#me when I see alvaro do a hand thing

[enidsinclairaddams]

Chapter 2 ~ A thousand memories"

See My Cp1 => Intro first!

Warnings: Cursing a lil. Pg 16

~Morning room in the Rodríguez garden house.~

His walk was steady, elegant and filled with power and showed purity of his royal blood. Mr. Bond sat there watching is long forgotten friend. When Alvaro approached him closer, he stood up and extended his hands to him.

Alvaro’s POV

He extended his hands to me, but I didn’t take it. I sat in the opposite chair and told him to sit too. Daren looks like he is a year or so older than me and I know what I’m doing is disrespectful. “Tell me- Mr. Bond” I said formally. “What made you come here?” Daren left out a laugh. “It’s a surprise you didn’t forget me Alvaro” I pursed my lips tight. “Anyway lets come to the topic shall we?” he started,

“I’m here to collect my debt from you Mr. Rodríguez”

“What debt?” I asked. My legs shifted involuntarily. Daren left out a hefty laugh. “If you have well- forgot” He pressed on the “forgot’, “I will take you back to ten years from now, April twentieth two thousand and one” he paused, studying me if I have got any memory of the past; as if it was mine.

“well you seem not to recall” He said slightly frowning. “You asked me to lend you a sum of ten thousand pounds Alvaro. Did you really forget that?” He said narrowing his eyes. My jaws nearly dropped but I quickly closed it.

“Remember Alvaro… the amount you asked me when you failed to repay the tax for your BMW and that you can’t ask your dad” he pressed on. I pretended to be deep in thought. But he continued, “I am surprised Alvaro! Is this someone else in your disguise? We have been friends since kinder Al… Its shocking that you totally forgot me in these eight years” My heart pricked at hearing this.

Think Alvaro. I thought. Who is he… who was he to him’? Slightly losing my guard. I remembered. I say keeping my voice less suspicious. “How was Sydney Aren?”

“Ah finally Al!” He hugged me and I gave a brotherly pat in his back. “I worried you totally forgot me man!” I gave a smirk. “How can I forget?” Easier than I thought it would be.

“I didn’t come here all the way from Sydney, asking for my money back man! I came to look how you are doing!” what a relief to hear that. “Yeah! That’s great, thanks!” He expected me to say more, but when I looked at his face he wore a grave expression. He scoffed, “Your not Alvaro Rodríguez are you?” He asked his arms relaxed in the chair. My jaws tensed and I tried to keep myself cool. “What do you mean?” I say.

“Whoever you are, your really good at acting” He smirked nodding. “Daren!” I warned, losing my temper. “But not really great with emotions” He spat at the ground. “I was not even your friend fake’ Alvaro, I was Alvaro’s greatest bully during school ages but we became business partners and friends eventually when we both joined the same company” He laughed. “Sydney? I left London to Slovakia! The only thing you told correct so far is Aren- yes Alvaro called me Aren because it matched with Ares, god of war- he always calls me that whenever I lost my temper… As you are doing now” He laughed.

“Daren-“

“I don’t know who you are, but you stole Alvaro’s identity… I came here knowing this. I saw you in ‘The Guardian’ and one thing made me think your not Alvaro, because- In that picture took by the press, when I magnified it I saw one peculiar mistake which would send you behind bars if the public gets to know it too.

“your eyes were green other than the blue it should be” shit, I forgot to wear my contact lenses that day. “The one feature which makes Alvaro stand out from the rest; his striking blue eyes, seemed you forgot that” I glared at him, anger arising from every part of me. But I didn’t stop him- because it is the truth…

“I thought it might be the poor lighting or something that made the eyes change color, when the photo was taken. But no. As an expert Art director. My assumption was wrong, it wasn’t photoshopped either, it is your’ real eye color. So this states you’re not Alvaro”

“so that’s what you interpret right? That I’m not Alvaro, I am not. Why didn’t you tell the police even before coming and confronting me?” I say keeping my voice low.

“Because,” he stated. “I wanted to know who you are, and why the heck are you doing this. I am not really a big friend of Alvaro but I need to do this for him, for our three year friendship.” I laughed till my stomach ached. I stopped and became serious. “Being a friend of him for just three years, you are ready to do this for him. But as his brother you expect me to be any different from you… friend?”

He gave me a confused look. I open my eyes wide and take out the contact lenses to reveal my green eyes. “I’m Brandon Rodríguez Nice to meet you!” I extend my arms at him. Now this time, he didn’t take it. I shrugged and continued to smirk at him. “But that’s impossible! Brandon died! Like eight years ago!”

“Brandon has green eyes, I have green eyes too. Doesn’t it prove that, I’m Brandon?”

“You could be anyone with green eyes!”

“Hah! We are… twins, if you didn’t know that”

“so- If your Brandon… then who died?” He asked. My body tensed up. I can’t say this. Never! To anyone.

“I can’t say this” I say childishly.

“You need to Alva- Brandon. You faked to be Alvaro for a past ten years! You also fooled Alvaro’s girlfriend; Adelaide into marrying you! Now SPEAK UP”

“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me filth” I grit my teeth. “Then I’m telling the cops-“ he says. “I don’t care!” I spat

'“I’ll tell Adelaide- oh that poor girl, doesn’t know what’s going on.” He walks to the house. “Daren! DAREN! Don’t you dare-“ I scream. I make attention, as the nearby guards turn to our side. Without even turning to look back at me, he kept on walking to the house. “Fine!” I give in. “I’ll tell, now come back here!” He stopped and turned to look at me. He took heavy steps towards me. “Tell Brandon” I’ll regret myself for telling this to him, but for a person already knowing so much about me. It doesn’t make any difference. And he does seems to have been a true friend of Alvaro.'

“I’ll tell Adelaide- oh that poor girl, doesn’t know what’s going on.” He walks to the house. “Daren! DAREN! Don’t you dare-“ I scream. I make attention, as the nearby guards turn to our side. Without even turning to look back at me, he kept on walking to the house. “Fine!” I give in. “I’ll tell, now come back here!” He stopped and turned to look at me. He took heavy steps towards me. “Tell Brandon” I’ll regret myself for telling this to him, but for a person already knowing so much about me. It doesn’t make any difference. And he does seems to have been a true friend of Alvaro.

“Eight years ago… Brandon didn’t die, Alvaro was the one who actually died…"

Autors note~

A cliffhanger, isn't it? All rights reserved..

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[theflyingfeeling]

11,12,14,15🖤

11. Have you ever sat front row at a show?

- I wonder if this is about literally sitting in the front row or just being in the front row in general, because why the heck would you sit down on the front row (unless, of course, you have a physical disability or smth)?! 😅 At least if we're talking about rock shows and the like; at a classical concert it migh be more common to sit down 🤔😂 Anyway, yes I have been at the front row, in my latest concert (BC) last month and also at BC's Stockholm show last summer, as well as Käärijä's Ruisrock show this past summer!

12. Stadium show — where are you grabbing seats? (ie: floor, lower bowl, middle bowl, nosebleeds)

- Just answered this one!

14. Are you a phone in hand recording/taking pics so you can watch later concert goer or a phone in pocket living in the moment type?

- I do film videos during shows, although not the entire time, obviously. I like to have at least something I can look at and hold on to afterwards; living in the moment is great and all and I get the sentiment that memories are more valuable than "things", but bruh, memories fade?! I for one can't remember shit about any concert I've ever been to when enough time has passed 😅 They are just fleeting moments, and that's why I also like writing concert reports (I don't know how interesting they are to anyone else, but I'm writing them mostly for myself anyway). Also, especially at BC shows there's just sooooo much stuff happening on the stage all at once and it's sometimes difficult to decide what you're gonna focus on, so it's fun to look at the videos afterwards and notice all kinds of silly stuff that went on in front of your very eyes without you even realizing it at the time 😂 At the same time, I do think it's easier to focus and just enjoy the show when you're not filming/taking pictures (tbf I never take pictures except sometimes by accident, they always turn out so blurry and unfocused so there's no point), which is why I loved the BC show in Lahti in 2021, because I got to both enjoy the show with no phone in my hand AND I had a bunch of front row quality videos to look at afterwards because the sweet girl in front of me wanted to film me videos as a thank you for lending her a hairtie 😭 I also rarely film during the songs I REALLY want to just get absorbed in, e.g. WANS for Blind Channel

15. who is an artist you haven’t seen that you’d love to?

- I'd love to see Alvaro Soler 🤩

thank you <3

[westrangecountry]

Review: The Nice House on the Lake Vol. 1 (2021-2022) by James Tynion IV & Alvaro Martinez Bueno

Comic writer James Tynion IV first came up on my radar through an 8 page back up for Scott Snyder’s Batman run. The story was a series of characterful vignettes connecting the extended Bat-family (Robin, Batgirl, etc.) by showing the moment Batman inspired them to be a better person in some way but long before they became actual superheroes. It was effective and inspiring, and all done in 8 pages. I knew immediately either a) this is a skilled writer, or b) he got very lucky, as writers tend to do at least once, and would never do work of this quality again. 

My first experience with Tynion’s longer work is The Nice House on the Lake, not his currently more popular Something is Killing the Children, but guess what? Tynion isn’t lucky, he’s good. 

The fatiguing effects of the now overused decompressed comics storytelling, where a single conversation can be a full 20+ page issue, are not here. The same efficiency of story as with the Batman back up is present in The Nice House on the Lake, though this is not a superhero joint. This is—I think it is best described as sci-fi horror mystery.

To give you a better idea of what this whole thing is, the plot: a loosely connected group who all share one friend in common, Walter, get invited by Walter to a vacation week at a lake house. As everyone is chowing down and swimming on the first night, social media is suddenly flooded with news of mass death across the country. Less invasion, it's closer to extinction. It’s similar to a nuke attack, but stranger, leaving buildings intact but filling human beings with an intense burning feeling until their skin falls off. The skies glow cloudy and red. Walter reveals he is part of the attack and that he invited the friends he made over the years so that they would be saved in the part prison, part paradise lake house. 

This is only the first issue's worth of plot, and the mysteries only expand outward even as potential answers appear. What is Walter? What and why did all of humanity die? Why did he save them? What are the mysterious statues, like avant-grade art mixed with Buddhist temple sculptures, decorating the lake house? Why is there a stash of weapons inside the house? To find out, you will have to give it a shot yourself—the joy of discovery is strong in the first six issues of the story.

But comics are not just written into being, they are drawn, and Tynion is well-paired here with Alvaro Martinez Bueno. I have seen his past work on Batman Eternal, where he was just one of many artists, and while I don’t necessarily recall those he has a fluid take here that makes scenes flow. Hard to say without seeing a script how much of this is dictated by it, but this is a comic where each panel size and style is effective and considered as a whole. The writing alone wouldn’t carry in the hands of a bad artist. Characters are distinct, with recognizable profiles, too, which is important in this type of story: we might take a few issues to remember names and exact relations with 12-13 key characters all dropped in issue #1 but we can recognize them when they pop in and out. 

Special props must be given to the covers, also by Bueno. They have a presentation like the viewer is there with a phone or low grade DSLR and the flash on, capturing a different one of our protagonists in a normal scene with a dark twist. E.g., the first issue has a girl swimming in the lake but it’s full of skeletons. They all nicely capture the pleasant paradise of the setting with the offness that makes this horror. The voyeuristic nature of the covers also makes me wonder if they are all foreshadowing.

To say more would be to ruin the potential for new readers to discover The Nice House on the Lake, but for lovers of anything from character drama, horror, or unraveling a mystery that already has some wild twists take the trip. The commitment is just 12 issues for a complete story - due to be wrapped up August 2022 - and collected across only two trade paperbacks. It’ll just be some fun in the sun, I promise. 

Review copy provided by the publisher.

[passherroute]

You

I officially first met you back in November of 2021. Introduction was quite weird. I was a total piece of shit back then. Didn’t care for no one. All life was then, was just work, home, husband and my two kids. Minded mine and mine only. Amber, my Director at the time had me busy as soon as I clocked in. That day, I was told that I couldn’t go over my hours for the week but somehow, some way I always went into overtime. In this line of work, requires me always running back and forth.

Amber: “Take this car around back to Danny to get the windshield replaced.”

Me: “Who’s Danny? What happened to Mo?”

Amber: “Mo left remember? Apparently, Danny is one of Jimmy’s guys. Remember, Katelyn? The one that used to work Receptionist before you moved to CRM? She dated him remember?”

Me: “Kinda, not really but okay, where’s the car parked at?” Brushing off conversations like that were easy.

The RAV4 smelt like the previous owner smoked a pack of Malboro a day. I remembered only cause my late Aunt smoked those. My attitude back then, you all would’ve hated me. Being a total bitch for no reason was the attitude I thought was right.

Parked and jumped right out of the car and on I walked into the Back Shop, where you were.

Walked past Alvaro, our tint guy, “What’s up Al?” His, always short and simple responses were, “Hey, how’s it going.”

I could hear someone’s deep, somewhat proper dialect through the door. I knocked three times per usual.

“Come in.” Stern was a part of your tone. Before, I could turn the knob, the door flew open. Two others, standing around the desk. Your now desk. All eyes on me. Felt a little intimidated but I looked away and wiggled my way inside.

There you were. Sitting where Mo used to sit. Black Toyota polo, clean haircut, blue-tired eyes.

“Sup Kat? Whatchu doing back here?” Carl says.

“I’m here to drop off a car.”

“Ah. Sounds about right.”

“Amber told me to drop this RAV4 off for you.” Shit, I totally forgot my P’s and Q’s.

“Um, okay… for….” your voice got soft what the fuck?

You threw me off. “Uh tint.. I mean windshield replacement.”

“Oh okay, I will get it taken care of ma’am.”

Ma’am? Me? Oh yeah, right, I’m a woman.

“Okay, thanks.”

Shut the door right behind me.

Guys, before you judge me. That was how I was then, not now.

I didn’t feel anything. From there, I’d see you only when you’d walk through the doors by my desk. Whether it’d be through the back doors or the entrance doors. Or walking by Amber’s office to drop off keys to us.

You were quite invisible. Tried to be but how could you be walking throughout a building with your sunglasses on?

Sales girls would be quick to ask as soon as you’d walk by “Who is that?” and my responses were always, “He’s the new Mo in the Back Shop.”

Didn’t care. You paid no attention then neither. Not that I wanted you to. Back in September all the way to November I’d been my heaviest I’ve ever been, 196lbs.

Towards the beginning of this year, 2022, I saw you too frequently. Amber made it clear to only bring keys to me or to set them on her desk. You’d reach over my desk, I say “You can just drop them.” You’d stare, drop the keys and then walk off.

Around this time, things were getting bad for Amber. Complaining. Her continuous, “I do too much, I’ve already started applying for jobs. This place would burn without me. They’ll be fucked.”

Did I mention it was January? Yes. The month before my birthday month. Fun.

In the month of February, things were hectic. Amber made me her right hand. Only working on We Owes. Little did I know how stressful it was going to be for me. Her previous right hand, Izzy, left all the work. Over a hundred different We Owes all for Kat to work on.

You went missing around this month.. I remember Amber saying you had gotten arrested. I know, YIKES. Didn’t question it much then neither.

February 22nd. That’s right, 02.22.2022. My birthday.

During this week of, Amber blamed everything on me. I was stressed. Things going on at home with my daughter Mina, a miscarriage I had no idea of. Just hectic. I hated life.

Marriage was crumbling.. everything was. Everything was perfect to everyone else but me. My mental health, disintegrating. 

Towards the end of March.. you reappeared. Didn’t notice you were back. Until I walked into Amber’s office to tell her some tea.

You stood next to Amber behind her desk. In the corner of her office was a chair. You plopped down and made yourself comfy— even Amber was surprised. You sat there and listened to the whole overdramatized story. I don’t remember details but at some point, you laughed and put your two cents in. You said “I am not the one ma’am.” and I argued back, “I’m not the one!”

It’s crazy to think that what comes along after that, would happen.

Before, you’d just drop off keys. Mimic me. Little giggles. You walked off always, like you were hot shit.

In the mornings now, during that time you’d bring keys but made a little effort to sit down next to me or behind me on top of the long desk. Made small conversation. I didn’t understand it then. I did lose more weight. At this point, I started to drift farther from my husband. I wanted nothing to do with him. Only because I felt.. nothing. You see, Brian was everything years ago but our love got so cold I began to feel nothing but hate.

My mind. My mind was in a black hole. Always wandering. Too intrusive, unbearable.

I told Brian countless time that I wanted to disappear. I wanted to die. To him, since depression wasn’t something that was real. As always, he brushed my warnings under a carpet and let the dust build. Sounds cliché but that’s what happened.

That’s how Brian pushed me farther.

Of April 1st, 2022, the firm decided, Amber had to move. They moved her to Accounting instead of firing her. Her mistake, was talking all her problems and shit to the wrong people.

It sucked. I, for some reason, made it alive. They moved my position to it’s own department and made me a Manager. YAY. So fun.. it wasn’t. The clean up was horrible. For some reason, you knew I was having a hard time adjusting.

That first week of April, I was sad, confused. I didn’t know where to start.

You gave me your first awkward hug. I was overwhelmed that day. Wanted to cry honestly.

We had to exchange numbers only for the sake of keys. It was only for keys.

Then the alert popped up while I was laying on my couch where I soaked in all my feelings.

“Danny Back Shop added you a friend!”

I shouldn’t right? Ugh, fuck it. What could the ‘mysterious Danny from the Back Shop’ post on Snapchat? Wouldn’t hurt. We’re coworkers. Fuck it.

Clicks *+ Accept*

It was quiet at first or so I thought.

April 23rd, 2022

Snapchat Notification

*Danny Back Shop is typing…*

*Danny Back Shop sent a snap*

If you guys want to read more about him and where this goes. I’ll be posting the next blog tonight 😜

Back to work!

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[starrynite7114]

The One That Got Away

A/N: I was rewatching Mayans season two last night and Miguel just did things to me, so here we are, with a Miguel one-shot. I may begin writing for Miguel too, but I don’t want to jump the gun, we’ll see. Anyways, hope you all enjoy this one! 

This is still technically Angel centric, but it’s Miguel mostly lol.

Love you all!

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Miguel watched as you giggled at whatever the hell Angel Reyes was whispering into your ear. He pursed his lips, looking away from the site that made his heart ache and his stomach churn. 

It’s been six years since he let you go and the wound was still as fresh as ever. 

You grew up in the same household, your mother and father worked for Miguel’s family. But you nor your family was never treated lowly, at least not by Miguel’s father. 

Dita was a different story. 

She was nice, personable, but you knew that she looked at you like you were beneath her. You never paid her any mind since Miguel mostly occupied your time. And due to your closeness to Miguel, Dita was warm to you. 

Her only son. 

He still remembered the night that everything came to blows. Adelita would never accept you in the family, but Miguel didn’t care. His mother could either get with the program or be sent elsewhere.

“Bebita, por favor, don’t pay her any mind.” Miguel pleaded as you packed your closet. 

“I can’t Miguel, I can’t live like this. I love you, but I can’t be under your mother’s scrutiny day in and day out. That’s what I lived with for most of my life and I don’t deserve that. I did everything. I did well in school, got a good degree and it will never appease your mother.” You cried as you packed your things. Miguel tried to hold your hands to prevent you from continuing, but you shook your head. “Please, Miguel, I can’t.” 

“So that’s it? You’re not going to fight for us.”

“I’ve fought for us ever since we were kids, Miguel. I can’t keep doing this. Your mother is suffocating me. You’re suffocating me. I was a fool to think that I could ever be a part of this family. No matter what I do or achieve, I’ll always be my mother’s child.” You took a deep breath, wiping your tears. “I’m worth more than your mother thinks. It’s not all about money.”

“And it’s not mi amor, you matter to me. I see everything. You’re the love of my life,” he whispered your name, knowing he was fighting a losing battle. “I’ll send her away.”

“No, I would never want to come between you two in that way. Your mother is all you have left Miguel.” You sat down on the bed you two shared. A bed full of memories of laughter, love and happiness. And now, it would forever hold the memory of your demise. 

You could take Dita, she was never a problem. But she threatened your parents and you couldn’t have that. 

‘You would never be good enough for Miguel. You’re a nice girl, a bright future, but you have no place in this family.’ Dita had told her a few days ago. ‘Disappear from his life or I’ll have your parents deported.’

So here you were now, packing and going away like she asked.

You loved Miguel but your obligation to your parents weighed heavily. 

“Don’t do this bebita, please, all I have is you.” Miguel kneeled in front of her, placing his head on her lap, tears coming down from his eyes. He never thought he would lose you. The one constant in his life that never blinked an eye at the misdeeds that he had made. The person that had always been the apple of his eye and he constantly came back to Santo Padre for. The only person he would leave this life for. 

And yet, he couldn’t stop you and he knew that. 

“I love you so much Miguel, please let me go.”

And it was the last time you two were together. Your engagement ring he had given you was still in his safe, a painful reminder of what he once had. 

“You know, I don’t think she would care if you came to see her.” Nestor has watched Miguel admire you from afar. “It’s been six years.”

It was heartbreaking to see his oldest friend in such a conundrum. 

But Nestor also knew why you walked away.

“So much time has passed,” Miguel slipped his shades back on, tapping the driver to drive. “She looks happy to you?”

“Yeah Mikey, she does.”

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You moved to El Centro, an hour out of Santo Padre, after your break-up with Miguel. You moved your whole family there in case Dita felt they were a threat since they stayed put. You wanted to be as far away as possible from the Galindo’s. 

It was difficult. 

So many times you wanted to go back to Miguel, but you knew you couldn’t, so you kept your distance. 

And then you met Angel and your world turned upside down for the better. 

It was a chance meeting. 

You still had family in Santo Padre and your mother convinced you to go to your cousin’s baby shower. You and your other were tasked with bringing the meat so before going, you stopped by Carniceria Reyes. 

You were antsy, it was the best way to describe it. You didn’t want to be in Santo Padre, knowing it could get back to Dita you were here. But she shouldn’t care anymore, it’s been two years and you kept your promise. And from what you heard, Miguel was seeing Emily Thomas now. 

That hurt. 

You shed a few tears for that, but this was your choice.

You were just happy he found someone. Looking around the bookshelf of books, you browsed that as your mother spoke with Felipe. You’ve been here a few times and knew Felipe’s sons. You weren’t close to them, but they were also sweet whenever you came by, especially the eldest. His name escaped you then, Angelo? Alex? Armando? It was something with an A. And the youngest was Xavier or something.

“You could take one if you want.” 

The sudden voice startled you. Looking over to where the voice came from, you found the eldest Reyes, Alvaro? Fuck, his name was really escaping you. 

“I’m good, I was just looking around.” You stammered out. “It’s nice seeing you again,” you looked at his shirt hoping there was a name tag. But he was wearing a biker vest, or kutte was the proper term you believed. 

Angel watched as you pondered, chuckling as you scanned his top for a name tag. 

“That hurts querida, we were in the same classes.” He teased her. “My name is Angel.”

“Angel! Yes, I was close, I was going to call you Angelo.” You laughed. “How are you?”

“Good, you back in town?” Angel was aware that you were Miguel’s former fiance. There were various versions of the story as to why you walked away, why you left Miguel, but they all sounded over exaggerated and straight out of a soap opera. But he didn’t want to pry, at least not yet. 

“No, just a family gathering.” You explained. “Didn’t think you would notice I was gone.” 

“It’s hard not to notice, I’ve had to deal with your cousin at the bakery and she’s not as giving as you.” Angel smirked. He would never admit it to a living soul, but he went to the bakery every morning so he could get a glimpse of you. He knew that you were Miguel Galindo’s girl, well was, but it didn’t hurt to look. It was the only place his security wasn’t tailing you, he might as well take his chances. 

“Right, you always came by and got the conchas and the besitos.” You vaguely remembered Angel, but you couldn’t even remember his name.

“See, you remember my order.” Angel knew it wasn’t much, but a win was a win. 

You nodded your head. 

“Y/N, let’s go.” Your mother called out. “Hello Angel, how are you?”

“I’m good Mrs. Y/L/N, how are you?”

“Good.” Angel answered. “It was nice seeing you again hermosa.”

You blushed at his compliment and nodded your head. “It was nice seeing you as well.”

After a few more visits, your parents decided to move back to Santo Padre since your grandmother wasn’t doing so well. With Miguel married, you figured Dita wouldn’t pay you any mind and you were right. You ran into her once and she was quite pleasant. Though, that may have to do with the fact that she saw you with Angel. You made polite conversation before leading Angel away. 

At that time, you and Angel had been together for six months.

How did you go from barely knowing his name to his girlfriend?

Well, you must say, Angel Reyes was persistent. 

He’d be at the bakery every morning with his friend, Coco. They would come and big you, bring you a breakfast sandwich, coffee, anything just to keep you company during the early mornings. Coco didn’t come all the time, but Angel came whenever you worked.

How did he get your schedule? Most likely your cousin, which was a hazard, but Angel could charm fucking anyone. 

After a few months, you relented and started dating Angel. To say it was different than dating Miguel, was an understatement. You weren’t sure if it was the age gap or you being older, but Angel was a different type of love than Miguel.

You’ve always adored Miguel, loved him since you were able to grasp the meaning of love. You two began your relationship when you were twenty and ended it when you were twenty-five. You learned so much from Miguel and he truly loved you, he did. He communicated well with you, gave you enough information about his job to keep you at bay, but also kept you safe. He listened well to you, knowing what upset you and what made you happy. But, the downside of it was the status of a cartel wife, which at that point you had not even attained. The constant security, the eyes of everyone on you, it could get to become much. And for a young adult, it was all too much at the same time. 

It was puppy love. You adored and loved Miguel with no questions, he could do no wrong in your eyes. It was naive, you were certain, but Miguel never treated you any different due to your differences in class. He supported you in a world where people expect a cartel boss to be sexist as hell. 

But with Angel, it was a different type of love. 

He was definitely more into you than you were to him at the beginning. You entertained the idea of dating Angel out of pure pestering from your mother and him. A few dates, he would realize what a bore you were and it would be done. The problem was, you found yourself gravitating towards Angel. You began to look forward to his morning visits. You began to look forward to your dinners that could be at any time of the night. You just began to look forward to being with him. Slowly, but surely, you were falling for Angel and it was intense.

You didn’t think you would fall in love again, you gave so much to Miguel, it wasn’t possible, but you did and you fell in love with Angel. 

Two years together before he proposed to you and the third year of your relationship, you two got married. You invited Miguel as he invited you to his wedding, which you didn’t attend.

He attended yours. 

You were dancing with Riz, laughing as he teased you about all the shit you’re going to have to deal with now that you were married to Angel. 

“If I haven’t ran, I think we’re good.” You giggled as he spun you around and right into Miguel’s arms. 

“May I cut in?” He asked, but his eyes were on you.

“Sure.” Riz nodded his head, knowing he was invincible at this point. 

“Congratulations,” Miguel told you as he swayed with you. He couldn’t help but think that this was supposed to be you, you wearing a ring he customized for you, but instead, you were a fucking Reyes. 

“Thank you Miguel, I’m surprised you came.” You blushed at his compliment. You weren’t going to lie, there was still that little flicker of butterflies in your stomach whenever you saw Miguel, but he was your first love, it was hard not to.

“Come on bebita, I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” Miguel twirled you around, smiling, flashing to a dream that he has every now and then. You two getting married, you laughing as he spun you around all night, keeping you to himself. “It was a nice reminder of what I could have had.”

You frowned them. “Miguel.” 

“I know, I apologize bebita.” Miguel placed a kiss on your forehead. He knew Angel was watching, but there was nothing your husband could do except watch. He owned the MC. He wouldn’t be foolish enough to harm him. “Do you ever think of what could have been?”

“Miguel, please, not today.” You’ve ran into Miguel a few times over the years. You two always had pleasant conversations, but he would text you afterward, later that night, most likely intoxicated, asking how you could leave him, why would you leave him when you were all he had. You cried after those messages because you felt terrible, you did feel like you abandoned Miguel, but this was for the safety of your parents. 

“When can we? I love you, I still do. How can you marry him?” Miguel didn’t want to do this to you, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t think you would last with Angel. What could he possibly give you that Miguel couldn’t? He even had quite a laugh with Nestor when he was first informed you were dating Angel, and here you two were now. 

“Miguel, I love him.”

“Like you love me?”

“Even more.” 

He froze then. It was a mistake to be here. 

“May I cut in Mikey?” Nestor saw the tense looks on your faces and decided to cut in before anything else could happen. 

“Of course.” He kissed your forehead one more time before walking back to his table where Bishop was sitting with Taza. 

You didn’t love Angel more than him, that wasn’t possible. 

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Miguel was having his morning coffee, checking the newspaper for the latest craziness in the world. Nestor was sitting right next to him along with Marcus, having some breakfast. 

“Did you send her the gifts?” Miguel was made aware of your baby registry, which you shared with Nestor. After your wedding, you avoided Miguel and he avoided you. You both figured it was better this way. 

“Yes, of course I did. She loved it, she said thank you.” Nestor kept his friendship with you since you two have known one another almost as long as you’ve known Miguel. Of course, Miguel encouraged Nestor to continue the friendship so he could somehow keep tabs on you. Nestor didn’t disclose everything to Miguel, but he gave him enough. 

“You told her I gave it to her?” Miguel placed the paper down, looking at one of his oldest friends and head of security. 

“It wasn’t hard to figure out Mikey, you did go over the top. I told you to get her one thing.” Nestor teased his friend.

“She had all these things on her list that she needed, I couldn’t just get her one thing.” Miguel was appalled by such a suggestion. It was no chip off his back if he got all those things for you.

“Mikey, you basically got her whole registry.” 

Marcus chuckled, remembering how upset Angel was that your ex-fiance decided to flex his financial muscle and get you everything. But he knew Miguel meant well, it was hardly a snide towards Angel.

The consistent ringing of his doorbell called their attention. 

Nestor stood up to get the door and Angel pushed past him, hollering for Miguel. 

Miguel stood up and made his way to the foyer of his home. He found Angel, eyes bloodshot, hair a mess. 

“Can I help you Angel?” Miguel questioned, a feeling of dread appearing in the pit of his stomach. Angel’s appearance and his sudden presence in his home could hardly mean anything good.

“They took her.” Angel uttered out, his tears welling up in his eyes. “Those motherfuckers took her.”

“Who?” Miguel’s heart dropped.

“The mercenaries, they’re using her as a bargaining chip to get Adelita.” 

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Miguel walked in the dress factory after receiving word that they had a plan in motion. The Mayans were packing up their guns in the duffel bag while Angel was off at the corner pacing. He had been on edge the whole morning, which he understood, but he had to keep his cool if they were going to get you back. He needed to be on top of his game.

“Angel, a word.” He called out. 

Angel stopped pacing, looking up at him. They walked outside of the room that held the pew, making their way outside. Miguel told his men to stand down and stay with the Mayans, he wanted to speak to Angel alone. 

“You have to calm yourself, you being on edge is not helping the situation.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, was your pregnant wife kidnapped?” Angel didn’t mean to snap, he was just worried about you. How could he be so stupid?

“I wasn’t the one who let her across the border without fucking protection.” His usual prim and proper Ivy League persona cracked. How could Angel be so stupid to let you go across the border without anyone? He could have sent his brother with you. He could have literally fucking sent anyone with you.

Angel couldn’t even argue with him, because he knew it was true.

“Yeah, I know.” Angel slipped a cigarette stick in between his lips, lighting it up. “Thank you for coming to help.”

“I would do anything for her.”

“I bet you would,” Angel managed to chuckle. “But she’s my wife and there’s nothing that would change that.”

“I can respect that she’s happy with you.”

“Can you?” 

“I haven’t killed you, so I believe that I can.” Miguel rolled up his sleeves, that Santo Padre heat was unforgiving. “But after this incident, I don’t know if you truly deserve her.”

“I’ve never deserved her, but she chose me. She loves me and that’s enough for me.”

“There was no choice to make, I’m sure she would have chosen me if I fought for her.”

“But you didn’t, did you?” Angel didn’t want to be around Miguel. He swallowed his pride to ask him for help, but he wasn’t going to be lectured or speak of what if’s with your ex-fiance. “Thank you for the gifts for our child.”

With that, Angel left Miguel to his own devices. 

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You laid at the back of the car, light slightly seeping in your black head cover. Your hands were tied together and you were trying your best to stay strong. You’re not even sure why you were involved in this whole situation. These men were telling you that if they brought the rebel leader, you and your child would survive. You knew who Adelita was since Angel told you everything, but you’re not sure why you were being used as some sort of bargaining chip. 

You tried to reason with these men that you weren’t connected to Miguel Galindo, but that just earned you a slap on the face. 

You heard their panicked voices, then calling for their other colleagues for back-up. Two shots was all you heard when the car began swerving. You prayed that whoever was there weren’t other people who would harm your baby. Your main concern was your child, you were seven months pregnant. The pregnancy was difficult and you would really like for this baby to come out healthy. You tried your best to remain calm in this situation, but it was hard. You tried your best for the baby, so he wouldn’t be stressed out. 

The car stopped and you heard the footsteps. 

“Bebita,” it was Miguel. You felt so relieved to hear his voice. The door opened and you were softly being ushered out. You could hear Nestor as well, asking if you were okay. “Bebita, estas bien?”

They pulled off the covering, you blinked a few times to adjust to the light. Looking at Miguel, the tears came then before he enveloped you in a hug. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. His familiarity made you sigh a relief.

“I got you, I got you.” He whispered against your head. “Is the baby okay?”

You nodded your head. “Where’s Angel?” You questioned as you pulled away. 

“He’s on his way bebita, we had to split up since they had decoys.” Miguel was so happy to see you alive and well. He saw the redness of your cheek, but he tried to just focus that you were okay. “The MC can’t seem to protect you.”

“Miguel, por favor, this was the first time. It was my own carelessness. I went across the border with my mother and they grabbed me.” You sighed. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you are not an inconvenience.” Miguel scolded you. “I was worried for your return and had to intervene.” 

“Who told you I was taken?”

“Your husband called me.” 

“Angel?” You knew Angel wasn’t the biggest fan of Miguel. The involvement of the MC with the cartel was something he was not a big fan of and to avoid fights, you never voiced out your opinion. Though you understood Angel’s reasoning as to why he wanted to move the club away from any cartel related activities. 

“Yes, he may not be as smart as Ezekiel, but he was smart enough to contact the person he knew could help.” Miguel took off his jacket as Nestor helped you take off the jacket those mercenaries gave you. He placed his jacket on you.

“Are you happy?” Miguel questioned you as you both looked over the mountainous terrain around you both. It was odd to meet with Miguel in such a deserted place, but he insisted.

“With Angel?” You looked at the man you once love, growing up in his home as a part of the family even though your mom was their maid. It was never hard to love Miguel, it was hard to be with him. The rules, the eyes, and his mother, it could all become too much. But he loved you greatly, took care of you, made you happy, just at times, it wasn’t enough. “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. Thank you for letting me go.”

“I’ll never let you go, I just know better.” Miguel kissed the back of your hand. “Te amare por siempre bebita.” He caressed your cheek, your eyes closing as he did. The familiarity, the warmth. You did miss Miguel, but you would never trade what you have for the world. “Why didn’t you tell me that my mother threatened your parents?”

Your eyes opened then, the disappointment clearly seen in his eyes. “I,” you sighed. “Who told you?”

“My mother did.”

“I didn’t want to cause a rift between you two. She was the only person you had Miguel, I couldn’t do that,” he held up a hand.

“I would have protected them, how could you not have trusted me to be able and to protect your family? They’re my family.” His voice was harsh, frustrated that you decided to become a martyr instead of talking to him. 

You heard the cars approaching then, two cars. 

“There’s no reason for us to dwell in the past, Miguel. We’ve both moved on.”

The MC got out, Angel leading the charge. He ran to you, immediately wrapping his arms around you. He kissed you, Miguel looking away as he did. Placing a hand on your stomach as he pulled away, he asked if you were okay, was your son okay and you nodded your head.

“Fuck baby, I’m so sorry. I should have gone with you to Santo Madre.” Angel was remorseful. You had begged him to come, but he declined since he had a run with the club. How could he be so stupid? What if that was the last time he would have seen you? The tears welled up in his eyes, wrapping his arms around you again. “I love you, y/n, I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You pulled away turning to Miguel. You took off his jacket and handed it to him. “Thank you again Miguel.”

He gave you a tense smile and a curt nod. It still hurt, after all these years, after he had married. He still wished you were the one who was next to him, but he tried not to dwell on that idea, it hurt every time he did. 

All that mattered was that you were happy. 

You were the one that got away and he would forever regret not fighting for you.

Now, he had to watch you be happy with Angel fucking Reyes. 

These Reyes men were a pain on his side. 

[dracos-eternity]

ALEJANDRO ROSARIO X READER

Sleep Over--Alejandro Rosario

Again, an older one from wattpad

Warnings: Cursing, smut

Word Count: 1,479

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Y/N P.O.V. "Baby, I’m going to Mattia's tonight and the rest of the boys are. Do you maybe wanna stay with us tonight. I know we haven't hung out and I'm sorry. If you come I promise to give you attention." I look at the boy on the other side of my phone pouting and giving me puppy dog eyes.

"Fine, I'll ask." I see him smile and pull up my moms messages. Y/N Mom can I stay the night at Mattia's with the boys? Mom Sure honey. Just don't do anything stupid. "She said I can go, are Mattia's parents and the boys okay with it?"

"Yeah they're the ones who came up with the idea."

"Okay well I have to get dressed and get some clothes." I say standing up.

"Okay well I'll be there in about ten minutes."

"Okay baby, love you."

"Love you to, bye princess." He ends the FaceTime call and I quickly throw on a pair of leggings with one of Alejandro's hoodies. I throw some random clothes in a bag before grabbing the essentials, my toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush and my deodorant. I hear a knock on my door and rush down to open it. I smile once I open it to reveal my boyfriend. He picks me up and I giggle as he attacks my cheek with kisses. He places me down and gives me a kiss. He grabs my hand as we walk out to his car, shutting and locking the door to my house. We begin driving as Ale puts his hand on the inside of my thigh, squeezing it slightly and a small, almost inaudible moan escapes my lips. He smirks at me and I roll my eyes. We arrive to Mattias and I get out the car. Ale walks over grabbing my hand before we walk to the door, knocking. Alvaro opens it and I jump on him, hugging the small boy.

"When did you get here, shouldn't you be in Florida." The two boys laugh at my happiness as I get down.

"Yeah, I came to see my friends, and best friend." He says ruffling my hair. Alvaro and I have been friends since I can remember, he's the reason I ever met the boys.

"Who was it?" Mattia asks coming from around the corner.

"It was us, ugly." I say staring up at the tall boy. He looks down since I'm only 5'2.

"Oh hi, hideous." We walk downstairs to the rest of Robert and Roshaun play fighting while Kairi records and I laugh at the the two as Robert falls once again.

"Hi rebound. Hey roshaun, hey Kai." I greet the boy's before sitting on the couch and scrolling through my phone. Alejandro sits beside me and I lean my head on his shoulder and take a few pictures of us. I post them before he gets up and makes tiktoks with the boys. They then decide to play fifa and roll my eyes knowing the attention I was promised is not going to be given now. time skip to two hours later bc idk what to write el oh el I'm now laying on a bed on the floor with Alejandro with the other boys dispersed around the room. He pulls me close by my waist and I push his hand off me pulling back.

"What's wrong?"

"If you come I promise to give you attention." I say mocking his words from earlier.

"Baby, Im sorry." He says grabbing my waist trying to pull close again.

"No get the fuck off me." I say pushing him away. He grabs my throat tightly and gets close to my ear.

"Don't fucking test me. I said I'm sorry now stop with the attitude." I moan quietly and nod my head. He kisses me and smiles. "Good, now come here." He pulls me close and I cuddle into his chest. (Idk if that makes sense but yeah hehe.) Alejandro kisses me and begins playing with my ass, making little moans escape my mouth. He pulls back and whispers in my ear. "Y/N, I'm horny." My eyes widen knowing what he's trying to make happen.

"Alejandro." I say as I smack his arm. "We're in a room with all your friends."

"So the lights are off, plus that's hot, the fact that we could get caught. His hands trails to the waistband of my legging before making its way into my them, rubbing me over my panties. I moan quietly and my hands go into his sweats palming him over his boxers. He moves my panties to the side inserting two fingers in me and I moan before coughing and clearing my throat. Alejandro laughs at me and I stick my hand into his boxers pumping him causing him to let out a small groan. He kisses me to cover my moans before speeding up. He curls his fingers hitting my g-spot and I feel my climax coming. He does this once more and I clench around his fingers, the knot tight in my stomach. "Cum for daddy, baby." These words push me over the edge and I bury my face in his shoulder attempting to hide all noises. He pulls his hand out and licks it clean. I slowly slide down on the bed pulling blankets over my head, I pull his dick out and licking the tip. He bites his lip looking down at me and I make eye contact taking him all in my mouth, gagging slightly. I bob my head at a continuous speed as I feel him twitch in my mouth. He grabs the back of my head before pushing me down all the way and shooting his liquid down the back of my throat. I swallow and stand up and walk to my bag and take it to the bathroom. I brush my teeth and change into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt before walking back over to him. His face seems to be a bright red color and I stare at him confused before he holds his phone up to show a video Mattia sent of Alejandro, biting his lip staring down at me under the blankets and you can see the blankets bob up and down. "Fuck you Mattia." I say throwing a pillow at him while laughing. "Nah, I think Ale will take care of that." He retorts causing the room to fill with laughter while my face turns a bright red and I hide it in Alejandro's shoulder. We lay back down and soon we hear soft snores across the room. Me and Ale are watching a movie on my phone and I turn it off, rolling over to face him. "Baby, I want you." I say looking down at my hands nervously. "How bad?" He says lifting my chin up. "So bad, daddy." I say putting his free hand in my shorts showing him how wet and needy I am. "Mm Y/N. Fuck." He says gripping my throat and playing with my clit. I moan and hide my face in shoulder trying to hold it back. I feel him get hard and I slide closer to him, the only thing separating us is his hand now. He pulls it out and grabs a condom from his pocket. He quickly goes to open but my hand rushes to stop him. "I want to feel you, no rubber." "Bae, what if we get pregnant?" "Pull out." "Aight bet, pull out game strong." I giggle at his words before he slides my shorts off. He pulls down his sweats and boxers before putting my leg on his hip and sliding into me. I put a hand over my mouth before he removes it. "Moan baby, be loud, let them know what we're doing, let them know your all mine." I moan and claw at his back. "Who's is it?" "Fuck Ale it's yours." He chokes me again and my eyes roll back. "That's not my name." "Fuck daddy, it's yours all yours." He continues to slam into me and I moan. "Fuck Y/N." "Mm daddy I'm so close." I moan out as I clench around him and he groans. "Cum on daddy's dick princess." I do just that before he pulls out and slide down. I take him in my mouth tasting myself and he pushes my head all the way down releasing down the back of my throat. I moan and swallow before putting my clothes back on and laying beside him out of breath. "Y'all done?" My eyes widen when I hear Alvaro's words. The boys all join in on the mocking and moan out or do thrusting motions. We all quiet down eventually, Alejandro and me red from embarrassment. Mattia decided to end the night with "cum on daddy's dick princess" and I throw yet another pillow at him before laying down and falling asleep.

[shadow-assassin-blix]

A Picture is a Poem Without Words

Chapter 9

A/N: Okay. Some slight drama. Canon typical violence. Slightly nsfw-ish in that there's some fingering.

(Noticed far too late that half of it didnt transfer over, fixed that)

Diego and Blix do some much needed bonding.

Everything tag: @mikeisthricedeceased

Pacho tag: @yungkvte

They laid there a few minutes more, simply enjoying one another’s presence, before with a small groan, Blix sat up.

She quietly stretched, turning her neck side to side, grunting at the small pops and cracks her neck made. Pacho straightened up next to her pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

“Gilberto said he found you in my office last night? Doing homework as he claims,” Pacho teased as he brushed her back behind her hair.

“Just… trying to understand your world. Gotta say… it’s far more complicated than I thought it was,” Blix lightly noted as she turned to look at him.

“It’s not all crazy parties and getting high. It’s a lot of work to be one of the best cartels in the world,” Pacho said with a smirk.

Blix hummed in response, pushing off the covers, as both of them got up. Blix quietly got dressed, throwing on some shorts and a tank top. She finished getting ready, as Pacho waited, looking at all the things she had unboxed the day before. He stared at the items curiously.

“Your mother had very strange tastes,” He muttered quietly as he picked up the mace.

“Indeed, she did,” Blix stated as she walked up to him, ready for the day.

Pacho turned to look at her, “Not planning on using any of these on me, are you?”

“Hmm. Don’t know. Depends on whether you’re a good boy or not. Don’t test my wrath,” She said with a teasing smile as she walked past him, toward the hallway.

Pacho shook his head with a smile, before following after her.

They made their way downstairs, joining the others for lunch.

She got about halfway through her meal before she remembered she had to make some phone calls. She got up and called Theo to see where he had gotten on the warehouse that they believed was König’s.  

“Hey, so there is a lot of activity going on in a warehouse that’s allegedly abandoned. We’ve been monitoring it from a safe distance, and we’ve seen a lot of armed guards patrolling. We’ve seen König wandering the property, but we have yet to see anything damning,” Theo reported, a small yawn escaping him as he finished.

“Good to know. Keep watch for now, we’ll catch him soon enough. Has there been any other robberies I should be made aware of?” She questioned as she paced around the living room.

“None so far. Not sure if that’s good or bad. But I’ll keep you posted,” Theo answered.

“Yeah. Hm. He’ll mess up soon enough and we will be there when it happens. Talk to you later,” Blix ended the call with a small sigh.

She ran her hand over chin, in contemplation. She had slowly wandered down a hallway away from everyone and was near a door that was slightly ajar. She looked inside and saw something that made her smile. She pushed the door further open and saw books lining several shelves and cases.

As she examined the books, she realized they were the books that her sisters sent her from their mother’s home. She ran her fingertip down the spines of several, quietly remembering each story. Several were antiques of the classics and others were miscellaneous. She walked further in and noticed there was an area full of throw pillows and soft cushions surrounding a window nook.

The window, she noted, looked out over the grounds, and it was slightly breathtaking.

She sat on the seat, gazing out.

“See you found your library. Pacho will be sad that you found this before he could show you,” Diego’s voice came from behind her.

“I’ll act surprised when he shows me. He set this all up just for me? Why?” She asked looking around from her seat.

“Isn’t it obvious by now? He cares for you. Loves you even. Just like he does me,” Diego responded as he joined her.

“Are you okay with that though? Sharing him? I know we never actually really sat down and talked this out,” She mentioned as she made room for him to join her.

“I’ll admit in the beginning, I wasn’t thrilled by you,” Diego began.

“’Wasn’t thrilled?’ You tormented me for days!” Blix exclaimed shoving him lightly.

“Okay. I was an ass. The point is, I see now, you are not just some fling of his. You make him happy in ways that I cannot. Just like I make him happy in ways you can’t. He wants both of us. We are not fighting for his attention. He wants us, we want him. That’s that. Plus, he’s allowing you to see the inner workings of the cartel; information that is usually pretty heavily guarded. If he trusts you with that, then I can trust you with him,” Diego explained, taking her hands into his.

Blix nodded once in response, with a small smile.

“So… is he going to be busy with the brothers today?” She inquired after a moment.

“Probably, why?”  Diego asked looking at her curiously.

“Well. One, I promised Phobos I would take him out for a ride today. Two, I just thought me, and you can hang out. Get to know one another. If you ‘re cool with it,” She proposed.

“How about tomorrow? I have somethings I need to do this afternoon, but tomorrow I am pretty much free. We could run around town if you’d like?” Diego countered.

“Sounds good to me. Now, gotta harass someone in to taking me to the ranch,” Blix muttered thinking of who to choose.

“Or… I’ll drop you off on my way out. Gotta head out anyway,” Diego offered.

“Ooh. Yes. Lemme go put on boots,” Blix said excitedly, getting up.

She rushed upstairs to get her socks and some boots. She hopped on one foot each, as she threw them on. She ran downstairs, meeting up with Diego; they hopped into his car, driving off.

In no time, he had dropped her off. She walked over to Phobos’ stall, grabbing a brush on her way to him. She pulled him out of his stall, taking him to a small post to tie him to. She began to give him a thorough brushing, quietly talking to him.

Once he was brushed, she saddled him up and began to trot around with him. She walked around with him, letting him get used to her. They spent a good 2 hours wandering the grounds before returning to the stables.

Navegante was waiting for her when she got back with Phobos. She got him settled back into his stall and stretched for a moment before joining Navegante. He took her back to Pacho’s home, dropping her off before disappearing himself.

She walked inside and was told by some guards that Pacho and the brothers had left; Pacho should be back by tonight though.

She decided to just continue her reading upstairs in his office. She spent a few hours doing that, when a guard informed her dinner was ready if she was. She got up and made her way downstairs, after securing the files she had pulled out. She took the plate of food, eating at the table, somewhat watching the soccer game that was playing on the television.

She had just finished eating, when there was a knock at the door.

“What the hell?” She whispered as she got up.

She grabbed a gun that was hidden in a drawer, walking toward the door. She opened it cautiously, gun tucked behind her back.

She stared at the man before her. She had never seen him before, but noticed he looked somewhat familiar.

“Hello? Can I help you?” She questioned him.

“So, you’re the woman my boy is in love with? Seems he’s finally becoming a man,” Came a deep, gravelly voice.

It was then she realized why he looked familiar. He looked a bit like an older Pacho, but with Alvaro’s curls.

“Mr. Herrera. What brings you here?” She asked him dully, immediately annoyed by his presence.

“Wanted to speak to him. Found you instead. You’re much prettier to look at then he is,” He announced pushing his way inside.

“Yes. Please come in,” She muttered annoyed.

She quietly grabbed her phone, discreetly calling Pacho, hoping he picked up. She set the phone down on the counter, watching her intruder look around the living room.

She took a breath of relief when she saw that the phone had connected.

“Mr. Herrera. I don’t know why you are here, but you need to go. Pacho is not here, nor is Alvaro. You are not welcomed. So, either get out, or I’ll make you leave,” She warned him loudly, trying to gain his attention.

“Please. You’re not going to do anything. So, what is it about you that you turned my son back to a normal man?” He asked with a snarl as he turned to her.

“Normal? Oh no. He is still very much gay. He just enjoys my company. Get. Out.” She replied coldly, as she pulled the gun out.

He chuckled, somewhat darkly, “Are you really going to shoot me? I don’t think you have it in you, wench.”

She narrowed her eyes in response, aiming the gun to a spot near his head. She took one shot, the bullet grazing his ear at it embedded itself in the wall behind him. He groaned loudly, touching his ear gingerly.

“Next one, will go between your eyes. Now get out. Leave me alone. Leave Pacho and Alvaro alone. Neither of them wants anything to do you with. You come near them again, and I will bury you so deep into the ground that the Earth’s core will incinerate your corpse,” She promised him, motioning with the gun for him to walk out the door.

“Such loyalty to a man who will only break your heart. Tell me, whatever did he promise you to receive such protectiveness?” He asked as he slowly moved to the door, his eyes fixated on the gun.

“Heh. He’s not the first man to ever break my heart, doubt he’ll be the last. Why does everyone think he bought me? Bought my loyalty? It’s truly starting to vex me. I’m a simple woman Mr. Herrera. Offering simple human decency is enough. Now get out of my home. I truly hate cleaning up blood,” She growled as she stepped forward.

She watched as he ran out, to his car, and made sure he drove off before closing and locking the door. She moved over to the phone, picking it up.

“Pacho. You there?” She asked her voice cracking slightly.

“Yes. I’m here. I’m almost home honey. Is he still there?” He inquired, his own voice shaking.

“No. He’s gone. Ya know… I expected your dad to be a piece of work, but I never thought that I would want to immediately strangle him once he started talking,” She tried to joke, but in all honesty, she was a bit freaked out.

She hears him snort before replying, “Yeah. He’s… something.”

“How… how far away are you?” She asked in a whisper.

“5 minutes. Tops. Salcedo has already… detained… my father who we passed by on our way in. He won’t be bothering you anymore,” Pacho firmly stated.

“I’ll see you in a few then?” She confirmed as she took a seat on the couch.

“Yes. I’ll see you in a moment,” Pacho tells her.

She slowly hung up, waiting on the couch for him. In a minute, the room was filled with guards and Pacho.

Pacho walked over to her, his eyes roaming over her, as he checked her.

“He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Pacho questioned as he looked her over.

“No. I’m okay. He just… unnerved me a bit,” She answered him.

Diego popped up next to them, whispering something in Pacho’s ear. Pacho simply nodded in response, his eyes never leaving hers.

The whole house was buzzing about with tension; several people were trying to figure out where the hell the guards were that was supposed to be there. Why was he able to come on the grounds?

Blix was tired of everyone fussing over her, 10 minutes had passed and everyone and their mom it felt, had come to ask her if she was okay. She stood up, and made her way upstairs, away from everyone and their concern.

She hid in her room, keeping the door locked. She went to bed, but it was a fitful sleep. When she finally woke up the next day, she felt exhausted as she sat up. She quietly got ready for the day, hoping a shower would wake her up, and wash away the funk she felt. She walked into her closet trying to decide what to wear, when she heard a rumble of thunder, followed by the sound of rain.

“Guess that answers that,” She mumbled to herself as she grabbed jeans, a shirt, and some boots.

She quietly got ready, unlocking her door, as soon as she was dressed. She strolled downstairs, smiling smally at the sight of Diego, who was leaning against the back of the couch, waiting.

“Hey. Ready to get out of here for a bit?” Diego asked her when he sees her.

She nodded, looking around. She spied Pacho in the kitchen, she slowly walked over to him. He was finishing up a phone call, when he spotted her. Once he hung up, he made his way to her.

“I’m sorry for just… leaving the room last night. Not used to that many people fussing over me. It was a bit overwhelming,” She whispered as he stood before her.

“It’s okay beautiful. I’m just glad you are okay. My father… he won’t be bothering us ever again. I’m sorry you had to deal with him by yourself. He should have never been able to get to the house,” Pacho said pulling her into his arms.

She hugged him back with a sigh.

“I hear you and Diego are spending the day together?” Pacho mentioned with a curious look.

“Yeah. I mean… we both care about you. May as well get along right? So, we are going to go get to know another,” Blix explained scratching the back of her neck.

“I like that you two are spending time together. Though now you two will conspire against me I feel. But I’ll deal with that later,” Pacho teased as he walked her back into the living room.

She chuckled at that, grabbing a jacket and an umbrella that was offered to her, as her and Diego made their way out to his car.

“Alright. Where we going first?” Blix asked as they started to drive.

“Figured we could go grab a bite to eat to go, followed by either some shopping or we could go to a museum?” Diego listed out as he fiddled with the radio for a moment.

“Food yes. Shopping maybe. Museum. Hmm. I’d be down for that. Be nice to go to museum that I don’t have to investigate,” Blix replied nodding her head to the music that was now blasting from the radio.

Livin on a Prayer by Bon Jovi was playing, and she began to rock out to it. Diego laughed for a moment before joining her.

When they got into downtown Cali, they picked up some muffins and hot teas to drink. They ate as they drove to a nearby museum. They parked, dashing inside the museum trying to avoid the rain as much as possible. They strolled around the museum, talking about each piece that caught their interests. Diego was apparently quite a history buff.

Blix looked at him with a soft smile.

“What? What’s with that look?” Diego questioned as they were finishing up their walk around.

“Nothing. It’s… it’s nice talking to someone who knows what I’m talking about without… having to explain 30 other events and situations. It’s honestly nice, having someone else explain new facts to me,” She explained with a shrug.

“Clearly, you haven’t dated the right men. Pacho especially loves art, ask him to take you to an auction sometime. He’d loved that,” Diego joked, throwing an arm around her shoulders.

“Hm. Loves art eh? Is that why he bought a Caravaggio without verifying it was real?” Blix snorted as they walked into the gift shop.

Diego choked on a laugh, “Oof. Well. First off, Miguel bought that and gifted it to Pacho. Pacho only kept it up because it was a gift. He hated it otherwise.”

“Good to know. So, where should we go after this?” Blix asked staring at some trinkets.

“Don’t know. Where do you like to shop?” Diego asked picking up a glass figurine, staring at it before putting it back down.

She bit her lip at the thought that came to mind.

“Ever been thrift store shopping?” She inquired, with a raised eyebrow.

Diego looked at her surprised, “Noo. You… you like thrift stores?”

“Yeah? Duh. Do I look like the kind of person who likes to shop at fancy-schmancy places?” Blix countered gesturing to her outfit.

“Soulmate. That’s what you are. Let’s go!” He excitedly said dragging her out to the car.

The two of them spent the next several hours, going to various thrift shops, trying on outfits and being goofy. The two of them both bought several things from each shop, items varying from outfits to accessories.

When they had their fill of shopping, they grabbed a bite to eat, parked on the side of the road, munching away happily.

“I don’t ask this to annoy you, but are you okay after last night? I’ve had the displeasure of meeting their father as well. It’s…” He trailed off making a face.

“Yeah. I’m okay. It was just unnerving how much he and Pacho looked a like,” Blix noted with a small shudder.

“Same. Took me a while to separate that what he said, did not come from Pacho himself. This is the third time he’s appeared out of nowhere and it’ll be the last. You can always talk to me about it. Pacho… he knows how terrible his father is but doesn’t quite understand why it’s hard to get over the things his father says,” Diego commented.

Blix nodded with a grateful smile, “Thanks.”

The two of them finished their meal, tossing the remains into a nearby public trashcan. As they made their way back to Pacho’s house they talked about their pasts. He knew a great deal about hers so, he was telling her mostly about himself.

“Parents abandoned me when I was a kid. Bounced around in the foster system for a long while. When I was 17, I ran off, decided I wanted to make my own way through the world. Ran into Pacho, quite literally, and my life changed from that day forward,” Diego began.

“How did you ‘quite literally’ run into Pacho? Explain that good sir,” Blix wondered with a teasing smile.

“Was running from a cop, stole food cause I was hungry, and ran right into Pacho. Cop was fortunately on the Cali’s payroll, so Pacho just waved him off. Took me in, 2 months later we were together, and have been since,” Diego told her with a laugh.

Blix laughed softly at that, listening to him tell more stories about himself.

Soon enough they had pulled up to the house, and after grabbing as many bags as they could, they hurried inside. It took a few minutes to sort out what went to who, but soon enough they had parted to go placed their stuff in their rooms.

She was hanging stuff up when she heard Pacho’s voice, “Did you two have fun?”

She looked toward him, before skipping over to him, “Yes. We did. It was a good bonding experience.”

Pacho shook his head at that, pressing a kiss to her lips softly.

“Would you like to come swim with us? I think Diego may be a bit in love with you. Something about history and thrift shopping?” He ribbed lightly.

She kissed him back, walking over to her closet to grab a bathing suit. She grabbed a two piece, changing into it quickly. It was times like this she was glad his pool was indoors. She grabbed a towel, following Pacho to his room, where he changed as well.

Pacho after getting dressed, stopped and stared at her for a moment. He was checking her out, a smirk growing on his face as he examined her.

She noticed his staring, “What?”

“Just admiring you,” He stated simply as he walked forward.

She looked down and away, a slight warmth to her cheeks.

“Snake charmer. That’s all you are,” She muttered as she turned and led the way to the pool.

Pacho’s smirk only grew, especially as he was treated to her backside.

“Stop staring at my ass,” She called over shoulder.

Pacho slowly caught up to her as they entered the pool house. Diego was already doing some laps when they joined him. The water was warm, as she stepped in, dunking herself when she got in deep enough. She floated calmly as she heard the guys goofing around and splashing each other.

She felt one of them swim up to her, and she turned her head to see who appeared.

“May I ask where all of these scars came from?” Diego politely requested as he looked at her.

She straightened up, to stand, wadded over to the edge, pulling herself up to sit on it.

“Ask away,” She granted, ringing water out of her hair.

He came up to her and would point at a scar. Her answers tended to be brief as she explained them, many were from work and others were from her childhood.

Pacho had at some point joined them, listening quietly. Once she was done, Pacho slowly pulled her back into the pool. As she rejoined them in the water, Pacho kissed the side of her neck, gently. She turned her head to him, kissing his cheek. She moved forward, wanting to do some laps before she got too tired.

When she was done, she got out, wrapping her towel around her, watching Pacho & Diego for a moment. While they were distracted, she made her way inside the house, briefly stopping to get a drink. It was while she was taking a sip of her Pepsi that she heard a strange noise. Setting her drink down, she moved toward the sound, which led to the basement door.

She knew she should let it go and ignore it, but she couldn’t help herself. She opened the door, walking down the dimly stairs. As she reached the bottom there was a lone light shining onto a man, tied down to a chair.

She realized as she got closer that it was Mr. Herrera, who had been badly beaten. His head lulled up to look at her, hearing her footsteps.

“Well, well, well. My son’s whore. What brings you here? Want to take a few hits too?” He taunted, spitting out blood.

“No. Heard a noise. Making sure the house wasn’t haunted. Now that I see that it’s just you… well. I think I’ll let you die alone and miserable,” She responded disgusted.

She turned away from him, planning to just go back to her room.

“Wait. Don’t you turn your back on me. Come back here,” He demanded, with a groan and a cough.

“No. Don’t think I will. Enjoy the rest of your life. However short it may be,” She stated not turning around.

She could hear him yelling more profanities at her as she closed the basement door, grabbing her drink, and going upstairs.

Unaware that Pacho had seen her emerge from that room, he listened to his father’s shouts for a minute before ordering Navegante to get rid of him. He found Blix in her room, grabbing clothes to change into for bed, after her shower.

“You should join me in my room, once you are done,” He told her, causing her to jump slightly as she wasn’t expecting him.

“Christ! Clearly need to throw a bell on you, so I have a warning system,” Blix startled, pressing a hand to her chest.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” Pacho apologized before requesting. “I know that…sometimes curiosity can get the best of us. Do me a favor, please don’t go down to the basement anymore. For your own safety.”

“I promise. I’m going to go clean up, and then I’ll join you in your room,” She promised him.

About 20 minutes later, she was strolling into Pacho’s room. She had finished her drink beforehand and joined him on the bed.

“Diego joining us?” She wondered.

“Not tonight, he has other plans,” He whispered to her.

“Your dad… was he always like that? Or was he just good at hiding his hate before he found out about you?” She asked him, shaking her head.

“Hm. Let’s just say… my mother left him for a good reason. She was trying to gain full custody of us when he kicked me out. I didn’t care much. I was moreso worried about Alvaro. I was able to help my mother gain custody of him at least,” Pacho explained, as he wrapped his arms around her.

She returned his embrace, “That’s good….” She paused for a second. “I assume Navegante took care of him.”

Pacho nodded in response, and Blix simply said, “Good.”

She burrowed herself into his arms, growing tired.

“I did want to thank you though. For defending my honor. Not many people would be willing to shoot at their partner’s parent. In fact…” Pacho trailed off, as his hand slowly slid down her curves.

His hand languidly found its way into her sleep shorts, moving past her underwear. His fingers ran themselves up and down her slit, toying with her folds lightly. She took in a shuddering breath as his thumb brushed against her clit.

He gently slid a finger inside her, making a come-hither motion, before a second finger joined. The palm of his hand brushed against her clit teasingly, slowly working her up. Her body was growing warm, and breath short as his movements became more deliberate.

Soon his fingers found a spot that made her gasp loudly, her hands trying to find purchase wherever. His fingers moved over that spot several times, leading her to a swift orgasm. She rode out her orgasm for a moment or two before he pulled his hand away.

“Well. I was tired, but now I don’t really want to sleep,” She moaned softly.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Pacho groaned as he rolled them over slightly, laying on top of her.

They spent the rest of the night trying to wear each other out.

[bbaronpiper]

Red

Hi, to the anon who requested this, I’m sorry it took too long. I got a little busy and haven’t had the time to write it until today. Soooo.. here it is, I hope you’ll like it. 

Also, I don’t know if the translations of the lyrics are right. I just googled it. lol. thanks google! Parts in italics are either flashbacks or thoughts and paragraphs inside a parenthesis are translations. Some names here are completely made up. sorry if it happens to be your name. 

I don’t know which category will fit this story. fluff? angst? smut? definitely is smut *winks* or all of the above. 

Lastly, this one isn’t proofread yet, probably will revise later when I woke up (it’s 5 am and I haven’t slept yet. blame the coffee) if there are mistakes or rewrite the whole thing hahaha. okay enough talking. Enjoooyy! 

Hiii I saw your taking requests & I wanted to request an Arón Piper imagine. Where him & the reader are costars & he’s always had a crush on her but she was in a relationship until her boyfriend cheated on her & because of that her & Arón became closer & she eventually let’s him in for them to be more than friends. I got the idea from the song Soltera by Lunay ft Bad Bunny & Daddy Yankee (basically it just says how she’s single & that’s trendy rn & that she wants nothing to do w/ love)

Arón x reader

“Y/N, are you almost ready? the party started like an hour ago!” you heard Omar groaning in the living room. You are going to a sending off party the Elite’s casts and production team set up for Danna, Mina, Ester, Jorge and Alvaro.

You look at yourself on the mirror one last time and put on your red high heels before opening the door of your room. You wore a red sleeveless bandage dress that complement your curves and ends just before your knees, your hair tied up in a ponytail exposing your neck up to your chest. You matched your dress with a bright red lipstick. So bright enough to scare a hooker. You were never this extra, you’re more of a girl next door type of girl. But that was then.

Months ago, you believe that red symbolizes love, celebration and happiness. Funny no?  But now, you don’t believe in love or in any of those things anymore. The old you were long gone and now, red has a new meaning for you: fire, fierce, and power sometimes anger.

“Damn girl! You’re on fire!” Ester said excitedly examining you from head to toe. This was more of her style and it suits her perfectly. Me? I’m not sure, but I try so hard just to bury my old weak self. My old self that believed in happy endings.

You laughed “Thanks to you! I should do more shopping time with you!” you said to Ester. You heard Omar clearing his throat “Okay, okay, we’re going hot stuff! So impatient!” laughing even more with the girls as Omar rolled his eyes at you. “Finaaalllyyy!!!!” he said dramatically. You took his arm and went downstairs.

Once you arrived at the club, you saw paparazzi’s on the entrance blocking the way making it almost impossible to enter the club. You expected this as you are a public person now, but you never got used to it. Grown ass men calling after your name at the same time, sometimes saying nasty stuffs too while their camera flashes at your face almost blinding you. “Y/N! Y/N! I heard you and Mateo broke up? What can you say about that?” “Is it true he cheated on you?” “he’s with Elena now, he says she’s much better than you!” that last one caught you off guard that you almost stumbled. Luckily, a hand grabbed your arm, tucked you in his arms shielding you from everyone and pulled you inside the club. You didn’t freak out even though you didn’t see his face. You knew who it was by the smell of his perfume.

You looked up and saw Arón looking at you worriedly. He must’ve heard it, you thought. He was about to say something when you beat him to it. “God that was crazy! Thank you though” you said lively like it didn’t bother you. It did, for a second but you were over it. You promised yourself you wouldn’t let anyone hurt you ever again. So, you put on a smile on go on with life.

“Anytime, Y/N” Arón said as he loosen his grip on your arm, slides it down to your wrist before totally letting go. You notice him just standing there staring at you so you took his hand and led him inside the club, the others following you close behind. You didn’t mind holding his hand or any of your cast mate’s hands, you two are good friends, you see him as a brother. He was there when you’re crying over your asshole of an ex-boyfriend. He knew what he did to you. He knew about all of your drunken nights and one-night stands and you knew about his. He was just like you. He enjoys life, loves to party and likes to fuck but never commit. That’s why you two grew much closer than before.

After one to too many shots, you are now having the time of your life. You’re a hot mess dancing and grinding over Jorge on the dance floor with Danna doing the same on him on the other side. “Oh man, you know I’m gonna miss all of you!” you screamed over the loud music. “eh? You’ll be fine you still have Arón” Danna laughed devilishly and winked at you.  oh this girl is so drunk. You looked over at Arón on the other side who’s not looking drunk yet with Itzan who on the other hand is dancing like crazy. He was always like this. He needed to get drunk a little first to bring out his extrovert side.

He was already looking at you so you raised your middle finger up at him and smiled. He laughed at you knowing it’s something you got from him. You both stared for awhile and you notice something different on the way he looked at you but you can’t just point it out. Was it just the alcohol you had or is he really… “You know he’s crazy bout you right?” Jorge said close to your ear snapping you out of your eye-fucking contest with Arón.

“what?!” you heard him but you just want to make sure you heard it right. You hear Danna laughing loudly and suddenly you burst out laughing too. You don’t know why but probably it’s because you both are drunk as fuck and everything is so funny at this point. You took Danna’s hand and start jumping up and down with her, laughing about nothing. “Y/N!! Y/N!!! it’s so fucking fun in hereeeee!!!!” she slurred. "I knooowww rigghhttt!!?" You continue jumping all over the place with her until Omar and Mina joined you and eventually more people did. Your head was spinning but you didn’t care. You’re having fun. You needed this.

You felt your back, mostly your ass bumped on to something. You turned around and saw Arón smirking at you. Soft blush starting to show on his cheeks signaling he’s drunk enough. “Heeeeyyyyyy Julio Manueeell!!!! You having f-fuuunn?!!!” you laughed at his face and scratch his shaved head. “Eh, not as much fun as you’re having, Y/S/N” he said while shaking his head at you. You and Arón has this thing where you call each other by your second names. Giving you both some type of ownership on one another. Like no one can call you by it except him, and his by you. You closed the gap between the both of you. pressing your body against his and spoke close to his ear “C’mooon I’ll shooowww yyou what’ss fuunn!!” He turned his head to the side at the same time you finished talking making your face so close to him. So close your lips almost touched. Damn this alcohol.

Soltera by Lunay ft Bad Bunny & Daddy Yankee started playing and you both went crazy. “This is our jam!!!” you screamed. “Your jam!” he corrected laughing at your drunken state putting emphasis on the word your.

You are dancing closely with your back against him. Swaying your hips as his hands went to your waist. You smirked to yourself as you felt his growing bulge on your ass. You didn’t care how close you are to him or if people will see you. Again, Blame the alcohol. You just want him close. So you grab him by the back of his neck and pulled him closer. His face was now buried on the crook of your neck. The feeling of his soft lips and the warmth of his breath turned you even more. You both drunkenly singing along to the song when he suddenly tightened his grip around your waist and turning you around to face him.

He grabbed your face with both of his hands and started singing to you. “Me dijeron que te acabas de dejar, Que el bobo aquel te engañó” (They told me you just left that fool that cheated on you.)

 “Que ya no crees en el amor. Que andas suelta igual que yo. No sé, pero la noche está pa’ desquitarno” (That you don’t believe in love. That you’re on the loose like me. I don’t know but the night is made to get even) He continued looking straight into your eyes.

The look on his face confused you. You guys are just friends right? But why is looking at you with so much.. what is this? Passion? Even on your drunken state, it had you thinking if he was sending you a message. Whatever. You decided to go along with it and send him one too.

“Porque 'tar soltera está de moda. Por eso ella no se enamora” (Because being single is in style. That’s why she doesn’t fall in love.) You sang to him with as much passion as him, smirking. “'Tar soltera está de moda. Por eso no va a cambiar” (Being single is in style that’s why she’s not going to change). Now it was your turn to hold his face while singing the lyrics hoping he got your message.

You both just dance there not giving a fuck about anybody, singing the song to each other the whole time trying to send the message. You are not ready for love nor commitment. You think you’ll never be ready for it. You promised yourself never again. Besides, it’s Arón. What you have with him as friends was so beautiful that you never want to ruin it by taking it to another level.

“Si no, nos vemo', mami, en el after party. Ponte pa'l problema, ándale, déjate ver. Lo que aquí empezamo', lo matamo' en el motel” (If not, mami, we’ll see each other at the after party. Get ready, let’s go, let me see you. what we start here, we’ll end at the motel. You’re singe, I’m single) Arón finish off the lyrics, with eyes full of lust. You were sure of that by now.

“okay, mister, did you just ask me to fuck you?” you said seductively as you bit your lip.

“Si” he said simply.

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You woke up the next morning feeling like you’re still drunk. Your head was still spinning a bit so you decided to get up and go to the kitchen to look for some medicine. You grabbed the door knob and twist it open. Hmmm that was weird? since when did I paint the door white? you thought to yourself but shrugged it off for now as you desperately needed that medicine.

You walked around the apartment absent mindedly trying to get to the kitchen when you bumped into someone. “AAHHHH!” you screamed as you were surprised that someone is in your apartment when you live all by yourself. You heard the other person screaming as well. You looked up and saw who it was. “Arón! What the fuck are you doing here?!” you said trying to cover yourself as you are only wearing your oversized shirt. No bra, no panties, just your shirt.

“Umm, I live here?” Arón said unsure also questioning himself now. Scratching the back of his head.

“wha-? What do you mean you li-..? you looked around and saw the white walls, the windows made of glass where you can see Madrid’s skyline. Panic starts to creep in now. You looked at yourself. fuck. It’s not your shirt! It was Arón’s. You looked back at him turning red as a tomato. “Did we….? You trailed off afraid of his answer.

Arón laughed his ass off as he looked up laughing so damn hard. You hit him playfully on his stomach. He returned a small “oww!” from the hit you gave him. “The fuck you laughing about, dumb ass?” growing impatient now. Desperate to know if you fucked him.

“What do you think, Y/N?” he raised his eyebrow on you. “why are you all so red now, babe?” biting his lips trying to hold his laughter.

“Dare laugh one more time and I swear I’ll beat the shit out of you Julio Manuel” you threatened him as you massage your temples. “ugh damn this headache”

“C’mon sit, I’ll get you breakfast and medicine while you rethink your life choices… specially last night” he teases.

“fuck you, Arón” you gave him the dirty finger as you proceed to his kitchen table.

“You already did, cariño” your eyes widened as he gave you a wink in return. You took a deep breath and placed your elbows on the table supporting your head. Trying to think about the events on the previous night.

You tried so hard to remember but all you get was flashes of memories. The last thing you remember at the club was when you asked him:

“okay, mister, did you just ask me to fuck you?” you said seductively as you bit your lip. “Si” he said simply.

Then you remember grabbing his face and smashing your lips onto his. “Fuuucckk!!!” you whispered to yourself but Arón heard it and chuckled. “What you remember now?” he asked playfully.

You put your pointer finger up at his direction “Shhhh!!! Not a single word from you again, Piper!” as you went back to thinking again.

Arón came back with two plates of pancakes. One for him and one for you and one Advil for your headache. “Thank you” you murmured. You looked up at him and saw he has his goofy smile plastered on his lips. You knew he was about to mess with you again so you glared up at him. He just shrugged and bit his lips in return.

“Can I?” Arón asked with his voice full of lust as his hands was already placed at the hook of your bra. As soon as you moaned yes, he wasted no time and unhook it revealing your breasts. His pupils getting larger and darker at the sight of you. He then proceeds to kiss your neck down to your collarbone. He kissed everywhere around your breast but not your nipple. Trying to tease you. he kissed you lower and lower until he reached the hem of your panties. Your hand then travelled to his bare chest down to his belt buckle and undone it. you unzipped his pants and tried to pull it down but failed. “Arrrooonnnn!!!” you pouted and whined like a ten year old that can’t reach the jar of cookies on the top shelf. Arón then laughed at you, sit up and remove his jeans by himself.

“God you are so drunk Y/N, you sure you wanna do this. I feel like I’m taking advantage of you?” you didn’t answer him. You just pulled down your panties. “ohh okkkkaayyyyyyy” Arón said under his breath feeling himself getting harder. “say red if you want me to stop, okay?”

 “Just fuck me.” And just like that. Arón grabbed both of your ankles and spread your legs wide. He started off licking your clit slowly and slid a finger inside you and curling it. earning a moan from you.

“You’re so wet, Y/N” he spoke and dive back in. licking you harder and faster than before. Grabbing the back of his head, you felt his tiny hair around your fingers, pushing him harder against you. He looked at you from in between your legs. You had your eyes closed and your mouth opened forming an O shape. Just about before cumming, he stopped.

 “Why’d you stop? Haven’t said red. have I?”

“I gotta have you. Now.” He aligned himself on your entrance. looking at you asking for your permission once again. You trailed your fingers to his chest down to his abdomen ‘til you reached his dick. You wrapped your hands around it, stroking it a little before guiding him inside you. you heard Arón groan. As you sighed in pleasure. He felt so good. He started pushing in and out of you slowly until it became faster and faster slamming on your g spot. You heard yourself screaming his name.

“Fuck Arón, you feel so good.” You moaned thrusting upwards to meet with his. Earning loud groans from him. He leaned down and kiss you. Sucking on your lower lips. You wrapped your legs around him forcing him to go deeper. The sounds of your moans filled the room and you felt yourself clench around him. And you knew you were close.

“That’s it baby. Cum for me” Arón encourage you. With that, you finally let yourself go. Arón not far behind you feeling your pussy fluttering around him. He pulled out of you, stroke himself and cum on your stomach.

“Fucking hell” you said as you instantly dropped the fork your holding and looked at Arón who was sitting opposite of you. He still had his goofy smile on him. Is he seriously happy about this? “Arón, what happened last night… we gotta, we gotta forget about it” you stuttered as you watch his face drop.

“huh? Why?” He stared at you trying to figure out what you were thinking.

 “You know damn well why, Arón” You looked down on your untouched pancakes avoiding eye contact.

He didn’t say a word for a while. “I’m not him, you know” he said under his breath poking on his pancake with his fork.

“I know that. I never said you are him” your heart’s starting to race. Unprepared of the coming conversation with your best friend. “but we’re fine like this right? You don’t want to be in a relationship, and so do I. Arón, we’re friends. We don’t wanna ruin it” trying to make up excuses but in reality you’re just scared to admit it to yourself.

“We?!” he asked clearly disappointed at the words he just heard from you. “who’s we Y/N? you meant you? Cos if you’re gonna ask me, I’m more than willing to try”

 “Arón you know I can’t. I’m happy being single. I’m done with all those fucking heartbreak! I just want to be happy!” you raised your voice a little, getting frustrated at the fact that Arón, your best friend said, he’s more than willing to be with you.

“Then we’ll be happy together! I’ll make you happy!” he said at the same tone you had. His eyebrows furrowed.

“It’s not that simple!” you completely lost your cool now. “You don’t know what it feels like! It’s hard that you’re always the one willing to take a bullet for the one you love only to discover that they’re the ones behind the trigger! I can’t go through that again!” you pointed your finger at him.  “it would kill me. You think I chose this? You think I chose to be this stone cold?” tears now forming on your eyes.

Arón’s face softened at your words. He stood up and walked over to your side pulling you close to him. You were still sitting down so your head only reached his stomach. “Shhhhh! I’m sorry Y/N, I’m sorry. Please don’t cry” he tries to soothe you as he rubbed your back. “but please just hear me out?” you nodded your head yes as you sniffed. He knelt down on your level looking at you with love in his eyes. “Y/S/C, you know I had my eyes on you the first time you walked in on set.” He caressed your cheek with his thumb. “I figured I liked you that one time when you pulled a prank on Miguel and Itzan causing the whole cast to laugh. I knew I loved you the moment I saw you crying over him outside the club and you told me what he had done. I can't believe he treated you like shit when you deserve the world. I spent my whole night with you when all I wanted was to knock him out. I mean don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed your company. But yeah, I’d rather beat the shit out of him that night” he said causing you to laugh a little. “I know I said I don’t wanna be in a relationship right now but what I really meant was, I don’t want to be in a relationship if it wasn’t you.”

“I’m scared” your voice was trembling. 

“I know baby. I know. I can’t promise you I won’t hurt you ever in anyway. That’s not how love works, right? We will probably hurt each other at some point. But I can promise you that I would never ever hurt you the same way as he did. Just let me prove it to you. Please? Don’t give up on love just yet.” He said with sincerity. You knew him. You knew he wasn’t lying.

You felt yourself melting under his gaze. You stayed silent as words fail to form on your tongue. So you just placed your hand at the back of his neck stroking it gently like he did to your cheeks and your other hand layed on his chest close to his heart. You felt his heart beating faster and so is yours every second that passes by.

You thought about it hard. You weren’t exactly sure when it happened or when it started. All you know for sure is that right here and now, you are falling hard and you are hundred percent sure he was there to catch you. it would be tragic to let something like this pass.

“Sometimes we have to stop being scared and just go for it. Either it’ll work or it won’t. That’s life, no?” you stared at him waiting for his reaction. Small smile forming on your lips.

Arón smiled widely at you and exhaled the air he was holding in for a while now while waiting for your answer. He hugged you tightly whispering “Te quiero, Y/S/N”. He pulled away and kissed you passionately. You kissed him back with as much passion as his. You felt his hand travel up your thighs but just before things got heated, you pulled away.

“Woah, lover boy, can I eat my pancake first?” you said winking at him. He just laughed, shook his head and went back to his seat, pouting like a baby. “Why do you have to be such a tease?”

You stick out your tongue and your middle finger up at him, smiling. Happy at the thought that he brought back the meaning of red you once tried to forget. 

[jaeyunluvs]

you’re mine - aron piper

Requested by @fashphotolife : yeah just like a hot jealous aron bc like ugh that’s probably hot 🥵Not really a specific request but just like a hot jealous aron Piper imagine

A/N: AHH I LOVE JEALOUS IMAGINES!!!!! Thank you so much for requesting! I saw many people doing the jealous interview thing, like buzzfeed interviews and stuff, it’s gonna be similar to that !

disclaimer: i don’t know any of these people personally, i made some characters up! english is my second language so please let me know if i have mistakes! :) also poor spanish, i’m sorry profesor

note: im sorry i used starbucks, pls don’t sue me that’s the only international coffee brand i can remember!  it’s unedited :))

word count: 1,5K

warnings: none but hot jealous aron is on his way ;) oh and crappy writing :’)

gif creds to @piperaron​ - <3

“Y/N! Come on! We’re getting late!” Your boyfriend Aron warned you at the phone. He was downstairs, waiting for you. You were getting prepared for the live interview with the Elite cast, including you. 

“Okay, okay!” you said on the phone and closed. You wore a white elegant dress and kinda revealing but you didn’t mind cause you looked amazing. When you ran downstairs you saw a curly head in a car, looking in your direction.

“Wo-w, hola carina” He stared at you, breathless. 

“hi babe!” You get in the car and kissed him on the lips. He still stared at you so you decided to speak up.

“earth to Aron! you there?” you stared at his brown eyes filled with love. He blushed and looked away kinda embarrassed.

“Lo siento amor you’re just to beautiful!” Now it was your turn to blush. He giggled, placed a kiss your lips and started the engine.

You wanted to stop and get coffee on your way. Aron wanted to come to get coffee with you. It was your local starbucks shop.

“Do you remember our first date was here?” Aron asked. You glanced and felt the nostalgia. 

“You were super nervous I can’t believe how you changed so much.” You answered smiling. He managed to laugh.

“Maybe you’re the reason why I’m changed” He stared at you. You giggled at his cheesiness.

“Hi can I get your order?” You and Aron were interrupted by a good looking employee asking for your order.

“Hi, can I get a Latte Macchiato please?” you asked.

“What’s your name?” He asked, looked like smiling.

“Y/N” you said not caring enough.

“I like your name just a pretty name for a pretty lady” he said not caring about the guy next to him. 

You were taken aback by the compliment with saying a simple thank you without emotion but before you could say anything more, Aron pushed you to his side, can’t tell that you guys are dating because you weren’t public.

“Careful big guy, she has a boyfriend and I’ll kick anyone’s ass if I see someone flirting with her.” He was raising his voice. You hold him down.

“Aron, Aron stop, stop, chill” you looked at him you knew he gets calmer when he looks you in the eyes. When he calmed down, you ordered for him. The poor barista was watching you guys on shock and fear. 

You paid and mouthed a sorry for his actions. He didn’t say anything just a weak smile. You hated when there’s a fight. 

Then you got your orders and when you were leaving Aron shouted. “My eyes on you” to the poor barista and he got so guilty in front of his customers.

You punched him in the arm. “Aron what the fuck? He was a poor boy, and we’re not public you know this is so normal.” You stated. Aron didn’t look at you just walked into the car.

“He can’t just flirt with a random girl especially you!” You held him by his wrist. 

“You know you’re the only guy for me right?” You looked at him with a serious expression. He managed to have a weak smile then continued to ride.

When you were on the interview set, Ester and Danna ran to you. 

“Hola bebe, we should get prepared. Hola Aron, go to the boys room.” Danna said. You waved your hand as a signal of saying “bye” and he did the same. The cast didn’t know you guys were a thing either.

You met the other female cast mates and had your make up artist prepare you. After preparing all the cast got into a room and sat around. You and Aron sat next to each other obviously. 

“Hello ColaStation watchers, I’m Amell Wilson and today, I’m here with the elite cast! we’re going to read fan messages and play “Who’s most likely to?”. Here we go!” He said cheerfully. 

Everyone introduced themselves and the interview started with “Who’s Most Likely To?” 

“Who’s most likely to be single?” Everyone pointed you and Aron. You both laughed. Amell, the interviewer smiled too.

“Who’s most likely to be rule a fashion company?” Most of the cast pointed you and you blushed. “You have a great taste in fashion, carina” Omar said, you thanked him by blowing him a kiss. One of a sudden, interviewer Amell commented “You do have a great taste in fashion Y/N you look beautiful.” He said. 

Aron was startled by this comment and you noticed this but ignored it because everyone was here.

You played the game for awhile, laughed, had fun together. By the interview continued you could see Amell watching you. Aron noticed and cleched his fists but couldn’t do anything.

You eventually had a break after the first game. The cast divided, but most of them went to outside to smoke, including Aron. You and Danna, went to restroom and the preparation room before going back to Aron’s. While you were waiting for Danna outside, you saw Amell approaching you. Oh no you thought yourself.

“Hi Y/N”

“Hello?”

“Umm so I-” Amell was interrupted by Danna. Thankfully because you were getting kinda uncomfortable and you hated making Aron like this

“¿Qué es lo que pasa aquí?” Danna came and tied her arm into yours started walking. 

“No lo se, he came and talk to me.” You made sure. Your look on your face was explaining and Danna trusted you so she didn’t make a scene.

Meanwhile in the smoking session, the boys were talking about how Amell looking at you.

“No lo se porque pero, Amell can’t stop staring at her.” Miguel claimed.

“Yeah it is getting kinda weird” Alvaro started a little laughter. Aron wasn’t paying attention, jealousy was burning inside of him.

“Imagine Y/N, one of the most beautiful girl in the world not being single. I can hear the people crying.” Omar said. Aron just smiled and smirked.

“Like Y/N would date him.” Aron said sarcastically. Everyone looked at Aron and noticed how angry he was. They knew something was behind this.

After thirty minutes, the cast turned back to do the last activity, anonymous fan comments on the actors.

It started with Ester. 

“ ’Ester Exposito is literally queen she’s my idol.’ Awhh thank you.” She blew some kisses to the camera.

“’ Alvaro is so underrated, he is a great actor. Keep up! Love you!’ Thank you so much I love you too!” Alvaro smiled.

“ ‘Aron Piper is that lucky guy to make out Omar. Don’t you think? I’m jealous.’” Omar just laughed and mouthed a thank you.

“’ Aron is literally every girls’ celebrity crush at this point. Thank you Elite creators.’” Aron just smiled and thanked at the comment. When they handed the box over you, Amell continued to stare at you.

“’Y/N is that girl that I would literally die for, I’m so happy she’s single can you marry me?’“ 

“Hahaha he’s kinda right!” Amell laughed and added. And this was the end of Aron’s patience. He couldn’t help but said,

“Too bad she has a boyfriend” He laughed grasping your hand quickly.

Everyone in shock, can’t say anything.

“I KNEW IT!” Itzan shouted

“ALVARO GIVE ME MY 50 EUROS” Jorge said laughing.

You looked at them in shock not knowing what’s going on. Alvaro groaned and gave him the 50 euro bill.

“We get into a bet, I knew you guys we’re dating” Jorge showing you the bill.

“Honestly, it couldn’t have been more obvious but I’m still mad you didn’t tell me” Danna said pouting.

“You guys are so cute together.” Mina said. You were so happy with all the comments you were receiving by the cast. Their blessings were really important. 

“Now, that it’s public, take your eyes off of my girlfriend.” Aron growled at Amell. You can see he was getting scared. They stopped the live and some advertisements to calm down Aron.

“Okay Aron, I think we should end this live and go.” You said holding him. He looked at you, he couldn’t stand your eyes.

After a break, everyone turned back to the interview, but it was super awkward. Amell couldn’t look at any of you.

“Thank you for the dearest elite cast, and thank you for watching. Don’t forget to like and subscribe for more of this content!” Amell said and the turned the camera to the cast to say goodbye.

Aron waved and immediately kissed you on the lips. Everyone was cheering. When you ended the kiss and live, your phone blew up from all of your friends and family.

Sister: ARE YOU DATING ARON? HOW?

Best friend: It’s funny how I know it and everyone’s getting crazy hehe

Brother: I’M GOING TO KICK HIS ASS 

You laughed at all the messages you’ve been receiving, especially your best friend’s. 

After the interview, Danna hold you and forced you to explain everything and all the details about you and Aron. 

“SPILL THE TEA!” Danna shouted.

“Umm so we started dating 3-4 months ago...” You continued to explain while watching everyone’s jaw dropped. For a little while later, Aron came smirking to you.

“Hey ladies, mind if I steal mi novia, for a minute?” 

“No Aron, ella es nuestras amiga.” fought Claudia laughing.

You smiled at girls “I’ll be back in 5″ and they continued to talk.

Aron held you close, holding your hand, pulling you to his side. 

“You’re mine. And no one can ever take you away from me.” He said whispering to your ear with a serious tone. “Especially a guy like A- what Ameelllo?” He said making you laugh with a funny tone this time

“Congrats Aron, you ruined the moment. I said it once, I’ll say it forever, don’t worry bebe, another guy like ‘Ameeellooo’ could never make me crazy like you do. ” 

[roccinan]

1/? simply because you have the most galaxy brain thoughts ever,,, what do you think would've happened if they waited until s5 to reveal sergio and andrés were (half)brothers?

i do know that when my fam started watching lcdp at first i was so put off. like i watched ep 1 and the prof creeped me out. ""berlin"" creeped me out. e v e r y o n e creeped me out. and i was cringing so hard becz of the short lived romance angle with alison parker. i literally did not watch s1 at all xcept for like sneak peeks. highlights being the scene where berlin discovers monica is alive and does his dramatic door by door thing? that was so SUSPENSEFUL even tho i had no idea what was going on. DOMINGO DE RESURECCION remains forever iconic.

2/? And OF COURSE the group bella ciao dance when they hit earth (hahah i thought the banda were actually like a "found family where they all love each other LOL") i am a SUCKER for found family. but anyhoo when i properly got intrigued was s2 when tokyo was kicked out (the music from that scene is still my favourite) it's just so dramatic..!! why am i telling u all this again? right, i haven't slept a wink and it's nearly 7 am pls forgive me if these rambles make no sense. i have a point with this.. i'm going somewhere

RIGHT. so when the fam actually rewound the ep cz i wanted to know WHY berlin did that (didn't fully realise how batsht crazy he can be), the russian roulette scene played. and pedro's acting. MAN. and like just that ep they made a point of showing us these flashbacks where sergio and andrés hug....

Hi anon! Thanks for stopping by- sorry took me a while to get back to you, will do my best to answer this string of messages (got all 4 parts)! Glad you like my thoughts XD

Firstly, I believe Andres/Sergio would be the biggest LCDP ship if the writers were evil enough to wait until s5 to reveal that they’re brothers asdfasdf. They’re already the two most popular male characters anyway. 

It’d be especially crazy because it’s not like they tell the actors these things beforehand either. So that means there’d probably be a Serdres vs Berlermo vs Serquel fight every 5 minutes. I mean, even if not everyone agrees on everything in the lcdp fandom, it’s the most “peaceful” one I’ve ever been in because no character really gets in the way of any other ship (like even with helermo and berlermo there’s no true conflict since Andres is dead). But with Serdres in the mix?? CATASTROPHE. Everyone out here writing essays about how much of a bastard/bitch/homewrecker/motherfucker that Andres or Sergio or Martin or Raquel is. Never a moment’s peace!! so basically, a regular fandom lmao.

Then when we find out they’re brothers, it goes from catastrophe to Apocalypse. Suddenly serquel and berlermo have the upper hand. Everyone would double down and harass the crew/cast into whatever’s going on.  Plot-wise, everything is the same though, just without Andres calling Sergio “hermanito.” Fandom however, would be a minefield! And I’m glad that’s not the case because I’d probably be an unfortunate serdres shippers XD No joke, my mother and I thought they were a couple in S1. So bullet dodged!

Secondly: haha, everyone creeped me out in S1 too, especially Berlin, I hated him, but thinking back, I think I mostly hated the fact that I didn’t hate him as much as I should have. I’ve made peace with it now but oh boy, was he a controversial figure in my head. I actually like the professor on sight though! IDK why, maybe because I thought his plans were cool or because of Alvaro’s delivery. I was afraid of an Alison Parker romance thing too- like, I do feel like she had a storyline that got dropped, but that part was quite cringey and overall unnecessary to the plot. Same with Ariadna, which was even cringier and even Less necessary to the plot. 

Domingo de resurrecion was iconic though yes! And even with all that said, I genuinely enjoyed parts 1 and 2 because it was so different from anything else I’d seen. Not content wise, but maybe tonally? IDK, they were just really bold with a lot of things, like being objectively unafraid of having the protagonists (plural because all of them did LMAO) do objectively shitty things. Really kept me in suspense from beginning to end! 

I’m usually a big fan of found families too! The funny thing is, then banda never struck me as a “family” until season 3. In 1 and 2, I was wondering what felt different about this show; then it hit me that these people remained colleagues to the end. Like, they backstabbed each other (repeatedly) and everyone was quite selfish, and only the bonds that were already there stuck. They were the opposite of a found family LOL But I think by S3, they went down the found family route and I didn’t mind because it makes quite a lot of sense for them to feel that bond after the Mint heist and almost dying/living together (and having witnessed 3 deaths together on the team). But I still doubt Berlin and Palermo were ever really part of this found family, with good reason XD

LOL the scene where Tokyo got kicked out is also among my favorites!! It was so funny and dramatic, and it was like, wow we can go anywhere with this now! Don’t worry- your rambles and thoughts are always welcome :D

I’m rolling over how you watched the Tokyo expulsion scene before the Russian Roulette scene haha. Also yes, PEDRO. Berlin may have been “controversial” to me at first, but I became Pedro’s fan from day one! Also the Hug is probably what made me like Berlin (despite my determination to hate him rip) in the first place. 

3/? ... and like now that i think about it... tokyo had real guts huh. like she KNEW berlin was close enough to el prof to know his name (fhshshs imagine if she'd heard andrés saying 'hermanito' it's unrealistic that she didn't TBH. i mean obviously they decided to make them brothers only towards the end but like in canon universe. how tf did andrés de 'i raised my bby brother since he was 12 and i'd actually die for him and his stupidly brilliant plans' fonollosa go 5 months without slipping up once and calling sergio hermanito. or like,,, i like to imagine sergio kinda gave him lots of leeway(?) sergio's a lil oblivious too but like i'm sure half of it is.. that's my dumbass older bro shut up i'm not being partial you all have city names .. andr-berlin, pass the salt. like OOF. + sergio also knew his big bro was dYiNG so like. i'm sure they were sneaking in some quality time (i hope they did 😭 gosh imagine if sergio really did not ever consider the possibility of andrés dying in the heist so he'd tell himself he needs to perfect the plan now & anyway he'll have enough time to spend w/ his brother post heist in philippines. and then ... that happened :/

Tokyo has guts in place of braincells you bet that she’d do something like this, consequences be damned XD I also think it’s unrealistic for Andres not to slip up, but I have a feeling nobody besides Tokyo really tried to spy on them in private. I headcanon that Andres instead slips up and does things like ruffle Sergio’s hair or adjust his tie when other people are around. I also think Tokyo was convinced that they were a gay couple when she saw them hug XD And if Sergio never went on to tell the banda that Berlin was his brother, everyone would be giving Palermo such awkward looks after Nairobi accused him of being in love with Berlin LMAO. 

I agree! I also imagine Sergio giving Andres leeway because he’s just so used to interacting with his brother that way haha. So either he’d go out of his way to ignore Berlin in front of everyone else or IDK, borderline telepathically communicate with him. Not even “pass the salt” has to leave his mouth- Berlin just puts salt into his food and cuts it up for him, in front of everyone who’s just staring like O.O

I actually do think Sergio never considered the possibility of Andres dying in the heist because he was just that confident in his own plan. Plus, Andres was probably the one person he expected to survive. And a lot of it has to do with Sergio’s attachment to him + Andres’ own habit of downplaying any illness/injury over the years, which I think is safe to believe canon. He was really in no condition to be in the heist, let alone lead it. Just the fact that he needs to take those injections is a big sign that he shouldn’t be there, but Sergio didn’t catch it because he’s human and blinded by faith :’) So yeah, I think Sergio was planning to spend proper time with Andres in Palawan and at Toledo, they just settled for those little moments by the fireplace. 

4/? what always also just GETS me in the feels is that el prof was shown to be this in control creepily calm dude who is miles ahead of everyone. + in the 1st Toledo class itself we see how detached,, like how impersonal he is, how professional - choosing frickin CITY NAMES?! no 'personal relationships' ? (after recruiting his older brother, a father son pair, and war cousins... oh sergio 😂 he's such a frickin nerd and i love him) but like the earlier seasons really emphasised how robotic and down right COLD he can be. it still sometimes bothers me that he put the button in the car. he lead the police to his own damn brother, his blood, who took care of him and adopted him and was terminally ill and like - UGH i try to rationalise that sergio is that cold and unbothered. or that he has strict morals. but it still bothers me becz that button really sort of tipped andres' already unstable sanity. like andrés tells denver someth like you've robbed my future and after that he just seems so much more suicidal and accepting that he can't get out of the mint alive - WHY SERGIO WHY. I KNOW THAT AT THAT POINT YOU BASICALLY DIDN'T KNOW ANDRÉS WAS GOING TO BE YOUR BROTHER YET BECZ IT WASN'T WRITTEN IN THE SCRIPT BUT WHYYYYY

That’s so funny to me too LMAO No personal relationships, then he recruits these guys. Sergio, hello?? Also can’t forget how he just recruited his own girfrleind in the second heist too. Buddy! Love this nerd.

I don’t think that cold aspect of Sergio went away in later seasons either; he just had more opportunity to show a more open side of himself + without Andres, he had to metaphorically leave his comfort zone without a safety net. But in earlier seasons, he really did seem heartless at times XD Then again, we can argue that the same goes for Andres.

To be fair, I didn’t feel sorry for Andres over the button thing lol, but once the brothers reveal happened and all of Alvaro/Pedro’s headcanons came out and we know everything Andres did for Sergio, it makes what Sergio did REALLY harsh. We really just have to explain it through Sergio’s strict morals and him believing this to be the best non-fatal punishment for Andres, who at that point had convinced him he killed a hostage. And because he knew the television interview was coming up, maybe Sergio assumed Andres would use it to “clear” his name anyway. And empathy isn’t one of Sergio’s strong suits either, so through that lens, I can rationalize it.

Also it was lowkey funny to me how Andres was there like DENVER MUST DIE until he found out Sergio put the button there, then he was like “oh hermanito, you and your practical jokes <3″

Still, like you said, Andres and Sergio weren’t brothers yet at this point. They were probably supposed to be lovers lmao and had a dysfunctional Hannibal Lecter x Will thing going on. But because they made #hermanos canon, that button moment just feels very out of place now, especially given how much the two genuinely love each other.

Guess we could also say that Sergio’s just generally kinda bratty with Andres XD Like, he knows no matter what, Andres would forgive him anything. That’s how I see it anyway! 

[pixeldrowned27-blog]

dragons and shit part 3

“Whats up kedda?” i smirked, knowing that me being unprofessional about my collection made him angry made me do it even more, even though sometimes it landed me on bar duty with skye.

I plopped down in one of the three velvet chairs lined up in front of Mr. Kedda’s large oak desk, swinging my feet over the right arm rest before turning my attention to the blue haired man behind the desk.

“Nokina, what have i told you time and time again about doing this.” he asked with a sigh, probably regretting his life choices, kind of like what he does everytime i turn up in his office. 

“Don't answer that.” he growled as i was going to give a smart ass remark.

“So your here to turn in your mission report and collect you chronos. But i heard not to long ago that you gave Mr. aca trouble yet again with noodle.” Mr. Kedda said with the most monotone voice he could, seeing as this type of thing happens often. Noodle perked up at the mention of his name before floating over to the shelve of trinkets the blue haired man kept.

“Noodle, don't even think about it.” i warned the spirit dragon before turning back to my boss.

“I don’t know what youre talking about, we didn't get into any trouble, noodle just wants to fly around, you know he’s always cooped up.” I answered his question. The blue haired man shook his head and got up, walking over to the small safe on the other side of the room from me, and put in a code before a beep went off and the safe opened. 

“Come get your chronos. And if i have to deal with Mr. Aca again before the northern moon festival is over, you're on bar duty with skye. Do you hear me Nokina?” Mr. Kedda growled, throwing a small sack full of golden coins with the first moon lord’s warn face on both sides of the currency.

“yeah , yeah, you say that everytime i come into collect. But sure. Thanks for the loot, i'll be out with my team on the mission Lord Niroseth gave us, should be about four days till i get back. Come on noodle, lets go get Milia and Favin.” i smiled slipping the small sack into my pocket hidden under the soft blue fabric of the slightly dirty robes as i walked out of Mr. Kedda’s office and down the stairs to the main part of the building, only to be tackled the second my foot hit the warn brown wooden floor of the tavern.

“Nokina!” a low pitched voice shouted as i hit the ground, there was a flash of white, brown and green.

“Favin, if you don't get off me i will sacrifice you to the moon god.” i growled while noodle clawed his way out from under my head.

“But you left me with Milia!” Favin growled back poking my sides, making me squeak as i tried to push the carmel man.

Favin was one of my teammates and always had girls trailing after him around the village, but the twist is that he didn't like any of them, he like this guy that was on an opposite team then us, i think his name was Rhis, which always made me laugh when Favin tried to flirt with his and gets asked out by some random girl from across the village. But Favin had short spiky white hair that popped against his skin, which was the color of carmel. He had big blue-gray eyes and perfectly rounded lips. Favin was a little shorter than me, and had a slightly muscular build that could would go beautifully with Rhis’s.

“Favin get off her before she muals you.” another voice from behind us called as i pushed the snowy haired man off of me and stood up to see Milia standing there with noodle wrapped around her wrist as she pet him.

“Need help?” Rhis asked Favin as he held out his pale hand to him. I could tell Favin must be blushing up a storm at this point. He took Rhis’s hand and stood up, Rhis basically loomed over Favin as he began trying to flirt with the pale man.

“Oh my god Favin is so dorky.” i smirked turning to milia as she nodded.

Milia was on the same same team as Favin and I. we have been friends ever since we both got lost during our first moon festival. , and since then we haven't really been apart, seeing as we were both selected to be on the same teams by lord niroseth when he became leader of the village when we were 13 years old.

“Alright favin, lets go pack up, lets meet at the southern forest entrance and go from there.” i said pulling favin away from Rhis and out the door.

“Oh come on, i was so close to asking him out on a date, Nokina! Why do you have to be so mean?” favin shouted once outside the tavern.

“Because we have a mission to get done, we only have to more after this one and if you don't hurry up and get ready i'm going to make you walk all the way to Kashin springs. Now go.” i exclaimed before pushing the white haired boy in the opposite direction of Milia and I.

“Watch it. God.” Favin sighed, waving to us as he walked down the road.

I rolled my eyes and turned around to face Milia, who shook her head with a lopsided smile that pushed dimples into her slightly purple hued cheeks. 

“What? He always complains, then ends up being proud of himself in the end.” i shrieked as we walked towards my apartment building.

“Yeah, yeah i know. Oh here, i kinda stole you dragon.” Milia giggled, pulling the dragon spirit away from her body, handing me the calmed spirit. I quickly took the dragon, placing him in the hood of my cape that tended to trail behind me.

“Thanks. Well i should go pack up, Alvaro will might make yet another huge deal about being safe and what not.” i rolled my electric green eyes.

“I know what you mean, my mom always made me wear knee pads and stuff when we started doing missions. I'll meet you at the southern forest then. Bye” Milia smiled before turning to head her own way.

“Alvaro! Im home!” i exclaimed as i threw the apartment door open

“Hey short stack.” my brother replied, rounding the corner to grin at me.

“ what?” i asked seeing as he never gave me that look. He either has something i need or is giving me something.

“Nothing, just thought you might want to know that your team is going to be promoted.” he smiled widely, walking his way around the corner of the short hallway.

“Really? When?” i asked, bouncing on my toes as my eyes lit up.

“After you last mission for the month. Seeing as your team has alway taken on the missions early and you do them so well, you'll be promoted to your choosing of rank, but you don't all have to be together on a team. Mr.kedda sent this letter not to long ago.” Alvaro exclaimed handing me the slip of crisp clean white paper that smelled like new cologne.

“But i was just in a meeting with him, why didn't he just tell me then?” i asked, looking over the letter, glancing down at the signature scrawled at the bottom of the page.

“I don't know, he might have sent it before you got there, and thought you had already seen i guess.” Alvaro replied walking behind me to pull noodle from the hood of my cape.

“This is awesome! I can't wait!” i shouted running for my room so i could quickly pack up.

[kindajared]

Dear Diary || RisottoxReader (Smut) Part 1

(This ended up being 6k words so I uh...wanted to split it up into parts... this is what happens when I get thirsty...)

You had kept a diary your entire life. Ever since you were around the age of 10, in fact. Though you were free to confide in many different people around you. Your diary was your most trusted companion. You put absolutely everything in there. You wrote about the good times and the bad. The love and the hate. The trauma.

You were 21 now and by gosh, you weren’t going to stop now. Not even the new hitman team you were apart of would. Adults could write in diaries too. No one could ever tell you otherwise.

You’d been a part of ‘La Squadra’ for what seemed like ages but was only about four months. You weren’t the biggest fan of dirty work, but you liked the money and comradery aspects of it. You liked your team and they liked you. You did in, fact, write about it.

You tried to write an entry every day, having to buy a new book every now and again because you had used up all the pages inside. Missions did of course unfortunately get in the way, but your confidant was always there when you returned to base, hidden under your mattress.

You wrote in detail about how your experiences had been within the squad, how you felt about each member and some…juicier things. You’d never hidden anything from your dear friend. All your dirty little secrets would go right inside.

It was black, faux lather bound. Your pen was a thin, a deep purple. You always chose darker colors. It made you feel better about the whole thing…like it was something important. Not some pink booklet  with childish flower embroidery on it that read ‘Diary’ on the front. That was just a little much.

You never rushed yourself when you wrote. Everything needed to flow out perfectly, plus you wanted to be able to read your writing. Here are some things you wrote about:

How full of himself Formaggio was, though he was plenty friendly.

How stuck up Proscuito seemed to be, though also friendly enough.

How much of a crybaby Pesci was, though indeed sweet.

Ghiachio was a crazy motherfucker, but you kind of liked that about him.

Melone was fun to be around, perverted, but friendly.

Gilato and Sorbet were nice enough, but mostly just payed attention to each other.

And your Capo? You could go on about how you felt about him. How deliciously beautiful he was. How his voice was the best sort of music to your ears. The way his eyes traversed the members and came upon you made you feel things you’d never quite felt before. You wanted to touch him all over.

But…you couldn’t tell a real person that, could you? No, you couldn’t. So, this was where your handy dandy diary came in. You wrote about him plenty of times. It helped you manage your hunger a little better. God… could your thirst get out of hand sometimes. Just being around him was enough to get you a little exited. It was just a shame you were always teamed up with Formaggio and never with Risotto…but Risotto worked alone. Oh well…you’d manage.

-

Today was another one of those days…everyone had missions except for you and Risotto. You hated not being able to keep busy. You’d lose yourself in your own mind. You’d either become completely bored or think a little too much about…well, everything, if you had to be honest.

You had just finished writing in your diary when you heard a deep voice call your name. You placed your pen on the page you had been writing and placed it next to you on the bed before getting up. Risotto had called for you.

“Yes, Capo?”

You knocked once on the frame of the door to his office with your knuckles. He looked up from whatever he was reading, a stack of folders piled up next to him. You waited in the doorway.

“Did you read up on the Alvaro and Enzo file I gave you?” He asked, index finger holding his place on the paper resting in front of him.

“Yeah, of course I did. That job should be easy, I’d prefer not to bring Formaggio, if that’s alright?” You crossed your arms and lifted your shoulders, bracing yourself for an unknown answer.

“That’s fine.” He replied simply. He removed his finger from the page and stood himself up. Your heart skipped a beat. He walked over to you with no hesitation, holding a folder in his hand.

“Here’s another. Read it carefully.” He held it out to you. You took in from him slowly. You looked up at him, trying not to cower. You weren’t exactly scared of him. He was a fine man, a good Capo. He was just so intimidating. His eyes always managed to burn holes into your own. Sometimes you just wanted to look away, but you never did. The fact that he was well over a foot taller than you also didn’t help. He must have neared seven feet. You swallowed.

“Alright. Anything special about it?” You asked. You held the folder firmly in your hands. Risotto shook his head.

“Not that I can explain. Just go and look it over.” He told you finally before walking past you, out of his office. You sighed to yourself. That was a typical interaction between the two of you. You just wished things were more exiting. You wouldn’t actually mind getting to know him honestly, but Capo’s didn’t share much.

You turned to head into the main area of your base where all the seats resided along with a coffee table in the middle. You sat down on the black leather love seat and rested one of your feet on your opposite knee. You opened the folder and began to read it. What you hadn’t taken into account was…was where Risotto was going.

He did indeed do a routine check of each room when everyone was gone. He never dug through people’s things. He just generally inspected the area.

What your problem was though, was that you had left your Diary on top of your bed. That could only mean one thing. Risotto would see it and most likely look at it. It did look suspicious after all, there was no denying it. You sat reading. Unaware.

-

Risotto grasped the doorframe when he came upon your and Illuso’s shared room. Everything seemed to be as it always was, except for the open book on your bed. Risotto’s interest was piqued. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew it was a diary and not some secret booklet for evil plans, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to respect your privacy. He walked over and picked the book up off of your black duvet, turning it around in his hands so that it was facing the right direction for him to read it.

What you had written about today wasn’t anything special, so he began to flip the pages. Some of the things you wrote caught his attention. Your thought process and way of thinking was different than he imagined. You were smart. Thoughtful.

He did chuckle at some of the entries. Finding it amusing that you complained about Formaggio and Proscuito so much. What really struck him though was…what you had written about him. When he read his full name, he straightened his posture and lifted it so that he could read it. What he read surprised him:

 ‘Today wasn’t great, but it wasn’t awful. Formaggio, Melone and I went to pick up a sum of 1 million lyra and brought it back to base. Nothing exiting happened on the way there or back. I sort of wanted to get my hands dirty today. I could use a good fight, you know? None of that really matters though. Getting back to base was the best part of the day. Seeing Risotto is always a treat. The sight of him makes me melt. I love drinking him in. well, that’s all I’ve got. Until next time. (Y/N).’

Risotto’s eyes widened a bit. You felt that way about him? You were damn good at hiding it. He smirked. He wanted to read more, so he flipped through more pages until he saw his name once more. This page read:

‘I need to vent. I can’t stop thinking about the Capo. How much I want him to touch me. Touch every inch of me…and by that I mean EVERY inch! I don’t want to be gross, but I might have to. He’s just...If he wanted to cum on my face, I’d let him. I want that so bad,’

Risotto stopped in his place, blinking quickly. Holy shit. His brows were raised high. He had to keep reading.

‘I mean of course I’d want him to fuck me first. Oh god would that be incredible. I can’t even imagine how big he is. I’d love to put my mouth on that…yeah. I think I’d want him to do me from behind…no, maybe just missionary…Mating press. I want him to fuck me DEEP, you know? I need that. I’d honestly let him do anything to me…Anyway, I’m going to rejoin the gang, see you tomorrow, friend. (Y/N).’

Risotto couldn’t believe what he had just read, he was baffled. His mouth hung open slightly. His face was flushed. He could feel the heat erupt from below the surface of his skin. She really did feel that way.

Honestly. He wanted all that too. He’d had his eyes on you. Though not a single soul would ever know. He chuckled lowly to himself. It was just you and him there that night. What was stopping him from confronting you? Nothing. Nothing at all. He smirked before closing the book, tucking it underneath his arm. Your purple pen rest on the bed all by its lonesome as he left the room.

He entered the room where you had been reading. You were still doing so. He let his smirk fade and cleared his throat as he approached you, standing right behind the couch. You were startled.

“O-Oh! Yes? I’m almost finished.” You let the folder lay open on your lap. When Risotto didn’t reply you became nervous. You kept looking up at him, all you could do was wait.

Suddenly he reached for something underneath his arm. You gasped when you saw what it was when he removed it. Your diary! Shit! You were an idiot! What did he see? SHIT.

“Th-That’s…an invasion of privacy.” You shifted, tuning your body so you could face him better. Risotto shook his head.

“Is it?” He proceeded to open it up.

“No! Please…”

You begged him. This was the last thing you wanted. You were screwed. Risotto flipped through the pages before stopping on a random one. He cleared his throat and began to read from it. Your eyes widened.

“‘Sometimes during meeting I can feel myself get wet when he’s speaking. His voice makes me so hot. I want him to say nasty things into my ear. Just destroy me.’”

He quoted you, looking from the pages to you. You felt yourself become nauseated. No…No!

He flipped to another page.

‘”Sometimes I dream about him fucking me hard up against the wall. That’s the dream right there. I bet his cock feels great.’”

You whimpered, looking away from his ominous stare. You didn’t know what to do, think or say. You just sat there. You heard Risotto close the book. You hadn’t realized it, but he had leaned down to speak into your ear.

“Is that true?”

His voice was firm. You could feel his breath against your ear. You felt your palms begin to sweat.

“Yes.”

You replied quietly. You squeezed your eyes shut. It’s not like he was going to hurt you, but you felt some sort of fear. You then felt the folder slip off of your lap and onto the floor. Thank god, an excuse to turn away from him. You did turn away from him, reaching down to gather the papers.

Risotto circled around the couch and knelt. You saw hm before you through peripheral vision. You kept your hands on the floor, as well as your eyes.

“Look at me, (Y/N).”

He ordered. You hesitantly looked up at him. Your eyes were still wide. Your body shook slightly. Then he spoke.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” 

...

Here’s Part 2

[christineeej94]

One look❤

a/n:guys, I’m baaack. Finally. I have some amazing requests and I can’t wait to dig in. This one is so cute, I can cry. I hope i done it well. Okay, now I’m being weird. Bye. Stay safe and great. Kisses 🌻

the request:

Anonymous said:

can I request an Aron Piper imagine where the reader attends the red carpet even for Elite & both of them just so happen to be each other’s celebrity crush so when they bump into each other they instantly click & if you include them going on their first date too that would be great!

warnings: maybe bad language, some fluff and bad writing.

word count:2.016

Arón Piper x Reader

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“(Y/N) get your ass here.” My friend yelled from the kitchen and I rolled my eyes. “What?” she pulls her hair on the said and start dancing. I try not to laugh but she is so funny. “What’s happening chica?” I asked again and she start dancing again. “You receive an invitation to ÉLITE season 3 premiere. You are going to see ARÓN FUCKING PIPER on the red carpet.” She screamed so loud that I think the neighbors heard everything she said. I blocked and I look at the open envelop. “You are kidding me?” I yelled and I start dancing too.

I’m new in acting and everything, I just got a role in the new series called “Toy Boy” and it’s my first big role. This invitation was a surprise but I think my manager has something do to with this. I was so obsessed with Élite when the first season appeared on Netflix, I love the story line and also, I had a huge crush on Arón Piper, like the other thousands of girls. “We need to find you a fit for the event.” My friend said serious and I rolled my eyes. The rest of the day I spend it searching for some interesting outfits.  

A while ago when I started to shoot for Toy Boy, I went to a private Netflix event and I was so close to meet him. But he left with a problem and I could meet the rest of the cast. I’m a good friend with Ester, Mina and Danna, we are meeting every weekend and we are having brunch at a small and chic restaurant.  “The dreams are over, puta, cause you my friend are going to finally meet him.” My friend talk with her mouth filled of noodles and I laugh, taking a sip from my wine. “Yeah, I’m kinda afraid of this. Just imagine, what if I’m going to step on something and I will fall or something and he will see that and OMG.” I put my hands on my face terrified and it’s my friend turn to laugh. “Look, amor, you are funny, gorgeous and very smart. Don’t let emotions destroy your chance with him.” She said serious and I nodded. “But if he doesn’t like me at all? I’m not thinking at a relationship because I’m not that childish but if he doesn’t like me?” “Then is a very stupid man.” She said and take another huge bite.

The day of event came and now I’m struggling with my anxiety and, also, my hair. I’m on my hotel room waiting for my hair and makeup stylists to do their job, I’m so nervous and so excited in the same time. And I’ve the weird feeling right now. I heard a knock and I hurry to the door. “Ester?” the blonde girl jumps on me and we hugged tight. “Why don’t you tell us that you are coming to the premiere?” she asked and take a sit on my bed. “I wanted to be a surprise.” I smiled and she smirks. “You know that in this hotel are almost the entire cast of Élite, including Mr. Piper.” Ester winked and I blushed. She figured out a long time ago that I like Arón and she advised me to let everything chill for the moment because he is complicated. “I know now.” I look in other direction and I heard a knock again. My stylists come in and Ester went, but first she told me that I should come with their limo. “I already talk with Carlo and I’m coming with him and his girlfriend. Thank you, hermosa.” I kiss her cheeks and we promise to see each other at the premiere.

 After 4 hours, I was ready to go in a small pink and shiny dress, having a pair of white sandals and some tight wave. I look at my sparkly makeup and my manager made some photos for her Instagram. “Carlo is here.” She informed me and I look again in the mirror. “You look amazing. Now, go or they will leave without you.” She pushed me from behind and I took my clutch in a hurry. Carlo and his girlfriend wait for me in the lobby, at the entry I saw Mina, Omar and Arón waiting for their limo. When my group passed them, I stopped to give them my congratulations. “You look absolutely stunning. Congrats for the season 3.” I said and my gaze went to everyone and stopped on the breath-taking guy which is analyzing me. My cheeks got red and after a small chit-chat with Mina, I got in my car.

“You are so in love” Carlo comments and I pinch his arm over the suit. “And he seems like he his liking you too.” I rolled my eyes and he pinch my arm. “Be careful amigo, you can start a war that it’s already over for you.” I joked and he laughs. “Of course.” He smirks and takes his girlfriend in a hug. I want what they have.

At the event we need to take some photos on the red carpet and we arrived too soon so we need to wait for the Élite cast. We wait on the said and I drink without stopping, like 2 or 3 glasses of champagne. “Look who is here.”  Carlo’s girlfriend pointed me the spot when the limos are stopping and I saw him getting out of the car, followed by Mina, Omar, Ester, Miguel and Alvaro. My legs are shaking right now. We let them to do interviews and photos, after them Carlo drag me in front of the blinding lights and a lot of cameras and microphones are around me. “(Y/N), look here. Give us a smile.” The photographers yelled at me and I try to keep up. After the photo session, a guy stopped me for an interview. “How do you think the new season would be?” he asked and I smiled. “Explosive. That’s the word that defines the new season.” “What’s your favorite character?” “I love them all, but more specific, I adore Nadia, Ander and Lu. For me they are the most powerful characters in Élite.” I respond and he asks me other questions about my career and my new role.

At a moment, when I thought that everything is done on the red carpet, Arón passed me and some photographer yelled at us for a photo together. We gazed each other and Arón smiles. “Come here.” He comes closer and puts his hand around my waist. “You look incredible tonight.” He bends and whispers, while the photographers catch the moment. “I don’t outdo you.” I replied blushing and a cute smile rose on his beautiful face. After the photos, we went in opposite directions.

“Finally, you are done. Come, let me introduce you to Arón.” Ester grabbed my arm and she dragged me on the ball room. “Arón, bom-bom, she is one of my besties, (Y/N), she is playing in Toy Boy.” She pushed me from behind and I almost fall in his arms. “Hi.” He said simple and I blushed like a little girl. “Hola.” I respond and I didn’t know what to say so we stayed in silence for a couple of minutes. I just listen to the music on the background and I pay attention to his conversation, and I know it’s inappropriate but I didn’t know what to do next.

I wanted to go away and find someone who I can talk to but he stopped me. “Sorry, I’m such a douche. I’m Arón, nice to meet you. I think I never had the opportunity to meet you in person. I heard some many things about you.” I shake his hand smiling and he smiled too. “I hope are good things.” He laughed at my remark and I blushed. We started to have a normal and relaxing conversation about acting and his next projects. I told him that I’m so excited for him and he is a very funny person. “I wanted to talk more with you, but now my duty calls.” He winked and before go on the stage he placed a small kiss on my cheek. I can tell that place, where he kissed me, burned for a while.

 In the rest of the night we didn’t intersect and I left after an hour because next day I had a fly in the morning. I’m going to visit my family in my hometown.

 After 7 days.

 It’s been a week from the event and me and Arón don’t stop talking from then. I’m starting to catch feelings for him. He is such a nice and talkative person. He asked me on a date a while ago and today is the big day. He didn’t tell me where we are going, but he informed me to dress comfortable. I pinned my hair in a bun, I put on some shorts and a flower print top. I get out of my apartment and his car is parked in front of my block. He leans on her and smiles provocatively and beautiful. “You look amazing.” He comments and I blushed. “Look, you even don’t need blush.” He jokes about my red cheeks. I get in his car after he hugged me tight and he parfum replace my entire air.

He drove to the peripheries of the Madrid and he stopped the car next to a forest. “You are going to kill me now?” I joked and he smirks. “Of course, but first we eat, then I can kill you with the butter knife.” He continues the joke and he get out. Arón took a basket and a blanket from the backseat and in the other hand he takes my hand. We walk on a small path to nowhere, but I see that he knows the way. We finally stopped and I looked over his shoulder and I could see a glade shaded by tall trees. Small rays of light illuminate the place and I’m able to heard the birds' chirp. I’ve never seen a place like this. Is beyond beautiful and because he brings me here, makes my heart melting.

“It’s amazing.” I said and he smiled nervously. “I thought you wouldn’t like it.” “I love it. How you find it?” “Let’s set up everything and I will tell you.” We put together the blanket and while I’m putting the food on the said, he went back to the car to get drinks and napkins.

“So, tell me.” I said curiously and he nodded. Arón have his head in my lap and my fingers are playing with his short hair. He is finishing chowing a grape and when my hand went down on his face, he kissed my back of the hand. “So, I loved a girl so much a while ago, before playing in Élite, and she broke my heart. I found this place after the breakup. I decided to bring here the girl I like the most.” His words filled my mind with a lot of thoughts. “You like me?” I mumbled smiling and he nodded. “I’ve had a crush on you and when I saw you at our premiere, I thought it’s a sign. I know you had a crush on me too, Ester told me after the premiere. (Y/N), babygirl, you are lighting my life right now.” He raised his head and I prone mine, our lips meet each other in a small and cute kiss. His lips taste like cigarettes and fruits. “You taste like a candy.” He smirks and I giggle. “I can’t believe this is real. Weeks ago I didn’t know how to talk to you and look at us now.” We kissed again, this time more passional and after we confess our feelings for each other, we enjoy the food and we took a lot of photos.

I feel inside me my love growing and I know, actually, I’m sure that our life together will be the most amazing and exciting thing ever.

[sole-cuore-amore-e-droga]

Cyprus brings shampoo to Rotterdam 2021

I FELL IN LOVE, I FELL IN LOVE, I GAVE MY HEART TO PRODUCT PLACEMENT.

Though I do see where they come from. Everyone from Panik Records, from her to Eleni Foureira featuring Perfectil on the “Fuego” MV, gonna need that sweet sweet money all of the time. But has Greece’s economy not really recovered for them to constantly need to advertise products on music videos or am I just losing my mind overthinking things?

Eitherway, this review may or may not appear before or during their rehearsal day, so see how do I make a fool of myself by trying to estimate Cyprus’s chances!

ARTIST & ENTRY INFO

This year we have a 26 year old Elena Tsagrinou from Greece here (the way they were last represented by a somewhat Cypriot on 2017?). She did music early on in her age, also participated in the Greek version of Got Talent. Though, before breaking out as a solo pop sensation in ways you cannot imagine, she used to be in a pop band OtherView. Strangely enough, I’ve heard of them because of this song below but I could’ve NEVER estimated it was her and never could have I predicted she would land herself a Eurovision entrance all alone:

The band has had quite a few successful enough singles with her, she did some music shows participation and hosting, her band switched labels midway through (guess into which one they eventually landed, hint: some of the screenshots in this review have this peculiar logo), and in 2018, she had to “withdraw” from the group to go ahead and pursue the aforementioned solo career, somewhat. She continued doing a lot of shows (particularly seen on the MAD music channel related events), and doesn’t have as many singles as she had with OtherView right now, but she’s possibly well on her way to blossom as an artiste. Some of those reading (lol who am I kidding who even reads these) may be familiar with this little song of hers:

You’ve heard way too many things about “El Diablo”, her 2021 entry, so idk if I feel like explaining the technical side of things all by myself or you already know everything. But in these reviews I repeat everyone else regardless, so let me just say that “El Diablo” is an obvious pop song, with a lot of Swedish related touches to it, because at least one person on this song also worked on Alvaro Estrella’s Melodifestivalen 2021 entry that glorifies at least a handful of the same cliches that “El Diablo” does lyrically. Dear Eurovision lyricists, you can use more foreign languages than Spanish for your obligatory foreign language incorporations, thanks~

Although I’m not sure about whether it is more Laurell Barker’s fault as much as it is Joker Thörnfeldt’s, but it’s easier to blame them equally, because the former probably came up with “ta-taco, tamale” and the latter couldn’t get enough of the word “mamacita” they used for the aforementioned Melodifestivalen entry. Anyway, the lyrics, from what I get, is that she’s in love with an eeeevil guy because he’s sweet talking her, they do some sexy stuff together (presumably), pour sauce on their bodies for no explicit reason other than “obligatory-foreign-reference-itis”, she’s breaking the rules (and idk if it was “mama-mamacita” telling her to do it), got the icy edges that the spicy is melting for her, throws eyelashes on the floor when she’s got no wigs to throw (but that doesn’t matter because even without a wig, she can flip her hair and make him look twice), and there’s as much as you need to know about the song’s lyrics as I feel like I should show to you, because eh. Eurovision has suffered from worse cookie-cutter lyricism through the years, “El Diablo” is painful but not the worst.

REVIEW

But I do like the song somewhat!

“El Diablo” was initially compared to Lady Gaga’s “Bad Romance” upon release, and I totally kind of see why, because in all the right spots you can absolutely hum over the chorus to that over the one of “El Diablo”’s, it just exchanges gratuitous French translation of one of the already sung lines on the bridge for obligatory inserted Spanish terms just for the sake of being trendy with the crowds of the nowadays, because as we learned nothing these days, having a lot of Spanish in your song is apparently trendy. And Elena does nothing absolutely batshit insane on the music video (other than advertising) - no lapdance for the devil Lil Nas X style, no being forced into a bath, no person to sell her body to (not even the titular diablo), no dancers that rise out of their Christian sleep pods. Just Elena singing behind lots and lots of trash bin bag wrap.

Honestly the bigger issue for me than the song being “sAtAnIc because it is called “the DEVIL!!!”, aside from the lyrics, is that the MV does not come with any forewarning whatsoever for the people that are seizure prone when they see strobe lights? And that happens for some extended periods of this clip? I know you are indulged in your advertising and good for you but don’t just care for the companies that pay you if you use their products, do care about people’s wellbeings too, sometime.

But enough about the MV.

The song is decently sounding. It has interesting uses of what sounds like hi-hats during the verses (e.g.: a moment when this happens for the first time on the song is after Elena sings “tonight we’re gonna burn in a par-tY” the second time, and then there’s something that sounds soaring - that’s what I think that the hi-hats did.). It also has some sort of a synth piano on the second verse to boost the song’s sound rather than just relying on 808s and beats. I quite like how the chorus is so instant somehow, idk why but it is for me. Might have a gripe with that childish choir singing “I LOVE EL DIAB-LO” in the tune of standard kindergarten children teasing tune (aka ”NA NA NA BOO BOO”), as well as the constant breathing sounds, but they don’t distract me from generally “fucking” with this song, lol. It’s just that likeable imo.

I just can’t cope with the fact that Cyprus can’t seem to dare to go at least a little bit original with their song, yanno? Ever since 2019 they were called out as being a ripoff of something... hell, everyone since 2016 except Eleni was a ripoff of something. Alter Ego? “Somebody Told Me” by The Killers. Gravity? “Human” by Rag’n’Bone Man. Replay? “Fuego” itself. Running? “Lose Control”, Meduza x Becky Hill. Now we have a Lady Gaga song wannabe that even caught the attention of another singer that the music video looked like it was ripping off, and the Eurofandom caught up in hysterics:

Heads up, folks: not EVERY short haired blonde with messy hair, silvery tank top and shortpants that writhes on the floor is a Zara Larsson clone. And I don’t know who stirred controversy first - her or the fans - but this was ridiculous to see, even for me.

Although for a second I saw where they were coming from.

Now see why I want Cyprus to go original for at least once? Because I guess that the way “Fuego” was conjured up, it brought Cyprus so much success with how the package was, how Eleni sold it, and how the song sounded. You know the first thing of everything potentially going wrong for you later on is if you find the formula you’ve been looking for, but you proceed to be using the exact same formula that got you this far in the first place, without realizing what was it in the formula that you needed to bank on to further to make it click, but instead proceed to copy everything like it was an easy, fill-in-the-blank form. You can and should do better than that.

Though that doesn’t stop me from ranking it 11th this year.

Thing is, I really expected it to be the one female pop song of the year I would have the constant impulsive need to replay, replay, yeah. Ever since the chaotic entry MV drop that occured on some random-ass Cypriot TV show where three guys talked a lot (and before that, we got a cooking show), and kept growing increasingly agitated that no one is liking their show, until at some point one of them erupted in “IN TWU MEENETS... EL DIABLO... ON UR TEEVEE”; I was really devastated I couldn’t be able to break the replay button because of Panik Records deciding to rather benefit for themselves to have the MV on their app, then on Youtube, THEN on Spotify in that order. So I listened to a few video rips that I received / had for myself, and it was a fun time... until I realized the desire to play it declined much faster than I thought it would when it actually dropped on Spotify, oops. So I can’t really let myself rank it higher, when there are at least some catchier female bangers with better overall sound, better lyrics, and better multiple-replay factor. But I can’t really settle for a much lower rank for her than 11th, anyway. Girlbanger 2021 power y’all!

That and vocally she’s actually not that bad, even if she has shown up singing her song drunk in a handful of Instastories for some event of some party house, and at the time people overreacted, but I think that at least a large audience of those same people has collectively dropped their “Cyprus obvious NQ” talks come the pre-parties.

Panik Records, when will you put the yeehaw El Diablo on streaming? Now THAT’S a version that has replay value, and I might never get bored of it instead :(

Approval factor: Yeah, there exists some for me in it Follow-up factor: CyBC did one of the nastiest in terms of following up their 2020 arc of “Bring Your Artist Back for Revenge Year” that was 2021, straight up ditching Sandro probably right after Eurovision was done (well it doesn’t look like the case because CyBC published a statement later, but I sense that it might’ve been the case), because “Running” wasn’t doing so well with the “YAS QUEEN” branch of the Eurofandom. Which sucks because Sandro would’ve actually been down to be asked again for Eurovision, as he revealed it to NikkieTutorials during many of her interviews with last year’s class of. “Agreement from both parties” my ass, unless Sandro secretly realized that like Tom Leeb, he was too busy for 2021 Eurovision, which I doubt. It actually sucks imo that Sandro can probably be considered as even a forever non-returnee, because Sandro is more of German roots than Greek, and if we learned anything about the Mukuchyangate 2021, is that Germany will never send a returning artist, at least one that didn’t represent their country first and foremost. So Greece could only ask Sandro nicely only if the contest comes on to Germany, I guess? How do you think they decided on getting Stefania, who still ever so regularly appears on Dutch music, to represent them this year? So on that regard the follow-up from CyBC stinks, eventhough I think that entrywise the follow-up was rather decent, at least in the usual Cypriot way of sending female pop (going from “Replay” to “El Diablo” which I like more than “replay”), and eventhough I’m falling out of the hype for Cyprus I once used to have, their 2015-2021 entry streak had entries that I largely feel positive for overall, so in that regard, the follow up is decent. Qualification factor: In a year of Semi 1 Female Banger Slaughterhouse, Elena goes out in my eyes with several scratches, but not enough to completely kill her chances. If anything, given the divisiveness of Ireland’s rehearsals, Elena is likely to obliterate any last memory of Lesley Roy any first time viewer has ever had, except for her stage graphics. Even if Elena’s staging will not be as mindblowingly cartooney as the last, once a bop comes on, everyone forgets the slower song and gives into the bop, at least that’s how the draws work when choosing what insignificant song to put on 2nd and wedge in between the opening banger and some lesser-key banger, right? I know that “Replay” barely qualified, but I find “El Diablo” slightly better, and it all goes well, it will barely just as qualify as well. Because in a Semi 1 Female Banger Slaughterhouse, she can’t be the losing one, really.

INTERNAL CORNER

I already told everything that was noteworthy about Elena’s journey in previous sections, honestly.

• That I said that CyBC likely ditched Sandro right after cancellation just like Hooverphonic ditched “Release Me” should they have had a chance to keep or toss their entry. It doesn’t present itself as the case, but I just feel like it is.

• That the song was revealed on a Cypriot talkshow where three dudes were aware that we were waiting for “El Diablo”, trying to throw some gratuitous English our way, hating that we didn’t like our show, but promising that “El Diablo” MV will be shown in “TWU MEENETS”, which wasn’t but worth the wait eh?

• That people were cackling at Zara Larsson joining in the talks of Elena’s MV having aspects of her own song’s MV plagiarized.

• That Elena performed her song in a private-ish event when drunk and having heaps of fun and people cried that it was gonna be a NQ.

And do I really need to elaborate about the local Cypriot church scandal? It just so happened that a bunch of people read into a song’s title so much, thought it was rude of their country to sing about the devil (eventhough the bigger offenses made here is the gratuitous Spanish more than anything), and hoped that the broadcaster will disqualify the very song they okayed to be internally chosen because they are displeased with it - and if it’s not disqualified, they even threatened to burn the headquarters down. No, really. That’s like the most amusing part of that whole spectacle. Imagine burning a broadcaster headquarters down for a song... if I did it for every favourite of mine that lost to other broadcasters, the broadcasters would run out of locations to rent, because everything else good is pre-occupied or the ashes of their lost headquarters staring back at them.

Imagine being toxicly Christian in 2021... How long until Elena’s face gets photoshopped on the main protagoniste of The Unholy?

ANY LAST WORDS?

Even if I’m with this song, part of me kind of wants me to fail to make Cyprus realize that their formula is starting to wear thin and they got to be somewhat of a versatile nation in Eurovision if they want to be on the radar of not just one specific niche. But then again, they learned nothing when they flopped with Tamta, because she sneakily qualified as opposed to failing even harder than Tulia, ah well. Will they ever learn?

But why would I openly wish this to a top 11 song of mine, oh dear. Good luck Elena, may God be on your side, I guess. :P

[shadow-assassin-blix]

A Picture is a Poem Without Words

CHAPTER 7

A/N: Okay. So this one is a long one. It’s like 10k. Many things happen. A lot of family drama but fluff to even it out. So we see the return of Javier and Horacio, briefly along with some Steve. Escobar and Valeria appear and are not viewed in great light. (Valeria is not my favorite character tbh).

Warnings: Okay. So. There is some childhood abuse talked about, nothing in extreme detail but I marked when it begins and when its safe again. There’s a brief mention of an attempted assault, not detailed just implied. Um. 

As always: “Speak” “Spanish” ‘Thoughts’

She had cleaned up the house for the most part and was satisfied with the work she had done. She had just started to sit down when there was a knock on her. She made her way to the door, answering it.

“Salcedo? What brings you here?” She asked surprised.

“Pacho wants you close by. Escobar is not happy and Pacho is worried that you may be a target,” He quickly explained.

She sighed, somewhat annoyed, “And I’m guessing I don’t have much of a choice in this matter?”

Salcedo gave her an apologetic look.

“Let me go get some things. I have 2 boxes of mail to go through so that shall be coming with us,” She tells him quickly.

She handed him the box of cards, letters and small gifts. He took it with a nod and another guard came up and took the heavier box from her family in New York. She grabbed some of her own clothes, and necessities packing them into a suitcase quickly. Once she was ready, they drove her to Pacho’s home.

She walked in, noticing the brothers were there with Pacho. She sees Alvaro sitting next to him reading a book, a notepad near him for when he stopped to write every so often.

She made her way over to the couch, taking the open seat by Pacho quietly. He continued to speak to Miguel about something, the only sign that he gave that he noticed she was there, was his hand coming to rest on her knee.

Salcedo and Córdova set her boxes near her, before taking her suitcase upstairs to her room.

While they talked, she began opening cards. Most of them were from other fighters, who wished her a happy birthday and told her they missed her.

Some had cash stuffed in their cards. Others they sent a gift, that was in the form of a fox. She lined up several trinkets, shakers, towels, and such, all fox themed.

Gilberto asked with a laugh, “Why do you have so many foxes, little one?”

“It’s a long story…” She said with a shake of her head.

She had eventually gotten through all of the birthday wishes, and all that was left was regular mail, so she set the box aside for now.

She walked over to the heavier box, laying it down flat. She pulled out a knife to cut the tape that sealed it. As she pulled open the flats, the first thing she saw was a note resting near a some brand new boxing gloves.

She quickly pulled them with an excited squeak.

“Yesss. Been needing a new pair,” She mumbled throwing a glove on to see how it fit.

She clenched her fist a few times, checking it out. Once she was satisfied, she set them gently onto the coffee table. She turned back to the box and noticed there was plain white box sitting in there as well, so she set it and the note aside for a moment.  She cleared away the tissue to find bubble wrap and it was tightly wound across the large item that was inside.

She gently cut down the sides of the cardboard box, so it was completely flat. She then gently lifted the item up and began to unwrap it one-handed.

She slowly revealed a shadow box, that had her old fight outfit, a few news articles, and her first pair of gloves pinned inside.

“The Silver Vixen?” Came Pacho’s voice as he walked up to get a closer look at it.

“That was my fight name,” She said softly staring at the items inside fondly.

She looked up, and gently waved over a couple guards, asking them to put it some place safe for her. They did, carrying it off to the side. She turned to the white box and note.

She opened the note reading it quickly.

‘Hey sis, on the off chance that you ever come back home, we figured you should have the proper gear and attire beforehand. Love you, Happy Birthday! – Jack & Andy’

“Oh lord,” She whispered as she realized what exactly was in the white box.

Pacho raised an eyebrow, looking at her expectantly.

“Well. Go on. Show us,” His voice was teasing.

She pulled the lid off, shoved the tissue paper away and pulled out a sports bra, a pair of shorts, and a silk robe, all in a dark silver. All embellished with the words “Silver Fox” in white stitching.

“You never told me you were a fighter,” Pacho noted staring at the items.

“I mean… I only did like 10 tournaments/matches,” She waved it off.

“Uh huh. And how many did you lose?” Gilberto asked with a teasing smile.

She looked every which direction, not making eye contact as she not so casually scratched her face, before holding up one finger.

“One? You lost one match?” Miguel asked with a shake of his head.

“Yeah. I did it for a year… during my last match, there was an FBI recruiter in the crowd, and he told me I should apply. So… I did,” She explained briefly, retaking her seat. “And now here I am.”

Pacho leaned over and quietly whispered, “I find that strangely sexy. I might have to see some of these moves of yours.”

She shook her head, smiling at him somewhat embarrassed.

“I’m really not that good. Just… quick,” She replied modestly.

As they resumed talking about business, she grabbed the rest of her mail at the bottom of the box.

She quickly flicked through them, determining them to be junk mail. She checked the box and saw a manilla envelope at the bottom, she grabbed it setting it to the side as she dumped her cards and gifts back into the box, tossing the fighting outfit in there as well.

She was following along with their conversation, as she set the somewhat thick envelope onto her lap.

She looked down at it, her breath catching in her throat as she noticed the address. She swallowed thickly as her hands pulled the plain envelope off, turning it around to open it.

She opens it with somewhat shaky hands, and sees a newspaper sticking out of it. She pulls it out, unfolding it. After flipping it over, she noted it was the local newspaper from her hometown. More specifically, the obituary section. Her eyes drifted down to the column smacked dab in the middle of the page.

‘Aurelia Lage, 59, passed away…’

That was all she was able to read before she dropped the paper. She stood up suddenly and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of tequila before walking outside.

Pacho, grabbed the newspaper that she had dropped, searching it for answers. He quickly found it, recognizing the last name. He sets the paper down and grabs the manila envelope and slowly follows her outside.

She was sitting on the grass, the bottle of tequila resting between her legs. Her face was pale, and she was trembling.

He slowly made his way over to her, sitting by her side. He watched her take a long drink, with a small grimace.

“Your mother?” He prompted quietly.

Blix nodded her head.

“I. I don’t know how to feel. Relieved? Happy? Numb? How does one feel, knowing that the person who hated your entire existence is dead?” She asked rhetorically.

She sighed heavily, knowing she had to finally tell him everything.

“My mother… She uh… had my sisters with her first husband. He died… and she went on the hunt for husband number 2,” She began with a scoff.

“She found him in the mayor of our fair town. A married man, mind you. He and his wife… were having trouble conceiving a child. That was the kind of woman my mother was. She saw a woman, who tried and tried to have kids, and saw it as a weakness to take advantage of,” Blix said bitterly. “They had their affair. She got pregnant, but uhh… so did his wife. His wife had a healthy baby boy… a month after I was born. Do you know what it’s like to have sibling who has no idea you exist?”

Pacho didn’t respond, he just wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in close.

TRIGGER WARNING

“Suffice it to say, the mayor left my mother. And me. The… abuse… started slowly. I would get in trouble far more often than my sisters, even if I wasn’t involved. Time outs were longer. Which slowly led to her locking me in my room… and starving me for days. My sisters… they tried to help, but I didn’t want them to get in trouble…” She took a deep breath, having to steal her nerves to explain the next part.

“When that longer worked, it became physical. I’m not going to explain all of it… but it came to a head when I was 15. She threw a vase at me. It broke against my face. I uhh. I needed 100 stitches to close the wounds,” She stuttered, sniffling as tears began to fall.

TW END

“I grabbed what money I had hidden, from doing odd jobs around the neighborhood. Ran away, once the stitches were out. I made my way to New York. Got busted with some other kids with stolen goods. Judge sent me to a group home and made me go to therapy. That lasted a month,” She snorted at the memory.

“Was about 19. Trying to find shelter from the rain. A couple of guys… cornered me. It was pretty obvious… what they had planned. Tried to fight them off. The owner of the building we were next to, heard the commotion. Scared them off. Took me in. Gave me a job at his gym. Made me get my GED. Was his best fighter for a year, before I became an FBI agent. Traveled the world. Landed here...” She trailed off.

“Met a man who, while a commitment-phobe, taught me to love myself as is. Then I ran into you… and the past 2 months? Have been the happiest I’ve been in a long time,” She stated, looking at him.

Pacho smiled softly, beckoning her to him. She slowly crawls into his lap; she goes to bury her face into his shoulder but stops.

“I’m going to ruin your shirt,” She mumbled.

“Honey. I can literally buy 20 of these. I don’t care if you ruin it,” He informed her quietly, running his hand through her hair.

She stared at him for a moment, before slowly burying her face into him, as smalls sobs began to rake through her body. He quietly shushed her, running his hands up and down her back.

She’s not sure how long she sat like, but by the time her tears became small sniffles, she was exhausted. She slowly pulled away, rubbing her face to dry it off.

Pacho slowly pulls the envelope forward, asking, “Do you want me to open it?”

She nodded her head, “It’s her will for sure, but I don’t know what else is in it.”

“How do you know that?” Pacho inquired as he gently opened it.

“The name. Whit Jacobson? He does all of the will and testaments. He also runs the funeral home and crematorium. ‘Your one stop shop, for when a family member drops.’” She mocked, her eyes rolling.

Pacho paused in his movements, “Please do not tell me… that was his slogan?”

She nodded her head, smiling tightly.

Pacho shook his head, pulling out the documents inside. She took it with shaky hands, looking it over. She noticed almost immediately… that it was off. There were large gaps between each paragraph and some sentences even cut off halfway through a word.

“Great. Now I need lawyer to help me deal with this bullshit,” She muttered annoyed.

She looked back toward Pacho’s hand as he pulled out a few stacks of photos. She froze as she looked at them. The first photo in each stack, was of one of her sisters. A small smile appeared as she examined them.

“Your sisters?” Pacho realized, noticing how they all resembled one another.

“This is Lily, Hope and Darla,” She pointed them out with a sigh. “Lily is the sweetest, Hope the craziest, and Darla, the oldest, is the serious one.”

“They sound lovely… but none of them could hold a candle to you,” He said sweetly.

She smiled shyly at that, and gently placed the photos back into the envelope, swearing to look at them more closely later, and put the will back in as well. Pacho made her stand up and led her over to one of the outside tables and told her to wait there.

A few minutes later, he walked back outside with a plate of food and two forks. He sat down in one of the seats and pulled her into his lap.

“Eat. Need to soak up some of that tequila you’ve been drinking,” He teased her handing her a fork.

She shook her head and took a few bites. The two of them quietly ate, occasionally playfully fighting over a piece with their forks.

Halfway through, he slowly stopped, pulling away slightly. She looked at him confused, setting her fork down, turning her attention to him.

“The last thing… my father ever said to me, was that I will never be a man. He told me this after he caught me with a neighbor boy. I was 16 and he threw me out on the streets,” He slowly began, a bitterness in his tone.

“I began working with the Cali soon after. Worked my way up the ranks. At one point… another guy, was pissed that I was doing so well. Ratted me out to the Gilberto & Miguel. Told them I wasn’t man enough, that I didn’t belong. Do you know what they did?” Pacho asked her.

She shook her head.

“They made me partner. All I am, all I have is because of them,” Pacho ended with a sigh.

She started to say something but stopped herself, voting to instead take another bite of food.

“What?” Pacho lightly asked.

She paused before mentioning, “That day… in the hotel? When we talked about the surrender? You made a face or.. maybe it was your tone… but I had feeling that you weren’t thrilled by the idea. It makes more sense now. The cartel. It’s allowed you to live how you want, without restraint or fear. Without it, what are you left with?”

He gave a short laugh, nodding his head. “You noticed that, but fail to notice several men eyeing you like your hottest thing they’ve ever seen?”

“I notice what’s important, silly. Those guys? In the long run, mean nothing to me. You, on the other hand, mean a great deal to me,” She whispered pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Also. Who was this asshole that tried to out you? Need to know in case I need to stab a hoe,” She half-joked.

“A Salvador, no one of importance to be honest. But I appreciate you wishing to defend my honor,” He laughed.

“I’m going to go to bed. Do you mind if I crash in yours? Don’t… want to be alone,” She said soberly.

He nodded his head, giving her a kiss. “I’ll join you in a little bit, alright?”

She smiled and stood up, making her way inside. She was on autopilot making her way upstairs, she didn’t even bother stopping by her room. She stepped into Pacho’s bedroom, making her way over to his closet. She grabbed one of his plain long sleeve button-ups. She stripped down to just her underwear and threw the shirt on.

She went into the bathroom to clean her face and do her business. A few minutes later, she had crawled under the covers, holding one of the pillows closely to her as she quickly fell asleep.

Downstairs, Pacho walked into the living room, sighing heavily.

“What happened?” Gilberto asked curious.

“She was informed in not so many words, that her psychotic mother passed away. She needs a lawyer to look at this will, it’s terribly edited and I’m sure someone was trying to pull a fast one,” He briefly informed him, dropping the will onto the coffee table.

“We will get ours right on it. Go to her. Gilberto and I will crash here tonight, and make phone calls in the morning, okay?” Miguel stated firmly standing up with Gilberto.

“Careful Miguel. It almost sounds like you care about her?” Gilberto teased.

“She’s a good girl and she’s good for you. She’s the Lady of Cali after all,” Miguel pointed out looking at Pacho, referencing her newly acquired nickname.

Pacho nodded and bid them goodnight. Alvaro looked at his brother and noticed he was fidgeting.

“You told her about our father,” He stated more than asked.

Pacho looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re fidgeting. You only ever do after talking about him,” Alvaro explained nodding towards Pacho’s hands.

Pacho had no response to that, and just smiled tightly.

“Go get some rest little brother,” Pacho recommended after a moment, making his way to the stairs.

When he got to his bedroom, he paused, staring at Blix who was in the middle of the bed, passed out. He noted with a soft smile that she was in one of his shirts. He quietly got ready for bed, and as he slid in next to her, she turned over, reaching for him.

He settled in, pulling her close, listening to her sigh happily as she snuggled into his arms. He noticed after a moment, Diego standing at the doorway.

Diego had come up after one of the guards who had been patrolling outside, overheard their conversation and relayed it to several others.

He strips down to just his boxer, and gently, hesitantly, lays behind her, wrapping an arm around her. She blearily looked at his arm, noticing the extra warmth, and just slowly held it to her.

Once she was back to sleep, Diego quietly asked, “How is she so nice? Survived all of that, and… is not bitter at the world?”

Pacho hummed, “I think she’s more bitter than she lets on. She just doesn’t want the world to see it. We can talk later. I don’t want to wake her up.”

Diego nodded his head, and the two of them slowly fell asleep.

When Blix woke up the next morning, she was slightly disoriented. Her eyes blinked open slowly, confused as to why she was so warm. She glanced down and noticed two different arms were wrapped around her waist. Looking to her left and right, she spotted Pacho and Diego, sleeping contently on either side of her.

She smiled, reaching up to rub the sleep out of her eyes. When her vision was cleared, she spotted Alvaro waiting by the door, smirking at the sight before him.

“Hey,” She softly greeted.

“Good morning. Your phone’s been ringing, I figured you should probably answer it,” Alvaro greeted, showing her phone in his hand.

She nodded, gently sitting up, trying not to wake either men. She eventually stood up, and gingerly walked toward the end of the bed, stepping off once she got there.

She whispered a thank you as she took her phone. She noticed that Steve, Javier, and Theo had tried calling her.

She calls Theo, and once he answered asked, “What the hell happen?”

“It’s a shitshow boss. Escobar surrendered but his terms are laughable. He built his own prison and DEA can do fuck all about it. But now, the embassy is under a microscope. All staff must report in to discuss the new changes. You are wanted by 1pm boss,” Theo said rushed.

“Shit. Umm. Okay. Its 9:30? Okay, I can be there by 1. I’ll see ya then,” She answered hanging up and rushing into her bedroom.

She grabbed some black slacks, and a silk blouse from the closet, tossing them and some heels onto the bed, while she raced to get herself ready. She didn’t have time to get a shower in, so she cleaned her face, threw on a dash of makeup and healthy amount of deodorant/perfume.

She threw her hair into a slightly messy bun and tossed the shirt she was wearing to the floor. She grabbed a bra and got dressed in minutes. She tossed her FBI badge around her neck, made sure her IDs were in her messenger bag, and after securing her gun into its holster, slipped it onto her hip.

She jumped into her shoes, grabbing her bag and phone, moving quickly downstairs.

“Alvaro? Please tell your brother I will be in Bogota for the day!” She called out as she passed him.

She saw Salcedo and a few others getting into a car.

“Hey, Salcedo! Mind if I bum a ride to the airport with you guys?” She asked as she caught up to them.

Salcedo replied, “Of course. Get in.”

She hopped in, taking a seat next to Navegante. They took her to the airport, making small talk.

Two hours later, and she was standing in front of the American Embassy. She made her way inside, stopping briefly to check on her team, since they were all assembled in their water closet sized office.

Her team gave her a stack of files to go through, and a few reports she needed to sign off.

She took them with her as she walked into the conference room that was crowded with members from every department.

When she stepped in, the attention turned to her.

Her director commented, “Nice to see you finally join us Agent Lage.”

She went to apologize but a random agent, one from CIA felt the need to mutter loudly, “Too busy whoring around I’d bet.”

Her eyes narrowed, and a tight smile formed on her face, ignoring the chuckles.

“I’m sorry if I am a bit late director. I was informed of a death in my family last night,” She spoke plainly.

The director looked at her with sympathy, and said, “My condolences. Please be sure to stay the full meeting. Many things are to be discussed.”

She nodded her head and turned her gaze to the man who spoke before, “I’m sorry. Were you trying to say something earlier? Couldn’t quite hear you over your mumbling? If you have something to say, say it to my face like a man. That way at least when I knock you on your ass, you can have some dignity.”

She smiled somewhat viciously when he turned red and backed away into the crowd.

She moved toward Javier and Steve who were leaning against the wall, waiting.

A few minutes passed, before the room began to clear out. Soon it was just 2 members of each department. When they all took their seats, they were informed that Ambassador Noonan has retired.

“I am to be your new ambassador and things are going to change around here,” Arthur Crosby spoke firmly.

He laid out the new guidelines, especially for the DEA. He told them that everyone will be setting up in Medellin in a new office.

He eventually turned his attention to her and Theo.

“I want the both of you to bring me up to speed about these museum robberies,” He demanded looking at them expectantly.

“Our suspect is Augustus König. He’s wanted around the world for numerous robberies. We have narrowed down a list of potential warehouses that he may be using to hideout, and store everything he’s stolen. As far as we are aware, he hasn’t sold any of the items,” Blix began speaking.

“… and… He knows who I am. We ran into each other the other day. I don’t think he’s aware of the other members of my team, but he made me well aware that he doesn’t fear law enforcement,” She concluded hesitantly.

Theo looked at her surprised.

Stechner snorted, “Hm. Was that… before or after your little trip to Medellin the other day?”

She looked at him and asked, “Is there something you’d like to say?”

“Hmm. No, just find it interesting that both you and the Cali Cartel were seen in Medellin around the same time,” He said with feigned innocence.

“Are you having me followed?” She accused her face hardening. “Ambassador, I apologize but this is something I would like addressed. Seeing as how, my lovely… coworkers here… had no qualms about leaking my dossier to said cartel, and your predecessor knew about it.”

Crosby raised his hand to stop Stechner from speaking, “Listen, all of you. The priority is the Medellin cartel and the Communists. No more spying on other agencies, if there is not a valid concern. No more arguments. No more fights.”

He stared pointedly at Blix when he said the last line.

“Now, if this König is indeed aware of you Agent Lage, then I would hope you are taking the necessary precautions to make sure this doesn’t blow up in our face. The Colombians would have a field day if they learned we were the reason for millions of dollars of priceless art was lost forever because of a minor mistake,” Crosby returned to the subject at hand, subtly warning her to not mess up.

She nodded her head in affirmation. They spoke more next steps, and toward the end her phone began to go off.

She winced and quietly answered it, “Hello?”

“Miss Lage? This is Alan Starkman, Pacho called me to look over your will?” Came a male voice.

“Oh. Um. Do you mind if I call you back in about 10 minutes, I am in the middle of a meeting?” She requested trying to end the phone call quickly.

“Sure,” He replied before hanging up.

She rolls her eyes and puts her phone back into her pocket. “Sorry. Lawyer.”

They finished up the meeting without further interruptions and as she stepped out, she turned to the ambassador.

“Uh. Sir. Just a quick note, I am having to deal with some nonsense regarding my mother’s will, and I may have to make a trip to Georgia to fix things,” She spoke quietly.

“Do what you need to do. You have my condolences as well,” He remarked making his way to his office.

She nodded her in appreciation but was internally grimacing.

She quickly called the lawyer back, who was quick to inform her that many things were off. He has it set for them to meet with Whit Jacobson at 1pm tomorrow in Georgia, with her sisters.

She thanked him for his help and said she’d meet him tomorrow at the airport.

Once that was done, she sighed heavily. This was not how she expected her day to go.

She worked on the files she had at hand, finishing them up in an hour, when Javier appeared at her desk.

“You finish?” He quietly asked.

She nodded her head, he told her to come with him.

She does so, following him to his truck. They drove for a while before pulling up to a familiar home, where the car out front was packed full of suitcases.

“Horacio has been reassigned. Figured you’d want to say goodbye before he’s shipped to Spain,” Javier tells her.

She kissed his cheek in thanks and stepped out. She walked up to the door, knocking on the frame, and calling out “Anyone home?”

She hears two sets of feet running toward her and was almost knocked off her feet when two small bodies ran into her.

“Ah! My favorites! How are you my loves?” She exclaimed picking them both up in her arms and waddling with them into the living room.

They tell her they were sad that they had to leave. “Oh, I’m very sad too. I may have to steal you and take you to Cali with me.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Julianna remarked as she walked over. “I might let you.”

Blix laughed as she put them down, giving Julianna a hug in greeting.

“He’s out back,” Julianna tells her nodding her head toward the backyard.

Blix slowly made her way to him outside. He was staring off into the distance, hands in his pockets.

“Hey old man,” She greeted, lightly teasing him.

He turned around to face, a small smile on his face. She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him. He returns it muttering, “Hey, brat.”

She hugged him for a solid minute, not really wanting to let go, but she didn’t want to make it weird.

She pulled away with a sigh, asking in disbelief, “They’re really reassigning you to Spain?”

He nodded his head, and opened his mouth to respond when he stopped, moving his hand to tilt her chin up. He examined her face with a frown.

“Have you been crying, little fox?” He asked concerned.

“I found out my mother died… and I have to go back home to Georgia to fix some bullshit concerning her will,” She muttered quietly, breaking her gaze with his.

He sighed softly, before leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead. He was one of the few people she had confided in about what had happened to her when she was young. In that moment, she looked so small and though she did her best to hide it, he could tell she was scared.

“What do you need me to do? Need me to go with you tomorrow? I’ve been told I can be quite intimidating,” He offered her.

“You’ve been told huh?” She repeated with a teasing smile.

“I appreciate the offer, but… this is something I need to face alone. You always said that my past will try to catch up to me. Well. It has,” She denied his offer with a shake of her head.

“Doesn’t mean you should go through it alone. I know we butted heads a lot in the beginning, but you’ve become a kid sister to me. If you need me, you can always call me. Day or night,” Horacio informed her sweetly.

She felt her nose twinge and lip tremble, as she tried to not cry in front of him. She couldn’t quite speak, so she just simply threw her arms around him in another hug. He chuckled quietly and hugged her back.

She stepped back after a moment, sniffling softly, trying to calm herself.

“I’ll miss you,” She whispered.

He threw an arm around her shoulder, mumbling into her hair that he would miss her as well, as they walked back inside.

She said her goodbyes to everyone and made her way back to Javier in his truck. Javier drove her to his apartment after that, and she sat somewhat numbly on his couch as he made lunch.

A sandwich and some chips were presented to her, and she took it with a soft ‘thank you.’

He sat next to her, throwing on some tv, a movie of some sorts. The two of them quietly ate, setting their plates on the coffee table once they were both done. She was vaguely aware that he had on Star Wars.

She slowly rested her head against his shoulder, he held her hand in response. She quietly told him what was going on with her family. He was quiet the entire time, listening to her. When she was finished, he didn’t react at first. He surprised her when he suddenly pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her tightly. He held her close, and that’s how they sat for most of the day.

When evening rolled around, she made a few phone calls that she needed to do before tomorrow. When it came around time to go to bed, she collapsed on top of him once he was laying down on the bed.

“At some point… I do want to talk about you... about… that phone call I made… a while back. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable that night. I do…think about us… Probably more often than I should, given I was the asshole who called it off,” Javier voice spoke out into the darkness.

“…I think about it too… but maybe for now… it’s a good thing we are not together. We both have very different priorities when it comes to our jobs. Maybe… in the future we could talk about this more in detail,” She requested politely, even though in her head, she didn’t know if a future with Javier would happen. Not with the feelings she had for Pacho.

He nodded his head, “Yeah. This whole thing with Escobar… is… draining. I’d rather you didn’t witness any of the fallout. As ridiculous as it sounds, you’re safer in Cali.”

She thought in her head, ‘Yeah. Especially when I’m dating a Gentleman.’

They fell asleep and the next morning, she slipped out. Getting dressed in what she wore yesterday, before heading out to the airport. She met with the lawyer, an older man who was a bit on thicker side. He gave her a bag of clothes to change into, before they hopped into one of the cartels personal planes.

She made her way toward the bathroom, relieved to see there was a small shower. She cleaned herself off before looking into the bag that she was handed. As she changed, she noted that Pacho was probably the one who picked out the outfit. It was a black button-down silk shirt, with black pencil skirt that went past her knees, with a matching pair of black pumps.

She walked out feeling fresh as their flight made its course. The trip took 5hrs and soon they had landed. She grimaced with disdain at the humidity and the heat. They got into a car and made their way to Willow’s Creek, Georgia.

She made some calls on her way there and as they parked outside the courthouse, after driving into town, she let her lawyer walk in first to finish up her calls.

Minutes later, she was walking, and stopped just next to the conference room where she could Jacobson complaining that he was being scammed and what an outrage this was.

“Indeed, Whit… what an outrage?” She mocked stepping inside.

She momentarily froze when she saw her sisters, whose faces all lit up as they took her in.

“This,” She set her copy of the will down before them. “Was what he sent me. And just glancing at the original, you see that I was given forged document.”

Darla, was the first to move, taking the will into her hands and looking at with growing outrage.

“What the hell is this Whit?” Came her voice, deeper than she remembered, but with a hint of sultry.

“Whit… here. You what? Thought I was an idiot? That I would sign this blindly? Hmm?” She questioned, turning her attention to him, as he nervously stuttered.

“It’s a shame… especially when,” She pulled out her badge presenting it to him. “I’m a federal agent. It’s a bigger shame that… I had to cash in a couple of favors with the White-Collar division. Because if you were willing to screw me over…. How many other families did you do this to?”

Behind her, in the office, several agents had begun to enter and were seizing everything.

“I would nev-” Whit began to deny.

“Uh huh. It’s interesting that a man who barely makes 30k a year is able to afford a Porsche and the house you own… Are you really going to keep denying this?” Blix smiled victoriously.

An agent came in serving a warrant, arresting him. She waved goodbye as he passed her.

“Is this the original?” She asked turning around to face her sisters who looked at her in shock.

Lily nodded her head. Blix grabbed her pen from her bag and quickly signed the will with a sigh.

When it was done, she looked at Starkman and requested, “You’ll get me a copy of this, yeah?”

He nodded his with a smug smile, “There are some assets that do need to be discussed. Ladies?”

Blix reluctantly sat down across from them, and said, “Shoot.”

Lily spoke first, “Well. Um. We all discussed that the ranch and everything should go to you. You loved it the most, it’s only right it goes to you.”

Lily slid a small envelope that had a set of keys inside.

Blix smiled smally, taking them.

“The house. Um. None of us want it and I doubt that you do either,” Darla took over pausing to see Blix shake her head ‘no.’ “So, we are dividing everything among us, and selling off/throwing away furniture we don’t want. The grand piano is yours.”

“Along with all the books in the library,” Chimed in Hope, her voice bright and cheery.

“The last sort of major items are the cars. The Morgan, the Convertible, and the Mustang,” Lily ended.

Blix thought for a moment before stating, “Well. Darla should get the Morgan. It was always your favorite. Plus, you were the only who learned how to drive stick.”

They all chuckled a little at that.

“Then… the ‘stang and convertible should go to either of you. I don’t need a car, have plenty,” She said looking at Lily and Hope.

They both nodded, Darla then stated, “That’s all of the major items, like we said, we’re just going to divide everything evenly. We did, however, find one thing, that you should have now.”

Lily giggled as she pulled out a small pink bomber jacket, that had the words “Pink Lady” on it.

“Good lord where did you find that?” Blix asked mildly horrified as she took it.

“One of the boxes in the attic, we all found ours, so we hoped that you would come and get yours. Maybe give it to any little ones you wind up having?” Hope explained somewhat shyly.

Blix smiled at it and whispered a soft ‘thank you,’ before folding it gently and putting it in her bag.

“If that’s everything, I need to be going soon. Work waits for no one,” Blix noted standing up.

“Uhh. Just… one last thing… you… you wouldn’t happen to know what happened to mom’s little black book, do you? People… keep trying to claim that she owed them stuff from years ago,” Lily asked worriedly.

Blix paused at the door, sighing. She turned to them and said, “I have it. I’ll fax over a copy I made for you guys.”

She then grabbed a scrap piece of paper from her bag and put down her numbers on it.

“You can uh… call me on either of the first 2 numbers. The third is my fax. I’ll be sure to get that info to you guys, asap,” She said, pushing the paper to them, and walking out.

Her hands shook as she threw on her sunglasses, just before she made it to the door. She wasn’t sure how to react with everything. She stepped outside and made it halfway down the stairs when she saw a peculiar sight.

“Pacho,” She said, drinking in his form as he leaned against a motorcycle, looking every bit the bad boy persona.

She strolled over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, under his leather jacket.

“What are you doing here honey?” She asked with a smile.

“Checking up on my girl. How are you?” He wondered looking her over.

“Better now that you’re here,” She replied sweetly, giving him a kiss.

He kissed back and told her, “I came to steal you away for a few days. I have some business down in Florida I need to take care of. I figured you and I could have some much needed alone time.”

She smiled at that and started to answer when she heard someone clear their throat. She turned around and spotted her sisters standing, looking at the two of them curiously.

“Pacho. These are my sisters. Lily, Hope, and Darla. Guys, this is Pacho, my boyfriend,” She introduced quickly.

Pacho smiled charmingly and said hello to them with a small wave.

Lily was the first to react, throwing her hands around Blix, pulling her into a tight hug.

Blix was not expecting, giving a small “Oof!”

Hope and Darla joined in and were hugging her as well.

Pacho smiled as he noted that Blix was trying and failing to not cry. Staring at her sisters, he noted their caramel blonde hairs, and blue-green eyes. Seeing them together, he realized, if Blix had been blonde, it would’ve been difficult to distinguish who was who.

They said their goodbyes and promised to call each other.

Blix wiped her eyes, returning to Pacho’s embrace.

“So. How exactly do you expect me to ride comfortably on this thing in this skirt?” She asked with a laugh.

“The skirt shortens,” He tells her with a smirk.

She looked down at it and spotted that just above the knee was flap that perfectly covered the zipper. She unzips it without care, stepping out of it, and tossing the fabric into her bag.

It was still a bit tight but gave her legs more mobility. She moved to straddle the bike but stopped.

“Can we… make one quick pitstop before we go to the airport?” She pleaded.

He nodded his head, and she directed them to a place that was about half a mile away from town.

As he pulled up, she took in the crumbling barn in the distance, and the house that had seen better days.

“This is your grandparents place, yes?” He confirmed as they stopped.

She nodded her head, “My sisters gave it to me.”

Blix walked toward the house, hesitantly. She looked all around, remembering how beautiful it once was. It saddened her to see it in the state it was in.

She pulled out the key, and gently opened the door, brushing away cobwebs that had formed near the entrance.

The inside of it still looked the way it did when she was child, just dusty. There was only one thing she wanted from inside. A photo. It sat on the mantle, just above the fireplace. She brushed off the layer of dust that had built onto it, revealing her as a child, with a large black stallion.

She picked it up, brushing it off as best as she could, as she made her way back outside. She locked the door behind her, and then gazed fondly at the frame in her hands.

She moved back to Pacho, and shyly showed him the photo. He smiled as he stared at it.

“Aww. Look at you. So cute. Was this your horse?” He asked teasing lightly.

“Yeah. His name was Zeus. I was the only he would let ride him. He was very... peculiar. I found out later on, that they rescued him when he was a foal, and he had been starved. I’m pretty sure he uh. He knew. Kindred spirits and all,” She explained softly.

“What happened to him?” Pacho inquired curiously.

“He was sold. He uhh. Went to a farm where he became a racehorse and had many babies. He died about 5 years ago? I think? He was 20,” She stated as she gently placed the frame into her bag.

Pacho stared at her and mentioned, “You looked very happy in that photo. Now I see why my ranch made brought you such joy.”

She simply gave him a kiss and got back onto the bike with him. They rode away, Blix feeling lighter and more relaxed than she’s felt in a long time.

They drove to the airport, hopped onto a plane, greeting Navegante. It wasn’t long before they landed in Florida and made their way to a small, nondescript motel.

The plans discussed were about getting rid of the Lion and taking over Escobar’s market here in Florida. It took about 3 days to get the assets under Cali’s control, and watching Pacho work his charm was a sight to behold. In their free time, he wooed her, taking her to museums and parks. At night they spent tangled up each other, whispering sweet nothings to one another.

When the work was done, and they packed up their stuff, they had but one last thing to do. They invited Lion to their motel, where Navegante make quick work of him. Blix didn’t bother asking what he did with the body; some things are better left unknown.

That day they returned to Cali, and it was as she walked inside Pacho’s home, she realized, that this was becoming more of a home to her than her own place. Especially when she walked in to see Gilberto and Miguel standing there, waiting to welcome the both of them home.

Gilberto gave her a huge hug that she wasn’t expecting but accepted it. Her attention was directed to the side where a large pile of boxes laid and behind all of it, sat a grand piano. It was mahogany wood, in a Victorian style.

She wandered over it, gently lifting the cover over the keys. She looked at it and played a few notes. She noticed quickly that the keys needed to be tuned, as the tones were offkey as they played.

She ran her hand softly over the wood, noting the smalls scuffs that she knew needed to be worked out.

“Wouldn’t happen to know anyone who can tune a piano do you?” She asked them over her shoulder.

“No, but we could find one pretty easy,” Miguel offered with a chuckle.

“These got here fast? Is Starkman trying to impress me or something?” Blix questioned staring at all of the boxes.

“Possibly. You are the Lady of Cali after all,” Gilberto said grandly, with a laugh.

She turned to look at him in surprise, “The Lady of Cali? When did I earn that title?”

“It’s what the other cartels referred to you as, after the party. Kind of stuck with everyone here,” Miguel explained, with half a shrug.

“You made quite the impression on everyone. You are well liked,” Gilberto said proudly.

She smiled looking at the boxes. Most were notated as books and then one was marked “Blix’s Room.” She reached over into Pacho’s pocket, grabbing the pocketknife she knew he carried, to open it.

She held the knife, trying to control the shakiness she felt as she cut open the tape. A moment later, she set the knife down, and pulled the flaps open. Inside she could see several trophies, and a couple of small knickknacks. But the thing that caught her eye the most was the large, dark brown teddy bear.

She bit her lip as she reached in and pulled him out. She stared at him for a minute, memories flickering through her mind. When she first got him, the comfort he brought, leaving him behind when she ran away.

She slowly set him back inside, shaking her head.

“Umm. I’m not quite sure what to do with all of this?” She wondered turning her gaze to Pacho.

“We’ll figure it out. C’mon. Let’s go eat,” He suggested, holding his hand out to her.

She takes it, holding onto it tightly as they made their way to the table to eat.

Elsewhere, in La Catedral, Escobar was concocting a plan. Blackie had come to him with some interesting developments.

He wanted to get back at the Cali Cartel, but he had to get rid of their little federal agent. Not permanently but distracted. Away from them for a time.

He made a call to Valeria and slid the information to her.

“Sorry, Miss Lage, but this is too good to pass up,” He murmured to himself looking down at the file.

Back with Blix, she was listening to Gilberto tell a story about Pacho from when he first began, trying not to laugh at it.

Halfway through the story, Diego came in, and he looked distraught.

“Diego? What’s up?” She asked him concerned.

Diego didn’t speak, just turned on the TV that was setting in the dining room. He switched it to the channel where Valeria Vasquez was reporting.

“And in other news, I have just received info from an anonymous source. Scandalous information about a US Senator,” Valeria teased, her eyes bright.

Blix froze, sitting up straight.

“US Senator Alexander Danvers had quite the illustrious affair about 30 years ago. Now, you are probably wondering… Valeria? What does that have to do with us? Well. That affair led to a bastard child. Federal Agent Blix Lage of the FBI…. Whose stationed here in Colombia,” Valeria reported.

Blix stood up suddenly, pacing back and forth.  

“I’m going to kill him. That bastard. That fucking bastard. To hell with the DEA, to hell with extradition. I’m going to murder him. Him and that bitch,” She muttered angrily, as she paced.

“Honey? Kill who?” Pacho asked, stepping into her path, trying to get her to focus and calm down.

“Escobar! OBVIOUSLY! ‘An ANONYMOUS source?’ When EVERYONE knows she’s whore herself out to that man for any information to BOOST her career!” She exclaimed, furious.

“Can this week get ANY worse?” She murmured defeated, resting her head against his chest.

She heard her phone ring and she groaned loudly as she looked at the ID.

“Yes, Ambassador?” She greeted her voice strained.

“Get to Bogota. We apparently have a guest on their way here. This story has been running for the past hour and has made its way to US media. This is a scandal we did not need Miss Lage,” Crosby informed her.

“Yes sir. Right away,” She answered robotically hanging up.

“I have to go to Bogota. Again. Apparently… guests are making their way to the Embassy. Joy,” She relayed grimacing.

“Wait. Rewind a bit… Your father is a senator?” Miguel questioned confused.

“Unfortunately. Moved his way from small town mayor, to governor of Georgia, to US Senator. My half-brother is currently running for governor himself,” She explained dully.

Gilberto and Miguel looked at her surprised.

“Don’t get excited. That man hasn’t acknowledged my existence once. Doubt my dear lil brother even knows I exist,” She stated, cutting off any ideas that may be forming.

���When I come back from this train wreck encounter, we are going to sleep… for 5 weeks,” She said to Pacho, exhausted.

He pulls her to him, pressing kisses to her face, whispering, “Sounds like a plan.”

She went upstairs, packing a bag for a few nights, planning to stay at a hotel. She angrily threw in some clothes, slowly stopping. She closed her eyes, wishing that this was just some terrible nightmare. She collapsed to her knees, the stress of the past week hitting her hard.

She found herself crying into her hands, as silently as she could. She knew one day her past would catch up to her. She just didn’t think it would happen all at once. She was tired. She was tired of pretending she was okay. So, in the silence of her room, she cried.

Pacho made his way upstairs to check on her and stopped when he heard her sobs. He let her cry for a moment before he walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her. He gently lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the bed to lay her upon it. Once she was on the bed, he curled up next to her, softly wiping away the tears that had formed.

“Do you want me to go with you?” He asked in a whisper.

She shook her head, “No. The media will probably be all over me for a day or so. Don’t want the world to find out I’m also dating a cartel member.”

He nodded once, before assuring her, “I’m here if you need me. I’ll hop on a plane to you. Just say the word. If not, I’ll be here waiting for you to return to me.”

She smiled, sniffling as she tried wiping her face off to clear more tears.

“Regretting being with someone who has so much baggage yet?” She asked in a self-deprecating tone.

“No. Quite the opposite really. I’m quite in love with my Lady of Cali,” He confessed looking her in the eyes.

She felt her breath catch at that admission, and she could feel her heart swell with emotion.

“Pacho… I only just stopped crying and now you’re going to make me cry some more?” She inquired feeling tears in her eyes again.

“Are they happy tears?” He lightly questioned.

“Yes. They are. Especially when… I’m pretty sure I’m falling for you too,” She admitted kissing him.

“Good to know. Now, get to Bogota. Deal with your shit father. Come home to me and I’ll make sure you won’t be leaving my bed for hours if not days,” He promised her.

She nodded her head agreeing, before sitting up and walking into the bathroom to clean herself up real quick. Once she was done with that, she finished packing and was off to Bogota. The brothers had paid for a hotel room for her, telling her to get whatever she wants.

So, when she checked she ordered a small sandwich and fries. It was late by the time she got in, and the ambassador called her again to tell her to be at the embassy at 8am sharp and that even the president of Colombia would be joining them.

She ate quietly, before falling into a fitful sleep. When she woke up the next day, she was not prepared to face whatever hell that was waiting for her.

She showered, got dressed, and 15 mins before 8am she was at the steps of the embassy. There were reporters and photographers everywhere. She sighed and stepped out, pushing past the crowd that was shouting questions at her.

“What’s it like to be the bastard child of a US Senator?” She hears Valeria ask her just as she was about to reach the top.

She stopped, annoyance racing through her entire being.

She turned sharply around to her, and threw back, “Valeria. What’s it like being such a mediocre reporter that you lie about your ‘anonymous sources’ when we all know who you get your info from?”

Her face fell and was filled with rage as several other reporters laughed then coughed.

“Tell Mr. Escobar I say hello,” She spat out, turning away from her and walking inside.

She made her way up to conference room, ignoring the stares and whispers that erupted all around her. She stepped inside, ignoring the 3 people who were sitting down. She greeted the president and the ambassador first. She slowly turned to look at the older gentleman that sat in the middle.

His hair was once a dark brunette that now has streaks of grey, his eyes were bright green. The woman besides him, was blonde and demure looking. The last man, as she turned her gaze to take him, was her age… and honestly, they looked like they could be twins.

“Hello senator,” She greeted somewhat dully.

She took her seat and waited for the ambassador to speak.

The ambassador informed her that they are unaware of what exactly the evidence was that tied her to the senator. As he spoke, senator Danvers cut in claiming this was all a lie, a scam. That he had no idea who I was.

His denials infuriated her.

She stood up suddenly and stared him in the eyes.

“Listen. I didn’t want this. I don’t care about you. But don’t you dare lie. You had an affair. You had me, then your son. You abandoned me without a second thought. Don’t you dare say that you have no idea who I am, when we,” she pointed to the younger man, “look like twins.”

He stopped and stared at her stunned.

“I lived with this knowledge since I was 10. Just ask your wife. She knew. She knew the whole time,” She informed glancing over at her. “In fact, she was the one who told me all about it.”

“Martha, what is she talking about?” He quietly asked her.

“Yes Martha. Tell him. Tell him how you hired me to help you work on your garden and how you told a 10-year-old that she was not only a bastard, but unwanted by both of her parents,” Blix stated bitterly.

Martha looked away, not wanting to meet anyone’s eyes.

“Listen. I don’t want to start a fight or interrupt your life. I was quite content in you not being in my life. I get it. My mother… she was a leech. I understand why you left her… but you left me too. And my mother made sure… to let me know that I was not wanted,” She admitted, motioning to the scars on her face.

“I have spent the past 30 years without you. I can live the next 30 or so without you. Go back home. I don’t want you in my life,” She concluded firmly.

She stepped out of the conference room and made her way downstairs to the DEA department. She spotted Steve but no Javier, so she stole his seat.

She collapsed and sat rather lazily in the chair, slumped.

“Rough day?” Steve asked taking in her posture.

“Rough week. My psychotic mother passed, had to reconnect with my sisters, dealt with some bullshit over the will which led to an arrest for white collar, someone figured out who my father is, and he and his family are upstairs trying to deny everything,” She summarized.

“Can I hide here for a time?” She asked glancing over at him.

“Sure, if you help go through these transcripts,” Steve bargained holding a stack of papers.

“Deal,” She replied taking the stack.

She sat with him for an hour, going through transcripts and helping him find any leads.

Javier eventually appeared, raising an eyebrow at her in his chair. He pulled up another chair next to her, taking half of her remaining stack. She smiled at him, as he teasingly nudged her with his elbow. They quietly worked until Theo appeared.

“Hey boss, sorry to interrupt. Um. There’s someone asking for you upstairs?” Theo tells her.

She nodded her head, finishing the sentence she was on before standing up. She ruffled Javier’s hair with her hand and reached over to do the same to Steve.

“Bye guys. Good luck,” She said, following Theo.

Theo glanced at her a few times, when they stepped into the elevator.

“Please don’t ask,” She quietly pleaded.

“Ask what?” Theo asked acting confused.

She smiled appreciatively at him. When they got up to their floor, she paused when she sees her half-brother standing by their offices.

She made her way to him cautiously.

When she was finally before him, she greeted, “Hi.”

“Hey,” Came his voice, slightly raspy. “Can… can we talk?”

She nodded and led him to her office. “I’m sorry it’s kind of small.”

Her office barely had room for the 2 chairs and desk. He waved it off.

“So. I… I gotta say… I don’t know how to start this. Um. But I guess. The beginning is best? I’m Ajax. 30. Sagittarius. Hoping to be Governor when I grow up. And would love to get to know my older sister, if she’d let me?” He introduced, rubbing the back of his neck.

Blix smiled awkwardly, and followed suit, “Blix. 30. Scorpio. FBI agent, lead investigator of the art crimes division here in Colombia. And…I would love to know about my little brother too.”

She laughed when she realized after a moment, she was doing the same neck rub he did.

“We… have the same fidget behaviors,” She muttered.

“I hear you’re a fighter and a damn good one,” Ajax complimented.

“I hear you have a really good shot at being Governor. If I was in Georgia, I may have to vote for you,” She said to him.

“Listen. My mom…I’m sorry she made you feel that way when you were younger. My… Our dad will come around eventually. He just… was shocked to say the least,” Ajax apologized.

“Mh.” She was doubtful but didn’t say much to disagree.

They talked a few more minutes and exchanged numbers to keep in contact.

She had to have few more talks with the ambassador and president for the next three days to assure that this was not going to affect her job. Once she was finally free, she made her way back to Cali on a late flight.

When she landed, she was greeted by Diego who was waiting for her.

“Honestly, I’ve never been happier to see you. Would it be weird if I hugged you?” Blix politely asked as she stood in front of him.

Diego smirked and held his arms open to her. She hugged him, feeling relieved. They get into the car and started to drive. About halfway there she noticed something was off.

“Why are you being so quiet? What happened?” Blix questioned looking at him concerned.

“He didn’t want me to tell you… but you should know. There was an attempt against Pacho… Yesterday. Escobar’s men tried to kill him while he was playing soccer,” Diego explained not looking at her.

“But he’s okay, right?” She was worried.

“Yes. Shaken up. But fine,” He assured her.

She let that information sink in. She knew it was only a matter of time before an incident like this happened. She wasn’t quite sure what her reaction was going to be when she sees Pacho. She did know that Escobar had no idea who he was dealing with.