peso pluma • one shots

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argument • discusión

hassan 🫶🏼

amor que se te antoja de comer?
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pesoooooo
hassan emilio.
porque no contestas?
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oye qué pedo traes????
ok. 🫥
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what could possibly be SO important that he's looking at my messages but not answering? i don't know what's up with him lately, but he's been really cold towards me. is he cheating? no. he promised he would never. i started overthinking so much and i hate it. he knows how much i struggle with my overthinking head yet he's not making an effort to text me back. forget it, i'm not making anything for him. i put my phone on silent and rest my head on a pillow, falling asleep on the couch.

hassan 🫶🏼
7 missed calls 6:50pm

i feel slight buzzing coming from my phone and figured it would be him yet he's still not home. i rub my eyes gently and grab my phone seeing his missed calls, but i rather just wait to talk this out face to face. i don't have the energy to speak to him over the phone. soon enough i hear the front door open and peso walks in with an annoyed face. i cross my arms over my chest and stand up.

"te estuve mandando mensajes y nunca contestaste."
(i was messaging you all day and you never replied.)

"mi amor ahorita no estoy como para discutir. puedo subir y acostarme?"
(my love right now im not in the mood to argue. can i go upstairs and sleep?)

"enserio peso? no me abrazas. ni si quiera un beso me das. me estás engañando?"
(really peso? you don't even hug me, you hardly even kiss me. are you cheating?)

"no manches, nunca te haría eso. ahora si
puedo subir?"
(fuxk no, id never do that. can i go now?)

my eyes started to get watery, i tried so hard to not lash out. i nodded and walked past him getting the keys to my car. i didn't know where I was going but i didn't want to be near him. he's being so distant towards me. but before i can even get to the door he blocks it a sigh escaping his lips.

"perdóname amor pero tengo un chingo de trabajo. estoy estresado. no se que hacer. no llores. soy un idiota por hacerte llorar."  he engulfs me in a tight embrace as i try to fight my way out, only for him to hold me tighter causing me to cry even more.
(forgive me my love but i have a ton of work. im stressed. i don't know what to do. don't cry. im and idiot for making you cry.)

"hassan suéltame!" i cried in frustration.
(hassan let go of me.)

"que me sueltes!" he kept shaking his head wiping my face. i hear sniffling and look up to see he's crying too.
(i said let go of me!)

"te amo un chingo hermosa. no te quiero lastimar. te voy a ser honesto, trato de ser fuerte por ti pero tengo semanas que me siento depre. la neta."
(i love you so much beautiful. i don't want to hurt you. i'm going to be honest, i try to be strong for you but for weeks now i've been stressed. seriously.)

he's crying, because he's holding everything in. i understand him completely. it's all built up stress that's leading him to feel this way and i feel awful for not noticing sooner. men are always taught to be strong and hide their feelings, but he should always feel allowed to cry whenever he needs to. we're partners after all.

"hassan, perdóname por no notar que te sentías haci. puedes llorar okey? puedes compartir todo conmigo. aveces uno quiere hacerse el fuerte pero puedes desahogarte. no te quedes con todo."
(hassan , forgive me for not noticing that you were feeling this way. you can cry okay? you can share everything with me. sometimes we try to be strong but you can talk to me. don't keep everything in.)

he nods as i take us to our room so he can lay down and just unwind. i call to get food delivered and help him get dressed in some more comfortable clothes.

"hassan acuéstate mientras esperamos la comida."
(hassan lay down while we wait for the food.)

he didn't hesitate at all and did just that, his arms
open wide asking me to cuddle him. he's such a big baby with me it's so cute. i lay my head on his chest, placing soft kisses on it as he runs his fingers through my hair.

"tengo un chingo de hambre chula.. por esa boquita." what a flirt.
(im so hungry babe. for your lips.)

i couldn't help but laugh and look up at him placing a soft and gentle kiss on his lips since he was so hungry. he holds my face deepening the kiss just a bit more before pulling away.

"que delicia. dame otro beso."
(so good. give me another kiss.)

"ya párale hassan. te estás haciendo el chistoso." a smirk plastered across his face. he was finally content and i couldn't be happier.
( stop hassan. you're being a little jokester now.)

hiii my luvs. just wanted to publish one more before I sleep. gn 😴