very complete match of the team, on Sunday let's go for more! 💪🏽🔴🔵]

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pedri Muy bien cabrón 😝 [Very good, bastard 😝]

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gavifan1 u and lewa are so 🩷🩷

ynkaka 💪🏽

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ynfan y/n liked n commented 🥹

gavifan2 are they friends?

barcafan1 she's friends w raphinha

gavixyn we don't show raphinha enough love for bringing y/n and gavi together 😭

ynfan2 can u all just chill out, we don't even know if they're seeing each other or not

ynkaka

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ynkaka just another day at work before the world cup. thank god

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raphinha Sangue é incrível!! Eu adoraria estar coberto de sangue pelo meu trabalho [Blood is amazing!! I would love to be covered in blood for my work]

ynkaka raphinha vou enviar alguns pra você [i will send some to you]

richarlison Tão bom y/n 😂 [So good y/n 😂]

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neymarjr Kkkkkkkk

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pedri Bicho raro. Como trabajas asi [Weirdo. how do you work like this]

ynkaka pedri no tan dificil amigo [not so hard, friend]

pablogavi 😍😂

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ynfan3 are u filming scream?! desperately in need for scream 7 😭

pabsandyn pablo's comment 🥰

gavifan3 they're probably just friends chill out

pablogavi

Doha, Qatar

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pablogavi Hola Qatar, eres hermoso ❤️🇶🇦 [Hello Qatar, you are beautiful ❤️🇶🇦]

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ynkaka 🥰

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pablogavi 🥰

ynkaka where are the photo credits man! 😭

pablogavi ynusername sorry🥺

gavixyn is he learning english?? 🥹

pedri Ahí es donde fuiste? Con ella?? Te estaba buscando idiota [That's where you went? With her?? I was looking for you idiot]

pablogavi pedri cálmate perro [calm down dog]

raphinha Cuidala o Neymar te va a matar 😂 [Take care of her or Neymar will kill you 😂]

pablogavi raphinha 😂

gavifan2 omg they're together in qatar! 🥹

ynfan2 y/n is there to support leomessi too!

gavifan4 how do u know

ynfan5 she literally has said publicly that she's a huge fan of messi and that she supports argentina 😒

ynkaka

Doha, Qatar

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ynkaka im here leomessi

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courteneycoxofficial Caption sounds... scary.

ynkaka courteneycoxofficial i don't mean it like that... i-

screamfan1 courteneycoxofficial i miss gale and y/c/n 😭

leomessi ❤️

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pedri Tus pestañas son tan largas [Your lashes are so long]

ynkaka pedri eso es un cumplido o no [is that a compliment or no]

pablogavi Revisar textos <3

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gavifan2 omg gavi just told y/n to check her texts 🥹

ynfan3 gavifan2 they would be so cute together omg

neymarjr Me encontre no meu quarto de hotel antes de sair com o Senhor Cute Boy [Meet me at my hotel room before you go out with Mr. Cute Boy]

ynkaka neymarjr sim chefe [yes boss]

neyandyn5ever neymar and y/n's friendship is so good

ynkaka

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ynkaka how'd i get here

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pablogavi ❤️

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pedri Eres tan valiente para tomar una foto de una rata [You're so brave to take a photo of a rat]

pablogavi pedri bobo [idiot]

ynkaka pedri i know right? 😝

pedrifan1 pedri is so cold for that 😂😂

neymarjr O amor é tão bom em você Y/n [Love is so nice on you Y/n]

ynkaka neymarjr o amor é nojento [love is gross]

pablogavi ynkaka muchas gracias 🙄 [thanks a lot 🙄]

frenkiedejong ❤️

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pabsandyn so cute!! 🩷

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ynfan3 is that gavi?? where are they?

gavifan1 yep they're both in qatar for the wc

pablogavi

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pablogavi Buena comida con esa chica de Scream [Good food with that girl from Scream]

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ynkaka yep. apenas aquela garota de scream. [yep. just that chick from scream.]

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pedri Me sorprende que no te haya apuñalado en la boca [I'm surprised she didn't stab you in the mouth]

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pablogavi pedri 🙄

frenkiedejong Que bueno que fuiste al lugar que te recomende 😂 [Good thing you went to the place I recommended you 😂]

pablogavi frenkiedejong 😂😂

ynfan4 y/n in a ponytail >>

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gavifan3 gavi's a scream fan

ynkaka correct.

ynfan1 ynkaka omg thank god.

ferrantorres Gusto 😌 [Taste 😌]

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jkeey4 Winner winner chicken dinner!!!

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pablogavi jkeey4 😂

ynkaka

Lusail Stadium

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ynkaka WORLD CU-U-UP!

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pablogavi COPA MUNDIALLL [WORLD CUP]

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pablogavi Spain's biggest fan 🇪🇸🤝🇧🇷

ynkaka pablogavi good english, kid 🥰

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richarlison O que aconteceu com a minha camisa, cara???? Você rasgou?! [What happened to my jersey, dude??? Did you shred it?!]

ynkaka richarlison NÃO SEU IDIOTA!! eu mantenho isso seguro em meu coração! cu de palhaço [no, you idiot!! i keep it safe in my heart! clown ass]

gavixyn gavi finally gave a girl his jersey!!! i'm so glad it's youuuu 🩷🩷

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pedri Vamonosss España!! 🇪🇸 [Let's go, Spain!! 🇪🇸]

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sergioramos No puedo esperar a verte en nuestros colores!! ¡No todos los días ves a un brasileño usar los colores de España! 🇪🇸🤝🇧🇷 [Cannot wait to see you in our colors!! Not everyday you see a Brazilian wear Spain colors!]

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ynkaka sergioramos obrigado lenda 😘

ynfan5 i'm at the world cup too!! Hope i see you 🩷

pablogavi

Lusail Stadium

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pablogavi Es un honor poder jugar mi primer Mundial con la sefutbol ¡Vamos a por todas! 🇪🇸👊🏽 #fifaworldcup #qatar2022 [It's an honor to be able to play my first World Cup with the sefutbol, let's go for it all! 🇪🇸👊🏽]

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pedri ❤️🇪🇸

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raphinha ¡Enhorabuena! 👊🏽 [Congratulations! 👊🏽]

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ynkaka orgulhoso de você, amorzinho 🩷 [proud of you, love 🩷]

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　☒　　　🎧　　TYSM FOR 200 FOLLOWERS　　∿

spanish! wow en serio llegamos a los 200 seguidores?? No puedo creerlo, en serio muchas gracias por sus lindos comentarios y apoyo en mis moodboards. Sé que al principio subia layouts, no sé si quieran que suba de nuevo ese tipo de contenido o quizas suba dividers.... así que pronto hare una encuesta!! Y muy pronto habrá una sorpresa, quizás un evento 👀

english!

wow, we seriously reached 200 followers?? I can't believe it, seriously tysm for your nice comments and support on my moodboards. I know that at first I uploaded layouts, I don't know if they want me to upload that type of content again or maybe I will upload dividers.... so I'll do a survey soon!! And very soon there will be a surprise, perhaps an event 👀 (sorry for my basic english TT)

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Hey so I was wondering if you could do an Valeria x f reader where the reader goes to infiltrate the cartel instead of soap and the reader gets like scared and starts tearing up a lil bit yk?

Anyways thanks if you do it 🫶

Learn and Convince Me

♡o。.✿ฺ Paring // Valeria Garza x F!141!Reader

♡o。.✿ฺ Summary // With the rest of the men being too military, you went instead but what you hoped would be a walk in a park became a fear for your life.

♡o。.✿ฺ (A/n) // Thanks for requesting! Sorry for the errors in the Spanish translations… Yes I did use google translate, please don’t look at me like that. I decided to make this a bit longer since I feel like there wasn’t enough Valeria in it. I hope this is all to your liking and hope you enjoy it!

♡o。.✿ฺ Word Count // 3k

♡o。.✿ฺ Content Warnings // Female reader, violence, murder, profanity, blood, guns, drugs, death, horrible flirting, pet names (cariño, crybaby?), incorrect medical stuff…

“I’ll do it.”

Why the hell did you do it? Like Ghost said, make your presence known and show that you mean no harm. Like it was so easy for him… You peer from the car, with no radio in your ear and no weapon, fear became known when the guard caught sight of you. They shouted, guns aimed. One marched over and dragged you forward and pushed you down to your knees.

“¡¿Quien diablos eres tú?!” (Who the hell are you?!) Feeling the barrel of his gun pushing into your head, and arms held high.

“I’m (Y/n) (L/n).” You spoke, not even attempting to look up from the ground, “I have information that El Sin Nombre would like to hear, I can tell him who attacked them.” One guard stepped aside, speaking into his comms.

“Stand up.” He ordered.

Even with your pace, the other grabbed your arms while the other threw a bag over your head and roughly pushed you forward. You were lucky not to fall on your feet, but you continued your way blindly into the mansion of one of El Sin Nombre’s members.

You could hear whispers of others in the mansion, some in Spanish and some in english. All eyes were on you as two guards held their grip on you, leading you to the elevator. You were too focused on memorizing the path that the two left you alone and another was waiting for you.

Suddenly the bag was pulled off your head and you were faced with a man, “You’re alive.” Alejandro spoke, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You let out a sigh of relief, “Alejandro, thank god it’s you.”

“Listen…” He comes in closer, “Give them good intel, American PMCs, the Shadow Company, Mexican Special Forces, everything.”

“Even you?”

The elevator doors open before he can speak, Alejandro steps to the side to which you are greeted with a new face, Diego, “¿Es esta ella?” (Is this her?) The man asks Alejandro who nods, “¿Cómo se llama ella?” (What is her name?)

“...(Y/n).” You answer.

Diego laughs at the tone of your voice, “¿Trajiste una perra tímida?” (You brought a shy bitch?) It was difficult to tell if he was angry or not. He grabs you by the collar of your shirt, “Listen here.” His breath reeks, he smells of gunpowder and men’s body spray, “You give me some good information or I’ll let my boys finally have some fun.” He laughs in your face, finally letting go of your shirt, “Get the fuck out of my elevator.”

Another man pushes you out of the elevator, seeing it close on Alejandro, “This is my house. That means you don’t meet the boss until I say so. You don’t speak unless spoken to. Y lo mas importante (And the most important thing) tell the who fucking truth.” Diego is brought to a halt when one of his men is sniffing cocaine, you don’t need to watch what’s gonna happen, all you need is the sound of Diego’s fist coming into contact with the man, and his shoe stomping on his face.

You open your eyes before Diego can see, “Las Almas is at war. You want to win? Don’t disobey.” The guard following you pushes you again, “That is how the organization survives, and that is why the boss is here tonight.” Diego brings you to a door.

“El Sin Nombre is here?”

“Heh, no... Sin Nombre’s personal sicaria is.” Diego opens the door as he and you enter the room. A woman and another guard with three soldiers tied to their chairs, one is struggling against the bag tied over his head, the other is alive and not harmed, but the third…

“Valeria, il y en a une de plus.” (Valeria, there’s one more.) Diego walks down the steps, leaving you standing there, “A gringa.” He stands next to Valeria who eyes you carefully.

“Come…” Valeria pushes the dead soldier off the chair, “Take a seat.” You’re slow to move down the steps, shaking, “We don’t bite, that’s unless you tell us something we don’t want to hear.” She warns, giving you a push of encouragement.

You sit in the chair, anxiety feeling your stomach as well as worry, was it the right choice to offer yourself up so quickly?

“¿Quién es?” (Who’s this?) Valeria asks Diego.

“Su nombre es (Y/n). Ella vino a nosotros.” (Her name is (Y/n). She came to us.)

Valeria walks behind Diego, “¿En serio? ¿Y la dejaste entrar?” (Really? And you let her in?)

“Ella dijo que tiene información-” (She said she has information-)

Valeria kicks Diego behind and brings him to his knees, then she takes her knife and holds it close to Diego’s face, “¡No la conocemos y ha visto caras!” (We don’t know her and she’s seen our faces!)

“Valeria, necesitamos la información. Ella podría ayudarnos.” (Valeria, we need the intel. She could help us.)

Valeria drags her knife across Diego’s face, “Ella debería o después de que la mate, estarás en la silla.” (She should, or after I kill her, you’ll be in the chair.)

Valeria releases Diego, who gets up and rubs his throat. Valeria unholsters her pistol and walks up to you. With a happy and kind smile spread across her face, she pats your leg when she comes in close.

“¡Niños y niñas! (Boys and girls!) This is simple. I ask questions. You answer truthfully. Do not lie to me.” knowing she meant Nunez, “Recently someone attacked us up in the mountains while we were protecting a friend... Who?” Now looking at Nunez.

Nunez shakes under her glare, “Era un caos... yo no-” (It was chaos… I didn’t-)He stammers before Valeria angrily cuts him off.

“¡En inglés!” (In english!) You could’ve swore you saw him jump the second he heard her shout.

“I-I think it was the Rivals Cartel.” Nunez finally comes up with his answer.

Valeria cocks her head to the side, then turns to you, “Your turn, cariño. Who attacked us?”

You feel your hands start to sweat, feeling your heart beat rapidly, “It… It wasn’t cartel.”

“Then who was it?” Valeria asks, coming in closer.

“...I-It was-” Suddenly you’re pistol whipped.

“¡¿Podrías responder más lenta?!” (Could you answer any slower?!) Valeria growls growing frustrated, “Who attacked us? Or do I need to beat the answer out of you?”

Your vision went hazy for a second before focusing. Your head sting, letting out a hiss which made Valeria more irritated.

She again pistol whips you, “Answer me!”

“Valeria!” Diego shouts, “We need her alive.”

You hear her scoff as a warm feeling falls down your face and onto your lap. You’re beginning to bleed, “I’ll ask one more time, who attacked us?”

“It was Mexican Special Forces.” You finally speak, giving her a satisfying answer. She backs off and you let out a soft groan.

“We found the bodies… Fuerzas Especiales.” She smirks. She now looks back at Nunez, “Now, how would an outsider know they were Mexican Special Forces and not you?”

“M-Maybe she was there!” Nunez said.

“Tú también estabas allí, imbécil. Tal vez ella también…” (You were there, asshole. Maybe she was too…) Diego offered Valeria another question.

“Were you there?” Valeria asks, her grip tightening around her pistol.

“I-I was.” You spoke before she could even lift her arm threateningly.

“Looks like you’re learning.” Valeria comments, “So then, there were outsiders helping the Mexican Special Forces… Who were they?” Asking another.

“W-We heard them yelling, some in English. They were with the-”

“Enough.” Valeria ordered, “Your turn.” Now looking at you, again her grip tightens on her pistol.

“Shadow Company, private military companies.” You tell her, feeling more of your blood.

Valeria takes a few steps back and confers with Diego, “Los vaqueros están trabajando con mercenarios…” (Los Vaqueros are working with Mercenaries…)

“Esas malditas serpientes.” (Those damn snakes.)

“¡¿Verás?! ¡Yo tenía razón!” (You see?! I was right!)

Valeria scoffs and comes back to her original place, “Can you even prove this ‘Shadow Company’ even exists?” She asks Nunez whose face shows fear.

“H-How can I prove this…?”

She turns to you, “What about you cariño? What proof do you have?” Again ready to whip you.

“My pocket. Left.” You feel her left hand pull the patch out of your pocket.

Valeria hums, observing the insignia, “How did you get this cariño? Come on.”

“Off one of the dead Shadow.” You lie.

“I’ve told you before that I do not like lying.” Valeria hands the insignia to Diego, she comes in closer than she was before, “I’ll give you one more chance, who?” You feel the cold serrated steel against your neck, slowly pressing into your skin, burning…

“I-It was given to me!”

Valeria sighs loudly, dramatically, “You were doing so good.” Shaking her head, pulling the knife back. But she doesn’t move, still too close, “Now, who leads this Shadow Company? Give me a name.”

“Phillip Graves.”

“And is he the one who gave you the proof?”

“...Yes.”

Valeria moves back, “See? That wasn’t that hard.”

“Fill Graves… Me gustan.” (Fill Graves. I like that.) Diego smirks.

“This man… Graves… What does he want?”

“He wants the Iranian you’re protecting, Hassan.”

“¿Cómo sabes eso?” (How do you know that?) Diego asks, getting in Valeria’s way and now the one in your face, “Answer me! How the fuck do you know?!”

You choked on your words, trying to come up with a reason that’ll not blow your cover. But you couldn’t find any, you shook under his glare, his voice scared the ever lasting shit out of you.

Diego is pushed back, “¡Bastardo! No te atrevas a interponerte en mi camino.” (Bastard! Don’t you dare get in my way.) Valeria warns him, she then looks at you, “But like he said, how do you know?” Valeria spoke in a more softer tone but you knew the venom behind it as she was filled with it.

“I-I… um…” You couldn’t say it, you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t risk blowing not only your cover but Alejandro who was still somewhere in the penthouse. Your eyes begin to water as you panic, “I…”

“What? You what?” Valeria asks, “Don’t you lie.” She warns.

You’re tearing up and now head hanging low, you say, “...I can’t.”

“You can’t or you won’t?” You don’t respond but you shake your head, refusing to answer. Valeria grabs your hair and pulls your head up, she sees you beginning to tear up, “Oh, now you’re gonna cry? Like a little crybaby.” She growls, she releases your hair, “Go on, cry!”

“¡No puedes confiar en ella, no puedes! ¡Te lo estoy diciendo!” (You can’t trust her, you can’t! I'm telling you!) Nunez shouts.

“¡No nos ha dicho nada!” (You haven’t told us anything!) Valeria retorts, looking at Diego.

“Te pagamos bien, y este llorón sabe más que tú.” (We pay you well, and this crybaby knows more than you.) Diego comes around as Valeria holsters her pistol.

“Es hora de matar a este inútil hijo de puta.” (It’s time to kill this worthless son of a bitch.)

“Con mucho gusto Valeria.” (With pleasure, Valeria.)

Nunez is next to beg and begin to cry, sobbing on his words, he shuts his eyes as he could hear the sound of Diego’s gun before the sound of the gun going off makes you jolt and turn away. Diego comes back to Valeria’s side who is just staring at you.

“Mira a este llorón.” (Look at this crybaby.) Valeria snickers with Diego, “But I do love the ones that cry.” She comes back again, taking your chin into her hand, titling your head to look at her, “I’ll let it slide… For now.”

Again, Valeria unsheathes her knife, and cuts on the zip tie off, “You’re bleeding all over the place, get this llorona fixed up, I’ll have your head if she dies.” Valeria walks out of the room.

“To be clear we are not done with you.” As you walk towards the open door, you take one final glimpse at Nunez’s body, “¡Vamos, llorona! (Come on, crybaby!) We don’t have all day.”

You follow back into the elevator with Diego and you see Valeria waiting, you’re pushed again inside. You feel cornered, maybe because you are cornered, feeling so small and helpless…

It wasn’t long before Diego’s inside, swiping his keycard on the sensor before pushing the three buttons on the elevator wall, “Los Vaqueros se están moviendo rápido.” (Los Vaqueros are moving fast.)

“When can I talk to him?” You ask, quickly regretting your choice of words.

“Valeria is going to speak with the boss, now. You will wait with the others.” Diego tells you.

“I have a feeling El Sin Nombre will be very interested in talking to you.” The elevator doors open to outside where another guard is there waiting, “Fix her up and keep a close eye on her, I have a feeling she’ll try something.” Valeria orders.

“Sí, señora.” (Yes, ma’am.) The guard has a tight grip on your arm, pushing you up against the glass, ready to pat you down.

Alejandro appears, “Lo tengo. Te necesitan afuera.” (I got it. They need you outside.)

“Bueno. Dale una máscara y obsérvala. Haz algo con el sangrado también.” (Okay. Give her a mask and watch her. Do something with the bleeding too.)

Alejandro begins to pat you down until the guard is no longer in view, “¿Qué mierda te hicieron? (What the fuck did they do to you?) He brings you into one of the bathrooms, sitting you down on the toilet.

“Valeria. Pistol. Head.”

“She pistol whipped you?”

“Two times.”

“Two times?”

“Or was it three?”

“Fuck.” Alejandro curses, “Ghost, we have a problem.”

“What is it?”

“(Y/n) my have a concussion, and it looks like a bad one.” Alejandro holds your arm to keep you upright.

“Bloody hell, they must have a good arm. Soap get in there.”

“What about (Y/n)?”

“I’ll leave (Y/n) here, you’ll be taking her place.” Soap appears suddenly, nearly scaring Alejandro.

“El Sin Nombre is on the third floor.”

“We’ll be back.” Alejandro hands you a pistol, “Let’s go Soap.” Handing the mask to Soap, “Comms are hooked in.”

“We’ll need a keycard.”

“Diego has it.” You tell them.

“Just don’t sleep.” Soap warns before following Alejandro out and turning off the lights. You hid from view and from the door, anyone could walk in and that’s what scared you the most. Your head felt heavy and your eyes were ready to shut, it was a struggle to stay awake in a quiet environment.

But you were jolted awake by shouting outside, “¡¿Dónde diablos está ella?!” (Where the hell is she?!) It wasn’t just any guard, Diego… He was marching through the halls of his penthouse looking for you.

“¡Se suponía que debías vigilarla!” (You were supposed to watch her!)

“¡Me dijeron que me necesitabas afuera y cuando regresé ya no estaba!” (They told me you need me outside and when I came back it was gone!) The guard tried explaining, obviously scared.

“¡¿Qué tan estúpido eres?!” (How stupid are you?!)

His voice became louder and louder, and stopped at the bathroom you were in, “¡Lo siento señor! Te prometo que la encontraré.” (I’m sorry sir! I promise I will find her.)

“Será mejor porque él te despellejará vivo.” (You better because he'll skin you alive.) The doors are slammed open, scanning through the room. Did you forget to say that you shoved yourself into the cabinet under the sink, a tiny movement would make a sound but your pistol was aimed right at the doors.

“Señor, Valeria lo está buscando.” (Sir, Valeria is looking for you.)

“Bueno.” (Alright.) He walks away with the guard.

The instant relief washed over and you quickly relaxed, but your eyes were too heavy to stop them from closing on you. All you heard was you dropping your pistol and a thud of your head lightly hitting the cabinet, falling asleep.

“How’s the damage?”

“She received a head injury which caused the bleeding and considering she was hit twice, there was no internal bleeding, only external. We have her hooked up to an IV and she may receive additional transfusions later. I recommend that she physically and mentally rest to recover.”

“For how long?”

“At least two days, limit activities that require thinking and mental concentration.”

“That means she’ll be put on bed rest?”

“Yes.”

How many hours passed since that conversation you overheard. You sneaked out of your room late at night and headed towards one of the buildings, where you found a shipment container. Slowly you opened the door and found Valeria leaned up against the wall.

“I see you’re still walking.”

“And you’re still talking.”

“When I say I’m surprised, I am. I didn’t think you had the nerve to sneak into the penthouse and lie to me. It explains everything.” Valeria now stands.

“Then you understand how I was able to get the insignia for the Shadow Company. I offered myself to get in and Graves gave me the proof I needed.”

“Come on, cariño. Talking to me like I’m a criminal.”

You scoff, “Because you are a criminal, hoarding a terrorist while a narco. You think it’s good for business and I say you are just digging your own grave.”

“You dug yours the second you stepped foot on my grounds.” Valeria gets in your face, “This isn’t what’s good for you cariño. I know it, Alejandro knows it, hell I think that gringo knows it too.”

“I can’t wait to watch you burn.”

“You’ll be burning with me, cariño.” Valeria laughs, “We’ll burn the world together, I can be very convincing.”

“...Then convince me, I don’t have all night.”

#x reader #x female reader #cod mw #cod mw22 #cod alejandro #cod modern warfare #cod valeria #ghost cod #cod ghost #soap cod #valeria garza x reader #valeria garza #valeria x reader #cod x you #cod x reader #cod x y/n

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so-many-sainz · 1 year

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backstage bitch — lando norris

instagram edit

lando norris x trap singer!yn

fc: nicki nicole, argentinian singer.

i'm sorry for all the argentina references, u asked for it.

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landonorris I swear i love paris.

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pierregasly 👀😂❤️

bizarrap nice to meet you man!

yninstagram ????? quien eraaaaa 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 (who do you think you are?? but in a friendly way)

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yninstagram Magic night in París. Thanks to everyone who came to the show last night, it was amazing. ��💗💗 Nos volamos. 🚀

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bizarrap te amo amiga 🤏🏻🐒🤎

iambeckyg tiny 🤏🏻🤏🏻💖

ynslovies WE LOVE U SO MUCH YOU WERE SPECTACULAR

pierregasly queria decirle bambinooo 😂🎤🎤

yninstagram stream mala vida, thank you!

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f1driversinfo Pierre and Lando with @bizarrap at YN LN´s concert in Paris last night.

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yninstagram icons 🤟🏻🤟🏻🤟🏻

l4ndoxlatam YN WTF OMGG

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two weeks later...

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landonorris santa came super early 🤠🤏🏻😏

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carlossainz55 🤏🏻🤏🏻🤏🏻🤏🏻🤏🏻😂

yninstagram how convenient!! do you think you can be my new beat maker?

bizarrap ex-fucking-cuse me???? ↪️yninstagram you're not that popular anymore, sorry

pierregasly so you were a good boy this year 😏😏😏

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yninstagram otra noche llorandote🌕💖🎤

📸 @lando.jpg

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landonorris god i'm talented

yninstagram actually it's impossible for me to look bad, you just have a cute target

badbunnypr VAMOS MI REINA 💗 ARG X PR

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landonorris getting the complete rockstar experience.

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bizarrap stop leaking my music bro

yninstagram thanks for the promo, stream ya me fui ft. duki 🤟🏻😂

landonorris anytime 🤏🏻💖

carlossainz55 does this make you a groupie??

landonorris oh.my.god i'm a backstage bitch 🙃 ↪️yninstagram a hot one

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landonorris MIAMI with a boyband outfit.

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danielricciardo the miami hotties ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

yninstagram cute

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yninstagram vamos checo 🤠💚🤍❤️

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schecoperez gracias yn!! 😂😂❤️

carlossainz55 i'm latino too

yninstagram mexico is closer to arg, perdon

landonorris i'm deeply wounded

yninstagram no english today, we're in miami show some respect

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yninstagram que lugar increible miami, con el biza fuimos a ver la formula 1 y terminamos en una fiesta completamente random. I lied to juan today, i wanted lando to win. I'm sorry landonorris i love you. 💖 what an amazing place is miami, we went to see the f1 race with bizarrap and finished the night in a random party.

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landonorris love you baby 🤏🏻💖 i forgive you for the treason on live tv.

#lando norris instagram edit #lando norris x reader #lando norris blurb #instagram edit #f1 imagine

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footygirl114 · 11 months

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Todo Sucede por una Razón (Leila Ouahabi x Reader)

Soooo I am sorry this took forever, but life has been a bit chaotic and writing has not been at the front of my mind and this has been sitting unfinished for months. I finally got some motivation to finish it, and I hope it has been worth the wait! and without further delay part #3 to my Esposa Series

Knowing you needed to get out of the changeroom as soon as you dropped the truth bomb was your first priority. Almost on auto pilot your brain remembered where you used to hide out at the training facility and when you opened the door to what you remembered as a storage closet, you let out a sigh of relief noticing it was still a storage closet. Dropping down to sit in the corner leaning against the shelf, you letting your head fall back as you think about what you just did.

You feel a bit of a weight lifted off your shoulders, knowing that you finally told the team the truth. Or at least some of the truth, you know you owe them more of an explanation but at the moment you just needed to breathe.

You don’t know how long you end up sitting there, before the door opens and before you have a chance to say anything Alexia squeezes through the opening and closes the door.

“I told the team to start warm ups” she says and sits down on the floor across from you, stretching her legs out so her feet are at your hip.

Watching her settle you ask her “how did you find me?”

She gives you a small smile and says “we used to hide out here together when the older girls would start making us chase balls.”

“you remember that?” you ask her with a small smile at the memory.

She nods and answers “of course Y/N, you were my best friend. I am so sorry I didn’t try harder to protect you.”

“It wasn’t your fault, I could have confided in you.” you tell her with a shake of your head.

She leans forward and places her hand on your shin as she says “I knew something was off with you, I should have pushed harder to get you to talk to me”

Shaking your head again as you feel the tears gather in the corner of your eyes you tell her “I wouldn’t have told you then, I was so scared of what he would do and I refused to put you in a position where you’d have to choose. Then when everyone found out and turned their back on me I just didn’t know what to do anymore.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t try to talk to you after, and I believed what they told me” Alexia says to you quietly. “I wish I could go back and do it differently and I would have made you talk to me”

“it’s not your fault Ale” you tell her quietly.

She shakes her head and says “I didn’t even try to reach out though, it’s been over 5 years Y/N, I am a terrible person for that.”

Knowing how bad she feels you decide to move on shaking your head you tell her “should we go join the team?”

“yeah probably, I’ll try to be better now to you” She says.

“I would like that Ale” You tell her with a small smile as you move to stand up. She follows your lead and follows you out of the closet. You know as you head out to the training field that things with Alexia are better but they are no where near where you once were with her. You decide that you need to take things slow and see how this plays out.

You both join training and it moves along like nothing happened, the team knows not to bring anything on the training field and you are glad for that. You get through the day with no incidents and you are glad when you are roomed with Ona again and get to fully let your guard down when its just the two of you finally in your room after team dinner.

You flop back on to your bed and before Ona can say anything there is a knock on your door and you meet her eyes knowing exactly who it is. Ona goes to open the door as she says “I am going to take a shower and let you two talk okay?”

As you nod she moves to open the door and you hear her greet Leila and then disappear into the bathroom closing the door behind her. Leila rounds the corner with a “hola hermosa” as she climbs onto your bed and settles on her side right beside you.

She wraps her arm across your hip and leans her head beside yours propped up by her arm, as you are lying on your back you lean up and press your lips to hers in greeting before falling back, she doesn’t let you get far as she follows and connects your lips again. You kiss her back for a moment before you pull back, she follows and you give her a small smile as you tell her “I can’t believe what happened today love”

She smiles at you and moves her hand up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear as she asks “how do you feel about it?”

Shrugging your shoulders you tell her “I’m not sure, but I do know that things aren’t going back to how they used to be”

“what do you mean hermosa?” she asks you.

“Alexia found me” you start “we talked briefly but I don't think we’re okay, things are still weird.”

She smiles sadly and leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead and says “it’ll take some time Y/N”

“there’s something else I need to tell you” you tell her nervously.

She pulls back and looks down at you as she asks “you can tell me anything”

“we need to keep this hidden still” you blurt out, and at the look on her face you quickly continue “I need the team to get to know me, and decide if they like me for me. Not because I am married to you love.”

The look easies on her face as she tells you “You know I will do whatever you need me to do, but for the record I do not think they’d only like you for me”

“I know you would, which is why I need you to trust me on this one. The conversation I had with Alexia was weird and I need to dig deeper into it, before I drop this bomb too.” you tell her.

She smiles and says “I love you, and if this is what you want then I will do anything you need of me.”

You smile at her and say “Te amo” as you reach up and pull her head down to connect your lips again.

She deepens the kiss and adjusts so she has one leg between yours and her arms on either side of your head, as you wrap your arms around her head and tangle your fingers in the hair on the back of her head. You are so lost in the feeling of your wife that you forget about Ona in the bathroom, and when she walks out and lets out a “Ew! Guys come on!”

Leila pulls back and falls back on the bed beside you as you both let out a laugh at the look on Ona’s face and you tell her “sorry Ona”

“I’m not” Leila adds on and you smack her in the stomach with a laugh.

Ona groans but sits on the end of your bed and asks “everything all good?”

Leila groans as you tell Ona “we need to keep us a secret for a bit longer On.”

“what! Why?” she exclaims.

“things are still weird and I want the team to know me for me not because of Leila” you explain again.

She nods and says “I get it, but I do not think it’l be an issue, you are awesome Y/N!”

Leila chimes in at this and says “I agree you are awesome”

You let out a laugh at the two of them and tell them “thanks for having my back guys.” At this Ona smiles and jumps on the bed to settle between you and Leila and you know that no matter what happens you have these goofballs in your life and on your side.

Camp goes off without a hitch and this is the first one since you’ve been brought back in that you feel like you may just start to belong with the team. It’s a good feeling and you continue with it through the first week back in Manchester after the break. After a successful win against West ham, where you scored a screamer from 20 yards out to secure the victory, the last thing you expected was for your phone to blow up with instagram messages.

The most surprising was that it was Patri, who had reposted your goal on her instagram tagging you in it with flame emojis. All the notifications were from other teammates on the Spanish national team, they were all commenting about how amazing your goal was.

When you got home that night you checked your notifications and again and realised you had a new text message from an unknown number. Opening it you were floored at what the message said.

Unknown: Hola Y/N, Its Patri here. I got your number from Ona … don’t hate her for giving it to me… I wanted to reach out and apologise for how I have treated you, I should have gotten to know you before judging you. I hope we can start over and work on becoming friends.

Finishing reading it you cant help but have a small smile on your face. Knowing that telling the truth felt like a weight off your shoulders, but having the Spanish girls reaching out makes it even better.

Y/N: Hi Patri, thank you for the apology but its not needed. The past is the past and we can work on being friends.

Patri: That is great to hear Y/N, I am a great friend just so you know…

You cant help but chuckle at this as this seems like something Patri would say.

Y/N: I have no doubt about that!

Patri: The best way to start our friendship is you teaching me how to score goals like that banger you scored today

Y/N: haha I can’t reveal all my secrets too early Patri!

Patri: worth a shot, ha get it!

You chuckle at your phone at that one, and cant help but feel like this is the start of a great friendship. You continue texting with Patri for the rest of the night, and you fall asleep with a smile knowing this is the start of rebuilding your relationships with the Spanish girls.

The following weeks are spent much the same way, most of the Spanish girls reach out whether its on instagram or text. It helps to ease your mind as you know another international break is on the horizon. Before you can plan for that you have to worry about the next club game, a big clash vs Chelsea being played at Old Trafford.

Luckily Man city played on the Saturday and your game was on the sunday so you know Leila would be in the stands. Both teams had played mid week cup games so you haven’t seen your wife in person in over a week.

The first think you did after the walk out, standing in line facing the crowd was to scan it where she said she would be to find her. What you didn’t expect was to see her sitting with Laia, Vicky, Deyna, Patri, Ataina and Mapi. You knew Barca played friday but you never expected them to be here.

Both Patri and Atiana had been texting with you off on and for the last few weeks, but you haven’t had a conversation with Mapi since it all went down. You smile and gave them all a wave and then refocused and got back into game mode.

90 minutes of hard playing later and you came out with a 3-2 win with a last minute winner. You were on cloud nine, after celebrating with the team and singing some autographs you finally made your way over to the Spanish girls.

“Y/N holy shit that was an amazing game!” Vicky is the first to chime in.

Followed by Aitana with “You are a beast out there!”

And Patri with a “I am still waiting for my lessons.”

You smile at them all and say “thank you for coming!” before you can say anything else you feel Ona come up and the attention shifts to her. You move to the side and feel a hand on your arm and turn to see Mapi.

She tilts her head and asks “can we talk?”

You nod and move a bit further down with her and you say “thank you for coming all this way”

She smiles and says “It was worth it Y/N, I need to do this in person. I am so sorry for everything you went through Y/N and I wish I handled it so differently”

You smile and put your hand on her forearm as you tell her “Maps its okay, I know you would have done everything to protect me but I refused to get in the way of anyone else’s dreams.”

She looks at you with a confused look and asks “what do you mean?”

“if you had known about it, you would have done the unthinkable to protect me probably also ruining your chances at the team Mapi. I know my dream was over but I wasn’t going to let him ruin anyone else” you tell her with a small smile.

She smiles sadly at you and says “you are the most kind soul Y/N, the fact that you hid this to protect us is crazy. We could have helped you.”

“Mapi, its in the past now. I worked past it and I am not back on the team now, I just want to rebuild what I lost Maps” you tell her.

She smiles and pulls you in for a tight hug and she whispers in your ear “You never lost us Y/N, we all just needed to have you in our lives to see that”

You smile and pull back wiping the tear from under your eye and you say “you are a big sap now Mapi”

She chuckles and punches your arm saying “It’s cause I am old and soft”

You both turn and make your way back to the group with a smile. You meet your wife’s eye with a smile and wink letting her know everything is okay.

The next weekend you had a derby game vs City. You didn’t love playing against your wife, but at least playing on the same day meant that you would be able to spend the night together. You walked out beside her with a smile and a wink and you settled in for a tough game.

It was about 60 minutes in when city got a counter off a corner which meant your centerbacks were all up. You chased back and caught sight of a blue jersey beelining it toward the back post, you adjusted course and saw the path of the ball going towards them. You tracked it and jumped for the header knocking the ball and knocking into the city player. You both tumbled and you landed hard on them.

When you heard the pained yelp you immediately realised it was your wife who you landed on top of. You quickly rolled off of her, and got on your knees beside her as she was curled in a ball. Before you could do or say anything you were being pushed back by Hemp with a “get off of her.”

You tried to push back against her, but you felt the gloved hands of Mary pull you back hard away from the commotion. You only had eyes for Leila on the ground in pain as the chaos ensued around you. All you could think about was get up please please get up. You could feel yourself spiralling the longer she stayed down.

It took Ona getting in your line of vision for you to break the sight you had of your wife. “Y/N look at me, she’s okay. You knocked the wind out of her”

“she’s still down Ona, how could I do that to her” you tell her softly.

She puts her hands on your cheeks guiding your sight to her as she says “Y/N you were doing your job, playing defence properly. Its part of the game and she’s okay.”

As she finishes this you hear clapping and immediately look to see your wife on her feet with her hands above her head catching her breath. Her eyes lock on you and winks at you. You hear the ref blow the whistle to try to get the game moving but you move closer to Leila and place your hand on her stomach.

“I’m sorry love” you tell her.

She smiles and says “I would have scored there babe your lucky you got there first”

You chuckle and shake your head, watching as she’s forced out the sidelines. The rest of the game finishes without incident and it finishes 0-0. You couldn’t be upset about the tie when you know that you could have seriously hurt your wife.

You leave the field knowing that she will end up at your place after the game like you planned. You cant help but pace at the front door waiting for her to show, if she shows.

“Y/N, stop pacing she said she was in the training room longer than she thought but she’s on the way.” Ona says from the couch watching TV.

“She was in there longer because of me Ona, she might hate me.” you tell her.

Ona immediately laughs at out loud at that and says “she would never hate you”

Before you can respond there is a knock at the door and you rush to open it and immediately have Leila in your arms with a “I am so so sorry love”

She chuckles and says “Babe its okay, I am fine. You just knocked the wind out of me and bruised me a bit”

“Bruised?” you ask

“bet its not the first time” Ona says at the same time.

You turn and glare at Ona as Leila chuckles and says “hi Ona, good game”

Pulling Leila with you into the apartment you say “don’t be nice to her love”

“why not?”

“she was teasing me before” you whine and you hear them both laugh at your pout. “Both of you are not so nice” and you turn and move into your room jumping on your bed on your back covering your eyes.

You can hear them talking then movement towards your room. Keeping your eyes covered you listen as the door opens and closes softly, a bag drops on the floor then the bed creak as you feel your wife straddle your waist.

You keep your eyes covered waiting as she says “are you going to look at me babe?”

“maybe” you say.

“Oh, what about now?” As you hear her moving around on you “You may want to look now babe”

“Why?”

“I may have lost my shirt, and a bra presses on my ribs” she says with a chuckle.

Immediately you uncover your eyes and are met with the sight of your wife shirtless and your eyes zero in on the bruise on her ribs from you. Moving your hands to the mark you ask “does it hurt love?”

She smiles “not really babe”

You lean up and press your lips to the bruise multiple times asking “how about now?”

“it doesn’t hurt at all now” she says with a low voice.

You smile up at her and press your lips to hers slowly. You pull back after a few moments and say “we cant though, Ona is here”

She pushes you back and leans down saying “I sent her out for pizza, we have half an hour” and she closes the gap between you pressing her lips to your hard. You follow her lead and forget the day losing your self in your wife.

The following day the three of you pack up to head down to SPain for another national team camp. This time you are excited and you can’t wait to see the girls again, the only one that hasn’t reached out was Alexia and that made you nervous. As you are sat on the plane between Ona and Leila you smile and say “so I think I want to tell them about us this time.”

They both turn to you and Leila says “yeah?”

Ona says “finally.”

you chuckle and respond “yes, I am not sure how or when, but I think it’s time. But we have to do it on my terms, when I say okay?”

Leila smiles and grabs your hand with an “of course babe”

Ona nods in agreement and you smile putting your head on Leila’s shoulder for the rest of the flight. When you walk into the hotel your stomach drops when you hear that you will be sharing with Alexia this camp. You split up with Ona and Leila, as you open the door to your room with a deep breath.

Alexia is sitting up on the bed closest to the window as she sees you she sits up and says “Y/N, Hi”

“Hi Alexia” you say as you put your bag on the bed closest to the door.

“I remembered you like the bed closest to the bathroom, but if you want to switch we can?” she says a bit nervously.

You smile and say “this ones perfect thank you Ale” you see her relax at that as you say “Ale, its okay. I think we need to talk though”

She nods and sits on the bed closer to yours. You mirror her on your bed and she starts with “I missed you Y/N, You were my best friend and I needed you.”

You move to sit beside her on her bed and wrap your arm around her as you say “I missed you too Ale, and for the record I needed you too”

She smiles and says “Y/N, do you think we can ever go back?”

You nod and say “yes Ale, it’ll just take some time”

She smiles and says “I made coach room us together, cause I needed this”

“I am so glad you did” you tell her.

Before you can say anything else there is a knock on the door and you both realise you need to go for team dinner. You spend the rest of the night sitting with Alexia and Mapi and the three of you start joking around like you used to and you know that everything will be okay.

On the third day of camp Alexia had to stay back at camp to do media when the rest of the team was back at the hotel. Having the room to your self, Leila comes over and you both decide to shower together. You lost track of time and are both just drying off in the bathroom with the door closed when Alexia comes back.

A knock on the door and a yell of “hola Y/N I am back!”

You meet Leilas eyes with a smile and she smiles back whispering “guess we need to tell her?”

“One sec Ale, be right out.” You lean forward and press a hard kiss to Leilas lips whispering “Te amo.”

She smiles back and slaps your ass as you turn to open the door both of you wrapped in a towel. You walk out into your room, not realising you missed the extra voices with Ale too wrapped up in Leila. That you are shocked when you see Mapi, Patri, Aitana and Ona all sitting in your room.

Alexia says “Hola Y/N-“ then pauses as Leila walks out behind you and runs int your back. “Leila?” she says.

Ona bursts out laughing at the confused look on their faces as Leilas moves beside you grabbing your hand with a smile.

“what is going on?” Alexia asks you both.

You smile and say “So I would like to introduce everyone to my wife” and you hold your entangled hands up for them to see.

All of their mouths drop open and you Leila and Ona laugh at their reactions.

“Your reaction at your game makes so much sense now!” Mapi blurts out.

Everyone laughs at that and you feel Leila’s arm snake around your waist pulling you to her as she presses a kiss to your temple. Standing there with your wife and your friends all together again makes you feel healed and you know that you truly believe everything happens for a reason.

#woso #woso x reader #woso imagines #woso imagine #leila ouahabi imagine #leila ouahabi x reader #Leila Ouahabi #espwnt x reader

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anamizuiro · 4 months

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Matching IkeVamp suitors with classical pieces that likes to invade my brain

Was browsing more classical music to listen to but then I remember I used to get bits of IkeVamp brainrot listening so this list has cometh to be.

Characters Listed: The Residents, William, Vlad and His Minions.

Author Note: why does the bad guys always get the banger ones when it comes to music istg... also did you know? I was about to put Dies Irae (Mozart) in Charles' list before i changed my mind but decided to give it to Vlad instead because i like the vibe (except I gave Vlad Verdi's Requiem of Dies Irae instead because apparently there is another piece titled Dies Irae).

Napoleon

Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy

Arabesque No. 1 by Claude Debussy

Toreador March/Les Toreador by Georges Bizet (specifically that part.)

Vlad

Prelude in C Sharp Minor by Rachmaninoff

Four Seasons, Winter by Antonio Vivaldi

Moonlight Sonata, 3rd Movement by Ludwig Van Beethoven

Lacrimosa by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (early composition) and Franz Xaver Süssmayr (finishes the rest of the piece) (Mozart was unable to finish composing this piece because he passed away. So the person who commissioned this piece hired his student to finish it. Source: Google)

Fantaisie Impromptu by Frederic Chopin

Verdi's Requiem Dies Irae by Verdi

Arthur

Habanera from Carmen Suite by Georges Bizet

Por Una Cabeza Tango by Carlos Gardel

La Campanella by Liszt

Vincent

Peer Gynt, Morning Mood by Edvard Grieg

Four Seasons, Spring by Antonio Vivaldi

Nocturne Op 9 No. 2 by Frederic Chopin

Minuet in G Major by Christian Petzold (said to be attributed to Bach)

Theodorus

Tristesse by Frederic Chopin

Nocturne in C Sharp Minor (No. 20) by Frederic Chopin

Shakespeare

Nessun Dorma by Giacomo Puccini

The Swan/Le Cygne by Saint-Saens

Fur Elise by Ludwig Van Beethoven

Leonardo

Bouree in E Minor by Johann Sebastian Bach

Minuetto in G by Luigi Boccherini

Comte de Saint-Germain

Cello Suite No. 1 : Prelude in G by Johann S. Bach

The Nutcracker Suite, The Waltz of The Flowers by Tchaikovsky

Aquarium by Saint-Saens

Pomp and Circumstance March No. 1 by Edward Elgar

Jazz Suite No. 2: VII. Waltz No. 2 by Dmitri Shostakovich

Danse Macabre by Saint-Saens

Mozart

Symphony No. 10 in G Minor: I. Molto Allegro by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (basically his own piece)

Hungarian Dance No. 5 by Johannes Brahms

Charles-Henri

the Nutcracker Suite: Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy by Tchaikovsky

Gymnopedie No. 1 by Erik Satie

Funeral March by Frederic Chopin

Faust

Toccata and Fugue in D Minor by Johann Sebastian Bach (i'm so sorry it just fits him)

O Fortuna : Carmina Burana by Carl Orff

Symphony No. 5 by Ludwig Van Beethoven

Jean

Moonlight Sonata, 1st Movement by Ludwig Van Beethoven

Airs a faire fuir by Erik Satie

Valse Triste by Jean Sibelius

Dazai

Blue Danube by Johann Strauss II

Sleeping Beauty Waltz by Tchaikovsky

Tales of Hoffman, Barcarolle by Offenbach

Isaac

Flight of The Bumblebee by Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov

Cradle Song AKA Lullaby by Johannes Brahms

Air on the G String by Johann S. Bach

Sebastian

Rondo Alla Turca by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Eine Kleine by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Symphonies de Fanfares : Rondeau by Jean Joseph Mouret

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp theodorus #ikevamp charles #ikevamp comte #ikevamp faust #ikevamp isaac #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp shakespeare #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp sebastian

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dannymultipersonaje · 25 days

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OMG what's happening me? | OH dios que estoy haciendo, si se que no es la traduccion correcta

I'm thinking (I must be doing my Cinematography Theories homework) what if Transformers were actors and all we watch are series? and I'm talking about the CYBERTRONIANS ARE REAL ACTORS (like "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?" or A Prime Performance).

<<Estoy pensando (debo estar haciendo mi tarea de Teorias cinematografias) ¿y si Transformers fueran actores y todo lo que vemos son series? y hablo de que los CYBERTRONIANOS SON UNA ACTORES REALES (tipo "Quien engaño a Roger Rabit?" o A Prime Performance).>>

I still think that Orion/Optimus would argue with Megatron/us about politics and I'm especially thinking of a discussion about Cinematographic Rexibility, because apparently in the 60's the right wing of this theory believed that it was a political obligation. But that's just the tip of the iceberg. how about this:

<<Aun pienso que Orion/Optimus discutiria con Megatron/us sobre politica y especialmente estoy pensando en una discusion sobre la Rexibilidad Cinematrografia, porque al parecer en los años 60's la ala derecha de esta teoria creia que era una obligación politica. Pero eso solo es la punta del Iceberg. que tal esto:>>

Since they both read film theory, it is obvious that they have intricate discussions, but I imagine Megatron talking about structuralism and then being interrupted by Orion/Optimus who speaks from Post-structuralism, going over the dilemma of Realism or Constructuralism (which to annoy Megs would correct about using the name "Formalism" to be more correct, while OP contradicts because "Constructuralism" is correct for his argument), and somehow gets to discuss Brecht, and Brechtian criticism, on which they both agree . <<Como ambos leen teoria filmica, es obvio que tienen intrincadas discusiones, perosnalemente me imagino Megatron hablando de estructuralismo para luego ser interrumpido por Orion/Optimus que habla desde el Post-estructuralismo, pasando sobre el dilema del Realismo o Constructuralismo (que para molestar Megs corregiria sobre el uso del nombre "Formalismo" para ser mas correcto, mientras OP contradice pues "Constructuralismo" es correcto para su argumento), y de alguna forma llega a discutir sobre Brecht, y la critica Brechtiana, en el cual los dos estan de acuerdo.>>

"It is stupid to leave pleasure aside, it removes all interest and does not expand the questions, it does not distance the actor, distance the audience, it is unproductive from Brechtian criticism and Brecht would never agree, you cannot take pleasure away from it. .. debate" and yes, they say that at the same time.

<<"Es una estupides dejar el placer de lado, quita todo interes y no expande las preguntas, no da un distanciamiento del actor, distancia al publico, es improductivo desde la critica brechtiana y Brecht jamas estaria de acuerdo, no puedes quitar el placer al… debate" y si, dicen eso al mismo tiempo.>>

(SORRY I KNOW THERE ARE A LOT OF TERMS BUT I'M MAKING A READING REPORT BECAUSE I'M AN IDIOT WHO DOESN'T STUDY) I'm using Google Translate

<<(PERDON SE QUE SON MUCHOS TERMINOS PERO ESTOY HACIENDO UN REPORTE DE LECTURA PORQUE SOY UNA IDIOTA QUE NO ESTUDIA) Estoy usando google traductor>>

#Megop #Google traductor #spanish #Megatron #AU #TFAU #orion pax #optimus prime #megatronus

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groriatrevi10xx · 4 days

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Hace mucho tiempo, cuando la Princesa Teagan era pequeña, la Reina Umbra le había enseñado a la niña a peinarse de diferentes maneras, para que nunca necesitara que alguien lo hiciera por ella.../Way back, long ago, when Princess Teagan was little, Queen Umbra had taught the little girl to do her hair in different ways, so that she would never need someone to do it for her...

Fueron tiempos alegres y más brillantes.../They were joyful and brighter times...

Aun así, la Princesa nunca había querido peinarse ella misma, poniendo excusas desde muy pequeña de que no podía peinarse, cuando sabía perfectamente cómo empezar... Umbra le había enseñado perfectamente.../Even so, the Princess had never wanted to do her hair herself, making excuses from a very young age that she couldn't do her hair, when she knew perfectly well how to start... Umbra had taught her perfectly...

Armando un escándalo, tirando del vestido de la Reina con sus pequeñas manos, exigiendo ser peinada por su Madre... En ese momento era una escena tierna, una niña pequeña exigiendo atención y cuidado de su Madre... Ella estaba como cualquier otro niño inflando sus mejillas cuando tenían una pequeña rabieta.../Making a fuss about it, pulling the Queen's dress with her small hands, demanding to be combed by her Mother... At that moment it was a tender scene, a little girl demanding attention and care from her Mother... She was like any other little girl puffing out her cheeks when she had a little tantrum...

Normalmente, aunque se tomaban medidas, la Princesa nunca hacía caso.../Normally, although measures were taken, the Princess never paid attention...

Y todo dejó de ser tan inocente, cuando Teagan exigió que las sirvientas le peinaran, gritando que era su deber obedecerla o las despediría… Esto continúa hasta la edad adulta…/And everything stopped being so innocent, when Teagan demanded that the maids do her hair, shouting that it was their duty to obey her or she would fire them... This continues until adulthood...

Hoy le había tocado a Mary peinar el cabello de la Princesa, la pobre Sirvienta solo tembló al escuchar los gritos de la Princesa… “Lo estás haciendo mal”, “Me estás jalando del cabello”, “Realmente eres una inútil”.../Today it had been Mary's turn to comb the Princess's hair, the poor maid only trembled as she heard the Princess's screams... "You're doing it wrong", "You're pulling my hair", "You really are useless"...

Kaison, un Sirviente igual a ella, la miraba desde la puerta, sosteniendo en sus manos una bandeja con adornos para el cabello que obviamente no iba a ser utilizada... La Princesa siempre prefirió sus cintas... El Hombre la miró con profunda tristeza en sus ojos, sus ojos cansados.../Kaison, a Servant just like her, looked at her from the door, holding in his hands a tray with hair ornaments that was obviously not going to be used... The Princess always preferred her ribbons... The Man looked at her with deep sorrow in his eyes, his tired eyes...

--¡Hazlo bien!... ¡¿No sabes hacer nada bien?!.../Do it well!... Don't you know how to do anything well?!...--

Teagan estaba furiosa, ¿era tan difícil hacer coletas?... Hoy iban a posar para un cuadro, hoy iban a pintar un cuadro de ella y su Madre para un evento extraño.../Teagan was furious, was it so difficult to make pigtails?... Today they were going to pose for a painting, today they were going to paint a painting of her and her Mother for a strange event...

--¡Lo s-siento!.../I'm s-sorry!...--

Mary lo siente mucho, pero grita cuando la Princesa se levanta y le quita el peine de las manos, lo lanza con fuerza hacia Kaison, el Hombre lo esquiva, dejando que el peine golpee la puerta haciendo un ruido sordo.../Mary is really sorry, but she screams when the Princess gets up and takes the comb out of her hands, she throws it hard towards Kaison, the Man dodges it, letting the comb hit the door making a thud...

El Sirviente ahora mira enojado a la Princesa, Kaison quiere decir algo... Pero no lo hace, Mary solo llora.../The Servant now looks angrily at the Princess, Kaison wants to say something... But he won't, Mary just cries...

"Había silencio".../"There was silence"...

Por unos segundos.../For a few seconds...

Hasta que se abrió la puerta de la habitación, Teagan solo se enojó más... Cuando vio entrar a su Madre, con cara de preocupación... Miró el peine desechado y a sus dos buenos trabajadoras, Mary estaba llorando y Kaison parecía perdido en sus pensamiento.../Until the door to the room was opened, Teagan only got angrier... When she saw her Mother enter, with a worried face... She looked at the discarded comb and at her two good workers, Mary was crying and Kaison seemed lost in thought...

--Teagan...--

--¡¿Qué?!.../What?!...-

Umbra solo suspira, la pintora las espera en la Sala de abajo... No quiere hacerla esperar más, así que solo mira a sus fieles y atentos trabajadores.../Umbra just sighs, the painter is waiting for them in the Room below... She doesn't want to make her wait any longer, so she just looks at her faithful and attentive workers...

--Kaison y Mary.../Kaison and Mary...--

Y los Sirvientes dejan de estar en sus mundos, para mirar a su Reina… Su Majestad se acerca a ellos mientras acaricia la cabeza de Kaison con una de sus manos libres, alborotando su cabello, con la otra mano seca las lágrimas de Mary... Les regala una amable sonrisa.../And the Servants stop being in their worlds, to look at their Queen... His Majesty approaches them while caressing Kaison's head with one of his free hands, ruffling her hair, with his other hand he wipes Mary's tears... He gives them a kind smile...

--Perdón por el mal momento que acaban de pasar, yo me encargo... Pero mientras tanto, ¿podrías ir a ayudar a Olivia en la cocina?... Creo que ella iba a hacer algo para preparar galletas de mantequilla para nuestra invitada.../Sorry for the bad time you just had, I'll take care of it... But in the meantime, could you go help Olivia in the kitchen?... I think she was going to do something about preparing butter cookies for our guest...--

Kaison y Mary se miran... Luego le sonríen cálidamente a su Majestad.../Kaison and Mary look at each other... Then they smile warmly at His Majesty...

--Mary y yo iremos a ayudar, no se preocupe su Majestad.../Me and Mary will go help, don't worry your Majesty...--

Con paso lento y algo cansado, las Sirvientes salen de la habitación… Kaison sale con la bandeja de accesorios para el cabello, sabiendo que no será utilizada… Mary lo ayuda con la bandeja y salen tranquilamente de allí, para desaparecer detrás de la puerta.../With a slow and somewhat tired step, the Servants leave the room... Kaison leaves with the tray of hair accessories, knowing that it will not be used... Mary helps him with the tray and they leave calmly from there, to disappear behind the door...

Ahora solo quedan Madre e Hija, se miran... Umbra solo suspira, esto era repetitivo... Ya había regañado y puesto límites a Teagan, ella siempre le prestaba cero atención a todo... Estaba cansada de repetir lo mismo, ella amaba a su Hija... Pero ya estaba cansada.../Now there is only Mother and Daughter left, they look at each other... Umbra just sighs, this was repetitive... She had already scolded and set limits on Teagan, she always paid zero attention to everything... She was tired of repeating the same thing, she loved her Daughter... But was already tired...

La Reina simplemente camina hacia el peine desechado y lo recoge, luego camina hacia su hija... Teagan se da vuelta y mira el espejo con disgusto.../The Queen simply walks over to the discarded comb and picks it up, then walks over to her Daughter… Teagan turns around and looks at the mirror in disgust…

Umbra se detiene y se para detrás de la espalda de su Hija... Toma el cabello rubio cenizo y comienza a peinarlo mientras tararea.../Umbra stops and stands behind her Daughter's back... She takes the ash blonde hair and begins to comb it while humming...

Como cuando Teagan era una niña pequeña.../Like way back when Teagan was a little girl...

--¿Quién es exactamente la pintora que pidió permiso para pintarnos en un cuadro?.../Who exactly is the painter who asked permission to paint us in a painting?...--

Teagan comienza a hablar mientras mira intensamente al espejo, mientras Umbra piensa… Tratando de recordar su conversación anterior con la pintora…/Teagan begins to speak while looking at the mirror intensely, while Umbra thinks... Trying to remember her previous conversation with the painter...

--Por lo que me conto viene de la Escuela de Talentos de Zullet, una excelente pintora... Quiere un cuadro brillante para su exposición final que le dé una buena nota en su Escuela.../From what she told me, she comes from the Zullet Talent School, an excellent painter... She wants a brilliant painting for her final exhibition that will give her a good grade at her School...--

Umbra hace una pausa en su relato, mientras pone la primera cinta en el cabello de su Hija que estaba en su mismo tocador lleno de perfumes.../Umbra pauses in her story, while she puts the first ribbon in the hair of her Daughter who was on her same dresser full of perfumes...

--Bueno... Ella me rogó que fueramos sus dos modelos para su cuadro... No pude decirle que no... Es una buena chica, y es un placer ayudarla con sus calificaciones... Por cierto, casi Lo olvidé... Su nombre es Amy.../Well... She begged me to be her two models for her painting... I couldn't say no... She's a good girl, and it's a pleasure to help with her grading... By the way, I almost forgot... Her name is Amy...--

Teagan solo suspira, mientras mira la coleta que le ha hecho su Madre, tiene buena pinta… Aún falta la otra…/Teagan just sighs, while looking at the ponytail that her Mother has made for her, it looks good... The other one is still missing...

Mientras su Madre vuelve a tararear, la Princesa mira a su Madre... Desde el espejo la ve, su Madre es hermosa, belleza natural... Un regalo bendito... Ella envidia eso, mientras se ve en el espejo, la Princesa se mira con horror... ¿Por qué no es bonita como su Madre?.../While her Mother hums again, the Princess looks at her Mother... From the mirror she sees her, her Mother is beautiful, natural beauty... A blessed gift... She envies that, while she sees herself in the mirror, she Princess looks at herself with horror... Why isn't she pretty like her Mother?...

--Me veo fea.../I look ugly...--

Umbra termina de hacer la segunda coleta y deja el peine sobre la cómoda, para volver a ver a su Hija.../Umbra finishes making the second ponytail and leaves the hair comb on the dresser, to see her Daughter again...

--Cariño, no te ves fea... Eres hermosa, incluso más hermosa que nadie.../Honey, you don't look ugly... You are beautiful, even more beautiful than anyone...--

Teagan sabe que eso no es cierto, todas las Madres piensan que sus Hijos son hermosos... Es simplemente una cosa típica de las Madres.../Teagan knows that's not true, all Mothers think their Children are beautiful... It's just a typical Mother thing...

--Eres una hermosa rosa, vamos cariño... No digas que eres fea, porque no lo eres.../You are a beautiful rose, come on honey... Don't say you're ugly, because you're not...--

La más bella, si su Madre no fuera la Mujer más bella... Ella sería la Mujer más bella, si su Madre no existiera.../The most beautiful, if her Mother were not the most beautiful Woman... She would be the most beautiful Woman, if her Mother did not exist...

Teagan la ignora, mientras se levanta y se dirige hacia la puerta.../Teagan ignores, as she gets up and heads towards the door...

--Llegamos tarde.../We arrived late...--

Es lo único que Teagan dice, para salir de la habitación y desaparecer detrás de la puerta... Dejando a su Madre sola en la habitación, Umbra solo suspira tristemente... Y mira el espejo en el tocador de su Hija.../It's the only thing Teagan says, for eave the room and disappear behind the door... Leaving her Mother alone in the room, Umbra just sighs sadly... And looks at the mirror on her Daughter's dressing table...

--¿Es importante la belleza?.../Is beauty important?...--

Se vuelve a preguntar, como hace mucho tiempo... Simplemente se da vuelta y camina hacia la puerta, para dejar la habitación en paz... En completa soledad.../She asks herself again, like a long time ago... She just turns around and walks towards the door, to leave the room alone... In complete solitude...

En completa soledad.../In complete solitude...

En completo silencio.../In complete silence...

Mientras ramas llenas de oscuras espinas comienzan a crecer en la habitación, la habitación se llena de oscuridad... Y el espejo sobre el tocador transmite un aura oscura... Una risa se escapa del Espejo, mientras no muestra un reflejo, sólo niebla.../While branches full of dark thorns begin to grow in the room, the room is filled with darkness... And the mirror on the dressing table transmits a dark aura... A laugh escapes from the Mirror, while it does not show a reflection, only fog...

Una creación para la oscura ambición de una Princesa.../A creation for the dark ambition of a Princess...

Creada por Su Alteza Teagan, sólo por su envidia, por su avaricia.../Created by Her Highness Teagan, only for her envy, for her greed...

"Dime Espejito, Espejito, ¿quién es la más bella del Reino?..." El Espejo recuerda la pregunta que siempre le hace la Princesa, la cual solo tiene una respuesta.../"Tell me Mirror, Mirror, who is the most beautiful in the Kingdom?..." The Mirror remembers the question that the Princess always asks him, which only has one answer...

Una respuesta que se repite... El espejo lo disfruta, como hace un tiempo cuando fue convocado por la Reina anterior con un hechizo negro.../A response that repeats itself... The mirror enjoys it, like some time ago when it was summoned by the previous Queen with a black spell...

~Su Belleza es muy admirable, Alteza, pero hay alguien en particular que es más hermosa, brilla como una estrella, es como la nieve... Un paraíso.../Your Beauty is very admirable, Your Highness, but there is someone in particular who is more beautiful, she shines like a star, she is like snow... A paradise...~

El espejo repite, conteniendo la risa... Incluso recordando la mirada de la Princesa, "¡¿Quién es?!...".../The mirror repeats, holding back the laughter... Even remembering the Princess's look, "Who is it?!..."...

~Su Alteza Madre, Reina Umbra... Umbra Benaroch.../Your Mother Highness, Queen Umbra... Umbra Benaroch...~

La mirada que le dio la Princesa Teagan en esa ocasión es la misma que la Reina de Corazones en el pasado... La Mujer se volvió loca al saber que su Hija era más hermosa que ella... Jaja... Fue gracioso.../The look Princess Teagan gave her that time is the same as the Queen of Hearts in the past... The Woman went crazy knowing that her Daughter was more beautiful than her... Haha... It was funny...

Recuerda el espejo, mientras ríe y la habitación termina en completa oscuridad.../Remember the mirror, as it laughs and the room ends in complete darkness...

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****Espejo/Mirror****

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G: No tengo idea de lo que hice pero tenía que escribirlo... 😦/I have no idea what I did but I had to write it... 😦

Dato curioso, si lees esto al final, Arma tiene un espejo igual al creado por Teagan... 👀/Fun fact, if you read this at the end, Arma has a Mirror just like the one created by Teagan... 👀

Jiji.../Hihi...

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Umbra: Es mía... {It's mine...}

Olivia, Amy, Kaison, Mary y Teagan {Brittany} son de {Olivia, Amy, Kaison, Mary and Teagan {Brittany} are from}: @askkassandragf-v-2

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