𝑺𝑰𝑵 ╱𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐎𝐍.

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BASICS

Name: juan carlos jaramillo  Age / D.O.B. : november 21,1992 ( 30 years old )  Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: cismale,him/he,heterosexual.  Hometown: Medellin, Colombia  Affiliation: gang - cortazar cartel  Job position: cortazar cartel - muscle  Education: high school  Relationship status: single  Children: 0  Positive traits: loyal, charming, compassionate, intelligent, brave.  Negative traits: volatile, deceiving, manipulative, resentful, cocky. 

Juan Carlos "Juancho" Jaramillo was born on a sunny afternoon. His father was the boss of El Cartel de Las Comunas and his mother was a stay-at-home mom. They both knew each other since they were kids, both from the worst parts of Medellin, and somehow they had made it work. Growing up, he always looked up to his father. He wasn’t the most model student, always getting into fights but never having any trouble getting his way out of them, using his charmful ways to get his way. The older he got, the more he wanted to be a part of his father's life, to embellish in the glory that he was. As he graduated from high school, his father decided to make him part of el cartel de Las Comunas—the cartel was under the radar, anointing themselves with el cartel de Cali as well as some cartels that had associated themselves with in their near neighboring countries; Venezuela, Peru, and Brazil, as well as Mexico. 

As time passed, Juancho started taking more responsibility for the cartel. making deals and even treaties with cartels that had gotten on the bad side while other members were in power. Things seemed to be going just great. His mother had given birth to two more children, and they were his whole world. Everything seemed to be fitting right in. His world was perfect, but nothing stays perfect for too long, now does it? The Colombian police began to track down what they were doing and when their deals were being named. His father saw passage for his mother and his siblings through Mexico. Though he would not be coming with them, as they were preparing to escape, the Colombian military showed up and started to fire at them. The airplane flew out without his father, who was shot to the ground while they fled away and made their way to Guadalajara. 

After a few months, they found passage to the city that never sleeps: New York City. Juan Carlos wasn’t made to work a minimum wage job and give his mother and his siblings the bare minimum. He carried weight, even thousands of miles away, and after being associated with the Cortázar cartel, he decided to join them. He wanted to be a part of something; a family, and that’s exactly what they became for him. He was able to provide his mother and siblings with the life they deserved. The muscle of the Cortázar cartel seemed to be just what he needed. 

Juan Carlos Jaramillo still has a ghost that haunts him. As the years passed, there was this dark side to him. One that would kill someone before breakfast and would be completely tranquil after joining his siblings for breakfast and taking them to school. There was a part of him that missed his roots and wished to go back. Even the food. That’s when Vida Rica came to life. His mother managed it, and it was his own little place of home within his new home. Life in New York seemed to fit the Jaramillos perfectly, but will this continue or will tragedy strike again, leaving them helpless?

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the fact that juan carlos cared more about his features then anything below his neck was truly shallow, even for him. he runs his tongue over his lip as he cleans the blood that had been tainting cherubic features. walking down to where he had seen someone trying to sneak diss manuel (no matter what had happened between himself and penelope, manuel was sort of family. he was part of the cartel and in his mind, he was somewhat also family ). he grabs the male from behind and slams him on the floor, his punches landing left and right, as he finally stands up. his hands are covered in a dark red crimson color ❝ i think i got him. ❞ even in moments like this, he thought it was funny to say jokes ❝  tiener que tener mas cuidado, parce. ❞  he says as he looks at the homme before him ❝ you good ?  ❞

with  :  @manuelnarvaez​

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there wasn’t anything that juan carlos felt that he wouldn’t be able to handle and in this moment he still stuck by that feeling. there is a few smudges of blood on the sleeves of his jacket ; thank god Laura for choosing his attire this evening. a small petite silhouette approaches and as he turns around, the USUAL SMUG  grin on his face. ❝ what do you have for me sweetheart ? ❞ he didn’t expect anything good from the femme, hence how the rest of the evening had been going. 

with  :   @avamhollis​

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it all happened all too fast, next thing he knew he had been racing out of the building to do what he was assigned to do but the events that unfolded before him was far from what he had planned. his sight is focused on the brunette, the ones that he had just sworn to be faithful to and honest and here he was, facing her even in reality having to do something that he never wanted to do ; hurt her. 

his hand wraps around one of her wrist and slams ( not hard enough to hurt her but hard enough to show some sign of power to his superiors ) her against the nearest surface. ❝ stay the hell out of my way and you make sure to leave as soon as you can. ❞ his voice is below and whisper and whatever anyone can see he’s issuing his own will of persuasion to finish the job he was assigned. 

it’s not until he feels another presence and he turns around facing the woman who had approached them ❝ I think you should go, move along before i make you. ❞  he spats at the brunette looking towards Ophelia. 

with  :    @aysunsezen​ &. @burningxloves

[amandyke]

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES (2009—2017) Season 6, Episode 3

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𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓  ╱╱  𝐒.  𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐔𝐍

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“Didn’t you realise that I’m not an innocent angel either? I’ve been through fucking hell and back and came out on top.” Aysun had been involved in the Brotherhood for years, seeing them as part of her family. They had the same belief, that the world needed changing. That they couldn’t just sit back and not do anything and let the rich assholes win. Her life wasn’t perfect, but she did whatever was necessary to provide for her family. She was the only adult they had after all. They needed her, she didn’t have the luxury to go after what she wanted and do something for herself. It wasn’t the world she lived in. Her eyebrow was raised in skepticism when he said he wanted her back. Aysun still had feelings for him, but she wasn’t sure if she should act on them. “You really are an idiot, you know that?” She scoffed, shaking her head at his explanation voicing her thoughts. “If we do this and you cross me over one more time, we’re done. I’m not going to stick around if you play me for a fool.”

she wasn’t no saint and maybe that’s what drew him to her in the moment, she wasn’t someone that he needed to protect but then again : do not underestimate the allure of darkness, even the purest of hearts are drawn to it. he had learned that from experience all too well. his forehead rested on hers at this point, her comment caused a small smile on his brims. one that somehow showed true happiness ❝ well that’s why you love me, isn’t it ? ❞ he muses towards here and in this very moment, he’s able to lace his fingers with hers. her warning causes him to shake his head ❝ te lo prometo, ( translation : I promise you ) I would never hurt you that way again. ❞ he was being honest, for the first time in a long time. pulling away slightly, his fingers stay laced with hers. the smile on his features still intact. ❝ what does this mean huh, you’ll take me back mamacita ? ❞ 

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 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓  ╱╱  𝐀.   𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊

Not only did the change of scenery gave him some fresh air, it also gave him a welcome sight. A familiar face and a great accent. His face, however, still opaque and he took in a deep breath. “I thought you knew me better than that, JC.” He scoffed softly, his eyes heavy with the memory of talking endlessly to the politicians. “I needed a break from being my mother’s son. What are yuo doing out here?”

he shrugs his shoulders ❝ eh, I guess you never really know people, right ? ❞  he responded with a very nonchalant attitude. he was two joints in and to be honest he had been stuffing his face with quiche. he’s thanking his lucky stars that he hadn’t ran to a bathroom. ❝ I’m enjoying the little things that you’re people are offering, though I could work without the security here looking  at me like I’m about to overtake a hostage situation. ❞ 

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𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓  ╱╱  𝐌.   𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑·

Mirela almost avoided his hand, still too pissed at him for forgiving about his promisse. But she allowed it, and the little squeeze. She made a small face when he mentioned his family. Of course she wanted them to be part of her daughter’s life, but she still didn’t know how they would fix. Juancho wasn’t going exactly to be the father figure, more like the cool uncle, and she agreeded with it. She wasn’t sure however how his mother and siblings would react with it. And the last thing she wanted was for her daughter to be confused about the roles of the people around her. But this wasn’t the place or time to have that conversation.

She scoffed a bit, now slipping her hand from his touch, and crossed her arms upon her baby bump and stared at him. “Yes, you’re here now. But what if I’m delivering this baby, and you’re nowhere to be found? I can’t rely on just words. I need you to show me you’re not going anywhere. For real”, she mumbled and reached over to take a bite from the chocolate cake. Son of a *****, he could be forgiven because of that piece of cake if Mirela hadn’t been feeling so in despair the last couple of months, ever since the new year’s eve event.

Easy said than done, Mirela thought to herself, her eyebrow still raised at him. At least he was trying right? “We’re very healthy, I didn’t crave any odd thing, but perhaps the baby was waiting for when you’d show up”, she provoked him. “I’m doing pilates, and all doctors said I’m doing great”, she said, not sure if he wanted to know anything else, except, “I also found out the genre of our baby, if you’d like to know now…”

when he found out that mirela was pregnant, well he simply couldn’t see it. she was the type of girl that he would call up when he wanted to get into some trouble and no judging, she was the perfect wingwoman but it all had changed now ( well he hadn’t but she did ; in more ways than he could even imagine ) and he needed to be there to help her through this process. 

he saw the features on her face and how the likes formed and he could tell that she was worrying and it was on overdrive. he grabs her hand with his and gives it a light squeeze ❝ escucha, escucha, yo no voy a ningún lado. ( translate : listen, listen. I’m not going anywhere ) ❞ he had no idea how stressful this had all been for her and how it continued to weight on her. ❝ just so you know, you’re going to start getting tired of me but you asked for this. ❞  he finished off with a small smile on his brims, a genuine one. 

he laid back on the chair, listening to all of her updates ❝ well, happy mom, happy baby . ❞ he said as he looked at her. our baby , that sounded different but he liked the way that it sounded, like he was part of something of someone. ❝ of course, I need to know how to handle with care. I mean if it’s a boy, we only have to worry about his penis but if it’s a girl, we have to worry about everyone else penis. ❞ let juan carlos ruin a perfectly nice moment. 

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𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓  ╱╱  𝐒.   𝐙𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐊𝐀

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“Don’t play cute,” Zu reprimands, eyes looking over his shoulder in search of his date’s silhouette. “If she’s anything like me, she wouldn’t want to be seen with messy boys. And, if I’m not mistaken…” her gaze lingers for a moment longer, studying the other woman from a distance as her hand continues to smooth a path down the lines of his suit, distracted and unashamed in equal measure. “The long hair, the dancer’s legs, the budget couture—” Eyes like dark honey fix on his now, and her smile curves into a smirk as she continues, with no small amount of pride laced into the statement, “You’ve brought a discount version of me on your arm tonight. Been missing me that badly, Juancho?”

he shrugged his shoulders and scrunched up his nose, as a child would do when they didn’t like a piece of broccoli they had been offered. ❝ tú sabes que eso es imposible. ❞he mused towards her, of course to illicit a reaction out of her, it was a force of habit. ❝ well, it seems you do not know as much as you thought, ladies do tend to enjoy my company, if I’m not wrong aren’t you one of those ladies ? ❞ of course his usual smug smirk taints his features, the dimples on the side of his cheeks visible at this point for her. shaking his head at her comment, he accepts the drink that he had ordered and takes a sip from the brown- blackish liquor. ❝ and once again ———- you are wrong. I decided to come with a family friend, I was invited and who am into reject liquor and good food with a bunch of rich people, I have to make my living to, mi amor. ❞ 

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 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓  ╱╱  𝐌.   𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑​

Mirela was officially exhausted. Now that the auctions were over, her piece was sold with an impressive six digits donation, and her mother officially declared the night a success, she found an empty table and took a sit while she rested a bit. Fallon wanted to talk with her about something, and waiting for her to come back after doing whatever she needed to do first was the only thing still holding her on the party. 

She was checking her Instagram feed when she felt someone approching her, almond eyes raising from the screen of her phone while she checked who disturbed her. She pouted, her eyes narrowing at Juancho as he took the seat in front of her before checking the plate he brought. Mirela wanted to still be mad at him, but he won her with that delicious chocolate cake and the compliment, “I don’t look gorgeous. I am gorgeous, Don Juan”, she gave him a small shrug and placed her phone of the table.

Mirela pulled the plate closer and cut a piece of the cake, “I’m scared…”, she murmured quietly, her gaze still on the cake. Speaking her vulnerabilities out loud wasn’t easy. She didn’t show that side to her family, not even friends. She was independent, strong, and she had everything in control. But in fact she was terrified, and the stress was getting worse the closer she got to the due date. “You told me you’d be there for me, but I feel like I’m going thought this all alone”, she turned an accusing gaze towards him.

he had been way too busy, so yeah his whole promise to mirela had slipped his mind and he did feel horrible about not being able to be there for her but he knew that she would not be able to neglect the chocolate cake. as he sits before her, he hears her out and brows furrow together and his shoulder slump, he hated to fail her but his life was fast acting twenty four hours a day. 

he reaches for her hand and gives it a light squeeze ❝ hey, im here. were all here for you . ❞ that included his mother and sister and brother, they would be there to help her every step of the way, ❝  i know, i am so sorry about not being here for you. things just got real crazy and i lost track of time but im here and i am not going anywhere, i promise. ❞

he knew that at this point it was just words but he was going to be there for her, for whatever she needed ❝ no more sadness, tell me everything. what have you gotten, what od i have to get you ? ❞

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𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓  ╱╱  𝐕.   𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐀

Well, Nora sure did hope no young woman would get hurt just because they fancied Juan Carlos. She personally had nothing against enticing games to spice up a relationship– as long as both parties had previously agreed to participate.  

La curiosidad mató al gato. Curiosity killed the cat. “Mm, thankfully a cat has eight more lives to spare.” Nora had the comeback ready in her mind– only because she’d had the same thing said to her a million times before. By her mamáor someone else close to her, one of those people she didn’t hide her natural curiosity from. Nora arched an eyebrow at Eleonora, but no protest left her lips. Her full name certainly beat princesa or whatever other inappropriate nickname he’d pick out.

“I’m here alone, si,” she confirmed softly. Not a lie, she had come alone. “I’m here on business, as I’m sure you are.” A different kind of business, though. “This isn’t a place where I’d take a person on a date, since it’s not my scene and I don’t feel comfortable,” a certain discomfort washing over her again, she found herself unable to resist Ron V and finally, she brought the glass to her lips. “Yourself? Or should I ask how many dates you have here, wandering around and looking for you?”

juan carlos was blessed with good looks and he of course used that to his advantage, he saw it at a young age with father. his father loved his mother and he had many flings and women here and there but his mother was always his constant, his whole family was but that was a lifetime ago. things were different now, he wanted to be different but he could only change so much. 

a small chuckle leaves his lips as he hears the brunette speak  ❝ you always have a comeback for everything don’t you ? ❞ even though his job at the moment was to keep a close eye on her, somehow he liked spending time with the brunette, if they could have an actual conversation without bittering, maybe they could even be friends but somehow he didn’t see that happening anytime soon but a man could dream right ? 

he shook his head with an sketchy look on his face ❝ you came alone, lo dudo. ❞ though it was just teasing at his end, placing the cup back on the counter, the same girl re-fills it and he sends a wink her way, just as he had done before.  ❝ you know, no soy tan mujeriego como vos pensas. ❞ he takes a sip of the drink and smiles at her. ❝ i came with an old family friend, i’ve known her forever. ❞ laura was his literal shoulder to cry on, she knew everything about him. a smirk plays on his lips at the next set of words that would leave them  ❝ ahora, how many im going home with. that’s the real question. ❞ 

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𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓  ╱╱  𝐒.  𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐔𝐍

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“I wasn’t actually apologising to you.” aysun rolled her eyes before she could stop herself from showing a reaction. indifference was the best way to let him think that she didn’t care about him anymore. that he was just like any other guy she had hooked up with, even though he wasn’t. she’d been with others since they broke up, but recently they didn’t seem to compare. “are you fucking serious right now? are you trying to make me more angry right now? because if so, mission accomplished.” her voice was quiet and she forced a smile onto her face when she remembered where they were. she wasn’t going to be thrown out of this party when she still had things to accomplish here. her ego was hurt, he’d been with her and acted like she wasn’t good enough. aysun wasn’t an insecure woman at all, quite the opposite, but his betrayal was what stung.. she shouldn’t lean into his touch, shouldn’t crave it, but she did. she could still feel the sexual tension between them and instead of stepping away or removing his hand she stood in place. “sex was the only thing we were good at. we pretty much failed at everything else.” at least it was easier for her to remember it that way. she wasn’t sure if either of them was able to be in an actual relationship. maybe they were too fucked up? what did he want? to hook up again? to give them another shot? and why now? “i’d have to know in what way you miss me first, to be able to answer that properly.” she could’ve said ‘no, i don’t miss you’,  she was a good liar, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it. him leaving her alone wasn’t what she wanted. of course she missed him too.  “tell me what you want from me.”

their love was fast and crazy, something that was so good it had no other way than to turn bad. it was like a tornado meeting a volcano, there was no doubt but it to end in destruction. she was a rebound ( or at least that’s how it started ) and it was supposed to mean nothing but then it turned into something more, someone he cared about and that scared the living life out of him, so he did what he did best ; he destroyed it and it the process destroyed her. something that he never wished to do and yet it all fell right onto his lap. he wanted her, he wanted everything, the fighting, the screaming, the sex, the stories. her own siblings spending time along with his own. his gaze remained on her, not wanting to move from the spot that he was in, for the first time in a long time he had her in his arms. ❝ we did have some bad times but it wasn’t because of anything that you did. ❞  his hands drop from her face and he takes a few steps away from her, turning his back against the rock balcony, his arms crossed over his chest ❝ i was scared ----- i was falling so hard for you. i loved those kids like they were like my own part of the family and i was afraid that once you found out who i really was, i wouldn’t have that anymore ----- but i understatement your strength and will and i fucked up ---- i slept with random girls just so i could forget you and no i don’t expect you to forgive me for what i did because it was stupid and childish of me ----- ❞  he makes a brief spot and makes his way to her once again ❝ i want you , i want this and i want to try again ----- the right way.  ❞

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he’s leaning on the marvel balcony, he needed some air &. thankfully so did avery who had showed up seconds before he had. the moonlight around them giving them sufficient light. a joint between his brims as he lights it up taking the first few hits ❝ what has you walking around these corners ? shouldn’t you be around pleasing los politicos ( the politicians ) ? ❞ it was no secret that juan carlos didn’t believe in the justice system of this country, hence his way of taking matters into his own hands.

correspondance :  @avxry-hclbrook​

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𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓  ╱╱  𝐕.   𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐀

“Mm, I can’t get mad at you because I’m indifferent towards you, not because you look good,” happy to correct him, Nora spoke, a small smirk playing at her lips. Today’s youth. Using the word ‘always’ so boldly, and given Juan’s palpable arrogance, she felt a slight pang in her gut, almost an urge to prove him wrong– he wouldn’t always get his way. 

Unable to avert her gaze as his used his charms on the woman, Nora shook her head slightly, it was no different from watching any train wreck. “This is wrong, Juan,” she pointed out after the other, visibly smitten, woman disappeared. “I hope she at least knows what sort of games you like to play,” and that she’s willing to play along. “Y? I’m curious, what did you say to her?” Nora didn’t walk away yet, just because she hadn’t decided if she’d drink from the glass he handed over (but most likely yes, Ron V demanded it).

juan carlos from a very young age had decided that the world was for the taking &. nothing would stop him from getting what he wanted. people were easy to please, whether it was mentally or psychically. at the moment right now, he could possibly tell the woman whatever he needed and she was so as he was told. it wasn’t his proudest talents but it sure as hell got the job done. 

shaking his head as he hears the brunette speak on how what he was doing is bad.  ❝ it’s not bad ———- no one is getting hurt. how can I look like this and not take a full advantage of it ? ❞ juan carlos was a woman pleaser, what’s the worst that could happen ? he would take her home and show her the time of her life ? ❝ la curiosidad mató al gato, elenora. ❞ using her full name but only as a teasing tactic. ❝  no me digas she viniste sola ?  ❞ 

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𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓  ╱╱  𝐒.  𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐔𝐍

“of course they’re not working.” she was quick with her rebuttal but her words were more defensive rather than honest. as much as she tried to claim indifference and that she’d had no feelings left for him, it wasn’t the truth. the heart didn’t work in the same speed her mind did and while her mind knew it was for the best her heart still yearned for him. aysun rolled her eyes when he claimed he was just stating a fact, deciding not to get into that further. “oh are you? my bad.” her tone was laced with mock guilt. aysun felt the need to provoke him rather than play nice. if she didn’t care anymore she’d act indifferent instead of trying to get a reaction out of him or provoke a fight. especially in a public setting like this. it was stupid, not that she’d admit that. “we did.” she allowed the admission to leave her lips before she could do something about it. their good times had been great, there was no denying that. however, their bad times had the tendency to overshadow the good. “don’t pretend like you didn’t want to break up. you wanted to fuck around with random bitches without pretending to feel guilty about it. you don’t want the same girl in your bed two nights in a row. and now you’re free to do that.” aysun’s words were bitter, biting back at him. she didn’t care. not at all. she wasn’t the type to get into serious relationships anyways. that had been their mistake. turning their fling into more than it was. they should’ve left it at sex. that part was easy. when feelings came into the mix that’s where it went to shit. “don’t.” her voice was softer now, holding his gaze. the words were nice and sounded genuine when they left his lips, but they were just words. words didn’t mean anything to her. he’d broken the small semblance of trust she had had for him. “you don’t miss me, or what we had, you miss the sex. don’t go pretending you have feelings for me now.”

sometimes he wished that he had done something differently, made an effort for her and maybe things would have been differently. he would have her but then their is the other part of him that knew that his life was too much for someone &. he believed that it would be better if he let her go.  ❛ no need to apologize . ❜ he was on thin ice and he didn’t want to make her upset, this was the first time that they got to talk with no one being around and interrupting them. her acknowledgment that they were once happy, caused him to feel that maybe they’re was hope but her next set of words caused him to step back a little, his hands bawled beside him and he knew that a screaming match wasn’t going to be suitable for their environment. ❛ and here we go again talking out of your ass. ❜ seriously juan carlos ? couldn’t last not even a second. ❛ I wasn’t perfect and I did shit that I wasn’t proud of but I came home to you —— I wanted you . ❜ it wasn’t a lie, she was the contact at times and even if he felt passed, she was that for him but insecurities clouded his judgments and abandonment followed suit. he takes a deep breath and steps closer to her, he could touch her if he just reached for her but he decided against it. ❛ why should I ?  ❜ he doesn’t care and his hand reaches for her face, cupping her cheek as his thumb caresses her cheek ❛ you don’t know what you’re saying, do you honestly believe that I would be here right now, if that’s really all I wanted from you ? ❜ the sex was good but she was better ❛ if this isn’t what you want, tell me —— tell me to leave you alone and I will, I won’t look for you and I won’t bother you but you tell me right now that you don’t miss me, the way that i miss you. ❜

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𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓  ╱╱  𝐒.   𝐙𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐊𝐀

Zu only makes it a few steps past him before his words catch her ears and stop her in her tracks. She’d not recognized him under the glitz and glamor of the evening, and certainly not with half a blunt working its way through her system and clouding her senses. When she turns, her eyes immediately go to the cut of his suit, scrutinizing for a single thread out of place. Her search proves successful and she plucks the piece of fuzz off his shoulder before smoothing the place her fingers had pinched. “And now you look … better,” she teases, intent on getting a sly remark in early. “Mm, to the point that he’s six feet underground now,” Zu answers, her words obviously a lie — though they both know it’s not out of the realm of possibility for a woman like her. “What’d you do to scare off yours?”

zuleika was a good time, they both were unstable and loved way too hard. maybe that’s why they knew that relationship side they would never work but psychically they complimented each other quiet well. watching her as she plucked the piece of linen on his suit. ❛ always looking out for me huh ? ❜ he inquired with his usual golden boy smile ❛ I wouldn’t expect  anything else from you . ❜  the banter evident but her last set of words cause a shake of his head ❛ she’s talking with a few friends, you should know better zu, yo soy todo un caballero. ❜ 

[jnchojrmllo]

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓  ╱╱  𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐃𝐎 , 𝐋

      “   jc !   ”       she protests with a stifled chortle in her throat ,   lashes fluttering as his lips make way to her forehead .     this room was cold ,   and he is warm .     he’s warm as honey on a summer day ,    and she melts into the moment even if she knew better .     he reminds her a lot of Christian in that sense :         always evading  ,       avoiding ,     running away through small breaches of conversation      ,    so the wolves could not catch the scent of tender girlhood the air .    It never occurred to them ,    that she wasn’t afraid of the teeth and the claws and their hound nose ,   it never occurred to them that maybe she belonged in there too  —      running wild ,    howling at the moon  .      laura would not cower ,    not today ,   not tomorrow ;   never again would she seek shelter within the shadows of her own cavernous heart ,     never again would she flee in the night with bloodied feat trying to escape their toothed maws .      let them devour her ,   if they must .     she will not scream .    

“      i don’t know about that ,      ”     narrowed eyes bait him for a second too long  — bordering on cruel ,    before she runs her dainty fingers / shadowing his / through barely tamed locks ,     flattening the bulky surface with an open palm .      “     —  i think they’re trying to escape.    ”    

there were       times that his      mother watched the pair so carefully,       making small comments at dinner on how pretty Laura looked and his close the pair had gotten           and even finished off on         how pretty her babies would be,              juan carlos was      quick to shut down those rumors. laura was one of the few people      that he could be an        open book to,      the one who understood his fits of rage and         would be the one to bandage him up when things had gone array. the only            pure thing that he had in this world , was her.         he wanted to keep her cage from his world or         any damage that would come to her. 

he     rolls his eyes as he hears         her comment on his well being.     ❛ well, physically I’m alright. ❜ he teases her, knowing damn        well that he certainty wasn’t       all there, knowing t          he extremes he would take to make sure everyone when cared for was out of harms way.       soft dainty digits run through the locks that        had escaped from the bun     that she had made hours prior     , a whole         bottle of mousse and hair gel       had been wasted and yet,         the curls seemed to have escaped. ❛ they’re a lost cause ——- next time we might have to try some gorilla glue.  ❜