#No you want me me to get eso plus so you can get even more money out of me and even then I would be able to only put 30 item in the home

[sthavoc]

hear me out bestie, an ex's to lovers. like enzo and his gf broke up for some reason but he is winning her back and not letting her go

☆ 🌃 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

𖥔 ࣪˖ pairing: enzo x fem!reader

𖥔 ࣪˖ summary: enzo and you have been broken up for almost a year now. the both of you hang out with the boys and you talk. he wants to win you back, and maybe he will.

𖥔 ࣪˖ warnings: beer. a few cuss words.

𖥔 ࣪˖ note: bestie ofccc!! thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy it!<3 also currently working on more requests so hang tight!! <3 juani and mati were a handful on this one lmao. hope I didn’t miss any grammar mistakes 🙏🏻.

“A ver, chicos ya por favor bájenle a la cerveza.” You grabbed Valentino’s and Juani’s can, but they immediately grabbed it off your hands again. “Ya es la media noche por Dios.”

“Ay no seas aguafiestas nena.” Juani took a long sip of his can as he looked at you, before he began to walk away.

“No, no es que sea aguafiestas Juan Caruso. Es que no tengo ganas de cuidar de nadie.” Your words were followed by a sarcastic smile while your eyes were set on Juani.

The boys and you found yourselves at a park near La Plaza. All of you had agreed to buy a pack of beers and just hang around the park. Though the boys lost count and were starting to get a little tipsy.

“Ay, ¡Es viernes! Se bebe.” Juani dragged the last syllable of his sentence. All of this before Matias spoke—

“Ay se me antojó una pizza ¿Y si vamos por una?” Even before you spoke, all the guys were already saying yes. You knew there was no point in saying no because there was not going to be a no for an answer. Plus a pizza wasn’t a bad idea.

Everyone walked to the nearest Pizzeria of where you were. The guys walked in front as you stayed behind and watched them goof around, doing silly little things. Your arms crossed over your chest as the wind hit you. You felt like the mom of the group right now.

“Dale que yo te ayudo si se descontrolan.” Enzo’s voice comes up behind you making you turn to look at him.

“Ay eso ayudaría. Gracias.” You sighed.

“No hay de que, son una carga. Lo se.” He winks jokingly making a laugh escape out of you.

There was a silence after that. Not peaceful but not graceless either. Like you yearned for to say something but you didn’t know if you should. Enzo felt the same way, but the dissimilarity was that he wanted to say something he just didn’t know what exactly. So he just went with the classic—

“¿Como estás? ¿Como te trata la vida?” His hands rested on the inside of his pockets. He didn’t know if he should mentally slap himself or not for asking that question.

“Pues bien. La verdad nada nuevo, más que cuidar de Blue.” Blue was your 3-year-old cat. Enzo had gotten him for you, for your 1 year anniversary. “¿Y tú?” You glanced at the guys before looking back at Enzo. “¿Como te sientes con tu nuevo estilo de vida?”

Enzo chuckled before he replied. “Pues me va bien. Las fans son-” He puffs out a breath letting his hand drop towards his thigh. “Maravillosas. Los eventos, increíbles.”

To you, it seemed like Enzo was doing amazing. You were proud, there was no doubt about that. “Me da gusto escuchar eso. Estoy orgullosa de ti Enzo.”

“Gracias, nena.” A soft smile crept on Enzo’s lips after his sentence. The both of you walked and walked behind the guys. When he felt like saying something again, Matias spoke—

“Dale pelotudo dame la plata.” He jokingly pushed Juani who just shook his head and picked his hand up in the air. “Como queres que pague ¿ah?”

“Juani, ya dale el dinero a Matías.” You sighed, walking over towards the two of them. You had arrived at the Pizzeria, Juani just had to give Matias the money to go order and pay.

“Ay ya que es joda.” He dragged the last syllable before giving the money to Matias who snatched the bills from his hand.

While Matias went inside and ordered the pizza, you and Enzo stayed with the rest trying to settle them down and avoid any trouble. You had both clutch’s on Esteban and Juani while Enzo had Blas and Agustin (Lain). Valentino had ended up going with Matias. The walk back after the guys came back with the pizza was the same as the walk towards it. Except this time Matias kept putting the pizza box above his head all because Juani wanted a piece.

“Me van a matar.” You sighed as you watched them sit down on the grass with pizza in the middle. You shivered as you felt the breeze of the night whistle on the back of your neck. It sent a wave of shivers through your whole body creating goosebumps.

“Toma, nena.” Enzo came up to you with his jacket in his hand. He noticed you struggling with the cold. This man was like your guardian angel.

“No, estoy bien. Gracias.” Your words made Enzo roll his eyes. He had a feeling you would say no.

“Dale, tenes frío. Toma.” He pressed, extending his hand out even more. This time you accepted and grabbed the jacket off his hand.

“Gracias. Ni cómo pagarte el favor.” A chuckle leaves your lips while a sigh of warmth follows, as you feel the warm heat cover your upper body.

Enzo smiled when he saw you with his jacket on. It had been a long time since the last time he ever did. He didn’t even realized he missed it. Though he did get an idea—

“Déjame que te invite a cenar.”

You looked at him with a smile as your hands rested on the inside of the pockets. You knew what he was trying to do.

“¿Me diste la chaqueta para poder preguntarme esto verdad?” A slight smile carved on your lips, and shortly one did on Enzo’s as well.

“Ya, me vas a decir que no funcionó.” He wanted you to say yes, and he knew it was not going to be easy. His eyes stayed on you as you shook your head still with your smile on. You were gonna answer when Juani called your name— you’ve got to be kidding me. Enzo thought.

“Dale T/N, vengan pa’ acá. ¿Qué hacen allá?” Juani hollered waving for the both of you. “Háganle que se acaba la pizza.”

You and Enzo walked towards the circle as they made space for the both of you. The boys had already eaten, and some still were. Others were on their second round, while you and Enzo barely started.

“Dale pero no seas puerco salame.” Matías pushed Juani’s head towards the side as he watched how the curly head stuck a whole slice of pizza in his mouth, almost choking.

These two were a mess.

After you finished your pizza you had a few sips of your beer and still tried to calm down anything the boys would be doing. For a moment you got on your phone to check the time and realized it was 1:30 a.m. Until from the corner of your eye, you caught a glance of Enzo sitting next to you.

“¿Entonces?” He darted. His hands rested on his knees that he somewhat was hugging.

“¿Entonces?” You repeated, but knowing what he meant. You wanted to see how long it would take for him to keep asking you.

He sighed with a shake of the head and a smile. “¿Me vas a dejar que te invite a cenar?”

Even though Enzo and you had been broken up for almost a year now, you somehow always felt like there was still a spark left inside your heart for him. Perhaps in the moment of your breakup, you felt like it was all gone. But maybe he was starting to dig deeper into your heart and he was beginning to pull the spark again. Though if he was going to ask you out again you were not going to make it easy for him. You were going to give him the same hard time you did as the first time he asked you.

“Mmm, no lo sé. ¿Será que puedes?” Your words made his eyes glow even more than the dimmed light from the street. His lips let out a chuckle.

“Has lo que quieras. Pero voy a robar tu corazón de nuevo, chiquita.” He smirked. His words with a more serious but yet playful tone.

Your lips pressed together trying not to smile. “Ya te quiero ver intentarlo.” He didn’t even know he was already starting to. But you also didn’t want to give him the privilege of knowing he still had a sort of effect on you.

“Te di mi campera. Eso debe de contar.” He motions towards his jacket that you are wearing, with a raise of eyebrows. You beamed down at it before you skimmed back at him and said—

“Oh, vas a tener que esforzarte más, Vogrincic.”

His eyes looked at you with the most sincere look his eyes could possibly give. You could get lost in them forever.

“Si me dejas-” His voice cut off as he heard a scream from one of the boys making him sigh before he tried again. “Si me dejas, te juro que esta vez no te suelto.”

Enzo was determined to do whatever he had to do to get you back. If he had to move the oceans for you, he was certain he would.

just for you.

And that was another reason for you to start giving him a second chance to win your heart again.

#enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic fic #enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic blurb #enzo vogrincic x you #enzo vogrincic one shot #enzo vogrincic imagine

[arachnoia]

necklace ʚɞ ˖✧˖°.| miguel o'hara

miguel o'hara x nb! reader

in which the leader of the powerful spider society falls for one of nueva york's most infamous criminals...

warnings- fluff! not proofread/it’s a drabble! reader is assumed to know/ speak spanish

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"He looks so sad..." Gwen remarked. Miles and Hobie nodded as Pavitr crossed his arms, "It doesn't help that his only best friend is a literal A.I!"

"That's true, mate. It’s like he’s deathly allergic to the idea of fun...And people."

The group judged Miguel from a distance, who was eating his lunch silently...and alone.

Lyla popped out of thin air. "Hey! It's not like I can ignore him even if I wanted to." She rolled her eyes and pointed to Miguel, "He needs some romance here. It's actually sad. Yesterday, his screen time was 23 hours that day!"

Miles scoffed, "You would think with allat screen time, that he would jump on a dating website-"

"Excuse me?"

Miles' eyes widened as he noticed a shadow behind him. "N-Nothing!"

"Right...Once you guys are done, we have a mission. So eat quickly and meet in my office."

Pavitr laughed once he and Lyla left, "How would he get bitches if everyone is scared of him!"

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As soon as they finished eating, Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, and Hobie were met with a fuming Miguel, throwing different metal parts all over the room in frustration.

"Be careful guys, he isn't happy," Margo said, sucking her teeth, "He was just looking at his monitors and just started throwing stuff!"

Hobie patted her shoulder, "Yea mate, we can tell he's not the jolliest right now."

Lyla appeared in front of them and nervously chuckled, "Heyyy guys!"

Miguel slowly turned around to glare at the four Spiders. "Let's go."

Miles raised his eyebrows, "You didn't even tell us what we're supposed to-"

Miguel grabbed Miles by his suit and fumed, "You don't ask me questions."

He let Miles go, causing him to fall as Miguel grabbed his own forehead and groaned, "You know what, stay here. I'll deal with this myself."

He started walking away as the four Spiders looked at each other, stunned.

……..

You flinched slightly as you heard the alarms go off, the screeching hurting your ears, "Damn those alarms."

You were one of Nueva York's most infamous criminals, never being caught by anyone even though the city was home to the Spider Society. That was probably your biggest flex.

You were currently walking through the rubble of the building you just exploded in order to get some stone you've been wanting. It was pretty and you saw it in an exhibition.

Plus it’s fun to get attention from what you considered your hobby; causing a wreckage of Nueva York.

You started to lean on the side of an alleyway as you played with your gold necklace, having replaced your uniform for a basic white shirt, leather jacket, and your favorite tight jeans.

“Eres una pinche pendeja. You’re a fucking IDIOT, N/n!”

You looked behind you and saw your favorite person to get attention from just a few meters away.

“Miguelito! What a pleasure to see you here!” You smiled, waving at him from afar. You mentally cheered. He didn’t have his uniform (which you have always found so sexy on him) and he had his grey turtleneck, black slacks, and some shoes you gifted him which were some retro Air Jordan 1s in black and white. You may or may not have stolen them.

You tilted your head, sensing his anger from miles away. It was amusing to witness.

“Vente pa’ca, Y/n.”

“Why don’t you make me, Miguel?”

Your teasing made him even more upset and you laughed, running swiftly towards him. You stretched your arms, gave him a hug, and stuffed your face on his chest.

“I love your sexy cologne. It smells so good, baby.”

He pulled away from your strong grip and grabbed the bridge of his nose out of frustration, “No puedo más contigo. Why did you do that?!” He said. You smiled at his upset nature and laughed.

“Babyyy, what happened to ‘Hi’ or ‘How are you’? Y tu ya sabes mi respuesta para eso.” You snickered, having your hands on your hips.

“You can’t stop? Can’t you? You’re acting like a goddamn idiot. One of these days, someone is going to catch you and it’s not going to be me,” he sneered while glaring at you.

You scoffed at him and turned your head, gazing at the destruction you caused from afar.

“Oh fuck. how could the Spider Society take this? Their so precious leader going out with me! Little ol’ me! How embarrassing,” you cried out.

“Oh yeah! Me? Spider-man? Going out with Nueva York’s most wanted? God forbid anyone finds out,” he snarled.

The two of you stared at each other before you started cackling. Even Miguel started to chuckle silently.

“M-My god! Miguel, you’re making me look like a crazy person here!” you laughed.

He rolled his eyes and smiled, “That’s ‘cause you are, N/n.”

It was quite an unexpected pairing with you two being close.

You two met at a nightclub after Lyla and Jess forced him to go in order to “loosen up”, they said.

The whole night, he couldn’t help but stare at you as you danced, in nothing but a short crop top and shorts, making your legs look long and sexy.

After mentally preparing himself, you went up to him, buying him a drink and striking conversation.

He liked that about you and how you were so confident.

You were his polar opposite.

Quite literally, after he found you out and caught you vandalizing one of Nueva York’s most famous buildings other than Spider Society headquarters.

He was a mess for the whole week to say the least.

“You know, it would be better if you joined me in a life of crime.”

You went towards him, caressing his face and gazing at his eyes.

“Just the two of us…Imagine all the fun we can have.”

He smiled as he played with your necklace, “I could think of some ways.”

Your eyes lighted up, “So you’re up for it?”

“Absolutely…Not.”

You pouted at him, “But we make such a great team. In the streets and in the shee-“

He glared at you, “I don’t want to hear you finish that sentence.”

He tilted your head upwards, using his fingers to position your chin. “Pero no creas que voy a dejar que me desobedezcas más,” he said as his thumb grazed your lips softly.

“Or what?”

His lips enveloped yours as you began to make out, him pushing you against the wall of a building in the alleyway.

“You don’t want to find out, mi amor.”

You broke from the kiss and gazed up at him. “Who says I don’t wanna find out?”

…….

Miles and Gwen looked at Miguel from across the cafeteria, frightened, “This is kind of scary…”

Pavitr nodded, “It’s like looking at a dog walk with its hind legs.”

“Mate’s smiling while eating. SMILING! The man won’t even LAUGH but he smiles?” Hobie yelps, shaking poor Pavitr as they ravel in Miguel’s unusual behavior.

Miguel then stands up and walks towards the vending mashing in the cafeteria and the group straightens up.

Before he reaches, he stops at their table and glared at them, “What are you guys smiling about?”

Gwen chuckles, “N-Nothing! Hey Miguel, your necklace accessory thing is very-“

“NICE! IT TOTALLY SUITS YOU!” Miles interrupted, smiling ear to ear to get on Miguel’s good side.

“Weirdos..” Miguel muttered as he walked to the vending machine.

While he was pressing the numbers, he couldn’t help but smile a bit and play with his new necklace he had gotten as a gift the day prior.

translations-

Eres una pinche pendeja - You’re a fucking dumbass

Vente pa’ca - Come over here (shortened version of Vente para aća)

No puedo más contigo. - I can’t anymore with you

Y tu ya sabes mi respuesta para eso- And you already know my answer to that

Pero no creas que voy a dejar que me desobedezcas más - But don’t think I’m gonna let you disobey me even more

requests are open on my page if you wanna drop one :)

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[spidybaby]

Okok but hear me out, it's okay if you don't wanna do it, I just keep thinking of this scenario😭 Reader helping Pedri shave even if she loves his beard and now that he's injured, he's growing it and one day she notices and it's like "Ok, let's do some shaving" and he's like "No, you like it and I'm not playing, the beard is staying"

"I hopped off the plane at LAX with a dream and my cardigan." You sing using the hair brush as a microphone. "Welcome to the land of fame excess"

"Woah" Pedri shouts as he walks into the bathroom. "Am I gonna fit in?"

He was helping you with your routine

You both laugh but continue with the singing, changing to a Quevedo song.

"Dale caele uh uh uhhhh," you point at him, he blush at the thought of the World Cup and the video of him singing this song. "Dance with me."

You play a bachata song, grabbing his hands and pulling him to be closer. One hand on your waist and the other intertwine with yours.

"Te diría que volvieras pero eso no se pide." He sings while moving his hips at the rhythm of the song.

You dance in the middle of the bathroom. Laughing and enjoying each others company, something you loved about him. Every moment was like the first time.

"Okay, let's finish here so we can see that movie you like." He kisses your cheek, breathing your smell.

"Can I help with your skin care?"

"Only if we match headbands."

You laugh, nodding your head. You open the drawer where you have some hair bands, clippers, bobbypins.

You grab two blue headbands, the same ones you got with the purpose of him using it while leaning how to do his skincare.

"Okay, come here." You place the headband on his head, making sure to place it right so his now dry hair doesn't get wet again. "Pepi, not to be a hater, you know I love your beard, but I think you need to shave."

You squish his cheeks, kissing his now ducky lips.

"Oh please, mom says it looks good." He pouts, bringing his hands to his face. "Plus, I'm not playing, so it's not like I have to forcefully shave it."

"And it does look good, you look amazing."

He notices how you want to say something else but you stopped.

"But?"

"But you're letting it grow a little too much."

He turns to the mirror, hands patting his cheeks, trying to make it less crazy.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, mi amor." You massage his shoulders, kissing the nape of his neck. "You know you look amazing with every look you pull."

But he's not convinced. Now that you mention he did, in fact, let it grow a little more than usual.

"Pedro?" You ask after he stared at himself for a good five minutes. "Sorry if I made you feel bad, I didn't mean that."

But it wasn't about that. It was about him maybe being to attach to this look. It makes him look older, and to him, that's good.

Being in a job where most of your workmates are older or with stronger looks makes him feel some type of way. Being young is good, but not when the ultras decide to comment on how of a kid he resemble.

"Do me a favor."

"Yes, whatever you need."

"Come here." He opened his arms to you, embracing you and making you turn to the counter of the double sink.

He kisses your head, getting out of the hug but not letting you go. His hands on your hips, lifting you carefully, making you take a seat on the counter.

"You, preciosa." He taps your nose. "Are going to be my barber today."

He prepares everything, taking a new razor, some shaving cream, and his after shave lotion.

You watch him move around the bathroom. Still feeling a little bad about the comment, not thinking it will make him feel some type of negative way.

"You didn't do anything wrong, stop with those puppy eyes, amor." He says, placing the things next to you.

"You really don't have to. I love your beard so much."

"A new look never fails, plus this baby will grow back in a few days, so don't worry." He leans over to kiss you. "Now, grab some shaving cream and apply it to my face."

You let him guide you through it, carefully smearing the cream on him. Laughing at him, looking weird.

"Pedro." You laugh, he kissed you and left some cream on you face. "Stop it, let's be serious."

"Okay, now pay attention." He says, tapping the back of the razor on your head. "Don't press it too hard, like when you shave. And don't worry about timing, we have all night."

You nod, nervous about the job. He wet the blades and handed you the razor. You think where to start and decide that you're using the same logic that you use when saving.

So you begin with his left cheek. Hand shaking a little, and tongue out in concentration.

"Ouch." He screams, backing off and turning his back to you.

"Joder. Pedro, I'm so sorry." You were panicking, thinking you were being gentle.

He turns back to you, laughing. You grab the hand towel you have on your lap and throw it at him.

"Not funny." You pout.

"You should have seen your face." He laughs, forehead sticked to yours. "Such an easy target."

"Quit it." You warn him with a smile. You push him by the shoulders. Opening the water and wetting the blade again.

After some time and some light jokes, you finished the job. You turned on your seat to the mirror, where he was retouching some areas you were scared of doing.

You helped him with taking every extra of cream. Adding some after shave lotion, carefully patting his skin to finish with the job.

"God, you look so fresh and handsome."

"I'll give you two days before you start asking me to let it grow."

You laugh, splashing some water from your wet hands onto his face. "I love every look."

"Thanks for the help, missis Barber." He jokes, arms around you, chin on top of your head.

"Same time next week?"

"Yeah, fuck no." He says, making you both laugh.

♡♡♡

🏷: Miss @gadriezmannsgirl 💕🤭

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[v--143]

Hiiiii

Ik you're kinda busy rn and plus you have more fics requests

But, can I ask for a lee!Seungmin and ler!Jeongin fic??

Maybe Seung woke up in a lee mood that day and was trying to provoke his members (yk, the usual)

So, during the fanmeet, he kept touching Jeongin's side, Innie got sick of if and finally gave him what he wanted at home

Durante eso, se da cuenta de lo mucho que Seungmin lo ama y desde entonces siempre lo ayuda cuando se siente así :3

I just created the whole story

I'm sorry💔

But anyways I'd love to read this more detailed and written by you :3

That's it, hope you have a good day (or night??)

Thank you, stay healthy<3

-🐹

I LOVE everything about this 🥰 I appreciate the detailed plot line actually! It gives me more to work with so it’s better ^^ THANK U🐹

❤️‍🩹For the sake of this story, they all live within their subunits! 3racha , danceracha, Vocalracha!

Hope you ENJOYYY <3

< Wanted It >

[Lee! Seungmin]

[Ler! Jeongin]

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Seungmin stretched his arms out while kicking the blankets back on his bed. It was 9am on a Saturday, day 1 of their fanmeet with Stays started in just a few hours! He was excited for it, especially since that’s usually when the members felt more playful and they could really connect with their fans. He played with his outstretched hands in front of him, scribbling his fingers over his own palms as he sighed.

He really hoped today he could get what he had been craving for the past few days, maybe even weeks. He just wanted that squirmy joyful feeling of hands all over him to elicit laughter he so deeply wanted to be forced out of him. Of course, he’d never admit it to the rest of the members, nor get the guts to even mention it… but it couldn’t hurt to try and get them in on what he wanted somehow.

If there’s a will, there’s a way, right?

-

“Seungmin, stop” Chan said as Seungmin kicked at his phone again. He was laid down across 4 seats on the van they all rode to the fanmeet arena. His feet rested on Chan’s lap while his head was on IN’s. He continuously kicked at the phone in Chan’s hands with his feet, trying to knock it out.

“sEuNgMiN sToP” He mocked.

He kicked at his hands again and knocked his phone straight onto the van floor. They just happened to be going over a speed bump, so it slid all the way down the van and under seats.

“HAHAHA” Seungmin laughed at Chan’s frustrated face as he got up to get it. While it was hilarious and fun to annoy him, he didn’t get the end result he particularly wanted.

“You’re gonna piss him off with that one day” IN told him.

“He’ll live” Seungmin said, now swatting at IN’s phone.

“Hey! You’re gonna piss me off one day soon if you keep it up too”

“You’ll live.”

Seungmin grabbed at IN’s wrists and began shaking them around, making it impossible for him to type or do anything with his phone.

“What is wrong with you today?! Let me go!” He quickly snatched his hands out of Seungmin’s grip and ruffled his hair. When he realized he wasn’t planning on stopping his annoying attack though, IN resorted to laying his elbows on top of his chest.

“Hehehey!” Seungmin whined as IN’s elbows shuffled around on his chest.

“No! You started it!” IN said.

“NAhah stohop moving!” Seungmin giggled as IN’s elbows shuffled around his collarbones and upper chest area.

“Why are you laughing now” IN raised an eyebrow.

“Ohoff!” Seungmin’s face turned red as he quickly shoved his elbows off his chest. He covered himself with his arms in an X form as IN shook his head and continued typing on his phone. It didn’t take long for Seungmin to snatch it out of his hands again and refuse to give it back.

“It’s almost like you want me to kill you” IN said annoyed.

Seungmin just giggled and eventually gave the phone back once he realized IN wasn’t going to continue his attack from before. Slightly disappointed, he lifted his head off his lap and sat a few seats down.

Whatever game Seungmin was playing at, it didn’t go unnoticed by IN.

-

“Play the song please!” Felix told the band on stage as him and Lee Know got in position. They were going to dance to the yoasobi idol challenge, as per Stays request. The rest of the members were sat in front of them waiting for the music to begin. Seungmin was sat beside IN, who was leaned into his shoulder while watching Felix go crazy with the dance.

“WOOO go Yongbo- HEHEY” IN jerked and grabbed at his side as Seungmin stared forward, smirking.

He looked at Seungmin and shook his head, smiling as he readjusted his position and laid down on his stomach with his arms stretched out to watch them dance. A few seconds later though, he felt a poke under his arm followed by some light scribbles to his neck and chest. IN elbowed Seungmin’s hand as he turned to face him.

“Quihit hyung- AAHA” IN yelled as Seungmin grabbed his wrist and yanked his arm forward, giving him full access to his underarm.

“NOAHAH SEUHUHUNGMIN STOP” IN laughed loudly as some of the members turned to see what was going on. IN eventually managed to pull away and curled in on himself while Seungmin pointed at him and laughed. He army-crawled his way closer to him and stared up with big puppy eyes.

“Whyhy!” IN said, holding his arms close to him body.

“Because!”

“Watch yourself, I mean it!” IN said raising his eyebrows.

Seungmin smiled wide, the corners of his eyes crinkling and his pretty teeth on full display. He scrunched his nose and giggled as he put his head back down to watch Lix and Minho finish their dance.

IN was still turned to his hyung when he put his head down. He took a few seconds to take in Seungmin’s big smile and loud, satisfying laugh. He was getting sick of his antics though, always poking at him or grabbing his sides whenever he could. It almost seemed like he wanted him to get revenge.

Well, if that was the case, today would be the day after the embarrassing stunt he pulled in front of the members and thousands of Stays. He would see just how he liked to have his own tactics used against him.

-

Seungmin grabbed Changbin’s hand as they all bowed together and said their goodbyes to Stays. He waved out to the thousands of them in the crowd. It was amazing to him how far they’d gotten as a group, how close they were and how nice it was to have the opportunity to-

Two Stays in the crowd caught his eye. They were 3 rows back from the very front. It was 2 girls who seemed to be friends. One of them was waving frantically with both hands at Seungmin, jumping up and down while shouting something at him. The other was looking at her fondly when she suddenly grabbed her sides and began shaking and and digging her fingers in. The jumping girl shot her arms down quickly and they both sunk to the ground laughing, the attacking girl then starting to try and get Seungmin’s attention instead.

He felt a bit frozen. He laughed along with them and waved down at them, causing them both to scream and interlock hands. He smiled and walked away slowly, cheeks burning, thinking if what he felt was jealousy or not. He wanted to be grabbed like that and laugh like that. He continued to walk, but stayed in the same area looking down at the same 2 girls with a mixture of envy and want in his eyes.

IN was a few feet away, observing.

The large curtains began to fall slowly as Chan motioned for the members to fall back behind it. Some even got on the ground to wave their final goodbyes to Stays until day 2 tomorrow. Seungmin waved one last time and wrapped his arms around his torso.

-

The ride back felt longer than the drive there, probably because Seungmin was too focused on daydreaming about you know what. He had caught himself smiling way too many times and hoped nobody had noticed. IN was acting a little more distant than before the meet though, which confused Seungmin since he didn’t recall anything happening between them or to him during it.

“..What are you doing” IN said as Seungmin sat on one of his thighs and leaned his back into his face, “get off me.”

“Don’t be mean” Seungmin complained as he closed his eyes and crossed his arms, laying his head back onto Innie’s shoulder.

“Don’t sleep on mee we’re literally almost there” IN whined. He didn’t want to destroy him just yet.

He began to bounce his leg up and down and Seungmin had to uncross his arms in order to stay balanced and not bust his ass on the van floor. IN used this as an excuse to “hold him still” and grabbed his sides right under his arms.

“AHah” Seungmin quickly shot his arms down and turned to face IN. Instead of looking back at him though, IN began to dig his thumbs into the back of his underarms while still bouncing his leg.

Seungmin leaned his body forward and shuffled from side to side. It wasn’t until IN used one of his hands to scribble at his side that he (unintentionally) shot up like a rocket and smacked Innie’s forehead.

“You’re an ass” Seungmin said.

“I’m the ass?! Okay” IN said as the van came to a stop.

Everyone got up, save for Han who was being shaken awake by Felix, and stepped out the van. Seungmin followed close behind IN only to continuously jab at his back ribs while IN tried his best to breathe and channel his annoyance into later.

-

A few hours had passed and Seungmin had had enough of his stupid thoughts about stupid laughter and stupid hands over him. He made his way to the kitchen where IN was putting some things away and wrapped his arms around his torso.

“What do you want” IN said smiling. He was still organizing and didn’t pay too much attention to his Hyung wrapped around his stomach.

“Bored.”

“We did so much today, how are you not tired?!”

“I don’t know I’m just not! I’m bored and not even exhausted yet” Seungmin began playing with the strings from IN’s hoodie.

“Well maybe you should’ve done more then” IN joked. Seungmin suddenly grabbed the strings of IN’s hoodie and pulled them down, closing the collar. Seungmin burst out laughing as IN quickly went for his collar and opened the strings back up.

“What is wrong with you! You’re so done” IN said as he lunged towards Seungmin. He yelled and began to run towards his room with IN hot on his tail. He grabbed at Seungmin’s shirt and held onto it as they ran.

“LET ME GOHO” Seungmin screamed in nervous anticipation. He got to his room and tried to shut the door in IN’s face, which completely backfired as IN burst through it and picked Seungmin up with ease. He slammed him down onto the bed on his side and began to knead into his left set of ribs with both hands.

“WOAHAHAHA IM SOHORRYAHAHA” Seungmin screamed as IN continued to dig between the spaces of his ribs and scribble all around them.

“Maybe now you’ll finally be exhausted!” IN teased.

Seungmin threw his head back laughing loudly and kicked out. He was bucking and struggling significantly despite the wide smile he wore and how happy he seemed.

Seungmin was laid down with his back against IN’s chest when IN suddenly grabbed both his wrists with one hand and held them against his (Seungmin’s) own chest, then wrapped his legs around Seungmin’s legs and used his free hand to tickle his lower stomach.

“AHAHA HAHAHA” Seungmin laughed as he tried to free his wrists and legs from IN’s grip. His stomach squirmed and spasmed involuntarily with every touch from IN. It was much worse when he began to trail off onto Seungmin’s sides and hips.

“PLEHEHEASE INNIEEAHA HYUHUNG”

“Don’t ‘Hyung’ me you’ve been annoying all damn day!”

IN was laughing along with Seungmin as he tickled him. Seungmin somehow managed to free his wrists from IN’s grip and tried to quickly crawl away, which was a mistake since his legs were still trapped. IN quickly unwrapped their legs and got on his knees to trap Seungmin under him, continuing his attack on his upper half.

Seungmin thrashed from side to side while kicking at the bed as IN got him in any way he could. Teasing at his collarbones, vibrating under his arms, digging his fingers into his ribs like a piano, pretending he was about to attack one spot just to move to another, and so on. One thing he did notice though, was the lack of “stop” he heard come out of Seungmin’s mouth.

“PLEHEHAHAA AHAHAA”

“Please what?” IN said as he rapidly squeezed under his ribcage.

“JUHUST PLEHEHEASE”

“Please continue? Please keep going? I don’t know what you’re asking of me”

Seungmin’s face turned a dark shade of red as soon as those words came out IN’s mouth. Little did he know that was exactly what Min had been longing to tell him, but couldn’t bring himself to. He just stopped talking and let himself laugh.

“I’m not hearing a rebuttal~” IN said. He was a bit confused himself. He thought Seungmin would have hated being absolutely wrecked like this, but started to realize that it was the complete other way around.

Cute.

IN slowed his attack and just wiggled his fingers slowly on the middle of Seungmin’s abdomen. He stared down at him with a smirk as he covered his still very red face with his hands.

“Hm?”

“Stohop please” Seungmin giggled.

“You want me to?” IN said as he stopped the motion of his fingers.

Seungmin didn’t say anything and just breathed into his hands.

“You seemed soooo intent on annoying me the whole day, hm?” IN said.

“I’m sohorry for a- annohoying you” Seungmin panted.

IN was expecting him to admit it, but that seemed harder for him to do than he had previously thought.

“Oh come ON. You know you love it just say it already”

Silence.

“Fine then, be that way.”

IN turned around and swiftly sat on Seungmin’s chest. He huffed out and yelped.

“WHAahat?! Get ohoff of MEHEHEAHA” Seungmin began screaming once again as IN slowly lifted his sweater, exposing his stomach to the cold air of the room.

“STOHOP QUIHIHIT”

“Nope, I gave you the opportunity to say that before and you didn’t. You either admit it now or you suffer” he said as he began to playfully tickle all over his bare stomach and sides. Seungmin threw his head back and slapped at IN’s back as he begged him not to make him say it.

“Just admit it!”

“ADMIT WHAHAT”

“That this makes you happy! That you enjoy it!!”

“NAHAHAHA” Seungmin covered his face as he bucked his hips at the intense feelings going on at his torso, “I CAHANT”

“Can’t admit it or can’t take it? Probably both” IN laughed.

“AH HAHA, PLEHEHASE HYUHUNG”

“OHOH MY GOD”

“SHIHIT OKAY OHKAHAY I AHAAH ITS GOOHOD IM HAHAPPY” Seungmin screamed out.

“Awww” IN cooed as he continued his attack on Seungmin’s torso. He really wasn’t planning on stopping just because he admit it, he just wanted to have some threat behind it. He really did find it sweet though that Seungmin enjoyed this so much, and that he finally got the guts to say it out loud.

“NOHO NOT AWW” Seungmin bucked, “GET OHOFF OF MEEE”

“Have you always been this ticklish? Yknow you could’ve avoided your worries and told me a long time ag-“

“SHUHUT UP SHUT UPAHA STOP TAHALKING ABOUT IT”

“So you don’t want me to help you when you’re in one of your moods again?”

Seungmin stopped talking at this, his face turning a whole new shade of red at the thought of being able to receive what he longed for whenever he wanted. Did he want that? Of course, more than anything. Admitting it to his best friend was what got in the way.

“Is that a yes or a no?” IN questioned, already knowing the answer. He slowed his attack and waited.

Silence again.

“Seungmin…” he said with his hands up in claw form above his stomach, “I’m giving you till three.”

“Ohoh my Gohohod” Seungmin said, smacking at his back.

“Three” IN lowered his head and shook his hair on the expanse of Seungmin’s abs. He screamed and bucked his hips at the feathery feeling across his stomach.

“YES! YEHEHES OKAHAY AAAAAHHAAHAHA”

IN hopped off a panting Seungmin’s chest as he lowered his shirt back down.

“Was it that hard” IN asked with an innocent head tilt.

Seungmin curled into a ball and covered his burning face with a pillow. He refused to look IN in the face and just giggled as he rubbed at his stomach.

IN began to poke over his torso and legs until he finally let go of the pillow on his face. He pointed at him and laughed, teasing about how red it was and how loud he was laughing.

“Aauuugghhh” Seungmin shook his head and whined towards the ceiling.

“You’re a child.”

“You’re the youngest.”

IN poked Min’s side as he shuffled to the other end of the bed.

“Truce?” IN said, “well, until you’re wanting more, that is.”

“Dohon’t say it like that” Seungmin whined, “it’s embarrassing.”

“I don’t think it is.”

“Shhhhh” Seungmin’s eyelids began to give out on him, now feeling much more exhausted than before.

IN ruffled his hair and helped adjust his body on the bed. He pulled some blankets over him but didn’t leave the room before pulling them back off again and running out, giggling. Seungmin scoffed as he heard him yell “goodnight idiot” down the hall.

Seungmin wrapped himself up in his blankets and felt livid. While the attack exhausted him, he felt more awake and energetic than ever. He’d just been told to ask for it whenever he wants and he didn’t know how to feel about it. Ecstatic was one word. Amazed was another. Happy and excited and grateful were probably best though. To be honest, he wanted to march down to IN’s room and ask for more in that very moment.. but he decided to leave that to be tomorrows mission of the day. Asking for it.

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Lee. Kim. Seungmin.

He’s so cute. Love of my life

Hope it was GOOOD ^^

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[jazz-kitty]

1, 2 , 7, 8 :3

1. favorite character[s]

ive already talked about kenneth and flora BUT! runner up is cera i think. i haven't seen her in a million years but that's okay. i think she's incredibly fucked up and i want to get her #OUT of her mental and also physical ice prison.

im preddyyyyyyy sure rn that angie is a fucked up cursed version of anju, but as "angie" she still made a servant. it just happens to be in the image of cella- taking some of her likeness & kind of her name- because even deep down the fragments of anju in angie still cares for cella. but i dont actually know. i think her dedication to angie is super fucked up and interesting though. angie doesn't care whether her meat homunculus made of illegal magic lives or dies, but cera is also so incredibly willing to lay down her life for her boss that somehow it works out. well. hopefully it stops working out bc i want cera to be able to live for herself but. AH! not much to say since it all happened like six chapters ago now sicne anyones even thought of cera but i still spin her aorund in my brain bc she's epic as hell. my friend said her ace was a morpeko :(((( thats so CUTE!!!

2. least favorite character[s]

i don't like saki or karen. what do you do when a character for most of their screentime is intended to be comedic relief and then you just don't find them funny. i feel like such a nerd but i just don't think they have jokes and theres not much else to like about them ToT at least as it stands. idk. even then i'll still draw both of them no problem i am not exactly a professional at disliking characters. my main issue with them is that they don't appeal to my sense of humor and if i'm drawing & writing them they do. so. problem solved?

erick is also kind of up there but he stays in his lane over in poison type gearen city [forgot the actual name] so he doesn't bother me as much. plus he has cat ears so he gets bonus points.

7. favorite friendship[s]

patty & cera have they ever talked? NO! have they ever talked about each other? NO! in a hypothetical situation, would it be kind of cute? YEAH!

for ones that r actually on screen though. i loveee neved & nastasia. even if it was just 1 conversation, i love their dynamic. the two most mature [AUTHORS NOTE: does not mean they are mature. just means they are not zetta geara or madelis] xen members havin a little chat and i'm TUNED IN!!!! and their shared affection for ren is so cute. they both know it's a bad idea and they BOTH tell each other it's a bad idea, and then immdiately just go Anyways, because they r BOTH going to continue caring about ren anyways. whateverrr. i think it's cute.

honorable mention delpha and adam. theyr eso sweet. they love each otherrrrrrrr they make fun of each other so much but they would kill someone for each otherrr <3

8. favorite family dynamic

florin and flora you're so. i talk about them too much. florin disowning flora after finding out she's in bladestar is soooo. oh my goodness! and then trying to get her the death penalty too!!! i think about how after florin says that he just wishes flora would trust him more- that he's there for her, if only she'd let him be- flora says THIS

its so. god dude. i feel like it's not just that flora was leading bladestar, but selfishly- florin cares more about the fact that flora never told him about it. and its soooo. oh my god. both of them care[d] about the other so much but are far too fucked up to ever be able to show it. flora feels like she's the only one who can ever get her job done- especially after rune turned her down- and she wants to keep florin SAFE by keeping him out of everything. and florin just wants to BE THERE for his SISTER!!! without understanding until darchlight cave why she's making it so difficult to!!! god!!! it's so evil how many times things could've gotten better and how many chances flora had to just let her brother love her and how every single time she refuses and florin gets pushed a little closer to the edge of a metaphorical cliffside. me when im in a lack of communication challenge and my opponent is flora who thinks letting her brother think she hates him and actively trying to get him to hate her is the simplest way to handle things. i hate rejuv

#jazzask #ive been awfully busy as of late but im excited to get back to playing rejuv soon... #just started chapter 15 last i played! im nearly thereeeeeeee

[saturniandragon]

How about... the bouquet of flowers and the wheat/grain with OCs if your choice ? Oh and the lil sprout because Adrastea's dwarven spider is important.

💐- Where is this oc's favorite place to relax?

(I hope this is the correct emoji for flower bouquet because I'm not the type to use emojis sdsfdshg)

Zanri: Zanri can relax almost anywhere, even when he's a few treads away from a live battlefield. His favorite though? His personal library in his new home in Summerset. He's always wanted to be a bookworm, and while he doesn't always have the time to read, it gives him a peace of mind that he has a place to temporarily escape from the harsh world. Plus points if he happens to have Summerset gingerose tea at hand.

Vani: Vani is restless, like a constant fire that doesn't want to be put out. But all flames must refuel from time to time to keep it burning, and she happens to find peace in cooking after she has settled with her step brother in Summerset. Which at first slightly concerns Zanri as it means she has access to fire, but so far she hasn't exploded the kitchen.

Adrastea (ESO): Adrastea used to fish as a hobby and a source of income before he was involved in "global three-way fight bullshit." Nowadays he has less patience to wait for a salmon to catch his bait and will rather jump straight into the water to catch it like a bear. Or a crocodile.

Merri'sa: It involves a bow, a handful of arrows and a bunch of empty bottles. Yes, she relaxes by doing archery practices. After finding the "shooting range" behind the Companions building being too small, she resorted to creating her own shooting range east of Whiterun, along the river. Also books. She's a total history nerd.

Adrastea (Saturn): Bedroom. That's it, nothing special. He likes sleeping. If not sleeping, driving his McLaren around the city.

Jesse: Same as Adra. She likes sleeping. And occasionally they sleep together, if you catch my meaning.

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🌾- How does this oc get along with people they just met?

Zanri: If you meet Zanri just be ready to get the posh treatment. Years of mingling among the high elves have really bled into his behavior. Minus the superiority complex and condescending demeanor, because he is still humble at heart. He'll probably invite you to afternoon biscuits, evening tea, or other boring things that the Altmer do.

Adrastea (ESO): You've survived this long and Adrastea lets you stick around. Congrats! But don't get expectations too high, because he's still a cunt. Apparently he employs "if you can't handle me at my worst, you don't deserve me at my best" although whether that's intentional or not is another matter. Just be ready to make tea at any given moment.

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🌱- Does this oc have any pets? Do they have any pets they want?

Zanri: Zanri has adopted two cats, one is named Ahravani al-Karim (lol). The other is a random stray cat he picked up off the streets of Auridon that's almost as clingy as his sister, and would jump onto his arms whenever he's nearby. More often than not he has to leave it back home so as to not interfere with his assignments.

Vani: A dog. Or that's what she wants, anyway. Zanri wouldn't let her have a dog in the house because there's already a house cat in it. Although secretly she's been feeding stray dogs in Shimmerene with food leftovers.

Adrastea (ESO): If hand-built Dwemer contraptions count as pets, he has two of them. None of them has names, so one can wonder how he exactly communicates with them without confusing the two. He hasn't been seen using a Dwemer control rod or any other apparatus when interacting with them and it almost appears as though he's using telepathy.

The Dwarven spider is powered by a soul gem that accidentally contains the soul of a guar, and while he can easily change it out for a different soul gem, he's already too comfortable with it. Carrying it on his back when he made the run from Morrowind to Valenwood was a chore, but he didn't have the heart to leave it behind.

His Dwarven ebon wolf spends most of its time "sleeping" because it's too high maintenance/power hungry for his liking. He would only wake it up if he needs to travel far or through rough terrain.

#oc: zanri al anaqi #oc: ahravani al karim #oc: adrastea (eso) #oc: merri'sa #oc: adrastea #oc: jesse

[kira-bitz]

Edd was already fed up with his situation. How had it come to this? Well, the events have not happened long ago, they were still fresh in his memory.

And it was that his parents didn't saw with good eyes that, as he grew up, Edd developed a greater interest in cartoons and comics. Even traditional arts like painting and sculpture were alternatives they were willing to accept for their oldest son, but comics? Animations? He wasn't even talented enough to stand out from the crowd and have a promising future. This is how, when Edd mentioned his intention to study animation after finishing his studies at school, his father didn't hesitate to give him an ultimatum:

- Either you choose a traditional career as how it has to be, or you finance them by your own.

Edd already saw that answer coming, so he wasn't discouraged by his father's words. In a way he understood his fear, but that wasn't going to stop him, he would prove to them that he could fulfill his dream with or without their help. He had already planned what to do in advance, because due to the great income of money from his family, he knew that the loan or grant options wouldn't allow him to cover much of the cost of his studies if he continued living with them, so he was already focused in finding a part-time job. On the other hand, his friends Matt and Tom told him about their intentions to share a flat, in order to live in a more central place. Nothing could go wrong.

But there he was a year later, exhausted from the fifth merchandise landing of the night at the supermarket. Too tired to get home and get on with his college projects, he just wanted a shower and sleep. Wasn't there another type of work that drained less of his energy? A job that didn't take up so many hours of his day?

This is how Edd began to investigate in different places, increasingly corrupt sites, until in one of them reached at his ears the information of a certain business that was done in a night pool club, where in exchange for "requests" of clients a good sum of money was paid. Edd hesitated to try after seeing what kind of requests there were, but one in particular caught his eye.

“A guy on my campus constantly harasses me. I have denounced him repeatedly, but I haven't received a response from the authorities since he has not physically attacked me. I just want to give him the scare of his life so he can leave me alone. I'm scared."

Edd thought about it for a moment as he looked at the contact number attached to the application and the amount to be received for said service. He was tall, maybe not the most muscular boy, but he had knowledge of fights from his most rebellious school years. Plus, he had a pretty convincing dummy gun. Maybe... he could try.

When the day came, Edd took one last look at the photo of a blond young man to confirm that it was the same one he was watching casually walking down the sidewalk in front of him. He crossed the street while pulling on his hood and shoved the boy shorter than him into the alley, away from the public view. He grabbed him by the neck almost lifting him off the ground as the guy emitted little screams of terror:

- I know you, George Smith. I know where you live, your boring schedule, and that you were now on your way to see your friends Tyler and Henry at the place a few blocks from here. Too bad I'll have to spoil your fun.

Wide-eyed in sheer terror, the smaller guy watched as Edd took his gun from his back pocket, pulled the hammer and aimed it at George's head.

- If I see you near Miss Emily Brown again, I will come for you again, and I will not be alone.

Between screeches and gasps from George from the tight grip, Edd slammed his knee into his stomach, completely knocking the air out of his lungs. Finally, before George could catch his breath, and with one swift movement, Edd hit George over the head with his gun, knocking him out instantly.

The tallest one looked at the scene for a second and felt the adrenaline rush inside him. He has never felt something like this. It reminded him a bit of the school fights of yesteryear but with a much greater intensity. He felt control and uncontrolled at the same time. He liked it.

Slowly, Edd began to take more and more requests from people he called "in a situation of need for not acting of the law" sometimes allying with others like him when the service required more than one individual, and even going so far as to buy a real gun and learn how to use it to take less risk. With this new inflow of money, he could leave his other job since in less hours he was earning much more, he could pay for his studies without problem, improve his work team and pay the rent for his home.

And so he did, the day his new computer and drawing tablet arrived was the happiest day of his life. Tom and Matt were undoubtedly happy for him and when he finally had everything set up he called them over to see his latest model equipment. Edd didn't expect them to come into his room filming and celebrating the fruit of so much hard work. Between congratulations they took one last photo to keep for the memory.

- Thanks guys. You are the best.

Finally, already in the darkness of the night, an Edd could be seen without being able to sleep. Since, although in a couple of years he should no longer have the need to continue with this work, something had awakened in his being that said that what began as a need, was turning into an obsession.

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Well here I brought the first promised backstory of the boys in the EW Lone Digger AU. I hope you like it! Please remember that this is fiction and that threatening people is bad, carrying weapons is bad, illegality is bad, etc asdfg.

And there is a small cameo of Ghost Friends since I will be part of the team of the first episode as character designer and that makes me happy 💖.

I take this opportunity to comment it is very likely that next week I will open commissions again, but I must adjust the prices and it will be probably 5 slots only for now.

Y para mi gente hispanohablante, abajo del Seguir Leyendo se encuentra la versión en español 😘

Edd ya estaba harto de su situación. ¿Cómo había llegado a esto? Bueno, los sucesos no habían ocurrido hace mucho, aún seguían frescos en su memoria.

Y es que sus padres no vieron con buenos ojos que, a medida que crecía, Edd desarrollaba un interés mayor por las caricaturas e historietas. Incluso artes tradicionales como pintura y escultura eran alternativas que estaban dispuestos a aceptar para su hijo mayor, pero ¿comics? ¿animaciones? Ni siquiera tenía tanto talento como para destacar del montón y tener un futuro prometedor. Así fue como, cuando Edd les mencionó sus intenciones de estudiar animación al terminar sus estudios en el colegio, su padre no dudó en darle un ultimátum:

- O eliges una carrera tradicional como corresponde, o la financias por tu cuenta.

Edd ya veía venir esa respuesta, por lo no se desanimó con las palabras de su padre. De cierta forma entendía su temor, pero eso no iba a detenerlo, les probaría que podía cumplir su sueño con o sin su ayuda. Ya tenía planificado qué hacer de antemano, pues debido a la gran entrada de dinero de su familia, sabía que las opciones de préstamos o subvenciones no le permitirían cubrir gran parte del valor de sus estudios si seguía viviendo con ellos, así que ya estaba mentalizado en encontrar un trabajo de medio tiempo. Por otra parte, sus amigos Matt y Tom le habían comentado sus intenciones de compartir un piso, para de esta forma vivir en un lugar más céntrico. Nada podría salir mal.

Pero ahí estaba un año después, agotado por del quinto desembarque de mercadería de la noche en el supermercado. Muy cansado como para llegar a casa y avanzar en sus proyectos universitarios, solo quería una ducha y dormir. ¿No existía otro tipo de trabajo que drenara menos de su energía? ¿Un trabajo que no ocupara tantas horas de su día?

Así fue como Edd se dedicó a investigar en diferentes sitios, sitios cada vez más corruptos, hasta que en uno de ellos llegó a sus oídos la información de cierto negocio que se hacía en un club de pool nocturno, donde a cambio de “solicitudes” de clientes se pagaba una buena suma de dinero. Edd, al ver el tipo de solicitudes que se habían dudó en intentarlo, pero uno en particular le llamó la atención.

“Un sujeto del campus me acosa constantemente. Lo he denunciado en reiteradas ocasiones, pero no he tenido respuesta de las autoridades ya que no me ha agredido físicamente. Solo quiero que le den el susto de su vida para que me deje en paz. Tengo miedo.”

Edd lo pensó un momento mientras observaba el número de contacto adjunto a la solicitud y el monto a recibir por dicho servicio. Él era grande, tal vez no el chico más musculoso, pero tenía conocimiento en peleas de su etapa escolar más rebelde. Además, tenía un arma falsa bastante convincente. Quizás… podría intentarlo.

Llegado el día, Edd miró por última vez la foto de un joven rubio para corroborar que era el mismo al que estaba observando caminar despreocupadamente por la vereda de en frente. Cruzó la calle mientras se colocaba la capucha y empujó al chico más pequeño que él al callejón, alejándolos de la vista pública. Lo sujetó del cuello casi levantándolo del suelo mientras el chico emitía pequeños chillidos de terror. Sacó su arma y apuntó a su cabeza:

- Te conozco, George Smith. Sé dónde vives, tu aburrido horario y que ahora te dirigías a ver a tus amigos Tyler y Henry en el local a unas cuadras de aquí. Lástima que tendré que arruinar tu diversión.

Con los ojos abiertos de puro terror, el chico más pequeño vió cómo Edd tomaba su arma del bolsillo trasero, jalaba el percutor y apuntaba a la cabeza de George.

- Si te vuelvo a ver cerca de la señorita Emily Brown vendré nuevamente por ti, y no estaré solo.

Entre chillidos y sonidos ahogados de George por el fuerte agarre, Edd le propinó un golpe seco con la rodilla a su estómago, sacándole completamente el aire de los pulmones. Finalmente, antes de que George pudiera recuperar el aliento, y con un rápido movimiento, Edd golpeó a George en la cabeza con su arma, noqueándolo instantáneamente.

El más alto miró por un segundo la escena y sintió cómo la adrenalina corría en su interior. Nunca había sentido algo así. Le recordó un poco a las peleas escolares de antaño pero con una intensidad mucho mayor. Sintió control y descontrol a la vez. Le gustó.

Poco a poco, Edd empezó a tomar cada vez más solicitudes de gente que él llamaba “en situación de necesidad por el no actuar de la ley”, a veces aliándose con otros como él cuando el servicio requería más de un individuo, e incluso llegando a comprar un arma real y aprender a usarla para correr menos riesgos. Con esta nueva entrada de dinero podría dejar su otro trabajo ya que en menos horas ganaba mucho más, podría pagar sus estudios sin problema, mejorar su equipo de trabajo y pagar la renta de su hogar.

Y así lo hizo, el día que llegó su nuevo computador y tableta gráfica fue el día más alegre de su vida. Tom y Matt estaban indudablemente felices por él y cuando por fin tuvo todo instalado los llamó para que vieran su equipamiento último modelo. Edd no esperaba que entraran a su habitación grabando y festejando el fruto de tanto trabajo duro. Entre felicitaciones tomaron una última foto para guardar para el recuerdo.

- Gracias chicos. Son los mejores.

Finalmente, ya en la oscuridad de la noche, se pudo ver a un Edd sin poder conciliar el sueño. Puesto que, aunque en un par de años ya no tendría la necesidad de seguir con este trabajo, algo había despertado en su ser que le decía que lo que empezó como una necesidad, se estaba convirtiendo en una obsesión.

#Eddsworld #EW Lone Digger AU #Eddsworld Edd #Eddsworld Tom #Eddsworld Matt #EW Edd #EW Tom #EW Matt #Ghost Friends #KiraBitzArt #Eddsworld KiraBitz #EW Lone Digger AU KiraBitz

[pascalpanic]

Blood, Sweat, and Tears (Javier Peña x f!Reader)- Chapter Seven

Summary: Javier’s alright, but your anxiety over him hasn’t lessened.

W/C: 2.3k

Warnings: angst, lots of tears, I don’t know much about medical stuff so no guarantees on accuracy

A/N: Well, the angst isn’t quite over yet, but things are getting more into the hurt/comfort territory! Drugged-up Javi was actually really fun to write, and I hope you guys think so too!! Big thanks to @remmysbounty and @ilikechocolatemilkh​ for being my go-tos and helping me come up with some of this stuff!

there are no gifs of injured Javi or anything like that, so my apologies for the not-so-fitting gifs during the hospital chapters!!

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The surgery takes several hours, but it’s a success. Connie came in and checked on the surgery once or twice, but was more occupied with her husband’s injuries. Steve’s were minimal- a cut to the forehead required stitches, but everything else could be fixed by a bandage and a little time.

The shrapnel entered between two of Javier’s ribs, and just missed his liver. It was a deep wound, and required a lot of time in the OR to get him stabilized. The doctor and your fellow nurses took good care of him, and Lorena sat by your side the entire time. Her arm never left from around you, and you think you must’ve ruined her scrubs with the amount of breakdowns you had into her shoulder.

Once the surgery is finished, your beloved Javier all stitched up, the doctor wheels him to his room in the ICU, you and Lorena trailing behind her. Once he’s all settled, you sit in a chair next to his bed, clutching his hand.

“He won’t wake up for several hours, and even when he does, he won’t be himself for a couple more. Those pain meds they’ll give him are so strong he won’t be able to tell you his name. You should get some rest, hermana,” Lorena tells you, standing behind you and gently rubbing your hunched and tense shoulders.

“No. I want to be here when he wakes up, he needs to know he’s okay,” you sharply tell her and scoot away from her hands.

“Ana, I swear to god. At least nap here then.”

“No, Lorena.”

“He is going to be asleep for at least a few more hours. Rest.”

She’s right and you know it. Luckily, you don’t have to respond. In walks Connie and Steve, Connie breathing a sigh of relief when she sees Javier’s peacefully resting face. Her eyes water and she clings to Steve, who presses a kiss to his head. She can’t see it, but his eyes well with tears too, out of fear for his best friend.

The tears in their eyes renew yours, and you look at them, lower lip trembling. Steve waves you over with his free arm and pulls you to his chest. It’s no Javi hug, but it feels safe. He’s strong and protective and you squeeze him tight, sobbing into his chest. He waves Lorena over too and she scoots in, Steve’s large arms enveloping the three of you with ease. He feels like safety and it makes sense to you, suddenly, why Connie loves him so much: he feels like protection embodied. Like anything the world hurled at you could be fended off by him. You’ve rarely hugged Javier, maybe once since that girls night at the Murphys’, but he radiated that same energy, albeit in a different way. The two men might seem like polar opposites, but they’re very similar at heart: you know they’d both give their life for you.

This is the next best thing you could get to Javier’s arms right now, you think, and squeeze him tight. Connie and Steve have felt like parents to you sometimes, when you can’t reach your parents back home and need reassurance and find yourself calling their apartment, and Steve feels like a father in this moment, a protector. He murmurs to the three of you that it’s going to be okay, that Javier will be fine, and it makes you cry harder into his chest, but out of reassurance; you know it to be true this time, and Steve telling you it makes it even more real.

After a moment, he breaks away and you all sniffle awkwardly, scattering around the room and pretending to busy yourself: you blow your nose, Connie checks Javier’s charts, Steve sets some of Javi’s belongings on a countertop. You return to your bedside vigil, taking Javier’s hand again. You press a soft kiss to his knuckles, your tears falling onto his fingers. His steady pulse beeps throughout the room, reminding you that he’s safe and alive and he’s going to be alright. You sigh softly and look up at the other visitors to the room.

Connie brings you another tissue with a soft smile, patting your shoulder. “I can’t ask you to rest. I know it won’t work. But please, just close your eyes for a few minutes.”

Steve nods, standing next to her. “Brought some of Javi’s clothes. You want a jacket of his or something?” he asks, knowing it might be a comfort. You nod and he brings you a heavy green jacket. He drapes it over your shoulders and you curl into it, sighing at the way it smells like Javier. Connie smiles a little as she notices you unconsciously relaxing. “Steve and I will be right outside. Come on, Lori,” she says, and Lorena follows the two of them out of the room.

You sigh, pushing your chair up against a wall and resting your head against it. Your fingers are still laced through Javier’s. You suddenly feel relaxed, the whir of the air conditioning and the steady beep of his heart rate soothing you. It’s just you and Javier, and he’s asleep.

“I love you too,” you whisper out into the quiet room. “I mean it. Te quiero, Javi. Por favor, despierta para que pueda decirte eso.”

He doesn’t wake. Unsurprising, really, you think and chuckle to yourself. He won’t wake for another few hours, Lorena was right. As long as you’re right beside him, you figure that shutting your eyes for a little whole won’t hurt. You do exactly that, the hum of the room lulling you to sleep as your adrenaline finally flushes out from your system. Sleep finds you within minutes.

-

When you wake, you startle. Lorena stands at the end of Javier’s hospital bed, reading over the charts. She smiles and looks up as she notices you stirring. You open your mouth to ask the question but she beats you to it. “Just about an hour,” she informs you of how long you slept, and you nod. “No sign of movement from nuesta agente,” she chuckles and puts the chart back down, heading out of the room.

You sit up properly and crack your neck. Your hand has slipped from Javier’s, and you take it again, lacing your fingers through his. His fingers squeeze yours back lightly, and your eyes widen in excitement. “Javier?” you ask softly, your other hand brushing back his hair from his face. “Javi, it’s me. Connie, Lorena!” you call over your shoulder.

Javier misheard you. He’s barely conscious, and only catches half of Lorena’s name. His woozy mind processes it as a name he doesn’t want to hear- Lorraine. “No,” Javier whines softly. “No Lorraine! Aléjala de mí,” he whimpers, tossing in his bed. Whoever Lorraine is, he doesn’t want her near him, asks you to keep her away. Connie and Steve both rush in.

“¿Quién es Lorraine?” You ask softly, stroking his arm, hoping he’ll tell you who she is.

Steve and Connie both have looks of panic at hearing the name exit your lips.

“No quiero Lorraine, no!” he groans, and you rub his arm gently.

“Lorraine no está aquí, Javi. Todo es bueno, no Lorraine,” you tell him. “I’m here, Lorraine isn’t here. It’s just me, I called for Lorena,” you say her name slowly, ensuring he can tell the difference. “No Lorraine. Lori, Lo-re-na. Nuestra amiga, ¿sí?”

Javier sighs softly at that. “Oh. Eres tu. Mi ángel,” he murmurs, squeezing your hand softly. “Te quiero,” he says dazedly, his eyes fluttering open, his fingers loosening their grip. His mouth is barely curled into a smile, half-conscious. He murmurs your name, slowly and slurred and drugged as hell.

“Si, Javi. Te quiero también, te quiero muchisimo,” you say happily, tears falling from your eyes.

“Mm. Mi ángel me quiere,” he mumbles happily and his eyes close as he seems to fall back asleep, his body relaxing fully and the beeping of his heart rate slowing down.

Once Javier falls asleep, you look up at Connie and Steve. “Who the hell is Lorraine?” You whisper-shout at them.

The two of them look at each other for a second, then back at you. “Javier’s ex-fiancée,” Steve finally says. “Things ended badly for them.”

You sigh softly, nodding. “I see,” you say, turning back to him and watching him as he sleeps. You want to press them more, but you figure you’ll ask Javier about it later. You look up at Connie and your eyes water, gulping hard. “I’m so scared,” you admit, even though you know he’s going to be okay. “He’s going to hurt so bad.”

“Oh, honey,” Connie coos and squats down next to you to wipe your tears. Steve leaves the room. “I know, he is. But Javi is strong. He can do this, you know he can. Think about how goddamn stubborn he is,” she chuckles a little, and you giggle softly. “Plus, he’ll have you to help him. I think that’s all he could really want.”

“He hadn’t told me he loves me before just now,” you admit. “When we wheeled him in.”

“He meant it, I’m sure of it,” she reassures you before you can even say the words. “Do you know how protective he is over you? If Steve ever makes a joke about Javi having a girlfriend, he nearly cuts his head off,” she chuckles.

You gulp at that. That’s the second time today someone has referred to you as his girlfriend. You’re not sure if that’s true. Connie stands again and puts a hand on your shoulder. “It’s all gonna be okay, honey,” she tells you and leaves the room.

As much as you’ve appreciated the company of the Murphys and Lorena, all you want, all you need in order to feel safe right now is Javier. Of course, it’s the one thing you can’t get. He stirs again softly, and you sit up frantically in hopes that he’ll wake up again, but he remains asleep.

You lean against the wall once more, drifting in and out of sleep for about twenty minutes. There’s a soft knock on the door and Steve enters with a bag of food and a large coffee. “I ran out for some stuff,” he says quietly, putting them on the rolling table.

“You’re a godsend, Steve,” you tell him genuinely. He sets it down and you pop up to hug him, wrapping your arms around him tight. He’s taken aback, but hugs you back after a moment.

“You’d do the same for Connie if it was me,” he tells you softly and you nod. It’s true. He pats your back softly before breaking away and walking out of the room.

You take the coffee and sip at it, sighing at the taste of the warm drink. You need it, the reassurance flooding through your body as the warmth passes through your throat and settles into your stomach.

As you sip, you walk to the other side of Javier’s hospital bed. In the drawer are his personal belongings that came with him; you know that to be standard practice here. You open the drawer and find just his wallet, gun, and badge. It makes sense, you suppose. His shirt was punctured and blood soaked and had to be thrown, and it makes sense that his jeans would have been the same.

A little white corner peeks from his wallet, and you open it. Part of you feels bad for snooping, but that’s completely gone when you see what the corner belongs to.

It’s the Polaroid of you and Javier. On the bottom, on the blank white space, the date of the photo is scrawled in Javier’s hurried handwriting, a tiny heart drawn next to it. “Oh,” you gasp softly. You bite your lip to hold back tears and set down your coffee, sitting down on the edge of Javier’s bed. You cover your mouth with your hand as a sob escapes you, overwhelmed by love. You didn’t know he’d kept it with him every day, everywhere he goes. It’s simultaneously heartbreaking and elating.

“Javi,” you coo gently, pressing a kiss to his sleeping forehead. “I love you,” you murmur into his skin before sitting up again. You put the little photo back in his wallet and return to the other side of his bed, sitting in your chair.

You munch happily on the food that Steve brought you, and the doctor comes in once to check on Javier. She informs you that he looks good, as you had thought too, and that he’s going to be asleep for at least several more hours, quite some time. After that, he’ll be on intense medication to cover the pain he’ll be in. The wound was deep, and it will take a long time to recover. It’s a small miracle that it didn’t cause more injury. “I’m proud of you,” the doctor says with a soft smile. “You’re a good nurse. You didn’t let your emotions get too much in the way. If you had hesitated much longer, we might not have been so lucky.” Her words are affirming, and you shed a few happy tears at that. She leaves, once again leaving the room to just you and Javier and the white noise of the hospital.

Not long after, you fall asleep in the chair once more, curled into a ball and leaning against the wall. You sleep soundly, knowing Javier is there next to you. Everything around you feels softer this time, more soothing.

The sleep that washes over you is restful and deep; you have no dreams. Everything is soft and warm. It makes sense why you slept so well when you wake up, but it also instills a sense of panic in you: you’re not in the same place you fell asleep. You’re in a bed, somewhere you don’t recognize. “What the fuck?” You exclaim as you sit upright. “How the fuck did I get here?”

-

translations:

Hermana- sister (slang for friend)

Te quiero. Por favor, despierta para que pueda decirte eso.- I love you. Please, wake up so I can tell you that.

nuestra agente- our agent

Aléjala de mí- keep her away from me

Quién es- who is

No quiero Lorraine- I don’t want/I don’t love Lorraine (depending on context... you can decide here :))

No está aqui- is not here

Todo es bueno- it’s all good

Nuestra amiga- our friend

Eres tu- it’s you

Mi ángel- my angel

Te quiero- I love you

Si, te quiero también, te quiero muchisimo- yes, I love you too, I love you so much.

Me quiere- loves me

-

tags:

@diogodxlot @wonderlandgabby @yooforia @blo0dangel @sara-alonso @dodgerandevans @pedrosmustache @mishasminion360

#javier peña x reader #javier peña #javi peña #javi peña x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #Narcos #narcos fanfic #blood sweat and tears #pascalpanic #steve murphy

[esoscreenshots]

What are your impressions of Blackwood are you enjoying it or is it lack luster for you?

I've been hearing a lot of mixed opinions on it-- I definitely am seeing a lot more criticism and irritation with Blackwood than with Greymoor. I warn you I have not started the main quest, done any of the public dungeons, the trial, or entered the major cities. (When I adventure in a new zone, I usually do world bosses/anchors/storms first, then delves & delve quests, then public dungeons, then areas of interest e.g. cities, pathfinder spots, crafting places, then squeeze out as much as I possibly can from every location, then do the main questline.)

Under the cut since this might get long? Also spoilers for minor quests.

COMPANIONS:

I think the companions system is great-- definitely a little grindy, and I have not seen a single piece of companion gear in my adventures so far-- but both of the characters are incredibly endearing. It's a lot more fleshed out than I thought it would be in terms of abilities, but there's only one other character to manage beside yourself, so it's not overwhelming. Costume and mount customization was nice, and I definitely did not expect it. The commentary they deliver is varied enough and I genuinely feel great when I unlock special dialogue-- I've ulted many times, and once Bastian said something to the effect of "Huh! Show-off!" and I've been smiling thinking about it ever since.

PERFORMANCE/MINUTIA:

Performance is fine; I've been stuck on one infinite loading screen, but other than that, I've had no issues with performance. There are a few occasional dev issues like spelling mistakes or missing map geometry, but they're banging these zones out like lightning and the pandemic is on, so it's understandable a few things get through the cracks.

COLLECTABLES:

I really hate the tapestry collectable so far. There are, as far as I'm aware, no hints or riddles to where they are, and they're usually in far-flung obscure corners of the map. I've only found three legitimately so far. I really wish it was more like Summerset/Wrothgar/Murkmire and you get a little riddle for each piece. Please let me know if there IS one and I've just missed it and then I'll totally remove this point.

(As an aside, I think the zones for finding the digging spots are way too big in some maps, though this one isn't as bad as I've seen. But like, damn, it should not take me five minutes of painstakingly combing the landscape to find the spot! Especially with all the perks in play! It's a weird/frustrating difficulty spike versus the ease of the divination and the digging minigame.)

ENVIRONMENT:

The environment is really nice. Seeing a return of old Argonian plants make a return alongside new animals and features was pretty cool. I do not care for Imperials (they're pretty close to Bretons as my least-favorite ES race), but even so, the interweaving of architectures and cultures has had... an interesting effect on the landscape. It's kind of cool to see wooden buildings and stone intermesh, and seeing how the landscape blends. I think it's cool. I also like the continuation of the Grapple Bow as a game mechanic. Nothing makes me feel as bad-ass as leaping over a cliff's edge to my certain doom only to grapple to my safety.

MINOR QUESTS:

The minor quests I have done I really enjoyed. The one where one of Hermaeus Mora's servants was desperately trying to escape into the real world, plus the intrigue of the sleepy town's mystery (and adventuring with Alchemy!) was really nice and had me on the edge of my seat entertained. The return of the Blackfeather Court was much enjoyed and I forgot how much I liked the Duke. The "brother was transformed into a pig" bit was also hilarious. Interacting with Nocturnal after thwarting her plans previously was... interesting. There are probably other things I'm forgetting, but I've mostly found the writing and premise of the minor quest to be a cut above those we got previously.

(I really want to advance in the Bog Dog quest, but I don't know how and I don't want to look it up until I'm really, really done with the zone and I still haven't found it.)

QUANTITY:

I've been impressed with the amount of content, though I've seen many who were disappointed or irritated that it was only "eight hours of content" and moved on once they were finished. I've gone through eight hours myself and I haven't touched any of the main story, public dungeons, dailies, 75% of the quests, and probably about half the delves. Granted, this is from the idiot who spent 80 hours in Vvardenfell when they were starting out, so, grain of salt, perhaps. I can easily see 20-30+ hours of content in this expansion. That does fall shy of my usual "a dollar per hour of enjoyment" for most video-games, but whatever; either during the next ESO trial I'll play the second expansion for free and make up the loss, or I'll find something to do. Maybe I'll play through with another character-- I have a Redguard who would really like Mirri.

VERDICT:

Negatives: The fucking tapestry haunts my dreams. Companions are maybe a little grindy in terms of level-up, and their weapons are difficult to get.

Neutrals: I have no idea if the story is any good, or if the dungeons are any interesting. Performance can sometimes be an issue, but othertimes run as smooth as butter.

Positives: I love the companion system, the commentary, the rapport system, etc. The side-quests are fun and interesting so far, and the return of the grapple bow makes my heart happy.

Overall: Got some flaws. Could possibly be considered overpriced given the amount of content, depending on how much you want to play. I think it was worth my forty bucks- I’ve been enjoying it, anyway- and that maybe the whingers might be bandwagoning.

I could feel differently if the main story turns out badly, though...

#mod b #eso #not screenshots #long post #blackwood spoilers

[lady-himbo]

In Your Shadow

sort of Javier Peña x reader, platonic!Steve Murphy x reader (she/her pronouns; no Y/N used)

Javi keeps getting the credit for work he didn’t do, and she’s pissed. Chaos ensues.

Word count: 2500+

Warnings: angst and frustration, lots of cursing, potentially horrid Spanish (I’m learning, I promise), smoking

A/N: This is based on the song Shadow by Unlike Pluto. You can find pieces of the lyrics in the dialogue. You can also find the translations of everything said in Spanish at the end! Feel free to correct me on anything; like I said, I’m learning Spanish, and I appreciate any advice. <3

“... and thank you again to Agente Peña for providing this invaluable intel.” As the meeting adjourned and several individuals voiced their praise, she charged out of the briefing room and into the office, seething, death-gripping her files to her chest. Hot on her heels, Steve attempted to pacify her.

“I’m sure he didn’t mean to steal your thunder, honey. He’s just-”

“What? He’s just what, Steve? A senior agent? Running the show? A man? Tell me, what exactly justifies him getting credit for the shit I’ve worked months on?!” The files were starting to crumple in her grasp.

“Well, I don-”

“This isn’t even the first time he’s done it! He’s gotten recognition for my informants, my intel, my translations, my briefings, my goddamn livelihood!” Her voice was starting to raise in pitch and volume as tears gathered in her eyes. Steve held his hands up, trying to silently reason with her. “I can’t win, Steven! I work my ass off day and night for this fuckin’ job, only to have the rug pulled out from under me because I’m ‘not working as hard’ as holier-than-thou Javier goddamn Peña and his massive ego! I have to live under it and, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, it casts giant shadows!”

Unfortunately, the source of her rage had picked an inopportune time to waltz in. With only a second to register Steve’s panicked look, Javi might as well have wandered into the middle of a firing squad. The execution probably wouldn’t have been half as painful.

“You motherfucker!” she yelled, slamming the now torn and wrinkled papers onto her desk with a clatter. “You lying, power-hungry, manipulative bastard! You fuck every other woman you get the chance to, but you’ve decided to fuck my life instead! I’ve worked for fucking months; hundreds of hours and sleepless nights on this information, and you’ve taken all the credit! Again!”

Javi, oblivious to the full impact of this outburst, opted for the worst possible response. “Come on, sweetheart, we’re working as a team. Plus, you asked me to hand it in to Noonan. If you wanted to take credit for it so badly, you should’ve just talked to her yourself!” Steve visibly cringed and gestured for him to cut it out. Too late.

She stalked forward and, though Javi tried to back up, she had him backed into a corner. “You pompous ass! ¡Más tonto y no naces!” She’d broken out her Spanish. Oh boy. “I can’t even talk to Noonan because she always tells me to run my ideas by your incompetant ass! You cast a shadow over everything I try to do; it’s not like I can get anything worthwhile done when your massive ego’s towering over my ambitions!” She jabbed a finger into his chest, punctuating her words. “Nothing I’ve ever done here has ever mattered to the agency, because I live in your shadow and you’ve taken all of it from me! When will you move out of my way and stop treating me like a fucking doormat?!”

Javi was starting to get defensive, which was never a good sign, especially when Spanish started to get sprinkled in. “¡Oh, lo siento mucho!” he shot back sarcastically. “I wasn’t aware that all the work you get authorized by me to do was proprietary!”

“Are you fuckin’ serious?” she spat. “All you had to do was say the report was from me! It’s not proprietary, Peña, it’s my goddamn right to present the information that I spent my own money, overtime, health, and physical fucking safety to acquire! I’m sorry that I have a genuine interest in making sure this case gets handled right instead of spending my every waking moment getting my dick wet in my informants!”

A small group was starting to gather near the office, waiting to hear if Peña finally got his ass handed to him. This didn’t seem to bother either agent as they glared each other down. With Peña’s pride now on the line, no holds were barred, and he was ready to bust out personal attacks.

“Any competent agent would’ve just handed their shit in themselves, but no, you’ve gotta rely on someone else to do it for you.” He was livid; his pride had been damaged while he was riding the high of gloat and achievement, like getting laid and immediately being punched in the balls. She wasn’t letting this one go, and it was obvious he wasn’t either. “God! You’re like a cloud every time you walk in here, bitching about how little sleep you’re getting or how your work is piling up; a fuckin’ rain on my parade!” He stepped forward, crowding her, his posture more and more assertive with every word. “¡Madura de una vez! You’re an adult, a government agent, taking down a drug cartel run by Pablo fuckin’ Escobar! No one’s getting sleep, and it certainly doesn’t help when you’re whining about it! Maybe if you stopped, you’d have time to turn in your own reports and get the credit you don’t deserve!”

Escobar himself could’ve walked through the office and no one would’ve noticed. Javi’s mouth slammed shut the moment the words left, but they seemed to echo in the eerily silent office. Her shoulders sagged, and she stumbled back a few steps, trying to steady herself.

“Fuck, I-” Javi choked on his words. Her eyes were red, her cheeks stained, but her face was frighteningly level.

“Yeah, tienes razón.” Her voice was hollow, tired. “It’s always stormy lately. I guess I’m just under too much pressure; it’s driving me insane. There’s only one way to relieve it.” She slipped off her gun holster and unclipped her badge, pressing them into his chest. “I quit.” Without a second glance, she stormed out of the office.

Two weeks later, her desk was cleared out, her files and informants were on a list to be redistributed to the rest of the unit, and the office was uncomfortably heavy. Javi was smoking way more than usual, everyone avoided him like the plague, Steve was bored, the case was at a standstill, and the quiet was palpable. She was no longer a colorful presence flitting around the tables, leaving a rainbow of Post-it Notes in her wake, charting cell signals, calling out for advice, chatting on the phone in Spanglish, humming quietly or bobbing her head to the radio, popping up to refill her coffee cup and offering to refill everyone else’s every couple hours, then rushing off to the bathroom when she’d had too much. She was a constant presence the unit soon realized they’d taken advantage of.

The phone on Steve’s desk rang mid-morning, and he stifled a yawn as he picked it up. “Murphy,” he grunted.

“Hey, Stevie,” came a familiar voice. “¿Qué pasa?”

He brightened. “Hey, hon.” He felt some of the tension leave him, but it was still there. “We’re fuckin’ stuck. Nothing’s happening, everyone’s lifeless, and Javi’s still moping. Eso es lo que pasa.” He could hear her breathy laugh; she was always proud when he practiced his conversational Spanish with her. She’d told him she felt it was an honor he was comfortable enough to try it out around her. “What’s up with you?”

“Ahí vamos; he estado mejor. I’m sorry you have to deal with-” she stopped and huffed, then her words became muffled. “Tengo una cita con la embajadora, huevón. ¡Estoy al teléfono!” She yelped. “¡Tócame otra vez y te rompo la nariz!” There was a brief commotion, then a thump, and suddenly, her voice became clear again. “Sorry, I’m waiting on Noonan. I’m supposed to meet with her today to finalize my paperwork.”

Steve sighed. “You’re really going through with this, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess I am.” Another voice called her name in the background, then spoke quietly for a moment. “What?! ¿Qué quiere decir ‘no está aquí’?” The voice spoke again, then there was a pause. “Okay… Si, todo bien… Está bien. Listo.” Then, back to Steve: “Noonan didn’t show. Some emergency meeting. Just great; I guess I’m rescheduling.”

“Maybe it’s fate!” Steve teased, only half joking. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Javi trudge across the office to the coffee pot, give it a long, forlorn look, then trudge back towards his desk. His eyes were heavy, his shirt rumpled, even his mustache looked sad. As he plopped down amongst towers of papers, Steve cleared his throat and made a show of nestling the handset under his chin. “Well, whatever the case, that gives me time to convince you to stay with us. Your desk looks stupid empty.” Though he was deliberately looking away, he could see Javi’s head and shoulders snap up like he’d heard a gunshot. On the other end of the line, she laughed.

“Don’t try to sweet talk me, Murphy. I’d welcome the company, though.”

“Of course!” he replied, making sure his smile was as cheesy as possible. “I’ll meet you outside in a little bit?” She agreed.

Steve busied himself with pretending to look busy for the next half hour, then announced he was going to talk to Carrillo. As soon as he turned the corner and was sure he was out of sight, he watched Javi scramble out of his seat and out the door.

Outside the building, she was sitting on a bench, her back turned. Lazy wisps of cigarette smoke danced in the wind in front of her figure, and Javi suddenly felt very insecure. He called her name, uncomfortable with the way his voice wavered. She jumped, then, after a beat, slowly turned towards him. “Come mierda, Javier.” He didn’t let her words deter him, approaching the side of the bench. She glared up at him. “No me joda. I’ll finish up in a second and leave.” He wrung his hands, feeling small under her stare.

“I’m going to sit with you,” he declared.

“Please go,” she said, softer this time. “I just wanna feel the wind one last time before I leave. Just wanna look at this shitty masterpiece of a city; really take it in.”

He ignored her plea and sat, far enough away that he didn’t feel like he was ganging up on her. They just sat, and she took long, deep drags of her cigarette. After she eventually ground the butt into the pavement, he took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry.” He left the declaration hanging in the wind for a moment, before plunging on. “I’m sorry for what I said, and what I’ve been doing to you. I’ve been a selfish asshole, and you were right to call me out on that. I’m not going to convince you to stay, because you don’t deserve to be dealing with my bullshit all the time. You’re talented and selfless and I never appreciated everything you sacrificed for us until it was gone. I just- fuck, I feel like such a piece of shit.”

“You are.” He blinked owlishly. “You’re a self-centered, impulsive manwhore with a weird mixture of self-hatred and a superiority complex. You’ve been a horrible coworker and I almost feel ashamed that I tried so hard to be your friend.” He ducked his head, trying to hide his mortification. “Almost.”

He peered back up at her, cocking his head in confusion. “That said, you’re a great agent, kind and sympathetic when you wanna be, passionate about the work we do, and, when you keep a level head, you’re fun to work with. I don’t know if I can forgive you right now for all the shit you did, but your apology goes a long way. I appreciate that.”

She took a deep breath, then stilled, staring out into the movement and noise of Medellín. He watched her for a few minutes, though it felt like hours. He watched the clenching and unclenching of her jaw, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the flutter of her eyelashes; all the details he’d been too busy to notice. “Penny for your thoughts?”

She looked over, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t know. I’m just thinkin’ about life. What I want to do.”

“I know it doesn’t amount to much, but I’d like you to stay.”

“I can’t- I mean, I can, it’s just that- fuck, I don’t even know,” she mumbled, furrowing her brows to try to stop a tear from slipping down her cheek. “It’s just that, by all official records, I’m pretty much worthless here, y’know? All my abilities go unnoticed and it’s like I’m not even there. I know you don’t mean to stand above me, but you are, and the shadow I live under is killing me. It’s taken my job, my self worth, my… being. I can’t live like that anymore, constantly working at the precipice of death, of destruction, of failure, and the one thing I can do to help isn’t even appreciated as my own. It’s just… cold.”

Javi nodded. “After you left, I went up to Noonan and explained what’d happened; that I didn’t deserve any of the credit I’d been given.”

“Well, that’s not true! The things that you did you deserve credit for. You’re incredibly talented, Javi, just not with my intel.”

“But… you do deserve the credit I get. You deserve so much more than you‘ve ever gotten. What I said was so selfish.”

She grabbed his hand. “Javi, selfishness aside, I know you’re in a dark place. We all are. After all, we’re government agents ‘taking down a drug cartel run by Pablo fuckin’ Escobar’ and we don’t get any sleep.” She smiled at her usage of the words he’d berated her with weeks earlier. “I should’ve taken more initiative to turn in my own work; it was silly of me to put that on you. I know you’ve got your own mess going on. Plus, I said a lot of awful things right back. Most of them I meant, some of them I didn’t, but I could’ve handled it all a lot better. I’m sorry we didn’t work this out earlier.”

Javi squeezed her hand, feeling a little warm tingle in his stomach. “Me too.” He sighed, raking his other hand through his hair. “I- er, we really do need your help. You’re priceless.” She exhaled sharply, tilting her head back and forth as if weighing her options.

“Fine. I’ll talk to Noonan.” Javi’s face lit up. “But on two conditions.” He nodded. “One: I get recognition for my past and future work, and two: you promise to work with me and call on me if we have any issues. We can’t have these communication errors any longer if we’re gonna catch these bastards.” She paused, then smiled lightly. “Also, you owe me a lot of coffee.”

Just as Javi agreed, Steve came out of the building. He stopped a few paces from them, looking back and forth from Javi’s pink cheeks and goofy grin, her teary eyes, and their interlaced hands. “I’m sorry, what did I miss?”

She laughed as they pulled their hands apart and she wiped the tears away. “I’m keeping my job.”

“That’s amazing! …Peña, what did you dose her with?” Javi let out the fakest laugh he could, but smiled along with it. She sighed softly, the breeze dancing across her skin.

“All I want is to cast my own shadow.”

Translations:

¡Más tonto y no naces! - If you were any dumber, you wouldn’t have been born!)

¡Oh, lo siento mucho! -> Oh, I’m so sorry!

¡Madura de una vez! -> Grow up!

tienes razón -> you’re right

¿Qué pasa? -> What’s up?

Eso es lo que pasa. -> That’s what’s up.

Ahí vamos; he estado mejor. -> Fine, I guess; I’ve been better.

Tengo una cita con la embajadora, huevón. ¡Estoy al teléfono! -> I have an appointment with the ambassador, asshole. I’m on the phone!

¡Tócame otra vez y te rompo la nariz! -> Touch me again and I’ll break your nose!

¿Qué quiere decir ‘no está aquí’? -> What do you mean ‘she’s not here’?

Si, todo bien… Está bien. Listo. -> Yeah, all good… all right. Okay.

Come mierda -> Eat shit

No me joda. -> Don’t fuck with me.

#narcos #javier peña x reader #javier peña #f!reader #winnie writes

[dragon-snoots-a-boopin]

I love playing The Elder Scrolls Online, I really do. Now, I love it for the quests for the largest part. I do the occasional dungeon and the occasional trial but for the most part I don’t really do group PVE stuff. I especially don’t enjoy doing the harder content in that which is vet dungeons and trials because it’s very frustrating to me.

But the thing that I despise the most about ESO and will avoid at all costs is the PVP and its zones, Cyrodiil and Imperial City. For one. I don’t like fighting against other players because I don’t find it interesting or fun when everyone is wearing the same like three sets. But I also don’t like the zone themselves.

Cyrodill is so big that I find it easy to get lost. Plus, the wayshrine and transitus system doesn’t work the same as PVE zones that it just makes getting around all that much more difficult in my opinion. In a PVE zone, I can just open the map and just go to a wayshrine in that zone or any other zone. But in Cyrodiil, if I am totally lost or just want to leave, I can’t just pick one of the two wayshrines in Cyrodiil and travel to it. 

The transitus doesn’t help either because your alliance has to keep certain areas that get linked together to be able to use to effectively. Not to mention that leaving Cyrodiil is only possible from one of the two wayshrine which I think is stupid. Why is it that if I want to leave Cyrodiil I can’t just open the map, pick a wayshrine in another zone and just go there like I can in a PVE zone???

Something else that bugs me is why the hell does Cyrodiil have 40 skyshards??? There’s not a single PVE zone that has that many skyshards! Plus, there are sidequests in Cyrodiil and Imperial City as well. I find it’s too hard to do the quests and it can be difficult to get the Skyshards because you’re in a PVP zone. If I am doing basically PVE stuff in a PVP zone then there needs to be some options, something so that I do not have to worry about the possibility of getting killed by other players when that’s not what I am there to do.

My first suggestion is that since they already have like five instances of Cyrodiil then why not make a sort of PVE version where people can go in and just do the quests and get the Skyshards? Another suggestion would be to have an NPC you go to when entering Cryodiil or Imperial City that asks if you’re there to PVP or not and if you say you’re not then it makes you invulnerable against other players but not against the enemy NPCs or maybe just invisible from the people participating in actual PVP.

I get that this probably isn’t something everyone is going to agree with but given that the PVP zones have the bulk of the skyshards and some quests, it really feels like ZOS and forcing people to go into PVP even if all they want is to have all the Skyshards, lorebooks and sidequests for all the game zones. There’s supposedly a way in the PVP zones to signale to other players that you’re not there to PVP but, in my experience, it doesn’t work most of the time because other players just do not care. I have managed to get some of the Skyshards in Cyrodiil but only the ones in my alliance’s terrority. I have no idea how I am going to get the rest without getting killed a bunch and that irritates me. 

I am sure that some will say to just not go in the PVP zones but given that there’s over 40 Skyshards in them, that is a lot of skill points that one misses out on. I can say for certain that on my secondary character, I’ll probably just use crowns to buy those PVP zone skyshards once I get them all on my main.    

#the elder scrolls #the elder scrolls online #pvp #pve #skyshards #questing #fantasy #video games #rpg video game #mmo

[gustingirl]

i was tagged by @gayforpinks and @recurring-despondency ily both thank youuu

💌 - what day is ur bday??

april 3rd!!

💌 - what’s ur fav colour??

blue always, and lately it's green too

💌 - whats ur lucky number??

8 and 3. idk why 8 tbh but 3 is for my bday

💌 - do u have any pets??

a sweet poodle and an cranky chihuahua hehe

💌 - how tall r u??

i don’t understand how feet works tbh but, in cm, i'm around 165cm

💌 - how many pairs of shoes do u own??

many....many but i always use the same three lol

💌 - favourite song??

it changes literally every day, right now it's gato malo by karol g ft nathy peluso

💌 - favourite movie??

i’m a huge fan of el secreto de sus ojos (2009) and parasite (2019)

💌 - what would be ur ideal partner??

let me tell u smth, i’m really open, like seriously i can’t think of specific treats my partner has to have. all i care and need is loyalty, honesty and communication. i do all my relationships based on those three

💌 - do u want children??

yes and many. i’m not a huge fan of marriage i must admit but i do want children, minimum two

💌 - have u gotten in trouble w the law??

the law has trouble with me (i have never stepped a foot inside a police station)

💌 - favourite swear word??

ANY argentinian swear word, any literally. english swear words are weak as fuck next to argentinian swear words (mi favorito es la reputisima madre que te re mil parió hijo de puta)

💌 - bath or shower??

i prefer baths but i don’t have a bathtub :(

💌 - what colour socks r u wearing rn??

they're brown and beige and have like fur inside (it's not fur the word i’m looking for but i don’t know what material it is)

💌 - fav type of music??

i have a preference on rock, but i live by the cliche of "i listen to a bit of everything" i swear i don’t listen based on anything but the feeling i have inside my brain when i listen to a song

💌 - how many pillows do u sleep with??

two, one for the head and one to hug (plus chimmy)

💌 - what position do u sleep in??

on my sides and i must sleep in fetal position cuz my neck hurts like a bitch every morning

💌 - what u dont like when ur asleep??

lights, i hate having lights on. i used to suffer at sleepovers w one of my bff bc she needs to sleep with lights on and i hate it

💌 - what do u have for breakfast??

lately it's just coffee with milk, i can’t eat in the morning (not at the time i when i wake up at least and i have lunch early)

💌 - have u ever tried archery??

i know i did it once when i was like 7 but i don’t remember shit

💌 - fav fruit??

i’m team peaches and oranges

💌 - do u have any scars??

on my knee from one time i like fell on my knees on granite floor (idk if i have any other)

💌 - r u a good liar??

yes HAHAHAH like i know i am but like....chamuyo bastante, es eso mas que nada xdd

💌 - whats ur fav type of girl??

@gayforpinks (idk i keep the previous answer ;) )

💌 - innie or outtie??

you deserve jail for this question, mf

💌 - left or right handed??

right handed, my left hand is dumb af

💌 - fav food??

empanadas, of meat if i may choose

💌 - r u a messy or a clean person??

somewhere in the middle?

💌 - most used phrase??

"bien ahi" idek why i say that

💌 - how long does it take for u to get ready??

depending, if i have to go i can get ready in 10 minutes but if i can do it in any speed i can take until an hour

💌 - do u talk to urself??

obviously, i’m my own best friend at this rate

💌 - do u sing to urself??

more than i should

💌 - r u a good singer??

not even one bit, idek if i’m tone deaf

💌 - biggest fear??

if we make it deep and sad, failure. if we talk about any fear, then the ocean

💌 - r u a gossip??

yes. a lot. like waaay too much.

💌 - do u like long hair or short hair??

short hair to death, i wish i could cut mine shorter but i feel it wont suit my face shape

💌 - fav school subject??

i used to love history and psychology

💌 - introvert or extrovert??

introvert, it's so obvious

💌 - what makes u nervous??

public speaking (tho i lowkey enjoy doing it), handing in projects or exams and meeting new ppl

💌 - who was ur first crush??

a boy i crushed for like 7 years and the other day i suddenly dreamt with him ew

💌 - how many piercings do u have??

none but i wanna get my ears pierced again (the hole closed)

💌 - how fast can u run??

not fast enough, for sure

💌 - what colour is ur hair??

natural blonde (yes, bully me idc)

💌 - what colour r ur eyes??

greenish

💌 - what makes u angry??

injusticies, discrimination and normalized micro agressions, ppl who mind other ppl's business, shippers of real life people, ppl who like assuming stuff about celebrities and ppl who degrade others to feel better with themselves (and the list goes on tbh)

💌 - do u like ur own name??

i used to hate it but now i love it, especially when ppl make unique nicknames out of it

💌 - do u want a boy or a girl as a child??

both tho obviously as a girl i would love to have my own princess

💌 - what r ur strengths??

i’m a good listener and very very loyal, i’m also really straightforward and honest. also not to brag but my brain is probably my biggest strength

💌 - what r ur weaknesses??

insecurity, anxiety, overthinking. mostly all those and combined

💌 - whats the colour of ur bedspread??

i have two sets of the same sheets but different color: blue and baby pink

💌 - colour of ur room??

one wall is red the others are beige(?) idk if that's the color tbh

now this was more of an interrogation lmao

tagging @trashlord-007 @agustdream @foxpuppylove @ohnoimlost @sheakastilllovesjungjihoon and @lovetrivia

#tag game

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

Of Freckles and War | Fred Weasley

✦ pairing — Fred Weasley x Mexican American Plus Size Reader (she/her)

✦ word count — 4k

✦ summary — you were only supposed to provide security for Bill and Fleur’s wedding.

✦ warnings — angst, mentions of war, some violence, fluff

✦ a/n — this was requested by a lovely reader who showed me a receipt of her donation (based off this post). Thank you so much, @5pantherpride, first of all for donating and of course for trusting me with this.

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Weddings — you were neutral to them. You even were glad for people who fulfilled their goal to marry, but you found the timing of Bill’s and Fleur’s less than ideal.

The Order had a lot of things to worry about. Short on members and with the infiltration in The Ministry at its peak, you surely wished you could help in better ways.

Security duty wasn’t new to you, but it was the first time you were to fulfill it without Moody. His death was another reason why you wished you could be somewhere else. He had been the closest thing you had to a mentor.

At least the dress fit you nicely, way better than you had imagined it would. Finding one in such times hadn’t been the easiest task, much less with your schedule.

Offering to help with the guests so you could watch them closely, you introduced yourself to Bill’s twin brothers.

You had seen them before from afar, but that was it. Mrs. Weasley constantly said they were too young to be part of The Order so you assumed staying away to avoid problems would be better.

Smiling at the first arriving guests, you consulted the seating plan and guided them to their seats.

“Shut your mouth,” George snickered, pushing Fred’s chin so his mouth would clamp closed.

Fred shook his head, realizing he hadn’t stopped staring at the spot you had been standing in.

The marquee filled with voices and laughs rather soon. Your nerves increased as people continued arriving, unable to shake the bad feeling simmering in your stomach.

The more you thought about it, the more sense having a wedding in such unprecedented times made. Bill and Fleur just as their families, could very well be captured or killed at any moment. A gathering like this, though, was beyond your logical understanding.

He was sure you liked his brother, although he didn’t understand why when he had always been slightly more handsome, but that didn’t stop Fred from approaching you.

“Would you like to dance?”

You turned around to acknowledge him. “I would.”

He offered his hand staring intently at you as you placed your palm on top of his. He took a shaky breath in and guided you to the dancing area.

“I’m Fred, by the way,” he felt the need to let you know.

“I am aware.”

Tilting his head, he halted his steps on a spot away from his mom.

You explained, “You have a scar on your left eyebrow.”

Impressed, Fred placed a hand on your waist to lead you. In answer you rested your other hand on his shoulder, looking just past it.

Harry seemed to be annoyed by something —or someone— which made you believe he had seen or heard something suspicious.

“Is there someone you would rather be dancing with behind me?”

You shook your head, dragging your eyes back to Fred. “Of course not. I’m just being— oh, Merlin, what’s that word? Worried? No, no. Cuidadosa... cautelosa podría ser... Madre de Dios, ¿cómo se dice en inglés?”

[Careful... it could be cautious... Mother of God, how do you say it in English?]

The couple closest to you stared in confusion as you kept going. “¿Meticulosa? No, eso no tiene sentido... cuidadosa, sí. Lo cual es lo mismo que cautelosa pero cómo se dice...”

[Meticulous? No, that doesn’t make sense. Careful, yes. Which is the same as cautious but how do you say it...]

Fred pursed his lips at your language switch. Your accents were different in each one which caught his attention. He wanted to know why, if you had learned them both at the same time, or which one was your native language.

Entertaining the sad idea that you might have been trying to ditch him, he suddenly frowned. “You’re looking for an excuse to leave?”

“No, no!” You whined, sure you had said the word in the past few days. “How is it called when someone is being careful because they are worried? It starts with a W.”

“...wary?”

You could’ve kissed him. “Yes, that one!”

With a lingering laugh in his voice, he tried to reason with you, “Well, Bill and Fleur didn’t invite many people.”

“No, but polyjuice exists. I could be a Death Eater disguised as me and you wouldn’t have noticed.”

“That accent wouldn’t be easy to mimic, don’t worry.”

“It’s easier to understand than some I’ve heard around here,” you defended yourself, not offended at all by his comment.

A light irrupted into the marquee and you immediately knew whose Patronus it was.

Kingsley’s message proved you right and triggered panic as mayhem all over the place ensued. You pulled your wand out, looking around to see how many people were left.

Leaving would have been a good idea, but too many invitees had fled already and it would bring more trouble to The Weasley Family.

Not unfamiliar with their scare tactics, you did your best to remain calm as the Death Eaters questioned the family.

You admired how unfazed they tried to appear as their house was inspected. They must’ve been expecting the visit for days now.

“I’ll prepare tea,” Mrs. Weasley shakily said.

“Let me do it,” you mumbled, waving your wand as Bill helped his mother to sit down.

Mr. Weasley leaned over, reminding you to drop a splash of firewhiskey in his wife’s tea through a whisper. Nodding, you did as you were told and carried the cup toward the living room.

“You are staying, right, (Y/N)?” Mr. Weasley asked as you waved your wand to pour a cup of tea for Fleur’s mom.

“I don’t want to impose,” you assured them, “I can manage on my own — it would be safer for everyone.”

“I would feel better if you stayed,” Mr. Weasley sighed, “Everyone here would.”

“Kingsley said—“

“I’ll talk to him,” he interrupted.

You turned to look at everyone else, but no one added any other comment.

You couldn’t sleep. The room wasn’t the problem, nor the accommodations The Weasleys had given you — everything else was. People were disappearing at a worryingly exponential rate, and you couldn’t shake off the guilt of not being out there helping in some way.

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The Weasleys would surely be watched carefully and suddenly leaving The Burrow in the middle of the night would put a bigger target on them.

You leaned onto the doorframe, watching the rain as it slowly fell down the garden. Grown used to the unruly weather such times had brought, you were trying to find pleasant parts in it like its smell and soothing sound.

“Can’t sleep either?”

You craned your neck to look at Fred. He rubbed his eye with his right hand as he held a glass of water in his left.

“The weather is nice.”

Humming, he chugged the water down. Instead of going back to sleep, he pulled a chair out and then another. Fred sat down on the second one, waiting for you to take the other.

You did so, thanking him in a nod. The kitchen, only illuminated by the fading light the lamps outside gave, felt bigger than it was.

“Is Ginny giving you trouble?”

“No,” you answered immediately. His sister was lovely, she kept mostly to herself which you understood but on occasions, she would ask about which other jobs you had done for The Order.

You learned she wanted to join The Order more than anything. She would also talk highly of her siblings, even teasing you when you asked more about Fred.

Your dance had been cut off, so had the conversation. You had enjoyed yourself for once, of course you would want to know more about him.

After watching him from afar for an entire summer, you had imagined that not stuttering around him was progress. But you were at war, and war didn’t give time for getting to know people you’ve been crushing on for a while.

He took you out of your self-absorption, “You said it would be safer if you didn’t stay here. Why?”

Ah, that. “I have history with... them.”

You didn’t explain yourself further on and Fred sensed he shouldn’t press on it for now.

He opened his mouth to make a joke and lighten up the mood, but you spoke first, “Do you think muggles will have enough help?”

No, he didn’t think so. However, Fred didn’t have the heart to tell you that. “There are a handful of good witches and wizards out there still.”

You nodded. Good witches and wizards' existence wouldn’t make a difference if they didn’t act on it, but for some reason, you didn’t have the heart to tell him that.

He would surely be able to take it, he probably knew it already — but you didn’t want to say it out loud either way.

Fred placed a hand on top of yours, squeezing it. You must’ve looked like you needed comfort. Lifting your fingers so his own would fit between them, you gripped his.

The Kitchen started appearing clearer as the blue light of the early morning entered through the door and windows.

Under the blue tones, Fred’s eyebrow scar looked clearer. You could’ve counted his freckles if you had enough time. But you couldn’t, Mrs. Weasley would need help around the house at any minute.

Deciding it was better to go get ready for the day, you begrudgingly withdrew your hand. Fred’s eyes danced over your face, trying to assess what you would do next.

“Thank you for the company,” you whispered, not taking your eyes off his face either.

His eyes dropped to your lips only to go back to your eyes. Clearing his throat, he nodded, “No problem.”

❖︎・・・・・❖︎・・・・・❖︎・・・・・❖︎

More people were reported as disappeared as the weeks progressed. Your worries only increased as news from members of The Order got more sporadic — it was safer that way, and detrimental to your mental wellbeing.

You had the bedroom for yourself now. Ginny had taken The Hogwarts’ Express a couple of weeks ago. She had been upset, but not more than her family with the number of changes the school seemingly had made.

You wondered how Ilvermorny was doing.

Although you were living with four people, you didn’t talk much to them. Mr. Weasley was overwhelmed with work constantly, Mrs. Weasley tried to keep herself busy around the house, Fred and George had a shop to attend and sporadically helped their friend Lee with Potterwatch.

As for yourself, you were able to help The Order here and there. Nothing too extreme so you wouldn’t gain unnecessary attention and put The Weasleys in more danger. That was why you hadn’t wanted to stay there.

“I would use Ginny’s bed if I were you,” Fred said from the doorway, surprised to see you hadn’t locked yourself that afternoon.

You put the clothes you had been folding to the side and looked up at him. “That would be invasive.”

“And funny. May I?”

You nodded. It was his house after all.

Fred did sit on Ginny’s bed, amused by what he was seeing. You supposed he wasn’t granted entrance that often.

He and George had an unspoken pact with their little sister, she didn’t try to sneak into their room and they wouldn’t threaten her privacy. It was great, but Fred had always been curious.

More curious he was as to what was going on with you. Mrs. Weasley had sent George to ask you if you needed anything and not him, probably because everyone considered his brother as the sensitive one.

“Mum’s worried.”

“I’m fine.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “When did I say she was worried about you?”

“Why else would you tell me?”

“To chat.”

You tilted your head. He was funny, but not a very good liar.

“You look really sad.”

“I feel useless,” you confessed, smoothing the sleeves of an old t-shirt. “I was supposed to become an Auror this year.” Sighing, you shook your head, “God, I sound entitled...”

“Aurors aren’t particularly safe at the moment.”

“Much less if there isn’t enough of them.”

Fred leaned over, resting his elbows on his thighs. “Why do you want to be one? It sounds like too much work.”

You shrugged, not sure anymore. You liked the idea of doing the right thing, being able to ensure people were safe and evil was kept in check... but doing it for a ministry didn’t sound like something you could do.

“It’s different in America,” you explained, pulling a pair of socks from the freshly done laundry. “Not better, I’ll admit that, just different. MACUSA didn’t stop taking on aurors, for example.”

“That doesn’t answer the question.”

The socks in your grasp fell to your lap. “I wanted to be ready for the moment when I had to fight them again.”

Silence fell between you. Fred’s eyes were on you like they seemed to always be since you arrived. There was no pity in his gaze, only understanding.

“I believe you’re still ready.”

“I hope you’re right.”

Fred smirked, “I’m always right.” He made a pause, slanting his head to the side. “Almost always.”

You chuckled. “Who said that?”

“I did.”

You had expected him to answer just that and yet you were still amused by the comment. Oh, you were falling quite fast.

And he knew it. There was no doubt in Fred’s mind that you actually liked him and not George. You didn’t stare at George as much as you stared at him nor smiled so brightly when you greeted his brother — you were nice to everyone but you were more comfortable with him and Fred really liked that.

He took your hands, making you stand up as he did the same. You liked the difference in size and how his hands didn’t feel soft like most people expected their crushes’ hands to be but warmer than any other hand you had taken.

Someone cleared their throat from the doorway. George stuck his head into the room. “Dinner.”

Fred nodded, “We’ll be there in a minute.”

George pursed his lips, lifting both eyebrows. He still left you alone, reminding both of you to not take too long.

This was his best chance. Fred leaned over, capturing your lips in a short kiss. You slid one of your hands off his grasp to place it on the back of his head, pulling him into another kiss. His free hand rested on your hip as you tilted your head to kiss him more comfortably.

“I can’t take you out right now...” he sighed, lips still brushing yours as your eyes barely fluttered open, “but maybe we could have a picnic when everybody is asleep?”

You smiled at him. “I’d like that.”

George shook you and Ginny awake. “Get up, we don’t have much time!”

You were up in a second. “What’s wrong? Where’s Fred?”

“Packing.” George pointed his wand at Ginny’s trunk.

“Where are we going?” Ginny asked, rubbing her eyes as you made George turn around so you could get changed.

“Somewhere safer. Death Eaters know we’ve been helping Harry.”

“I can’t go with y—“

“Just shut up and hurry,” George interrupted you, voice softer than one would expect those words to come out of anyone’s mouth.

Ginny and you would be the first ones to be gotten out of The Burrow. The others could take hours to join you or days, whichever was safer.

“We’ll need you and your training more than ever, (Y/N),” Mr. Weasley reminded you.

You cast a glance towards Ginny who was blinking furiously while bouncing her leg.

You nodded at Fred, silently assuring him you would protect his sister. He nodded back, not doubting it for a second.

Aunt Muriel was a weird woman. Clearly not a bad person, but perhaps an entitled one. Ginny had already told you to not take anything she said personally, but you hadn’t understood the warning until she made a comment about the color of your pajamas.

It didn’t take many days for the family to be as complete as it could. From what you knew, Charlie was still in Romania and no one had news of Percy. You had never met the latter but Fred had lengthily complained about him.

Speaking about Fred, he and George had packed more than Ginny and you for some reason. There were five trunks in their provisional room instead of two.

You asked for permission to enter which Fred granted with an enthusiastic nod. Closing the door behind you as he sat down on the bed, you then approached him.

“Are you okay?”

He nodded, eyes not meeting yours. “Can you... talk to me in Spanish or something?” Seeing your confusion, he abashedly explained, “It calms me.”

In the five months you had been together, Fred had never really reacted to your babbling in Spanish. You had assumed he was just unfazed, but his explanation made more sense.

You sat down next to him, placing a hand on his upper back. “Do you want a story?”

He nodded, “Anything.”

Fred laid down, curled up as his head rested on your lap. He listened attentively, wishing he could understand everything you were saying.

Maybe when the war was over you could teach him Spanish.

❖︎・・・・・❖︎・・・・・❖︎・・・・・❖︎

Oh fuck. Turns out wounds not only hurt but stung — you had forgotten the last time you had been injured, probably that time Moody made you sneak into that shop in Knockturn Alley to look for an artifact.

“What were you thinking?!” Fred screeched, pushing Percy, who had been the one to move you to a safer spot, to the side to kneel beside you.

You looked at Mrs. Weasley who was battling Yaxley a few meters away from you, visibly desperate to approach her sons. “No mother should lose her child. My family is already dea—“

He shushed you, “Don’t.”

You tried to move, uncomfortable by the rubble digging into your back. Palming the ground in search of your wand, you whined.

“Do you need a bandage?”

You gritted your teeth. The pain in your lower stomach was unbearable and Ferula wouldn’t fix it.

“Can you cast healing spells?”

Fred shook his head, applying pressure to your wound.

“You would be a shit Auror.”

He knew you were making light of it, but he didn’t find it in him to laugh. “Tell me what to do.”

“Poke it and—“ you groaned. The hand he had on your stomach was shaking, making the pressure waver.

Your skin was losing color. He looked at Percy, desperate — his know-it-all brother had always been good at every class. He had to know.

Percy approached you, looking at you with sadness before looking at Fred. He was about to say he didn’t know what to do when Harry, Ron, and Hermione arrived to make sure all of you were safe on their way to The Shrieking Shack.

Harry only saw the blood on Fred’s hand and the desperation in his eyes. He had seen the same desperation in yours when you cast a spell that sent Fred flying out.

“I’ve seen Snape doing some type of magic... it puts the blood back in...”

You grunted, trying to nod.

“Is that the one?” Fred asked you.

You could only hum.

Thankfully, Mrs. Weasley was the one who did the spell. As amazing as Harry was, the part of his face you could still see looked terrified. He had enough on his plate already.

She slid her wand under your back, making the rock hurting you disappear. Closing your eyes, you gifted yourself a moment to breathe in and out.

“How come you didn’t know how to do it, Perce?”

You answered instead of Percy, “It’s not part of any school’s curriculum. It should, clearly, but it isn’t.”

“You would know that if you had finished school,” Mrs. Weasley said. You could’ve sworn she did so teasingly.

Innocently, you had thought saving Fred would be enough. As if loss would’ve disappeared from the world because he was safe. It was a nice concept, one you wished could be real for multiple reasons.

People you had considered the closest you had to a family like Nymphadora and Remus being the casualties of the war hadn’t crossed your mind.

It was over. At a high cost like every other war in history, yet you couldn’t believe it.

Fred, who was sat between you and George in The Great Hall, gave you a sideways glance.

He had properly known you for less than a year and you had already made him fear in ways he hadn’t only felt two times before — when Ginny was taken by Riddle to The Chamber of Secrets in his fifth year and when his dad had been attacked in his seventh year.

Dropping his hand on top of yours, he asked, “Do you want to take a walk?”

George turned to surprisedly look at his brother at the same time that you lifted your eyebrows. Your eyes crossed George’s who snickered before going back to his conversation with Lee.

“Sure,” you agreed, standing up.

Fred took your hand, walking aimlessly through the semi-destroyed halls. You could tell it affected him to watch his former school in such estate.

“You scared me.”

“I really didn’t want your mother to go through the loss of a child.”

He stopped the stroll quite abruptly. “So you wanted me to go through the loss of my girlfriend?”

“Fred...”

He shook his head, sliding his hand off yours to pass it through his hair. You didn’t know how it felt like, you hadn’t been the one watching their loved one bleed out in the middle of a battle.

He would’ve lost everything he had always wanted to have in a partner. Never had he imagined you would be so supportive of him, yet you had put up with his and George’s stupid plan of sending products by mail while the family had to hide at aunt Muriel’s and even helped them to package everything.

Everyone in the family liked you. He wouldn’t have cared if they didn’t, but it was nice to know that his partner was appreciated by the other people he loved so dearly.

Seeing a familiar frown on his brow, you warned him, “I’m not apologizing for doing it.”

Fred exploded. “What would have I done if something had happened to you?!” He yelled, using his hands to make emphasis.

You stood straighter, yelling back at him. “And what would have I done if that wall had collapsed on you?! Did you want me to stand there and watch?!”

Fred stayed silent which prompted you to add, in a softer tone, “It’s done, and it turned out okay.”

“It almost didn’t.”

“But it did,” you insisted.

His shoulders dropped. You were right, and bruised — but safe. The worst part was over already, he should have been focusing on that.

“You need to work on your anger issues,” you pointed out.

“And you need to stop throwing yourself into danger.”

You held your hands out for him to take. Fred opted for pulling you into a tight hug. The dust on his top itched your nose, but you didn’t have it in you to complain and instead hugged him back.

“I don’t want to live without you.”

”You’re everything I have left,” you mumbled on his chest, grimacing at the flavor of the dust clinging to your lips. “I mean, that includes your family and The Order, but you get what I mean.”

Humming, Fred rested his chin on the top of your head.

“My family really likes you. I think I’ll get disowned if I don’t marry you.”

“Is this your way of proposing?”

“Depends.”

“On?”

“Your answer, honestly. Don’t wanna look like a moron.”

Pushing him off to both look at him and have a break from the dust and grime on his clothes, you held him by the waist. Fred was serious, there was no mischief in his eyes as he waited for your answer.

“Well... I don’t want you to get disowned,” you joked, more nervous than you should have been. It was just him!

“And how else would I outdo Bill if it isn’t by marrying you?” he joked back.

Caressing his cheek, you nodded in agreement as a smile crept into your face. You were sure you would beam the same way Fleur had.

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x plus size reader #plus size reader #plus size fanfiction #harry potter x reader #harry potter x plus size reader #fred weasley #wizarding world #wizarding world x reader #wizarding world x plus size reader

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

SELECTIVIDAD

Well, our girls took her Selectividad / EVAU exams this week, so I thought of making apost about Selectividad itself!

Before starting, a few disclaimers:

First of all, I took Selectividad 5 years ago, when it was still called PAU. Thankfully, my sister is doing Selectividad next June and for what I’ve seen the structure and the exams look the same, it’s just some subjects have changed; I’ll state the changes when they come.

Second of all, I’m from Madrid. This is important, as each Autonomous Community has a different Selectividad exam, with different formats, dates and even contents (for History exam, for example, my friend from Murcia told me they only studied 19th and 20th centuries, while I studied all of the History of Spain). And, of course, there are some subjects mandatory in other Autonomous Communities that just don’t happen in Madrid (Catalan, Euskera and Galician).

Okay, so let’s start from the beginning, I’ll take you through a journey, focusing on my example, but this could be extrapolated to all Madrid teens that take Selectividad. If you want to learn more about the Spanish education system, I have a post on it :)

So, at 16 years old, you finish ESO, which would be 7th grade to 10th grade. With that, your mandatory education is finished, and you can go on to work or study an FP (professional training). But, if you want to go to University, you have to study Bachillerato (11th and 12th grade), where you have to choose between various specialities (Arts, Humanities, Social Science, Technical Sciences, Natural Sciences, Drama....), depending on your High School, you’ll have different options available. Mine only had Natural Sciences, Technical Sciences, Social Sciences, and a bit of Humanities, but not the full program, that’s why I did Social Sciences, with a bit of Humanities mixed in there. Bachillerato is a preparation course (especially 2nd of Bach) for Selectividad, the university entrance exams. Keep in mind, your overall grade of Bachillerato comes into account when taking Selectividad, as it is a 40 (or 60 I don’t remember) percent of your final score. 

So, you study Bachillerato, pass all your exams and, in the first week of June, there you go, Selectividad. It is usually Tuesday to Thursday (Friday if you have two overlapping subjects) and, at least in Madrid, you get to go to university, cause that’s where the exams take place! Mine were in the IT building of the Universidad Complutense de Madrid (Madrid Complutense University), the largest and most important university in Madrid, the girls also went to this university, although to a different building. This is the IT building:

So, what exams do you actually take, and what’s the structure of Selectividad? Okay, so this could get a bit confusing, so bear with me.

Selectividad has two parts: the General Phase, and the Specific Phase. The General Phase is made out of your mandatory subjects, i.e. Spanish, a Second Language and History or Philosophy [nowadays this has changed, the Second Language is always English, and then you can take another language as another exam, for example my sister is gonna do both English and French, something I couldn’t do and that’s why I didn’t take French on last year; and Philosophy is no longer a mandatory subject, so you just take History in this slot] plus another subject you are taking (I chose World Literature). This part is out of 10 and your score is for life. 

The Specific Phase is a bit trickier. You can decide not to do it, first of all (people who get on private universities don’t really do it, I’ll talk about this in a bit), and you can take up to three subjects, although they only take into consideration your two highest scores. Now the confusing part comes into play. This phase can round up your score up to 14, the maximum score you can get in Selectividad. Depending on what you intend to study, each subject can give you either up to 1 or 2 points. Yup, it changes. I remember looking up a table online when you could see how much it was for each subject at each degree in each university. That’s why they usually recommend you putting in the general phase a subject that can only add up to 1 point, and in the specific phase the ones that add up to 2 points (in my case they all added 2 points lol) I found the table btw:

Also, the Specific Phase only has a validation of 2 years :)

Here’s the timetable with all the subjects that you could take the year I took Selectividad, the ones I took are circled:

So, as you can see, all exams are 1 h and 30 mins, and tey could be either in the morning or in the afternoon, which really fucking sucked. Below I’ll give you a list of all the subjects in English, in case you don’t understand:

Tuesday

Text Commentary from Castilian Language and Literature

History of Spain or History of Philosophy

Foreign language

Wednesday

Design

Geography

Mathematics II

Physics

World Literature

Techinques of Graphic-artistic Expression

Earth and Environmental Sciences

Art II

Electrotechnia

Latin II

Thursday

Business Economy

History of Music and Dance

Chemistry

Musical Analysis II

Biology

History of Art

Industrial Technology II

Technical Drawing II

Greek II

Musical Language and Practice

Mathematics associated to Social Sciences II

So yeah. My sister, for example, has as optatives Philosophy, French, Latin, History of Art, and Art, so she will have to give up some of them when she does Selectividad I suppose.

So, you take your exams, and then, what happens next? Well, first of all, if you fail, i.e., you get a score lower than a 5, you can retake them in September. And if you pass them, well, it’s time to choose a degree! You will have to fill out a form, and choose from a variety of degrees available, choosing them in a specific order, with various options (I think I wrote down like 10). How do you know in which degrees are you most likely to get into and in which ones you aren’t?? Well, let me introduce you to “notas de corte” (”cut scores”).

Cut scores are the minimum grade you have to get to get into a degree. These change from year to year, depending on the Selectividad results, and also from university to university (and of course Autonomous Community to Autonomous Community), but you can look at previous cut scores to see what grade you have to achieve, more or less. Here is a list with all cut scores of Madrid from this year. The lowest cut score a degree can have is a 5 (mine is one of them lol), and the highest goes up until a 13,875 in Physics and Mathematics (AND ONE GUY FROM MY SCHOOL GOT IN THERE). These cut scores are really stressful, especially when they are high, or when they vary a lot, so people would write down the same degree in different universities just to make sure they are getting in there (my best friend did this for example, he didn’t get into UCM, his first option, but got into UAM). People with lower cut scores tend to take it more easy (except for me, who worked as if I needed a 14 lol) and some of them only come the first day to the exams. Speaking of that, all of this only applies to Public Universities. To get into a Private University, you normally just need to pass Selectividad, no matter the grade you have, and then you get either an interview or a extra exam. These extra exams or interviews are usually before Selectividad so, by the time you hit June, you already know if you are getting into the private university or not, so most people that are already there barely study for Selectividad and have pretty bad grades (I know of some who failed it, and only like 5% of the students fail Selectividad, it’s pretty easy to at least get a 5). 

And that’s basically it, after a few days you’ll know if you’ve been accepted or not, and then you’ll have to do all that not totally annoying bureocracy and stuff.

Anyways, I hope it was clear enough, I know it’s confusing, believe me, it’s equally confusing for us taking the exams lol. So, I’ve scanned all of my Selectividad exams, and I thought it would be cool to share it with you and go over the structure of each of them and stuff. I’ll do it under the cut, tho, as there will be lots of photos and I don’t want this to get even longer :)

So, first of all, each of us had this paper, with little stickers in the bottom part we had to bring into each exam, and stick in each answer paper:

So yeah, this had all of our data: year, name and surnames, ID, the number associated with the place we were taking the exam, our High School (School in my case), the place we were taking the exam, our bachillerato score, and our “modality” (mine was Humanities and Social Sciences).

I’ll go in the other I took the exams :)

SPANISH

We started with the hardest exam, yikes, this was always the worst cause there were too many questions to answer and too little time. I think I did alright, I remember having 8 in nearly all of my exams except for two were I did badly, and English which was great. So, I forgot to mention each exam has Option A and Option B, you could choose between them (my sister told me that this year, due to COVID, they could choose specific questions from each of the options btw). I chose Option A:

So, as you can see, all the exam is based around a text. The questions were always the same:

1. A commentary of the text, this was the big one, the toughest and more time consuming one. I remember always leaving it for last.

2. A summary of the text.

3. An argumentative text, keep in mind we hadn’t done any argumentative texts before 2nd Bach, so this question was very scary. 

4. a. Syntaxis, I was pretty good at this, I always did it the first thing on the exam, I remember. This was the sentence we had to analyze:

4. b. Analysis of specific words, in this case “incontables”, morphologically, gramatically and etimologically. This was also new, we hadn’t done anything like this prior to 2nd Bach.

5.a. Literature question! In my case it was about the Spanish Novels from 1975 to the end of the 20th century which holy shit that was difficult, that was like the last unit we had, nobody studies the last unit.

5.b. Book question! We had to read a number of books that year, just for this question, where we had to analyze and summarize one book in particular. It changes from year to year, I had to read El Sí De Las Niñas, Luces De Bohemia, La Familia de Pascual Duarte, and Cien Años de Soledad. In the exam I had to talk about the first one.

HISTORY OF SPAIN

Yeah, I did badly on this one, I got a 6,5 i think. Most people in my year did Philosophy, because it was way less stuff to study, it was only 12 authors and 5 fields, while History was THE WHOLE HISTORY OF SPAIN. Yup, we started in the Prehistory and ended up in the 20th century. It was a lot. Anyways I got really upset because the two options in Philosophy were Rousseau and Plato which are the easiest authors :(

Anyways, the subject was divided in two parts: until 19th century, and from 19th century on. This was cause, all the stuff before 19th century could only appear in the exam in the form of “short questions”, they gave us 6 short ones and you had to pick 4 from there:

Sorry for my handwriting lol, but you can clearly see which ones I picked haha. The 6 short questions were:

1) The barbaric invasions. The Visigoth Kingdom: institutions and culture.

2) Al-Ándalus: the 11th century crisis. Taifas kingdoms and North-African empires.

3) The Catholic Kings and the dynastic union: coming together of the Castille and Aragon Crowns.

4) The discovery of America.

5) The 1640 Crisis.

6) Spain in the 18th century: evolution of foreign affairs in Europe.

So yeah, it spanned a lot of time lol.

Then, the other two questions were about  the 19th and 20th centuries, depending on the option was one first or second, but both centuries were there. There was always an image commentary, in my case this one about the 1977 elections:

And the second question could be either just a long question, or a text commentary, depending on the option. In my case it was a text commentary from the Convention of Vergara, and I had to talk about Isabel II and Carlism.

ENGLISH:

This was, unsurprisingly, my best exam lol, I had a 9.5 I think. Anyways, here it is, I don’t think I have to explain much hehe:

GEOGRAPHY

This was also a scary exam, again, because of the content, and especially because of the dreaded “image commentary”, where they just put a picture of somewhere in Spain and we had to talk about literally EVERYTHING: climate, location, economy, hidrography, orography, building structure, etc. It was a lot, but thankfully the photo was clearly from Almería or Murcia, where I go every summer, so it was easy for me lol

The other parts were, first of all, some definitions, they gave you 8 and you had to define 6:

In my case they were: rural exodus, moraine, fishing grounds, solstice, AVE, leafy, aging index and continental platform.

The second one was the scariest one, a long question, with A LOT of stuff to cram into 1 h and 30 min, lots of people didn’t even finish it. Mine was about migration movements in the Spanish demography which fuck that honestly, that was tough:

And the last part was a map of some sorts, in this case I had to name the provinces the line passed through and also the geographical features.

WORLD LITERATURE

Gosh I miss this class so much :( I know that now you can take it in 2nd Bach, only in 1st, so yeah. Anyways, the exam had two main parts: a long question, and a text commentary. In my case, the long question was about “Prose in the Renassaince: Boccaccio”

And the text commentary was about Coleridge’s “Kubla Khan”!

LATIN

Fuck I don’t wanna talk about it... the biggest mistake of my life was picking Option A and not Option B, fuck. I got a 5,25, my lowest score in Selectividad. I mean, it ended not counting cause it was in the Specific phase and as I say they only take your two highest scores but it hurts, especially because I ended up studyin latin!!!! Fuck I’m so stupid. Anyways, this is the exam, it’s basically just translating a text plus some syntaxis, morphology and etimology questions:

Fuck me honestly, and the worse part is, I chose it only based on the fucking literature question that only added up to 1 POINT. AND I MESSED IT UP!!! MEDEA IS NOT FROM OVID YOU STUPID FUCK AND THE METAMORPHOSIS IS NOT EPIC!!! I hate it here considering I translated Seneca’s Medea last year and I loved it, why am I this stupid. And the worst thing is... the Option B text... was a myth... and not just any myth... fucking Orpheus and Eurydice’s myth, aka my favourite one, I’m doing a uni project about it right now, fuck, like look at it:

I can translate it on the go right now I don’t even need a dictionary fuck, honestly, the worst decision of my life I WOULD’VE HAD A 9 like I could’ve just not answer the literature question and I would still have had a pretty nice score I hate it here really. Let’s move on.

HISTORY OF ART

This exam was HARD I just got really lucky somehow and I got the highest score in my year but it was a bloodfest holy shit. Like they just put the hardest and bullshity questions, and forced us to do one option cause of the image commentary. In this exam we had to comment and analize a specific image, depending on the option. I remember going through Option A, saying “nope”, going through Option B, saying “okay this is feasible”, then looking at the image and it was this:

Like... why??? I hadn’t seen this in my life, like wtf??? So I turned to Option A’s image, and, well, it was better, but...

I mean, everyone knows “The Thinker”, but, the thing is... we didn’t study “postimpresionism” in class, because we didn’t finish all the units. The teacher then gave us extra optative classes after we had finished everything, and I went to them and that’s why I knew what to put, but we were max 10 in those extra classes, and we were over 50 in Art History class. As I said, it was a bloodfest.

And the long question!!! The fucking long question!!! Bitch wtf!!

THE ROMANIC PAINTING IN SPAIN, like why??? Why the painting?? If you are going with romanic, which like on itself should be banned from appearing on the exam, why painting, and not architecture??? WHY

Anyways, the other questions were some definitions, again, we were given 6 and we had to choose 4:

They don’t need translation, right? And the last question was a cakewalk, we just had to name four Renaissance architects like lol

And, just like that, I finished Selectividad :)

Hope you liked the post!!

#skam españa #typicalspanish #help i think this isn't showing in the tag

[the-curious-butterfly]

A Little Bit of Happiness

Based on u-look-beautiful-today’s Soulmate AU. Basically you have a chart on your arm that shows you the happiness of others close to you as well as your own.

We’ve all known pain. Pure agonizing pain and sorrow. That void of nothingness where the darkness feels as thick as black tar and no amount of light can shine through. It is a feeling that even the most optimistic and hopeful of us have succumbed to. Especially those with big hearts. If depression could speak it would tell you that the big ones were the most delicious. And there was no heart bigger, or weirder, than Luz Noceda’s. 

Luz was a thoughtful girl filled with hope, determination, kindness, and a love for the strange things in life that left her quite ostracized for most of hers. 

As a child she didn’t like the typical things kids liked or acted in the typical way kids should act so she was bullied and what other reason do kids need to bully someone. She was different, and different was bad, and bullying her for being different was fun. And if something was fun how could it be wrong? If it was fun what did it matter?

And you know what the best way to bully Luz was? The way that was the most fun. It had to do with her lack of a Soulmark, the mark on your body that showed you the first words your Soulmate would say to you. Luz didn’t have one. Not a single letter or even the most generic of greetings marked her skin. Isn’t that just the funniest thing? 

“Wow, looks like you’ll be alone forever.” 

“No one loves you.” 

“Even your soulmate doesn’t want you.”

Oh how they laughed, and when one laughs everyone laughs. After all you didn’t want to be thought of as the weird one, as a freak like Luz. So why not laugh, it’s all in good fun. And besides even Luz would laugh. 

She’d laugh so hard that tears would spill from her eyes and more deafening then the laughter was the sound of glass being chipped away into pieces. But she was only 12 and this just the way things were when you were 12.

~~~

Now I wonder what you would imagine when you hear the term “perfection.” The term itself is rather subjective isn’t it? What one person finds perfect isn’t always what another would agree with and yet it’s often commonly used in the wrong way. 

So I’ll admit to coming off a bit biased when I tell you that Amity Blight was as close to the definition of perfection as one could get. Her skin a flawless porcelain and her eyes a mesmerizing gold. With short aquamarine hair tied up and not a strand out of place. It wasn’t just her appearance too she was incredibly intelligent, driven, and talented. Especially when it came to magic. At school she was the top of her class, incredibly popular, and very loved. 

She was no princess but she lived the life of one for her home was a mansion and while she did live with two very annoying siblings they mostly liked to have harmless fun and never truly made her life a living hell. 

So you can see why I say she was perfect, her life was perfect all the way down to the most minor of details.

Well there was one little thing that wasn’t exactly great but what was one little thing compared to everything else. As long as she did what was asked and kept up her image then she had nothing to worry about. 

Except today was the day she’d turn 13 and when she awoke she found there was something to worry about. Soulmates weren’t a common thing on the Boiling Isles, this place where she’s from. It was very rare to hear of someone having such a mark like those in the human realm but it did happen. And while it does happen she had never expected it to happen to herself but when she woke that day she was greeted to a word being added amongst the names of her chart. 

Soulmate

Oh...

No 

No no no no, Amity Blight could not have a soulmate. She tried rubbing at it with her other hand hoping with ever growing despair that it was a prank from her siblings but the mark would not come off. If her parents knew she had a soulmate, someone that was not preapproved by them, the amount of disappointment she’d receive. The thought alone was enough to have her shiver though the house was never cold. Never in that way at least. 

Though like I said she was intelligent, this mark wasn’t a prank nor would it go away, understanding at the moment she had no choice but to accept it. She’d figure out what to do when she’s met them but for now. Amity looked again at the word, and this time really looked for she noticed something she hadn’t earlier. Her soulmate’s happiness was only at 9%. Amity herself has never gone below 80% she couldn’t imagine being so low. 

Just seeing the number on her wrist was painful enough to have her 98% be brought down to a 95%. What brings a person down to 9%? What kind of life could her soulmate be leading? The distress from earlier turned into curiosity and she found herself wondering these things and more as she traced a finger over the word Soulmate and the number beside it. What should she do? 

Perhaps. 

Perhaps her siblings would know considering now was the time they decided to barge through her door yelling “Happy Birthday Mittens!” while using illusion magic to make their words form a banner that suspended in mid air. And no she did not squeal or nearly fall off her bed. 

“Can’t you two ever knock?!” even if she made up her mind to talk to them about it, Edric and Emira may be pranksters but they weren’t tattlers, and while them showing up here made it easier she still couldn’t help yelling at them for their blatant rudeness. 

“Awww, Mittens, where would be the fun in that?” 

“Yeah, especially on your birthday?” 

“Besides, look at this thoughtful display we made for you.” 

“One of these days you’re just gonna have to accept that you love us.” 

They spoke one after the other, beginning with Emira and ending with Edric. Amity sighed as she went quiet for a moment looking back down at her wrist. Still just 9%.

“Is everything okay, Mittens?” Em asked, always being the first of the two to notice when something was amiss.  

Amity bit her bottom lip before responding with partial confidence. “I have to show you guys something that I’m not sure what to make of yet.” The twins nodded urging her to continue, and after a moment she relented and finally showed them her wrist. 

If they were shocked at all they hid it well, their faces blank as they no doubt saw that word and just when Amity was about to worry that she had broke her siblings the two gave a very audibly excited gasp. 

“Mittens!” 

“You dog you!” 

“How long have you had this?” 

“Just since this morning.” Their reaction taking her so much by surprise that she could do nothing but answer their questions. 

“Do you have any idea who it could be?” That was Edric.

“Not really.”

“What about that one guy who always had the biggest crush on-” 

“Emira! Ew, no!” 

“Why ew? He doesn’t seem so bad.” 

“I just don’t feel like it’s him okay. Plus I doubt his life is that bad.” 

“What do you mean?” They asked in unison, and that's when they saw it. The 9%.

“Damn, your soulmate is depressed.” 

“Edric don’t even joke about that!” Amity and Emira warned, despite Ed and Em being twins her and Amity were still sisters. 

“I wasn’t! Like how else do you want me to say it. What if they decide to kill themsel-”

“EDRIC!” 

“I’m just saying!” 

He’s right though, Amity knew he was. She may not know who they are but no one deserves whatever it is they were going through. Whatever it is that has them at a measly 9%. So Amity made up her mind to donate half of her happiness. 57% might not be high but it’s at least better than 9%. 

Never having been below 80% she felt the effect immediately. Something formed inside her, something small and hollow that she just could not take her mind off  even though today was her birthday, it was suppose to be a happy day. But it felt so wrong and she was only at 48%.

She hoped she’d never have to know what 9% felt like. 

~~~

For some reason, despite the horrible day she had yesterday, Luz woke up feeling better than she had in awhile. Looking over her chart, which only consisted of her and her mom, she saw she her mom was at a good 79%  and she was at a 57% which was not bad. She remembered going to bed with a 9% so perhaps getting a good nights rest coupled with the fact it’s the weekend was enough to improve it significantly. 

That was the only explanation she could come up with anyway. She even managed a small smile when her mother came into the room. “Buenos dias, Mija, are you feeling better?” 

“I’m feeling much better, gracias mama.” 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Camilia asked sitting at the foot of Luz’s bed. 

“Maybe another time, I’m fine right now though te lo prometo.” She managed to make her smile bigger and her mother nodded. Luz had come home in tears yesterday, actually the third time this week, and while Camilia was desperate to know what was hurting her baby so much she knew when to not push. Instead she found other ways to help.

“Then hurry up and get out of bed, yo eso sancocho con arroz blanco para desiuno.” 

Luz smiled with glee as she got up and rushed out the door leaving her mama behind. 

“At least get changed first!” 

“But it’s the weekend!” 

“Mi Luz!” 

“Okay, okay.” 

She didn’t notice but the interaction was enough to bring her up to an even 60%

~~~

Since that day it seemed like no matter what happened Luz would bounce back.  It got to the point where she didn’t feel anything else anymore. They could do their worst and she’d smile, laugh, and be her adorable silly self. Not only that but she also grew more bold and unafraid to stand out or fight back. Something had completely changed that day, perhaps it was her outlook on life that changed, or that all of a sudden she found emotional maturity. Either way it was like her happiness never went below 90% and she, literally, could not be happier. Although she could do without having her mother feeling like she needed to send her off to camp just because she liked expressing herself differently. She understood where her mom was coming from but Luz was a big girl, she can decide things for herself can’t she?

~~~

Amity, on the other hand, had gone through her own changes. She’s been constantly donating her happiness for over a year now. Many times most of it, sometimes all. That hollow feeling never left, it only got bigger, colder, as if it would swallow her whole any second. And as she grew colder on the inside she also grew colder on the outside, more bitter. Her once close friend, Willow, now hated her. People who once loved her for her big heart now only loved her for her beauty, talent, or because she was popular. She became friends with one of the meaner popular girls, Boscha, and you better give them a wide berth or risk social and emotional damage. 

Even Ed and Em noticed their darling little sister didn’t laugh or smile anymore, no matter what they did. They really did try too, but things that use to get an annoyed yet warm sound out of her now only elicited hisses and growls. It didn’t help that their parents also recognized her change in behavior and became much harder on her albeit in their messed up way where they praised her for her actions. She was a Blight and had a standard she was expected to keep after all. Not keeping it meant she was a disgrace and a failure. Things that Amity never wanted to be so she drowned herself even more in her studies and preparing for the future. Further shutting herself off from the world. 

At first Edric and Emira tried to help, it wasn’t Amity’s fault, there was someone else she was trying really hard to keep happy. She didn’t even know the person yet she was willing to suffer so much for them. That fact alone meant their sweet little baby sister was still in their somewhere didn’t it? They even tried to donate their own happiness to get her back but she refused to take it. Eventually even they gave up. 

First thing she did when she woke up today was give all of her happiness away. It was slowly becoming routine now, to give everything. ‘But why?’ Her thoughts would plead with her. ‘Why for someone you might not even know? You don’t even look to see if they need it anymore, what about our happiness?’ 

What about it?

‘Don’t we deserve it?’

We have everything we could ever want or need and succeeded in becoming a protégé of Lilith, leader of the emperor’s coven and a powerful witch in her own right, just like we wanted.

‘Just like you wanted, or your parents wanted?’ 

She hissed to silence the voices inside, after all what difference did it really make, as she got ready for the day. They were given a project that Amity intended to pass with flying colors. Not that it would be hard, no one else in that class or the whole school had half the skill she did.

Especially not Half-A-Witch who she had the pleasure of bumping into on the way to school. Oh this will be fun, Willow had no talent for magic and her parents always did say that people with no talent were pathetic in their eyes. They were right of course, she did not regret the loss of that friendship at all. 

Speaking of eyes, Amity never did notice the pair of disappointed brown orbs watching them from the bushes. 

“Willow! Wow you’re so unnoticeable I almost rolled into you.” 

“Hi Amity.” 

“Shouldn’t you get to class early to prep your-” Before she could finish Willow’s wheelbarrow shook and her abomination spilled from the pot like sticky purple liquid on the ground. “Oh Willow, you don’t have anything to show do you.” 

It doesn’t feel good to put people down, it doesn’t make her feel superior or strong. It doesn’t do anything for her but her parents would be proud and what’s wrong with that? Isn’t that what every child strives to do?

Willow looks really hurt though. 

“...Except much smaller and meaningless.”

I’m sorry Willow.

“...Even you can get a passing grade some day.”

I’m sorry. 

There go the unwanted thoughts again but those kinds of thoughts were slowly getting easier to ignore. It should have disturbed her how use to the cold she had become.

~~~

Okay so I thought this was getting a bit lengthy so I figured I’d do it in parts. Besides I’m really excited by what we’ll learn from the episodes coming out tomorrow and I may change stuff based on what we’re shown of Amity’s history. 

Gosh, I can’t sit still with how much I can’t wait for it. Anyway for those who managed to read through this whole first part thanks for taking the time to read it. See y’all tomorrow ^u^

#the owl house #lumity #amity blight #luz noceda

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come over chapter 2: the invitation.

Warning(s): NSFT/18+, fem reader, dysfunctional family dynamics, semi public sex. 

Relationship(s): Octane/Female Reader.

Summary: Octavio’s family is having an event for their donors. He’d really rather not go but you’d make it a lot more bearable. 

Author’s Notes: I LLIIIIIVEEEEEEE. It took forever to get here y’all but here it is! Part 2 of Come Over! It was originally like, 10k words so I split it into two. Which means Part 3 is already written and I’ll just wait to see how this does before I put it out. 

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3.

Octavio doesn’t avoid his family.

He doesn’t! He really doesn’t. Seven chances out of ten, he picks up the phone when his mama calls, and if he doesn’t it’s probably because he’s in the arena. Or out. Whatever.

He’s sent his papa text messages during every major holiday he isn’t there for. Not that he isn’t there for a lot of them! He’s hasn’t missed El Dia de los Reyes in. Ever. Even if he didn’t show up for his parents’ New Year’s Eve party days prior. Not that he hadn’t wanted to, he’s just a busy guy. Busy guys don’t have time to go to every social event their billionaire parents host.

That’s what he’s trying to tell his mama.

“Mami, I’m busy with the games-” he tries, pressing his fingers to his temples, for once grateful that his mama doesn’t know how to operate the video camera function on her tablet. Otherwise, she’d see the twist of his lip as he speaks. He kinda thinks she might still be able to hear it, considering Elliot is skirting him as he walks through the common room, trying to distance himself from the hostility in his voice.

“Octavio, ya.” She bites and the tone of her voice seals his lips shut. Fuck. How’s that even fair? “The next game isn’t until Monday. You can be back on planet by Sunday night if you leave tomorrow.”

“Ma, I can’t,” Octavio tries, but his mama cuts him off.

“Yes, you can! Octavio Jose, you use Silva Pharmaceuticals for the games. This party is to celebrate all the donors that give us the resources to create the stim you use. You will come to this party, shake hands, jump hoops and do whatever these people want, or we will revoke your supply. Do you understand me?”

Octavio’s nostrils flare, his leg jiggling as he pushes his teeth against his tongue piercing. The stretch of metal against his muscle is half painful, but he ignores the ache in favor of clenching and unclenching his fists.

“Do you hear me-”

“Yes, ma, I’ll be there, bye.” And with that, Octavio taps the pad in front of him, effectively ending the call. He’ll get some messages later about hanging up on her, but he doesn’t care. All he wants to do right now is put his head through the fucking table next to the tablet.

“That, uh, sounded pretty heated,” Elliot says and Octavio snorts, turning pinched green eyes up to his fellow legend. He’s holding out a water bottle, clutching another in his opposite hand, and Octavio snatches it from his hand, not even bothering to grumble a thank you as he guzzles half of it. “Whoa! Easy!”

“I have to go to a party this weekend,” Octavio bites, ignoring the way that Elliot’s lips stitch shut, like his did when mama told him ya. Elliot hums, sipping more cautiously at his own water.

“Wow, what a predac- p-perdim- that kinda sounds like a dumb reason to be upset,” Elliot drops the sarcasm as he fumbles over the word and Octavio barks a laugh.

“Compadre, I wish it was,” he grits, pressing the flat of his palm against his still jiggling knee. It keeps moving. “My parents are hosting some stupid thank you donor thing.”

“That doesn’t sound that bad,” Elliot says, hopping over the edge of the couch to settle beside Octavio. He throws his boots up, resting them on the coffee table in front of him, the slide of the front door accompanied by some more footfalls. “You’ve thanked Silva Pharm on camera before.”

“It’s not the same,” Octavio grunts. Donors lived for Octane. They lived for his thrill seeking and heart stopping shows. They loved his tattoo and his catch phrases and wanted him to keep it up.

His parents didn’t want Octane. They wanted Octavio. And not even the real Octavio – the one they’d always wanted him to be. The one who was content being a dutiful son. The one who didn’t blow off his own legs with a grenade. The one who didn’t renounce his position as the heir to Silva Pharm.

“My mom said she’ll revoke my supply of stim if I don’t go,” he tells Elliot, who sucks in air through his teeth.

“Ooh, yikes. Guess you don’t have a choice, huh?” Elliot says. Octavio grimaces, now sipping at his water, hand still trying to placate his jittering leg.

“No he don’t. He knew that when his mama called,” a voice says and Octavio glances over, catching Ajay at the fridge on the edge of the common room. She’s pulled out a flavorless yogurt and busies herself scraping it into a bowl.

Ajay has been talking to him little by little, but they haven’t talked about the- incident. Of him lying. He lied to her. He regrets it most days. Right now, he really does, because he could really use her advice.

“Maybe it won’t be that bad!” Elliot says and Octavio sniffs, looking down at the coffee table to avoid Ajay’s eyes as she flops onto the couch across from them. She, too, kick her feet up onto the coffee table, slouching into the cushions.

“Maybe,” Octavio says, not moping into his water.

Silence passes between the three long enough for it to begin to feel stiff. Ajay breaks it with a loud sigh, and his eyes turn up, finding her staring at him.

“What?” He asks.

“Do ya parents still need a photographer?” She asks instead of answering him. Octavio blanches, sitting upright, and his leg stops in its insistent shaking, the click of his metal foot ceasing abruptly.

“What?” He asks again and Ajay blusters her lips, stuffing a spoonful of yogurt between her cheeks.

“Ya parents never let you bring a plus one ‘cause you always bring some so’n’so,” Ajay says and before Octavio protests, she continues, “shut up, yes ya do. If they still need a photographer, bring ours. She’s ya friend, right? She’ll make it more bearable, and she’s official, so ya parents won’t say nutin’.”

Octavio swallows, holding Ajay’s stare. She always seems so critical – like she knows what he’s thinking even when he doesn’t think he’s thinking at all. He wonders if she can tell how he’s been around you recently – if she’s noticed how you show up at his house late at night.

“Plus, she’s totally hot,” Elliot remarks and Octavio bristles and, oh yeah, Ajay notices. Her face remains neutral, but she thumps her foot against Elliot, who whines as the coffee table rattles beneath them.

“I’ll think about it,” he mutters, turning back to his water.

-----

It’s probably a bad idea for Octavio to invite you to his parents’ party.

After his… realization, he’s sort of been avoiding you. Not directly because Octavio doesn’t directly avoid- anything, really. He doesn’t avoid things. He’s not avoiding you. You guys just haven’t had sex since he said te amo into your throat. That’s all.

He’s not totally avoiding you, though. He still sends you shitty memes and you still tell him to let you work. He even brought you lunch the other day because your dumbass forgets to eat. Which is why he’s carrying over some empanadas to your studio.

Apex spared no expense for someone who was going to be key to their marketing. Your studio has vaulted ceilings and the pristine, white walls and tarps are constantly lit by either the natural light of the sun or the way too tall studio lights.

You seem concerned with neither, hunched in front of the triple monitors posed in front of your shooting area. He’s pretty sure that’s a picture of Bloodhound you’re editing.

“Hey,” he says, and you jump, your rolling chair skittering back as you dazedly blink up. Your eyes pinch as you squint, clearly perturbed from looking away from the screen after however long you’d been staring.

“Jesus! Fucking say something next time, Oc, you scared me!” You say and Octavio snickers, lips curling into a devious grin against his will.

“C’mon, amiga, you should’ve heard me coming,” he says, tapping his metal foot on the black tile. You huff, turning back to your computer.

“Shut up. What do you want?” You ask, leaning a little closer to the screen, despite having already zoomed in pretty damn far on Artur. Octavio grabs the chair at your left that you usually reserve for when your bosses come to visit, then flops down. The wheels careen him a little away, but he grabs the edge of your desk and pulls himself up.

“You need to eat, muchacha,” he says, holding up the brown paper bag. You purse your lips, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. Wordlessly, you take the bag from him, then move away from your computer.

You lean back in your seat, kicking your legs up onto his lap. Instinctively, Octavio reaches down, grabbing the edges of your feet to keep them in place on his thighs. He thumbs at the edge of your shoe and his nostrils flare. Damn it.

“Thanks,” you say, the crinkle of the bag the only sound for a little. Octavio rests an elbow on the edge of your desk, turning to look at what you’d been doing to Artur. He can see your notes at the top of the screen, scrawled with some digital pen: no alterations to the bird – it would be disrespectful to Houn-

“What’s the matter with you?” You ask, startling Octavio out of his reading. He turns his head to face you, your cheek bulged as you chew.

“What do you mean what’s the matter with me?” He asks back and you roll your eyes, swallowing hard.

“You’re never this quiet,” you say and Octavio huffs, turning to face the screen once again, his leg beginning to bounce in anticipation.

“Fuck off.”

“Fuck you, stop moving.”

“I’m not a fucking—a fucking—joda, what’s that word?”

“What word?”

“You know, for the- for the thing. When you put your feet up. Reposapíes.”

“What, like an ottoman?”

“No, fuck. I mean, yes, but that’s not the word I was thinking of.”

“A footrest?”

“Eso! Yes! Fuck you, I’m not a footrest.”

You press your lips together and silence passes between you for a moment. Then you snort, shoulders folding in. You raise your brows at him, and he sighs, chuckling through a groan, leaning back in his own seat to drag his hand down his face.

“Kinda lost steam there,” you say, and he squeezes the tips of your toes, half in warning, and you giggle. Your expression softens and you nudge his stomach with the toe of your shoe, tickling at the edge of where a sensor exists in his abdomen. “C’mon, Oc, what’s going on? You can talk to me…”

He knows he can. Octavio has vented to you about lots of things before. He’s vented to you about Anita, back before she started to cut him a little bit of slack. He’s vented to you about his phantom pains, on the days that he wakes up and forgets that he doesn’t really have legs anymore. He’s even vented to you about his parents before – about how his father has never quite accepted the man he’s become and how his mom is like an ice sculpture. Beautiful from a distance, but cold, and quick to melt under heat.

Still, with the… incident, he’s hesitant. He feels like he’s digging himself a deeper hole than he should. But he’s here. On Ajay’s advice. Ajay’s always known what’s best, in a way. At least, it seems that way.

“I have to go to some stupid donor function for Silva Pharmaceuticals or my parents are gonna revoke my stim,” Octavio blurts and he sees your expression soften a little, the edges of your brows drooping, your lips half pursing, and he hates, hates the loud LUBB-DUPP in his ears.

“That fucking sucks,” you tell him and he half snorts.

“Si, I know… But you would make it less sucky,” he says, “you… wanna come? I always have a plus one but my ma doesn’t like when I bring just anybody.”

“And your fuck buddy isn’t just anybody?” You deadpan, raising a brow, and Octavio hums, tugging at the toe of your shoe on his lap.

“You’re a professional photographer,” he reminds you. “It would only be for a night. Less than twelve hours. Fourteen if you include ride time to Psamathe.”

“Oh, Oc…”

“Mami, please? Please. My parents would pay you for the shots. There’s gonna be tons of booze.” He tries.

“Octavio-”

“You don’t even have to talk to anyone but me!” He insists.

“Oc-”

“I hate these things. We can get a hotel right after and you can ride my face right up until I have to be back for the game-”

“Yes! Yes, Octavio!” You cry, reaching over and grabbing his shoulders, your body bending awkwardly, tummy crinkling the empanada bag in your lap. You shake him a little. “Yes, I will come with you, Jesus Christ. I was gonna say yes to begin with!”

“Why didn’t you just come out and say that then?” He huffs, though the tension drains out of his shoulders and he smiles at you, lips pulling up further at one corner. His chest expands with breath, like a weight has been lifted.

“I was trying but you don’t shut the fuck up.” You mutter, shoving his shoulders and he throws his head back, laughing into the vaulted ceiling of your studio.

-----

The week comes and goes within the blink of an eye and Octavio is… Definitely not ready to go to this stupid event. He’s texted you a little more throughout the week, telling you the kind of attire that’s expected at these dumb functions and reminding you that you don’t have to bring any crazy equipment with you.

He calls mama at the last minute, of course, telling her that he’s bringing on a photographer who expects to be paid in full for her services. She’s huffy about it but mostly seems glad someone will be capturing the event from the perspective of the Silva family – though why she kept his pa’s name after the divorce, he’ll never know. Anyway, it’s not like they can’t afford to pay you.

Octavio wears the black tie he knows his mama will hound him not for wearing but he refuses to put the blazer on. Instead, he’ll just carry it, black fabric hanging off his forearm. The sleeves of his white button up are rolled up to his elbows and even though mama could make a big stink, he’d remind her he could have showed up in what he wore in the games – including the Jade Tiger outfit.

It might have been a little too intimate to pick you up. The thought of knocking on your door at an appropriate hour, of being in his monkey suit and offering you his arm, made this feel more like it was a date and not just a favor. Instead, Octavio ordered you a cab and now, he’s waiting for you just outside the entrance of Ship’s Landing.

He’s tapping away on his phone, playing a racing game that he’s definitely going to beat Makoa’s score in. His tongue pokes out and he leans a little closer, glancing up only when he hears the whistle of vehicles going by, hoping to catch sight of your cab.

It’s in the middle of a jump that requires all his attention, a taxi stops right in front of him and the door opens. Octavio glances up, looking back down at his game, only to stop and look back up again, this time lowering his phone to get a better look.

His heart must be running a relay, must be trying to get a lead with a grenade, because the second he sees you, all he can hear is that loud noise again. Like an explosion of movement through his arteries and veins, his heart desperately trying to pick up with the adrenaline in his system. For once, it isn’t a fight, or an explosion, or a race that causes it, though. It’s you.

It’s you, struggling to get some huge camera tote out of the taxi while in high heels (he told you that you just had to bring a camera, damn it). It’s you, wearing a shade of vermillion that matches the fabric of your dress that hugs your figure. It’s you, with the off the shoulder, sweetheart neckline, and Octavio is surprised he can still recall anything about fashion. He’s kind of kicking himself for it too, because he can’t stop thinking of how much of a sweetheart that cut is, how easy it would be to slide it down your chest.

Octavio’s chest constricts, pupils blown wide as he imagines those heels digging into his ass as he fucks you, the sharp pinch of them spurring him faster, harder. It would be so easy to push you back into the cab, pay the driver a little extra to keep quiet while he shucks the dress up to your hips and sucks on your clit until you’re crying.

You guys should skip this. As a matter of fact, he should pay the cab driver to take you guys home so he can rip that dress off you. So, he doesn’t have to see you glide around in it, taking pictures, laughing and holding glasses of chardonnay at some stupid promotional party he doesn’t give a flying fuck about it.

“Oc?” Your voice snaps him from his reverie and Octavio realizes you’re staring at him, lips pursed, half waving to get his attention. “Can you shut the door?”

“Oh, yeah,” he breathes, moving forward to shut the cab door. “You… look really good.”

“Gee, thanks,” you say, smirking his way, and the rare little dance of mischief that glitters in your eyes makes his heart constrict. Fuck, he’s in so much trouble. This was a bad idea. Why did Ajay tell him to do this?

“We should skip this thing,” he tells you, waggling his brows, and you purse your lips at him.

“And get your stim revoked?” Right. He’d forgotten. Which is saying something, a voice in his head that sounds very much like Che says. He bats her away.

“Shut up, I know,” he mumbles and you two walk towards the ship his mama had ordered to take you to Psamathe. It has the Silva Pharmaceuticals logo on the side and he waves away the driver who stands with his arms folded at the passenger doors.

Octavio opens the trunk, taking your camera tote and laying it down in the backseat. You fuss at him, telling him that you can hold it in your lap and that this extravagant looking ship definitely has the space for you to hold your camera. He waves you off, telling you that you’re going to be in the ship for two hours, and you don’t need to be holding the bag in your lap the whole time.

After that, you two set off, towards his home planet. The ship his ma ordered is, of course, top of the line. The interior is plush, and over cushioned, with a tiny little bar on the opposite side of the long seats. You gaze around in wonder, squinting at the compartment at the top of the ship that he knows contains a disco ball.

“Jeez, your family pulled out all the stops, huh?” You ask and he snorts, scooting towards the edge of the seat and grabbing a bottle of Aguardiente his knows his pa keeps stashed for when he has to ride with ma to events.

“Gotta show up in style,” he mumbles, grabbing one of the little cups stacked on top of a fancy looking cupholder. “Would look bad if I came in just a cab.”

He feels your gaze burning on the side of his face and he holds out the first glass of liquor to you. When he looks in your direction, you shake your head, and Octavio shrugs, taking the first shot with a loud ‘aa’ sound afterwards and a little clench of his teeth. Coño, that shit’s strong.

“You’re really stressed about this,” you conclude, and Octavio turns to look at you again. Your hands rest idly in your lap and your eyes seem to look right through him, finding all the little weak spots, the little internal ticks that made him say that stupid thing into your neck.

“I am,” he says, “you can help me de-stress, if you want, chica.”

He waggles his eyebrows at you, masking his discomfort at how easily you read him with a little laugh. To Octavio’s surprise, you reach over, placing a hand on his thigh, and his eyes meet yours with dark intent.

“Yeah,” you say, then lean in, and kiss him. His heart constricts in his chest and he hate, hate, hates Ajay right now.

At the same time, he loves her. Thinks that he should thank her, should apologize and thank her, because you’re kissing him slowly, lips warming him with every gentle slide. Your chin tucks a little closer to your chest as you bow your head, just enough to catch his lower lip between his teeth. He sighs, squirming at the gentle scrape, the distracting buzz of your hand creeping closer to the space between his thighs.

“If we fuck, can you manage not to get cum on this dress?” You ask him as you pull away and his dick throbs at the thought of fucking you.

“Absolutamente, mami,” he mutters, hands creeping out to grab at your hips. He wants to pull you on top of him, pull whatever panties you’re wearing to the side. Watch his dick disappear inside you. Watch you throw your head back while he pulls down that sweetheart neckline-

“I don’t believe that,” you grumble but you’re pushing him down onto the long seat. Octavio lands with a thump and he’s kind of thankful he doesn’t have much hair. He pushes himself up onto his elbows, watching you make your way down his body. You don’t stop to place gentle kisses on his stomach, or any of that other fluffy bullshit that makes his stomach flutter, and he’s grateful and disappointed all at the same time.

You wrangle his belt open, the button of his pants and his fly following. You only scoot his waistband down enough to reveal his boxer briefs and the choked off sound that leaves him as you fenagle his dick out of the small gap in them is embarrassing.

“Shit, mami, you don’t have to, we can wait,” he says, even though his fingers are already tangling in your hair. Impatient. You smirk up at him.

“I don’t think you can,” you reply, before you drag your tongue up the underside of him. He gasps, like the air has been punched from his lungs, hypersensitive from weeks of having not been touched. You let saliva pool in your mouth, then stick your tongue out, watching it drip down. It makes his dick glisten, slippery with your saliva, and a dark spot forms at the base where he’s poking out of his boxer-briefs.

“Baby,” he whines and now his hand has tightened, trying desperately to push you where he wants you. Your licks and kisses are good, but not enough, not for how hard he is, for how he wants to fuck into your throat.

You only smirk, dragging the flat of your tongue up, the tip of it flicking just beneath the head. His hips jerk at the sensation and he rolls his neck back with a little groan. Octavio is always so vocal, so willing to tell you what he wants and what he doesn’t. Right now, what he wants is for you to take it, suck his dick until his eyes cross and he cums down your throat.

“I’m working on it,” you reply, and he definitely hadn’t realized he said that out loud. Oh well. You finally, finally, gracias a Dios, take the tip of him into your mouth. You place your puckered lips over the very tip, tongue poking the salty slit, and Octavio’s mouth falls open. Yours does a moment later and your cheeks hollow as you make your down the length of him.

“Puuuutamadre! Baby! Fuck!” Octavio gasps and he’s thankful to be riding in such a large ship because he’s certain if he kept it up, the driver would definitely know what was going on. He also kind of doesn’t give a fuck, hips trembling with the effort to not fuck your throat. You bob your head up and down, tongue glued to the hard length of him, and fuck, your eyes are closed, like you’re enjoying this.

You have the audacity, in all of this, to drag the tip of your finger around the base of him. He’s so close to being fully buried inside you. You push yourself, making wet noises that go straight to his dick as your lips finally touch the opening of his underwear. Then, the tip of your wet finger prods his rosebud, and that’s all it takes for Octavio to cum.

Toe curling, jaw dropping orgasm. That’s all he can think of when you finally get him to cum, the mere tease of your finger inside somewhere so intimate making his thighs clench. He shudders out, fist clenched tightly in your hair, trying to keep you down and still respect if you need to come up for air, but, coño, do you make it hard to keep that split train of thought going. He feels you swallow, throat folding around his cock, and the motion itself makes him whimper, for once overstimmed.

You slowly pull away, lips swollen and wet and red, sitting back on your knees with a shit eating grin. Octavio is catching his breath, trying desperately to slow his racing heart which, for once, isn’t caused by stim stabbed into his thigh. You gently massage his thighs and, Jesus, he really wishes you wouldn’t do shit like that.

“You good?” You murmur and the husky edge of your voice makes his spine tingle. He nods, slowing his breath to normal.

“I forgot how good you are at giving head,” he tells you and you snort as he looks around. When he doesn’t spy a handtowel, or something that isn’t a napkin that won’t stick to his dick, he gives up, tucking it away with your drool still on it. He adjusts his fly, slowly sitting up, muscles more relaxed than they’ve been in the week since he’d gotten that phone call.

“I expect you to return the favor on the flight home,” you say and he grins, for the moment distracted from the impending doom of his parents.

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