#pero no es midnight

[lovely-ashes09]

I really, really need to start writing again. But I'm afraid I'll never be as gracious and free as I was years ago, when writing was my sole purpose in life.

What happened to that part of me?

—ash.

[yume-fanfare]

having to fight the urge to doxx myself whenever something mildly interesting happens nearby:

[midnightfrappe]

Dancing nice and slowly with your favorite character is nice and all, but what about dancing la quebradita???

[smileflowcr]

daehyun amor de mi vida y de la de sakura(?) uwu cuéntame, ya le deseaste buenas noches a tu novia ??? le enviaste besitos virtuales aunque sea ??

“¡Hola preciosa! Aún no le he dicho porque iré a visitarla en unos minutos. Estaba convenciendo a Minki hyung que hiciera guarda por mi por esta noche”

[driftnoob3]

Uno de los mejores coches existentes, el Nissan Fairlady Z, aqui concretamente hice el 300ZX Z31 (mi fav).

[joelsgreys]

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

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

pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

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

word count 2.2k

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

Tú no me creerás, pensarás que hay algo más

es difícil de entenderlo, pero no sería capaz de enganãrte

y si te lo cuento

es porque tengo muy claro lo que siento

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your smile faded slightly.

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

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

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

“Just one,” You admitted, softly. 

Javier froze a moment, his shoulders going rigid. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it was too late.

He could see the hurt that flashed in your eyes. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We have drinks here, you know.”

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

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

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

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

“Bebe—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’d fucked up.

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

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

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

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

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

He stared at you, mouth agape.

Oh, he’d definitely fucked up.

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

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

And then Javier met you. 

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

Javier Peña had never been boyfriend material. 

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

At least not a healthy one. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

;Translations

lyrics:

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

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

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

fic:

amor - love

es en serio? - are you serious?

bebe - baby

mi vida - my life

perdoname, preciosa - forgive me, precious girl

[gothicflowers]

Alejandro x Reader

“You speak Spanish?”

SFW Fluff

Warnings: Fluff

It was just a crush at first. I mean he’s tall, dark, handsome and a voice that will make your knees weak. You felt like a teen again blushing every time you were around him. It’s been six months since you stepped off that plane and were greeted by Alejandro. He quickly picked out an affectionate nickname for you. Unknowingly to you he loved seeing you blush whenever he called you it.

He admires your eyes, your laugh, the way you fidget with your clothes when he talks to you. But most of all how caring you were. You always checked in on everyone after missions. You had a way of speaking and showing love and compassion in everything you do. He wants to give you the world. He wants a necklace around your neck with both your names engraved. He realized it all when he found you lounging on the old couch in the garage wrapped up in his blanket reading book.

“What is that book your reading about”

“It’s a love story”

“You read love stories, I didn’t take you as a reader”

“Most people read to escape a reality to go to one they want to be in”

“Is that what you desire”

“What”

“Love, and romance. That is what you want.”

“I guess so”

“Do you not have that waiting for you at home”

“No, I don’t think there is a man who understands this job and could meet my needs who would be willing to love me. Do you have someone?”

“I have my family but not someone to come home to”

Being in tf141 made it almost impossible to have a relationship. How each of your teammates had spouses was something you couldn’t figure out. You had given up on dating or any idea of a future relationship. But over these past months you’ve grown extremely close with Ale. He would bring you books, small trinkets that reminded him of you. Flowers would randomly appear on your table whenever he got back from scouting. Always having your coffee made when you walked into the meeting room. Things that where small but so important to you.

-

The mission was done. A small celebration was held with everyone involved in the operation. The night was finally unwinding and most had turned into their beds for the night. But something had caught your attention. Alejandro’s office door was cracked open and his was talking to Rudy, you’re not one for ease dropping but you could play it off like you where going to grab something from your bed so why not listen in momentarily.

“Me he enamorado de ella pero no quiero alejarla. Ella es todo lo que quiero, todo lo que jamás podría soñar. No quiero que t/n se vaya sin que yo diga lo que tengo que decir.” (I have fallen in love with her but I won’t want to pull her away. She is everything I want, all I could ever dream of. I don’t want y/n to leave without me saying what I need to say) his voice was desperate and full for worry. It was clear in Rudy’s body language from what you could see that this wasn’t the first time Alejandro was talking about you this way.

Entonces ve y dile cómo te sientes hermano. (Then go and tell her brother) Rudy was practically begging and laughing at the same time for Ale to confess to you.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. He felt the same way about you. Slowly backing away from the door you practically skipped like a child to outside to your recent lounge spot. What do you do now?

-

It was well past midnight when you heard footsteps coming up from behind.

“Seen you out here so I thought maybe you’d like some company” Alejandro’s deep voice said.

“I always enjoy your company” you shyly say to him with your cheeks blush covered by the night sky.

He sat next to you on the bench for two. The crickets chirping and the breeze was a soothing silence. You needed to tell him, just get it off your chest. The mission was over. So if this conversation doesn’t go well you will be heading back to base in two days anyways and you could forget about him.

“You know all you have to do is ask”

“What do you mean mi amor” his eyes staring deep into yours.

“Pídeme que me quede contigo y lo haré. Te escuché hablar con Rudy y he estado tratando de encontrar una manera de decirte lo mismo” (Ask me to stay for you and I will. I overheard you talking with Rudy and I’ve been trying to find a way to tell you the same thing.)

Ale looked at you in shock. Partly in shock that you just said that all in fluent Spanish but that you’re asking him to take you.

A brief second of panic sets in when he continues to say nothing. Then his lips are crashing into yours. His lips are soft and are in perfect sync with your lips moving against his.

“Stay with me. We can build a life together.”

“I will stay for you Alejandro”

He pulled you in for another passionate kiss. After what felt like eternity you both pulled apart for air. Foreheads still touching. His eyes blown full of joy and love for you.

“You didn’t tell me you spoke Spanish”

“You asked if I knew enough to get by, not if I was fluent”

[liamlawsonlesbian]

it's officially past midnight here, which means that it's officially nine years since my mom died, more than a third of my life ago. it's the kind of bad thing where it's impossible to grasp the enormity of the badness of it. bc 99.5% of people who follow this blog don't know anything about my mom, here are some representative facts:

she read on average about 300 books a year, even when she was at her busiest — she didn't sleep much and would read in the night

her creative outlets of choice in adulthood were gardening, party planning, and sewing

her creative outlets of choice as a child were ballet and theater

she was a talented and successful attorney

her natural bluntness meant that she could be kind of a jerk, and she didn't suffer fools

she was a loyal and present friend

she read novels aloud to me starting when I was three, and didn't stop until she got sick when I was sixteen

she once turned in the same final paper to four different college classes - "if you think about it, Henry James is 19th and 20th century and English and American literature"

she would have killed me if I had ever pulled a stunt like the above bullet point

she developed deeply held pro-union convictions at the age of 9, much to the confusion and chagrin of her centrist parents

her accent was so good that when my parents were living in Argentina, people would say "vos sos de acá - pero tu esposo, de dónde es?"

she refused to speak Spanish with her daughters because "it's not the language of our relationship"

my parents got married very young; the last time she broke up with my dad before they got engaged, she told him "you're never going to be as good a writer as me" (wish I had had that kind of confidence at 19)

she loved babies

sometimes when she was talking to toddlers when her own children were older she would grab me or one of my sisters and go "this is MY baby"

she had the best taste in clothes

she got really mad about board games

she was my favorite person

[gomibuuh]

Bueno, presento a mi beba, un Combo/FanChild FluffyNight

Midnight Tea

La había creado hace tiempo, pero ahora sí me animé a publicarla. Dejaré algunos datos acerca de ella aquí.

Le gusta el café bien hecho (más si es de Ccino), pero también le gusta experimentar y probar más tipos de cafés.

‌Aparece en sueños lúcidos, le gusta crear parálisis de sueños a veces para ver la reacción de las personas a quien se las causa.

‌Es más apegada a Ccino que a Nightmare.

‌Le gusta vagar por otros universos, más en los que Ccino si es medianamente o completamente feliz (pero no interviene en las historias, simplemente observa).

‌Le gusta leer cuentos y historias de terror.

‌Es curiosa, llegando al punto de investigar bastante de algo para obtener una respuesta lógica o que la satisfaga.

‌Tiene un gato y un conejo, una en la realidad y la otra en sueños, el gato en la realidad y un conejo en sus sueños.

‌Su cuerpo es un cuerpo de un Sans (una de las tantas variantes de rutas genocidas), su cuerpo esta medio muerto.

‌En cuanto a su cuerpo, probablemente de tantas veces en las que Nightmare abandono a Ccino en otro universo para causar ansiedad, este haya tomado un cuerpo de un Sans. Para no estar solo de nuevo, aunque esto hizo que Nightmare se diera cuenta de la vida de Midnight.

‌No le agrada Nightmare, sin embargo cumple sus expectativas, aunque sea de manera inconsciente.

Nightmare la utiliza para crear más sentimientos negativos en Ccino (esto se desarrollará más después.

Cuando se pone muy triste o tiene sentimientos similares (Estrés, enojó, etc) la pequeña masa de negatividad en su cabeza crece (a veces llega a volverse completamente negrita por que la cubre por completo).

Y nada, eso sería todo por ahora, es mi beba, la quiero mucho así que probablemente sepan más de ella pronto, casi nunca dejo de dibujarla jsjs.

[riboism]

yo no soy celoso

pairing: idol!san x f!reader

genre: angst, eventual smut

synopsis: you didn’t expect to run into your ex on the way back to your hotel room.

wc: 4.4k

a/n: feedback is much appreciated! it motivates me to keep writing :)

“yo no soy celoso, pero ¿quién e' ese cabrón? dime quién e' ese cabrón. tranquila, no soy psycho. no vo'a hacer un papelón, pero...ouch! mi corazón.”- bad bunny 

“Hey, watch where you’re going!”

San jolted his head up at the angry-looking man in front of him. He had been so focused on his dress shoes that he didn’t notice he walked right into someone.

“S-sorry sir” he stuttered.

The man gave him a look, mumbling to himself as he walked away. San looked around the hotel lobby, hoping nobody saw that. There weren’t a lot of people to begin with since it was already past midnight. He sighed in relief before continuing on with his depressed march back to his suite.

He didn’t know what he expected out of this night. He didn’t even wanna go to the wedding to begin with. Weddings were miserably long occasions. He remembered getting the invitation in the mail, running his fingers over the pretty lace design before mindlessly tossing it on the kitchen table with all the other useless mail. He thought he would just send a nice champagne bottle to his friend in exchange for not attending. He figured his friend would understand given the busy nature of his career and how hard it was to take a day off.

But then he found out you were coming.

Of course, the groom was a mutual friend of yours, why wouldn’t you be coming?

San had rushed back into the kitchen, flipping through the junk mail that thankfully Wooyoung hadn’t thrown out yet. Finally uncovering the laced envelope, he tore it open and put a tick mark next to the RSVP box.

San chuckled at how foolish he was. I mean what did he think was going to happen? That you’d see him, feel guilty about breaking up with him, beg him to take you back (which he’d gladly do), and then live happily ever after?

In reality, nothing had happened. The night was uneventful. He wanted to walk up to you to say hello, ask how you were doing, and tell you that he missed you and that things will be different this time. But all he could do was watch from afar as your arms linked with someone else’s. That hurt. You might as well have grabbed a revolver and shot a bullet through his heart, leaving him to bleed out on the floor. How could you? he thought. How could you move on so quickly? After everything we’ve been through, you just show up with some other guy like we never happened? Did you even miss me? Even just a little?

His heart ached at the sudden realization that there was nothing wrong with you bringing another man into your life. It had been over a year since you broke it off yet he was still hung up on you. Despite his friend's suggestions, he just couldn’t move on with another girl. How could he get back into the game if you were the best prize he’s ever won?

San had no one to blame but himself. His calls came less and less frequently, sometimes he wouldn’t even remember to text back for days. He got busier with comebacks, tours, promotions, and dance practices, but you were always on his mind. How could he explain that to you? How could he convince you to stay when he’s neglected you so much?

His mind reeled back to that fate-less day. You did it over the phone. It was late at night and San was still tired from his schedule. He regretted snapping at you, wishing he could turn back time so that he could go back to that moment and shove his words back into his mouth. He cringed thinking about all the awful things he said to you out of anger. If he could go back, he’d say I’m sorry, please don’t leave me, I’ll do better, we can get through this. But it was too late for that.

The elevator dinged, making him lose his train of thought. He let out a defeated sigh before hopping onto the elevator.

“Wait!” someone called out. San noticed a pair of heels running frantically towards the elevator. Before the doors could close, he held his hand out to let the person in.

“Thank you!” they said, breathless from the runover. San’s chest tightened as he recognized the voice. It was the same girl that was on his mind all night.

He looked at you with wide eyes. He couldn’t believe it. He wondered if he thought about you too much, that this was the reason why you were here with him now. Just his luck.

“Hey” you greeted. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds, only stared with those doe eyes of his. You worried if your hair was messy from the run. You ran her hand over it, gently patting any stray hairs down.

San finally responded. “Where’s that guy you were with?”

You let out an exasperated sigh, annoyed with his lack of composure. “That’s what you want to ask me? We haven’t seen each other in over a year, you don’t come up to me and say hello at the wedding, and now that I’m here with you, that’s the first thing you say to me?”

San’s cheeks glowed red, mentally cursing himself at his poor choice of words. He didn’t know what came over him. He was just so nervous and couldn’t help but blurt out whatever was on his mind without thinking first.

“Y-you could’ve come up and said hello to me first.” Fuck he thought, what the hell is wrong with you San?

Needless to say, you were disappointed. You thought maybe he was more grown-up now, but he proved you wrong. Relieved to hear the elevator stop at your floor, you bid your ex farewell. “Well, it was good seeing you.” The doors parted open and you stepped out, pulling out the keycard from your clutch.

“Wait!” he called, running to catch up with you. You groaned. What does he want now?

“Let me try again. Hi.”

You took a sharp inhale, questioning if it was worth entertaining his third attempt. But he looked more serious now, and a little apologetic, so you thought you’d give him one last try. 

“Hi.”

“How have you been?”

“I’ve been well. You?”

“Oh, you know,” he said, scratching the back of his head, “busy… But I’m holding up just fine.” San wasn’t sure if he believed that himself. The past year had been cloudy, days blended in with each other, and he had a hard time paying attention. Though he’d deny it, you were partly to blame for his lack of focus. “You look great by the way. Haven’t changed at all since the day I last saw you.”

You smiled shyly. “Thanks. Your hair is different.”

“Yeah, I thought I’d try blonde.”

“It’s nice...but I liked your black hair better.”

You both stood in the hall, gazing at each other for a while. He had changed a lot. You noticed his shoulders were broader and he seemed to be a lot more sure of himself. You couldn’t take your eyes off him and neither could he. You missed the way he looked at you. His soft eyes made you feel like you were the only person in the room and that nothing else mattered. You wondered if he was thinking the same thing.

“I uh,” you broke the silence, “I’m glad you’re well San. Really, I am. Anyway, I should go. My rooms over there.” You gave him a nod and turned on your heels. 

“Wait!” he called, stopping you in your tracks again. “Do you have to go? I mean...we should get a drink, catch up more...What do you say?”

You mulled over his suggestion. You knew you shouldn’t.

“It’s so late. The bars are probably closed.”

“I have a nice bottle of Brandy sitting in my room that’s just begging to be opened.”

You raised a brow at his proposal. You weren’t sure what to do. Your head was screaming at you to decline and go to sleep. You were tired from the festivities and you knew that if you agreed to go to his room, it would send him the wrong message. The year apart from San was hard but it did you a lot of good. You’d never forgive yourself for throwing away all that progress. But you had to admit, you did love having his eyes on you, wishing to be under his gaze for a while longer.

“I don’t know San-”

“Come on. Just one drink and a little conversation, nothing more. It’ll be like old times. Besides, I know how much you like brandy.”

You considered his suggestion. You did like brandy. “Fine,” you reluctantly agreed, “just one drink.”

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San’s room was enormous. The Presidential Suite, he emphasized. You figured this room was as big as your apartment. Maybe even bigger. 

San poured you a glass which you delightfully took from his hands. “Thanks.”

“Why don’t we sit here.” San gestured to the very elegant-looking sitting area on the other side of the room. You made your way to one of the lounge chairs, careful not to sit down too fast. You had recently gotten a tattoo. It was nothing crazy, just a small delphinium flower on your hip. For a small design, it hurt like hell. You were sure to be careful to not aggravate the already sore skin.  

San poured himself a glass. He was a lot bigger than you remembered. The long sleeves of his dress shirt were now rolled up, revealing his forearm which was decorated with the thin cords of his veins. His sleeves were tight around his bicep, the seams looking like they’d burst at any minute. You quickly looked away, worried he might catch you staring.

San sat down across from you, watching you as you took a sip. “So what have you been up to?”

“Not much. Changed jobs, moved to a new place in the city for it. It’s nice.”

He nodded, setting his glass on the table. “New job, new place, new boyfriend...things are really looking up for you. So what’s his name?”

You held back a laugh. He really wasn’t going to let that go. “You seem to be more interested in him than in me.” 

“That’s not true. Say, where’d he go anyway? Did he really not even think of walking you back to your room? It’s the least he could’ve done.” He picked up his glass again, gulping down some of the dark liquid to calm his nerves.

“Someone sounds jealous” you teased.

“Jealous? Pfft, I’m not jealous. I just wanna know who this guy is.” He took another long sip. As much as he denied it, he was a little jealous. He remembered watching you two dance at the reception. His hands around your waist, lips so close to your ear, whispering what looked like sweet nothings to you. It was enough to make his blood boil. He desperately wanted to get out of his seat and peel him off of you. Worried he might do something psychotic, he decided to leave early, telling the groom and his bride that some important work stuff came up and that he had an early flight back tomorrow morning. 

“He’s a friend from work,” you explained “he’s nice, I thought I’d bring him as my plus one...he plays for the other team, actually...he kinda wanted to see you. He’s a fan. But I think he got nervous with you glaring at him all night.”

San choked on his drink. He sat the glass back on the table, coughing to clear his throat. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment. 

“I-I wasn’t glaring...god, I’m so sorry I just assumed that...” he trailed off, not sure what else to say to you. 

“It’s fine. Just make sure you send me a signed album to give to him.”

“Of course” he agreed. He tried hard not to show his relief after finding out you were still single. You tried hard not to notice. His eyes were fixed on you again, looking at you fondly. You tried to avoid his gaze but failed. His dimples were more pronounced now and his cheekbones were even sharper than you remembered. The thin slit at his brow made him look tough and intimidating, which was the complete opposite of his personality. You always admired how he could look so menacing on stage and then return to his sweet, charming, and awkward self. The eyebrow slits and makeup added to his intense stage persona, but his old self still shined through no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sore ache on your hip. You shifted in your seat, trying to get in a position that would alleviate the pain.

“Why are you sitting like that?” San asked.

“Like what?”

“Like this”, he mimicked your weird posture. You sighed, not really wanting to admit the reason why.

“I got a tattoo.”

San’s brow perked up. “You did?”

“Yes. Just yesterday. It hurts.”

“Where is it?”

“On my hip.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah.”

“What is it?”

“A delphini-” you stopped, not wanting to continue. God, why did you say that? you thought. You didn’t realize the significance when getting the tattoo. I mean yes, it was your favorite flower, but you didn’t realize it became your favorite flower after San gave you one when he officially asked you out for the first time. You thought it was strange of him to hand you a bouquet of delphinium flowers when he confessed to you. Usually, you’d give a rose, but he went with these long strands of lilac pinks and periwinkle blues. When you asked him later, he said it was because delphiniums signify joy and that’s how he feels anytime he’s around you. “U-uh, it’s just a flower.” 

San didn’t question you again. A loud silence lingered between you two. It was beginning to get awkward and you tried to think of an excuse to leave. This was a bad idea, you thought. I should’ve stayed in my room, what am I doing here? 

“Lidocaine” San announced, breaking the silence. 

“What?” you asked. 

“Lidocaine. It’s like a numbing spray. I used it when I got my tattoo, although the relief doesn’t last very long.” 

“Oh.” You looked down at your lap, playing with your fingers. “Thanks. I’ll look for that when I go to the pharmacy.” 

Another silence weighed in. You didn’t look back up, but you could feel the warmth of San’s eyes on you. You knew what he was going to say next and you wished you got up and left before he broke your heart again. 

“I miss you.” And just like that, your heart tore wide open at his small, desperate voice. 

“San-”

“Do you miss me?” 

You didn’t know how to answer him. “I missed you all those nights you didn’t call me back.” 

He let out a sigh. “I am sorry for that, y/n. I’m sorry I neglected you for so long. I just thought you’d understand but…” he stopped for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts, “...you deserved better than what I gave you.” 

You didn’t know how badly you needed to hear those words. You loved San, you really did. But your relationship with him wasn’t sustainable. You had to move on before it was too late to leave. “Thank you” you picked at the skin around your fingers, “and I did miss you…for a little bit, afterward.”

Another silence. Neither of you knew what to talk about next. You wanted to ask about the members and the upcoming comeback, but how could you say that after he just told you he missed you? You asked yourself why you agreed to come in the first place, still thinking this was a bad idea. 

“Y/n…”

You hummed in response, still twiddling with your fingers. 

“Y/n…”

You looked up at him finally, which was exactly what he wanted you to do. Your eyes reunited with his soft smiley orbs and you felt yourself melt into the couch. 

“I gotta to see it.” 

You sat up straight. “See what?” 

“The delphinium.” 

Your head spun at his words. You knew what he was really asking for and you weren’t sure if you could do it. 

“San…”

“Oh please, won’t you show me?” He looked at you with doting eyes that made it hard to say no. After a long back and forth with San, you finally caved in. You stood up, hesitating before pulling one side of your dress over your hip. You pulled the waistband of your underwear down to reveal the bruised skin. 

“It’s still healing.” You pouted at the swollen red spot.

“Come closer, I can’t see that far.” You don’t know why you listened to him. You could’ve said this was stupid and stormed out of there. But you obeyed his order, slowly walking up to show him your ink. You gulped as you watched his hand reach out to touch you. He gently caressed your red skin with his thumb, making you whimper at his touch. His eyes darted up at you as his hands went further down to where they weren’t supposed to be. 

“San” you breathed out. If you were thinking straight, you’d pull away from him and leave immediately, but something about the familiarity of his fingertips brushing up and down your sides made your legs jelly and unable to move. 

San shushed you before pressing his lips against your tattoo. You gasped at the feeling of his plush lips on your red hot skin. His kisses trailed up to your belly, hanging around the top of your underwear. He pulled on your waistband with his teeth, the elastic snapping back against your skin as he let go. He still had his eyes on you, waiting for your permission to go further. There were a million voices in your head telling you to stop, but you didn’t listen to a single one. Reading the defeated look on your face, San sprung up to his feet. His fingers wrapped around the back zipper of your dress, slowly pulling it down. He pulled the straps down your shoulders, letting your attire fall around your feet. He tilted your chin up, staring salaciously at your lips. The space between you two disappeared as he pushed his lips onto yours. You couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, realizing how much you missed having his lips on you. You were drowning in him, feeling as if you two were picking up from where you left off. 

He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around him like instinct. He walked over to his bed, gently placing you on top of his silk sheets, making sure not to break the kiss. He helped you undo your bra before gently pushing you down against the bed. His soft eyes turned hungry as he took in every detail of you. 

“You're so pretty baby” he sighed. He adored the way you looked at this moment. So soft and ready for him.

San got on his knees, pushing your legs apart for him. He was shirtless now and you couldn’t help but admire the broadness of his bare shoulders. He ran a finger over your clothed heat, making you tremble at his touch. Laughing softly at your reaction to his touch, he began rubbing slow circles over your clit. You were getting wet and it was only a matter of time before San sees the wet spot on your underwear. 

San clicked his tongue at the pool of arousal now staining your underwear. He pulled them to the side, revealing your puffy lips. He pressed a soft kiss onto your pussy lips, satisfied with the way you flinched at his touch. He flattened his tongue, slowly dragging it over your cunt. He let out a moan before you could, now lapping at your heat. 

“I missed your taste” he sighed into your cunt. Spreading your lips, San latched his onto your clit, sucking hard at the bud. 

You tried your best not to cry out, worried the people next door will hear. Seeming to hear your thoughts, San reassured you. “There’s no one else on this floor, so don’t hold back. I wanna hear those moans baby, it’s been too long.” 

He sucked on your bud harder, forcing a shaky moan out of your lips. You felt him smile into your cunt. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed those sounds baby.” 

You choked out a sob when he pulled away from your heat. He left a trail of kisses from your hip, to your stomach, and finally up to your bare chest. His tongue flicked at your hardened nipple, and you moaned again as you felt him tease your clit with his cock. 

“San please” you whimpered, wanting him to cut the bullshit and just fuck you already. 

“Hang on...you know I like to take my time with you.” It was true, San wasn’t one for quickies. Fucking you was an all-day event for him. He loved kissing every inch of your body, getting you warmed up from his tongue or his fingers (sometimes both) and once you become a good enough mess for him, he’d finally give in and give you his cock. Only, he’d fuck you way past your orgasm, laughing at your hazy expression as you cried that you couldn’t take it anymore. And he would tease you endlessly over it. What do you mean baby? I thought you said you wanted to cum?

Growing more and more impatient as he teased your entrance with his tip, you pushed him off of you, overtaking him and sitting on his stomach. He gave you that devilish grin of his as you steadied your legs around him. You desperately wanted to rub yourself on his abs, but you wanted his cock more. You were surprised he didn’t stop you as you grabbed his cock, laying it against your stomach, giving him languid strokes. He laid back, mouth hung open, already looking fucked out from your ministrations. You sank down, swallowing his hardness until there was no more of him to take. 

“Still fit me like a glove” he chuckled, before groaning as your walls clenched around him. “Fuck, did you get tighter?” 

Ignoring his remarks, you set a slow and steady pace. San sighed, hypnotized by your breasts bouncing over him. His hands gripped onto your waist, grunting every time you came down on him. 

“Fuck…fuck me like this baby.” He sat up and grabbed onto you tighter, now controlling your movements. He was stronger now, able to push you up and down his shaft like you were just a mere fleshlight. 

“Sannie!” you sobbed, feeling hazy from him massaging your walls like this. You grabbed onto his broad shoulders, bracing yourself as shoved his hard cock deep inside of you at an unforgiving pace. 

His lips were pressed up to your ear and you could feel his hot shaky breaths on your skin. “Again,” he commanded, “say it again…I love how you say my name.” 

You rambled his name over and over like it was the only word you knew how to say. You were coming apart, your eyes pressing shut as you felt your abdomen heat up. He was close too, you could tell because he was losing his hold on you, slowing down significantly. 

“Where do you want me?” his voice strained as your walls squeezed him tighter. 

“Cum inside me please Sannie, fill me up.”

And just like that, you felt a wave of pleasure overtaking you as he filled you up to the brim. He cursed in a shattered breath, pulling you closer to him as you both rode out your orgasms. Breathless, San’s head fell into the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses on your shoulder. Neither of you wanted to move and continued to stay in that position for some time before falling asleep.

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A pearly glow illuminated the sky, the sunlight still absent as the sun hadn’t risen yet. San was laying beside you in a deep slumber. You always thought he looked so peaceful when he was asleep. His lips were parted slightly and his hair tousled perfectly over his head. You ran your fingers through his soft locks, careful not to wake him. You wanted to stay in bed with him, to watch him until he yawned and fluttered his eyes open, but you knew you couldn’t. You had to go before he would wake up or else he’d make it hard for you to leave again. 

You slowly unwrapped yourself from the comforter, using your elbows to sit up. Your leg hung over the edge of the bed, about to stand up until you felt a hand grab your wrist. You gasped, turning back to see San wide awake. 

“Don’t” he whispered, “don’t leave.” He looked at you with pleading eyes as you formulated your response. 

“San…” 

“Don’t say my name like that. Don’t do that.” You couldn’t tell for sure from the dim light coming in through the curtains, but his eyes looked wet.

“Last night was great,” you began “but us…San, we weren’t meant to last.” 

He moved closer to you, taking both of your hands into his. “Yes we were…I’ll prove it to you. I swear, this time will be different, just please don’t walk through that door.” 

You wanted to believe him. But you knew better. Of course, if you took him back, things will go well. But eventually, the same problems will resurface and you couldn’t handle being an afterthought again. 

Slipping your hands out of his, you cupped his face and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. 

“I love you” he cried as you pulled away. 

“You’ll get over it in time.” You didn’t mean to sound so cold, but one of you had to try and not be a sobbing mess. 

He watched you as you dressed yourself. He wanted to protest more, but his throat tightened, making it hard to produce any more sounds. Although you tried to hide it, you so desperately wanted to cry in his arms and never let go. You loved him more than he could ever imagine, more than he ever loved you. But the circumstances were different and this was all for the best, you told yourself. 

Walking to the door, you paused before placing your hand on the knob. 

“You’re wrong,” San said from his place on the bed, “I’ll never get over you.” 

Not looking back, you took a deep breath and pulled the door open.

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[edulcorated-bunny]

A ver, atenta, que el Uber debería estar por aquí... Comenta la morena sin levantar la mirada de su móvil yendo de la mano de su amiga mientras pasean por el aparcamiento del estadio.

Pues oye, tu Tigre tampoco lo hace mal, ¿eh? Y ese grandote que estaba con él... They were sooooo good? And the other fellers... And the other pretty ladies... Goshie... Suelta un suspirito, aún tiene estrellas en la mirada. It's all so cool... Why didn't you tell me?????

...I did! Le pellizca un poco el moflete antes de darle un besito en la zona. En fin... Tenemos que buscar un Kia... Achica los ojos. ¿Sonet? No se cuál es la marca...

Kia es la marca. Se asoma a su pantalla. Pero ni idea de cual es ese modelo, ¿te dice qué pinta tiene?

No, solo que es de color... ¿Borgoña?

...

...

...What the heckie is that? That sounds made u-Buscando con la mirada, sus ojos se posan sobre el trasero de @midnight-zebra. Y suelta un aspaviento, porque después de verlo durante casi veinte minutos, obviamente que lo reconoce. Suelta a Krissy y se acerca a ella, su aspaviento no acaba hasta que está a un par de metros de la luchadora. It's YOU!

[lovely-ashes09]

I started working four days ago, and I've realized in such a small amount of time that life shouldn't be lived this way. I don't want to be an adult anymore 😫

[yume-fanfare]

abro debate tho, yuzuru tortilla de patata con o sin cebolla? por un lado, es un soso y aliña las cosas de menos así que sin, pero por otro siempre quiere que coma más verduras así que con

[midnightfrappe]

I really love my silly friend @cheshireshine , please believe me when i say this was a friendly interaction by my side :33

[tubocaestrellada]

hace mucho no me rompo la cabeza pensando en vos pero como dijo mi amiga taylor i never think of him except in midnights like this, me gustaria saber q es de tu vida, si en algun momento paso por tu cabeza, si te acordas lo q paso hace un año, si tal vez te gustaria saber sobre mi, como estoy, si pasas por mi cabeza o si me acuerdo lo q paso hace un año tambien. me gustaria saber que opinas sobre como termino todo, querias que fuera asi o vos tambien te quedas hasta la madrugada pensando en que hubiese sido si...

no te lo voy a preguntar pero quiero saber, puede que nos debamos una charla pero quizas es mejor dejarlo todo en el pasado porque las cosas pasan x algo

[caostalgia]

Naranja

Sentado en mi cabaña masajeando mi barba, Miro al cielo recordando mi niñez y a la bella Alba.

Corriendo y jugando bajo el atardecer, Dando vueltas alrededor de la fogata, Al sol de los venados dejándonos caer, Entre gerberas naranjas riendo a más no poder.

Nos damos vuelta mirándonos fijamente, Sus ojos llameantes, color fuego, Me absorben en un espiral de llamas, Como aquella foto del agujero negro.

En medio del trance, enfocado en su mirada, Siento acercarse su leve aroma a mandarina, Suavemente me susurra "Estoy enamorada" Mi corazón se agita, inyección de adrenalina.

Me sorprendo sintiendo sus suaves labios, Dulces y embriagantes como un buen tequila, Apasionantes y azucarados, con sabor a naranja, Siento que es un sueño pero no sabe a mentira.

Se aleja de mi y mi mente vuelve a la cabaña, Me despierto del trance y vuelvo a su mirada, "Sonreías mientras soñabas" me dice calmada, Mis ojos se ponen llorosos, abrazo a mi amada.

"Soñaba con nuestra juventud dorada, Soy tan afortunado de tenerte mi amada, Disfruto del espectro solar en tu mirada. Siempre que te veo, oh mi querida Alba, Un calor familiar me envuelve el alma Y tu existencia llena todo mi ser de calma"

Nuestro amor parece ruborizar a la Pachamama, El sol se oculta tímido en la explanada, Las hojas de otoño crujen entre risas, Las nubes en tonalidad anaranjada Nos mandan sus caricias en suaves brisas.

Abrazados en nuestra cabaña, Nos llenamos de una paz innombrable. Sentimos el calor de nuestro amor, Incondicional e Innegable.

Recordamos una vez más nuestra infancia tierna, Miramos al cielo, Agradecemos nuestra unión Eterna. ~Midnight Coffee.