#using y tu mamá también

[art--harridan]

[Image description: A digital painting of Julio and Tenoch from Y Tu Mamá También. Their older selves are sitting across from one another at a table, both faces still and solemn. Tenoch is faced away from Julio. Behind them is a wooden wall, but instead of the window that would be above it, there's a close-up of the pair when they were seventeen. They're kissing intimately. The lighting of this scene also lights the older pair, as if they're lit by a stained glass window. It is an unnatural neon green glow.]

Inktober Day 25: Tempting

Film: Y Tu Mamá También

[dykehayleywilliams]

[the-offside-rule]

Charles Leclerc (Scuderia Ferrari) - Teammate in Law

Requested: on wattpad

Prompt: Y/n and Charles are secretly keeping their relationship from her older brother, Carlos. But, it is all for not whilst Charles drunkenly tells Carlos the truth

Warnings: Drunk Charles, angry Carlos

You never really had any trouble with complying with Carlos' rules. Don't distract any team members, don't cause any trouble, no dating other drivers. In McLaren, you didn't have a problem because Carlos' team-mate was Lando at the time and Lando wasn't exactly your type, so you just ended up being his friend. The trouble however, started when Carlos moved to Ferrari at the beginning of the 2021 season. "Don't go anywhere, Im just going in to check on Mattia." Carlos said, leaving you in the middle of a hallway in the ferrari factory. "I won't go anywhere, I'll get lost if I do." After some reassurance, Carlos walked into Mattia's office. Although Carlos insisted the meeting would be a few minutes, it had already passed twenty minutes. You let out a groan in boredom.

You focused on keeping yourself composed as Charles Leclerc was literally sitting right next to you. "Excuse me?" You turned as the monegasque began to speak. "Do you work here?" Charles asked. "Oh, erm, no. Just a visitor." You replied. He nodded and turned back facing the wall. "Are you a fan? I think there's some fans allowed in here from time to time." Charles said. You shook your head no. "Nope, I'm Carlos' sister." Charles looked over and smiled softly. "Ah, so is that why you're here? He's in with Mattia?" Charles asked, pointing towards the door. "Yeah, he's been taking forever though." Charles looked you up and down, smiling as he took in your features. "So, you're Y/n? Lando told me about you." Your eyes went wide. "Probably not good things." Charles laughed and looked down to the floor. "No, not at all. A lot of stories about you drunk." You groaned and leaned your head against the wall. Lando had ruined your chances of scoring the monegasque before you even met him. "No, no, I want to see this all in person." You looked over confused. "What?" you asked. "Let's go and see if you're actually like this. How about we go out for a drink sometime?" You nibbled on your lower lip, trying to hide the grin on your face but it was no use. Charles knew he'd just about won you over.

The door to Mattia's office opened before Carlos stepped out and saw you and Charles smiling at each other, before you both tried to hide the fact that you were. "So what is all this?" Carlos asked, vividly unimpressed. "Just introducing myself Carlos." Charles replied. Carlos laughed. "She won't be seeing you enough for you to introduce yourself." You squinted your eyes at your brother in disbelief. "I know what you're really trying to do, you can't fool me. I was your age once." It was getting tense between the two ferrari dircers and they hadn't even gotten on track together as team-mates yet. "You aren't that old mate." Charles joked but clearly at the wrong time. "Are you mocking me?" Carlos almost shouted. "Carlos, can you stop shouting at the man? You're making a scene!" You pulled at Carlos' sleeve but he wasn't listening. "I'll call Mama and she won't be happy at all!" You threatened. Carlos looked back as if he was being challenged. He scoffed at his little sister. "You wouldn't dare." You grabbed your phone from your pocket and clicked onto your mother's phone number, holding it up to your ear and waiting for her to answer and staring at Carlos all at once. "Mama? Carlos es estúpido!" You said walking away, undoubtedly going to town on how annoying he was being. The usual. "Ah, ah, ah, Mamá, no porque, tu hija también está siendo estúpida!" Carlos called following after his sister. Charles however, looked on amused at the Spanish bickering and couldn't help but have this magnetic like attraction to the young Sainz sister.

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After the hectic race that was Silverstone, you went back to your hotel room to change before you went to cleebbrate with the team. Thankfully, your room was in between Charles' and Carlos'. You had a connecting room with Charles which was helpful for whne Charles was sneaking in at night and for moments like this. Charles stared at you, taking in your beauty through the mirror on the dresser, but you could tell something else was wrong. "You okay?" you asked as you took off the ferrari jacket. "That stuff doesn't suit you." You squinted your eyes in disbelief of his words. "What? Last time I checked you still drove for ferrari." Y/n said. Charles let out a sigh. "Yes but I mean why can't you wear the number 16?" Y/n grinned and wrapped her arms around Charles' neck. "We both know why Charles, I have to wear the number 55 for the meantime." After a few more visits, the exchanging of phone numbers and of course social medias, Charles had managed to captivate the Spaniard enough to love him back. The relationship had still been pretty new, only a few months but you didn't really care. "I don't have a problem telling Carlos I'm dating you-"

"Yes but he'll kill me, he wouldn't dare hurt you mon cœur." You giggled and pulled him in for a kiss. "I wouldn't let him do that, my love. Now go back to your room before Carlos comes around." Charles smiled and walked over to the connecting door before locking it behind him.

After Carlos came around, you went down to meet up with the team. They all decided to go out and celebrate and of course, you decided to tag along as you had gone to the Grand Prix. Everything was going fine until Charles had a little too much to drink and completely forgot that you were keeping you relationship secret. He started to dance with you, tell you how much he loved you and in all honesty, you weren't used to it so you got yourself out of the situation by going over to the bar. Carlos was watching the whole thing unfold, he wasn't the slightest bit impressed. You spotted Carlos and decided to go and tell him you'd be going up to your room to go fecth something. "I'll be back in a minute! I forgot my phone!" you said loud enough for Carlos to hear. Charles, on the verge of being blackout drunk, followed you to the bar but got confused whem he couldn't find you. He turned and saw his team-mate, sipping on a beer by himself and he let out a huge, exaggerated gasp. "Carlos!" Carlos turned and saw Charles, stumbling towards him, making him let out a little laugh. "You cannot hold alcohol, mate." Carlos laughed before Charles said something Carlos couldn't even understand. "By the way mate, you need to back up. That's my sister you're dancing with." Carlos laughed as he downed another bottle of beer. Charles, his mind clouded with alcohol, scoffed and grabbed another bottle of Estrella Galicia. "I'm already seeing her, Carlos. You need to relax." He laughed. Carlos froze and set his drink down before turning to face Charles. "What did you say?" Carlos asked. "I'm already seeing your sister, about two months or something now." Carlos clenched his jaw and finished his beer before paying and leaving.

He stormed upstairs to where you were staying and just as Carlos was about to knock the door, you opened it, putting your card key into your purse. "Oh, Carlos. I was on my way down now-" Carlos backed you up and closed the door behind him once he got into your room. "What the hell is this I hear about you and Charles, eh?" Your heart stopped. What did Charles say? "What have you two been up to?!" He shouted. "Carlos, calm down-" Carlos cut you off. "Calm down? Are you seriously telling me to calm down?" he asked angrily. "Yes, are you deaf?" He threw his arms up in a fit of rage. "Y/n, you are seeing my team mate. Did I not have a rule for this?" Carlos asked. You folded your arms over your chest and looked away. "Maybe you did." you muttered. "Now Lando, I wouldn't mind Lando because I know for a fact he wouldn't dare do anything wrong but Charles? Do you know about his ex girlfriends? How quickly he moves on? He's a play boy in a ferrari car. Nothing special." He snarled. This hurt you. You didn't want to believe it but putting things into perspective, that's how it seemed. "Can we just not do this right now please? I just want to finally find someone."

Carlos continued on ranting for a good four or five minutes. You felt like a child being scolded with all these lectures. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Carlos asked. "I don't see a problem with it." You muttered. "Are you being serious?! I just told you what he is and you still don't have a problem?!" Carlos boomed, his loud voice echoing around the hotel room and undoubtedly around the entire floor too. "Carlos, again with the shouting, can you tone it down a bit?" You asked quietly. "Tell me why, why should I not shout when you aren't listening?" You stood up straight, and off the wall. "You think I'm gonna listen if you shout? If you're wrong, you're wrong! No matter how loud you say it!"

À knock cane from the door, making you groan. "See? Now I have to deal with the noise complaint!" You walked towards the door and turned the knob before you opened it, surprised to see who was there. "Charles?" You arched an eyebrow as Charles showed up to your doorway, Carlos still angry in the background. "Y/n! Mon cœur! I love you!" He slurred, almost tripping on the way in. "I want to marry you." He sang. Your expression softened at his drunken words. You looked over to Carlos who looked at Charles disapprovingly. "Charles, I don't think this is the right time." You told him sweetly. "It's always the right time with you my love." he said, kissing your cheek. Carlos tensed up and looked away, his hands moving to his hips. "I know, but Carlos is here right now." Charles sat up and looked over to the pissed off Spanish driver. He lifted his finger and pointed at him, causing confusion between both Spaniards in the room. "Ah, my team mate in law." Charles began walking towards Carlos, you tried to hold him back a bit but it wasn't going to happen. "Listen, mate, I don't like lying to you so I should be the one to tell you this-" Charles paused and Carlos stood in anticipation. "I'm in love with your sister."

You closed your eyes in annoyance and sucked your lips in. "Charles, let's get you to bed, huh?" Charles nodded and went to open his connecting door. You closed your eyes again as Carlos looked on. Everything made sense now. How you two were secretly hanging out, how you managed to end up dating, everything was falling into place. "This is the secret door, Y/n." Charles whispered to you as if Carlos wasn't right there. "Charles, please go to bed." He smiled, before going through and closing it behind him, leaving you alone with Carlos to explain everything. "Okay, I think I need to explain a lot, right?" Carlos nodded before grabbing his jacket and putting it on. "You do, but that can be done another time." You arched an eyebrow. "What? So you don't want to ask anything? You don't have a problem?" Carlos shrugged his shoulders. "I don't have as big a problem with him now." Carlos said. "He's my team-mate in law after all." He added, earning a smile of relief from you. "I'll be going but if I hear anything-" He paused. "Unusual, I'll be coming straight over." You felt embarrassed as Carlos made his joke. "Nothing will happen, he's drunk and I'm pretty much sober."

"Well make sure my team-mate in law doesn't die or something. He's kind of important to the team." you laughed a bit and nodded. "I wouldn't let anything happen to him Carlos, you don't have to worry about that."

[i-am-not-a-super-hero]

My Candy Love New Gen is finally out!!!!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳 So I went ahead and played the first chapter a bunch of times, here are the answers I chose in case they can be useful to someone else :3 (spanish only since that's my main server)

/neutral +positive -negative

Zahra: Bueno, ¿quieres beber algo, Ysaline?

Un zumo de naranja está bien. /

Como tú, un café será perfecto. /

Sí, me apetece un té, si hay. /

Zahra: …

¡Y también pienso disfrutar de ella! No creo que mi próxima casa tenga piscina… /

¡Y cuando vuelvas ya me habré ido! /

Y me salvas la vida, de verdad. No me quedaré mucho tiempo… /

Zahra: Por cierto, Ysaline, ¿qué esperas de este nuevo comienzo?

(REBELDE) Quiero tomarme la revancha. /

(DULCE) Pues la verdad es que espero que vaya mejor que en EPMC… -Tasha

(ENÉRGICA) ¡Quiero arrasar en mi nuevo trabajo! +Tasha

Zahra: ¡Qué experiencia más terrible! ¡Podría haber hecho que Ysaline se desencantara del amor para siempre!

(REBELDE) Ignoraré los consejos de una adolescente de dieciséis años. -Tasha

(DULCE) No te preocupes por eso, mamá. /

(ENÉRGICA) Lo que tengo muy claro es que el siguiente que intente jugar conmigo va a pasar un mal rato. +Tasha

CONJUNTO: 40 PAS

Archibald: Pero lo que no sabía es que tú también habías decidido venir aquí…

De momento, estoy en casa de mamá. REGALO TAKI

Llevo muy poco tiempo, acabo de llegar… /

Para ser sincera, lo cierto es que no he tenido elección. /

Roy: Y no entiendo cómo es posible que no me haya fijado en ti…

(REBELDE) ¿En serio ese es tu mejor piropo?

(DULCE) No pasa nada, a veces pasa… /

(ENÉRGICA) No te preocupes, a mí también me pasa cuando corro. +

Thomas: …

(REBELDE) ¿Y por eso llegas tarde? /

(ENÉRGICA) Creo que la primera hora ya ha pasado, no deberíamos demorarnos más. -

(DULCE) ¿No te gusta madrugar? A mí, tampoco… +

Thomas: …

(DULCE) Siento que tengas que encargarte de esto… -

(REBELDE) Estoy de acuerdo contigo: el papeleo es un rollo. +

(ENÉRGICA) Es increíble. ¡Me atrevería a decir que no te gusta el papeleo! /

Thomas: Es de buena calidad y estás de frente.

(REBELDE) Vale… Pero es mejor poner en el pase la foto que he traído. -

(ENÉRGICA) En realidad, tiene bastante gracia… ¡Creo que me acostumbraré! +

(DULCE) Bueno… Tal vez podrías haberme preguntado mi opinión antes… /

Thomas: Es una foto tuya, se te reconoce, y estás guapa… ¿no?

En este caso concreto, no, la verdad es que no. /

¿Intentas arreglarlo con un cumplido? /

De verdad, ¿tú crees? /

Thomas: …

Mi madre es rica, pero yo no. /

Así es, mi madre es arquitecta, y es bastante conocida en el sector… /

Preferiría que guardaras tus comentarios para ti… /

Thomas: …

(REBELDE) Déjalo. ¿Puedo dar una vuelta, para conocer la oficina? IMAGEN

(ENÉRGICA) ¡Esperaba que al menos me presentaras a todo el mundo!

(DULCE) Quizá podrías enseñarme un poco la oficina… /

Thomas: ¿Qué te apetece?

Nada, estoy bien, gracias…

¿Qué te apetece a ti? /

Déjame mirar a ver qué hay… IMAGEN

Thomas: …

Un zumo de tomate. Es estimulante… /

Un chocolate caliente, si está bueno. /

Un café está bien. /

Amanda: Tú debes de ser la nueva. Soy Amanda de Lavienne.

(DULCE) (Le estrecho la mano sonriendo) +

(REBELDE) Deduzco que tú debes de ser la veterana. Soy Ysaline. /

(ENÉRGICA) ¡Sí! Me llamo Ysaline. ¿¡Me das dos besos!?

Roy: …

¿Qué te parece esta, en forma de dinosaurio? ¿¡No es muy bonita!? / ESCRITORIO PREHISTÓRICO

Mira, una verdadera silla de oficina: móvil, con buen apoyo lumbar, sobria… / ESCRITORIO ERGONÓMICO

La silla redonda es bonita, ¿no? Me gusta, y parece cómoda… / ESCRITORIO AGRADABLE

Brune: ¿Qué te hagamos un montón de preguntas?

(REBELDE) De momento solo van tres. Creo que podré soportarlo. +Elenda

(DULCE) Toda va bien, gracias. Y sí, ya he encontrado mi mesa. /

(ENÉRGICA) Lo ideal sería tenerlas todas por escrito, para poder responder a mi ritmo. +Brune

Brune: Yo creo que al final, estamos mucho mejor aquí.

La empresa en sí misma estaba bien… pero la gente que trabajaba allí… +Brune

Digamos que ha sido… instructivo. Pero quería cambiar a otra cosa. /

Yo también lo creo. Allí, el ambiente era insoportable. +Elenda

COMEDOR – ROY

Roy: …

¡Perdona, es que es muy raro!

Aquí todo el mundo sabe que haces… ¿qué exactamente? IMAGEN

Voy a dejarte entonces, antes de no poder parar de mirar esos abdominales…

Roy: Dos series de cincuenta. Tampoco quiero quedar molido…

(REBELDE) ¡Ah, claro! Después de hacer jogging, cien flexiones… ¡Qué menos!

(ENÉRGICA) ¿En dos series? ¡Eso es para principiantes! IMAGEN

(DULCE) Vale, no quería molestarte… Te dejo. /

SALA DE REUNIONES – AMANDA

Amanda: ¿Puedo hacer algo por ti?

Quizá… Aún me estoy adaptando… /

Pues… No. Pensaba que la sala estaba vacía… Perdona.

Amanda: Vengo de una familia privilegiada. No voy a renegar de ella por eso.

(REBELDE) No hay por qué avergonzarse, pero no me gustan demasiado los interrogatorios. /

(ENÉRGICA) Tienes razón. No me avergüenzo de ello, es más, todo lo contrario. -

(DULCE) No, por supuesto. Es solo que no me gusta alardear de ello. +

Amanda: …

(No me muevo. Mala suerte para la abeja reina.)

(Me precipito a ayudarla a recogerlo todo.) IMAGEN

(Por curiosidad, aprovecho para intentar leer los papeles…)

DESPACHO DE DEVON – DEVON

Devon: Ven, Ysaline, puedes entrar.

(Entro en el despacho y me indica que me siente) +

No, eres muy amable, pero no quiero molestar…

Devon: ¿Quieres que firmemos tu contrato, quizá? Lo tengo aquí…

¡Encantada! ¡Es increíble lo rápido que va todo esto! /

¡Estupendo! Casi me esperaba pasar una entrevista de trabajo.

Devon: No aceptaba un no por respuesta.

(DULCE) Estupendo… Una vez más, mi madre es quien lo ha hecho todo. +

(REBELDE) Ya te digo. Habría podido comprar toda la empresa.

(ENÉRGICA) ¿¡En serio!? ¡Si es así, prefiero ir a buscar a otro sitio!

Devon: Y cuando lo hayas leído, podrás firmarlo…

(ENÉRGICA) (Me tomo un minuto para leer rápidamente las páginas.) IMAGEN

(DULCE) Vale, bien. Confío en ti.

(REBELDE) ¿Te importa si me lo llevo a casa para leerlo más tranquilamente?

[writingmochi]

cast: ateez & txt & enhypen ✗ reader

synopsis: a collection of ateez, txt, and enhypen works based on author's favorite radiohead songs

genre: variative for each member

based on: music radiohead's discography from albums “the bends”, "ok computer", "kid a", "amnesiac", "in rainbows", and "ok computer oknotok 1997 2017" (1995-2017)

status: subterranean homesick alien out now!

message from the moon: do remember that this is fiction and all the actions the idols do in these works do not reflect what they are in the real world. this is a non-priority anthology so all stories are standalone, won't have any schedule for deadlines, and will be written on my availability! also, note that the infos written below aren't the final one so i can add/subtract anything such as each of the synopsis which will have its final form when the certain fic is released

taglist? right here

listen to all 20 tracks!

you're turning into something you are not

cast: frat bro!sunghoon ✗ sorority girl!fem.reader

genre: romantic comedy, greek life au, college au, angst, mature content (smut)

inspired by: literature the prince and the pauper (1881)

it wears me out

cast: san ✗ fem.reader

genre: adventure, sci-fi, romance, dystopian, angst

inspired by: movie wall-e (2008)

you do it to yourself

cast: wooyoung ✗ fem.reader

genre: modern dystopia, thriller, tragedy

inspired by: tv show black mirror (2011-present)

this, this is our new song

cast: idol!hongjoong ✗ indie musician!fem.reader

genre: drama, coming of age, musicians au

i am back to save the universe

cast: jungwon ✗ fem.reader

genre: superhero fiction, adolescence, science fiction, angst

inspired by: comic cloak and dagger

ambition makes you look pretty ugly

cast: hueningkai ✗ reader

genre: content not available, set in the terra incognita universe

inspired by: error 401

they'd think that i'd finally lost it completely

cast: alt kid!soobin ✗ fashion student/designer!fem.reader

synopsis: after soobin's encounter with a person from his original timeline, he experiences doubts if he can settle in this new timeline or not. his alienation and existentialism take a spin in a new world he has to figure out himself, or if he could be courageous enough to ask you to guide him down back to the surface

genre: coming of age, slice of life, romance, drama, friends with benefits au, college/university au, angst, fluff, mature content (drug consumption and explicit smut), set in the time wave universe

this is what you'll get when you mess with us

cast: jay ✗ fem.reader

genre: drama, crime, romance, thriller, angst, mature content (smut)

inspired by: bonnie and clyde but with a dynamic of succession's tom wambsgans and siobhan roy

you know we're friends 'til we die

cast: seonghwa ✗ fem.reader

genre: content not available, set in the terra incognita universe

inspired by: error 404

we are standing on the edge

cast: detective!jongho ✗ detective!fem.reader

genre: crime, mystery, psychological thriller, noir

inspired by: movie se7en (1995)

the worms will come for you, big boots

cast: spy!yeonjun ✗ investigative journalist!fem.reader

genre: action, adventure, drama, agent au, angst

inspired by: movies from the 007 series: the spy who loved me (1977) and tomorrow never dies (1997)

i'm not here, this isn't happening

cast: singer-songwriter!taehyun ✗ up-and-coming actress!fem.reader

genre: drama, childhood friends au, fame au, angst, mature content (suicidal thoughts, manipulation, exploitation), set in early 2000s

help me get back to your arms

cast: movie character!heeseung ✗ fan!gn.reader

genre: psychological thriller, parasocial relationship, angst

there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt

cast: yeosang ✗ reader

genre: adventure, action, mystery

inspired by: video game silent hill 2 (2001)

catch the mouse

cast: beomgyu ✗ fem.reader

genre: adventure, drama, thriller, road trip au, run away au, angst, mature content (smut)

inspired by: movies bones and all (2022), american honey (2016), and y tu mamá también (2001)

one by one

cast: guitarist!mingi ✗ session musician!fem.reader

genre: rock band au, angst

inspired by: documentary meeting people is easy (1998)

it is the 21st century

cast: niki ✗ fem.reader

genre: enemies to lovers?, high school au, angst, fluff

inspired by: folk story mulan

because we separate like ripples on a blank shore

cast: guardian angel!sunoo ✗ human!gn.reader

genre: fantasy, angel au, angst

inspired by: the boyz's roar concept (2023)

i don't want to be your friend, i just want to be your lover

cast: yunho ✗ reader

genre: drama, toxic relationship, friends to lovers au, angst, mature content (smut)

the beat goes round and round

cast: jake ✗ fem.reader

genre: time-loop, science fiction, mystery, drama, fantasy, romance, gang au

inspired by: movie groundhog day (1993) meets musical west side story

NOTABLE MENTIONS (written fics and the radiohead songs in their playlists)

let down ; exit music (for a film) - time wave

weird fishes/arpeggi - troubled pixies

all i need ; go slowly ; spectre - isobel

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[oddbunny]

Another Gael interview found in an ancient comment thread. GQ 2012, I believe.

Star of such major art-house hits as Y Tu Mamá También, Bad Education, The Motorcycle Diaries, and Babel, Gael Garcia Bernal has spent the past decade chiseling out an impressive résumé of provocative, politically engaged movies that speak to audiences around the world. His latest, Pablo Larraín's No, which debuted this weekend at the Cannes Film Festival, is no exception, recreating the moment when widely feared Chilean dictator Augusto Pinochet was shockingly ousted during a 1988 referendum by a brilliant marketing man (played by Bernal) who retooled his own soda-pitching prowess to get out the vote.

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GQ: You're basically a Cannes vet at this point, right? Is this your sixth time?

Gael Garcia Bernal: There must be another time that I came. I think it's the seventh year I've been here.

GQ: Fair to say you're pretty comfortable here.

Gael Garcia Bernal: Yeah. And one thing that is wonderful about this festival is the fact that once the lights come down and everyone's in the cinema, we're all equal. And if the film's a good movie, everyone hears about it no matter what.

GQ: How do you pack?

Gael Garcia Bernal: Well, the first time nobody gave me clothes at all, but now my good friends at Dior send me stuff, and with that I'm sort of good. They give me a tuxedo to wear, and a couple of suits and things. That's fantastic because you can get kicked out if you don't dress up. I've been kicked out once.

GQ: You're kidding. When?

Gael Garcia Bernal: I came to a screening, and I was trying to go in with not a tuxedo suit, but, like, just a jacket and a made-up tie, and they said no. Impossible.

GQ: Fair to say you're not a fan of that aspect of Cannes.

Gael Garcia Bernal: Well, I'm a fan of now, since I'm still caring about those things. But one thing I must mention is that the parties used to be better.

GQ: How so?

Gael Garcia Bernal: When we brought the movie Deficit, we had a party from midnight until eight in the morning. We brought friends from Mexico that played music and everyone was dancing full-on—a complete blow-out. So much fun. God. Deficit obviously didn't win any awards, but the Hollywood Reporter did name us Best Party.

GQ: Distinctive.

Gael Garcia Bernal: I'm very proud of that award. Yeah.

GQ: Let's talk about No. You mentioned how word gets out when there's a good movie, and this is definitely one of those moments. Why do you think people are responding to this film?

Gael Garcia Bernal: Because it's a good one! Its complexity is immense. It's a highly intellectual movie and a very moving film as well. It deals with a universal issue, which is the relationship of a person with politics and power.

GQ: But it's also about using ad language to sell human rights as a product.

Gael Garcia Bernal: Well, there is a clear warning in the film. Because we think that democracy can change a lot of things, but we're being fooled, because democracy is not the election. We've been taught that democracy is having elections. And it isn't. Elections are the most horrendous aspect of democracy. It's the most mundane, trivial, disappointing, dirty aspect of it.

GQ: Because it's turning voting into a commodity.

Gael Garcia Bernal: Every democracy is constructed day-to-day. And the electoral process reduces and minimalizes every single aspect of human complexity. We're putting it into pamphlets. We're doing a publicity show. We're becoming symbols. Let's not give the electoral process so much importance. We have to be cynical about it. Let's give importance to the real democracy that's constructed on a day-to-day basis. That's my hopeful perspective on it. But my realization while I was doing the movie was like, ****, the electoral process is really horrible.

GQ: Are you a politically active person? After all, your daughter's name is Libertad.

Gael Garcia Bernal: Well, fortunately that is a well-known name in Spanish, so it's not like all of a sudden calling someone, I don't know, Mountain.

GQ: But it must have been on your mind somewhere, right?

Gael Garcia Bernal: It was. It was. I mean, it's possibly the best word ever, together with Love. My daughter is incredible and she really symbolizes that.

GQ: At this point, you are such an international star, but you still seem very committed to making films in South America. Is that important to you?

Gael Garcia Bernal: Well, it's important because it's the best place for me to fly—I feel like I can play more roles. I can kind of get a more biological grasp on what's being done and then, I can play around more. In English, I'm a little bit limited. I speak English as a second language, and that's a little limitation that I have to work around and I have to use it to my favor. So, yes, that's why I end up wanting to do more things in Latin America.

GQ: You started acting at a very young age, and starred in a Telenovela when you were a teen in the late '80s. Since No was made with vintage U-Matic video cameras to recreate the visual flavor of the late '80s, was it crazy to see yourself shot on low-grade technology again?

Gael Garcia Bernal: Well, I wasn't aware of the technology when we were shooting the soap opera, since I was very young. But I must say that one great surprise that happened is that before doing this film, we'd talk about how horrible it was to do soap operas and how horrible that video was. But when I saw the movie, I was like, man, isn't it strange how all of a sudden this format seems so nostalgic and filled me with longing for that time. It's just kind of like, wow, this nostalgic feeling—looking at how light comes into the window and everything. It gave me a good feeling. This horrendous video feels so romantic now. Who would have thought?

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Stefany :*nada en el lago* ¡vamos Anastasia nada más rápido! 😆😉🏊‍♀️🌊

Anastasia :*nada hasta a Stefany* Stefany esperame estás nadando muy rápido😟😕🏊‍♀️🌊¿para qué tanta prisa? 🤨😕

Stefany : Bueno hay que estar poco lejos porque te voy a decirte un plan que tengo para los chicos 😏🤫💗💕

Anastasia : en serio pues cuéntamelo amiga 😃😉💖✨

Stefany :*susurra a Anastasia en el oído* Mira te acuerdas cuando fuimos a la playa tú y yo andamos con Leo y Mikey🤨😟⛱️🌊 y se sumergieron en agua y nos quitaron nuestros trajes de baño 😳😡👙🌊

Anastasia :*susurra a Stefany* Oh si lo recuerdo ellos hicieron una pequeña broma nosotras mi mamá fue muy vergonzoso para ti y para mí😳😤 ¿dime cuál es tu plan? 🤨😕

Stefany :*sonríe malvada* jajaja, Este es mi plan nos sumergiremos en el agua cuando los chicos entren en el lago ☺️🤫🏞️nos acercaremos sigiloso y le quitamos sus shorts 😏😈👖🌊 ¿quieres acompañarme? 😁😉✨

Anastasia :*se frota las manos* Oh si me gustas tu plan es perfecto me anoto 😈😁🤝*levanta su brazo*¡choca los cinco! 😃☺️🖐️

Stefany :*choca los cinco con Anastasia* Oh si, que la venganza comience será divertido 😉😈👏*mira por los en la orilla* veo que Leo y Mikey ya vienen rápido hay que sumergirnos😈🤫🌊*Aguánta la respiración y sumerge el agua*

Anastasia : ¡Enseguida señora! 😁😈✨* aguanta la respiración y se sumerge en el agua*

Leonardo and Miguel Angel :*entra en el agua*

Leonardo :*nada en el lago*date prisa Mikey las chicas nos están esperando para jugar 😉😏🏊‍♂️🌊💞💗💝

Miguel Angel :*nada hasta a Leo* Ya lo sé amigo no hay tanta prisa como si fueran las chicas desapareciera 😄😉🏊‍♂️💘💖❣️*no ve a las chicas* ¿espera en dónde están Stefany y Anastasia? 😕🤨

Leonardo :*mira por los lados del lago* Sí, la vimos un rato que entraron en el lago🤨🤔🏞️¡¿Stefany, Anastasia En dónde están?!😕😟

Stefany and Anastasia :*nada hacia Leo y Mikey y les quitan los shorts*

Miguel Angel : Oye Leo, soy yo o el agua está haciendo más fría en mis caderas 😕🤔🌊

Leonardo : Sí yo igual pero tenemos que nadar y encontrar a las chicas estoy empezando a preocuparme 🤨😟

Stefany and Anastasia :*sale del agua* hola chicos nos estaban buscando y también sus shorts~😏😘👖👖💞💘💗❣️*les muestra los shorts a Leo y Mikey*

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Leonardo: Girls, do you not be ashamed to disappear from view?😠🌊 We've already started to worry about you😤😟

Michelangelo: Stefany, Anastasia, please give us back our underwear, we are now completely naked!~😣😬💦🩳🚫

Stefany: Oh, boys, don't be angry with us, we didn't want to scare you🥺💘💖💞

Anastasia: We just wanted to prank you two🤫😘🎉💝💗💕

Leonardo: Okay, beautys, we won't be angry with you🤔😌💖💝💗💞

Michelangelo: But for stealing our underwear, we will be forced to punish you with a lot of kisses, spanks and bites~🥰😈💘💗💓💖💕

Anastasia and Stefany: *Swim away* Haha, watch out, predatory turtles are swimming here!😄😍💝💗💘💖💞

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NAMOR (MCU) X MEXICAN!OC

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A/N: Remember you can find this fanfic on AO3 right here. Any feedback and/or comments are greatly appreciated <3 If you want to be added to the taglist, just say so!

My friends, this is the end of this journey. At least for now. I will post an epilogue in the next days that, hopefully, will leave you as excited for the second book of this fic as I am. If you've gotten this far, thank you so much for reading. See you soon!

Warnings: Violence, weapons, death and un-aliving people. Language.

Word count: 5,679



The tense silence that covered the room and its inhabitants like a heavy, smothering blanket was only interrupted by the clink of spoons against dinnerware. Three women of different ages sat at the table, the eldest and youngest occasionally looking at the third one. She pretended not to notice, but their gazes felt like the scorching sun against her skin. Still, she continued to eat, never taking her eyes off the bottom of the bowl. She wasn’t really hungry, thanks to the queasy feeling in her stomach that’d been plaguing her for the last week or so. After exchanging another glance with the eldest, one of the women cleared her throat before speaking.

“So, what’s your plan, Mercedes?” She asked, receiving a stern look from her mother, who hissed her name angrily. Mercedes carefully placed the spoon next to the empty bowl as she replied without looking up.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“You know, now that you’re back. Where will you go?” Antonia clarified, always glaring at the other girl. Mercedes looked noticeably confused, furrowing her eyebrows as she finally dared to look up at her cousin.

“Where…?” She asked, “I’m sorry, I thought it would be okay if…”

“Merceditas, lo que Toña quiere decir es si tienes pensado ir a algún lado, o qué piensas hacer ahora. Cinco años es mucho tiempo y…” Merceditas, what Toña means is whether you plan to go somewhere, or what you plan to do now. Five years is a long time and...

“No Ma, that’s not what I meant,” Toña promptly interrupted her, “I’m asking Mercedes where she’s going to go and when she’s planning to leave,”

“Are you being serious?” Mercedes asked, clenching her jaw as she desperately attempted to conceal the fluctuating mix of pain and anger in her voice, “I was gone for five fucking years, Antonia. I just came back two weeks ago, I…”

“No, Mercedes, are you being serious?” Antonia started raising her voice, “You don’t really expect us to let you stay here after what you did to my dad. You didn’t think that just because you and a million others vanished for a while we’d just forget about it? ”

Again at a loss for words, Mercedes turned to look at a silent Moni, whose eyes remained fixed on her intertwined hands on her lap.

“Tía Moni,” She asked, “¿Tú también piensas eso?” Auntie Moni, do you think that too?

Much to her horror, the woman didn’t reply and didn’t even dare to face her. She just pressed her lips together tightly and shut her eyes.

“Tía,” Mercedes insisted, “Tía, tú sabes que yo no tuve la culpa de lo que le pasó a mi tío. Tú sabes que yo jamás quise que eso pasara, yo siempre traté de cuidarlo, nos cuidábamos la espalda siempre pero…” Auntie, you know what happened to my uncle was not my fault. You know I never wanted that to happen, I always tried to look out for him, we watched each other's backs but...

The girl didn’t really know how to continue. Especially because, deep inside of her, a tiny voice wondered whether she was right to refuse to house the woman responsible, albeit indirectly, for the death of her husband.

“Merceditas…mijita, yo lo sé. Tu tío…” She tried to reply until Antonia promptly interrupted her. Merceditas, my child, I know. Your uncle...

“No mamá, no, ya habíamos hablado de esto,” She protested, which in turn silenced the woman once again before her daughter turned to look at Mercedes, “Don’t make this any harder on my mom than it already is,” No, mom, no. We had already talked about this.

Mercedes didn’t say a word, her eyes shifting from the girl she’d grown up with and the woman she thought of as a mother figure.

“Tía Moni,” she croaked, her voice hoarse as the knot in her throat tightened and tears threatened to roll down her cheeks, “Pídemelo y voy a volver a Bawir nomás a visitar a mi abuela, ni siquiera voy a acercarme a esta casa…” Auntie Moni, ask me to and I will only return to Bawir to visit my grandmother, I won't even go nowhere near this house.

“Mercedes, ya te dijo que…” Antonia attempted to chime in just to be immediately shut down by the other woman. Mercedes, she already told you that...

“No te estoy hablando a ti,” She crudely snapped at her before staring at her aunt with pleading eyes. I'm not talking to you Moni returned that same glance, entirely focused on Mercedes despite the insistent glares her daughter shot her way. Moni opened her mouth once, hesitantly, just to close it again before anything could come out. When Moni’s gaze suddenly dropped to her feet, Mercedes felt as if an invisible fist had taken both her lungs and scrunched them into a tiny ball.

“Merceditas, creo que es mejor que por un tiempo…” Merceditas, I think it's best that for a while...

Mercedes didn’t even want to hear the rest. She didn’t even go upstairs to take what she could with her. The woman hastily circled the table, picked up a backpack that hung next to the door, and walked out before slamming the door after her.







Namor had been waiting outside of the house for over half an hour after Mercedes asked him to do so, claiming she had some things to sort out with Moni. Their argument could be heard from where he was sitting, on the spot next to the river. So, when the door swung open and he heard hurried steps coming his way, Namor turned his head immediately. The budding grin on the corner of his lips faded instantly when the person that took a seat on a rock next to him wasn’t Mercedes.

“You’re a loyal one, I’ll give you that,” Antonia huffed, resting her elbows against her knees as she turned to look at him clearly expecting an answer. Namor didn’t make a sound and remained unfazed, staring at the running water before them.

“Alright, then,” She continued, “Mercedes wants us to take a look around the house. Make sure no one followed us while they pack a few things to take her grandmother to the capital tonight.”

With no other gesture to acknowledge her words, Namor stood up and started making his way to the tree line. “Wait! Don’t you want a gun or something?” After receiving nothing but silence for an answer, Antonia sighed annoyed before following suit.

“You look anxious,” She commented after ten blissful minutes of complete silence, seeing Namor open and close his fists repeatedly as they walked, “You should’ve come armed. Last time I went to investigate a noise unarmed somebody beat me unconscious and when I opened my eyes I was tied up in the middle of the jungle,”

“I can look after myself just fine,” He dryly replied, still refusing to look at her. Noticing the edge in his voice, Antonia scoffed and shook her head.

“She must’ve already made a great job at telling you about me, hasn’t she?” The woman spoke scornfully, “The evil bitch who just won’t forgive her for killing her dad,”

Namor stopped himself before attempting to argue with her, clenching his jaw and taking a deep breath before continuing to walk.

“Let me tell you a few things about her, then,”

“You told me enough back there,”

“Oh, trust me, it’s not nearly enough,”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“Shit, she’s got you good, doesn’t she?” Antonia sneered as he walked faster to move away from her.

“You know she’s married, right?”

“Sí Javier, ya sé,” Mercedes whispered into the phone, tapping her fingertips against her knee “No me importan los años, cabrón. Me sigues debiendo un favor.” After a few seconds, she cursed under her breath and angrily hung up the phone, impulsively kicking the wooden stool she’d been using as a seat.



A set of footsteps rushed down the stairs and Moni stumbled into the kitchen, worriedly asking what was wrong as she scanned the room. “Nada, tía,” Mercedes replied with a forced, breathless laugh, attempting to sound as calm as she could, “Nada, esta gente que me hace enojar,” Nothing, auntie. Just these people that make me so angry. “¿Qué dijo tu amigo?” Moni asked hopefully. Her niece couldn’t lie to her. She could see on her face that things had definitely not gone her way. Confirming her suspicions, Mercedes shook her head negatively. What did your friend say? “Ambas están más seguras aquí de todos modos,” Mercedes assured her, “No saben cómo llegar a Bawir y ya nos encargamos de los que sí. Pensaremos en algo.” Both of you are safer here anyway. They don't know how to get to Bawir and we took care of those who did. We'll figure it out.

Before her aunt could say anything else, Mercedes shut her eyes tightly as she unsteadily leaned against the wall.

“¿Mercedes? ¿Qué te pasa, chula?” Moni asked, gently placing her hand on the woman’s forehead only for Mercedes to softly remove it. Mercedes? What's wrong, sweetheart?

“Nada, tía. Nomás traigo migraña, no te preocupes.”   Nothing, auntie. Just some migraine, don't worry.

Not looking entirely convinced, Moni nodded and sighed, looking impossibly tired. Mercedes pulled her into a hug and rested her chin on top of her head, her eyes slowly drifting from the dirty dishes in the sink to the green bushes that could be seen through the window.

Namor felt as if he’d stepped on a high-voltage cable and found himself unable to move after hearing the words that left Antonia’s mouth.

You know she’s married, right?

Somehow, that concept and the person it was linked to didn’t seem to make sense together. In his mind, there was no way she could be married. She’d never mentioned it. In all fairness, he had never asked in the first place. She didn’t act like a married woman either. At least not in the last twenty-four hours, or during any of those moments he was sure he’d seen something in her eyes that could barely be considered friendship and not…something else.

Then again, wishful thinking was real. A very real, terrifying possibility.

“Where is…?” He asked once he’d somewhat regained his ability to speak. Shit. He didn’t even know what word…

“He has been away for a while.” Antonia continued, “They met when she was overseeing some business for a drug cartel. But I’m guessing you already knew about that too.”

He didn’t want to turn around. He knew that, if he did, he would have to listen to everything she had to say. He could just go back to the house, convince her to go back to Talokan before nightfall, get soldiers to guard the house day and night despite the risk, and forget all about what he’d just heard, he didn’t need to know. Except he did.

“I can tell you why her name was different in that picture…”

Namor stopped right before turning his neck and furrowed his eyebrows.

“You said you were in the middle of the jungle when you woke up,” He reminded her, “That picture was inside one of the tents,”

When he was met with nothing but a sudden silence, Namor turned around just in time to see a sharp blade about to descend upon his face. Before he could fully process his actions, his self-preservation reflexes kicked in and urged him to counterattack, gripping the attacker’s hand and twisting the arm around with enough strength to redirect the knife’s trajectory right into an astonished Antonia’s stomach.

The woman immediately fell to the floor with a loud thud. Nothing was visible but the handle of the knife and a seemingly endless surge of bright red blood oozed from the injury. As he watched, his earlier words to Mercedes resonated in his mind.

“Whoever did this knew there was going to be a celebration that day and the exact same time at which the noise would be loud enough to camouflage the shooting…

Either that or somebody else told them,”

He cursed under his breath as the realization hit him. In a way, it made some sense. However, even if they weren’t related by blood, Antonia and Mercedes’ chiich had to have been close given how attached both girls had been growing up. But everybody had a breaking point, he knew that. She had reached hers after Mercedes was involved in what happened to Cruz. Everything she’d said was nothing but hateful lies in an attempt to destroy his loyalty to Xmeech. It had to be.

As if he had invoked her with his, her voice calling his name reached his ears, stilling the chaotic tide that drowned his thoughts. However, the effect was short-lived as he realized it was getting closer. Snapping out of his thoughts, the man quickly placed his thumb on the fallen woman’s neck and detected a faint, but existing pulse. Immediately removing the flimsy cotton shirt he’d borrowed, he tore it to shreds and pressed it against her wound.

Namor had to tell the truth. Antonia tried to kill him unaware of his identity. She had harbored so much hatred towards Mercedes that it ultimately led her to sell them out to the enemy, going as far as giving something as priceless as the location of Bawir, their secret haven. Antonia was the person working with them from the inside. There were no further signs of any remaining members of the group that was after them. She didn’t need to stay there any longer. Maybe then she would want to return to Talokan. If only he hadn’t just confessed to almost killing the woman she’d once thought of as a sister.

With a defeated sigh, Namor raised his head to call Mercedes’ name, but the woman emerged from the bushes before he could do so. He felt his heart sink at the sight of Mercedes’ face contorting into a horrified expression, her mouth agape as she ran towards them and knelt next to Antonia

 “What happened? I thought you were supposed to be standing guard together,”

“Hold this,” He instructed her, “Don’t let go. I’ll try to lift her,” 

“Who did this to her?” She insisted. Still, she obeyed as Namor promptly lifted Antonia’s limp body and followed Mercedes, who led them across the jungle and back into town to reach the small clinic.





“What happened?” Mercedes sputtered once they were sitting in the waiting room, staring into Namor’s eyes despondently. She’d managed to call Moni but wanted to get her facts straight before she arrived, not wanting to discuss them in her presence.

“She suggested we split up and watch a side of the house each, and they got to her before I did,” Namor explained, holding her gaze. Silently scrutinizing his face, Mercedes shook her face and clenched her jaw.

“Bullshit,” She spat out, “They got to her before you? I want to know what really happened.”

Namor opened his mouth to speak again, but before he could make up something else to delay telling her the news that would completely shatter the image she had of her childhood friend, Mercedes chimed in again.

“U jaajile’, kän-än,” She hissed, “I want the truth. You promised.”

She was right. That was what they had agreed. To always be honest with each other, even if they knew the truth wouldn’t be well-received. Namor suddenly noticed the large dark circles under her almond-shaped eyes. His gaze drifted down to her exposed shoulders, covered in goosebumps despite the warm atmosphere around them.

“Are you cold?” He asked. Mercedes looked taken aback by the question and once she noticed his eyes were fixed on her skin, she absent-mindedly ran her hands up and down her arms.

“What does that…?”

“Answer me, please,” Namor sternly insisted.

“A little. I haven’t been feeling well since this morning,” Mercedes admitted, “It’s just the sudden climate change.”

While she perceived a glint of intense worry in his eyes, Namor did not press the matter further and simply acknowledged her answer with a nod.

“Do you trust me?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Nearly with no hesitation, Mercedes nodded and scooted slightly closer to him.

“You have to stay here,” He quietly acknowledged, “Take your chiich somewhere safe. I will do my best to find anything on Wexler’s computer that will help us get to them, and then I will find you.”

 “You’re leaving?” She asked, scrutinizing his face in disbelief as she backed away from him, “Now?”

“I just need to let Attuma and Namora know why I’ve been absent for so long,” He explained, “I was supposed to be back nearly a day ago,”

“Does that mean you don’t want me to go back? Can I stay?” She asked in such a hopeful tone that it tore his heart to pieces.

“No, Xmeech. I don’t expect you to return.”

“Can you find out if there has been any progress in decoding the laptop?” She asked tentatively, to which Namor looked away almost ashamedly.

“I don’t think there was, but I will ask.”

“Do you think that will change soon?” The woman insisted. She refused to look into his eyes as if he could somehow peek into her mind and see the conversation between her and that mysterious person that had taken place inside one of those tents back in the jungle. As if he could see she was very much considering it…

His silence did not help his cause at all.

“Let them know you’re okay, but please come back after,” Mercedes pleaded, her mouth pressed in a hard line as she waited for an answer. “If there has been no progress, I will…take my chiich somewhere safe and go back to Talokan with you. To help.”

“Are you sure?” Namor asked no sooner than she had finished her sentence. He could see a glint of hesitation in her eyes and the most selfish side of him beamed when he realized she was struggling to decide even after he had openly granted her freedom. He wondered what kind of cruel person could revel so much in knowing that parting from him, from Talokan, caused her so much pain, “If you’re sure and that’s what you want, you are welcome,”

“Alright. You know where to find us,” Mercedes replied with a soft smile, “As soon as Antonia is out of here…”

“No,” Namor interrupted her so bluntly that she looked at him in slight confusion, “Take your chiich somewhere nobody but you can find her. Do not tell anybody else, not even Moni. Do not trust anybody.”

Before Mercedes could ask anything else and force him to confess whatever he knew, a doctor luckily showed up and asked Mercedes to go with him. As she stood up to leave, the woman turned to look at Namor one more time.

“Wait for me at the house,” She asked, “Don’t leave without letting me know, please?”

“I will see you later, Xmeech,” Namor nodded with a wistful grin as he turned to leave the hospital.





The doctors said Antonia had been very lucky. Despite having lost a fair amount of blood, they had managed to stabilize her and expected her to make a slow but full recovery since the stab had barely touched any important organs. Moni let Mercedes know she would stay with her daughter for the night and sent her back to the house. Deep inside, Mercedes couldn’t help but wonder whether this had re-opened an old injury regarding having a member of her family hurt or nearly killed because of Mercedes. However, she didn’t want to probe further into that and quietly obeyed and walked back to the house. The woman allowed herself to freely enjoy the unbridled relief that washed over her at knowing that Namor was waiting for her there. For once, she even actively tried to avoid fighting the smile that crept up her face as she reached the small cottage.

Mercedes quietly opened the door and walked inside, surprised to find the house in utter darkness. After giving it some thought, she remembered he was probably used to inhabiting poorly lit grottos and might’ve felt more comfortable in the dark. She promptly ran upstairs and peeked through the door of her bedroom, finding nobody but a sleeping chiich inside. Tiptoeing next to the bed, she smiled at the asleep woman and, as she leaned down to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, noticed a shiny object resting on the nightstand.

It was a round, smooth, metallic bead. Mercedes carefully picked it up and admired it under the dim moonlight.  

“Te dejó un pedacito de Sol,” He left you a tiny piece of the Sun

Chiich’s sleepy voice startled Mercedes so much that she almost dropped the shiny pearl. Baffled, the woman lifted an eyebrow and stared down at her grandmother inquisitively.

“Tet decía que K’uk’ulkan servía al Sol,” She continued, resting her head against the soft pillow, “Y que me durmiera o me elegiría para acompañarlo en su viaje de regreso al mundo de abajo,” Tet used to say that K'uk'ulkan served the Sun, and that I had to go to sleep or he would pick me to accompany him on his journey back to the underworld.

“El mundo de abajo es precioso, chiich,” Mercedes replied, sitting on the bed next to her, “Pero ahora tengo que asegurarme de que no les pase nada,” The underworld is beautiful, chiich. But now I have to make sure nothing happens to you.

“Se fue sin ti al mundo de abajo, Na’,” Chiich stated, but instead of seeming relieved or happy the elderly woman looked utterly sad, “Tenía que cuidar a mi Xmeech,” He left for the underworld without you, Na'. He had to look after my Xmeech.

“¿Y quién te va a cuidar a ti?” Mercedes laughed softly, “Va a volver pronto.” And who's going to look after you? He's coming back soon anyway.

“No va a volver,” Chiich shook her head negatively, “K’uk’ulkan se fue con el sol,” He's not coming back. K'uk'ulkan left with the Sun.

“Sí. Y va a volver mañana con el sol también,” Yes. And he will return tomorrow with the Sun, too.

“No,” The elderly woman insisted, “Le pedí que se no se fuera. Le dije que lo necesitabas, Na’.” No. I asked him not to go. I told him you needed him.

“¡Chiich!” Mercedes angrily whispered as she stood up, a line appearing between her eyebrows as she folded her arms apprehensively, “¿Y como por qué le dijiste algo así?” Chiich! Why would you tell him something like that?

Barely perceiving she had done something to upset her, Chiich didn’t answer and simply studied the other woman’s face with an innocent smile.

“Bueno, ¿y qué dijo?” Mercedes asked impatiently, which immediately turned the elderly woman’s grin upside down. Well, and what did he say?

“Sólo se rió. Dijo que desde el inicio, de algún modo, él siempre te había necesitado más a ti. Y que tenía que irse a cuidar a mi Xmeech. Se despidió de mí. Me dijo que te dijera adiós.” He just laughed. He said that from the beginning, in some way, he always needed you more. And that he had to leave to look after my Xmeech. He told me to tell you goodbye.

Mercedes’ mouth fell open as her eyes left her grandmother’s face to look at the still-open door leading to the hall. Hurriedly assuring her she’d be back, the woman left her seat and rushed into every room inside the house, searching for her kän-än. Her guardian. Her guardian that had left without saying goodbye, without giving her some certainty on when she’d see him again.

If. If she saw him again.

Mercedes rejected that thought as soon as it entered her mind. He wouldn’t leave and leave them to their fate like that. She was certain he would come back.

But that could take months. Mercedes had gone into hiding for extended periods before. Hell, half of her life she’d been hiding along with her family, why did it upset her so much now?

Because you won’t see him, a tiny voice in her head said scornfully. If he had told you he’d be back in six months, would you be freaking out this much?

No. Because there would be a deadline. A day to look forward to, not this uncertainty. She wouldn’t spend days wondering if it would take years to see him again. All this time she had felt they were doing this together, that she counted on his support and, no matter how disgustingly soft it sounded, his protection. Now she was on her own again. And she hated it.

Mercedes looked out of the window, her gaze fixed on the thick canopy and the darkness underneath it. It was a perfect hideout. A perfect place to spy on somebody, or talk without being seen. Not even five minutes later, she was running out of the house. Mercedes stood in front of the trees as an ominous gust of wind caressed its leaves, making them whisper. Convinced she was being watched, she looked around before undauntingly making her way into the jungle.





Namor could’ve flown. He could’ve made the journey in such a short time, but he decided against it after accepting there were many things he wanted to think about before reaching his destination. It had been one hell of an eventful day. The many things he had been hiding from Mercedes were eating him alive. The fact that her cousin was confined to a hospital bed with a stab wound because of him, and also that she was the one that had betrayed her in the first place or the knowledge that their attempts to recover the information from the thrashed laptop were not going well at all. What would she think of him if she knew how badly he hoped there had been no progress since they left so she would have to go back? As he numbered all the secrets he kept from her, Namor briefly looked at something he was holding in his hand before releasing one long sigh. He was protecting her. In his mind, he always tried to convince himself that all of that he was doing to protect her. Namor knew that if there was some way to just whisk her away, leave everything that pained her behind, and make everything better…he would do it in a heartbeat, but the title invested in him by his people was the only godly thing about him. Even with all his power, some things were beyond him. He couldn’t take a look inside her mind, see if she was as desperate as he was to see all the things inside his mind that had her name tattooed on them.

She had to know. Nobody kisses somebody else like that unless they knew something, or hoped the other one did. The Talokanil pressed his lips together as the memory of her lips on his haunted him for the millionth time in a frustratingly short time.

He would tell her everything. He swore to himself that he would ease her into everything he’d kept from her once they were back in Talokan, even if that meant…

Namor’s inner dialogue stopped the minute the possibility of her leaving his side came into play. He tried finishing the sentence again. He would tell her absolutely everything even if it meant… The man stopped walking and angrily ran a hand across his face when a noise interrupted his third attempt.

It was his name. One of his many names and now perhaps his favorite, called by a voice that made him terrified of what would happen the day he stopped putting up so much resistance to the effects it had on him.  Like right then, when he turned around as alert as if he was bracing for the impact of an assailant just to release every bit of air in his lungs the second she entered his range of vision. Even if she looked as if she was about to tear his face off.

Mercedes practically ran into Namor, pushing him away with all her strength. He took a step backwards despite not having felt anything.

“What the fuck are you doing?” She yelled at him, “Were you going to leave? I told you not to leave without letting me know! Do you think that telling my senile grandmother ‘hey say goodbye to her for me’ would be enough?”

“What?” Was all that left his lips as he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“Yeah, she told me, and here’s your stupid farewell gift,” She took the vibranium bead out of her pocket and shoved it against his chest, “I don’t give a shit if you’re used to doing things in your own time, we had a deal, and that was that you’d let me know before you left, then tell me when you’d come back,”

“Mercedes, I’m…” He tried to explain himself just to be immediately shut down.

“No, no, I don’t care how you’re going to justify it. I…you’re very helpful. You’re too helpful. And I hate that you always seem to lift a weight off my shoulders and I shouldn’t be okay with that, but I’d rather hate myself for needing your help than not having it.”

“So is that all you want from me? Help?” He asked, lifting an eyebrow.

“Wait, no, I didn’t mean it like that…” She immediately tried to apologize.

“Was it help all you were seeking on the tree?” Namor asked in such a blunt, straightforward way that now it was she who nearly stumbled backwards.

“A lot has happened since then,” He continued, not moving from where he stood, “And we haven’t had the chance to properly talk about it.”

Mercedes shifted her weight from one foot to the other awkwardly. Not lowering her gaze despite the violent shift of color on her face was a feat of sheer strong will. Fearing an uncomfortable silence more than whatever that conversation could have in store for her, she cleared her throat and gave a step forward.

“Okay. What about it?”

“Why did you do it?” Namor asked, unfazed,

Just the first question and it already appeared to be the hardest to answer, judging by the shift in the woman’s demeanor and how her eyes drifted to the side for the first time in the conversation.

“I don’t know,” was the disappointing answer. The Talokanil man scoffed and this time lifted both his eyebrows as he got even closer, carefully scrutinizing Mercedes’ face.

“Xmeech, you once told me that you thought I looked into people’s eyes to see if they were lying, remember?” Once she nodded, he continued speaking, “The truth is, I only did it with you. And not because I want to catch you in a lie.”

Noticing how she avoided looking at him as if she’d been caught in the act and to further prove his point, Namor gently grabbed her chin and turned her face to look at him, going as far as cupping her face with his hand to keep her from moving it away again.

“I already know two things about you. You are either a very smart person who calculates her every movement or you’re a reckless madwoman who completely disregards her own safety, there’s no in between with you. And your eyes tell me who you are right then. I can see if you’ve completely planned out everything that’s going on, or if you’re just taking a leap of faith.”

“So…you knew I intended to get you drunk that night so I could escape?” She asked in an attempt to ease the tension with a joke that accomplished nothing but quirking up the corner of his mouth for a moment.

“I didn’t then. Now I realize you knew perfectly well what you were doing, just like I know that that night on top of the tree was a mere impulse.”

“If you know it was just an impulse,” Mercedes quietly replied, “What do you want from me?”

His hand left her face to slide behind her neck, pulling her forward and leaning down to end with his forehead pressed against hers and his eyes closed shut.

“I want to know where it came from and if you would do it again.”

What followed was an impossible silence. Even the insects and other noises of the jungle went quiet around them, or so it seemed to Namor as the only sound that reached his ears was his own heart as it echoed inside his chest when he stopped feeling her skin against his.

He didn’t really know what to expect. Maybe a soft and hesitant brush of lips, which was more than enough. Perhaps she would just breathe on his lips and then back down. Even the possibility of being harshly slapped crossed his mind and would’ve made perfect sense. Being roughly pulled forward not for a kiss but for a hug as sobs flooded his ears was far beyond anything he’d imagined. It wasn’t until he opened his eyes in confusion that he witnessed how frantically she was pulling herself closer to him, burying her nose in his neck and clasping her arms behind his neck as she stood on her tiptoes. Almost on instinct, he snaked his arms around her waist and held her just as tightly against his chest, feeling her irregular breaths as she struggled to keep more sobs from coming out. Mercedes peeled herself off him and, letting out a relieved, breathless laugh, leaned forward to kiss him again. This time she didn’t give a shit about whether he could feel her shaking like a leaf. Willingly letting every emotion rush through her, she pressed her lips against his over and over and over, not even aiming for his mouth anymore and not caring if they landed on his cheek or his eyes a couple of times. When she ran out of breath, Mercedes once again found solace resting her chin on his shoulder as he gently placed a hand soothingly on her hair.  

“I’m not ready to be away from you,” She admitted, his flush skin against her mouth muffling her words causing her to move away from him to speak properly, “That’s all I can give to you right now.”

“Does that mean you’re coming with me?” He cautiously asked, holding her face in his hands as he looked at her expectantly.

“We’re not done yet. That shitty computer is our best shot at finding those assholes and I will even if it’s the last thing I do. Even if you had left me behind, I know where to find you.”

 “I did mean to go back,” Namor quickly explained in a more serious tone, “Your grandmother must have misunderstood me when I told her I was going back to you because…well, she thinks you already are in the underworld, so I thought it was best to act accordingly. I only went back to explain my absence.”

As he spoke, Namor closed his fist tightly around a tiny, elongated object inside his hand and concealed it by folding his arms.

“I already placed my family somewhere safe,” Mercedes spoke, briefly glancing to the side, “If we hurry, we should be reaching the ocean before sunrise.”

With a nod, Namor gave her a lopsided grin, which she returned before he turned around to walk in the opposite direction. The minute his gaze was off her, Mercedes pressed her lips into a thin line and diverted her eyes to a small cut on her forearm that, fortunately, he hadn’t noticed. While it was covered by cauterized tissue, she could still feel the awkward metallic bump under it and, if one looked very carefully and knew what to look for, the faint light of the tracker was barely visible.

The Translations:

Tet: Lacandon Mayan. Father



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[longeyelashedtragedy]

10. three favourite Halloween/spooky songs

11. three favourite songs from movie or TV series soundtrack

10. three favourite Halloween/spooky songs

u ask this of an old misfits person...

"the howl" by samhain...the classic with classic opening lines... there is a human slaughterhouse/up on the hill/the road is red thanx danzig

torquemada 71 - electric wizard (this band is...Music for Fucking)

helena by the 90s misfits...hear me out, this version of the misfits was often an abomination, but everyone can't help but enjoy this one and i'm not immune (especially when they randomly rip off some metallica song in the middle for reasons unknown)

runner up: mommy can i go out and kill tonight by the real misfits

bonus runner up: foolish grief by mourning noise...another north jersey horror punk band that was so good but never made it!

11. three favourite songs from movie or TV series soundtrack

"lady marmalade" from moulin rouge is SO obviously the #1 FOREVER that i also can't count it--just wanted to let it be known

the cup of loneliness by george jones, famously used on mad men

bring it on home by sonny boy williamson, from mulholland drive

si no te hubieras ido by marco antonio solis, from y tu mamá también

[mrsdarcyy]

Luciérnaga

Cuando te veo, pasan muchas cosas por mi cabeza. Pienso en lo bonito que te ves cuando te quedas pensando, en lo amable que eres con todas las personas, en tus ojos tan preciosos y en lo mucho que me gusta pasar tiempo contigo.

Y aunque la mayoría de las veces pienso en puras cosas bonitas, a veces es inevitable no pensar en cosas tristes. De verdad a veces no logro entender como un ser humano tan bueno pudo sufrir tanto en su pasado. Se me rompe el corazón cuando me cuentas anécdotas tristes sobre tu infancia o adolescencia. Y me suelo preguntar el porqué tuviste que pasar por todo eso, solo. Solito sin poder contarle a nadie por lo que estabas pasando. No puedo ni imaginarme la fuerza que tuviste que tener y la actitud que debiste tomar para enfrentar esas situaciones tan complicadas. Sé que ya te he dicho en muchas ocasiones esto, pero es que en serio te admiro tanto. Admiro que no hayas permitido que tus vivencias te quitaran esa alegría y positividad que te caracterizan. Porque cuando te he llegado a contar cosas muy tristes que me han pasado, siempre le encuentras el lado positivo y eso es algo que amo de ti. Amo que a pesar de que has visto lo difícil que puede ser la vida, lloras y después te levantas. Amo que aunque has visto la maldad de los seres humanos en su máxima expresión, tú sigas creyendo que hay bondad en todas las personas. Amo esa capacidad que tienes para adaptarte a diferentes circunstancias, aunque en ocasiones sean muy complejas.

Por lo que me has contado, sé que te ha costado mucho ser la persona que eres hoy. Pero quiero que sepas que te celebro, celebro que hayas logrado salir de esa depresión, celebro que hayas perdonado a esas personas que te dañaron y celebro tu existencia. No sé si alguna vez has dimensionado el impacto que tiene tu presencia en este mundo pero yo te lo diré. El hecho de que te levantes una mañana de domingo, alegra al pequeño de Maxi porque sabe que va a recibir cariños de tu parte y que le vas a dar de comer. El que me mandes un mensaje de buenos días provoca que sonría aunque a veces no tenga motivos para hacerlo. El que te ofrezcas para ayudarle a algún amigo o amiga a hacer cualquier cosa, les causa felicidad porque saben que pueden contar contigo. El hecho de que acompañes a tu mamá al mandado, le hace sentir dicha de que su hijo pase tiempo de calidad con ella. El que uses tus capacidades y habilidades para acompañar a esas personas que están pasando por momentos difíciles, es algo muy bello. Yo me quedo maravillada por la pasión que tienes hacia tu carrera y soy muy feliz de ver la emoción que expresas cuando vas a dar terapia. Mi corazón se deleita cuando me cuentas sobre tus pasiones.

Sé que a lo largo de tu vida, te han hecho sentir que no eres suficiente. Y que eso ha provocado que tu autoestima y confianza estén por los suelos. Pero quiero contarte un pequeño secreto... En la vida siempre habrá ese tipo de personas. Estarán en el trabajo, en la escuela, en un grupo de amigos y en la familia. Y sé que es complicado saber que las personas más cercanas a ti, pueden ser los que más te dañen. Posiblemente te preguntarás el porqué y la respuesta radica en que son seres humanos que se equivocan y que fallan. Pueden redimirse y pedir perdón cuando cometieron un error pero eso también tiene que reflejarse en sus acciones. Sé que el amor que sientes por tus seres queridos, es muy grande, pero jamás dejes que ese amor por ellos te ciegue. No permitas que abusen de tu bondad y de tus buenas intenciones.

Puedo afirmar con toda seguridad, que eres el ser humano con más luz que he visto en mi vida. Antes de conocerte yo me encontraba en completa oscuridad y vivía por pura inercia. Y luego, llegaste tú. Nunca te he dicho esto pero, yo te relaciono con una luciérnaga. Y es porque yo estaba pasando por momentos muy complejos donde todo era borroso y oscuro, y de pronto vi una luz muy tenue y pequeña. Ese eras tú entrando a mi vida y conforme seguíamos conociéndonos, esa luz seguía aumentando su tamaño. Y hasta el día de hoy, sigue creciendo. Fuiste luz en medio de la oscuridad y estoy muy agradecida contigo porque con tu presencia me has hecho comprender cosas que antes no, me has hecho ver otra perspectiva de la vida y me has hecho la mujer más dichosa del mundo.

Eres mi luciérnaga en medio del oscuro bosque, eres mi rayito de sol cuando está nublado y eres como un faro en medio del mar. Gracias por llegar a iluminar mi vida.

[gyusimp]

Son las dos y media de la mañana y lo vi como el mejor momento para mandar esto, holi.

Así que sobre JGMAR, estoy segura de haberte dicho esto antes, pero sí, me causaste un trauma con Nezuko xd, ahora solo puedo verla como una cosita bonita pasivo-agresiva a la que definitivamente no me gustaría encontrar.

Yo solo necesito saber sobre su reacción a la infidelidad de su cuñada, para ella estuvo clarísimo desde el primer momento y pienso que estuvo muy arrepentida de no haberle dicho a Tanjiro cuando lo tuvo en su casa, si se enteró sobre los detalles aún peor, porque sentiría que podría haberle evitado presenciar una escena tan ¿asquerosa? ¿Impactante? Incluso si al final solo hubieran terminado peleando por su insistencia con un poco de suerte, la duda se hubiera quedado en su hermano.

La imagino realmente feliz al enterarse del divorcio, siempre tuvo la razón ¿pero a que costo? Xd

Representación de como veo a Nezuko.

Aún no lo vuelvo a leer, pero justo ahora recordé una de las cosas que olvidé cuando estaba comentando en AO3. Por un momento yo de verdad creí que cuando Gyutaro llegó a nuestra casa a devolvernos la ropa interior,  en mi mente estaba la posibilidad de Tanjiro que por curiosidad (o lo que sea) ha mirado por la mirilla en el momento menos conveniente y lo tendríamos preguntando sobre lo que Gyutaro nos dio en el momento en que abriéramos de nuevo la puerta. No sé porque, pero lo recordé de pronto xd

En fin, lo que tiene esto de sobre pensar lo que quiero escribir me ha llevado a estar poco más de una hora escribiendo y borrando, lo dejaré antes de decidir que es demasiado y que debo volver a resumir y replantear xd

(I'll reply to this answer in spanish, so use ur translator lol and it's a bit long so, sorry 😅)

Ok, primero que nada gracias por hacer una pregunta acerca de JGMAR, eres un rayo de sol puro ✨.

Entonces, Tanjiro llegó a su casa alteradísimo luego de haber visto lo que vió, él estaba con demasiados sentimientos encontrados y luego de llorar y gritar un rato solo tuvo fuerzas para hablar con su mamá a solas. Nezuko estaba muy asustada y preocupada sobre lo fuerte que tendría que ser lo que le ocurrió a su hermano para que él se encontrara en ese estado asi que los nervios no la dejaron pensar en la situación más obvia.

Kie no le dijo nada al respecto a sus demás hijos por respeto a Tanjiro y ellos tampoco iban a ir directo a preguntarle. Esa noche en su casa, Nezuko no podía dormir pensando en qué habría pasado y dando vuelta y vuelta a sus pensamientos se le prendió el foco y pensó que sus sospechas podrían haber sido ciertas. Dejó que pasaran unos 2 días y ella fue a hablar con Tanjiro a la casa de su familia (porque estaba preocupada y también quería chismecito xD) entonces Tanjiro tratando de no llorar otra vez le contó a Nezuko lo que pasó esa tarde cuando él llegó a su casa.

Nezuko también estaba asqueada, no solo por imaginar lo que Tanjiro vió sino por saber con el tipo tan feo con el que estabas haciendo un sin fin de cosas en la casa en donde vivías con su hermano. Ella también tuvo sentimientos encontrados pero principalmente estaba super encabronada y con toda razón pensaba y ahora afirmaba que tú eras una puta. Quería darte la putiza del siglo y si se podía al feo también pero Tanjiro no la dejó acercarse a tu apartamento o a su casa cuando estuvieras ahí porque él no quería agrandar el problema.

Ella se sentía super mal de no haberle dicho a Tanjiro de sus sospechas ese día en su casa pero como no estaba al 100% segura sabía que Tanjiro se iba a poner terco porque ella no tenía pruebas y se iban a terminar peleando, Tanjiro te lo iba a decir y entonces ahora que tú sabías que ella sospechaba de tí ibas a mantener la guardia alta y a cuidar todo lo que hacías y eso era lo que ella no quería. Ella quería dejar pasar un poquito más de tiempo haciéndose la estúpida contigo para conseguir pruebas y completar ese 10% que le hacía falta pero lamentablemente no le dió tiempo y pasó el desvergue que pasó.

Cuando Nezuko se enteró de que ustedes se iban a divorciar estaba brincando de la felicidad, lo único que le molestaba y no podía creer era que tú le habías pedido el divorcio a Tanjiro y no él a tí (porque a la vista de la familia de Tanjiro, obviamente él iba a ser la víctima siempre y tu la puta que le arruinó la vida).

Ahora, cuando Gyutaro llegó ese día a la casa lo hizo puramente por chingar xD bien te pudo haber dado los chones otro día que se vieran pero no, el señor quería tener el mayor contacto posible con Tanjiro porque por alguna razón él si quería que alguien los descubriera y cuanto antes mejor.

Entonces, Tanjiro fue a abrir la puerta como el buen esposo que es y no sospechó nada de Gyutaro porque jamás en su vida lo había visto y como tú trabajas de freelance con varias empresas pues a veces tus clientes te iban a buscar a tu casa, por eso el solecito te dejó salir sin pena.

Tampoco iría a ver por la mirilla o la ventana porque Tanjiro tiene (tenía xD) una confianza grandísima en tí asi que jamás sospechó nada malo contigo, ni siquiera cuando él estaba de viaje pensaba que tú lo pudieras engañar. En su mente, te relajabas estando sola en la casa tipo yendo al spa o a arreglarte las uñas, de compras o cosas asi (cuando en realidad jugabas a la basurita con el Gyutaro, tu te tirabas y él te recogía xD okno) pero en si, Tanjiro confiaba plenamente en tí y aparte él es MUY inocente asi que esa idea jamás, créeme, jamás pasó por su dura cabecita.

Eso era todo verdad? XD muchas gracias por tu pregunta, me ENCANTA aclarar cosas y explicar detalles de mis vainas como si fuera una mangaka o escritora famosa alv 🤧 espero haber aclarado tus dudas y si tienes otra (se que las solicitudes están cerradas, pero me vale brga xD) haz cuantas quieras que yo te las respondo uwu.

Te me cuidas corazón y que tengas bonito día/tarde/noche 💖

[ghqstfqce]

¡Hola! Espero que te encuentres bien y tengas un excelente día. Tengo un pedido, ¿Podrías hacer headcannons para Danny Johnson con un Lector que es su mejor amigo@ de la infancia, pero se tuvieron que separar porque Lector tuvo que mudarse y después se reencuentran cuando Danny ya es Ghostface? + Lector era el crush de la infancia de Danny (Algo así estaría bien, también si es posible me gustaría que no se especifique el género del lector)

Warnings || Mención de asesinatos. Leve comportamiento obsesivo y posesivo. Acoso, es Danny. Mención de peleas. No se si algo de esta relación cuenta como suavidad, lol. Puede ser tanto platónico como romántico, tómenselo como gusten, pero Danny quiere ser más que amigos. Use el genérico masculino al hablar de Danny y Reader, pero use Ellx como pronombres.

Pairing || Danny "Jed Olsen" Johnson x GN ! Reader

WA || 1k.

Notas de Autor || Ok, solo decidí ponerme a escribir antes de tiempo solo por esta solicitud. Amo muchísimo a Danny, es uno de mis cuatro asesinos favoritos de DBD, si pudiera, me casaría con este hombre.

¿Crees que este hombre desarrolló su insana actividad de acosar siendo ya mayor? No, siendo un niño también era algo fisgón en la vida de sus vecinos. Se aburría con rapidez, pero las miradas persistentes a las ventanas ajenas ahí estaba.

Hasta que te mudaste al vecindario y oh, sorpresa, la casa junto a la suya. Contrario a sus espionajes anteriores, el tuyo fue constante, estaba tan intrigado en ti, tu persona, tu vida y todo lo que te rodeará.

Le tomó un tiempo antes de acercarse, primero tuvo que asegurarse de espantar a los demás niños que querían ser tus amigos y no era tan difícil, Danny ya era considerado un pequeño bicho raro ante todos, que se agregarán algunas amenazas no hizo daño.

Tú yo inconsciente tomó todo lo que Danny quiso ofrecerte, nadie quería ser tu amigo más que este agradable chico de al lado, somos mejores amigos ahora.

Irían de un lado a otro siempre juntos, estaban casi pegados por la cadera y aunque tu papá se sentía preocupado, sus madres no podrían evitar estar tan felices y enternecidas por sus interacciones.

Danny siempre te defendía de los niños mayores cuando éstos querían un pequeño saco de boxeo, te ayudaba con tu tarea aunque fuera un grado más arriba y recorrían el camino de la escuela de ida y de regreso, siempre tomados de la mano.

Danny te invitaría a dormir a su casa o tú a la tuya, no importaba dónde, pero Danny no se separaba de ti, al menos que sus padres dijeran o hicieran lo contrario y aún así, Danny se enfurruñaria hasta que volvieras a su lado.

Su rutina no cambió nunca, simplemente fueron creciendo y Danny tendría pensamientos más oscuros, los cuales tú escucharías alegremente y sin querer, alentarias dichas ideas.

Al principio no lo sabría, pero conforme crecían, Danny se daba cuenta que te quería mucho más que para mantener una amistad y aunque si por él fuera estarían juntos desde los 10, sabía que debía esperar.

Solo que sus planes se vieron quemados frente a él cuando corriste llorando a decirle que te mudabas. Él no lo creía, sólo te veía y te sujetaba sin fuerza alguna. No podías irte, eras suyx para estar juntos y conservar, eso era imposible.

Hasta que a la mañana siguiente se quedó en la banqueta frente a tu casa, esperando, esperando y esperando, hasta que su mamá tuvo que llevarlo a la escuela.

Danny no aceptará nunca esto, pero tu partida agravó todos los problemas que ya tenía y aunque ha logrado disimularlos con el tiempo, aún está tan resentido con tus padres por separarte de él.

Aquí hay dos posibilidades de reencuentro, que fueras tomadx por la Entidad o que se encontrarán en Roseville.

Si es en Roseville, podrías reconocerlo inmediatamente, estabas por atenderlo a él y sus compañeros de oficina en el restaurante para el que trabajabas, cuando reconociste ese cabello y algunos rasgos del niño que fue tu amigo de infancia.

Estabas listx para llamarlo por su nombre, hasta que escuchaste a uno de los hombres llamarlo Jed, estabas tan confundidx pero segurx de que era él, pero lo descartaste como ideas tuyas.

Él no, él vio como estabas por hablar, como esa D resbalaba de tu lengua y como tu sonrisa disminuye a algo falso, solo servicio al cliente.

Tomó todo de él para no tomarte ahí mismo y llevarte a su casa, lo quería tanto. Habías estado años lejos de él, no permitiría más tiempo separados.

Después de ese día en el restaurante, ni podías dejar de sentir que alguien te observaba y aunque muchos en tu lugar estarían asustados, tú no. Algo en tus recuerdos infantiles te decía que así te sentiste antes de conocer a Danny, así que, ¿Danny estaba cerca? Esperabas qué si.

Claro, lo último que esperabas era terminar con un asesino en serie sobre ti, presionando un cuchillo contra tu cuello, todo mientras su mano libre te acariciaba con tanta vehemencia. No podía creerlo, su (T/N) estaba aquí, habías vuelto a sus brazos.

Nuevamente, tu reacción no fue la más cuerda, pero cuando dicho asesino se quitaba su máscara para dejarte ver al hombre de otro día, no, no al hombre; al chico que dejaste atrás hace tantos años en otro pueblo en Florida, no podías evitar abalanzarte para abrazarlo.

Danny estaba confundido, tan confundido. ¿No gritos? ¿No preguntas? ¿No te defenderías?

Pero aún así, no podía evitar sentirse tan cálido por dentro, sabía que eras especial, cuando lo escuchabas hablar de sangre y cuerpos de pequeño con solo una pequeña sonrisa en tu rostro o palabras distraídas de aliento, eras para él.

¿Se reencuentran en el reino de la Entidad? Oh, chico, espero que Danny este preparado, porque no dejaras que un idiota en un traje de Halloween te atormente cuando acabas de llegar a un lugar desconocido.

Si su primer encuentro fuera en tu primer juicio, no sé arriesgara a quitar su máscara. No estará ya en el mundo real, pero ninguno de esos imbéciles, aparte de ti, merece ver su rostro.

Estará molesto porque eres muy buenx tirando de tus golpes, pero disfrutará la persecución y podrá dejarlo pasar porque aún no sabes quien está bajo la máscara, le emociona como no dudas en burlarte de él y golpearlo si es necesario.

Al principio su relación será un poco amor-odio o de amor duro. Estas tan molesto, no ves a Danny desde que tienes 11 años y la pequeña mierda cree que puede apuñalarte, estas cabreadx. Si, podrá ser obligado por dicha Entidad, pero también sabes que lo disfruta, si es que sus pensamientos no cambiaron desde que eran niños.

Él te buscaría todos los días cerca de la fogata, al inicio tratas de ignorarlo, hasta que sus lloriqueos se hacen molestos y los demás supervivientes no dudan en lanzarte miradas sucias(las cuales no pasarán desapercibidas para él, nadie mira mal a su (T/N)).

Su relación volverá a iniciar con algunas dificultades, pero no duda que caerán en las viejas costumbres, después de todo, sigue siendo el Danny que conociste hace tanto, solo ya mayor.