perhaps we were never gentle, darling
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@olegyasikovv
perhaps we were never gentle, darling
I’ll call you Tesa... and you’ll call me Oleg.
- Nikita Gill
It'd be very easy to get used to waking up next to you every day.
why did you never fall in love with me?
your gifsets are perfect, your tumblr is so necessary
Thank you so muchhh 🥰💞 made my day!! ❤️
She betrayed him. He wanted her to suffer for it. Sooner than he though, his plan shattered to pieces with the realisation no one would be left untouched after it was all over.
when one hands over their heart, they become vulnerable
t: he thinks that you’re in love with me.
o: well….
She was sitting in the hotel lobby. It was almost empty, apart from the staff and the few people dining outside on the terrace. The place was small, tranquil, located in some forgotten by god fishing village on the edge of the Adriatic. A normal business trip, supposedly. But she wasn’t meant to be here, no, not really. A few meeting rearrangements had delayed their departure until the morning, but she didn’t mind. After all, it was a rare opportunity to forget reality. However, as Paty approached her from the far end of the hall, she couldn’t help but think of the ulterior motive she had to stay in such a remote place, hidden away from anyone who would care to look for them. Teresa should have immediately pushed that though away, but with the buzz of alcohol it seemed more than welcome. She felt relaxed. Safe. She knew it would be a lie to say she didn’t bring them here to phantom the memory of that time, once upon another life, when they were hidden away from the world behind bars.
And all of a sudden, the memory is not enough. She thought she longed for the safety of being excluded from the world, but as she watches Paty chatting away, she can’t help but think there was something more to it. Had they been somewhere else, in a different time or place, the thought wouldn’t have crossed her mind. But not today. She wants to feel whatever it was that time. She thought the atmosphere and the place would be enough. But it’s not.
In the chase of that desire she curls her fingers around the back of Paty’s neck and pulls her in. It’s impulsive, she knows, but it’s just one night and they can pretend. Everyone has always loved and wanted Teresa how it suited them, not caring much for what she might have to say about it. For one night she wants to be selfish, to have Paty on her own terms. Just for herself. Without thinking of the consequences. Because this is what she needs. To fully let go. Like she never dared to all those years ago.
She knows its wrong. She can already see the smile fade from Paty’s lips when she tells her it ends here. The eye roll, stupid comment and whatever else it takes for her to pretend it was nothing. She remembers Paty once said she destroys everything she touches, yet with the way she touched her that night, she knows it’s far from true. She realises something worse, that it is her who brings everything to ruin. In the end, she’s learnt from the best.
The morning light seeps into the room, bathing it in a dirty grey colour. La hora gris. How fitting, she thinks, as she gently traces her fingertips over Paty’s skin. She seems to have finally understood the recklessness of the people who have died for her love. Some nights are worth dying for. This one most definitely was.
She places a soft kiss on Paty’s shoulder, before heading towards the bathroom. Perhaps… perhaps she should plan another business trip.
I respect you. I respect very few people. You’re a leader.
they can’t hurt us baby, we’re above the law
HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYY @paty-ofarrell
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TO MY WONDERFUL FRIEND @tesamendoza aka @olegyasikovv ON THE OCCASION OF HER BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!! i wrote you something.
thank you for being the only other person in the world (?) who loves this stupid show as much as i do. thank you forr being responsible for, i’m not kidding, 98% of the gifs of this show on this stupid website. i literally would not have survived season 2 without you. i kind of hope we don’t have to survive a season 3 together because nothing telemundo can come up with is as good as what we do.
as the world’s top oleg stan, I hope you enjoy this horny teresa/oleg rewrite of the s1e53…. and yes that’s why i was asking you to remind me of the episode number. hehe.
I won’t let anyone harm you, da?
#S I B L I N G S
now, what have you been wanting to tell me?
when one hands over their heart, they become vulnerable