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m00nsbaby · 10 months

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The invisible barrier.

(Jake Lockley x F!Reader)

Tags - Warnings: Jake doesn’t know about Marc or Steven. Angst, smut, fluff, everything. Most of Jake’s dialogues are in Spanish, most of reader’s are in English except in November - December. Word count: 4,9 k. (Lol, sorry) Summary: A whole year trying to understand Jake Lockley. (Literally)

January.

"¡Hola!" (Hello.) The sudden voice next to you made you jump as you made the most important and complicated decision of the week.

Would you choose pretzels with dark or white chocolate?

Reluctantly, you turned to your side to see a man standing just a few inches away from you. On another occasion, you would have probably jumped back or fled to another aisle in the supermarket, but the apologetic smile on his lips and the puppy-like look in his eyes told you that he didn't want to be in this situation either.

"Perdón, ¿Podrías decirme qué dice aquí?” (Sorry. Could you tell me what it says here?) The words came out quickly from his mouth and you furrowed your brow in confusion. Your fleeting and ridiculous Spanish classes had never been of much use, even less now that you had the opportunity to help an attractive man.

"I don't... Huh." You cleared your throat, searching for a way to say, 'Maybe I can't help you, but I'll move heaven and earth to try.' Dramatic? Yes, of course, but what more could be expected from a hopeless romantic? Many love stories began like this in your mind; this was a scenario you had imagined at least twice before falling asleep. "No hablo español." (I don’t speak Spanish.)

The man blinked a couple of times, as if realizing that he had gathered courage for about 15 minutes only to lose his dignity like this.

"Oh." He cleared his throat, nodding afterward. "Thanks," he said shyly, as if trying to hide his accent.

"No, no, let me help you. What do you need?" You turned the bag of Cheetos he was holding in his hands so you could see the list of ingredients on the back as he was asking. Both of you were guessing what you were saying. Your gaze scanned the list, nodding your head when you detected the problem. Everything was written in English.

Sure, your aisle companion had an extra problem on top of that. The letters were too small for his poor eyesight, and he would rather ask for help from strangers than give up on the idea of using glasses.

"Give me a second." Your fingers quickly handled your phone as you took the bag from his hands.

You took a photo and the app took care of the work for you, translating every word on the red packaging you held. You didn't hesitate to take a step forward and extend your hand far enough for your phone to be at the stranger's ear level, who didn't question your methods for a moment.

He just stood still, listening.

"¿Colorante rojo número 6?” (Red dye number 6?) He questioned when the voice function finished. And you quickly scanned the phone screen, trying to find the part on the list that seemed closest to what he had just said.

Well, seis = 6, that one was easy.

"Yes, 6." You saw him smile and take the bag back from your hands to shake it in a celebratory manner. "Why?"

"Huh?"

"Why 6?" He guessed based on how you tilted your head to one side what you were asking.

"Soy alérgico al número 4, o al menos eso creo.” (I'm allergic to the number 4. Or at least, I think I am.) He pointed to his throat. "Siento comezón en la garganta cuando como cosas que lo tienen.” (My throat itches when I eat things that have it.")

Did you understand anything he said? No, nothing beyond the number 4. So, you smiled and nodded, eliciting a warm laugh from him.

He was cute.

"Gracias." (Thank you.) It seemed like he understood the basics, just like you. It was better to use his words than to deal with the pronunciation of the "t" and "h" together.

"It's okay." You shrugged while continuing to smile in a friendly manner. It wasn't because the stranger was incredibly attractive; you always behaved this way with people, or at least you tried to. "Enjoy your Cheetos."

Another giggle. "Cheetos," he repeated, imitating the way you pronounced the brand's name.

You rolled your eyes playfully and went back to the pretzels without saying anything else.

Well, there went the potential love of your life. Both of you were too shy to engage in casual conversation. You were aware that pretending to have the confidence to do so would be a lie.

Silently, you paid for your pretzels covered in white chocolate, looking around in case the guy was still nearby. After a few seconds, you gave up. Well, it was nothing out of the ordinary, even with one more chance, you wouldn't have approached him. More than 20 dollars for a bag of chocolate covered pretzels? That must be a crime, the first time you bought one . . .

"Hola de nuevo.” (Hi again.) The leather of his jacket brushed against your skin as you bumped into him. He was in the exact same position as you, one hand holding his Cheetos, the other clutching the receipt he was trying to read with squinted eyes.

You almost had a heart attack.

"Hi." You smiled, your cheeks betraying you as they turned rosy just from being around him like this. You had to take a step back after the clumsy little push you gave him.

"¿Tienes cómo regresar a tu casa?” (Do you have a way to get home?) You frowned at the question. This only confirmed that your crazy fantasy wasn't going to work out; there was a huge barrier between you.

He could see the confusion on your face so he pointed outside. It was raining heavily.

"Oh." You had been so engrossed in your pursuit of him that you hadn't thought about that. It wasn't a terrible problem, though; you could just wait until it calmed down.

You could spend another $20 on an umbrella in the worst case. Or call a car to take you the 10-minute walk to your house.

"I'll just wait." You had to remind yourself not to get too deep into your words.

"Yo te llevo.” (I'll give you a ride.) He quickly said. "A ride." The way the 'r' rolled off his mouth was enough to make you dizzy.

"Are you sure?" This couldn't be happening. This genuinely couldn't be happening.

"Of course, I'm sure," he repeated, smiling. This couldn't be happening.

It couldn't.

That night, you ran together to his car in the rain, laughing. He opened the door for you, even though it meant a few extra minutes of water poured on him.

You gave him directions through your phone, and you learned how to say "cuadras" (blocks) to guide someone next time, and he kept telling you something you didn't understand, but he noticed you were just nodding for him to keep talking.

He said goodbye with a kiss on your cheek. He used a word similar to "custom" to justify it, ‘costumbre’ maybe.

Oh, and you exchanged numbers. It turned out the stranger, Jake Lockley, worked as a taxi driver most nights. You understood that because the words "taxi" and "noche" were in your mental dictionary.

February.

Your first date was a disaster.

You never considered that to spend the day together, you had to exchange more than 5 words, and Jake stained your beautiful pink sundress with an ice cream that didn't even taste that good.

Oh, at some point, you tripped too. You were so focused on trying to understand one of the anecdotes he was telling you that you ended up on the ground with a scraped knee.

That wasn't so bad, though. I mean, you had Jake on one knee, checking yours. He even had you step on his thigh so he could clean you up with his ice cream-covered napkin.

When the day came to an end, he took you home. You noticed he had memorized your address, making it easier for both of you. You hummed a song together to cover the silence of two people who had to resort to other means of communication than talking.

"I had fun." Lie, this hadn't been anything like you imagined a first date, not after reading books or watching movies.

He nodded silently as he got out of the car to open the door for you.

And even though the date was a complete disaster, Jake kissed you.

He kissed you against the closed door of your apartment, holding you by the waist as if you intended to escape from his arms, begging you silently not to separate from him.

"¿Repetimos la próxima semana?” (Second date next week?)

March.

Text messages flowed throughout the weeks. Depending on the day, one or the other used the translator to send messages that the other could understand.

Sometimes they were just silly pictures, mostly of cats. You found a silly liking for sending him videos and photos of different animals in romantic situations, hugging each other and such, with only the description 'us.'

Jake responded ‘nosotros’ with different emojis depending on the day. He liked the white heart.

His car became familiar to you, as well as the late-night drives with music. You wondered if Jake had started neglecting his work to spend more time with you, and although it sounded selfish, you didn't care much.

You enjoyed his company.

April.

Your fingers played with his curls while both of you rested comfortably on your bed, you on the pillows, Jake on your abdomen.

He was surprisingly interested in one of the old books you hadn't touched in a long time.

"Jake?" He immediately put the book down to look at you. "Can you help me with a word?"

"¿Ahora?" (Now?) he asked.

"Right now."

"¿Cuál palabra?" (Which word?) He closed his eyes as your fingers continued to enjoy playing with his hair. It was so soft that the gentle caresses you gave were enough to mess it up.

"Boyfriend."

"Novio." You stretched your free hand with difficulty. He opened his eyes again, looking at you with interest as you struggled in the least attractive way to open one of your drawers with one hand. Something cracked in it.

You put the bag of Cheetos on his chest, clearing your throat afterwards.

"¿Quieres ser mi novio?” (Do you want to be my boyfriend?)

May.

"Jake?"

The car hadn't started yet when he turned to look at you, raising his eyebrows as if to ask what was wrong. You stretched enough to touch his knuckles, which were marked with a purple tone and scraped.

Your gaze went to him. It was as if both of you knew how to communicate through looks.

"No sé qué me pasó. Mi teoría es que golpee algo mientras dormía.” (I don't know what happened. My theory is that I hit something while asleep.) He frowned as he extended his fingers to get a better view of them. It looked like he had beaten up someone, and he couldn't deny that it hurt, especially when he gripped the steering wheel of the car.

"Are you still having those strange dreams?"

"Weird dreams," Jake whispered to himself as a way to remember your words. "Sí, sueños raros.” (Yes, weird dreams.)

You pursed your lips without saying more as you brushed his knuckles with your thumb, as gently as you could.

"Let's go." You finally gave in, returning to your seat with an unconvincing gesture.

June.

"I don't understand football." You said as you walked hand in hand, leaning some of your weight against his body.

Technically, neither of you were drunk; you were just flushed from the heat of the alcohol, giggly and a little tipsy. Jake had mentioned how funny it would be to go to one of those bars where they show football games for fans, even though neither of you were fans. Choosing a team randomly to support, drinking things with strange names, and maybe sharing spicy wings sounded like a good plan.

That was your Friday night.

"Tampoco yo.” (Neither do I.) Jake was doing his best not to laugh. He failed miserably.

When you reached his car, you leaned your body against it, and your hands ended up on your boyfriend's shirt. He immediately knew what you wanted, bringing both hands to your waist and leaning forward, closer.

"Is it hot here, or was it the 4 margaritas we drank?" You whispered while trying to contain your smile.

"Debe ser ese vestido.” (It must be that dress.) His lips brushed against yours. The sudden change in his voice made you shiver, so husky. “O por lo menos es lo que me está poniendo caliente a mi.” (At least I know that's what's making me hot.) It was the last thing he said before kissing you as if his life depended on it.

You moaned into his mouth, pressed between his body and the car. The kiss was wet as his mischievous hands slid under your dress, squeezing your ass firmly enough for it to hurt. Not in a bad way. "Jake." You complained as you looked around to make sure no one was walking by to see you.

"Date la vuelta.” (Turn around.) Apparently, your Spanish only worked in moments of convenience because you obeyed immediately. You turned your body with difficulty, mainly because he refused to let go of you. You felt his erection against you as soon as your cheek collided with the cold metal of the car. He was rubbing against your ass while biting your neck to his liking, sucking and licking your skin until he marked it. "Fuck, Jake." You whispered with your eyes closed. You could have cum right there with just his kisses and soft touches. Fortunately, he was more considerate because one of the hands that rested on your waist little by little went between your legs, your dress was already raised enough to only have to worry about your panties, he brushed his fingers over your abdomen before sliding his middle finger between your lips. First he wetted it well before moving up to your clit. His touch made you tremble and hiss. "¿Un par de besos te tienen así, corazón?” (A couple of kisses have you like this, sweetheart?) You could hear the smirk on his lips as his finger traced circles against your most sensitive area. "Imagínate como será cuando esté dentro de ti.” (Imagine how it will be like when I'm inside you.) A shameless moan escaped from you. "Eso quieres, ¿No?” (You want that, don't you?) He kept talking in your ear while he distributed one or two kisses between your neck and your shoulder. “Sentirme duro. Profundo.” (To feel me hard. Deep.) He simulated thrusts between each word, his hip pushing yours harder against the car and against his hand that kept playing with your pussy to make you whimper. You nodded without opening your eyes. "Con palabras." (Use your words.) He said clicking his tongue.

"Yes please." You begged desperately while trying to get air through your mouth. "Buena niña.” (Good girl.) You swallowed the complaint of feeling him take his hand out of your panties, just because you immediately heard how he started to unbutton his jeans. "Escupe.” (Spit.) You could feel his girth between your legs, letting you know that there were no more clothes involved. You took a few seconds to be able to clean the fingers that were inside you before with your tongue, making Jake groan just by imagining what you would do with your mouth in another situation. When you were satisfied you spat into the palm of his hand as requested. He wrapped his hand around his cock, and covered it with your saliva. He used the same hand to accommodate it between your lips. A sigh of relief left your mouth when you finally felt it inside you. A muffled whimper accompanied the way your muscles suddenly relaxed, as if that was what you needed. "Mierda, amor." (Shit, love.) As Jake's forehead rested against your shoulder, he muttered under his breath. "Voy a terminar rápido si sigues apretándome así.” (I'm going to finish fast if you keep squeezing me like this.) His voice made you dizzy, you mentally thanked all those days you spent understanding each other because his words could have been enough to push you to the limit. It didn't take long for both of you to pick up a delicious rhythm. When he pushed his hip forward, you pushed back to make him go deeper. When he was pulling back, you were pulling forward almost taking his member all the way out to prepare for his next thrust. You were so close you had to bite the hand he put to your mouth to keep from screaming. "¿Vas a terminar para mi, mi vida?” (Are you going to finish for me, my life?) He whimpered. Oh god, he fucking whimpered. He had a desperate tone to his voice, almost like he was comforting you. "Déjame sentirlo, por favor, por favor.” (Let me feel it, please, please.) This time it was he who was begging. Your saliva had started running against Jake's hand. You were seeing stars from squeezing your eyes shut, and how close you were wasn't helping at all. The spasms had started around him, and without warning, the inevitable happened. He finished inside of you. His cum being pushed deeper inside you with each thrust he took to finish his orgasm was enough for you to reach yours. "Amor, carajo.” (Love, damn it.) His voice cracked at the sensitivity combining with your walls squeezing him every few seconds. You were milking him. "Te amo.” (I love you.) He whispered as his breath interrupted each of his words. That was the first time he said it.

July.

The only thing that relaxed you was that this 360° turn apparently had nothing to do with you.

Jake was someone else.

His flirty and playful personality was just a memory to you. Under his eyes, there were huge dark circles since his dreams had become crazier and more frequent.

There were unexplained wounds on his body, according to him. Or sometimes there were none, but he felt the pain throughout his body, as if a truck had run over him, he said.

He became silent, as if he felt he was talking too much when he started to let out words about what was happening. He still hugged and kissed you, still spent afternoons with you and continued to respond “nosotros" to your silly animal photos.

But something wasn't right. There was something so... strange.

You did what you could to work on it, to let it pass.

Even if it cost you the trust in your relationship.

August.

Your hands trembled as you dialed his number for the tenth time that night. Maybe you were being dramatic, but Jake always made sure to let you know when he had returned home.

The sudden change that had occurred in him over the past 3 months didn't help at all. You wouldn't last a lifetime without wondering why his body kept producing wounds he claimed not to remember, or about those days of complete dissociation on his part, when he swore you were playing with him when you told him it was Saturday and not Wednesday.

"I just want to know you're okay." You whispered with a broken voice to the voicemail. "Please, just tell me you're okay."

There was no response that night. You couldn't sleep either.

The next day, when he showed up at your doorstep with the dark circles you had learned to get used to over the days, your body's first reaction was to push him with all your strength. It was only enough to make him stagger.

"You're an idiot." You spat the words, your eyes flooded with tears.

"Me quedé dormido anoche, perdón.” (I fell asleep, I'm sorry.) He didn't even seem to believe the words coming out of his mouth, but how could he explain to you what was happening in his life if he didn't even know what the hell was going on?

"How much longer do you plan on lying to me?" You didn't care that people passing by on the street saw you both as crazy. You in your pajamas, him leaning against the car as a method of protection.

"No te estoy mintiendo." (I’m not lying to you.) He raised his voice a little, letting out a lot of the feelings he had been suppressing for a while.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" The worst part was that you also had things bottled up inside you, the worry for him being the thing that choked you every day, squeezing tighter and tighter.

"Creo que no quieres entenderme.” (I think you don't want to understand me.) He was angry. You had never heard him like this, especially not directed at you. "Creo que ni siquiera estás intentando.” (I think you're not even trying.)

Damn the day you started to understand his words.

"I'm not understanding you, Jake?" You had already broken into tears. Your finger collided against his chest in an accusatory manner while he seemed unaffected, even though inside he was falling apart.

It was too much for him. Everything was too much.

"I've been trying for months to ignore what you're hiding from me." It was so difficult to argue in this way that frustration was suffocating you.

"¡No te estoy ocultando una mierda!” (I'm not hiding shit from you!) You snapped.

With fear.

Mid-sentence, Jake had reached out a hand to push you. Not with much force, just enough to separate you from his chest.

In seconds, he became aware of what he had done. If the car wasn't behind him, he would have moved even further away from you. He was overwhelmed by fear too.

He was losing himself as he had suspected.

"Me tengo que ir.” (I have to go.)

"Jake Lockley, if you leave, I don't want you to come back." Tired of seeing him run away from the problems, you resorted to the last card you would have liked to play.

You were foolish to think he would risk hurting you again. The last thing you heard was the sound of the engine accelerating to get away from you as fast as possible.

September.

The first part of September is blurry. You did your best to survive without him, but the days passed so quickly that you began to question if you were alive or just living in a bad dream that had lasted longer than necessary.

It was as if Jake was dead to you, without any sign, without any notice, nothing.

He simply disappeared.

The clear countdown of the days begins on the 13th, when your phone lit up to notify you that he wasn't doing much better than you.

✉: ¿Podemos hablar? (Can we talk?)

✉: Estoy perdido. (I'm lost.)

It hurt not having him, but it hurt more to see Jake's well-being. Not knowing how he was, where he was, what he was doing after that tragic day tormented you.

You replied, and the most important relationship in your life turned into a series of midnight calls where you tried to understand what your ex-boyfriend was mumbling from the solitude of his car.

You had friendships that had started in stranger ways than this, you could endure this.

Make it work.

October.

"Trick or treat." Mentally, he slapped himself for how ridiculous his way of reappearing was.

A half-smile appeared on your lips as you opened the door and came face to face with an embarrassed Jake, wearing your favorite leather jacket and both hands in his pockets as if he was waiting to be scolded by you.

"I doubt any of these things don't have artificial coloring number 4." That was your only response as you leaned your body against the door frame. With one hand, you held the huge container of candies that came out of hiding every Halloween.

"Estaba por aquí.” (I was around here.) Jake pointed back, the path that led to the supermarket, or at least that's what you assumed. He had a very lame excuse to see you, but that worked for you. The interest was enough. "Y pensé en venir a saludar.” (And I thought of coming. To say hi.)

"I'm watching Friday The 13th." You looked behind him. Children approached with shyness, seeking candy. "Come in, let me finish with the candies."

Your smile was so genuine that Jake's heart skipped a beat. How had he lasted so long without you? Those lost 3 months would always be present in the multiple mistakes he made.

That night, you kissed until it hurt. Until your lips hurt from bites, until the skin of his neck burned from love bites, until his fingers became imprinted on your waist. "I love you." You said between moans as the movie gave you an almost unreal vision of who the love of your life was. Flashes in white, in red, even in black showing you how beautiful he was from any angle or lighting. He made your sofa creak as he raised his hip toward you, thrusting into you even deeper if that was possible. "I love you, Jake." You repeated with a broken voice while your little jumps gained more strength. Your body was already exhausted, your legs were shaking and your hair stuck to your forehead and neck from sweat but emotionally you refused to get away from him. "Te amo. Te amo. Te amo.” (I love you. I love you. I love you.) His whispers mixed with his panting. You both seemed to be on the verge of tears. "Don't go away again." Your fingers tightened on his chest, scratching at his skin as you had done many times before. "Don't ever leave me again, Jake." The way you said his name burned in his heart. He brought a hand to one of yours to squeeze them on his chest, making you feel his agitated heartbeat. There was no need to say more, not while your kisses, movements and moans spoke for themselves. That night, as you rested on his chest after an orgasm that made you both shake from head to toe, he promised you never to leave. "Mi vida.” (My life.) He repeated as his fingers untangled your hair and your weight on him increased as you drifted off to sleep. "Mi cielo. Mi corazón.” (My darling. My heart.) He whispered in your ear. "Mi todo." (My everything.)

November.

Everything with Jake was stupidly easy.

Laughing, singing, existing.

As easy as in the romantic comedies you used to love watching before you met him. And it's not that you had forgotten about those because of him, but now you enjoyed watching action movies, those that allow you to get distracted without losing track of the plot.

You didn't press him to talk about what happened in those months, knowing that there were still a thousand secrets between you because you still saw strange bruises on his body, marks on his knuckles, or felt him getting up in the early hours of the morning when he stayed over with you.

"Leave me alone!" You ran down the hallway, laughing with him trailing behind. Probably restraining himself because it would be impossible for him not to catch you with his eyes closed.

He wrapped an arm around you to press you against his chest and used the other to prevent both of you from crashing into the wall. He was laughing too.

"Do you give up?" He squeezed you tighter with his arm.

"Never! Let me go!"

The laughter almost made it difficult for you to speak.

"Come back to me, and I'll let you go."

The seconds of silence churned his stomach.

"What?"

"I mean..." He cleared his throat. "Officially. Would you be my girlfriend? Please?"

It almost seemed like he was begging you.

You reassured his fears with a kiss.

December.

"I don't understand how you can eat these things." You took a deep breath through your mouth, sticking out your tongue, already reddened by the red dye number 6, to seek some relief from the burning sensation.

Jake was setting down a fifth box from his arms. He sighed, tired.

"No puedo creer que no me estés ayudando.” (I can't believe you're not helping me.) He approached you to steal one of the Cheetos from your bag while you licked your fingers. "Te dije que uses palillos chinos, así evitas el polvo.” (I told you to use chopsticks, that way you avoid getting your fingers dusty.)

"The dust is the best part." You popped your thumb out of your mouth.

"Disgusting." He feigned a look of disgust as he settled between your legs, resting a hand on your thigh and giving it a squeeze.

"You didn't say that when..."

"¡Dios mío!" (My God!) He gasped, biting his lower lip to suppress his laughter. He leaned forward, stealing a chaste kiss from you. "Compórtate.” (Behave.)

"Are there many more boxes left? I didn't think you had so much stuff in your apartment." You pushed the box aside as you leaned forward to prolong your kisses.

"This is my apartment." He whispered with a smile against your lips.

"Touché." Your fingers slowly roamed his shirt collar before pulling him closer with a tug on the fabric. "What if you take a break?"

Jake's hands were already on his pants, figuring out how to unbutton his jeans without separating from your body.

"I'm never going to stop unpacking." He complained as his lips began to descend towards your neck.

Ok now that I have written happy endings for the three of them I’m sick of them, lol, I’ll try to get angst-ier with these thingies

#jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #marc spector x you #marc spector x reader #marc spector #Steven Grant #steven grant x you #steven grant x reader #moon knight x reader #Moon Knight #moon knight x you #marvel #Oscar Isaac #oscar isaac x reader #oscar isaac x you

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luceracastro · 2 months

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Teacher's Pet

Part 2

Professor!Esteban Kukurickza x Reader

Summary: After a few months of starting your literature course you seem to find it harder with time to ignore your professor, little did you know you were driving him crazy as well.

Warnings: Not much in this part (Don't worry we'll get there soon ;)

Masterlist

you looked at the big A on your paper which was written with a red ink marker, you smiled to yourself proud of your grade, you looked over to Adelia who you helped out with the assignment and she smiled from ear to ear showing you the bright red A on her paper mouthing a thank you

you nodded smiling and looked to the front of the class, the lecture had started and Esteban couldn't keep his eyes off you, to try and cover it up he sometimes looks around the class or paces back and forth as he speaks but sometimes both of your eyes meet and you offer him a kind smile

Such a sweet girl, he thought "Senorita T/n, que pensaste de la lectura de hoy?" he asked and you tilted your head "Era bien interesante, yo se que va ayudar con los trabajos que nos diste" you said and he nodded "Yo se que siempre puedo confiar en ti" he said and you nodded "Si, siempre" the room all of a sudden felt a little hot

"Bueno que tenga un buen dia" you said and he nodded before you walked out letting a breath you didn't even know you were holding out. walking into the coffee shop you walked into the lunchroom putting your stuff away in your locker and moving to get your apron.

your job was to work as the cashier, sometimes to help prepare the drinks and serve baked goods or clean up , you did a little bit of everything, your boss said he trusted you the most considering how good you are with the customers. He's seen you work around the shop multitasking and getting almost everything done on your own.

"Entonces aqui trabajas?" you looked up and saw your Professor, you were surprised really, he's never been here before and you'd worked here for two years now "Hola Profe, Esteban" You were quick to correct yourself "Hola linda" he greeted you back and you smiled

"Que te puedo agarrar?" you asked and he looked up at the menu "Un cafe grande, negro por favor y eso nomas" he pulled out his wallet and you gave him his total and he paid and you moved to serve him his coffee

"aqui esta" you handed him his coffee with a sweet smile on your lips "Gracias querida" he smiled and you nodded "Que tenga buen dia" you said "Usted tambien linda, cuídate" he said and you nodded the same warm feeling returning to your belly.

"Y ese quien es?" your boss was standing behind you making you jump at the sound of his voice "Nomas un Maestro que conozco," you said moving to wipe down the counter and he nodded "Bueno iba preguntar si podrías cerrar, Melissa llamó que esta enferma y te prometo que te pagarán horas extras" your boss said and you really had nothing else to do and didn't mind more pay.

"Esta bien, lo hago no te preocupes" he smiled a sigh escaping his lips "Vos es un Angel linda muchas gracias" you nodded smiling at him before returning to work.

the whole day you were on your feet helping customers, cleaning the shop, and doing other things. "Adios T/n, buenas noches" Nereyda a coworker of yours had left the shop after offering to help pick up a bit "Adios, con cuidado," you said back sweeping the floor, after you had finished cleaning you got your belongings from your locker, and locked up the shop

you wrapped your jacket tighter around yourself since Spain's weather was unforgivable with the harsh cold wind at night, a honk made you jump a little before turning to see the car responsible for the sound, it drove a bit past you before stopping right beside you the window rolling down

"Apenas vas saliendo?" it was Esteban, you were honestly starting to think he might've been following you or something but then you remember he might've just been around yet you would've kinda found the whole following you around thing flattering

you nodded "Si, tenia que cerrar," you said "Y nadie puede venir por ti?" he asked almost with disbelief in his voice and you shook your head "Si no te molestaria pudiera llevarte a casa" he said and you froze with a stir in your belly, was he really offering you a ride home?

you honestly didn't think this was too appropriate either but then you remember you both are responsible adults and a simple ride home is innocent really "La verdad no te quiero molestar, esta bien" you tried to kindly decline but he shook his head

"La verdad linda, no es ninguna molestia" he said and you sighed, he didn't seem to give up or mind so you nodded "Bueno, si te lo agradeceria," you said and he nodded getting out the car to open the passenger side for you

You thanked him before getting in the car and he dismissed it as no problem, the warm smile on his face made you feel at ease. the drive had just started and you felt like you could fall asleep right then and there, the car was warm and the seats were comfortable for someone who had been on their feet all day

he had asked you your address before taking off so if you wanted to you could fall asleep but then you reminded yourself that this was your Professors car and you didn't want the awkwardness of that certain situation "Te ves cansada querida" he mentioned looking over at you and you turned you head to look at him with a small sleepy smile

"La verdad si, estuve trabajando toda esta semana sin parar" you said letting out a yawn covering your mouth and he thought it was just the cutest damn thing "Bueno si quieres te puedes dormir y podría despertarte" he offered and you thought about it

"Bueno si no es ningún problema" you started and he shook his head "No lo es querida, duerme," he urged you and you nodded slightly tilting your head to the side and the tiredness took over in seconds.

Esteban had looked over at you, he swore you looked like an angel and he couldn't help but smile, then the thought of how wrong it was plagued his mind, it was weird and not accepted to look at his own student in that way

yet he couldn't help but to keep stealing glances at you as you slept peacefully, he could tell you had a rough day. he stopped right in front of your apartment building and turned to face you as you slept

he really didn't want to wake you but he had too, better for you to be in a bed than a stiff car seat he thought "linda, linda estamos aqui" he whispered to not startle you and your eyes fluttered open

you then looked around realizing you guys made it to your place, you put on a small smile "Perdon" you chuckled a little rubbing your eyes "No no tranquila nena" you looked out the window "Bueno, gracias por el aventón, de verdad te lo agradezco" you said and he nodded "De nada linda," you smiled at him one last time "Que tenga buen noche" you said before opening the door "Usted tambien querida, descansa"

getting out the car you had carefully closed the door walking up to the entrance of your building, turning you saw him still there and you waved goodbye which he did in return, he didn't leave until you were inside then he drove off

once you unlocked your door and entered your apartment you sighed dropping everything to the floor, your whole body was in pain and the headache you had from the lack of sleep and food was unbearable

you didn't have the energy to eat no matter how hungry you were so you just went to your room and kicked your shoes off plopping down on your bed, as soon as your head hit the pillow you were out like a light.

the next morning you were in the worst pain, but you managed with a bowl of cereal, water, and some Ibuprofen

you had taken the bus to get to school, you lent a kind smile to Esteban as he returned the gesture, sitting in your usual seat with the class still semi empty you sighed taking out the materials you knew were needed for the lecture and class in general

he came to stand in front of you, he looked down at you and in that moment you realized just how tall he actually was "Profe" you said you both weren't alone, in the back there were a couple students who were distracted with one another but still better to be safe about it.

"Senorita, como estas? bien?" he asked and you nodded "Si, gracias por preguntar" you said and he nodded "Si, y dormiste bien?" he asked and you could sense the worry and care in his voice which made you warm inside, "Trate" you chuckled and he gave you a look "Tienes que descansar" he said and you nodded "Entiendo pero tampoco puedo dejar de ir a trabajar or faltar clase" you said and he nodded

"Mira si un dia no te sientes bien o nesecitas descansar dime y yo te mando la lectura y hasta te puedo ayudar despues de los clases," he offered and you were a bit surprised about it "De verdad?" you asked a brow raised and he nodded chuckling a little "Claro que si linda, yo haria lo que sea para mi alumna favorita" he winked at you making your stomach erupt in butterflies and you nodded a smile on your lips "Gracias profe" you chuckled a little

"bueno queirda, aye vienen los de mas, pero tenga en cuenta eh" he gave you a pointed look and you nodded "Si claro, gracias otra vez" he nodded and walked to the front of the class

did he just wink at you? did he give you a free pass most of the others don't get?

A/n: Hope ya'll are enjoying I promise it will get more and more interesting just don't wanna rush the relationship or anything so please bare with me babes! anyways comments, reblogs, and likes are greatly appreciated but no need if you do not want to just as long as you guys enjoy this for yourselves and read something that satisfies ya'll <33333 also if you'd like to be tagged let me know!

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tightjeansjavi · 2 months

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Jeany! Congrats on one year, baby!

What can I bring to the sleepover? I have punch and pie at the ready.

You know I’m a Frankie girl thru and thru… but what if he was… drunk and handsy (in the best way possible) and maybe we’re not an item yet… but he’s hella interested and the alcohol makes him brave…

Love a little friends to lovers…

Beefro👌🥩💜

BEEFRO!! my darling, mi vida, thank you for sending this in! I hope it’s okay that we didn’t get smutty with it, and the reader was the one who was a lil drunk 🥺

mi vida

~word count: 2.0k~

Summary: Frankie Morales is your best friend and the love of your life.

Pairing | best friend!frankie morales x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, no age gap, language, mentions of drinking and smoking, right person wrong time, best friend!frankie, assumed unrequited love, frankie and the reader are bi, Santi, Will, and Benny exist in this universe but fuck Tom. Me and my homies hate a motherfucker named Tom, happy ending, reader can understand and speak Spanish, reader has no physical descriptions, +18 minors dni!

Translations:

mi vida- my life

querida- darling

hermano- brother

nada de eso- none of that

estoy en camino- I’m on my way

no te vayas de ahí- don’t move

voy a intentarlo- I’m going to try

vamos a salir de aquí- let’s get out of here

The bass in the nightclub is booming, pulsing in your ears and rattling your brain in your skull. Your vodka lemonade has practically watered down to nothing—great. To make matters even worse, your favorite pair of metallic heels keep sticking to the floor—gross. There’s too many people packed in this club, too many bodies, and you realize then that this was a terrible idea.

It all started with your stupid boyfriend—ex-boyfriend. He broke up with you over the phone, babbling pathetically about how he met someone else and how sorry he was. Bullshit. You sucked in your tears, and the remaining threads of your dignity and packed his shit up into a cardboard box and tossed it right down the garbage shoot.

Fuck him.

You weren’t even the least bit sad, no—you were furious. You should have known that he was a tool, just another asshole hiding under a ‘nice guy’ persona.

Did I even really love him? You questioned yourself in the mirror while applying a glitter shadow to your eyelids.

You did, but he’s not— You gripped the edge of the sink, staring at your reflection and the smudge mascara streaks under your eyes.

Frankie is too good for me. He deserves better.

Francisco—Catfish, Morales had been your best friend, your ride or die—your Clyde to your Bonnie, since you were kids.

You grew up on the same block and you remember the first day you met Frankie like it was just yesterday.

His mom sent him over to your house, with fresh tamales in a well loved container held between two clammy palms.

“Hey, I’m Frankie. Welcome to the neighborhood.” He said with a small, boyish grin.

He had the warmest brown eyes you had ever seen, and soon enough your diary was no longer doodles of unicorns, butterflies, princesses and dragons, it was Frankie Morales, and those brown eyes of his.

You walked to school together everyday and soon your duo turned into a little group consisting of three other kids that had become like brothers to Frankie and you.

There was Benny, Will, and Santi; the five of you shared your own stomping ground: the neighborhood playground. And as you grew older…your feelings towards your friends shifted.

You had a minor crush on Santi who found out through Benny and that’s how you ended up going to the movies together one weekend. Santi was a total gentleman, and while you were attracted to him, the butterflies weren’t there. The spark that you dreamed about feeling—was nonexistent. And when he kissed you, your foot didn’t pop up like it did in the Princess Diaries!

Get a room! You’d recognize that voice from anywhere—Frankie.

And low and behold, Frankie, Benny, and Will were all sitting a few seats behind you and Santi who wasted no time to grab a handful of popcorn and toss it at the three of them.

You and Santi decided afterwards that you were better off as friends. Will took you out to dinner once, and the two of you also quickly realized that you were better off as friends.

Benny ended up being your date to the junior prom. It was hard to not be attracted to a guy like Benny. He was smart, funny, and a total goober. He couldn’t dance for shit, but you had fun, and it was definitely going to be a night for the books.

Maybe you and Benny would have ended up together if you hadn’t slow-danced under a shimmering disco ball with Frankie after Benny took a break from dancing. Maybe your heart strings wouldn’t have tugged you in the direction of your best friend, and those big brown eyes of his.

“Are you going home with him, mi vida?” His words whispered against the shell of your ear while one hand rested along your lower back, and the other around your waist.

“Probably” You whispered softly.

You tried to pretend that you didn’t see the way his face fell, and his lips curve into a set frown.

“Good. He’ll take care of you. You deserve to have fun, querida.”

And when the song ended, and Benny returned, you watched your best friend walk away, his arm wrapped around Santi’s shoulders.

It was half-past 5 in the morning when you told Benny about your feelings for Frankie. You were tangled up in his sheets, passing a cigarette back and forth. Benny wasn’t even surprised, he just had this knowing grin on his face.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. We all know how you feel about catfish. It ain’t a secret.” He winked at you reassuringly.

On graduation night you had built up enough courage to finally tell Frankie how you felt, and after downing a few glasses of champagne for some extra liquid courage, you were ready—until you saw Frankie leaned in close to another girl in your grade, and your heart sank to the very pits of your stomach.

You told Santi how you felt about Frankie later that night while sharing a bottle of champagne on the old rusted swings of the neighborhood playground.

He confessed to you that he felt the same way about Frankie, but he was afraid of ruining their friendship and how Frankie would react.

You reached over, gently grabbing his hand in yours and told him, you should tell him how you feel, Santi.

When you went off to college, your four friends enlisted in the military and you weren’t sure if you would ever see them again. Life continued on for you, until you found yourself right back to your roots, and feeling the same way for your best friend as you did years ago. You just did a real damn good job of hiding it from your boyfriend.

So, that’s how you found yourself outside of the women’s bathroom, phone pressed to your ear, the bottom of your favorite heels sticking to the floor, and your thumbnail bleeding because you had ripped out a nasty hangnail with your teeth.

The dial tone rang, and rang and you thought that maybe this was a sign that you and Frankie were never meant to be. That it was all made up in your head, and scribbled in your diary. Maybe Frankie never felt the same way about you as you did for him.

“Mi vida?” his voice crackled on the other line and you imagined he had his hand cupped over his phone so that he could hear you better.

“Francisco,” you breathed, taking a pause as you gathered your thoughts. “I—I need you, Frankie.”

He nearly dropped his phone, lurching forward in his chair from your words. His erratic movements caught the attention of Santi who was sitting across from him in the booth and he raised his brows, mouthing, you okay, hermano?

Frankie was too caught up in the pounding of his heart in his chest, and his pulse racing in his eardrums to even notice Santi or Benny and Will now looking at him.

“Where are you, querida? Are you—safe? I can barely hear you.” Frankie uttered, bringing his thumb to his lips and gnawed on the side of the nail nervously with his teeth.

“I’m at some shitty club. Boyfriend broke up with me—and I ended up here. You don’t have to come, I just—I thought maybe…” you trailed off.

“Nada de eso, mi vida. Is it that same club we tried sneaking into back in highschool? The seedy one?”

“Yeah. The one where the floor is always sticky, and you can still smoke cigarettes.” You stifled a giggle.

“Estoy en camino, querida. Hang tight, okay? No te vayas de ahí.” He said in an urgent tone, gathering up his wallet and keys before he downed the last sip of his beer.

“I’m not going anywhere, Frankie.” You reassured him.

“I know, mi vida. I’ll stay on the line with you, ‘Kay?” He slipped out of the booth just as Santi stood up.

Frankie pulled his phone away from his ear momentarily, holding it against his shoulder as their eyes met.

Santi gave him a knowing a grin, slapping him on the shoulder gently in a half hug, “go get your girl, hermano.”

Frankie hugged him back, wrapping both arms around him before pulling back slightly with a grin slowly tugging over his lips, “Voy a intentarlo, hermano.”

And then there was Benny in the background yelling, “HELL YEAH, CATFISH! GO GET YOUR LADY!”

Frankie stayed on the phone with you the entire walk to the club which evidently was only a few blocks away. You were babbling on about how watered down your vodka lemonade was when Frankie had pushed himself through the mass of bodies all sweaty and sticking together. His eyes locked on your familiar face, right where you said you would be.

“I’m here, mi vida.” He whispered into the receiver before ending the call. He didn’t even have a chance to slip his phone into his back pocket when he felt your arms wound around his neck, pulling him into a hug. You smelled like cheap vodka, and flowery perfume that burned the sensitive hairs in his nostrils but he didn’t care.

“I missed you, Francisco.” You breathed into the bare patch of exposed skin on his neck, hugging yourself to him tightly. “I—there’s so much I want to say—and tell you, Frankie.”

“I missed you more than you can imagine, querida. I never—I’m so sorry…about your boyfriend.” He pulled back slowly so that he could get a good look at your face. He expected you to be a heartbroken wreck, but he was met with the complete opposite.

“Don’t be. He was a jackass, and I don’t think he and I were ever compatible.” You shrugged, eyes never leaving his. “I don’t give a fuck about him. I came out here to clear my head, but then I thought about you, Frankie. “Fuck it!” You laughed, choking back an on-coming sob that you weren’t expecting, “I should have just grown a pair all those years ago and told you how I felt! Fuck—do you have any idea just how in love with you I am, Francisco?”

“Mi vida, you’re drunk—you—just went through a break up, and you’ve had a lot to drink—”

She’s in love with me?

“I should have broken up with him a long time ago, Frankie. There’s a lot of things I wish I could have done differently, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but it’s always been you, Francisco, mi vida.”

She is in love with me.

Frankie brought his hands up to your face then, gently cradling your cheekbones in his palms. “Hey, hey, querida. It’s okay. Shit, it’s okay. You don’t have to apologize for any of that. You and I—we’ve always danced around the subject, haven’t we?”

You nodded and brought your hands up to rest along his.

“Santi told me after we enlisted that you were going to tell me how you felt on graduation night and then never did because—the timing wasn’t right then, mi vida. I thought about writing you a letter at some point, but I never did because the last thing I ever wanted to do was hold you back from the life you deserved, querida. All these years I’ve wanted to tell you—”

You cut him off, pulling his face close to yours, “I love you, Frankie” you brushed your thumb across the heart shaped patch in his beard.

“Fuck—I love you so much, mi vida.”

And then you were both surging forward, accidentally smacking one another in the forehead, letting out a synchronized groan of pain before your lips finally met in a bruising kiss. Your foot popped up behind you as drunk club-goers stumbled past yours and Frankie’s passionate embrace.

You came up for air a few minutes later, giggling as you threw your arms around his neck once more and he held you close, swaying with you as if there was a slow song playing.

“Vamos a salir de aquí, Frankie.” You said breathlessly, carding your fingers through the back of his hair having half the temptation to rip off his baseball cap just so you could mess his hair up even more.

He grabbed one of your hands, bringing it down to his face and pressed his lips to the outside of your hand, looking deeply into your eyes.

“I’ll go anywhere with you, mi vida.”

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rosssesposts · 10 months

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Arguments…with a twist?

Ight so this finna be a pain in the ass cause I’m finna have to switch from the Spanish translator to this cause ion speak the damn language so y’all work with me 😭 also this is a make of my last post in case y’all dunno where this came from 👍🏽

POV: You and Miguel having an argument infront of Miles and you both forget he speaks Spanish to(hope this not trash man imma cry 😭)

Warning: cursing, lots of dirty talk in the mix,implied smut but not too much,fluff after argument, reader being a brat(🌚)

“¡Maldito Miguel! ¿Por qué tienes que ser tan terco?”( Damnit Miguel! Why do you have to be so stubborn!) Y/n shouted at Miguel. Miguel had been on Y/n’s ass all week about her being careless on missions and doing risky stuff. He cared too much for her to let her keep doing stuff like this. So he put his foot down and told her she wasn’t allowed on missions anymore. “Cariño, amor de mi vida, por favor entiende, estás poniendo demasiado en riesgo tu vida para mi gusto y ya no la tendré más.”(Sweetheart, Love of my life, please understand, you are putting your life at risk too much for my liking and I wont have it anymore.)

Miguel had tried to reason with her so many times and has been so soft spoken with her, trying not to outburst at her in any way possible. He needed her to understand how much she meant to him. “Mi amor, te aseguro que estoy bien y puedo cuidarme solo, te preocupas demasiado. Sabes que puedo cuidar de mí mismo.”(My love I assure you, I am fine and can take care of myself you worry too much. You know I can take care of myself.) Y/n understand Miguel’s concerns, but you were more than capable of handling yourself and you knew that HE knew that. You saw the scowl on Miguel’s face starting to form but slowly go down as he was trying not to snap at you. “T/n, por última vez, no más misiones y eso es definitivo, ahora deja de discutir conmigo.” (Y/n, for the last time, no more missions and that is final, now stop arguing with me.) Miguel said sternly sick of the debating with you, looking at you with a serious face. You sat there with a mad expression on your face about to lash out at him but you take a deep breathe and relax.

“Eres un maldito bruto, Miguel. ¡Por qué tienes que ser tan idiota!(You are suching a fucking brute, Miguel. Why must you be such a asshole!) And that was it. The tip of the iceberg. Miguel’s eyes flashed red and pinned you to the wall in the blink of an eye. You gasped in fear and looked up to Miguel seeing his eyes glowing a bloody red in anger. You sat there waiting for him to yell at you or say anything at that. “Pequeña puta malcriada”(You bratty little whore) He spat at you with anger and a bit of lust in his voice. Your eyes widen and breathe hitched and started to get a bit scared. “todo lo que trato de hacer es proteger a mi dulce T/n y ¿qué obtengo a cambio, eh? Ella comienza a actuar como la pequeña puta malcriada que es...”(all i try to do is protect my sweet Y/n and what do i get in return, huh? She starts acting like the bratty little cock whore she is...) Miguel spoke out breathing out with Y/n still pinned. You sat there flustered, not knowing what to do or say. You stood there between your lover and the wall embarrassed and shamed. “Tal vez, debería darle lo que quiere, ¿eh? Que la engañen y la follen como la pequeña mocosa que es para poder recordar a quién pertenece, hm, ¿no te gustaría ese amor?”(Maybe, I should give her what she wants hm? To be dicked down and fucked out like the little brat she is so she can remeber who she belongs to, hm? Wouldnt you like that sweetheart?) Miguel spoke looking down at you. You just tilted your head down embarrassed not knowing what to do. Miguel grabbed you face making you look at him, his eyes no longer red. He looked at your face red and flushed and he….chuckled. You had a confused look on your face. “Awww amor, ¿dónde está todo ese ladrido que tenías? No sabía que solo se necesitaba eso para hacerte desmoronarte, cariño.” (Awww love, wheres all that bark you had? Didn’t know it only took that to make you crumble sweetheart.) Miguel chuckles in your face, while you look at him with a pouty red face. “Listen mi vida(my life), I know I’m hard on you, but I love you, you know that.” Miguel says moving his hand to your cheek. “And if something were to happen to you, I…” He starts to tear up. You grab his hand on your cheek and squeeze it looking up at him, “shhh amor, está bien. estás atrapado conmigo, te guste o no. Y siento que soy descuidado en nuestras salidas. Prometo tener más cuidado, o me quedaré aquí como dijiste hasta que sientas que estoy listo...”(shhh amor, its ok. your stuck with me whether you like it or not, and im sorry that im careless on our outings. I promise to be more careful, or ill just stay here like you said til you feel like im ready...)

Miguel looks at you with teary eyes and smiles. He leans in and kisses you on the forehead and leans his against yours. “Amor(Love),if you can promise me you will be more careful….” He pleaded. You smile softly. “I promise cariño(Dear)…I love you.” Y/n softly speaks. “I love you to, Y/n”

(Meanwhile with Miles sitting there):

#atsv fic #miguel x you #miguel o’hara x reader #atsv smut #atsv #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miles molares #atsv miles #astv fanfic #atsv x you #atsv spiderman

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didishawn · 1 year

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More Ferran Torres smut pls🥺 one where you are trying to be quiet bc his teammates are in the next room he asks u to be louder you don’t listen so he makes u moan louder by having you really rough and his teammates hear and tease both of you when y’all come out - sorry it’s a long request love u btw💙

On the other side of the wall (Ferran x Reader) smut

Warnings: smut, some Spanish

Masterlist

"¿No deberíamos ir a decirles que podemos escucharlos?" Gavi asks Pedri, the older midfielder just shakes his head. (shouldn't we go tell them we can hear them?)

"Que va, déjalos, ni que eso fuera a detener al hijo de puta" (no, let them be, it's not as if it would stop that son of a bitch)

The bed frame hits hard against the wall, and does matter how much you beg your boyfriend to go slower, not as hard as to not be found out, he can't listen to your pleads, mundo to gone off because of the pleasure being inside you gives him.

His hips are hard and fast, bitting unto your neck but not even that can quitten his groans as he is balls deep inside you, it all feels so good, the sound of your moans music to his ears even if you try to keep them in, nails digging into his back, tearing the skin as he moves you however he likes it.

"Come on, love, you can be as loud as you want, I bet those assholes couldn't care less, getting to listen to your sounds as I fuck you so well must be a blessing for them"

You shake your head, biting into your lower lip so hard blood might come out, the sound of skin slapping so loud, you fear the bed breaking honestly, he is so big, do strong, makes you so full of him, finger delicate playing with your clit, the other hand grasping your ass, marking the flesh, he wants to make sure you are in heaven, like he is whenever he is inside you.

His tongue licks your neck, a moan coming out of you, whimpering when he bites, neck already fill of marks, he wants to make sure everyone knows who you belong to.

His cock makes you feel so full, he is in so deep, tip against that special spot that has you trebling around him, his own hips stuttering, you know he is close, so are you, his balls tightening, his shoulders tense.

"Let them hear your noises as you cum for me"

He might be so sensitive, your walls literally milking him out from everything he is worth, but that doesn't stop him, he doesn't dare to cum ultil you tighten around him, a magnific moan being taken out from you -the thoughts of his teammates next for being forgotten for a minute-small whimpers with his last thrusts, painting your walls white from deep inside you.

You are both left as panting messes, he rests on top of you, sweating skins sticking together until his hips once again picking up that sweet, devilish rhythm he knows you live so much.

The show goes on ultil eargky hours of the night, both so exhausted as your meet the others downstairs for breakfast.

Gavi doesn't meet your eye, Pedri has a naughty look on his eye, you raise an eyebrow at both of them, your boyfriend already knows.

"Larga noche, ¿no?" the Canarian asks, you pretend innocence. (long night, right?)

You hum "No entiendo que quieres decir con eso" (I don't understand what you mean by that)

He too hums, looking down to his food, yet you can feel his amusement as he speaks "Solo que tú y tu noviecito nos han hecho quedarnos despiertos toda la noche con el sonido de su sesión de follar. Sabes, Estoy seguro de que conmigo sería todo incluso más ruidoso" (just that you and your little boyfriend have kept us awake the whole night with the sounds of your fucking session. You know, with me everything would have been so much louder)

You face is as red as Gavi's when he speaks this words, your boyfriend letting out a dry laugh.

"Lo que tú digas, Pepi" (whatever you say, Pepi)

"No me creas sino quieres, pero ella sabe que digo la verdad" (don't believe me if you want, but she knows I speak the truth)

There is tension on the air, and you somehow are sure, this topic doesn't end up here.

You bet the two of them -three if Gavi is up to the task- could get down to the noisiest, nastiest sex to ever be.

But that is something for another day, as of now, you can't feel your legs and you swear Ferran's cum is going down your legs.

He must notice, because he winks at you.

That fucker.

#barca #fc barca #barcelona #spanish nt #spain national team #spain nt #ferran torres imagine #ferran torres x reader #ferran torres smut #ferran torres #ferran #pedri #gavi #football imagine #football player

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merge-conflict · 2 months

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abandoned wip wednesday

(not strictly intended to inspire a sense of ominousness)

“-check the comms are good?” The disembodied voice was calm and unfamiliar.

“Roger,” V answered, sounding like she was speaking to [Goro] from within his own head. The video captured everything on her interface, and he was somewhat disoriented by the speed and smoothness with which she sorted through several screens before dismissing them all and turning to her companion. Welles, his name had been. A big man, ill at ease in the suit he was wearing, but charismatic in that overbearing, American way. “Jackie?”

“What?” Jackie asked, and then broke out into a laugh when V punched his shoulder. “Geez, yes, roger, whatever.”

“So that’s an affirmative?” The first voice asked dryly– the netrunner, Goro guessed. T-bug. “As in, you’re not going to complain about some tiny-ass little made-up buzz in your ear for the next week?”

“What? No– c’mon T, you know me– I’m not a complainer.”

V laughed, the happy sound making Goro’s heart hurt. “Says the professional fucking belly-acher. Two weeks, Jack– two weeks I’ve been listening to you complain about those docker dumplings. Not a complainer, he says.”

“Ohhh, so that’s how you want to play it, eh?” Jackie shook a finger at V. She batted his hand away, scoffing, but he was unperturbed. “El príncipe de las pupusas?”

“Eso es el mejor que puedes hacer: el príncipe de las pupusas? Si recuerdo corr–“

“Children,” T-bug interrupted, in a tone that suggested she had suffered through this kind of conversation too many times. “Can we keep this professional, please?”

“Sorry T–“ Jackie flashed a smile, even as he whacked V in the arm and successfully parried her attempt to reciprocate. “Everything sounds great. You’re a rose among thorns.”

tagging @ghostoffuturespast, @corpocyborg, @baublekute (no pressure)

#wip wednesday #cyberpunk 2077 #jackie welles #t-bug #valentine and jackie got on very well 😔#secret lore: they met as kids #this is video recording from just before the Heist #don't think I'll be using this POV anymore though #thus the abandoned tag

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angeliccloud · 11 months

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KI saw y’all like my Rudy one shot more than the others (I do as well) so why not do another one?!

Parring: Rudy x MedicVargasFemReader

Genre: Cringey fluff, romance

Warning: There’s violence since this is a war game of terrorists. There's a small verbal dispute but nothing more. Watch our swears too! And I’m not Spanish! I’m so sorry to all Hispanics and other races who speak Spanish! I did not perfectly proof-read this :)

Synopsis: Rudy never thought that he’d fall in love with his friend of 20+ years. Better yet, end up getting married to her. (This is a backstory of the first Rudy x reader story I made!)

Word count: 6k+

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It was a cheesy but cute story between you both. You were a medic and he was Vaqueros, a soldier, a warrior.

It felt like destiny when you two met on the field of grass where usually Alejandro and Rudy would play in.

You held a hand out to introduce yourself, “¡Hola, mi nombre es (T/N)! ¡Encantado de conocerlo!” (Hi, my name is (Y/N)! Nice to meet you!)

The younger self of Rudy, who was sitting on the ground, gave you a shocked look. Before he timidly shook your hand back.

“Rodolfo... Estoy encantado de conocerte también.” (Rodolfo. Nice to meet you too.)

He felt silly for being so shy around others, besides Alejandro and Valeria.

“Rodolfo, ¿eh? ¡Ese es un nombre genial! ¿Tienes un apodo que pueda usar?” (Rodolfo, huh? That's a cool name! Do you have a nickname I can use? )

Curse him and his shyness for turning red, “¡Oh! Uh... mi mejor amigo me llama Rudy para abreviar.” (Oh! Uh…my best friend calls me Rudy for short.)

You nodded and smiled, “Can I call you Rudy too?”

“Sure.” He gave a small when he saw your shocked look at him knowing English.

“¡¿Usted habla inglés?!” (You speak English?!)

He airly chuckled, “Mhm. Have been taught ever since 2nd grade.”

You grinned, “Cool!”

And that’s how it started, you sat down to talk more to Rodolfo. More and more until you understood everything about each other.

“¡Hola, Rudy! ¡Esa es mi hermana con la que estás hablando!” (Hey Rudy! That’s my sister you’re talking to!)

A voice you could memorize the moment you hear it revealed itself.

“Alejandro! ¿Adónde te has escapado? ¿Para ver a Valeria?~” You teased as you saw his face. (Where have you run off to? To see Valeria?~)

To say the least, Rudy did NOT see that coming, “Que? Hermana?” (What…? Sister…?)

“¡No! Estaba dando un paseo. Le ofrecí a Rudy que me acompañara, pero terminó quedándose con mi hermana.” He retorted before sitting near you both. (No! I was just taking a stroll. I offered Rudy to come along, but he ended up staying back with my sister instead.)

“¡No fue mi intención, Ale! yo no-” Rudy tried to explain the situation but he was cut off with laughter. (I didn’t mean to, Ale! I didn’t—)

“¡Está bien, Rudy! ¡Me alegro de que mi hermana y mi mejor amiga se lleven bien!” Your older brother patted his best friend in the shoulder firmly. (It's fine Rudy! I'm glad my sister and best friend are getting along!)

“This guy doesn’t let me around ANY boy. So since you're his best friend and practically brother in arms. He trusts you to have near me. Call it a blessing, Rudy. Oh, mami is telling us we should head home soon, Alejandro! I’ll be waiting up there! It was nice to meet you, Rudy!” You smiled before waving to the boys.

Rudy only lightly smiled back, waving at your disappearing figure.

“So my sister, huh?” Teased Alejandro.

“I hate it when you speak in English about these sorts of things…It makes it known you want to tease me.” Groaned Rudy.

“Haha! You know too well, brother. Te daré mis bendiciones. Realmente quiero que al menos alguien como tú, esté casado con mi hermana. Así que será mejor que no pierdas contra algún delincuente, ¿entendido?” (I'll give you my blessings. I really want at least someone like you, to be married to my sister. So you better not lose to some lowlife, you got it?)

“Si¡(Yes!)” responded Rudy with a firm nod.

“Bien. Me ocuparé de eso entonces. Vamos, ella nos está esperando. (Good. I'll see to it then. Come on, she's waiting for us.)” Alejandro stood up, helped up Rudy to his feet as they walked to his home.

After getting to know each other, you all became a hit trio. Anyone around the block would know of you three. If one was being mistreated, the other will seek revenge for the other.

You were inseparable. A force to be reckoned with. An unbreakable team.

When Alejandro thought of enlisting in the army, Rudy was quick to follow his best friend. Even if it meant that he had to stay away from his love, he’s do anything to at least be near his crush’s family.

You were quick to agree and join in the enlisting but your brother told you not to.

“Escucha, ángel. Hago esto para protegerte del daño. El mundo de la guerra por ahí, es demasiado peligroso. No puedo dejarte morir porque te dejé venir conmigo. Pensaré que es mi culpa si mueres…” (Listen, angel. I'm doing this to protect you from harm. The world of warfare out there, it's too dangerous. I can't let you die because I let you come along with me. I'll think it's my fault if you died…)

It’s not that he finds you weak, he just doesn’t want you to experience horrible things when you could’ve studied to become something better for you.

You stood up from your chair at the table, “Lo sé, lo sé... ¡Pero no puedo soportar dejar que ustedes dos se vayan sin que yo esté con ustedes! Soy el único que venda sus heridas cada vez que se lastiman por protegerme. Quiero ser un activo al menos.”(I know, I know...But I can't bear to let you two leave without me being with you! I'm the only one wrapping your wounds whenever you guys get injured from protecting me. I want to be an asset at least.)

That moment, Rudy held your hand with his, “Ángel, por favor. Al menos hazlo por mí, por nosotros. No moriremos. Volveremos más fuertes que nunca.” (Angel, please. At least do it for me-for us. We won't die. We'll come back stronger than ever.)

You stared into the eyes you grew to adore every time you’d gaze at them. You felt stupid for falling for him so easily but it couldn’t be helped. He was your weak point, and you knew it.

You eventually sighed, “Bien, te dejaré ir. ¡PERO! Voy a ser su médico personal de su regimiento. Sin peros, sis o ands.” (Fine, I'll let you go. BUT! I am going to be your personal medic of your regiment. No buts, ifs or ands.)

“Bueno para mí. Rudy?” (Good for me. Rudy?) Your brother accepted your choice and turned to his best friend.

He nodded, still holding your hand, “Sí, estoy bien con eso. Es la elección de Ángel.” (Yes, I am fine with it. It's Angel's choice.)

That made your 18 year old self feel all giddy like a 7th grader trying to talk to their first ever real deal crush.

“Te estás poniendo demasiado cómoda con su apodo, ¿eh, Rudy?” Alejandro nudged his friend’s arm. (You’re getting way too comfortable with her nickname, eh, Rudy?)

“¡Detener! ella esta frente a nosotros.” (Stop! She’s in front of us.)

He was lucky you were too distracted by him using Alejandro’s nickname for you.

(Timeskip to a year)

You did as you told them, you became a medic for their regiment. Alejandro couldn’t be more proud, alongside Rudy.

You three were still an inseparable team, one healer with two soldiers, a perfect team.

But this perfect team, was soon about to break apart thanks to a certain ‘nameless’ person.

“Hermana! Quiero que conozcas a Valeria en persona.” Smiled Alejandro going in your office with a woman. (Want you to meet Valeria in person.)

“Ángel, ¿verdad? Encantado de conocerte, niño dorado.” Smirked the woman giving you a handshake that you slowly took. (Angel, right? Nice to meet you, golden child.)

“Establecerse.” (Settle down) Alejandro tried to get Valeria to stop teasing others.

You waved it off and faked a small smile, “Está bien. Soy el niño dorado después de todo, por supuesto.” (It’s fine. I am the golden child after all, of course.)

“Está bien, ahora estás yendo demasiado lejos con ese ego tuyo, Angel.” Your brother nudged your side. (Okay, now you're going too far with that ego of yours, Angel.)

“You two seem like a good pair of siblings.” Said Valeria surprisingly in English.

“We are, if I do say so myself.” You replied back.

“Ella me gusta. (I like her.) See you around you two.” Smiled the woman before leaving.

“Tengo que irme también. El Capitán quiere que entrene a algunos reclutas.” (I have to leave as well. Captain wants me to train some recruits.) After your brother gave you a hug, he went on his way to leave.

“Alejandro.” Your voice seemed either stern or like a warning to him. Maybe both?

He turned to see with a serious gaze, “No te dejes engañar por ella.” (Don’t be fooled by her.)

He knew what you meant, but he didn’t say anything, “Si hermana.” (Yes, sister)

And with that, he was gone. You had hoped he at least taken your warning to heart and not waved it off.

But in a few months, you were all fighting for your lives.

Valeria had made a deal, a big one. It costed the Mexican Army to fall to the hands of the cartel.

Thanks to her.

Your hunch was right. But oh you were so mad you were right.

“¡Mierda!” (Fuck!) your sibling was the most angry of all.

Rudy and you only looked at each other before looking back at the angered soldier.

You three had just moved to become part of the Los Vaqueros. After finding out that most of the Mexican Army works with the Cartel.

“¿Alguna señal de Valeria? (Any sign of Valeria?)” Rodolfo was the only one with enough guts to ask you that question.

You shook your head grimly, “Mm mm. Desapareció desde que comenzó el tiroteo.” (Mm mm. She disappeared ever since the gun fire started.)

It’s only been a few weeks ever since Valeria left the army after the turning of the Mexican Army, you wondered why sometimes.

“¡Esa bruja! ¡Ella nos engañó y dejó el ejército! (That witch! She tricked us and left the army!)” yelled Alejandro.

“Fue porque confiaste demasiado en ella, hermano. Te advertí sobre ella. Tenía que suceder.” You walked up to your brother. (It was because you trusted her too much, brother. I warned you about her. It was bound to happen.)

He stopped and looked at you, “¿Estás diciendo que fue mi culpa, (T/N)? ¿Es eso lo que estás tratando de decir?” (Are you saying it was my fault, (Y/N)? Is that what you're trying to say?)

You held your stance even if you were met with a scary gaze, “Principalmente. ¡Fuiste tú quien la hizo sentir que podía derribarte fácilmente! ¡La trajiste e hiciste entrar en nuestras vidas!"(Mostly. It was you who made her feel like she could easily tear you down!) You pointed a finger to him, "¡Nuestro equipo! ¡NUESTRA FAMILIA!” (You brought her in and made get in our lives! Our team! OUR FAMILY!)

You weren’t one to yell, but Alejandro needed to properly listen to you.

That made his blood boil over, “¡TÚ TAMBIÉN CONFÍAS EN ELLA! ¡LA RECIBIÓ TANTO COMO YO CON RUDY!” (YOU TRUSTED HER TOO! YOU WELCOMED HER AS MUCH AS I DID WITH RUDY!)

Rudy seemed displeased on seeing the siblings fight, “Ale, Ángel-” but he was cut off by you yelling.

“¡PERO NO ESCUCHASTE CUANDO TE DIJE QUE TE CONTENGAS DE EXPONER TUS PUNTOS DÉBILES! ¡AHORA SE HA IDO! ¡EL EJÉRCITO MEXICANO SE GIRO CON EL CARTEL! ¡ESTAMOS TODOS SOLOS ALEJANDRO! ¡CONSIGUE ESO EN TU CRÁNEO GRUESO!” You yelled as you jabbed your index on his armor vest. (BUT YOU DIDN'T LISTEN WHEN I TOLD YOU TO RESTRAIN YOURSELF OF EXPOSING YOUR WEAK POINTS! NOW SHE'S GONE! THE MEXICAN ARMY TURNED WITH THE CARTEL! WE'RE ALL ALONE ALEJANDRO! GET THAT IN YOUR THICK SKULL!)

That last rant made you breathless before you realized what you said, “Ale…Lo siento…” (Ale…I’m sorry…)

“Angel!” Rudy saw you leave as Alejandro didn’t even look in your direction and only sighed in frustration.

That was when the friend of the Vargas siblings knew what he to do, “Alejandro. Sé que duele y es frustrante. Pero esta no es la forma de resolver problemas como este.” (Alejandro. I know it hurts and it is frustrating. But this is not how to solve problems like this. )

His friend only crossed his arms and looked away. But Rudy still didn’t give up, he even went to move to see his friend’s eyes.

“Valeria hizo esto porque sabía que te castigarías a ti mismo por esto. Llegamos demasiado tarde para darnos cuenta de sus planes.” (Valeria did this because she knew you'd beat yourself up from this. We were just too late to catch on to her plans.)

He soon held Alejandro 's shoulder, “Por favor, comprenda que Angel solo quiere lo mejor para usted. Ella quería cuidarte. Eso era todo lo que ella quería.” (Please understand that Angel only wants best for you. She wanted to look out for you. That was all she wanted.)

You can see a change in his eyes, but his frown was still eminent, “Te dejaré pensar.” (I’ll leave you to think.)

Rudy soon left to go find you.

You were found outside, in the training yard, staring at the rain.

You didn’t care about your wet clothes that stuck to your skin. All you thought was what you said back there at your brother's face.

In all the years you’ve known each other, from your mom, you’d NEVER fight or had an argument. At least a real one that leads to guilt. This was the first argument you both had in your lives. Of course, you’re not taking it well.

Soon, an umbrella covered your figure but you didn’t want anyone’s presence, "Vete por favor…” (Go away please…)

“Cogerás un resfriado.” (You’ll catch a cold.)

Your breath hitched when you heard the smooth and loving voice of Rodolfo himself.

He smiled and got you to stand up to your feet.

“Me equivoqué mucho, Rudy... ¡Muy mal! ¡Probablemente me odia!” (I messed up bad, Rudy…So bad! He probably hates me!) Your face looked like you had cried waterfalls in addition with the rain. That broke the man’s heart seeing you like this.

“Ven aquí…” He gave you a hug as you sniffled here and there. (Come here…)

He soothed you by rubbing circles along your back, “Él no te odia, Ángel. Estoy seguro de eso. Simplemente es duro consigo mismo para que esto suceda bajo su supervisión. No es tu culpa.” (He doesn't hate you, Angel. I'm sure of that. He's just hard on himself for this to happen under his supervision. It's not your fault.)

You pulled away from his chest, “¿Lo prometes?” (You promise?)

“Con mi vida en juego por ti.” (With my life on the line for you.)

That made you look at him in slight shock, “Rudy…”

“Quería decírtelo desde que éramos niños, pero... pensé que no me tomarías en serio. Por eso esperé hasta que llegó el momento. Y creo que es ahora.” He started giving you a semi-serious look. (I've wanted to tell you ever since we were kids but...I thought you wouldn't take me seriously. That's why I waited until the time came. And I think it's now.)

He held your hand, umbrella long gone by now, “(T/N) Vargas, te había amado por años y años. Y todavía lo hago. Admiro tu valentía, amabilidad y personalidad dentro o fuera del campo. Eres el ángel con el que los dioses me han bendecido para caminar. Te amo.” ((Y/N) Vargas, I had loved you for years and years. And I still do. I admire your courage, kindness and personality when on or off the field. You are the Angel the gods have blessed me to walk alongside with. I love you.)

You couldn’t believe it, the man you had loved ever since you were a child just confessed his feelings to you.

“Rudy…” you couldn’t even start on the unraveling emotions coursing through your veins right now.

“Probablemente no me ames pero... quería decírtelo antes de que me arrepienta y muera sin decírtelo.” (You probably don't love me back but...I wanted to tell you before I regret it and die without telling you.)

You held his right cheek with a soft smile, “Yo también te amo, Rudy.” (I love you too, Rudy.)

He froze before kissing the palm of the hand on his cheek.

“May I?” He asked in English, making you giggle at his quirkiness.

“Yes, Vaquero. You can.” The moment you gave him permission, he kissed you like there was no tomorrow.

It was gentle but at the same passionate, a kiss from all of the bottled up feelings. Held in for years until it was time to open them.

After the kiss he put his forehead on hers, “Prometo. Con mi vida, que te amaré, cuidaré y adoraré. La forma en que te lo mereces.” (I promise. With my life, that I will love, cherish and adore you. The way you deserve.)

“Me ocuparé de eso entonces. (I’ll see to it then.)” you replied.

That was the day where your love story evolved into something more.

You and Alejandro had a talk and forgave each other for what happened. Your promise to each other was to support the other no matter what happens. (With also giving a proper scolding if needed.)

Your brother patted his best friend in celebration for your relationship, “Cuida de ella Rudy. Ella significa mucho para mí.” (Take care of her Rudy. She means a lot to me.)

His best friend was shocked to hear that from him, since you haven’t even told him yet. But he was glad that he was trusted enough to be declared your boyfriend.

“No te preocupes. Ella está en buenas manos. (Don’t worry. She’s in safe hands.)” Rudy held your hand as you tightened his hold.

“Al menos déjame hacer una regla. Nada de besos en el trabajo.” The three of you laugh but agree to the terms. (At least let me make one rule. No kissing on the job.)

It has been several months since you both confessed. Life got better. You quickly got Alejandro to be back on his feet. And let’s say, he quickly got up the ranks and became the leader of the Los Vaqueros.

Rudy ranked to being his second-in-command.

“Hermana, usted es la jefa del departamento médico de Los Vaqueros.” (Sister, you're the head of the Los Vaqueros Medical department.)

That was the best news you’ve heard ever you turned 20, “¡¿En realidad?! ¡De ninguna manera! (Really?! No way!)”

You saw the many nurses and doctors lined up to meet you, “Hola jefa! (Hello, chief!)”

“Hola.” You waved to them. (Hello.)

You gave your brother a hug that could crush bones, “¡Te amo mucho! ¡Gracias!” (I love you so much! Thank you!)

He only chuckled before hugging back with equal strength, “Yo también te amo Ángel.” (I love you too, Angel.)

“Cuidarla bien? ¡Y asegúrate de hacer una reverencia antes de dirigirte a ella!” (Take care of her alright? And make sure you bow before addressing her!)

“Sí comandante.” (Yes, commander.)

Rudy came up to you, “Te lo ganaste, Ángel.” (You earned it, Angel.)

You smiled, “Gracias, segundo al mando.” (Thanks, second in command.)

This was a big step for the three of you. And you’re all happy by it.

(Several years later…)

Rudy kept on playing with a dark violet box for the past 10 minutes.

“¡Por amor de dios! ¡Solo propón hermano! Parece que estás enojado con la caja.” A voice yelled in Rudy’s office. (For god sake! Just propose brother! You look like you’re mad at the box.)

That only made the man sigh, “No sé cómo decirle. Y no sabemos si tendremos un día libre, teniendo en cuenta que el cartel sigue ahí fuera.” (I don’t know how to tell her. And we don’t know if we’ll get a day off, considering the cartel is still out there.)

“Ella está libre mañana. Y le pediré a Rodríguez que te reemplace.” (She’s free tomorrow. And I’ll ask Rodriguez to fill in for you.)

And the leader knew his best friend was going to intervene, “No te preocupes, solo concéntrate en proponer. Quiero que ya seamos cuñados.” (Don’t worry, just focus on proposing. I want us to be brothers-in-law already.)

Alejandro made Rudy sit back down, “Comandante, todo está listo para mañana.” You arrived with Rodriguez in tow. (Commander, everything is set for tomorrow.)

The two commanders looked at you both like you were aliens.

“¿Qué? (What?)” You gave the males a look.

The two shook their heads as Alejandro covered what was in Rudy’s hands, “Nada.” (Nothing.)

Rodriguez gave you a look, you only shrugged, “Creo que esconden algo, jefa.”(I think they’re hiding something, chief.)

“Ohoho…! Yo sé eso. (I know that.)” you chuckled.

Alejandro gave a look to his friend before having an idea, “Rodríguez! Reúna al equipo e infórmeles sobre el plan para mañana.” (Rodriguez! Get the team assembled and inform them in the plan for tomorrow.)

“Si, comandante. (Yes, commander.)” The soldier saluted before leaving.

“Estaré en mi oficina.” Alejandro quickly started moving to give the couple some time together alone. (I’ll be in my office.)

Rudy was not liking his plan, “Alejandro…!” He whispered-yelled but was only ignored.

The door closed as you walked up to your boyfriend of 7 years.

“Hola amor. ¿Cómo estás?” The Vaqueros in front of you kissed your right hand. (Hi, love. How are you?)

That made you smile, “Bien. ¿Qué pasó antes de que Rodríguez y yo entráramos?” (Fine. What happened before me and Rodriguez entered?)

Rudy didn’t know how to not blow his cover, “¡Una cita! Me refiero a una cita para los dos, es decir... ¿Mañana si te animas?” He stammered. (A date! I mean a date for the both of us, that is… Tomorrow if you’re up for it?)

It was cute after many years of knowing each other and dating, he still gets shy over the simplest things.

You held his face, “Me encantaría, Rodolfo.” (I’d love that, Rodolfo.)

(The next day)

For the last half hour, your lover was quite eager but nervous at the same time.

He insisted on driving to the market, but you worried about how shakey his hands are.

You both made it as he held your hand. Usually it wouldn’t be possible to initiate physical contact. Considering Rudy would tell you to keep it on the down low, so others won’t know except for Alejandro and some sergeants. (Ever since you became the heads of the Los Vaqueros, everyone knew about you and Rudy. They just keep quiet to ensure your privacy.)

“Vamos a ver. Necesitamos más frutas. Estoy planeando hacer una canasta de frutas para mi amiga que se casa pronto.” You held a bag. (Let's see. We need more fruits. I'm planning on making a fruit basket for my friend who's getting married soon.)

“Felicidades por ella. Podemos conseguir tantos como necesites.” (Congrats for her. We can get as many you need.)

You kissed his cheek in thanks, “Gracias querido.” (Thanks, dear.)

You talked to the woman who happily gave you some on a discount, “A mitad de precio ya que tu esposo es amigo de Alejandro. ¡Y por supuesto que eres su hermana!” (Half price since your husband is friends with Alejandro. And of course you being his sister!)

‘Esposo?!’ Your eyes became like saucers, looking directly at Rudy who helped a lady carry some bags that fell over her cart. (Husband?!)

“¡Parece un amor, querida! Tienes que casarte con él antes de que sea demasiado tarde. Puede que se desespere.” The woman told you. (He looks like a sweetheart, dear! You need to marry him before it's too late. He might get desperate.)

That made you think. You and Rudy have been dating for nearly 10 years and never had the time for marriage because of the military.

‘Does he want to?’ You thought before taking the bags of fruit from the lady who smiled and waved goodbye.

“Muchas gracias, joven. Fuiste de gran ayuda.” Smiled the elderly lady, pinching his cheek before leaving. (Thank you very much, young man. You were a great help.)

“De nada.” He waved back. (You’re welcome.)

“Creo que mi hermano se te está contagiando, querida.” You nudged his shoulder a bit. (I think my brother is rubbing off of you, dear.)

He only chuckled, “Tal vez lo sea. ¿Terminaste aquí? Tengo un lugar para mostrarte.” (Maybe he is. Are you done here? I got a place to show you.)

You nodded, “Sí, lo soy. ¿Y adónde vamos?” (Yes, I am. And where are we going?)

You were only given a kiss as he moved to the car, “Pronto lo descubrirás.” (You'll find out soon enough.)

‘Yeah that lady was right…I need to marry that NOW!’ You thought, before heading in the car with your boyfriend to head to the mysterious destination.

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“¿Era necesario que me cegara?” (Is it necessary for me to be blinded?)

“Sí querido. Ahora muévete lentamente hacia aquí.” You both started to move before he stopped. (Yes, my dear. Now just slowly move over here.)

“Lista?” Rudy whispered into your ear. You swore you felt shivers. (Ready?)

“Si esto es una broma tuya y de Alejandro. Cortaré tu intestino.” You stated, he only smiled but you couldn’t see it. (If this is a prank by you and Alejandro. I'll cut up your intestine.)

“Si, si cariño. Ahora, ¿estás listo ahora?” (Yes, yes, honey. Now, are you ready?)

You nodded, “Mhm.”

When your eyes were finally released from darkness you gasped at the view.

It was the same grass field you two met when you were kids. But that wasn’t the only thing you saw. There was a beautiful blanket settled down for you both with pre-made food.

“Oh amor. Esto es tan hermoso. Aún lo recordabas.” Rudy got you to sit down next to him. (Oh, love. This is so beautiful. You still remembered.)

“Por supuesto lo hice. Aquí es donde nos conocimos por primera vez. Y el día que me enamoré de ti.” He replied before placing his hand on yours. (Of course I did. This is where we first met. And the day I fell for you.)

“¿Amaste desde que éramos niños?” You were quite surprised he fell that early for you. (You loved me ever since we were kids?)

He nodded with a dopey smile, “Mhm. (Y/N). Tengo algo que preguntarte.” (I have something to ask to you.)

His eyes gave you a hint that it was serious, “Está bien, adelante.” (Okay, go ahead.)

The second-in-command took a shaky breathe, “Desde que nos conocimos, trajiste luz a mi mundo, Ángel. Me siento bendecido de haber sido titulado tu amante durante los últimos 8 años. Pero ahora, quiero que mi ángel sea una diosa.” (Ever since we first met, you brought light to my world, Angel. I feel blessed to have been titled your lover for the past 8 years. But now, I want my Angel to be a goddess.)

“Rudy…” you gasped when you saw the dark violet box.

“¿Una diosa como tú tomará mi mano en matrimonio?” He asked on his knee, presenting you the ring. (Will a goddess like you, take my hand in marriage?)

You teared up before nodding, “Si! Si! Si Rodolfo!” (Yes! Yes! Yes, Rodolfo!)

You didn’t give him time to talk after he slid the ring on your finger, by kissing him.

“Espero no haber llegado demasiado tarde.” He shyly spoke after the kiss. (I hope I wasn’t too late.)

You only chuckled, “No, no lo eres, vaquero.” (No, you’re not cowboy.)

“¡Ahí está ella!” Your mother ran up to you with your father in tow. (There she is!)

She gave you a hug, while your father gave you a kiss on the cheek, “Te ves hermosa.” (You look beautiful!)

“Gracias, mamá, papá.” (Thanks, mom, dad.)

“Estaremos comenzando pronto. Toma, déjame arreglar tu maquillaje por última vez.” Your mother brought out a cotton pad to check your makeup. (We'll be starting soon. Here, let me fix your makeup one last time.)

“Gracias, mamá. ¡Empecemos!” You smiled to your mother. (Thanks, mom. Let’s start!)

She nodded and urged her husband to move, “¡Muévete, amor!” (Move it, love!)

“Estas nervioso?” (You nervous?) Asked Alejandro to Rudy who’s practically shaking in his boots.

“Muy. No quiero hacer algo vergonzoso por accidente.” He replied, fixing his tie for the 12th time. (Very. I don't want to accidentally do something embarrassing.)

Your brother only laughed and told your soon to be husband that everything will be fine.

Those words didn’t help the second in command when he started hearing the music.

It meant on your arrival to the altar.

Your parents were beside you to walk you down the aisle.

“ella es impresionante…” (She’s breathtaking…)

“No llores ahora, hermano.” Teased Alejandro. (Don’t cry now, brother.)

“creo que es demasiado tarde…” Rodriguez had the grace to be there also. (I think that’s too late late…)

The males saw the groom hold back tears, but some already spilled over.

“¿Rudy está llorando?” You worried over your lover as your dad only assured you he’s fine. (Is Rudy crying?)

“Sucede cuando un hombre encuentra a la persona adecuada, querida. Él es feliz.” (It happens when a man finds the right person, dear. He's just happy.)

Your father was right, you saw a smile on your love’s face. And that made you relieved Rudy is alright.

You finally reached to your brother and future husband, “Te ves perfecta, hermana.” (You look perfect, sister.)

“Gracias, Ale.” (Thank you, Ale.)

“pareces una diosa.” Whispered Rudy taking your hand, after making a promise to your parents. (You look like a goddess.)

“Eres demasiado amable, Parra.” You smiled. (You’re too kind, Parra.)

The priest started the ceremony, your mother cried here and there. So your dad had to console her numerous times.

“Cuando me declaren como tu marido. Te prometo a ti ya mí mismo que te mantendré alejado de los problemas del mundo. Amarte y cuidarte, como mereces que te traten.” (When I get declared to be your husband. I vow to you and myself I'll keep you safe from the troubles of the world. Love and cherish you, like what you deserve to be treated like.)

That made you cry a bit before doing your vow, “Cuando me declaren tu esposa. Te prometo que me quedaré a tu lado, incluso si eso significa una muerte segura. Estaré allí para curarte cuando te lastimes y siempre te apoyaré.” (When I get declared to be your wife. I promise I will stay by your side, even if it means certain death. I'll be there to heal you when you get hurt and will always support you.)

“Caminaré a través del fuego del infierno contigo también, amor.” Rudy gently squeezed your hands. (I'll walk through hellfire with you too, love.)

“Usted puede ahora besar a la novia. Y ahora sois marido y mujer.” (You may now kiss the bride. And you are now husband and wife.)

That was your cue, you two shared the first kiss as husband and wife.

“Esa/Ese es mi bebe!” (That's my baby!) Shouted your mother with Rudy’s mother as well.

“Los tomó el tiempo suficiente.” Smirked Alejandro. (Took them long enough.)

You two walked down the aisle hand in hand.

The reception was amazing, families and close relatives and friends were together and having fun.

(Except for Alejandro trying to smudge some cake in you and Rudy’s faces…You were able to dodge it by the last second.)

(6 years later.)

You walked in the base of the Los Vaqueros, “Rudy. Tengo algunas noticias que contarte a ti ya Alejandro.” Finally, you reached Rudy’s office. (Rudy. I got some news to tell you and Alejandro.)

The man smiled, lifting his gaze from the computer screen to you, “¿Noticias? ¿Es mala?” (News? Is it bad?)

“Nunca hay buenas o malas noticias, amor. Es algo sobre el cartel que encontré de la noche a la mañana.” You said giving him some files. (There's never good or bad news, love. It's something about the cartel that I found overnight.)

His eyes hardened at the information, “Esto no es bueno por decir lo menos. Lo llamaré.” (This is not good to say the least. I’ll call him over.)

After a few moments, the commander of the Los Vaqueros arrived, “Hola tortolitos. Escuché que hay algunas noticias sobre el cartel.” (Hey lovebirds. I heard there's some news about the cartel.)

“No hay tiempo para bromas, hermano. Mira esto.” Rudy gave your brother the files you handed him before. (No time for jokes brother. Look at this.)

He scanned over the papers and scowled with a sigh, “¿Cómo encontraste esto?” (How did you find this?)

“Comprobando las últimas noticias. Escuché que hay algo más de contrabando en Amsterdam. Motivos, desconocidos. Recién me enteré anoche.” You answered before taking out a tablet that hold images. (Checking in on the latest news. I heard there's some more smuggling in Amsterdam. Reasons, unknown. I only found out last night.)

“Y no sabemos cuándo comenzaron su mudanza. Por lo que sabemos, podrían haberse estado moviendo desde la semana o el mes pasado bajo nuestras narices.” Your husband agreed. (And we don't know when they started their move. For all we know, they could've been moving ever since last week or month under our noses.)

Alejandro nodded at that, “Vamos a charlar con ellos, entonces. Rudy, prepara a nuestros hombres. Estás a cargo de la base, hermana.” (Let’s go have a chat with them, then. Rudy, get our men ready. You’re in charge of the base, sister.)

“Sí comandante.” The couple replied. (Yes, commander.)

While you were walking with the two, you suddenly had an idea, “¿Por qué no pedir ayuda a nuestros amigos en el extranjero? Estoy seguro de que acabaríamos con el Cártel más rápido de esa forma.” (Why not ask for help from our friends overseas? I'm sure we'd finish off the Cartel faster that way.)

“Pensaremos en eso más tarde, querida. Cuídate, ¿de acuerdo?” Rudy held your hand before giving you a quick kiss. (We'll think about that later, dear. Be safe alright?)

You gave him a teasing look, “Debería ser yo quien te lo diga. Ten cuidado ahí fuera.” (I should be the one telling you that. Be careful.)

“Servirá.” He replied. (Will do.)

“Jefa, tenemos más pacientes de la última brigada llegando.” A nurse from your regiment arrived to tell you some news. (Chief, we have more patients from the last brigade coming in.)

You nodded, “Entiendo. Gracias por decirme. Prepara al equipo para tratarlos y espérame.” (Got it. Thanks for telling me. Get the team ready to treat them and wait for me.)

She nodded and soon left, “Hasta luego.” You smiled. (See you later.)

“Hasta luego.” He said back. (See you later.)

“¡Hora del apretón de manos!” You held your hand out to start the handshake you both made up years ago. (Handshake time!)

The second-in-command only chuckled and did the handshake you wanted.

“Be back soon, Mr. Parra.” You spoke in English.

“Always. Ms. Parra.” He nodded back before saluting and leaving.

“¿Dónde está mi apretón de manos con mi hermana?” (Where’s my handshake with my sister?)

You shook your head at your brother’s antics, “¡Haremos uno que recordarás más tarde, Ale!” (We’ll make one you can remember, Ale!)

He took offense in that and only flipped you off slightly. That made you and your husband near him cackle.

And that was the past and story of an Angel and a cowboy.

#cod modern warfare #cod x reader #mw2 2022 #reader insert #alejandro mw2 #rodolfo rudy parra x reader #rudy parra #rudy cod #mw2 fanfic #mw2022 #call of duty mw2 #mw2 x reader

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"Hermosa" - Aaron T x Reader

Let's just say I was inspired by my recent trip to Spain and dreamt up this cute scenario. I don't speak a word of Spanish, so if my Google translate-dependence creates inaccuracies, I'm sorry!

Anyway, onto the good stuff 🧡

“Not ‘Si’, ‘Sí’!”

“It’s the exact same!”

Aaron T grins at you cheekily, shaking his head fondly so that his chocolate curls tumble about. “So, when someone says ‘Would you like sprinkles with that?’, you’re not gonna sound dumb answering ‘If!’?”

“Shut up,” you furiously scribble out the word in your notebook, correcting the pesky little mark, “Spanish is dumb.”

“Not as dumb as you.” Aaron jests, poking your cheek softly when you pout at him, signaling he’s kidding. “Let’s try something different.”

You eye him with exhaustion. He’s been tutoring you for an hour now and while staying behind at school with your best friend is fun and all, the thought of your bed is equally appealing. “Can’t we just carry on tomorrow?”

“No,” Aaron pushes a cup of coffee over to you, chuckling as you guzzle the caffeinated beverage, “You’re not going anywhere until you can string a sentence together.”

“It’s easy for you,” you settle the coffee cup down, “you’re fluent!”

Aaron chortles and pinches your cheek out of fondness. He shouldn’t find your sleepy grumpiness cute, but alas, it’s out of his control. Falling for you was never on his agenda, but moments like this reminds him why he did.

“Dios mío, eres lindo…”

“Huh?”

Your bambi eyes catch him off-guard, and he realises he spoke aloud. At least you don’t understand a word of Spanish.

“Nothing!” Quickly shutting your school book closed, he turns to you and gestures for you to do the same. “Let’s make this fun.”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you draw back, “Fun how?”

“Stop asking so many questions!” He flashes you a toothy smile and it makes you roll your eyes. “Just try and guess what I’m sayin’, we need to get you used to hearing different words.”

You shrug in compliance, awaiting whatever he has in store. He taps his chin thoughtfully before inspiration alights his hazel irises.

“You gotta write about yourself for this assignment, right?” You just nod. “Well, I’ll give you some pointers.”

He observes you intently and, in all honesty, it makes your cheeks heat up a little. When did he get so close?

“Tus ojos,” his voice is softer than you’ve ever heard it, “me hipnotizan…”

Your breath catches in your throat. You have no idea what he’s just said, and all you can do is sit in silence. Aaron just chuckles and lets his eyes trail over your face.

“Tus mejillas son lindas cuando te sonrojas, y,” Aaron chuckles “eso me gusta.”

“Stop saying so many words I don’t know!” you whine, unwittingly ruining the moment. Aaron chuckles, but his eyes never leave your face.

“Tus labios son tan dulces, me pregunto cómo se sentirían en los míos…”

He trails off, and by the way his eyes flicker down to your lips, you can tell what he’s been talking about them.

“My…lips?”

Aaron nods encouragingly, motioning for you to write the vocab down. As you scribble away, he eyes you in a daze. Who could blame him? You look so cute when you’re concentrated, oblivious to his flirtations.

For now.

“Hermosa…”

The word falls from his lips in a lovestruck whisper before he can stop himself. But it’s only when you turn to him that he realises what he’s just done.

“Did you just say…beautiful?”

Mierda.

“I-I, uh…” Aaron fumbles, looking anywhere but your eyes. Why did that word have to be the only one you know?

“You did, didn’t you?”

Your expression softens. You’ve never seen Aaron so nervous, so unsure of himself. Your confident, fun-loving best friend transforms into someone else entirely. Someone you want to be close with, to share things with, to…love?

Refocusing on Aaron, you note the way his eyes dart about the room, his fingers drum on the classroom desk you’re sat at. When he takes his cap off to fan his face momentarily, you question if this is the Aaron you’ve come to know.

It’s plain to see that he can’t formulate any words at all, English or Spanish, so you do the next best thing.

“Aaron,” placing your hand on his tanned forearm, he turns to you while you try to organise your thoughts, “Me gustan ustedes dos…”

His hazel-flecked irises nearly pop out of their sockets at that, and when you lean in to momentarily peck his lips? He loses it.

That’s not to say, though, that he doesn’t reciprocate the gesture. Holding your cheeks tenderly, he succumbs to your charms and kisses the soft flesh of your lips happily. Pulling away, he leans his forehead on yours and meets your eyes with regained confidence.

“I can’t believe you like me back…” His whisper dances across your lips and you find yourself wishing you could feel his again. You lean back in, but not before Aaron verbally cuts in with a cheeky grin, “And by the way, it’s ‘Tú también me gustas’...you said ‘two’, not ‘too’...”

“Shut up and kiss me…”

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Musing Meaninglessly Masterlist

#4 town #4*town #4town #4 town Aaron t #4*town Aaron t #4town Aaron t #Aaron t x reader #4 town x reader

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Ice cream incident

[Dbf! Dilf! Gustavo (Gus) Rodríguez x Reader]

(if this goes well I'll make a second part)

🐥 ok ok to come clean first of all: reader is on her late twenties and Gus is on his mid thirties, he is younger than her dad.

•[light nsfw/ reader has anxiety/social gatherings/mention of divorces/sometimes actions speak louder than words]

• A nasty breakup left you crawling back to your parents house making the already difficult feelings you had for your favorite neighbor and dad's best friend worsen, luckily he faced the same demons.

The click of the main door opening and closing accompanied by a loud "Hola!" surprised you. You quickly turned off the kitchen's tv abandoning the empty ramen cup on the counter, quickly fixing your hair you exhale and rush to greet your neighbor.

It wasn't uncommon for Gustavo Rodríguez to suddenly appear in your house, he was your dad's best friend and he usually made him favors helping him fix something around the house or taking care of your little sister when none of you could. He usually stayed on your porch to watch over his daughter Maria and your sister Brianna while enjoying some beers and laughs with your old man. You never complained, every time he arrived your ten year old sister was less gremlin-like, your dad was happier, your mom could take a break and god he was hot as hell. And honesty? Ever since you moved to your parents house again after a nasty breakup with your boyfriend and started interacting more with your hot neighbor... You begun to think he thought you were just as hot.

"Hey teddy bear~." Your purr startling the man and you couldn't help but smile wickedly from the kitchen's door leaning on it's frame.

As always, the nickname made the rican laugh nervously and shift his body compleatly towards the now closed front door pretending to check on the bags he was carrying so you wouldn't see the apples of his cheeks flush red with warmth. But you knew better. And his handsome boy-ish smile was worth peeking over. Sneaking a few steps closer to his back you playfully pinched his side and peeked from his shoulder to address his embarrassed face. He looked at you in momentary shock not expecting you to appear so close so fast.

His nervous crackle shook his chest but Gus played it cool mumbling "Hola cielo. Your mom home?"

You shook your head with a no and pointed at the four grocery bags he was carrying.

"Eso es-... Your old man told me to drop these here." His warm overly sweet voice was music to your ears, you directed your attention to the bags' contents. With a finger you opened one of them a little wider to see ice cream of various flavours. Your brow arched as you took a step back now fully inspecting the man before you.

Gustavo stood there a little awkward under your intense gaze, his shy smile never weavers when your eyes scanned his outfit up and down. He was wearing plane black, damp-looking swim trunks, to your dismay the pink cap flattening part of his wild raven curls was not the icing of the cake but the garment adorning his torso. The goofball wore a pastel pink t-shirt with 'barbie' written in huge letters right in the middle, no doubt something he picked to match his daughter for today's super fun plan the dads from the neighborhood made while the moms enjoyed the day with a plan for themselves. You not being part of the dads and lil children nor the moms group decided to spend part of your day home chilling and watching Netflix waiting for your little sister to burst in and drag you out for the pool party in Gustavo's house. Lucky you, said man was the one to greet you. Though you couldn't help but feel a little nervous being around him wearing shorts and an oversized t-shirt from your favorite band.

"You uh... Got your swimsuit ready?" He said breaking your train of thought.

You blinked up at him in pure amusement. "Did you come all this way to ask me that?"

"Dios, actually... My freezer got busted when we were half finished readying the pool... Your pa told me we could use his to stock the ice cream and beers." Gus held the bags a little higher with an exasperated sigh clearly irritated by the betrayal of his expensive freezer.

You took a hold of two other bags ignoring his protests and then turned around signaling with a head tilt to come along, Gus complied quickly nodding knowing he couldn't deny your help.

You both went back to the kitchen unpacking the bags' contents. Warmth spread through your chest when he gave you the softest of smiles in silent appreciation for your help with the bags. That made you realize, it was common for Gus to be in your home but it was uncommon for you two to actually spend time alone, though the air was charged with something you couldn't quite pinpoint, it was not uncomfortable at all and with some playful totally friendly teasing and small talks here and there you guys didn't feel the slightest put off by the lack of people in the house. "Hah, look at that. Fix-it-Gus finally got defeated by something he couldn't fix!" That earned a bitter laugh from the big man, you purposely slowed your steps just to feel him closer to your backside when he brought the other bag to the counter you were leaning on, surprisingly enough he was ready for this but instead of moving away he rested a hand on your waist and placed the last bag on the counter pressing half of his chest to your heated back "Agh! Freezers! My kryptonite..." You giggled at this, patting and pinching his cheeck in fake comfort as you whined "What will happen when our freezers die on us? We won't be able to call SuperGus to fix 'em. It'll be our doom." His honey eyes crinkled in amusement by the silly nickname pausing his hands from reaching the beers, he puffed out his chest and flexed his biceps in the air mocking a heroic pose and doing his best to impresionate Superman's voice "Fear not, señorita! SuperGus doesn't FREEZE in the face of danger!" He laughed at his own dad joke and you couldn't help but join along, if not for the terrible joke, for his contagious and youthful laughter. God he was so stupidly handsome you wanted to grab him by the mat of black curls and give him the sloppiest kiss.

Gus pretended not to feel your body get impossibly hotter when his side pressed against yours once again in a playful shove, his moustache tilted to the side with a half smile, hooded eyes darkened by his cap still took in your beautiful lips shining the gorgeous smile his horrid humour managed to lit from you. There was silence then. The air between you felt much suffocating than before, luckily you were not the only one who could feel the heat, Gus' palms got sweatier and sweatier by the second, he wiped them down his trunks moving his head to the side but discreetly peeking a shy look your way, his smile ever so present. You shook your head breaking the momentary tension and opened the freezer to put the ice cream cones and containers Gus carefully passed you. You will never admit aloud that the few times your fingers brushed each other's to take the frozen sweets was intentional. HE wouldn't admit it either. You two were so adamant on touching each other one way or another you looked like two teenagers with a crush despite the age gap and it was just so refreshing to feel this way all over again.

"Fuck-" he perked up at this "there's not enough space..." you grunt standing up from your crouched position. "We could use the spare freezer?" Gus offered, his voice lowering a whole fucking octave and something from his tone made you feel the heat relit within you. He wanted to go to the garage, the most secluded place of the house.

Last month you brought your own freezer and your dad made quick place for it in the garage near his working bench using it to cool his hidden beers (don't tell mom) and other stuff that wouldn't fit in the kitchen, that and the little TV you also brought turned half of the garage into his perfect man cave, you didn't see your father in one fucking week because of his obsession with his little special spot of the house. Somehow going there alone with Gus made a wave of arousal hit your senses... God you were going crazy over this guy. You weren't even supposed to think this way... He was your father's best friend, fucking hell.

"Earth to (Y/n)~ You alright, bunny?" Gus asked teasingly waving his massive palm to your face.

"Huh? Sure, yeah? Yeah, why not..."

Gus took a step closer and lifted your chin with one meaty finger, it was hard to see what his unreadable expression hid specially with the cap shading his honey eyes that seemed to glow the longer you two locked eyes. Your hands cupped the hand that held up your chin, the Rican tensed suddenly shocked by the view of your big doe eyes entranced by him and your wet pouty lower lip popping out cutely, the softness of your hands cupping his clammy hand so softly like he was made of porcelain, it was that and the big oversized shirt that gave you a certain innocent look, the whole picture made a chill run down Gus' spine, this was wrong. He swallowed down his disgusting thoughts carefully hidden with an uncharacteristic blank look that made you feel slightly uneasy. He parted his lips, and whispered in a low raspy voice "Niña, why don't ya... Go upstairs, change yourself and join the others in my backyard? I'll uh, take care of the whole ice cream situation." You didn't answer, you were hypnotized by the sound of his voice, the fruity smell of his gel, pool water and sweat and his addicting body warmth. Gus chose to take your silence for an answer, he threw you a quick forced smile averting his heated gaze, his hands hurried away from you to lower down and grab the last two bags, not looking back he begin walking to exit the kitchen's door. Your hand shot to his forearm stopping him abruptly midway.

Keep it together (y/n)...

"My swimwear is still packed on a box in the garage so I'll come along! Surely SuperGus could help a damsel in distress pick a bikini for the party?" You purred passing by his frozen body and blocking his way from the door, he stood there about to say something though he wasn't even sure exactly what but stopped when your hand took a weak grasp of his pastel shirt's edge urging him to once again follow your lead. His smile, previously forced, lit up pushing the apples of his cheeks upwards in a genuine smile making his eyes crinkle at your antics. "Ay bendito... You really need my help with that?" His wavering voice protested, the low sensual tone of it still present.

"Seeing your outfit today I'm sure you'll do great picking a bikini for me." you walked out of the kitchen with him hot on your heels since you were still pulling carefully at his ridiculous shirt. "Never knew you were one to deny a lady's help" you said in fake hurt, he waltzed to meet your steps much closer careful not to bump you with the bags he carried and poked at your ticklish left side making you yelp. "Hey-! Never. It'll be an honor to help you pick your swimwear, bun-bun" Gus said in an overly sweetened voice almost sounding like a parent cooing to his baby. You scrunched your nose and rolled your eyes and he laughed once more with that beautiful childish crackle of his.

Reaching the garage you smacked the light switch, the obnoxious Christmas lights your father decorated the place with twinkled happily almost blinding the garage's yellow bulb giving the space a pub-kind of vibe. Gus' eyes widened and he slowed his steps taking the place in with a flabbergasted gasp.

"Que corrongo-!! Didn't know your viejo had the time to put this place together! Last time I saw it'looked as ugly as the back of a freezer." Gus marvelled inspecting the place, his arms swayed with the weight of the bags as he moved around like a kid on a toy store. You paid little mind to his excited demeanor that worryingly mirrored your dad's the day he finished adding the finishing touches to this hell of a man-cave, as you left Gus day-dreaming while taking care of the ice cream and the freezer in the far corner of the wall you went to seek the box with the rest of your summer clothes.

To Gus, the garage looked like the first tree house your dad and him build as teenagers in the back of his grandmother's house. He placed the two bags on the neatly organized working bench and kneeled to start stocking the ice cream on the low freezer with a soft smile reminiscing the hours they spent there sharing stories, trying their first cigars and first beers, crying about ex girlfriends, eating quesadillas, falsifying their mothers' signatures for school letters and sharing secrets. He sighs thinking about the day he revealed he was seriously pondering the idea of enlisting, how nervous he was of his best friend's reaction after his whole family cloaked him with their overprotectiveness, and the tears of relief when his friend comfortingly patted his shoulder and encouraged him to do what he thought was right "Bud, you are always eager to help everyone. it would suit you alright for sure!" In less than a year Gus ended up studying and working out hard to enlist after he graduated highschool until he fell in love with Alice, his ex wife who forced him to drop his dream in order to replace said dream with hers. Making a family, having a normal peaceful life, being oblivious to the dangers in the world and doing nothing to stop them. Gus wasn't happy about this but he loved his wife too much to complain, it didn't bother him much that your dad didn't get along with Alice nor the cold bite of an "I told you so" he gave Gus the day he found out she was cheating on him with his own college from work, it was the disappointment of your father what made him shudder to this day. The day he divorced his wife was the day awareness struck Gus with force. He cared so much about his best friend's opinion that fixing things with him and reinforcing their friendship was worth ten painful divorces. Your dad was the second most important person in Gustavo's life, the first one being his lovely daughter Maria.

That's why he felt a wave of shame when he finished with the freezer to turn around and be met with the view of your perfect round ass pointing in the air thanks to your crouched position searching for the bikini box. The arousal hit his brain faster than a fucking bullet, his trunks felt tight, his caramel skin clammy, and something seemed to have dropped on his stomach. Though even with the feeling of shame his golden eyes ate up the shape of your bum hungrily without restrain, he wanted to rip that fucking short so bad. He had to bite back a groan and flex his hands nervously trying to get rid of the effect you had on him. Fuck what would your father think of him now...

Unbeknownst to him you knew what you were doing, moving your ass pointlessly here and there, letting out soft sighs and groans of "frustration" for failing to find the bloody box.

"Mae... Need a hand?"

You needed more than his fucking hands for sure.

With a little jump you got to your feet and smiled so sweetly it drove him crazy, "You think SuperGus could help me find the bloody white box?" Gus smiled politely controlling his breathing methodically and killing off the erection by thinking about the elephant in the room, said elephant being the fact that you were his best friend's daughter. Gosh he was a lost cause wasn't he...?

There were a few grocery bags in his path to get to you, so he took them in order to place them to the corner of the table you were now leaning on to support your lower backside. Your hungry eyes did not go unnoticed. Naughty girl...

Naughty girl who did the unthinkable when he was close enough to reach. He grunted in surprise.

Gus' fists clenched on his sides with enough force to break the weak, thin handles of the bags that were abruptly dropped and left laying awkwardly on the floor. The thud of them colliding against the floor however, was not loud enough to break the spell between you two. Your hand gave a tentative squeeze around his soft clothed shaft, his Adam's apple bobbed with a gulp yet he didn't mutter a single word, panic and arousal settled within him when his eyes darted to the nearby wall. You just moved one of your delicate and kissable hands to take a good grip on his half-hard covered cock. Just what the fuck is going on? Has he gone mad? Was this another one of his wet dreams about you? Was he really awake?

Your eyes shot to every small movement from his face searching for any indication that might give away his melting selfcontrol. Gus' eyes were half focused on the wall behind you silently fighting with slow blinks not to look at you nor your sneaky hand, his moustache covered his mouth like a curtain hiding his plush frowned lips you wanted to bite on so badly and his cap shading his golden eyes from the bloody Christmas lights making you frown struggling to find any hint within them of what the hell he was thinking about while you groped his cock.

His chest heaved like that of a man who just ran a marathon, his breaths getting heavier and heavier by the second as your fingers traced and squeezed his bulge paying attention to the head of his dick, you smile as he slowly moved his head up to stare at the ceiling blinking rapidly for a moment with his body still rigid and unwavering a soft almost inaudible whimper scape his mouth that he bit back mauling on his lower lip, his hands shook and clenched so tightly it looked painful.

Yet he did not say a word.

Your greed made you do what you so desperately were craving to for the whole fucking morning and probably since the very first time you saw him shirtless.

You lift part of his shirt with your other unoccupied hand as your right hand palmed and rubbed him more firmly, his hairy abs spasmed at the feel of your fingers squeezing his leaking tip. Your left hand held his shoulder, your thumb keeping the edge of the pink shirt up giving you full view of one of his enormous pectorals and his well-built lower torso. You instinctively licked your lips at the sight of his dark nipple, your hungry stare lifted at the sound of the trembling sigh that fell from his lips. Gus was still standing there unmoving, his skin hot and slick of sweat and pool water, the caramel color gave a certain golden glisten with the small window's light that made it look sinfully delicious, his body was a wall of muscle covered by soft tan skin with one beauty mark here and there, it's dark small curls of hair made it the more tentative to lay your mouth on every inch of his bidy savouring his taste greedily. Never in your life have you felt the urge to lick someone's sweat off until now that you had one of Gustavo's enormous tits inches from your face.

He wanted to say something. That much was clear when his chin lowered the tiniest bit, his hands untensed, Adam's apple bobbed once more then his lips slowly parted, his eyes were sealed shut as if Gus dared to sneak a look at your antics the magic in the air would simply evaporate. You took it as an invitation to keep going. You leaned closer to his pec, the rich smell of his skin invading your senses and the feel of his erect nipple against the teasing grace of your lips made your pussy leak. With your full focus on his bare chest, your right hand abandoned his aching cock and firmly pressed the underside of his massive teat lifting it enough to accommodate his nipple in between your lips. You gave his nipple one wet kiss. Only one. And the contact sparked a shock through his body big enough for him to snap from the frozen trance he was in, Gus' hands shot to take your waist. You expected him to shove you away, but soon one of them travelled to your right hand yanking your wrist downwards redirecting your hand to it's previous position, now his cock was fully erect and it's length and girth made your breath hitch, you took it and his hand that still covered yours urged you to squeeze harder as his muscular thighs parted the tiniest bit as to accommodate your hand giving short slow thrusts against your palm, he sighed in relief ignoring the alarms from the back of his brain.

In a moment your heavy breaths sync, his tearful eyes opened to fully look down at you revealing the hot desire within his dilated pupils, the honey color of them glistened with his tears of shame, his lower lip quivers, the rustling of his swimming trunks as his hips snapped forward and backwards in slow and hard rolling motions against your hand made you bite back a sound. He whimpered.

"How pathetic" his mind lamented , "how beautiful" yours sighed.

And then, your lips babbled a breathless...

"A-ask me to stop."

You don't know what possessed you to say that, wether from his unshed tears or his desperate thrusts against your palm, both of his hands supporting your wrist to apply more pressure against his erection and puffing his chest in a silent beg to feel your mouth around his nipple, perhaps a combination of all those reckless gestures and adorable expression made you mumble that.

"(Y/n)..." His voice was liquid honey just like his tearful eyes still shadowed by his stupid pink cap. His lips quivered once more, he wanted to kiss you so badly, he wanted to thrust his chest on your mouth, he wanted to feel your wet cavern around his cock, your teeth abusing the supple flesh of his chest, your eyes to never leave his, your voice to grant him the pleasure of hearing your moans of his name, for him to keep going, to make you HIS. Not to ask him to deny your desires, keep ignoring the cries of your hearts every time one of you met the other in any other place with some other person present. He was finally alone with you, the moment you said your mother wasn't here and knowing your father sent him, it was like the stars alined finally gifting you both the moment you had been desperately craving. Gus felt like this whole hour was a fucking dream, when you touched his member was like you hauled him high into the heavens to finally, FINALLY make the move he had been fantasizing to make for a long time.

"Please, I... Just say it..." Your voice whispered softly. You can't mutter those words while you keep masturbating him and instantly mouth down his chest french-kissing the hell out of his nipple without expecting him to moan so shamefully throwing his head back blinded by the overwhelming feeling of your warm tongue and eager hands. He felt young again, when he sneaked out of class to meet his little girlfriends and make out in some hidden corner of the school.

But this time it was different, it was better but also worse because it was YOU.

Gus had you caged against the table hauling you up to sit on the edge, your legs found their place around his hips, your mouth abandoned his tit with a wet, loud pop to moan at the feeling of his big hands cupping your lower back and pulling you impossibly closer to thrust his erection against your covered pussy ruining with your own fluids those slutty shorts he was seconds closer to rip off with his mouth.

"Kiss me, carajo... Just- just kiss me."

Kiss me, let's try to forget we are not supposed to do this. Let's pretend we are not in a rush to meet the others at the pool. Let's pretend you are not my best friend's daughter, let's pretend your family hold so much trust in me they made you and your little sister call me uncle Gus without knowing uncle Gus touched himself every night at the thought of you, of how much you had grown and matured, the way you clearly desired him too. He didn't know of the nights you touched yourself begging any deity to carry you back in time and give your eighteen year old past self enough courage to had asked him to be your first instead of the toxic boy from highschool you ended up being years with and eventually moving in together, you remember imagining Gus' face every time you made love to your ex. But there was no need anymore. Not when he was here dry humping you and whimpering your name right next to your ear like a horny teenager.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, you were a panting mess thanks to Gus' cock humping your covered sex into oblivion making the table rattle violently at the force of his thrusts. You were about to launch for his lips already imagining the ticklish yet stinging feel of his facial hair on your delicate skin when his hands gripped your shoulders to move you further from his face stopping his thrusts compleatly. You blinked in surprise still panting and confused, his movements had slowed down, he was panting as well with eyes wide in alarm. His head shot to the side when silence engulfed you, your heart broke thinking of his rejection but then you heard it as well. Small steps rushing to the garage's door.

Gus rushed backwards leaving you breathless and astonished still processing just what the hell was going on with your pulses loud in your eardrums.

"There you are uncle Gus! (Y/n)? What are you two doing here?" A

Brianna rushed downstairs to meet you two, her chanclas making a funny clapping noise against the garage's floor when she got to your side. Gus was quick to rearrange his pants hardly covering the enormous erection on the front.

"Brianna-" you growled but Gus interrupted in a rush "honey, you are not supposed t'be here. Did you come all this way from the party? We-we were stocking the snacks."

Your little sister had a funny look on her face like something wasn't quiet settling well within her at the excuse. She was too smart for her own good at times. "Yeah, well. Maria wanted me to tell you her mom was back?" Your sister said, Gus' spine straightened, his boner now definitely died as his brain dissected her words. His face changed compleatly, he looked serious and cold it kind of startled you both how quickly he went from flustered to serious in a matter of seconds.

"Also, (y/n) I'm gonna snitch on you! I told you to stop leaving your ugly swimsuits on my wardrobe!!" You no longer gave a crap about your sister accidentally uncovering your lie about the placement of your swimwear too concerned on how Gus took the information she just spilled about his ex wife.

"I'm gonna dress up..." You said jumping off the table's edge. "Gus, you alright?"

Your hand trailed to touch him, to make yourself known, to reassure him he wasn't alone in this... But you stopped yourself before reaching his shoulder, of course he noticed and understood, but it broke you to see a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

He exhaled, his body was tense all over again but not like moments before, it was the ugly reminder that he himself invited the woman previously mentioned to spend a fun day with her ex neighbours and their child. How could he have forgotten? Fuck...

"Si, bunny. Get yourself ready, we'll wait for you downstairs yeah?" The yeah was said softly, a discreet way of confirming this wasn't over. You sighed in relief, gave him a tight-lipped smile and left with your sister pushing and pulling you annoyingly. The little monster was a cockblock she wouldn't live that one down for sure.

There was cheerful music to keep the mood of the party lively sounding from Gus' monster Smart TV in the living room the windows were open so the music would be heard all over the place, snacks hanged around in tiny plates here and there for people to mix up with the bbq your dad and some other guy was preparing, conversatios were heard here and there, all the neighbours seemed to be making themselves comfy in the Rodriguez residence.

The backyard, the living room and the kitchen had guests scattered here and there moving around to greet and talk to each other, the moms had long arrived before you guys made it back to the party. Your group of three dispersed, Gus rushing to greet the new guests whispering a low "see you around, bunnies" and Brianna ran past everyone to the backyard compleatly ignoring the chorus of coos and hellos from your neighbours. You decided to follow after her a little put off by the amount of people locked in one room.

Little children splashed water, chased each other and generally just had the greatest fun together under the summer sun, your little sister didn't waste a second before joining them and look around for Maria. You found the girl before she could, she was sitting on the swing, with her adorable curly ponytails swaying back and forth with her movements. She was breathtaking, her hair and fair skin resembled her father and her bright olive eyes and freckles were a perfect copy of her mother's.

You remember seeing a picture of them three on a wall when you passed the bathroom's hallway the first time you visited Gustavo's house with your dad. You also remember catching him staring at the picture more than once with his back always facing you, you wonder just what exactly his heart and mind whispered to him everytime he saw that happy moment with his wife photographed and hanged on the wall when his family was whole. Perhaps... He was happier then than he is now.

Gus showed up rushing to tickle his daughter's side making the girl burst into giggles and cry out at her daddy for picking her up like a baby right in front of her friends, Gus of course didn't listen, he digged his moustache on Maria's chubby cheek kissing her soundly, her pink Barbie dress catching on her father's strong arm. Until another person joined them, a woman with forest eyes, blonde short hair and a matching pink shirt with the barbie logo on it.

Gus' smile looked genuine thanks to his daughter's presence, but it was different than the one he had on the picture. His ex wife sat on the other swing with Maria rushing to hug her mother tightly. In the tender scenario they looked like a happy family again, you could tell by the longing on his ex's eyes she had missed him, and even by the distance you could tell your sweet neighbor reciprocated such feeling. And that made something churn uncomfortably on your stomach.

For a moment you allowed the little demon living inside your head to spurt it's evil comments.

"He is too good for you, you are no match for her, you will never be what he needs, what he truly deserves."

You will never be enough. You weren't enough for Brad, that idiot you wasted years of your life with and you will surely not be enough for a man such as Gustavo.

But yet again you were looking at things too deeply again, right? Fuck... You would kill to be at his ex wife's place right now, cradling a daughter you will surely never have, Gustavo's strong arms wrapping around you into a warm welcoming hug. But then again, they were separated , surely you were looking too deeply into things.

Minutes turned into hours.

Your dad was laughing and talking in the pool with the other dads and some other moms, some of the kids were napping on Gus' guest room and others were playing card games with the old retired police sarge who you believe is Gus' old mentor, some other kids were bathing with the dads or enjoying some leftovers.

Even the pizza guy eventually joined the party because that was Gustavo Rodríguez's magic! He could talk anyone into joining him to an asado or simply chill out. The pizza guy, Eric, quickly became your company for the party because as much as you wanted to rush to Gustavo's side everytime he passed by, the presence of his ex wife trailing behind stopped you from doing so. You weren't exactly a social butterfly, you were fine with gatherings but didn't truly have many friends here in this side of the town, you left them all behind when your broke up with your boyfriend. Eric was a little younger than you and a nice kid for sure, he worked delivering pizza at his uncle's pizzeria while he dealt with whatever he was studying, you wanted to pay attention to what he shared you truly did. But the feeling of Gus' eyes on you when he thought you weren't watching distracted your already foggy mind.

You two were sitting on two abandoned plastic chairs near a group of adults who talked and laugh loudly over the music, the atmosphere was still cheerful yet you could feel your own tension and jealousy rising the longer you paid unconscious attention to Alice playing Mrs. Rodriguez catching up with her old neighbours and Gustavo, laughing and batting her eyelashes like she was at her own element.

"You look beautiful, by the way."

Huh?

"What?" You looked at Eric apologetically clutching your drink with both hands and adjusting yourself in the suddenly uncomfortable chair. He let scape a sincere smile, tender like his pink cheeks, soft like his wild lilac-tainted locks. His eyes looked tired, surely because of the many hours of study and work the poor boy spent squeezing on his already tight agenda, your throat constricted at the urge of tenderly dragging the pad of your thumb under his eye bags.

"Beautiful, you look beautiful." Your heart fluttered uncomfortably, it wasn't common for you to get complimented, not because you looked bad but because you barely interacted with anyone, yet those words... those words were spoken by the wrong lips, only one man could make your heart squeeze JUST right by saying them.

The man in question was currently man-spreading on one of the few dry chairs like a king on his throne, his hand squeezed an armrest and the other one supported his cheek as he pretended to listen at what the hell his ex wife has been telling him for this past hour. He truly was trying to listen to her, there were so many conversations piling on each other, many words were spoken here and there and somehow the moment Eric spoke that sentence so casually to none other than you, his interest perked. He didn't straight up throw daggers at Eric (like you wished he had), but he straightened up the tiniest bit from his relaxed posture, his calm face turning a little hard, no one could tell the change but his ex wife who massaged his shoulder in order to ease him into sharing what was bugging him.

That in exchange made you lean closer to Eric and dismiss his compliment entirely laughing like a fluttered teenager. Even your parents arched a brow at this but honestly? Your selfishness won over, you wanted some short of payback for the uncomfortable feeling of jealousy settling in your gut at the view of Alice eating up all of Gus' attention to the point that some guests even thought they actually came back together. If only they knew...

Wait, if only they knew what? There's nothing to fucking know... But GOD, for real?

Was this really the woman who cheated on Gustavo? Because her puppy demeanor sure as hell contradicted her interest for other men. Gus played nice in return, friendly, kind and familiar. The good old Gus, the Gus everyone knows and who knows everyone. But he never pushed away the moves Alice made to hint him to save all of his attention for her.

The subtle smiles? He would smile back tenderly.

The winks here and there? He stick out his tongue playfully.

The brushes here and there? He would offer his arm for her to take and be guided by him around the crowd like a princess.

That fucking thing she was doing right now? The way she was playing with his locks, twirling, brushing and playfully pulling on his charcoal curls... he shook his head like dog with an adorable squint and Alice laughed in awe by his adorable response and at the sound of this his arm went to the backrest of her chair.

You couldn't help it.

Your abruptly stand almost knocking Eric off of his chair who was too fucking close to you, your lungs surely had been breathing his exhales for half an hour.

"Everyone, i'm on ice cream duty. I'll be back right back alright?"

You were met with chorus of grown-ass adults and children cheering for the frozen goodies, your mother stood up quickly and squeezed your arm.

"Darling enjoy the party, I'll deal with the snacks at home alright?" Your mom gave you a little smile sneaking a look at Eric.

There is no way your mom is trying to set you up with someone. Not the fucking pizza guy, mom. JESUS.

"Mom I think I'm cool, I'll be right-"

"Nonsense!"

You were not going to argue with your mother about this so you gulped down any forming protest and sat down with a defeated look.

Your mother went past you to leave for ice cream duty, the conversations seemed to just get louder, Alice never for a fucking second stopped talking with Gus and now was massaging one of his hands concretely his ring finger as he looked down to their conjoined hands carefully picking up what she was whispering, Maria and Brianna started chasing around Gus' poor old dog almost knocking the drinks from the table, Eric's chair rattled like nails on a bloody blackboard when he closed the distance again, he was hot yeah but his pizza breath and obvious hints for you to leave the party with him right in front of your glaring father were starting to drive you crazy. So with no excuse left to say, you stood up again and walked inside the house.

You ignored a few questioning looks, surely your body language made clear to any bystander you needed to be alone for a fucking minute. Somehow the convention of... of pretty much everything at the party was doing something to your head because you felt so tired, so overwhelmed that taking a breather on the front porch of the house was a must.

You caught some guests at the door making way for them to get inside after their short smoking break, you gave them a forced smile as you passed them by walking towards the grass and sat down.

Your brain was foggy or perhaps empty? You couldn't tell, the only thing you knew for certain was that this party was too much after the moment you had with Gus back home.

A shaky sight broke out of you, your arms wrapped around your shoulders failing to push down the ugly chill that ran through your spine.

And then a question popped in you head.

Were you okay with what happend? You were, gosh... Gus was a good man, a kind man, he was attractive and worked tirelessly to make everyone's life easier specially for his daughter.

But was he okay with this?... What if he was second-guessing himself and what happened? What if he was going all soft and tender over his ex wife because of the guilt he felt?

Imagining Gus' sweet face twisted in a heartbreaking expression of hurt and disconfort made your heart crack. What if he was ignoring you on purpose? What if he chose to stop fucking talking to you? What if he thought you were messing with him? He has a reputation around the neighborhood, the sweet single dad from Costa Rica with a heart of gold and amazing cooking skills. Maybe he thought you wanted to crack into that beautiful picture everyone had of him, made every single person in this neighborhood, maybe in his job or even his family back in his country think he was a monster who seduced his best friend's daughter into fooling around.

Fuck ... fuck...

You thought of your ex boyfriend throwing your stuff out of the window of your last home, throwing you to the streets. Maybe he saw what you did not see in yourself... A selfish prick.

Your eyes squeeze when you bite back a whimper digging your chin to your chest, lowering your head in between your knees, your arms wrapping around your legs in support.

"Mami, hey ..."

You didn't hear him come, his chanclas were left next to the front door he had walked the grass barefooted and approached you, his giant shade shielding you from the dying sun. You didn't move a muscle nor dared to speak not trusting your voice right now, you couldn't even find a reason to explain just why the fuck you were feeling this way.

Suddenly the air changed, a fruity smell delightfully hit your senses and it made you rise your head a little from your crouched position, your eyes peaking from your locks. Gus was kneeling in front of you with the sweetest smile you had ever fucking witnessed, his big moustache was no match to cover the smile that stretched his cheeks upwards, his half moon-shaped eyes crinkled adorably. His cap was off must have left it with Alice, wild curls rained down his sides and swayed with the gentle summer breeze of the upcoming night. You wanted to cry there. He was simply so angelic... Was he here to confirm your fears? To break the news of his discomfort about the whole situation back in the garage?

"Gus I..." he hushed you, both of his hands cupping your cheeks successfully lifting your head compleatly. His smiled upturned the tiniest bit as his golden eyes inspected you in silence, you blushed.

In a blink your bodies moved, you went to kneel with the aid of his hands now holding you carefully close like a wounded dove. His body heat felt too wonderful to be real, you two embraced there. For anyone passing this was a normal comforting hug between two friends. But for you it meant much more. Gosh, how delusional are you?

Gus knew what he was doing, he understood you needed space but he also knew you didn't quite want it. He understood the important of silence, that some words couldn't simply describe thoughts and feelings of one's self. His arms wrapped loosely around your kneeled form, but you pressed your face agaibst his chest firmly demanding more pressure, he obliged.

Soon enough you two cuddled on the grass, your arms around his neck and face pressed against his skin, trying to blind your senses with his scent and heat, he was caressing your thigh drawing mindless patterns with his fingers, his other hand supporting himself from the grass, the rican's soft hum rattled his chest and throat like a purr. He was humming Yellow by Coldplay, a song you were fairly certain your sister picked because she was a huge Coldplay fan.

You hummed along, making him smile once more, he rocked you both along the song with his eyes closed shut.

But soon a russtle under him made his eyelids flutter open meeting your face looking up at him. He lifted his hand brushing your cheek lightly, at that point the ugly demon nesting on your brain had dozed off, the remnants of the past ugly thoughts had left you feeling tired and dizzy, or perhaps it was Gus' sweet scent. Or maybe the way he was softly looking at you.

Or the realization that the way he was looking at you now wasn't at all like the image you painted in your head with his expression broken and betrayed, no. He looked at you with softness, with care, love. His eyes sparkled the same way like the younger more inexperienced Gus from the family picture on the bathroom's hallway did.

His forehead pressed against yours, your noses nuzzled when you moved your head side to side, a chuckle erupting from him at this little gesture. He looked awestruck, the light had dimmed then, like the sun had hid it's light on his eyes and he never made a move to redirect it from your face, from your lips...

Your hand trembled lightly when you cupped his cheek and nuzzled his face the way he did to yours. He closed his eyes then and so did you.

Words were not needed when you could hear both of your hearts beating the same way at the same time. How your pulse quickened when his lips finally touched yours sealing your worries away, the soft grass and Yellow sounding in the background were the only things keeping you from floating away. Gus lips felt so fucking plush and perfect against your own, and the millisecond after you kissed him a little harder a dreamy little hum scaped him, his hands squeezing your cheek as yours found their way tangled on his locks at the back of his neck. Fuck he tasted too good, you needed more.

But your pulse dropped the moment you heard an ice cream container hit the pavement.

Your mother's eyes eating the image before her, his expression almost unsurprised. Almost.

"Mom-"

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