a/n â this turned out longer than i expected it 2 honestly & idk how 2 feel abt how i ended it *or the whole thing in general lmfao* but itâs been sitting in my drafts all day so here it is. i havenât written anything in months + literally never written in 2nd person pov so i really hope this doesnât completely suck </3 but if any1 wants 2 request something iâm down 2 write it!! ALSO this is dt the anon who told me theyâd want 2 read it <3 :* okay bye enjoy
i log back in every couple of months and canât believe i still get notifications from this đđđđ was on my mind bc iâm currently re watching narcos mexico
I absolutely love you writing style and portrayal of RamĂłn! Waiting for part 2 of Prohibido bc I need more MĂłn stories in my life <3
whoever this is tysm i appreciate it sm! đ„čđ„č
but hey yâallâŠ. how yâall doin đ«Ł sorry for disappearing again lmao đ but if anyone still wants that part 2 iâll finish writing it and upload it. just lmk!!
Hi! just wanted to say Proibido is perfect !<333 you captured RamĂłn and how I imagine he would act when in love really well. I'm looking forward to see the getway to Oaxaca and the drama that will certainly unfold once Chapito learns of it jdsjdsjdsjds.
some of these asks r so sweet tho like đ„Č iâm glad u liked it + my portrayal of mĂłn!! iâm def going for a very romeo/juliet type thing lol so just wait 4 that!! idk when the 2nd part will be up but hopefully by friday <3 tysm muah
u full filled my forbidden love running away with ramĂłn fantasy so iâm really hoping thereâs part 2 đ
im back yâall lol iâm so sorry lmfaooo i ainât shit đđđ i promised a part 2 n then just disappeared. & i *had* actually started the 2nd but then i left on a trip to mexico and i was over there all of december w family n i was too distracted to have time to write. & then i got back and was just sad abt being back in the states lmao </3 & iâve been dealing w other shit like college but iâm back 4 good!!! so expect a part 2 soon
a/n â this turned out longer than i expected it 2 honestly & idk how 2 feel abt how i ended it *or the whole thing in general lmfao* but itâs been sitting in my drafts all day so here it is. i havenât written anything in months + literally never written in 2nd person pov so i really hope this doesnât completely suck </3 but if any1 wants 2 request something iâm down 2 write it!! ALSO this is dt the anon who told me theyâd want 2 read it <3 :* okay bye enjoy
you smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles in your skirt, staring upwards into the large led sign that illuminated half the block. ROXANNE. with a sigh, you follow your older brother and cochi towards the entrance, voicing your complaints once again.
âno entiendo que hacemos aquĂ, joaquĂn. no que traes bronca con estos tipos? ademĂĄs, dijiste que ya Ăbamos pa la casa.â [i donât understand why weâre here, joaquĂn. donât you have beef with these guys? plus, you said we were going home already.] you cross your arms, glaring.
he completely cuts off the line, whispering something inaudible to the security, who gives the three of you once overs before unclasping the velvet rope and stepping aside.
you follow the two men inside, a frown on your face as you hear the music at full blast and take in the amount of people packed inside the disco. you look around, trying to find a section that isnât as crowded and to your surprise, itâs the bar that isnât surrounded by everyone.
you place a hand on your brotherâs shoulder, practically yelling over the music that youâre gonna go get something to drink.
he nods, ââta bueno, solo no te me pierdas chamaca. allĂ estĂĄ amado, no me tardo.â [itâs alright, just donât go getting lost, kid. thereâs amado, i wonât take long.]
you roll your eyes whilst smiling and nod before making your way over. one of the bartender immediately takes notice of you, offering to make you a drink.
ânomas agua, por favor,â [only water, please.] you smile politely, handing him two bills.
he nods, quickly setting a glass of water with a straw in front of you before moving on to serve others.
a couple minutes go by, you sipping on the cool water occasionally as you observe everyone. chapo and cochi are still seated with amado, drinks in hand as they all discuss something. though you notice your brotherâs eyes turn to you from time to time, making sure youâre okay. everyone around them is dancing, laughing, generally having a good time. no doubt many of them high out of their minds, as well as drunk.
just as your gaze is shifting upwards to the second level, a woman who looks like a waiter approaches you, tray in hand. she sets a glass of which you presume is alcohol in front of you, smiling.
âdisculpeââ [excuse meâ]
she cuts you off before you can get another word out. âte lo manda ramĂłn,â [ramĂłn sent it.] she smiles once again, motioning for a second to the upper level before walking off. you scoff to yourself. right, like you were supposed to know who that was.
still puzzled, you look up, immediately locking eyes with who you have no doubt is this so-called ramĂłn. heâs leaning against the balcony, beer in hand, a small smirk on his face as he looks at you intently. it almost feels like heâs staring into your soul, and while it unsettles you, you canât help but find it... attractive? you have to admit, heâs handsomeâlong dark hair, seemingly tall, intense eyes. while you were busy watching everyone else in the club, he had caught sight of you.
you realize youâve been looking directly at him a little too long, quickly turning away and picking up the drink to take a sip. but before you know it, heâs walking down the steps, towards you.
his voice catches you off guard despite you expecting him, almost making you jump out of your skin. ânunca te he visto por aquĂ. como te llamas?â [iâve never seen you around here. whatâs your name?]
you turn to face him, looking up to meet his eyes. his face is more clear now, and you realize heâs even more attractive up close. his eyes are a deep brown and he has a slightly long, pointed nose, but itâs cute. you can also see his barely-there facial hair from this proximity, which suits himâmakes him look a little more mature, despite his baby face.
you give him a shy smile, purposely dodging the second question with your short reply, âno soy de por aquĂ. sĂłlo ando visitando con mi hermano.â [iâm not from around here. iâm just visiting with my brother.]
he looks more intrigued, a flirtatious smile appearing on his face. âcon tu hermano? entonces no tienes novio?â [with your brother? so you donât have a boyfriend?]
a small laugh escapes your mouth as you shake your head. âno, no tengo novio.â [no, i donât have a boyfriend.]
ramĂłnâs smile widens upon hearing your laugh. âenserio? estando tan chula y ningĂșn pendejo ha intentado hacerte su novia?â [seriously? being as gorgeous as you are and no dumbass has tried to take you out?]
the hand on your arm snapped you out of your thoughts, making you look up to a slightly concerned ramĂłn. âoye, âtĂĄs bien?â [hey, you okay?]
âsi, disculpa⊠sĂłloââ [yeah, sorry⊠itâs justâ] you donât even get a chance to try to explain who you are before your brother is yelling, pushing past the crowds of people to get to the two of you, making a fucking scene. ramĂłnâs expression goes from confused to furious in only a matter of seconds, all with his hand still on your arm.
despite ramĂłn being livid, he laughs in chapoâs face. âno pues como iba saber si no se parecen pa nada, ta bien buena tu hermanita. como iba pensar que eras tu su hermano, pinche feo chaparro.â [no well how was i supposed to know if you donât look alike at all? your little sisterâs fine as hell. how was i gonna think you were her brother, you ugly short fuck.]
ramĂłnâs attention is back on you when he hears you let out a wince of pain as you nudge chapo, whoâs now fuming. âjoaquĂnââ you try to get his attention, make him at least loosen his grip.
youâre standing completely frozen as the fight fully breaks out, not knowing what the hell to do as your brother launches himself at ramĂłn. itâs amado who pulls you away from the scene as cochi and ramĂłnâs people jump in as well. the sound of bottles shattering and chairs clattering rings in your ears, making you flinch.
amadoâs grumbling as he leads you out of the club. âpinshes crĂas, no se pueden controlar por un momento, pâta madre. âtas bien, mija?â [fucking children, canât control themselves for one moment, fucking hell. you okay, kid?]
you nod, frowning to yourself. âno sabĂa quien era. pues, que era arellanoâŠâ [i didnât know who he was. well, that he was an arellanoâŠ]
âadonde âtĂĄ la fiesta, segĂșn tu?â [whereâs this party at, according to you?] your gaze is focused outside the window, watching the passing buildings and people.
âay, no te preocupes, ya casi llegamos! es en la discoteca mĂĄs popular en la ciudad, te prometo que te vas a divertir. y quien sabe, hasta te puedes encontrar a alguien.â [donât worry, weâre almost there! itâs in the hottest club in the city, i promise youâre gonna have fun. who knows, you might even meet someone.] your friend, irene, grinned, perfectly manicured fingers tapping along the steering wheel to the beat of the song playing.
âojalĂĄ. aver si te cogen tan rico que se te quita lo amargada,â [hopefully. maybe someone can fuck the bitterness out of you.] monica giggled, making irene laugh loudly.
you rolled your eyes, flashing your middle finger behind you to monica. itâd taken a lot of convincing to get you out of your house, which usually wasnât needed but the semester was almost over and your work load had doubled. for the past two weeks, if you werenât on campus, you were holed up in your room writing papers and final proposals. between the two complaining about how boring you were being and making a point of fall break commencing in a couple days, they managed to convince you to spend the weekend with them in tijuana, where irene was from.
which is how you ended up in front of roxanne, once again, ten minutes later. hottest club in the city. of course.
âno mames,â [youâre fucking with me.] you mumbled under your breath as irene parked. for a second you thoughtâhopedâmaybe the arellanoâs wouldnât be here, but who were you kidding. it was a friday, and they owned the damn place. of course they were there.
as you got out of the car, trailing behind your two friends, you just hoped and prayed you wouldnât run into them.
âapĂșrale!â [hurry up!] monica groaned, grabbing your wrist and practically dragging you to the entrance.
the three of you skip the line all thanks to irene, who usually only has to utter her last name to get in anywhere. as you walk by, you notice the securityâs gaze still on you before he finally turns and says something inaudible to the man next to him. it was odd and unnerving, but you chose to ignore it.
âmira, ahĂ estĂĄn mis amigos!â [look, there are my friends!] irene pointed to a crowded table of guys, a few accompanied by a girl on their lap or side. you raised your brows, your face immediately giving away your thoughts: unimpressed. irene simply gave you the look and took a hold of your hand as an indication to follow her. the iâm-about-to-try-to-set-you-up-with-some-guy, please-donât-be-a-bitch look. you knew it all too well. nevertheless, you let her lead both you and monica to their section.
ây el cumpleañero?â [whereâs the birthday boy?] irene grinned, side-hugging one of the guys.
âaquĂ. que ya me extrañabas?â [right here. what, missed me already?] a voice came from behind you, making you turn immediately. the man in front of you was pretty cute; short curly hair, light eyes, a warm smile that was now directed to you instead of irene. in his hands he held a couple beers, which he set in front of his friends before hugging irene briefly.
âno te creas.â [you wish.] she laughed, rolling her eyes before pulling both you and monica closer. âbueno, les presento a mis amigas. ya conocen a mony, no?â [anyways, meet my friends. some of you already know mony, right?]
you smiled briefly as she introduced all of her friends to you and monica, who immediately took interest in one of them, leaving your side. soon after, irene left you alone with santi with some lame excuse about seeing an old friend by the bar. you wanted to roll your eyes at how painfully obvious she was as she winked at you before strutting away.
âno te preocupes, irene ya me amenazo si no te cuido,â [donât worry, irene already threatened me if i donât take care of you,] santi chuckled, noticing your annoyance at being left by her. âte puedo agarrar algo? una cerveza, agua?â [can i get you something? a beer, water?]
this time you couldnât refrain from rolling your eyes at your friendâs antics, chuckling all the while. âlo sientoâpor ella. no le hagas caso.â [iâm sorry about her, donât pay her any mind.] you gave him a small smile before taking him up on his offer. âuna cerveza esta bien.â [a beerâs fine.]
he nodded, shooting you a wide smile before walking to the bar. two minutes later, he set a bottle of victoria in front of you before taking a seat next to you, continuing the conversation. you tried to hide how uninterested you were with the occasional nods and smiles, but you were bored out of your mind. you cursed irene internally for leaving you with this guy. at first-glance alone you knew it wouldnât work out. although handsome, he had the whole rich daddyâs boy look going on, which would be the complete opposite of your âtypeâ if you had one. those usually came with a certain personalityâentitled assholeâand while his was toned down, it was certainly still there.
while he droned on, your eyes drifted away from his face and around the disco. you searched for irene for a while⊠but soon your mind absentmindedly drifted off to a certain long-haired, lanky male.
ramĂłn wasnât within your view, but you were the center of his attention as soon as you stepped foot inside the disco. hell, heâd been made aware of your presence before you were even in. itâs been weeks since the incident, and heâd been in a mood sinceâabout not seeing you again, about chapo warning him to stay away. of course he wasnât going to do that. heâd made sure he was the first to know if you even came within the same vicinity as him.
heâd watched the entire interaction between you and santi. at first, he was upset because you seemed to be flirting with him. but as he looked between the two of you, he noticed you become uninterested. then, he saw santi lean in closer, too close for his comfort. his fingers flexed around the grip of his gun, tightening his hold before deciding to finally go down to your section.
you didnât notice him until he was only a mere foot away from your table, behind santi. everything around you became abnormally quietâthat was, for a clubâthe chaotic cheering, singing, and chatter within your space ceased. you supposed everyone was simply interested in what ramĂłn was about to do, but they were nervous as well. many of them knew too well it was unwise to be around the male when he was angry, and judging by his body language, he was furious.
yet, the explosion everyone was expecting never came. there was no yelling, no punches being thrown. when ramĂłnâs intense gaze shifted from santi to you, his lips curled up into a fucking smile. it was a sweet, genuine smile, as if he were truly happy to see you. he continued smiling, smugly now, as he raised the weapon in his hold to santiâs jaw and leaned in to mutter something in the poor guyâs ear. all you managed to hear was âacercasâ [get near] and âte meto un tiroâ [put a bullet in you], but whatever else ramĂłn said had santi near-pissing himself in fear.
the smile never left ramĂłnâs face as he leaned back, tapping the barrel of the firearm against santiâs face again, this time speaking aloud. âestamos?â [we good?]
a pale-faced santi simply nodded, flinching when ramĂłn clapped a hand against his shoulder in what shouldâve been a friendly gesture but felt extremely threatening under the circumstances. âbuenoâsantiago es? disfruta el resto de tu noche.â [wellâsantiago is it? enjoy the rest of your night.]
before ramĂłn even processed it, you were on your feet, attempting to rush past him. or more so past the scene heâd just made. call it your survival instinct. not only did you loathe being the center of attention, but you couldnât have this getting back to your brother. joaquĂn was already mad enough from the first incident, heâd given you tu buena regañada [a scolding], as if you were a fucking child. demanded you never go near any arellano again. and now, this. seriously, what the hell was ramĂłnâs problem?
a hand grasping your arm stopped you in your tracks, making you spin around furiously. you were met with an amused ramĂłn. âadonde con tanta prisa?â [where to in such a hurry?]
âque chingados fue eso?â [what the fuck was that?] you try to pull away but he manages to tug you closer while walking away from everyone, towards a door near the bar. you stupidly allow him to lead you into what looks like an office, justifying it with simply wanting an explanation.
he shuts the door behind you, which is when you realize he has you backed against the wall. âno parecĂas muy interesada en ese gĂŒey,â [you didnât seem all to interested in that asshole,] he shrugged, as if it were that simple. âestabas aburrida.â [you were bored.]
âaburrida.â [bored.] you scoffed, tearing your gaze away from his, on the verge of squirming under his stare. you didnât want to seem scared of him. you werenât scared of him. nervous about his intentions, maybe, but not scared.
you crossed your arms over your chest, putting a little distance between the two of you, raising a brow at him in question. ây como sabrĂas que estaba desinteresada? igual me podrĂa aver caĂdo bien. me podrĂa aver gustado.â [and how would you know that i was uninterested? i couldâve thought he was sweet. i couldâve liked him.]
ramĂłnâs jaw clenched for a moment before he let out a chuckle, as if the mere idea was amusing. âporque te he visto interesada. y una persona interesada no le quita los ojos a alguien para buscar a otro,â [because iâve seen you interested. and someone interested doesnât take their eyes off their date to look for someone else,] he stared down at you, cocky smirk adorning his lips. âo lo vas a negar?â [or are you going to deny it?]
you couldnât, because he was right. it was fucking with your head, how much you were drawn to him, after a single encounter. you both felt an indescribable pull. the cynical part of your brain wanted to laugh at your romantic foolishness because, câmon, what was this, a fairytale? love at first sight? that wasnât real. but maybe you didnât have to listen to rationality this once.
without giving it another thought, your hand wrapped around his shirt collar, tugging him down. the two of you kissed with a sense of urgency, rough and passionate all at once, hands all over each other. his hands trailed down to your hips, pulling you flush against him. his hold was rough, tight in a way that would leave bruises, as if he were afraid you might slip away.
soon enough, ramĂłn was hoisting you up, large hands gripping your ass as you wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. you pulled away slowly to regain your breath, giving him the opportunity to nip at your jaw before leaving a trail of kisses down to your neck.
âramĂłn,â you let out a breathy moan as he began to suck on the skin above your collarbone. surely thatâd leave a very visible mark, but thatâs exactly what he wanted. âespera, mi hermanoââ [wait, my brotherâ]
he pulled away, coming face to face with you once again, his lips ghosting over your own. âme vale lo que piense tu hermano,â [i could care less what your brother thinks,] came his reply as he pulled you into a deep kiss.
â
as expected, there were consequences to your recklessness. not that it made you regret anythingâit just made you resent your brother.
word gets around fast between the plazas and their people. by the next day, chapo knew his little sister had disappeared with ramĂłn arellano from what was supposed to be a night out with her friends. hellbent on murdering the younger arellano brother, chapo showed up the family home in tijuana, only to discover that you had gone willingly. he took it as a betrayal, of course.
ever since, he refused to let you leave the house alone. youâre either accompanied by him or one of his guys. youâre like a goddamn prisoner. itâs been useless trying to reason with him, so youâve just accepted it.
you wouldâve thought ramĂłn would stop trying to seek you out after that night, especially with your brotherâs constant threats, but he does the opposite. he doesnât let joaquĂnâs little guard dogs stop him, either. he constantly shows up at the university campus when youâre there, somehow sneaking past chapoâs menâs sights to pay you quick little visits âwhether it be in the library or even the womanâs bathroom. the amount of times heâs sneaked into a lecture and pretended to be a student actually makes the professors start to believe he is, which you find hilarious.
itâd been at least two weeks since you last saw him though, and you missed him, as much as you hated to admit it. in turn, it made you angrier with your brother.
speaking of who, was now hovering above you, saying something. his voice was muffled by the song playing through your headphones, but you didnât bother to turn it down. instead of going away like youâd hoped, he snatched the headphones off, making you sit up immediately. âque chingados te pasa, joaquĂn,â [what the fuck is your problem,] you scowled.
âbĂĄjale a eso chamaca, que ni me puedes escuchar,â [turn that shit down kid, you canât hear a thing,] he simply rolled his eyes, throwing them back on your lap. ây que te alistes porque vamos a salir.â [and get ready because weâre going out.]
âeso es el punto,â [thatâs the point,] you grumbled. ây no quiero ir adonde sea que vallas.â [and i donât want to go wherever it is youâre going.]
âque chistosa, porque no recuerdo dĂĄndote opciĂłn. no te voy a dejar aquĂ solita. alĂstate ya, que es la fiesta de miguel ĂĄngel y el gĂŒero me estĂĄ esperando.â [thatâs funny, because i donât remember giving you an option. im not leaving you here alone. get ready now, cause itâs miguel angelâs party and gĂŒeroâs waiting for me.] with that, he walked out of the bedroom.
as soon as the door shut behind him, you got up to rummage through your closet. if it was miguel ĂĄngelâs party, that meant the arellano brothers might show up. maybe you werenât so upset about being dragged along after all.
thirty minutes later, joaquĂn was rushing you out of the house, barely giving you enough time to grab your purse and put your heels on.
âque ya voy!â [i said iâm going!] you yelled back at him as he told you to hurry up for the 10th time. your heels clacked loudly against the floor as you hurried out the door, letting it shut behind you.
as you made your way into the car, you were greeted by gĂŒero, guadalupe, and cochi. guadalupe turned in her seat, planting a kiss on your cheek as you did the same, the usual warm smile on her face. âque guapa te ves, mija.â [you look so beautiful, honey.]
âgracias, lupita,â [thanks,] you grinned, settling back into the seat beside joaquĂn and cochi. âtu igual!â [you too!]
the drive wasnât too long, but by the time you arrived to the palace that was miguel ĂĄngelâs house, it had already gotten dark. you stepped out of the car, trailing your brother as he walked into the party under way. cochi and him were babbling excitedly about the gift they had gotten miguel ĂĄngel, some huge surprise apparently.
you looked around, enthralled by the beautiful leds and decorations, which casted a blueish-purple light on everyone. those near the dj booth were dancing along to the music, others simply standing around and having a drink.
you sipped on your own glass as you stood alongside joaquĂn, cochi, and amado, scanning the crowd for a familiar face. you tried not to seem disappointed when you didnât spot him, instead opting to listen to their conversationâjust as amado was leaving.
âahorita nos vemos,â [see you later,] the older man patted cochiâs shoulder before disappearing back into the sea of people.
gĂŒero and guadalupe were now back as well, drinks now in their hands as they looked directly past you. âay miren nomĂĄs a estos aguachiles cabrones,â [just look at these two motherfuckers,] gĂŒeroâs voice brought your attention to where his own sight was set, along with chapo and cochi. the five of you looked ahead, focusing on two specific figures.
ramĂłn and benjamĂn.
ramĂłn and you locked eyes immediately. he looked surprised by the mere sight of you, doing a visible double-take as his eyes raked over you. he visibly relaxed his tense shoulders, the corners of his mouth threatening to quirk up in a smile. a small smile creeped up on your own face at his reaction, making you bow your head slightly in hopes that joaquĂn didnât catch the interaction. ramĂłn seemed to remember who you were accompanied by as well, because he quickly regained his defensive posture, staring instead at your brother.
âlos putitos de tijuana decidieron venir.â [the tijuana pussies decided to make an appearance.] you refrained from rolling your eyes at the stupid comment, knowing joaquĂn was looking at you now.
âya nos vamos a sentar, no?â [we should go sit down now, no?] guadalupe spoke up, breaking the tense silence. gĂŒero immediately agreed, taking her hand in his and leading you all to the backyard, where the tables were set up alongside a dance floor. you and guadalupe sat beside one of her friends while gĂŒero went to get her another drink.
cochi and joaquĂn went off, mentioning something about the bossâ gift and making sure everything was ready. it surprised you when your brother left you alone with lupita, but you supposed he just trusted her enough to do so. that or the couple of beers and shots he already had were allowing him to have his guard down and forget about ramĂłn for a second.
âahorita vengĂł,â [iâll be right back,] you lightly touched lupitaâs arm, standing up. âvoy al baño.â [iâm going to the bathroom.]
she nodded in acknowledgment as you walked away, back into the giant house to search for the nearest bathroom. just as you were opening the door, someone came from behind you, grabbing you by your waist and spinning you around. you let out a screech, completely taken by surprise, but the noise was muffled by a large hand clamping over your mouth.
when you looked up, you were met by the sight of a snickering ramĂłn who was now pulling his hand away. you held your hand over your hammering heart for a second as you let out a breath of relief.
the tall male simply grinned down at you, an arm still wrapped around your waist as he cupped your face. âlo siento. te extrañe, amor.â [iâm sorry. i missed you, love.] he pulled you into a kiss, twisting the knob behind you as the two of you stumbled clumsily inside the large bathroom. the door was pushed shut with his foot as he lifted you onto the countertop, never once breaking the kiss.
âyo igual,â [me too,] you mumbled against his lips, pressing your body as close to his as possible. his hands traveled up your legs slowly, massaging patterns on your thighs and hitching your dress up in the process.
âque romĂĄntico,â [how romantic,] you joked, though there was no doubt in your mind that he was capable of what he said. suddenly, cochiâs voice boomed through the speakers outside, making you sigh. you ran your fingers through ramĂłnâs hair as you spoke, âtengo que regresar pronto, antes que se de cuenta joaquĂn que no estoy con lupita.â [i have to go back soon, before joaquĂn notices iâm not with lupita.]
ramĂłn frowned, pausing for a moment before speaking. âvĂĄmonos.â [letâs go.] you raised your brows in question, to which he repeated, âvĂĄmonosâpor unos dĂas, semanas, no se. tenemos una casa en oaxaca, nadie sabe adonde estĂĄ,â [letâs goâfor a couple days, weeks, i donât know. we have a house in catemaco, no one knows where it is,] he proposed. âsolo serĂamos tu y yo, amor.â [itâll just be you and me, love.]
âquieres que me escape contigo,â [you want me to escape with you,] you concluded, unable to help the smile creeping up on your face.
âsĂłlo unas semanas. nos hace falta una vacaciĂłn,â [just a couple of weeks. we need a vacation,] he shrugged, a smirk tugging at his lips. âlejos de todo este desmadre.â [away from all this chaos.]
âtu, lejos del desmadre? es posible eso?â [you, away from the chaos? is that even possible?] you laugh at the idea, giving him a look of disbelief. âpero bueno, supongo que si necesito una vacaciĂłn.â [well, i suppose i do need a vacation, though.]
ramĂłn chuckled, moving from in between your legs and helping you off the counter. âentonces?â [so?] he already knew the answer was yes, but he still wanted to hear it from you.
âjoaquĂn te va querer matar cuando no me pueda encontrar luego,â [joaquĂn is going to want to kill you when heâs not able to find me later,] you warned, to which the smug asshole only grinned.
âpuede intentar.â [he can try.]
you rolled your eyes, smiling all the while. âvĂĄmonos, entonces.â [letâs go then.]
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another a/n Bc im annoying â puta madre, those subtitles were annoying lmao but i know not every1 understands/can read spanish so. & it feels wrong 2 write it out in english⊠so that was my only solution. anyways if u made it this far i hope u enjoyed <3
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