#Ay dios mios means oh my god in spanish

[hoperays-song]

Noodlemoon Cooking Skills

(Rosita over at Buster and Eddie's apartment for dinner) Rosita, on the phone with Marcus: I mean I kinda feel like the third wheel sometimes when it's just the three of us, but I love Buster and Eddie both and spending time with them so that's all that matters really-

Buster, yelling from the kitchen: Rosita! We tried making ramen in the coffee maker-

Eddie, sounding panicked: -and we broke everything!

Rosita, sighing: Ay dios mios.

Marcus, snickering: Good luck Ro, y-

Rosita: Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna need it, I know.

[daniswoso]

“Ay dios mio.”

Alexia Putellas x Reader

Warnings: suggestive, alluded smut at the end, but no actually smut if that makes sense, hatred which turns out to be r and AP being dumbasses in love.

Summary: Maybe you don’t hate ‘La Reina’ as much as you thought you did.

You and Alexia had been rivals for as long as you could remember. She was snarky, often making snide remarks on the pitch, she was mean and often times her comments actually hurt your feelings. Though you'd never admit to that.

She pissed you off. Everything about her pissed you off. Her perfect eyes, her stupidly perfect face, her nice body, her ridiculously kind personality off the pitch, the way she'd stop and take pictures with fans even when she was in the biggest rush of her life. You hated just how perfect she was, how drop dead fucking gorgeous she was to you.

God, you had it bad for Alexia Putellas.

***

When the World Cup rolled around, you were ecstatic to have received a call up. And you had gladly accepted.

You felt like you were floating on air as you arrived in Australia. Then you found out you were doomed to share a room with her. Of all the people on the Spanish national team, it just had to be her, didn't it?

Your face scrunched in annoyance at the sight of your name next to Alexia's on the piece of paper the coach had given you. Why her of all people?

Alexia must have been thinking the same, as you saw her face scrunch in disgust, mumbling “Ay dios mio.” (Oh my God) Under her breath, in that stupidly perfect voice of her's. God you hated her. Well, not exactly her, but rather how much you liked her.

God, you really, really liked her.

***

Upon arriving at the room, Alexia having gone shortly before you, you saw Alexia outside. She appeared to be struggling with the keycard.

"Joder." (Fuck.) She mumbled.

"Need some help, la reina?" (The Queen.) You said sarcastically.

***

Alexia's pov.

"Need some help, la reina?" (The Queen.) Y/N said. You froze upon hearing the voice, grumbling before wordlessly passing the keycard to her and rolling your eyes.

God you hated how perfect she looked with that cocky grin on her face. The one she got whenever she sunk a goal into the back of Barca's net when she played against them.

"What's the matter, Putellas? Cat got your tongue, eh?" She teased. God you hated her. And how good she always managed to look, even jet lagged and tired. And how her teeth are so pearly white it's enough to make you swoon and how her stupidly bright eyes are so kind and- Oh.

This wasn't hate. This was a crush.

You grimaced, turning your head to the side and walking inside, hearing her grumble, "Supongo que sí." (I guess so) and walking in behind you.

***

Y/N'S POV.

What happened with Alexia outside threw you off, usually she would make a comment back, take the mick a little bit. But she hadn't. She sounded almost disappointed? But for what?

You decided to push it into the back of your mind, ignoring everything about 'La Reina' . God, you hated her. No you don't, you remind yourself, cringing when you realise that what you thought was hate that you had for Alexia could very well be... a crush.

Dios mio, you thought as you placed your bags down on the bed. Sighing heavily you wiped your forehead for sweat, grimacing when you realised you had been sweating since before you had even landed. You needed a shower.

As you turned to go to the shower, you see Alexia. In only her Barcelona training shorts and a sports bra. You couldn't stop your eyes wandering down to her impeccable abs.

She quirked an eyebrow, smirking smugly. "My eyes are up here, amiga." (Friend.) She said smugly, taking a step toward you as your eyes snapped up to hers.

"Hm. And what nice eyes they are." You muttered, trying to not let her hear, knowing she'd hang it over your head for months to come.

"Oh so my eyes are nice?" She chuckled, taking another step. Your eyes travelled back down to her abs.

"Maybe." You hummed, eyes meeting hers again as she lifts your chin with her index finger. She smirked.

"Is that a maybe?" She said, her eyes flicking down to your lips as she licks her own slightly. "Or is it a yes?" She stared into your eyes softly.  She smelled like her perfume. Her stupidly nice smelling perfume. And her breath smelled like mint, it was like a breath of chilled air when you felt her breath against your face.

"And what if it was a yes, La Reina?" You decided to bite, playing into Alexia's little teasing game. You smirked slightly, quirking an eyebrow.

"Then I might kiss you."

That was all it took before your lips were on hers, shoving your bags off your bed before straddling her hips and deepening the kiss, which she was more than happy to reciprocate, gripping your hips.

"Maybe I don't hate you." She breathed out as you part.

"Maybe I don't hate you either, Reina." You chuckled, making her smile.

"Shut up and kiss me."

"Okay."

******

A/N: enjoy!

[gayhotpriests]

a little tip for people who want to write a bit of spanish into their buddie fics:

querido = dear, not really common as a pet name nowadays unless you're like. a grandma

mi amor = my love, people also use just 'amor' and its probably the most common petname

other cute petnames in spanish include: mi cielo/cielito, mi vida, bebé, cariño (also used by older people), and others depending of the country, you can look that up.

boyfriend = novio, but there's a lot of different slang to mean that kind of relationship, look it up too.

do Not translate holy shit as 'santa mierda', that's not actually a thing! i've seen it too many times and. no. please.

fuck = joder, but it's more commonly used in spain than in latinoamerica. also since it's a verb it has conjugations and shit (ie. dont fuck with me = no me jodas, fucking sexy = jodidamente sexy). it can also be translated as 'maldito/a' depending on the context, like an insult (ie. fucking idiot = maldito idiota).

fuck as an exclamation of frustration can be translated to 'la concha de tu madre!' (your mother's cunt), conveys same feeling as screaming out 'fuck!' hkajsjsk used in various countries.

to fuck/have sex = coger, follar (also most common in spain but i've heard other latinos use it, not where i live though). there's a lot of slang in this too.

nieto = grandson yes, but abuelas dont really call you nieto all the time, they use petnames or nicknames(?) it's really common to have a special nickname only your family uses, like eddito in eddie's case. i would have her and pepa call him eddito instead of nieto or sobrino (nephew)

gringo = person from europe/usa. or just mostly white and/or blond people. can be used as a descriptor or as an insult, it really does depend on context and intention. my abuela calls my boyfriend gringo as a nickname, because he has light colored hair and eyes, but it's not mean-spirited, it's like, with love haha.

other phrases abuelas use: ay virgencita! (refering to the virgin mary, exclamation), señor dame paciencia/fuerza (lord give me patience/strenght, it's literally this 🙄 feeling for grandmas), ay dios mío señor (oh lord, oh my god).

on that note, it's more common to say 'dios mio' or 'ay dios' than just 'dios', when trying to translate 'god/oh god', as an exasperated exclamation or in smut.

that's all i can remember for now! pls latinx side of the 911 fandom add whatever you might find useful. i'm really tired of seeing people butchering the language because they only use GT and dont bother to check it it's right.

[bookskeepers]

the neuroscience of falling in love ☆ chapter one

content warnings: crack. pure, unadulterated crack. hinata speaks awful portuguese. lots of "bro" puns. twitter wars. mean yachi. mention of throwing up

a/n: i gave up on editing timestamps, so please ignore them. it's the beginning of september right now!

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taglist: @punkhazardlaw (send an ask to be put on the taglist pls, i won't be able to keep track of comments)

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translations:

"feche sua boca, rato" = shut your mouth, mouse; "sim" = yes

"com quem? ay dios mio" = with who? oh my god (ay dios mio is spanish)

"voce nao fala portugues" = you do not speak portuguese

"אלוהים יעזור לי" = god help me

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information:

yachi was having a difficult time with anatomy and she accidentally took her frustrations out on everyone else

bokuto was beguiled by your professionalism and your teetering-on-the-brink-of-business-casual-and-casual clothing during his screening

he was 93% convinced he was giving you his number for reasons other than the study (he's a little delusional)

yamaguchi has tsukishima on a leash. no one knows why

yachi and hinata have something going on and if yachi's having a stress-induced stomach ache, mentioning her thing with hinata is a great way to get her to go sleep regardless of what time it is

tanaka has influenced kiyoko's vocabulary but she's in HELLA denial lol

y/n's about as dense as a brick when it comes to anything not-neuroscience related. also she doesn't follow bokuto's private account

bokuto's been staring at the "follow" button on y/n's private account for three hours though (akaashi told him the handle)

kuroo hasn't told akaashi or bokuto about what's going on with him and y/n and now he thinks he should but he doesn't know how to phrase it

bokuto's a big fan of bro code but kuroo knows that if bokuto actually falls for someone bro code flies out the window [it's never been an issue until now tho]

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[sexysapphicshopowner]

🤎 Context/AU (Alternate Universe): Long distance love birds, Stasi and King move in together after graduating college. Cue the ‘let’s christen this place’ jokes, but Kingsley has something a bit more heartfelt in mind.

🤎 Anastasia James: 21, travel blogger

🤎 Kingsley Mancini: 22, photographer

🤎 CW/TW: fluff, lesbians being lesbians, proposal, kissing, pet names, consensual groping, suggestive comments, hickeys, domestic activities, alcohol, swearing, romantic stuff, Italian and Spanish (translations provided), nsfwish, slight angst (only in the beginning for the most part), no google translate, proofread (but not really i need to be sleep rn)

🤎 A/N: Another piece for my love @certainlynotasimp enjoy sugarplum 🫶🏽 (reminder, requests for my tag list are open as well as in general) I was lazy and didn't feel like writing a description for the garden, nor the rings so...deal with it I guess. Enjoy !!

🤎 Notes:

Kingsley was raised by Afro Italian (Mumi) and Afro Spanish (Ma’) mothers so she grew up speaking both Spanish and Italian (born in Italy) 🇮🇹🇪🇸

Anastasia was raised by Afro Dominican parents and grew up speaking Spanish (born in London) 🇩🇴

Kingsley’s contact name for Anastasia is Italian and it means ‘my brown sugar honey’ 🥺

Anastasia is contact name for Kingsley is Spanish and it means ‘my cinnamon apple baby’ 🤎

🤎 Translations: (all translations were checked with the help of deepl translate)

Ma’, pensi davvero che dovrei farlo?- Mom, do you really think I should do this?

Guardami- Look at me

Bimbi- nickname meaning little one

Mumi- nickname meaning Mom

Mi nenita, toda crecida- My little girl, all grown up

Ti amo sempre di più piccola amore- I love you more and more, baby love

No más que yo- Not more than me

Cicchi- nickname meaning chocolate

Bichita- nickname meaning little bug

Merda- shit

Scusi? Non è così che parli davanti a tua madre- I beg your pardon? (Lit. Excuse me) That’s not how you speak in front of your mother

Mi dispiace, mamma- I’m sorry, mom

Cara mia- my dear

Mamme- moms

Buona fortuna- good luck

Buona serata- have a good evening

Ora- now

Madrine- godmothers

Sei proprio un romcompiglioni, Valé- You really are a pain in the ass, Valé

Picci- nickname meaning little or small one

Puttana- bitch

¡Ay Dios mío!- oh Lord or oh God

Paella- Spanish rice dish

Ricotta gnudi- Italian dumplings

È perfetto- it's perfect

Mis favoritos- my favorites

Muevete, por favor. Déjame ir para que podamos ir a casa, mi amor- move, please. Let me go so we can go home, my love

Darmi un bacio- give me a kiss

Su con la vita, amore mio. Ti darò tutti i baci che vuoi dopo cena- Cheer up, my love. I'll give you all the kisses you want after dinner

🤎 Word count: 3.6k

18 June 2017

“When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”

Kingsley

To say I was scared shitless that day was an understatement. I had no idea how she’d respond. Even though we were moving into a house together and had been together for 3 and a half years, I don’t think my anxiety has ever been worse. But I was in love. I still am in love. And I’m going to marry the love of my life.

I played with the ring, looking to my mother in question, “Ma’, pensi davvero che dovrei farlo? I mean…what if she thinks it’s too soon?”

She regarded me for a moment before she spoke, placing her hand over mine to stop me from fidgeting with the ring, “Guardami. I can’t tell you how she’ll respond, bimbi. Have you two ever discussed the idea of marriage?”

“I mean, yeah, we have. And we agreed we wanted to get married before we made it to 5 years together, but like…at first I figured with the house it’d be cute to propose to her now that we’re finally moving into it, but what if……what if it’s too much all at once?”

“Then I’m sure you guys will figure it out. Not being ready for marriage is nothing to break up over, I tell you that.”

“Were you and Mumi ready back then?”

My mumi poked her head in from the kitchen with a smile that ma’ shared, “I wasn’t. It was a different time back then, though. It was hard enough that we hadn’t come out our families yet. The thought of coming out and announcing an engagement? I was terrified.”

Ma kissed her cheek as she sat down next to her, “She helped me reevaluate my reason for wanting to marry right then in the first place. I thought that if we were married when we came out it would legitimize our relationship a little more in their eyes. Sure, I loved her, and yes I truly wanted to marry her it just wasn’t for the right reasons right then. In the end we just agreed that we’d wait to plan the wedding until we were both ready, and in the meantime, we’d grown even closer for it.”

“Very cute, you two but that doesn’t make me feel any better.”

Mumi reached across the table to rub my arm, “Well, why do you want to marry her, Mimi?”

The thought of my girlfriend was usually enough to turn me into a blushing and flustered mess, but sitting in front of my mothers, all I could do was gush about her and this time was no different.

I beamed as I took Mumi’s hand, “Because in all my years, though few they might be, I have never found anyone who sees me the way she does. Anastasia is the muse I had been in search for when I switched my studies abroad. She’s- she’s my everything, simply put. I love her with my entire being. And I want to marry her because she’s someone I don’t think I can live the rest of my life without.”

They shared a look as they both teared up, Ma rubbing Mumi’s shoulder, “Mi nenita, toda crecida.”

My phone lit up with her contact name on it and I held up a hand as I turned my chair around to check the message:

“Looks like someone just got a text from their girlfriend. Feeling better, Mimi?”

I nodded as I looked over my lock screen, “Sure did. Her flight is taking off soon. Which means I have 2 and a half hours to get my life together. Whew, okay……I’m doing this. I’m about to propose to my girlfriend. Merda-“

“Scusi? Non è così che parli davanti a tua madre,” Ma scolded me.

I rubbed the back of my neck, sheepish and apologetic, “Mi dispiace, mamma.”

“Cara mia, go easy on her. She’s stressing out right now,” Mumi defended, tossing me a wink.

I held back my smile as I spoke, “I am sorry, though. Should I…I don’t know, decorate the house a little bit? You know, candles, flowers? Maybe some balloons?”

“Did you show her the garden when you guys bought the place?”

“No, I wanted it to be…a surprise for when we moved in,” I finished, getting excited. I hopped from my seat, sticking the ring in my pocket as I rushed to my mothers, wrapping my arms around their shoulders and kissing both their cheeks, “Mwah, I love you both so much. Thank you, thank you, thank you, mamme. I’ll tell you how it goes tomorrow, I promise.”

“Be safe, bimbi.”

“Buona fortuna, Mimi.”

“Buona serata,” I called as I headed out the front door.

I all but sped off to the house, instantly palming my forehead at the sight of the mover’s truck parked at the end of the driveway, my best friend guiding the workers.

“Kingsley Allegra Vittoria Mancini. Get your ass over here and help! Ora!”

I bit my lip as I grabbed a box of Stasi’s things from the truck, “Wow, Valé. Happy to see you too.”

“Oh don’t act like you didn’t see me before you left to go stress out my madrine. Has the flight left yet?”

“Yeah, Bubbles text me like 30 minutes ago to let me know that they were preparing for take off. Say, I need you to pick some things up for me actually.”

“No.”

I smacked as I set the box on the couch, “You don’t even know what I want nor what for yet.”

“I’ll do it for 500 bucks,” she offered.

“Sei proprio un romcompiglioni, Valé. I don’t have 500 bucks. You know that.”

“Cap.”

“Okay, maybe I do, but dammit, will you just hear me out?”

She folded her arms, quirking a brow at me as she tapped her foot, “Alright. And it better be good or I’m only dropping to 250.”

I pulled the keys from my pocket, holding them out for her to take, “Here.”

She frowned as she took them, “And just what the h-“ she cut off with a gasp as she noticed the ring, inspecting it, “Oh, babes….she’s gonna love it. You’re proposing?”

“Yeah, and I don’t have long. I need you to get some things for me to set up the garden for it. I’m gonna put it all together, but I need you to go get it while I put all these boxes up and out of the way with the movers.”

She rolled her eyes as she handed the keys back, grabbing her car keys from the ledge over the fireplace, “Send me a list. I’ll try to hurry. I know that flight isn’t long and you’ve gotta shower and pick her up as well.”

“That I do. Thanks, Valéncia.”

“Uh-oh. Mimi’s nervous. Talk to me.”

“Do you think I’m moving too fast?”

“It’s been almost 4 years, picci. You guys have bought a house together, and didn’t you both agree that one of you should propose before you guys make 5 years?”

“Well, yeah, but-“

She placed a hand on my shoulder, shutting me up, “No buts. You’ve got this, babes. Hurry with that list, stop stressing yourself or you’ll chicken out.”

I pushed her off of me, rolling my eyes playfully, "Oh, shut it you old bat. I’ll tell you and the mamme how it goes in the morning, okay?”

“Alright, hop to it, asshole.”

I helped the movers take all the boxes into one of the many empty rooms of the house, thanking them for the help before retreating to the guest bathroom to shower and freshen myself up.

My brain couldn’t help but wander as I pulled on my clothes, anxiety twisting in my stomach like a storm brewing on the horizon.

I had a horrifying cacophony of ‘what ifs’ and questions. What if she says no? What if it makes her change her mind about us moving in together? What if I stutter? What if I fall into the lake? What if something catches fire with the candles? What if she doesn’t even answer? What if I lose the ring?

What if she doesn’t like the ring? What if everything that could possibly go wrong does?

What if?

“Puttana! You better not be up there bitchin’ in your head.”

I rolled my eyes as I made my way downstairs, “You got my shit?”

“Of course! I also have some food. You need to eat.”

I shook my head as I took the bags from her hands like a madwoman, rushing toward the back door, “Can’t eat. I think I’ll be sick.”

“¡Ay Dios mío! Please eat for me, Kingsley. Madrina Morgana said you didn’t eat with them and you didn’t eat with me this morning. Just a bite at least.”

“What did you bring?”

She beamed, holding the Tupperware from Ma, “Paella from your Ma and Mumi made ricotta gnudi.”

“Give me a dumpling so I can go set this up and get to the airport for my baby. You can put the rest in the car.”

“Kingsley.”

“Yes?”

“One more thing before I go?”

“What is it,” I asked impatiently as I turned back to her.

She rolled her eyes as she handed me a velvet box, grumbling, “Here, witcha angry ass.”

“Girl what the f-“

My voice died on my tongue as she turned to head out the front door with a smirk, “Mumi owes me 20 bucks.”

I whispered as I looked on at the ring, smiling, “È perfetto.”

Anastasia

Actual heart stop that day. Speechless isn’t even the word. I forgot what words even were. Yet here I am. Engaged to the love of my life.

I laughed softly to myself as my notifications started coming in:

I poked my lip out as she picked up the call, “You know how I feel about surprises, Mimi. Tell me~”

“No, Bubbles. You just have to wait and see. Besides, you said yourself that you like surprises that include blindfolds,” she mumbled, smirk evident in her tone.

I fought back a smile of my own, squeezing my legs together as I watched the carousel of luggage for my suitcase, “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t…but I still wanna know what you’re planning. What if I had something planned and your surprise interferes with it?”

“Well, do you have something planned,” she chimed as I made my way down the escalator. She pulled me into her arms the second I was close enough in reach as I hung up, placing my phone into my pocket.

“I mean, nothing too big, but….yeah I had a lil something-something planned,” I admitted, nibbling on my thumbnail as I thought about the package I’d asked Valé to slip into the house.

“I mean we still have time before it gets dark enough outside to do what I want,” she whispered against my skin as she pressed soft kisses along my jaw and cheek.

I couldn’t help but giggle as I squirmed in her arms, “Alright, alright! You got your one kiss, now muevete, por favor. Déjame ir para que podamos ir a casa, mi amor. I think we’ve given enough of a show in this lobby.”

She relented, letting go of me after one more kiss to my lips, “Alright, alright. I guess the longer we stand here the less time we have to lay up together.”

I prodded her with my elbow as she grabbed the handles for my suitcase and carry-on while I picked up the poster board, “Hey, at least you know.”

I studied the poster she had made as she dragged my luggage alongside her, poking my bottom lip out, “You know what, I might just let you have some tonight. I mean, you made me a proper poster this time around and everything.”

She scoffed at the accusation, “What do you mean “this time around”? My posters are always proper.”

“Yeah, proper jokes. Last time you picked me up after a flight the poster was welcoming me home from rehab. And the time before that it was prison,” I exclaimed.

“I stand by those. They were hilarious,” she shrugged, opening the trunk.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s ride.”

45 minutes later…

After a car ride full of Kingsley rubbing on my thigh like she’d never have a chance to hold it again, I was playing in her hair as she lay on my chest between my legs, kissing my chin.

I smiled, tilting my head down for our lips to meet, “Mm, should I get dressed up for this little dinner you’ve got planned?”

“Just a little bit. You know I know you look good in anything, but you’re gonna wanna be at least a little dressed up for this,” she mumbled before leaning into my kiss.

Kissing her always felt like everything, everywhere, all at once. Every place where our bodies met my skin blazed with heat, all sprouting from the pit of my belly. I could feel her smile against my lips as she moved higher over me, tongue lavishing mine before she sucked on it, coaxing a moan from my throat.

Breathless, I took two handfuls of her shirt as she pulled away slightly, forehead rested against mine, “Well damn, Kingsley. Tell me something good then.”

She chuckled, pressing soft kisses against my lips in between her words, “You have no idea how much I missed you.”

“Mm, I think I’ve got a pretty good one. I mean you haven’t stopped touching nor kissing me since I got here. I don’t mind though.”

Soft brushes with her lips turned hungry as hot, open-mouthed kisses scathed their way down my jaw, her mouth latching onto a pulse point as she sucked softly. I sucked air in through my teeth, a whimper escaping me as her teeth nibbled on the area, “Fuck…”

She let go, kissing the new bruise, “You alright up there?”

I huffed, caressing her cheek with my thumb, “Yeah, I’m okay. Darmi un bacio?”

She moved as if to oblige, lips ghosting over mine before she sat back, rubbing my thighs, “Later. Go get dressed, Bubbles.”

I pouted, folding my arms across my chest, whining, “Hey! You’ve been kissing me all this time, but now that I asked for one it’s a no? Meanie.”

She kissed my cheek quite audibly before pecking my bottom lip, “Su con la vita, amore mio. Ti darò tutti i baci che vuoi dopo cena.”

“Hmph,” I frowned harder, turning my face away from her.

“Stasi-“ she called in a sing song, pulling me into her with her arms around my waist, “The quicker you get ready, the sooner we can kiss.”

I rolled my eyes, leaning into her kiss on my cheek, “Fine. You’ve gotta look cute too, then. And dibs on upstairs. You’ve gotta get ready down here.”

“Whatever~” she rolled her eyes, pushing me up, “Get to it.”

I waited for her to take her clothes downstairs before locking the door, hopping on the sink counter, “Hello?”

“Stasi! How are you, love?”

“Doing quite alright, Ma. I had a question.”

“Yes?”

I nibbled my lip as I looked under the sink for the package, “Could you put me on speaker, actually? So Mumi could hear me?”

“Of course, sweetheart. Cara mia, Anastasia’s on the phone!”

“Ah, darling! How are you?”

I chuckled, “Well, I was hoping to ask you guys for something.”

“Anything,” they answered in unison before laughing together.

“So, you guys know that Kingsley and I have been together for almost 4 years now, and obviously we’re moving in together finally, but I was wondering if maybe-“

“Yes.”

“What?”

Ma giggled as Mumi responded, “Go ahead and ask her. I’m sure you guys will be great.”

My face flushed as I put the velvet bag on the counter, “Thanks guys. It means more than you know.”

“Oh trust us, we know. Go on, you have business to attend to,” Ma chimed.

It didn’t take me long to get ready. At least, I didn’t think it did until a knock sounded on the door, “Baby? I forgot you take forever and a day to get ready. Are you almost done?”

“Not even close,” I joked, putting on my lipgloss.

She groaned, “Ugh, I got myself into this.”

I opened the door, her jaw dropping as I did, “I’m just joking, my love. You ready?” She just eyed me appreciatively, mouth still agape. I closed it, smirking, “Don’t act like you’ve never seen me dressed up before. Come on, you have a surprise for me, don’t you?”

She cleared her throat, scratching her neck sheepishly, “Yeah um…right, right. C’mon, follow me, Bubs.”

I laced my fingers with hers, following her downstairs to the living room. As we reached the couch, she grabbed a strip of silk from the back of the couch, “Alright, time for my favorite part.”

I rolled my eyes, “Yeah, yeah, get it over with, will you?”

She moved with the utmost delicacy and care, sweeping my hair behind my shoulders as she pulled the fabric over my eyes, securing it at the back of my head. She spoke softly in my ear, always with a flair for the dramatic, “Do you trust me?”

“With all of my being,” I whispered, a thrill running through my spine as she placed a kiss to the area behind my ear.

Her hand returned to mine and I followed quite blindly behind her as she led me through an unfamiliar feeling area and I tightened my hold on her hand, causing her to stroke her thumb over my knuckles, “Don’t worry, we’re almost there. It won’t take long at all, I promise.”

I felt her stop in front of me, taking my other hand into hers, “Okay so, before I untie your blindfold, I just want you to know that I promise I hid this place from you on purpose.”

“Will you just take this damned thing off of me?”

She reached around my head, untying the fabric, “Ready?”

Fighting the urge to reach up and snatch the blindfold off, I nodded, “Yes.” She pulled it away, my eyes taking a moment to focus on her before shifting to the scene behind her as I gasped, “What is that?”

She snickered, “It’s a garden, duh.”

And what a beautiful garden it was.

She led me closer to it, as I smiled, “Help- the fireflies?”

She grinned sheepishly, “I had nothing to do with that, but lucky us, I guess?”

I studied her shifty demeanor, noting how nervous she seemed, “Okay, what’s up with all this? What are you doing?”

She rolled her eyes, kissing the back of my knuckles, “You’re so impatient all the time, oh my God. Okay, okay…whew……I can do this.”

“Hey, eyes on me, loser. Breathe first,” I instructed.

She scrunched her nose in distaste, “Shut it. I’m getting to it, I swear. So, I know we’ve been together for 3 years, 9 months, and 13 days-“

“And why do you know that off the top of your head,” I questioned, half-shocked and half-enamored.

“Details, unimportant,” she responded, waving a hand as she continued, “Seeing that we’ve been together for almost 4 years now and are finally moving in together, I was nervous as hell, but I ultimately decided I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. With that being said,” she began, moving to get on her knee as she reached in her pocket.

I stopped her, shaking my head with a hand on her shoulder, “Wait, come here.”

She looked at me confused as she stood, hand still poised at her pocket, “Yeah?”

I reached for my own pocket with one hand, prompting her to continue with my other, “Nothing, go ahead.”

Things clicked as she pulled out a velvet box at the same time I pulled out a velvet bag and she palmed her forehead, chuckling softly, “God, and here I was worried that you’d have said no.”

I smiled, teasing, “Awww, you were stressing over little ole me? For the record not only am I saying yes, but it’s a hell yes times a bajillion.”

She took my free hand in hers, bringing it to her lips, “Well, I know that now, but can I ask properly? I did in fact have a proper speech in mind.”

“Who am I to deny you such a sweet request?”

She returned to her knee, stroking her thumb over my knuckles as she took a deep breath, looking up at me, “As I said earlier, I was nervous as hell, I spent the majority of the morning pulling out my hair back home about any and every worry under the sun, but talking to my moms reminded me why I want to ask you in the first place. I first switched to studying abroad in search of a greater muse than what I could find here in Italy. Luck would only have it that I ended up with you as my guide around London. You’ve been my inspiration, my best friend-don’t tell Valé I said that-my lover, and I want nothing more than to live the rest of my life with you by my side. With that all being said, yes I forgot half of what I wanted to say the second I saw you, I love you and it would do me a wonderful honor if you would marry me.”

I poked my lip out, “I would love to marry you, bichita. On one condition.”

“Yes,” she questioned, eyes still looking up at me full of love and hope.

I tugged her from her knee once more as I pulled out my mother’s engagement ring, “You have to agree to marry me as well.”

She smiled, eyes watering a bit as she opened the velvet box in her hand, revealing a ring I recognized all too well, “I do. Trust me, if nothing else, I will marry you, and start a family, and take care of you.”

I poked my lip out, chuckling through my tears, “Kingsley….is that…is that the ring from when your Ma proposed to Mumi?”

She nodded, “I had went and gotten a ring made for you but Mumi sent it over here by Valé earlier. So? You’re definitely saying 'yes' right now, right?”

I nodded as she took my hand, “Yes, baby. I’ll marry you.”

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Papi

Request taken from @lcandothisallday 's anon : "hispanic reader with jack! ie calling jack “papi” in a nonsexual way and he thinks it’s all cute, speaking spanish around him, cooking him traditional meals"

"papi, let's eat" - you called Jack from the living room, having just received the delivery you asked for almost an hour prior.

"what did you just call me?" - he asked entering the room while drying his hair with a towel. there were a few drops of water falling to his chest and dripping down. he looked hot as fuck.

"papi?" - you asked not getting the relevance of the word.

"fuck, mami. don't ever stop calling me that. how can you make a word sound so cute and hot at the same time?" - he sat, threw the towel on the floor and pulled you to make you sit on his lap.

"you're annoying" - you said laughing and leaning down to grab the food you had already pull out from the brown paper bags.

"but you love me like that, right?" - you ignored his words just to play with him, but as always, he needed you to tell him all the time what you felt for him - "right?" - he asked again with pouty lips and removing what you had in your hands, placing it beside you two on the couch.

"sí, mi amor, you know I love you"

"oh god, no, are you trying to kill me?" - he asked leaning his head back and bitting his lower lip - "what does that mean?"

"my love" - you answered.

"ok, say that again and also say that you love me in spanish"

you laughed and held his face with your hands, leaning forward you placed a soft kiss on his lips and said - "te amo, mi amor"

"fuck, baby" - grabbing your face back, he didn't let you pull back to keep kissing your lips.

"jack, i want to eat" - you murmured against his lips while laughing.

"ok but i want to hear more spanish from you"

"sure but after we eat. I'm starving"

"what are we eating?" - he focused on the food.

"I ordered from a place where they sell food from different countries, so we have toasts from Spain, it's just bread with tomato, olive oil and oregano"

"oregano" - he repeated mimicking your accent making you laugh.

"i also ordered tequeños and empanadas, this are from Venezuela. tequeños are like cheese fingers and empanadas are made of corn flour. you can fill them with basically anything, this ones have ham and cheese and others with meat"

"empanadas and teque... say it again" - he asked confused.

"tequeños" - you said slowly.

"tequeños" - he repeated in a very poor way, but the effort was what mattered.

"that was good" - you said smiling proudly.

"how come you never speak spanish?"

"well, no one around you understands it so I try to not speak it, but I do speak it with my friends"

"well you need to teach me because it sounds so good"

"i will, but let's eat now" - you grabbed a tequeño and dipped it in the sauce the restaurant sent and ate it - "ay, Dios mío" - you moaned - "try this" - you dipped it back in the sauce and put it in jack's mouth.

"ay, Dios mio" - he yelled.

[gangrenados]

Color markers

Have you ever made a really self indulgent fic that it's almost embarrassing? Well here's mine, I just like to draw silly things in my skin idk it's artsy 🤷🏽‍♀️

Also I made the reader speak Spanish, why? Idk I just feel like it. Latina power papa, pura raza es lo que tu ves aqui

Fem!latina reader x Jason

PSA: Hispanic doesn't necessary mean latino, don't be a fool💖

Translation!

Ay mi amor = Oh my love

¿Seguro estas bien?= Are you sure you're okay?

Te quiero demasiado, es más, yo te amo mucho Jason Peter Todd. Yo no sé como, ¡pero dios mio lo que siento por ti es uf muchísimo! Mano yo no sé como explicartelo..." = I love you too much, in fact, I love you so much Jason Peter Todd. I don't know how, but my God what I feel for you is a lot! Dude I don't know how to explain it to you ... "

Te quiero doesn't have an English translation so yeah, weird.

Jason's head bounced lightly against the wooden headboard, making him grimace at the suddenly movement. The lack sleep was really getting into him or maybe it was the tranquility of the day of, he wasn't quite sure.

He shifted lightly, the pressure of your body making him take a sharp breath through his teeth." Jay, I'm sorry! Do you want something for the pain?" Your voice made him feel better somehow. God, he was so embarrassingly whipped.

"I'm fine, babe" he groaned as he fully sat up. Jason noticed the color marks resting all across the empty space your legs created by being apart. He frowned, realizing the colorful collage that adorned his right arms.

It didn't take much for you to notice his confusion, "You told me it was okay," you tilt your head to side as you grabbed his arms gently. Your eyes quickly narrowed over those colorful lines that rounded across his pale skin and mushed over the curvy areas.

" I don't know about you, but maybe I should become a tattoo artist one day."

Your heartbeat raced at the feeling of Jason's chuckles." Yeah, sure. I bet you would make a great job, princess" He joked, taking a more clear look over those doddles that went from little weird things like a cheese with a cowboy hat and Betty Bop cherries to more serious ones like eyes who dared to look somewhat realistic- as much as the skin allowed- and faces.

However, the one draw that caught all of his attention was a smiley face set a little bit lower on his wrist. The doddle was blushing with a shy smile plastered on it and a lot of pink and red hearts surrounding it. Underneath it 'te amo' was wrote in bright pink letters.

Jason didn't expect you to do that, in fact it has caught him of guard. Since the beginning of your relationship he always had the bad habit to question if you really liked or if you just decided to date him out of pity.

Jason didn't took your love for granted and that's why he felt that he had to work to earn it. That was the only way he could feel like he was worth your time and attention.

It might sound silly, but little acts like this always got the best of him.

He took away his arm from you, looking closer to this little drawing made the air caught on his throat. You did love him, after all you wouldn't have put that there if it wasn't true...right?

"Oh hey!" You gasped at the sudden hug of Jason. He rested his head in the crook of your shoulder, trying his best to not break.

"Ay mi amor," you put your hands on top of his, rubbing tiny circles in his bruises knuckles with your thumbs." ¿Seguro estas bien? I can make you some tea if want, just tell me..."

Those words just made his heart ache more." Why are you so nice to me?" That question passed slipped from his mouth without passing through his mind filter. Making him bite his cheek hard at the realization of his mistake.

Jason was really careful with what he says, especially when it comes to emotional stuff like this. He didn't wanted to give power to others to break his heart.

But now he has messed up and he just can't pretend he didn't said that stupid question.

You can't deny that that simple question made a quick flash of pain cross your body. It was hard to hear him said that, even after all of your attempts to show him how much he meant to you, how much you loved him.

You didn't get mad at him though, even if it hurts you knew the reason behind this was a series of unfortunate events that have left your dear boyfriend emotionally wounded.

Carefully you turned to him, breaking out of his grip and dropping some markers in the process. Jason's beautiful blue eyes looked at you with nothing but embarrassment, he didn't wanted you to look at him like this.

"Look, you're my boyfriend and I'll care about you no matter what, okay?" You said slowly, gracing his hands with lingering touches. Jason didn't move or tried to speak, he was as stiff as a stone.

"You're someone really, really important to me and I-" the words caught in your throat and it frustrated you that your mind had become blank due to this emotional moment." Te quiero demasiado, es más, yo te amo mucho Jason Peter Todd. Yo no sé como, ¡pero Dios mío lo que siento por ti es uf muchísimo! Mano yo no sé como explicartelo..."

You took a deep breath and continued."You're someone so strong and kind, I just can't explain this better and I'm sorry, but-"

Your speech was cut of by Jason's lips meeting yours, he wanted nothing more than kiss you. He needed it like air, as cheesy as it might sound.

Both of his hands were set at the back of your neck just to deepen the kiss and make you stay in place as long as you could.

Jason's mind rushed with a million thoughts before shutting down completely. This was okay, even when he felt like his heart would explode at any moment, nothing wrong could happen when he had you between his arms.

He hold onto those hopeful words to dear life in that brief moments of eager happiness between you two. Deep down he knew the angst and insecurity would take down his sudden found of calmness, but Jason wanted to push back those negative thoughts as much as he could.

Your fingers ran through his dark locks tenderly once the kiss was over; there was a little grin adorning your beautiful lips that made Jason confidence bust.

"I don't deserve a girlfriend like you"

" Maybe..." You shrugged off, wanting to play prideful just for a while." Nah baby, you sure do. I'm pretty good, right?"

"Yeah, you sure are." Jason said." I think you're getting a little bit cocky, don't you?"

"I guess I learn that from you." You pecked his lips before hopping off of the bed." I'm making you some tea, okay? I feel like that might help you..."

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[strawberry-lemonade]

me: like oh my god she would be such a transphobic bitch I hate her

my mom: eugghh it still makes me cringe and shudder when people use that word

me: …what word..? transphobic?

my mom: no

me: bitch?

my mom: no

me: …god?

my mom: yeah! it’s just- it’s just like…

me: because it’s weird or because of the intense mormon beliefs that have been hammered into you since you were really young?

my mom: yeah, the mormon thing

me: ..try saying it

my mom: no I can’t-

me: just once

my mom: no I really can’t! which is weird because I have no problem saying it in spanish,

me: like,, ay dios mio?

my mom: yeah, exactly!

me: so like,, should I just start saying ay dios mio around you?

my mom: I mean, sure

me: alright that works

[tinyboxxtink]

Build Me Up Buttercup *Part 9*

Weeeee!!!! Here we go, getting close to the end guys. 

I’m glad so many people like it, it makes me happy. 

Okay okay enough sappiness, we’re not dead yet.

Oh and gotta tag: @wanniiieeee 

If you need to catch up:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Finale

Epilogue

“...Soooo, are we hoping he shows up, or not?” 

Once again, your BFF was there to hear the latest escapades of the saga unfolding. 

“Obviously NOT,” You scoffed, falling back onto the bed. It was stiff, almost…crusty. You tried desperately not to think about just what exactly went on in these rooms on a normal basis.

“Because….?”

“Because I don’t wanna just BANG IT OUT, that’s why!” you exclaimed, wondering why that wasn’t blatantly obvious.

“Yeah but didn’t you say that Barba said that he was still gonna care about you, even after sleeping with you?”

“Yeah…” you twirled your hair again.

“So then if he does come to you then you know he really does believe that, correct?” Your BFF pointed out.

“But what if he doesn’t?”

“Oh come on, you think that Barba would just have sex with you to prove a point to your sergeant?” 

“I mean, what if he doesn’t care about me after, y’know...we fuck,” You said blatantly.  

“Seriously?”

“Yes SERIOUSLY. Come on babe this has all happened SO fast, I mean it can’t be anything other than physical attraction,” 

“You don’t believe that,” 

“Of course I do! Look at me! Metaphorically. Guys don’t ‘date’ me, they wanna fuck me and leave me.  

“Yeah, that’s usually because you fuck them before you give them even so much as a name, and then kick them out in the morning. Nice try,” Your BFF shot down your attempts to self deprecate.

“...Whatever,” 

“Look, I love you. I know you’ve been through hell and back. But, at some point you have gotta let the past be the past, and realize that you’re not that girl anymore. You’re not 16, you’re a grown up. And a smart, beautiful one at that. A guy could easily fall in love with you,” they assured you.

“In less than 24 hours,” you rolled your eyes.

“Okay maybe not love, but certainly more than a dicking. I mean Christ Y/N if that’s all he was after he wouldn’t have defended you to Liv, he would’ve just begged her to let him have a day pass to fuck you and move on!” 

“But, we’re so-- and he’s-- and I’m-- I just can’t see how we’re gonna…” You tried expressing your thoughts but it just wasn’t coming.

“Look, get out of your head. Just, stop. Stop overthinking it,”

“Yeah okay,” you said sarcastically.

Suddenly, there was a knock at your door. 

“Y/N?” you heard Rafael’s muffled voice outside. 

“SHIT,” You hissed into the phone, jumping off the bed.

“Is that him? I TOLD YOU,” your BFF laughed triumphantly. 

“Shut up. I’ll call you later.” you tossed the phone on the bed, fluffed your hair as if that was going to help the situation, and opened the door.

“Hey, can I…?” He motioned inside, leaning into the doorway. 

“First, I need you to be honest with me,” You put your hand up to his chest.

“Okay…”

“How drunk are you?”

“Seriously? I may not drink straight shots of tequila all the time, but that doesn’t mean I’m some old man lightweight,” he scoffed, very offended.

“That’s not an answer,” 

“...Honestly? I think I’m more buzzed off that kiss earlier,” he smirked.

Damn he was smooth. 

 You rolled your eyes and opened the door, letting him walk in. You motioned for him to sit on the bed, to which he replied, “Yeahh….I don’t think I’ll be sleeping anywhere tonight. God knows what is on these,” 

“Really? So how pray tell do you think we’re going to ‘bang it out’?” his head whipped around at that sentence.

“Christ almighty, again Y/N?! Privacy, google it,” 

“Oh whatever, you two were practically screaming in the parking lot,” you scoffed.

“I swear to God, you are so--”

“So what? Stupid? Immature?”

“Infuriating!” 

“Hello, kettle,”

“Oh really? How am I the bad guy here? Olivia sat there and basically called you a piece of ass, and I defended you!”

“And yet, here you are. Ready to fuck,” you presented your hands as if you were a platter. 

Rafael put his hands over his face and paced the room.

“Ay dios mio, me voy a suicidar,” he muttered while pacing. 

“Oh really, you wanna kill yourself? That’s a tad dramatic, counselor,” You scoffed again.

Rafael’s eyes widened, “You understood that?” 

“I heard suicide,” 

“Right...ok look,” he stopped pacing and stood in front of you, taking your hands in his.

“I’m not-- I don’t...want to just, ‘bang it out’,” He rolled his eyes at the notion. 

“But, also-- I don’t not want to….y’know,” He gestured towards the bed with his head. 

“...So you do, but you don’t,” you continued with the sarcasm. 

“It’s not JUST what I want to do, carino,”  he put a hand up to your cheek. 

“Cards on the table, I would love nothing more than to rip that shirt off and ravish you right here, until we have to leave in….Jesus, 7 hours,” He shook his head, knowing he was never going to sleep tonight either way this went. 

“Just not on the bed,” you half laughed.

“...Y’know what? For you, I would risk the thousands of venereal diseases that are seeped into these sheets,” 

“....How romantic,”

“If you really knew me you’d know that is the peak of romance,”

“See that’s the thing Rafael-- I don’t really know you. Not really. And you don’t know me. We just...I don’t know, we had this little chemistry thing going all day, and then y’know you cleaned me up when I was crying, and then held my hand through my story, and I--”

“And that’s why you wanna sleep with me,” he dropped his hands and stepped back from you.

Your face fell, your eyes widened. It had never occurred to you that he would be the one doubting the sincerity of the situation.

“What? Seriously?”

“You just said I don’t really know you, you don’t really know anything about me, except that I helped you through a difficult situation and now you wanna ‘repay’ me, or you feel attracted to me because I made you feel good,” 

Your jaw was on the floor; was he actually saying this? Was he this insecure this whole time?

“That is so not--” you tried to interject but he kept on.

“Then how do you explain it? This, this little attraction coming out of nowhere--”

“It didn’t come from nowhere,” you cut him off without thinking. 

“Excuse me?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Are you a moron, counselor?” you asked, to which he just stared at you dumbfounded.

“You honestly think that just because you dried my tears in a bathroom and held my hand through a story, that I would just throw caution to the wind and make a very obvious, romantic grand gesture? In front of my BOSS? Olivia could’ve fired me at any point today for ‘fraternization” or “unprofessionalism”, or a million other things that have run through my mind. You think that I would just risk my career because I thought you were nice?!”

Now it was Rafael’s jaw on the floor, flabbergasted at your sudden admission. He shook it off quickly, walking back up to you and caressed your face once again.

“So...you do have an insane crush on me?” he smirked.

“I wouldn’t go far as to say ‘insane’....spirited, maybe,” you blushed, making him grin like a kid in a candy store.

“AND, really to be honest it’s only been a subconscious thing, I think. But this morning at the gas station, something just…”

“Clicked,” he finished your sentence.

“Ye-Yeah,” You whispered, now once again stunned.

“Yeah…” he smiled, rubbing your jaw with his thumb. 

“So….what are we doing here, counselor?” You tried to keep your voice from wavering, but his hands on your face and the smell of his cologne was driving you nuts.

“We’re standing here, detective,” he smirked.

“Oh fuck off don’t be cute about this,” you hit his hands away at his snarkiness.

“But I’m so good at it,” he pulled on your hands playfully. 

“Alright what are we going to do about….” you gestured between the two of you.

“Well, I told you what I want to do,” he smirked again, pulling your face close to kiss you, but stopped mere millimeters from your lips. 

“BUT, I also don’t want to do something just because Olivia tells me to,” he pulled back quickly, amused at the annoyance on your face.

“So what, you wanna make out like teenagers? Wouldn’t that just be proving her point?” You scoffed, trying to hide the fact that you wanted to do so much more than that.

“I just...I don’t want us to...and then you--” he made hand gestures left and right.

“And then I? And then you!” you hit him softly. 

“No, not me. You think you’re the only one with a subconscious?” He raised an eyebrow, indicating he had always felt the same about you.

“So...neither of us, wants either of us, to change our minds,” you pulled him in closer once again, your arms wrapped around each other’s necks. 

“But both of us, assume that we will,” you continued, moving a hand to play with his collar sans tie, so that it was showing the tiniest bit of his chest.

“SO-- I propose this,” You patted the chest window with both hands. Rafael took this chance to grab them and keep them there, anxious to hear your proposal.

“We….have some fun,” you wagged your eyebrows suggestively. 

“And since both of us already think that the other one is gonna bail, we’re not gonna expect tomorrow to be any different, right?” 

“Right…” he held onto your hands, forcing you to balance back and forth on your toes. 

“And, if we both still feel the same when we get home…” you clung tighter to the collar, pulling yourself closer to his face.

“Then we do this. For real,” you whispered, staring him straight into his gorgeous green eyes.

“...And what happens when one of us changes our mind when we get to the city?” He brushed hair away from your face.

“Well then, I’ll just transfer units so you can get over me,” You gave him a tongued smile.

“Oh, I think you’ll be transferring to get over me, carino,” he smirked.

“What does that mean, by the way? I hope it’s nothing bad, considering you’ve called me it all day,” you asked, and he laughed. 

“No no no, not bad-- never,” He kissed your forehead.

“It means like, ‘sweetie’ or ‘honey’, it just sounds prettier in spanish,”

“It really does. To be honest you could call me trash in spanish and I’d still think it was sexy as hell,” you admitted, making him laugh louder.

“I would never call you basura, carino, EVER,” he assured you, going in for another kiss; this time, he didn’t stop. 

You both began kissing each other furiously, the crescendo of your wants from the entire day came spilling out all at once like a broken dam. Without thinking you jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist. Surprised, he momentarily stumbled back, but quickly adjusted your weight in his grasp, pulling you tighter into him. You could feel his growing member against your thigh, and you couldn’t help but smile knowing you were the reason for it. All of a sudden you felt yourself falling back onto the bed, Rafael continuing to kiss you.

“Oh yeah sure just let me get the jizz germs on me,” you giggled in between kisses. In response, he crawled on you and moved you up closer to the headboard, his entire body now on top of you.

“Alright there, my body is full of jizz now too, happy?” he panted. 

“Yeah I know it is, I can feel it,” you smirked, grabbing his belt and tugging on his erection. He moaned, his eyes widening in shock and excitement.

This was it, no going back now….

[weeinterpreter]

diamond.

“Ay dios mio,” Samsonetta whispered, crouching beneath a bush and staring at Juliet who had just placed a boot on the monster’s belly.

Juliet gave her a questioning look. “Not good? Shall I put it around my shoulders instead?”

Samsonetta kept gaping and Juliet came over. “Que pasó? You okay?”

“It… that… It’s the Tlahuelpuchi!”

“The?” Juliet asked and paled. “Please tell me it wasn’t the last one. I’d hate to be responsible for its extinction.”

Samsonetta rolled her eyes, waking up from her stupor. “No, tonta. It kills children and is very dangerous. You must have a magic talisman that protected you.”

Juliet snorted. “Right. I don’t need protection against such whimps. Are there any more around? I’ve been meaning to try out some new moves.”

Samsonetta wouldn’t let it go. “I am serious, Julieta. You cannot face them without the necessary protection. Are you wearing any charms?”

Ignoring the question, Juliet strode into the big, dark forest, only armed with a challenging grin.

Spanish words:

Ay dios mio - Oh my God

Que pasó? - What happened?

tonta - idiot

Tlahuelpuchi - Mexican vampire

[allie1804-fan]

Please Assist Me (Chapter 8)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

She Said

When I woke up the next morning my head was aching slightly from the wine. As memories of the night before flooded back, I felt butterflies in my stomach. The secret was out now, what next?

I rolled over and grabbed my phone to check the time and noticed the little red number 1 by my messenger app. It was from Keanu.

“Morning sweetheart – hope you’re OK and not regretting what we shared last night. I’m glad it’s out in the open but what now? I read about social bubbles - can we form one?  I promise I’m safe – not seen a soul in person since I got back and I think I qualify as lonely!”

I didn’t reply right away. I needed to think about the bubble I’d already formed to help keep the kids sane. There were 2 other families with similar age kids and we rotated round our homes on week days. Each day there were online lessons in the morning and in the afternoon, whoever had the kids would entertain them with cooking, crafts, quiet play and some TV time. The system gave each set of parents some alone time to help with work as well as their sanity with coping with home schooling. The bubble relied on honesty about who you were seeing if anyone outside the bubble. It needed not to be too leaky and you needed to agree on other things about covid like masks, hand washing, how much shopping you did out of the home etc. They all already knew who my boss was but I didn’t think I could claim that physical contact with Keanu was essential to me doing my job! And if we started dating (which I guess was the natural next step from what we’d shared the night before), if the kids knew, they could not be relied upon to keep that a secret and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

“No regrets  - social bubble a good idea - would  just need to run it past members of my kids’ bubble am in already for school. Chat later? I’ll be free after 10”

I took the kids to Julie’s as it was her school day that day and got back home by 10 ready to talk to Keanu. I propped the ipad on the kitchen counter and dialled.

A shaggy, shower fresh, wet haired Keanu appeared on the screen wearing tight jeans and a blue t-shirt – this didn’t help my composure much  - nor did him kissing his fingers and blowing me a kiss but it convinced me we  needed to find a way to see each other in person. I said as much:

“You know, I watched “The Lake House” while you were away and I was thinking that maybe we should be like Alex and Kate and write each other chaste letters until there’s a vaccine but seeing you like that has changed my mind!”

He laughed and blushed – that’s all we seemed to make each other do since we started talking about our feelings.

“no, no, no and no” was his firm reply “I know I played that guy but in real life I am not that patient …….. or chaste!”

I laughed at that and went onto explain how the school bubble worked, reassuring him that I trusted the other moms and dads broadly – and since they already knew I worked for him, the excitement of a celebrity connection had lost some of its drama.

“But we’ll need a credible reason to ask them to let you into the bubble -  I don’t think I can claim it’s necessary for work! But like you say, I can possibly plead for helping out my lonely boss / friend. No-one is seeing elderly parents other than over a garden fence or on zoom so they’ll know you can’t see your Mom, you have one sister in Italy and maybe we could say you can’t see Karina either as she has a vulnerable partner.”

“you should go into writing! You’ve built me a credible backstory for why I have no other social contacts and can plead loneliness!”

“But I don’t want people to know there’s anything more to it than helping a friend OK?”

“You embarrassed by me?”

“Ay Dios mio, no!  don’t be ridiculous!”

“I’m kidding” he laughed, I love when you resort to Spanish by the way.

I touched his lips on screen with my fingers. He smiled back.

“No, I agree let’s keep it low key, we should take it slow”

“And for the kids - I don’t want to confuse them”

“Right of course …… “This is crazy” he exclaimed out of nowhere.

“What?”

“I know It’s right to take it slow but God this pandemic is making everything feel so heightened, so urgent”

I giggled and instinctively put my hands up to my face, peaking out at him from between my fingers, embarrassed.

“Am I freaking you out?”

“No but it’s just like you can read my mind!”

“Oh?”, he cocked an eyebrow at me

“I want to kiss you “

“And I want to hold you “

“And do everything else ‘normal people’ do in normal times”

“Jesus that show has l lot to answer for” He ran his hand through his hair making it stick up in crazy directions.

“Mmmmm nice do!”

And so it went on like that for a few days  - we either phoned, face timed or messaged and what we said was often turning suggestive.

 He Said

After admitting we had feelings for each other, we talked and decided to try and get me into her school moms bubble.  When we communicated, whether via phone, facetime or messages, it was always turning flirty. She was so damn sexy and I was getting desperate.

Fortunately her group chat with the other moms went well and they were agreeable to helping out a lonely man and allowed me into the bubble – apparently their only request was that I would have to meet them at some point in the future when we were allowed.

I told Karina that I wouldn’t be able to see her other than in a socially distanced way and why. She was so delighted to hear that Sophia and I had admitted we liked each other that she didn’t mind the sacrifice!

Our first date was by necessity a dinner at Sophia’s house  - that was about all we could do given the stay  at home ruling and the kids. A night alone could be some way off though I can’t deny I was thinking about the times when the kids would be at one of the other parents’ homes on a school day leaving the day-time clear as an opportunity to get connected!

Sophia made sure that the kids had the same story as the moms about the reason I was joining the bubble and coming to dinner. When I arrived at their house, they hugged me so tight to say sorry that I was so lonely and Eva had made me a cheer up card.

After dinner (lasagne followed by brownies -of course), we set the kids up to watch some TV while we got on with the clearing up. In the kitchen, I stood  behind Sophia at the kitchen sink, sliding my arms around her middle and leaning  in to kiss her neck. She groaned but quickly pushed me away urging me to wait till  later.

“Those kids have a 6th sense for walking in when you don’t want them to” she said so I backed off and picked up a tea towel. Straight after that, Eva walked in right on cue and Sophia raised her eyebrows as if to say “told you!”

Later, when we were finally alone with the kids in bed, we sank onto the sofa with wine in hand. It was reminiscent of that first time I had stayed at her house, only this time, my feelings were far clearer in my mind!

Now can I kiss you?

 She Said

The anticipation of our first kiss was delicious ………..and the actual kiss perfect.

Ever since he’d arrived that evening, I hadn’t stopped thinking about it. We’d hugged hello – a big squeeze -  and he’d kissed me on the cheek, lingering just a little longer than he’d done in the past and as he talked over dinner, I swear I looked more at his lips than his eyes!

When we were finally alone after dinner, sitting on the sofa, he asked if he could kiss me.

“God, yes please!” was all I could manage to say. He took my wine glass from my hand and set it on the table.  Then he placed his hands on the top of my arms just below my shoulders and leaned in, touching his soft lips to mine, just closed lipped at first. Our eyes were open at first but then his hands slipped round to my back, gently pulling me closer.  I opened my mouth slightly and felt his tongue slip between my lips and probe my mouth. I gave into the intensity and closed my eyes and as the kiss deepened, my hands rose up to his face. My fingers traced the silky skin behind his ears and moved to his neck. The soft contrast of his skin compared to his rougher beard against my face was driving me wild.

My heart was racing and I needed to catch my breath – I pulled back and opened my eyes. I’m sure I was panting a little and we were both flushed.

“That was worth the wait” I murmured.

“Intense huh?”  He offered

“Mmmm”

I needed to get myself together so I patted his chest and asked  

“Can I put my head here? There’s things I need to say to you but it’s easier if I don’t look at you.

“Ok” he said with a nervous rising inflection.

“You know I said I watched “The Lake House” when you were way, well I’ve been day-dreaming about kissing you ever since”

I could feel him chuckle underneath my cheek.

“Well, I’ve been thinking about it since our kiss goodbye at xmas, when we bumped noses!

I smiled and gave him a little squeeze.

“That intensity, it doesn’t bother me exactly, that’s the wrong word but I AM kind of wondering, you know, why it’s so intense, I mean is it the pandemic making our human connections seem all the more precious or is it because I’ve been single for almost 2 years or is it because, if I’m honest, these feelings I have for you have been building since the autumn? Especially after Miguel’s accident and I know I was jealous about Anja.

He chucked again “you were?”

I nodded my head slightly against his chest

“I didn’t want to admit it to myself and I didn’t like myself for it either”

His reply surprised me

“Well I basically went out with Anja as an avoidance tactic so don’t beat yourself up too much!”

“You did?”

“Uh huh - Alex told me months ago he thought I was sweet on you AND your kids and I was all ‘no no it’s just because she’s so good at her job that I mention her every second breath’ and then there was the whole boss / employee thing so I told myself “this can’t happen” and then Anja asked me out and, well you know the rest!”

By now I’d started to shake with laughter against him

“OMG we are so Marianne and Connell!”

“Yup!” He agreed

He Said

Oh Wow, that first kiss took my breath away.

Afterwards, she was so sweet. She said she’d been day-dreaming about it after seeing “The Lake House” whilst I was away. That was weird given I know there was a part of me channelling some of my past on screen roles and kisses when kissing her. Pulling her to me was both a natural instinct but also something I’d rehearsed specifically for “Something’s Gotta Give”

The feel of her tiny, soft hands on my neck was driving me wild and she was flushed and panting slightly when she  pulled away.

When she lay her head against my chest and talked it was the weirdest feeling. It was kind of like hearing the machinations of my own mind over recent days spilling out.

She was trying to analyse her feelings and what was making us have such a powerful connection, expressed in that first kiss. Was it the pandemic, was it her single status or that our feelings had been brewing away for months now with no release valve. Laughter ended up being a kind of release – laughing about her confession of jealousy and me basically dating Anja as an avoidance tactic!

When I said that maybe  the feelings were just normal for a new relationship, I think I was partly trying to convince myself that we shouldn’t worry that circumstances were unnaturally heightening our feelings. She said she hadn’t felt this way about her ex husband and of course then bounced the question straight back at me.

I had to admit that this was knew to me, especially for a first kiss. Maybe I should have started singing “It never happened before” but I just sank into another kiss enjoying the dance of our tongues and the sharp contraction in my groin.

When she pulled back a second time, she softly brushed my cheek with the back of her hand and I held it to my face and sighed. I could feel tears pricking at my eyes and buried my face in her hair to give me a moment to control them. She was right, this was intense.

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[bisexual-buck]

Dear 9-1-1 fic writers,

A helpful tip: If you’re going to have Eddie speak Spanish, please run it by a Spanish speaker. Someone who knows Spanish just because they took a few years of a class is not always enough to help, nor is google fucking translate, because of word context.

Something I’m seeing the very common use of is “Dios” and different terms of endearment, scattered about in an English-language fic with no other Spanish narration or dialogue. I’ve seen the use of this argued in other fandoms, so I’m not going to delve too much into this, but I will give my best simple tips.

Don’t use Dios as a replacement for “God” even though it directly translates to that word. What would more likely be used is “Ay Dios mio” or the shortened “Ay Dios” as a phrase, but is still considered less common because it’s not used as loosely as “Oh my God” is in English. That being said, using Dios at the beginning of statements in replacement of “God,” such as in: “God, can you believe what just happened?” does not translate the same in meaning— only in direct translation.

Moving on to terms of endearment: We love these! We all do! Spanish is one of the top romance languages, and half of our main ship is Mexican! Why not use it? The thing is you can, but you need to use it right, and a lot of what I see is just. not. it. Because I don’t want to cover them all, I’ll focus on just one that I have been seeing used most commonly: Corazón. This directly translates to “heart” and means just about diddly squat if you don’t type “mi corazón” which translates to “my heart” but holds an entirely different meaning if used between two love interests— just as it would if a mother said this about/to her child or someone said this while literally talking about their heart. I literally read Eddie saying “Yeah, corazon” to Buck in a fic earlier and had to double-take to get what they meant because I read it as “Yeah, heart”— not a term of endearment. It does not hold the same meaning in both translations. When using this and other terms of endearments, just remember that these words are not all interchangeable with their direct English translations, especially not something like “babe.”

Different terms of endearment carry different meanings, and also remember that they carry different weight. To say “mi vida” has more weight than using “cariño.” Create the environment in which it makes sense and use it correctly, or don’t use it at all.

[torresandbishop]

do you know what Torres and Bishop said in Spanish? Or if any Hispanic fans can enlighten those of us who don’t know any Spanish?

I’m in the middle of learning Spanish myself, so the only thing I caught was “ay dios mío” which is “Oh my God.” Can anyone help us out?

Update: (thank you @pllfrommars for the translation!) So when they arrive and he kinda hits the car he says: Basura. He means trash, like the car is piece of trash or crap. Then when him and Ellie are walking towards the apartment that McGee and Gibbs are in you can hear him say again “basura” again. And then he says “no me tienen respeto” which means they don’t respect me. That’s when Ellie says “ay dios mio” which is oh my god.

[cas-backwards-tie]

I Know Him?

Jason Todd x Latina!Reader

Request: Hi I read your dick x Latina reader earlier this week and it was amazing so I was wondering if your not to busy if you can do a Jason Todd and Latina reader ? Where she is mad at him for coming home late not knowin he is red hood and cusses him out in Spanish and he tries to keep her from murdering him idk 😂? If not it’s fine 😁❤️

Warnings: CURSING... a lot of cursing. 

A/N: I’m sorry my requests are taking me so long! I’ve been really busy with the holidays and trying to register for community college.

Translations:

▲ ángel = angel

▲ “Un Idiota? Ay Dios mio..” = “An Idiot? Oh my God...”

▲ la Virgen = the virgin (virgin mary)

▲ el diablo = the devil

▲ “whatever puta que estas follando” = “whatever slut you’re fucking”

▲ “Crees que esto es chistoso,” = “you think this is funny,”

Listening to the jingling of keys and the tell-tale sound of the keys turning in the lock, unlocking the door which is slowly being opened, I clench my jaw. Watching the light from the hallway start to flood the living room slowly, I flick on the lamp set atop the couch-side table. 

Not being able to contain my smile, I watch as Jason jumps a little, dropping his keys as he holds his hands up, quickly dropping them back to his side. “What the hell Y/N! Don’t do that! Why the hell were you just sitting in the dark-”

“waiting for you” , “-waiting for me” Jason and I spoke simultaneously.

“Why were you wai-” Jason started to walk over, slowly dropping his bag from his shoulder to the floor beside the coffee table.

“-waiting for you? Who do you think I am, ángel?” I sit one of my legs atop the other, crossing my arms as I tap away at my shoulder, brows slightly furrowing. “What do you take me for?! Un Idiota? Ay Dios mío... Jason...”

“No! Of course not! Why would I think you’re stupid? Babe, what’s going on?!” Jason kneeled in front of me, one hand on my leg. His eyes starred into my own, searching and pleading for the answer he was searching for. Stupidly, he shouldn’t have to ask.

“What do you mean ‘what’s going on?!’, Jason I am not stupid! Okay? This needs to end or I swear to la Virgen, that you’ll be spending the rest of your days con el diablo! I can’t believe I ever trusted you...” My facade falters a bit as the end of my sentence starts to droop with my sadness elevating. A whole rush of emotions runs through me as it had before when I realized what was truly going on.

“Trusted me? Needs to end? What the HELL are you talking about Y/N?! US? Do WE need to end?!” Jason gestures between me and himself rapidly, his emotions escalating as well. Standing up to meet him, I get on his eye level.

“Mierda! Jason! What the hell! Do I really need to spell it out for you? You need to END this with whatever puta que estás follando!” 

“In English?” Jason frowns, putting a hand on his hip.

“Ahhh... Crees que esto es chistoso, huh?! YOU NEED TO FUCKING END IT WITH WHATEVER FUCKING SLUT YOU’RE SLEEPING WITH, YOU MORON!” I try to control the rage flowing through me as I ball my fists up, trying myself as I withhold from throwing or hitting something.

“What?” Jason asks in a hurt voice, his hands dropping to his side, no longer balled-up. His surprise takes me back, I will admit to that... but I wasn’t expecting this... he’s just faking! I know it! He has to be! “Y/N... wha- why would you think that?” Jason shakes his head slightly from side to side, “why would you think I’m cheating on you?” Jason’s voice starts to hint towards anger again.

I take a deep breath before answering. “Who else stays out till fucking three A M, Jason?! Why else would you come home late, refuse to wear clothes that show where she probably left fucking marks and why can’t you even look at me?! Why would you fucking act sketchy every night? HUH?! I’m not FUCKING stupid Jason! I’m not oblivious, either! Maricon.” I cross my arms again, turning to the window as I can’t bear to look at him.

I hear Jason take a deep breath before he speaks again, “Come with me...” 

“What?” I turn to him, confused.

“Come with me!” he takes a hold of my hand a little too forcibly for my liking as he drags me toward the door.

“Right now?”

“Yes, right fucking now Y/N! When else?!” Jason throws the door open, grabbing his keys he stuffs them into his pocket carelessly.

“You.... want me to go down there?” I point towards the man-hole Jason had uncovered, face contorted with disgust.

“...Yes, Y/N. Just go, already!”

“No!”

“Why not?” Jason rolls his eyes.

“because you’re trying to kill me!”

“Darling... if I wanted to kill you, you’d be dead by now...”

“AND THAT’S SUPPOSED TO HELP?! What the hell, Jason!” 

“Please... Y/N, just trust me.” Jason begged with his cutest puppy-dog eyes which he knew I just couldn’t resist.

“Fuck you,” I give him a pointed look as I make my way down the ladder.

As I hear Jason jump down the last few rings to the ground I turn around. “And now?” I ask him, implying his stupidity. 

“Just follow me” Jason leads the way as he turns on the flashlight with his phone.

“I mean seriously... Killer Croc lives down here, you know? We could literally be EATEN right now!” I hug myself tightly as I look around hurriedly, paranoid of my thought turning into reality.

“Babe... trust me... He won’t. He doesn’t live down here anymore, he’s in the most heavily-guarded prison in this country! Plus, I would never bring you down here if I was sure it wasn’t safe.” Jason speaks confidently, as if he’s the best boyfriend in the world... yeah, well we’ll see about that. I make a ‘hmph’ noise as I try to keep up with his fast pace.

“safe, maybe... but sure as hell not sanitary.” I mumble to myself as I catch up to him, opening a door labeled “Fallout Shelter”

“Where the hell are we even going? I swear... Jason.... if you bring me into some illegal shit... if you’re a drug dealer? We’re gonna have a big problem!” I speak loudly, hopeful he’ll hear me as he’s farther into the room already. Quickly shielding my eyes from the blinding light which I assume Jason had turned on, I eventually adjust and bring my arm down.

“Well... drug dealer, no... I actually kind of try to bust them, that’s more of my thing.” I look around the huge space, inspecting the old structure but the new computer and recently cleaned shelf. I scan the shelves until I reach a photo of... Batman and Robin? “What the? Jason! Come loo-”

“You don’t have to yell... I’m literally right here.” I turn to see Jason right behind me.

Turning to look at my surroundings one more time I notice the faint painting on one of the unused walls. GCPD Fallout Shelter... “Ohhhh.... my God!” I whisper-yell, “Jason please tell me this isn’t what I think it is....”

“I guess that’d depend on wha-”

“But I thought he didn’t work with the GCPD.... that wouldn’t make sense... but then again, it technically would because the police never really try to-”

“If you weren’t rambling then maybe I’d tell you what this i-”

“NO! We need to leave right now! What if Batman comes back?!”

Jason starts laughing...

“This isn’t funny Jason! Do you know what Batman would do to us for trespassing?!” I turn to head for the exit again before Jason grabs my arm, his laughter dying down. “Come on!”

“Babe... Batman’s not coming back.”

“How do you know that?” My eyes widen in fear... did he kill Batman?! But.... Jason isn’t capable of that...

“This isn’t the Batcave Babe... I can promise you that.”

“How do you know?” I repeat once more.

“Are there any bat-symbols in here?”

I inspect the room once more... “nnnnnnn....- YES! There!” I point towards the.... “No, no, no, no, nooooo.... tell me you did NOT find this!” I walk closer to the suit which stands in a glass casing. Red Hood... this was Red Hood’s secret lair or whatever. 

“Y/N,” Jason sighs from behind me, his steps sounding closer. “I am the Red Hood.” 

I turn to look at him with a smirk and raised brow. “You're... serious.” I turn back to the glass casing, inspecting the suit, looking over to the red helmet beside it. 

“I’m not cheating on you Y/N... I just didn’t want to bring you into all of this.”

“And you didn’t already do that by just dating me... already?”

“Ehhh... so maybe not my best idea, but still. I mean, I was going to tell you at some point, I just wanted to make sure I could trust you... you know?” Jason rubs the back of his neck out of nervousness.

“I get it... I just...” Now it’s my turn to sigh, “I wish I didn’t think you were cheating.”

“Trust me... me too, Doll.” Jason steps closer to me.

“But how do I know this is true? Like what if you’re just Red Hood’s friend or something?” I turn towards him, searching his eyes.

“If you really want, you can ask Batman.” Jason offers over his shoulder as he walks over to the ginormous computer to my left. 

“You know Batman? Like you know who he really is?!” I jump a little as I excitedly jog over to him. 

“Oh trust me... I know him better than most.” Jason says snidely, making my heart wrench a little. 

“w-wait.... is that why?” I throw my hand over my shoulder, gesturing back. “Is that why you have a picture of...” I turn to look back towards the photo on the shelf. “... you were him... you were Robin... but that means... that means... you told me you never actually died, everyone just thought you did... even Bruce.” 

“That’s... not exactly true.”

“but if you were Robin... that means... well... I mean... who was Batman then?”

“You’re closer than you’d think.”

“Noo....” Jason looks over at me with a raised brow, “No!” He tilts his head, “Really?” I let out a disbelieving breath. “But I’ve met him! I know him!”

“Yuuppp...”

“NO WAY! Where’s the Batcave? I need to call him now...” I see Jason roll his eyes at me, smiling as I reach into my back pocket to retrieve my phone.

“Hey,” Jason stops me by putting his hand on my forearm.

“Yeah?”

“We’re okay... right? Like... you and me... we’re okay?”

“I mean honestly you’re gonna have to explain ALL this shit to me, but yeah... I mean... yeah... the Red Hood saves people, how could I complain about that?” I smile at him, happy at how our argument turned out, and happy that my fears aren’t true. Jason retracts his hand from my arm as I unlock my phone to call Bruce.

[dontshootmespence]

Passive-Aggressive Partnership

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 @coveofmemories​

Part 9

Note: I wanted to have one of the team members interview a victim in Spanish. I used Google translate, so there will undoubtedly be mistakes. Just, bear with me.

                                                            —–

“College roommates Colin Kincaid and Robert Mobley were found in an alleyway outside a local bar with their genitals cut off,” Hotch started as Reid walked into the Bureau that morning. After getting changed into new clothes, he and Y/N took separate cars so she could get to examining these two victims. “By the lack of blood in the alleyway, it’s likely that they weren’t killed there, but dumped.”

As JJ rifled through the pictures, handing one off to Spencer who was just sitting down, she noted the brutality of the wounds. “The one victim looks like a clean slice, the other…”

“The other looks like it was ripped off,” Morgan said, shaking with the thought. For some reason anytime something happened to one guy’s parts, it was a community feel, with all guys subtly protecting themselves. 

“Oh my god,” Garcia exclaimed, walking into the room to see the grotesque picture on the screen. Freezing in place, she pointed at Rossi, who was holding the remote, and then pointed at the screen. “Please, tell me when it’s gone. I don’t need that in 1080p.”

“All good,” he said, causing the pictures to vanish and the victims’ pictures to come up instead. “We all have hard copies anyway.”

While Penelope booted up her laptop to start a general search, Emily made her contribution. “Whoever we’re dealing with definitely has a lot of rage built up. These men could be surrogates for someone that abused them in the past.”

“Considering the injuries, they could also be sexual assailants themselves and this is about revenge,” Reid said. For the only wound to be in the genital area was odd, unless that was the source of the unsub’s anger for one reason or another. 

“Garcia,” Hotch said, taking what Reid said and running with it, “Do either of the victims have a record?”

Garcia slapped away on the keyboard, the pitter-patter of keys sounding like a light falling of rain. “Oh do they ever,” she started, immediately pulling up not only their records, but two articles from local papers and posting them to the TV screen. “Colin and Robert were both accused of raping a recent immigrant to the United States, Magdalena Sanchez. Ms. Sanchez claims that the two raped her while she was on her way home from work one day last spring, but both boys have fathers with quite a lot of moolah to throw around if you know what I mean.” As she filtered through the information, Emily said what everyone was thinking. 

“I hate the fact that we have to find who did this and put them away.”

“Me too,” Rossi replied. “But we can’t have vigilantes running around.”

Emily sighed, “I know, but I wish people couldn’t play the system.”

“Me too. It’s disgusting,” Garcia interrupted, “but Girl Genius here has a little more information for you. Not only did both boys have the best defense lawyer in the area on retainer, courtesy of their fathers of course, but the fathers also made generous donations to the college, presumably to have them downplay what happened.”

Spencer scoffed. “Disgusting.”

“Our likely profile is that of a vigilante,” Hotch said, starting up with their orders for the day. “Which means we are already ahead of the game in regards to tracking him down. JJ, I want you to go to the college and interview the dean. Given that these boys had the best defense lawyer in the area, I doubt we are going to be able to interview the fathers just yet. Morgan, you and Rossi go to the alley where they were found. Emily, I want you to go and interview Ms. Sanchez. And Reid, you and I will head to the ME’s office to see if she’s made on progress on our two victims.”

                                                           —–

On the way to the ME’s office, which at this point, Reid wanted to be going to alone, Hotch hinted at the topic of the two of them. “She’s good,” Reid said, wanting to be truthful but also not wanting to divulge too much. “We’re good. And we have no problem working together just so you know.”

“I never doubted that,” Hotch said, pulling up to the ME’s office. “Let’s go see if she has any information for us.”

If Reid had come alone, he would’ve walked in and kissed her (even though it had only been a few hours since they’d last seen each other), but with Hotch in tow, he knew it wouldn’t be appropriate. Although neither was the makeout session in her office before they started dating. “Morning, Agent Hotchner,” she greeted. If Reid were her, he would’ve said good morning to both, because leaving him out would undoubtedly lead his boss to believe that he’d spent the night at her place. “There honestly isn’t a whole lot to discuss when it comes to cause of death. Both men died from loss of blood directly related to having their penises cut off,” she grimaced.

“We noticed from the crime scene photos that one looked like it was cleaner than the other,” Reid said, attempting to act as professional as possible. It was a little difficult considering she’d decided to wear a jewel green tank top and blazer that morning. The top was dangerously low, but she didn’t seem to care. That was another reason he liked her, much more confident and carefree than he. 

When Y/N looked up she could see a smile paint the corners of Hotchner’s face. Of course he knew about last night. Spencer only worked with the best after all. But if he wanted to be aloof about the two of them then that was fine by her. “Yes, one was cleaner than the other. Robert’s looks like it was cut off with a straight-edge knife, while Colin’s was removed with a serrated knife. Given that the only wound was the unfortunate appendage removal, I can’t tell what kind of knife was used on Robert, but Colin’s I will be able to tell the exact model after a little more time. I just haven’t gotten to that yet.”

“So two different knives, or two killers with a different knife?” Spencer thought out loud. 

Hotch knew the unlikelihood of two different killers in a situation like this - that at least from the looks of it - was very pointedly about sexual revenge, but he also knew it couldn’t be ruled out either. “It’s likely just different knives, but this early on, we obviously can’t rule out the possibility of two killers.”

“Do you have any inkling about what this was about?” Y/N asked. She knew Spencer would tell her if they were alone, but with Agent Hotchner here, it was a toss up. “This seems like a very pointed attack, at least from a medical point of view.”

“Obviously, we aren’t sure yet, but both men were accused of rape. Never convicted,” he replied. 

Y/N looked up, glancing between the head agent and her boyfriend, wondering if she should say what she was thinking, but if she knew Emily, and she was pretty sure she did, Emily had already said what she was thinking. “Do you have to find who did this? Because I’m sure you will, but I’m also not sure if I want you too.”

“Unfortunately yes,” Spencer said. “That’s all you can tell us for now, right?”

She shook her head, promising she’d be in contact later with any knew information. “Keep me updated.”

“We will,” Hotch said. “Thank you.”

As Hotch left the room, Spencer turned around quickly to give Y/N a kiss goodbye. “See you later.”

“Bye, babe,” she said. “Let me know if you need anything.”

                                                           —–

Back at the local station, Morgan, Hotch, Reid and Rossi went over the information they’d gathered; Emily and JJ had yet to return. “Y/N said that Robert was cut with a straight-edge knife, while Colin was cut with a serrated knife,” Spencer said as he sat down at the table. 

Hotch had stopped by the lead officer and overheard a few of the officers talking about Colin and Robert’s case. Apparently, the cops didn’t believe the men were rapists. This precinct was also the one that handled their case. Carefully, he shut the door and called Garcia. “Garcia.”

“You’ve reached the fountain of all knowledge, boss man. How may I help you?”

“Garcia, I need you to check into the financial background’s of the cops at the station, specifically the ones that handled Colin and Robert’s case.”

“You think the fathers of the victims paid off some of the cops too?” she asked incredulously. “If they took any nefarious bribes, your minion will be sure to find the evidence. I will hit you back when I have something.”

“What did the two of you find in the alleyway?” Hotch asked of Morgan and Rossi. 

Morgan deferred to Rossi as he was looking through papers. “There was minimal blood in the alley. There’s no way they were killed there especially if Y/N said that they died from loss of blood. It was definitely a body dump.”

“So all we need to find is the actual crime scene, the murder weapons, and the killer or killers,” Spencer said unenthusiastically. “Hopefully, Emily and JJ come back with something useful, because right now, we don’t have much.”

                                                          —–

Knocking on the door outside Magdalena Sanchez’s apartment, Emily waited for the chance to interview her. It was unlikely that she was the killer, but they needed to rule her out. When she answered the door, she could see how scared she was, her eyes darting from side to side and down to badge Emily was holding. 

“Hola, Mi nombre es Emily Prentiss. Estoy con el FBI. Puedo hacerle algunas preguntas sobre Colin Kincaid y Robert Mobley?”

The woman began to close the door. Emily thought she’d lost her chance, but she unlocked it, inviting her inside with a quiet smile. “Que hay de ellos?”

She began by telling her that both of her accused rapists were dead - the relief washing over her as tears cascaded down her cheeks. “Aye dios mio,” she exclaimed as her hands came up to cover her face. She has been scared to go to work. With them gone, she might finally be able to not live in fear - at least from them. Despite all she gained from their deaths, Emily knew the minute she said they’d died, that Magdalena wasn’t the one that killed them. 

“Sabes quién pudo haber hecho esto?” Do you know who could’ve done this? Magdalena said she didn’t have anyone here. Her family was back home because she’d come here for work. Since she got here, about a year and a half prior, she’d been working for a cleaning company that made a point of hiring immigrants needing a fresh start. Emily wondered if anyone made a point of asking about the two men before.

“Not personally,” she said, but someone she didn’t know, a man, had asked her if she knew the two men, pointing to them in an article and asking if she was the victim. 

“And you don’t know who he was?” Emily asked. This was a true vigilante. 

Magdalenda shook her head. “I’ve never seen him b-before,” she stuttered, “But if he killed them, he is mi héroe.” Before leaving, Prentiss asked if Magdalena would come to the station the next morning to give a description of the man. Thankfully, she agreed.

“Thank you so much for your time, Ms. Sanchez,” Emily said, placing her hand over hers as she got up to leave. Magdalena definitely wasn’t their killer, but at least one of them was probably this mystery man, taking revenge on rapists that bought their way through the system.

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For anyone who doesn't speak Spanish at all, 'ay dios mio' means 'oh my god' or something like that (I doubt she'd be saying oh my god if she was also vigorously crossing herself but EH ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )