#algo test

[hmatrading]

Welcome to the exciting world of algo trading, where cutting-edge technology and financial markets converge to revolutionize trading strategies! It's no secret that the rise of algo trading has been nothing short of remarkable, and in 2024, we're witnessing its full potential unfold. In this blog post, we'll dive deep into the realm of algo trading software in India, unveiling the best options available for traders looking to stay ahead of the game. 

[mangopit]

am i tripping or am i seeing more youtubers change their thumbnails and video titles a few hours after uploading?

like it's not uncommon to see ppl use more clickbaity fake-drama video titles for algorithmic reasons, but lately and more specifically i've been seeing these L.A. youtubers upload videos with titles that are more... abrasive and somewhat problematic lol? and then some hours later it'll be updated to have more PC language. like either these major channels are suddenly forgetting how to not offend people or they're employing the "get clicks by being a certain acceptable amount of incorrect and reasonably mistaken" and it's leaving a bad taste in my mouth

[malkaviian]

más pensamientos cringes, pero probablemente mica le dijo a zachary al menos una vez que creía que estaba embarazado (cuando obviamente no lo estaba) para molestarlo

[readingwriter92]

I love when I write all my code. It takes hours everything works. And then I put it into a different operating system and it just. Completely breaks

[dancewithmejustforthehellofit]

Woo boy, the fact I can't get an endocrinology appointment before fucking FEBRUARY is the worst.

[mizufae]

I felt like shit because of a combo of terrible sleep and menstrual hormonal crap and allergies but then I took two Tylenol and ate a bowl of hot rice and now I am in bed under the covers so everything is okay again

[the-acid-pear]

O my knees shaking fists in praying towards the sky por favor un centro mas un centro mas un solo signo nuevo de que puedo hacer esto otro más porfa porfa se que puedo pero necesito saber que no va a estar demás se me pasó la confianza loco porfavorrrrr AAAUUUUUGGGHHHH.............

[kissingwookiees]

i KEEP getting ads like this on instagram but this one is so bad the little disco ball pisses me off!!!!

[algos11]

In trading, the validation and optimisation of strategies are pivotal for success. Backtesting, the process of testing a trading strategy using historical data, is a crucial step in this journey.

[pupsmailbox]

ROBOT ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　aerobot.　agatha.　ai.　alan.　alethea.　alexia.　algernon.　alistair.　alpha.　amaryllis.　ambrose.　androbot.　androic.　andromeda.　angelica.　antenna.　arabella.　araminta.　arcade.　auto.　automaton.　axel.　axis.　badnik.　bionel.　bolt.　byte.　care.　celline.　cello.　chip.　chipique.　clank.　cloniste.　clonoid.　cobot.　codelle.　cole.　curiosity.　cy.　cyber.　cybette.　cybion.　cypher.　data.　dell.　della.　delpha.　delta.　digi.　dot.　droid.　droidess.　droidis.　dronette.　echo.　elektra.　euna.　eva.　eve.　fritz.　giga.　gizmo.　glitch.　grey.　gynoid.　helix.　holo.　holodir.　hydra.　ida.　jet.　kaput.　kinect.　krudzu.　linion.　mac.　mace.　machibella.　machina.　mal.　malware.　mation.　mech.　mecha.　mechael.　mechan．ace.　metal.　metalia.　metalish.　micro.　motherboard.　motor.　nano.　neo.　nucleus.　nyquist.　orbit.　parallel.　pip.　pixel.　prime.　primus.　proto.　quantum.　radar.　radius.　ram.　ray.　reflect.　reflectette.　robo.　robonaut.　rusty.　satellite.　scrappy.　selsyn.　sentiex.　servo.　shard.　siri.　solar.　sonar.　spark.　sparkie.　sparky.　sputnik.　steele.　sterling.　stochastic.　synchro.　synie.　synthett.　talus.　terra.　tin.　tink.　tobor.　ultramarine.　ultron.　unimate.　unit.　virus.　waldo.　zip.

PRONOUNS ⌇　00/00.　01/01.　0101/0101.　11/11.　1010/1010.　10110/101.　ai/ai.　algo/algorithm.　android/android.　app/app.　auto/auto.　auto/automated.　auto/automaton.　axis/axi.　beep/boop.　bio/bionic.　bio/bioplastic.　blast/blast.　bo/bot.　bolt/bolt.　bot/bot.　buffer/buffer.　byte/byte.　cell/cell.　chaos/chaos.　chi/chip.　click/click.　clo/clone.　code/code.　coil/recoil.　command/command.　compute/computer.　core/core.　cyb/cyborg.　cyber/cyber.　data/data.　dev/device.　device/device.　dig/digital.　digi/digital.　droi/droid.　droid/droid.　e/exe.　electric/electric.　entry/entries.　exo/exoskeleton.　gear/gear.　gli/glitch.　glitch/glitch.　hack/hack.　ho/holo.　holo/holo.　hologram/hologram.　in/install.　intra/intranet.　link/link.　machi/machine.　mal/malfunction.　mal/malware.　mech/mech.　mecha/mechanical.　mechanic/mechanic.　metal/metal.　metro/metro.　motor/motor.　neo/neo.　neon/neon.　nuclear/nuclear.　propeller/propeller.　radar/radar.　retro/retro.　robo/robo.　robo/robot.　robot/robot.　rubber/rubber.　satellite/satellite.　sca/scan.　shard/shard.　shine/shiny.　signal/signal.　solar/solar.　steel/steel.　stem/stem.　swi/switch.　syn/synth.　syn/synthetic.　tech/tech.　techno/techno.　test/test.　text/text.　turing/turing.　vi/viru.　web/site.　web/web.　whirr/whirr.　wi/wifi.　wire/wire.　wired/wired.　⚙️/⚙️.　🔧/🔧.　🔩/🔩.　🛠//🛠.　🤖/🤖.

[sthavoc]

Hi bestieeee, can I request something cute ? It could be short if you like.

You never call Enzo by his name he is used to hearing “mi amor” or whatever you like but when you say his name for something he’s like the confused pikachu meme like what did I do wrong? Who you talking to cuz that ain’t me I’m the love of your life future father of your children EXCUSE YOUUU TREAT ME WITH SOME RESPECT.

Thank you !! 💖

*๑՞ 🍏 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

·˚ ༘ pairing: enzo x fem!reader

·˚ ༘ summary: you decide to pull a little prank on your boyfriend, wanting to see his reaction to you calling him by his name.

·˚ ༘ warnings: I believe it’s only fluff (if not i’m sorry)

·˚ ༘ note: guys i’m finally on spring break!! I can write more fics now! this one is a small blurb <3 i’m sorry if there’s any grammar mistakes.

The times you’ve called Enzo by his name could be counted. Those few moments could be times when the two of you would either fight or be on serious topics. Apart from that, his name wouldn't be a part of your daily vocabulary around him, or on the list of names you were used on calling him.

But today, you decided to see and test the waters. What would his reaction be to you randomly calling him by his name? Right now both of you found yourselves in the kitchen after you guys had gotten back home from doing your grocery shopping.

You thought this was perfect timing for you to ask him for something.

“¿Enzo, me pasas las manzanas por favor?” And there was his reaction. You tried to ignore it, but the facial expressions he had were difficult to dismiss. Your lips quivered from trying your best not to break character, you even had to seal them completely.

“¿Cómo me llamaste?” He spoke with confusion and astonishment in his tone. You never looked up from what you were doing and continued to put the groceries away.

“¿De qué hablas?” You followed along. The smallest of smiles broke from your lips when your back faced him and he wasn’t able to see any sign of facial expressions on your face.

“Me llamaste Enzo.” He sets both palms on the cold stone of the kitchen counter, his knuckles bending with the action. By this moment you had turned towards him again but continued to move.

“Pero si así te llamas amor.” You played dumb.

“No, no—” He points with his index before making his lips damped with his tongue. “Para vos yo soy tu “mi amor”, futuro marido, el padre de tus futuros hijos, el amor de tu vida.” You were trying your very best not to laugh right now. He appeared offended from hearing his name coming out of your lips.

You couldn't hide the smile on your lips, and he realized it. The crease that formed between his brows hadn't missed the way your cheeks grew for the smile. Which was when he asked—

“¿Por que sonreís?” he continued to look annoyed as you continued to smile.

You shook your head trying to cover your smile, but you were failing to. “Era una bromita amor.”

A smirk appeared on his lips, where he stuck his tongue inside his lower lip with a small shake of the head. “Ah ¿una bromita eh?” He copies. He had walked closer to you, his hands had found its way to your waist. “Pues tus bromitas me van a dar algo chiquita. Pero todo lo que dije es verdad eh.” He points.

“Lo se, y lo siento.” you whisper genuinely. Your eyes looked up at him while you continued to share your smile.

His index finger and thumb rested on your chin while the lack of space stayed between the two before he leaned in to share a gentle kiss. A kiss from which you were able to hear the smooch after you both pulled away.

“respeto, nena.” He said.

And you knew that the man meant for you to have respect for him, on knowing how to call him. It was mostly banter, but he did prefer for you to call him any cute pet name than his name. A million times.

[hansolsticio]

✦ — "período fértil". ᯓ svt (pu).

— jun, hoshi, minghao & dino × leitora. — 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮: headcanon (smut). — 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1192. — 𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗼𝘀: oral (f), linguagem imprópria, exibicionismo. — 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗮𝘀: que feio eu ter demorado mil anos pra fazer com a performance unit (o hao ameaçou me deserdar

── ★ ˙ ̟ wen junhui ᝰ .

→ É um dos que finge não perceber, mas não pelos motivos já apresentados. O Jun não curte te dar reações muito exageradas ou explícitas sobre esse tipo de coisa, porque não quer que você sinta vergonha de algo que é tão natural.

→ Te observa o tempo inteiro, então sabe te ler muito bem.

→ E quando nota alguma coisa fora do normal sempre dá um jeitinho de ficar à sós contigo. Se perceber que três ou quatro beijinhos gostosos não resolveram, arruma uma forma de te levar para casa sem fazer alarde.

→ Faz questão de te pegar de jeito só 'pra garantir que vai te deixar satisfeita. Jun sabe que você só sossega quando foder ele, mas fica cansadinha demais se sentar por muito tempo.

→ Te dá um oral dos deuses, babando sua buceta inteirinha e esfregando o nariz nela sem pudor algum. Mama seus peitinhos como ninguém. Enche seu corpo todinho de beijo e mordidinha. Te coloca de quatro e soca três dedos em você até te fazer chorar. Brinca com seu outro buraquinho... honestamente acho que o Jun não deixa nada passar.

→ E só quando você estiver molinha, burrinha de tanto gozar, só aí que ele vira seu brinquedinho.

→ O homem te conhece a tempo suficiente 'pra saber que, nessa época do seu ciclo, depois do segundo orgasmo qualquer resquício de vergonha sai do seu corpo. Vira putinha, faz o que bem entende com ele.

→ Jun aprendeu a amar esse seu lado no primeiro tapa no rosto que levou enquanto te assistia sentar nele. Ele sabe que existem circunstâncias específicas que te deixam nesse estado, por isso sempre segue tudo à risca quando sente um tiquinho mais de carência da sua parte.

→ "Bate mais forte, linda. Cacete, eu vou gozar..."

── ★ ˙ ̟ kwon soonyoung (hoshi) ᝰ .

→ É a época mais feliz da vida dele. Desde que você explicou pro Soonyoung o que é um período fértil e o que acontece com você nessa fase, ele aguarda ansiosamente todos os meses.

→ O corpo de Soonyoung é basicamente mais seu do que dele a esta altura, mas isso fica bem mais explícito nessa época. Ele tá sempre pronto para te dar o que você quiser, quando e onde você quiser. Fica duro 'pra caralho com a mera menção de que você precisa da atenção dele.

→ Tem energia de sobra, então é outro Mingyu da vida. Quer foder o tempo o todo e todo o tempo, definitivamente não te deixa passando vontade.

→ De verdade, ele não sossega enquanto não te deixar chorando igual puta no pau dele. Soonie vive para te fazer feliz, se recusa a deixar o amor da vida dele insatisfeita.

→ Porém, isso é uma faca de dois gumes: você precisa colocar limite. O homem não é um sem noção, mas perde a mão muito fácil quando é o seu prazer em jogo.

→ Se dá por inteiro. Fode forte e sempre aproveita 'pra te encher de mordida e marca pelo corpo todo — pois sabe que no estado que ele te deixa você é incapaz de reclamar de alguma coisa.

→ Fica tão agitado que não sabe o que quer. O pau cheio e pesadinho te abre sem piedade, mas quando você vai ver já tem três dedos bem no fundo da sua bucetinha, enquanto Soonyoung te chupa só 'pra ver se consegue te fazer esguichar — vira quase uma bonequinha de teste.

→ Não te dá descanso e é cara de pau o suficiente de te acordar no meio da noite só 'pra transar.

→ "Ela ainda 'tá toda meladinha, amor. Deixa eu foder de novo, vai?"

── ★ ˙ ̟ xu minghao ᝰ .

→ Sabe aquele vídeo dele pedindo para uma carat implorar? Então... ele provavelmente vai fazer isso contigo. Vai usar a mesma carinha com o mesmo sorrisinho safado 'pra te fazer pedir por ele. Não vê motivos para esconder que é tudo provocação e te faz implorar mais ainda se você apontar esse fato.

→ Normalmente, Minghao já é um amante lento, paciente e sensual. Sua pressa não vai fazer nada, senão deixá-lo com mais vontade de te torturar. Ele sabe que o seu corpo já está sensível, então se aproveita disso para te sobrecarregar mais ainda com uma série de estímulos sutis e prolongados. Hao nunca passa uma chance de te fazer chorar de tesão.

→ Então pode fazer quanta birra você quiser, reclamar e praticamente suplicar pra ele te deixar gozar de uma vez. Não adianta.

→ Se ele precisar te amarrar, ele vai (na verdade, talvez até prefira assim). Usa o peso do próprio corpo contra você para te deixar quietinha e até mesmo te ameaça dizendo que se não tiver paciência e se comportar vai ter que se virar sozinha. Usa os dedos e a boquinha bonita no seu corpo inteiro e te beija devagarzinho só para te amolecer ainda mais.

→ Além disso, ele ama, repito: AMA fingir que está te comendo por cima das roupas mesmo. Prende seus bracinhos contra a cama, abre suas pernas e 'fode' gostosinho — você jura que quase consegue sentir. É um canalha de marca maior, porque te força a ficar de olhinhos abertos vendo cada uma das expressões de prazer dele. Geme baixinho, elogia sua bucetinha, fala todo grogue que vai gozar gostoso dentro dela... a atuação perfeita — tudo isso sem te tocar diretamente uma vez sequer.

→ E você genuinamente acha que vai desmaiar de tesão em algum momento (se é que isso é possível). Tão molhadinha que tem certeza de que ele consegue sentir através dos tecidos.

→ "Não faz essa carinha 'pra mim, amor. Se quer mesmo ganhar pau vai precisar pedir direitinho."

── ★ ˙ ̟ lee chan (dino) ᝰ .

→ Channie = pau-mandado.

→ No começo do relacionamento de vocês até havia certa timidez, Chan não tinha certeza de quais eram seus limites e era meio novo nessa coisa inteira de namorar.

→ O início foi meio embaraçoso, mas igualmente excitante — logo após sua primeira vez com Chan foi como viver um período fértil muito prolongado: estava o tempo inteiro com tesão. E, ainda assim, ele se sentia meio travado, especialmente quando você sugeria algo mais arriscado.

→ Mas hoje em dia? Você não precisa pedir nada mais de uma vez. Ele obedece na primeira, sempre obedece. Te vê quase como uma divindade, então te obedece igual cachorrinho, mesmo que precise se virar com as consequências depois.

→ Você tá carente e quer foder na sala de prática? Okay. Chan te puxa pro cantinho e te come ali mesmo. Nem faz questão de se despir ou de tirar tua roupa, só arrasta sua calcinha de ladinho e te fode de frente pro espelho.

→ O Seungcheol entrou? Poxa, que pena. Mas o Channie não pode parar agora, não quando a princesinha dele 'tá quase gozando, toda manhosinha. Você ficou tão necessitada o dia inteiro, mal saiu do pé do seu namorado. Ele não pode te negar isso agora.

→ E outra, o Cheol entende que vocês são jovens e cheios de energia, não é? Ele não vai julgar — é o que seu namorado pensa.

→ Por isso continua metendo gostosinho, a vozinha dengosa no seu ouvido te pedindo para fechar os olhinhos. Só seu prazer importa agora, mais nada.

→ "Shhhhh, calminha. Ele mal 'tá te vendo, amor. Goza pro seu Channie, goza."

# — © 2024 hansolsticio ᯓ★ masterlist.

[peaceeandcoolestvibes]

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[malkaviian]

also, aunque intentaba camuflarlo lo mejor posible, golden absolutamente no se comportó normal el resto del embarazo de fox cuando se enteró de que el bebé era suyo lmao

[pedrospatch]

bailé con mi ex l (javier peña x female reader)

summary: After a night out at the club with your friends, you confess to Javier that you danced with your ex-boyfriend and he doesn’t take the news too well.

pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

warnings: 18+ only, minors dni. Protective, jealous and slightly possessive Javi, he is a lil toxic, but just a smidge I promise; innocent-ish reader; angst, bits of fluff sprinkled in here and there. Not proofread for spelling, sorry!

word count 2.2k

a/n 📝 wooo, Vee finally popped her Javi cherry. testing the waters with this one, I also have a couple prompts from a while back to still write. it is based on a Becky G song, yes I know she and this song did not exist back in the day (I think? Idk what year she was born tbh) but ANYWAY I just really like the lyrics and plus it’s fiction so who cares lmao. Translations at the end ✨

Tú no me creerás, pensarás que hay algo más

es difícil de entenderlo, pero no sería capaz de enganãrte

y si te lo cuento

es porque tengo muy claro lo que siento

It was half past one o’ clock in the morning—you had told Javier you’d be home by midnight at the very latest. But a night out at one of the more popular clubs in Bogotá celebrating a close friend’s birthday meant that none of the girls were going to allow you to leave that early without giving you some kind of shit about it, so you had stayed just a little while longer and tossed back another drink or two before finally calling it a night. Your friends still gave you grief about it, but knowing Javier, he would be worried, especially since cartel violence in the region had begun to escalate over the last several months, worsening to the point where Javi didn’t even like you going out to the produce market all by yourself in broad daylight.

You tried to be as quiet as possible as you pulled your keys out from your purse, fumbling around with them in the dark until you’d finally found the right one to unlock the front door of yours and Javier’s shared apartment. You slipped inside and the moment that you did, the lights flipped on, causing you to whirl around and let out a startled little yelp. 

You turned to see Javier standing there, fully dressed in his jeans and a tight red button up shirt with his set of car keys clutched in hand. “Javi,” You breathed out his name as your hand flew to your chest. You shot him a glare. “Jesus Christ, you scared the hell out of me! What in the world are you doing? Why are you dressed—do you have any idea what time it is right now?”

“Do you have any idea what time it is right now?” Javier retorted, raising an eyebrow at you. Part of him seemed to be upset, but the other part of him seemed more relieved than anything. He tossed his keys down onto the small, hallway table and walked over to you, taking your face between his large hands as he kissed your forehead. He let his lips linger on your skin as he reminded you, “You told me you would be home by midnight, amor. You can’t tell me that and then come home almost two hours later. You know how bad things are out there right now. You could have at least called me to let me know you’d be late.”

“I’m sorry, I know. It’s just that the girls were shoving shot glass after shot glass right into my hands and time just got away from me,” You said, placing both of your hands right over his. Your eyes met his dark brown ones and you flashed him a sincere, apologetic look. “I’m really sorry I didn’t call. I didn’t mean to make you worry, Javi.”

He sighed. “Well, you’re home safe now. That’s all that matters to me.” Javier dropped his hands from your face and led you into the living room. “Can I get you anything, baby? Are you thirsty?”

“Actually, I’d love a glass of water,” You admitted, kicking off your black, high heeled shoes before dropping down onto the supple, brown leather couch. You watched him as he padded over into the kitchen. “I didn’t get as drunk as I thought I would, you know.” You added jokingly, “I think my tolerance for tequila is through the roof now.”

Javi laughed as he pulled a glass from one of the kitchen cabinets; he then filled it with water from the jug he’d pulled out of the refrigerator. “But you still had fun, right?”

“God, I had so much fun,” You told him with a grin. “I danced all night, Javi.”

“With who?” He’d asked the question casually, but you could detect the seriousness behind it. 

Your smile faded slightly.

At first, you hadn’t planned to tell him. But Javier was the love of your life, and you would never dare to keep any kind of secret from him.

Still, you knew he wouldn’t be all too happy with what you were about to confess.

Javier walked back over to you, handing you the glass of water. He frowned, noticing the hesitant expression on your face. “What is it?” He placed his hands on his hips, peering at you curiously. “You didn’t dance with any guys, did you?”

“Just one,” You admitted, softly. 

Javier froze a moment, his shoulders going rigid. 

“What?” Through gritted teeth, he demanded to know, “Who?”

The moment your ex boyfriend’s name fell from your lips, the color drained from Javier’s face. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

Setting the glass down on the table beside the couch, you quickly jumped up and held up your hands in defense. “Wait a minute, before you get mad about it, just let me explain—”

“What the hell is there to explain?” Javier nearly growled at you. “That you went to some nightclub and danced with another man? One who happens to be your fucking ex-boyfriend? Es en serio?”

You went up to him, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “Javi, please. Just wait one second—”

He snatched his arm away. “Don’t touch me!”

Your heart sank and you backed away. “Really? You’re not even going to let me explain myself?”

“There’s nothing to explain,” Javier replied coolly. His eyes flickered up and down, giving you a quick once over from head to toe. “I would have never thought that you would be such a—”

Javier stopped himself, knowing all too damn well that he was far too angry to think clearly before letting anything come out of his mouth.

But it was too late.

He could see the hurt that flashed in your eyes. 

“Such a what?” You crossed your arms over your chest, the blood in your veins running frigid. You then raised a knowing eyebrow at him. “Such a whore?”

“I didn’t say fucking that,” he muttered, averting your gaze.

Blinking back the tears that burned your eyes, you roughly shoved past him and went straight into the bathroom. Trembling, you began looking for a clean washcloth so that you could start taking off your makeup.

The sound of the front door slamming violently just a minute or two later caused you to wince.

Certain that Javier was gone, you sank down onto the cold white tile and began to sob.

A couple of hours later into the early morning, you were sitting on your bed in nothing but one of Javier’s shirts. 

You had cried and cried, releasing your emotions until your eyes had gone dry.

You’d hoped Javier would come right back home and talk things out with you, but by the time four o’ clock rolled around, you had given up on that hope. Letting out an exhausted sigh, you were just about to reach out and switch off the lamp on the nightstand next to the bed when you heard the sound of the front door opening and then closing. 

You swallowed harshly as the sound of his footsteps approaching drew closer and closer.

Javier walked into the bedroom, looking surprised to see you sitting there, still awake at this hour. He spoke in a cold tone that let you know he was still upset with you. “I thought you would be asleep by now.”

Even from where he stood, you could smell the heavy stench of cigarettes and scotch all over him.

“I was waiting up for you,” You murmured, quietly.

Javier kicked the bedroom door closed behind him and let out a long sigh. He said nothing else to you as he kicked off his tan boots and began shrugging out of his shirt, tossing it aside.

“Where were you?” You asked him, your small voice breaking through the silence. 

“I needed a drink,” he responded curtly with his back to you.

“We have drinks here, you know.”

“Yeah, well I needed something a lot stronger than what we’ve got.”

Finally, Javier had no choice but to turn around and face you.

The second he did, a fresh tear slipped down the side of your face.

Javier’s stomach sank deeply and the expression on his face immediately softened.

“Bebe—”

You lifted both your hands to your mouth, muffling a broken sob.

“Hell, I’m sorry,” he apologized as he walked over, taking a seat beside you on the bed. He reached for your wrists, gently tugging them away from your face. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to get so upset at you, alright?”

“Do you really think that of me? Do you think that I’m a—?” You’d said the word once, but couldn’t find it in yourself to utter it again.

“Of course I don’t, mi vida. I was just angry, I wasn’t even thinking.” He paused, noticing the way you were trembling and reached up to cradle the side of your face in his palm. “Put yourself in my shoes for a second. Wouldn’t you be angry at me if I came home from a late night at the club and told you I had danced with one of my exes?”

“Probably,” You admitted, feeling the envy boil in your lower belly as you thought about him holding another woman in his arms. “But I would have at least given you the chance to explain yourself. I mean, have I ever given you a reason not to trust me, Javi?”

Javier opened his mouth to speak, then clamped it shut.

He’d fucked up.

“Well?” You prompted him. “Answer me, Javier. Have I ever done anything to make you think that you can’t trust me?”

“No.” His hand dropped from your face. He spoke again, guilt lacing his tone. “You’ve never given me one single reason not to trust you.”

You let out a small, shaky sigh and brought your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them. “He was at the club with his friends tonight,” You began to explain to him. You noticed the way Javier stiffened slightly; although you knew he didn’t want to hear about how you had danced with your ex-boyfriend, you decided to continue on anyway. He needed to know. “He came up to me and he said hello. We had a drink together and then he asked me to dance with him.” Unable to help yourself, you let out a small breathy chuckle. “We danced to quite a few songs, actually. It was just like old times.”

Javier’s jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists.

Before he could say anything, you lifted one of your own hands to stop him. “He was a great guy, Javier. We had a good relationship, but it just didn’t work out. It wasn’t meant to be. When we broke up, it was amicable and we wished each other best and now, a couple years later, we both have the best. He’s with someone he loves and I’m with someone that I love too.” You offered him a tiny, watery smile. “I don’t have eyes or space in my heart for anyone else but you, Javier. Seeing him again and dancing with him tonight made me realize that I would never even dare to think about jeopardizing our relationship. I love you more than anything, and I would never do anything to betray you.” 

He stared at you, mouth agape.

Oh, he’d definitely fucked up.

Before meeting you, Javier had never been the kind of man to do relationships—because he’d never known how to do relationships. 

Before you’d walked into his life, all Javier knew was meaningless sex with escorts and informants, one night stands with coworkers—regardless of who he fucked, he had always been able to walk away the following morning without any sort of attachment. It’s what he wanted, or at least, it’s what he’d thought he wanted. 

And then Javier met you. 

You weren’t the type of woman who he’d normally set his sights on. You didn’t walk around almost naked like half the women in Colombia, you didn’t smoke, you rarely ever even cursed and only drank when your friends pressured you into it—you had this kind of sweet innocence written all over you, and normally Javier would never look twice at a woman like you because a woman like you looked for a boyfriend; not a fuck buddy and certainly not a one night stand.

Javier Peña had never been boyfriend material. 

He didn’t know how to be in a relationship.

At least not a healthy one. 

Even now, he struggled to be the partner that you deserved. He met your physical needs without a single problem, but your emotional needs were something of a challenge for him. Still, Javi loved you with every fiber of his entire being and he was more than willing to keep on trying to be the man you needed him to be in every way possible. 

“I’m sorry,” Javier murmured again after a while. He reached out, placing his hand on your bare thigh. “I am so sorry, baby. Perdoname, preciosa. Please.”

You placed your hand on top of his, giving him another little smile. “Of course I forgive you, Javi.”

Relieved, he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. As he began to deepen the kiss, his hands reached out, tugging at the hem of his shirt were wearing.

“Javi, it’s four in the morning,” You giggled against his lips.

Javier chuckled. He pushed you back against the pillows and swung his leg over to climb on top of you. “When has that ever stopped us before?”

“True,” You grinned up at him before pulling him down towards you for another kiss.

;Translations

lyrics:

You might not believe me, you’ll think there’s something more

it’s difficult to understand, but I could never betray you

if I’m telling you this, it’s because I know exactly how I feel

fic:

amor - love

es en serio? - are you serious?

bebe - baby

mi vida - my life

perdoname, preciosa - forgive me, precious girl

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