#I WANNA GO TO PUERTO RICO ARE YOU KIDDING ME

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hamzah visiting thoughtful sweetheart readers hometown

the summer came around, and as martin and mandy head off to europe, you and your family often went back down to puerto rico, where you had lived for some of your life.

your extended-family still live on a farm that you pretty much grew up on, and you were super excited!

you were excited to ask hamzah if he wanted to come with your family and go meet your grandparents

"hamzah, mama said that you can come down to boricua, did you wanna come and we can pick you up from the airport?" you asked slightly nervously

hamzah was overjoyed and immediately tackled you into a hug, "boi are you kidding, i'd love to come baby oh my god" you giggled slightly.

"i can't wait to meet the rest of your family and all the animals you keep talking about"

you smiled and gave him a kiss. "i'm excited too"

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you had spent the last few days with your brothers in puerto rico and you were sick of them. you hadn't lived with them all in so long and it was driving you insane. but you looked on the brightside.

hamzah was arriving today!

he had a big flight from turkey and he face-timed you beforehand to let you know he was on his way.

as much as you were excited, nobody was more excited than your grandmother. she had been fussing all day, preparing a big meal, excessively cleaning and nagging you about whether you wanted kids yet or not.

you just giggled at her with your mama as you sat on the couch, keeping your eye on the time.

"are you nervous?" your mama asked.

you smiled, "poor hamzah is probably shaken out of his bones, i'm not nervous mama"

she played with a strand of your hair, "i know he's worried, but i can tell you're nervous too. you have nothing to worry about mi vida. your grandparents will see how much he means to you, and they will like him no matter what."

you smile softly, "thanks mama"

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"hamzah is landing in an hour, can you drive me lo?" you ask your brother lorenzo.

"mmf lets go"

you skip into the car, excited to see your boyfriend again.

your heart drops when you see him. you've been dating him for ages, but no matter how long you'll ever be with him, the swelling of your heart when you see him never stops.

you don't care how cringe it is, you sprint towards him and jump into his arms, and he lets out a little laugh, but you feel him melt into it.

he sets you down, and smiles down at you. "missed you"

you give him a peck and interlock hands, leading him towards your brother's car. "missed you too"

"that was so cringe" your brother says when you get it the car

"you just mad your girlfriend aint here bro" hamzah jokes back

you were happy that your brothers and hamzah got along well, and your brothers sort of adopted him as one of them, making fun of him and joking with him.

when you pull into the driveway of the farm you squeeze hamzah's hand. "you ready?"

he gives you a short nod, and as soon as he steps out of the car he is rushed by your grandmother. she takes one look and says, "oo you've got yourself a looker" and she wraps her hand around his arm, "and he's a strong boy too"

you and hamzah both smile shyly.

"abuela leave him alone."

"nono my dear, come inside i have prepared him some dinner" and she turns to your mama, whispering loud enough for hamzah to hear, "i like him already"

your mama shakes her head with a smile and gives hamzah a hug, "good to see you again hamzah, did you have a good flight?"

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hamzah takes a seat at the table and he admires all the photos of all family members. he spots a photo of toddler-you sleeping in the barn with the goats and he laughs. "so you grew up sleepy"

"she fell alseep at dinner once, and her face fell into her food" your grandfather says laughing, and the entire household is shaking with, "oh my god i remember that!" and laughter.

you bury your head into hamzahs chest out of mock embarrassment and he giggles.

the rest of the night is filled with embarrassing stories and board games and good food.

"hamzah and are gonna go to bed now" you could tell hamzah was getting tired, and it was no wonder why, jetlag + a long flight.

a chorus of good nights were chanted back as hamzah intertwined his hand with yours.

"thank you for the wonderful meal, and thank you for having me."

"our pleasure"

you guide hamzah up to your bedroom, where the walls were painted pink and your bedsheets were still rainbow. hamzah flops down on your bed and smiles.

"i think they like you" you say as you sit next to him.

"of course they like me" he jokes. you let out a giggle.

after your nightly routine, you and hamzah get under the covers, and face each other. intimately staring at each other, awfully close. "i really love you"

"yeah i love you too or whatever" he jokes "i'm just here for the animals"

"ok goodnight hamzah"

"ok but seriously when can i see all the animals"

you turn away from him, but feel an arm slide around your waist and tickle your sides. you squeal with laughter and try to fight him off. he finally stops after you had nearly knocked the lamp off the nightstand.

you're both out of breath as you close your eyes, curling up to his side. and he whispers, "i really love you too"

ok guys this is really self indulgent and kinda bad but lmk if you want a pt2 (like hamzah visiting the animals and trying to ride a horse or other such things)

ok love you guys!!!

[peaxhygirl]

𝙰𝚁𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾 𝙰𝚁𝙴𝚃𝙰𝚂 𝚇 𝙵𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 - 𝚅𝙸𝙲𝙴 (2)

: ̗̀➛𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝙾𝙲

: ̗̀➛𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Tensions are still high between Raven and Armando but will a turn in events and some insight from Mike shake some things up for them.

: ̗̀➛𝙰𝙽: Hey friends!! First things first, thanks for all the love and support! Also, this one is kinda long / filler because I need things to start shaking and moving in part 3. ENJOY!

Armando and Raven found themselves staring daggers at each other just outside of Rita's office. They sat on opposite couches looking like mirrors of the other.

Arms crossed, posture tense, brows furrowed.

After hearing about the little mishap, Rita called in the head of Vice. Initially it was thought to be an argument bound to happen on the basis of professional courtesy and letting someone know about any investigations being held in case something like this were to happen; but, from the looks of it their conversation was rather calm.

The tension was coming from outside the office. "So, you're the guy who was on the run, huh? How'd you manage to get in here, I thought you were highly dangerous." She spoke the last statement with a taunting tone. "Still highly dangerous. You wanna test that? Be my guest." A smirk present on his face, which only caused Raven to rise right along with him.

"Yo, this is your last time threatening me, Rico Sauve." She held to fingers up pointing in the face of the male in front of her. "No, you're tough right, you wanted to test me so let's test it." Armando was not the type to hit a woman, but honestly something about Raven set a fire off inside of him. She reminded him way too much of someone, it was insufferable.

"Damn Mike, she act like you." Marcus laughed while the two older men approached the bickering pair. "Well hell, I mean they both act like you. You sure you didn't have another kid with a fairy in Never Never Land or something? I mean, you already got the witch."

No matter what, Marcus would not let go of reminding everyone that Mike got tangeled up with that evil ass witch.

Raven's head jerked back. She quickly glanced between the two of them. She'd known that Armando was a fugitive, but no one filled her in on the fact that he was Mike's son. "Well, that makes sense. He's a drug dealer and you dress like one." She began to laugh before she could fully finish the statement.

Marcus began to laugh at the younger woman's words as well. Extending his hand for a high five that she cheerfully returned. When he glanced at Mike seeing his blank expression, he began to cough as if he wasn't just having a good ole chuckle. "I'm not a drug dealer." Armando's voice this time was tamer but there was still an edge to it.

A short silence fell between the four of them before Rita and Mario, the head of vice exited the office. "Rae, you're going to be working with AMMO for a while."

"What?!" Both her and Armando shouted looking at the heads of their teams. "Mario, I'm not going with them-- I wanna stay on vice." "And you are still on Vice, Raven. Rita and I were talking, and it looks like we've been on to the same guy for a while now. He's got his hands in all types of shit that we've had mutual investigations into. So, you'll be working together instead of separately." Armando and Raven looked at each other before looking back at those in front of them.

"No." They spoke in stubborn unison.

Raven begrudgingly trudged up the path to the private plane they were boarding. Not only had she still been placed with AMMO but now they were on their way to Puerto Rico. From what they could put together, plus a few tips from a reliable source, they were certain their guy would be there, and he had something big coming.

Raven and Armando hadn't spoken to each other since their argument at the station. Ever since she'd call him a drug dealer, he'd been full blown ignoring her and quieter than normal. She kinda missed arguing with him.

"Hey, Raven." Mike tipped his head to her, motioning for he to sit beside him for the flight. This plane, or rather jet was big enough for everyone to have their own space, so why did he want her so close?

Nevertheless, she sat beside him. Soon, they were taking off.

"Hey, so uh. I know you and Armando aren't the best of friends, but can you not call him a drug dealer?" His voice was low while they spoke, by now everyone had fallen asleep. She also had a feeling that he was about to tell her something he didn't want anyone else to hear.

"I mean, he can be a little rough around the edges. But if we're being honest, hell.. So can you." He shifted in his seat, fully turning his attention to her. "He's trying, you know. He didn't have the best upbringing, got dealt a really shitty hand at life. I wasn't any help; his mother wasn't either. So, just cut 'em a little slack. I think if you two chilled out, you'd see you have more in common than not."

With that, Mike turned forward, laying his head back to rest his eyes. "Just think about it." And that's exactly what she did for the remainder of the flight, if Armando would be cool with her, she'd be cool with him.

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Acción de gracias con Coquito!

Miles invited his friends into a big Thanksgiving party his parents are hosting- well his mother hosting. For weeks Rio had planned a big party for Thanksgiving being the one in charge of hosting it. She spend days writing dinner ideas, calling family members on who's coming or bringing side dishes. She even got her mother to come by with more distant cousins she grew up in Puerto Rico.

Jeff been running around like a headless chicken trying to get everything ready for the date. He knew how much his wife loves celebrating this holiday mostly about being with family and giving thanks or blessing to God about the life they have. To him, he never had the luxury of being Thankful or enjoyed these holidays as much as his wife did while growing up.

Now, he has the family he always wanted and a beautiful wife he loves so much, he does whatever for her. Rio had him going to grocery stores to buy the biggest Turkey to bake, she gave him a big list of ingredients to buy.

In five days before Thanksgiving, Miles been helping his dad get groceries. Little Billie in her seat in the cart being happy to join her dad's and brother's adventure. Jeff took his phone out to look at the list, "Oh boy... your mama is going all out this year!"

"Well, cousin Maria is coming by with her family. Abuela and cousin Angel with his family are coming tomorrow. Jorge and his new girlfriend are coming with tía Marcela. Doña Josephine is coming by because cousin Reyna invited her.... There's Jose, Joseph, Jesus, Maya, Diamond, Destiny, Carlos, Blanca, her two kids... then Christian's family. OH, Adrian, Carmen, Alondra, Soli, Chiquita, um..." Miles counted the guest list from memory, "Damn, I think she invited everyone from Puerto Rico."

"Cousin Paula, Miles!" Billie happily jumps in her seat being excited to see her little cousins. The games they could play!

"Oh lord, this is gonna be one expensive bill. Be prepare to only eat rice and leftovers for two weeks, son." Jeff grunts at the massive party. "Get some Honey Smoke ham- make it two."

"Got it." Miles knew this party meant so much to his mother, so he didn't mind the help. The cart soon being full with so much stuff, Billie got her box of cookies.

"You think Abuela is gonna make her tasty pineapple cake?" Miles asked Billie.

"Uh HUH!" Billie will put on her cute face. Everyone loves Abuela Gloria's pineapple caked, it's one of the best cakes ever.

Miles help push the shopping cart while his dad look at the receipt. Then, Hobie ends up calling him, "Hey, bae." Miles answered his Smartphone while making funny faces at his little sister.

"Oi, Sunflower. Wanna come by and hang out?" Hobie asked, he wanted to spend time with his man.

"Sorry, bae. Not right now. My mom got me and my dad running errands for Thanksgiving." Miles explained.

"Oh, I could help, luv."

"You sure? Because my mom is different when Thanksgiving is around the corner. I mean, very different. She turns to like this scary woman wanting everything to be perfect." Miles put Billie in her cart seat, "One time, she totally cursed my dad out for getting the wrong milk."

"Isn't Thanksgiving a colonizer holiday?"

"Pretty much, but everyone in my world doesn't care about the past. They're happy they get a day off from work and school, and stuff their face. My mom sees it as a way to be Thankful and have a big meal with the ones you love." Miles points out while buckling his sister in her car seat.

Billie giggles at her brother, "Hermano! Galletas!" Her hands reach out for her snack.

"Okay, boo-boo. Let me find your cookies..." Miles put the grocery bags into the car, then dig in one of the bags to find his sister's favorite cookies. He handed her a packet for her to eat.

"Gracias!" Billie happily said as her small hand took a cookie from the bag to eat.

Miles talks on his smartphone while putting the rest of the groceries into the trunk. His dad helped him. "Bae, you can come by if you want, but I think I'll be so busy. I have cousins coming by. Family members from Puerto Rico!"

"No worries, luv. I want to help as much as I can." Hobie happily said, "I'll be there in a jiffy."

"Alright, don't say I didn't warn you." Miles hums, "My mom should be home so you can help her decorate the house, clean up and stuff."

"Make him clean the guest room for his grandma." Jeff gave a hearty chuckle.

"Yeah, he needs to work!" Billie spoke, "I work!" She eats her cookies. Frankly, Billie was pointing at items that her mom wanted and she wanted like her precious snacks.

Miles laughs, "Don't worry he will."

Meanwhile, Hobie came by the Morales' place expecting a few guests to arrived. Nope, turns out some of Mamí Morales' family members were there helping her clean the house.

"Ello, mamí Morales." Hobie made his way through the chaotic crowd trying to clean the area and moving things to the building's roof. His dark eyes spotted Rio in the kitchen having her distant cousins moving a lot of groceries.

"Hola, Hobie! Mira!" Rio shouted at her cousins, "Este hombre guapo es novio de mi hijo. Se llama Hobie." She went over to placed her hands on Hobie's shoulders, the punker froze from all the eyes of Rio's family members.

Normally, he can charm his way to anyone, but meeting the love of his life's distant family members. Trying to be a peaceful gentlemen? It's unheard of! If he was in his world, his body would turned into white out with exclamation point.

"Se habla español?" One of Rio's distant cousin asked.

"No, el es de inglaterra!" Rio smiles widen as she gave Hobie a firm shake of excitement.

"OHHHHHH!" Almost everyone was surprised to hear that.

"Bebe té como se muestra en las películas?" A young teenager cousin sitting on the couch spoke Spanish asking Rio.

"Do you have tea and crumpets?" Another cousin said in a Puerto Rican accent.

"Well..." Hobie bites his bottom lip being shy, "Actually I prefer Ale than tea. Though I do enjoy an evening tea with some biscuits." The whole family staring at him with a big smile on their face then they laugh.

"What's so funny?" Hobie pouted as he looks at Rio.

"Oh, don't worry about them. They like to make jokes. They like you." She hums with a pat on his back.

"Hey! Hey, HO-BERTO!" An older man said to Hobie, "Do you... how you say.... do you say, como se dices, 'Ello Governor'" He did a very weak British accent due to his think Puerto Rican accent.

"Se llama Hobie, papá." One of his eldest daughter corrected him.

"Ay, tío. Stop bullying him. He will answers all your questions later. First, he needs to clean the guest room for mi mamá!" She took her son's boyfriend to the messy room. "Sorry about that. They never met a British person before, especially Puerto Ricans tend to stick to their community." She tapped her fingers together with her lips pressed, Hobie now knows where Miles got that expression from.

"It's alright, mamî Morales. I'm just a bit shy by all the attention. Hobie admits.

"Hah, you shy?" Rio giggles, "I never seen you so shy. Well, don't be. Puerto Ricans love to be loud, proud, and parties! You'll fit right in with this family." She let her hand rest on Hobie's left shoulder showing assurance to this family. The punker gave her a sincere smile, this is the first time he's meeting Miles' massive family.

Hobie saw the guest room being a mess, good thing Rio helped him for a bit, until she called for her cousins to help him. Then one of her relatives put on some salsa getting everyone hype. "Who wants beer?" A adult male cousin went to the fridge to take out cold beer for the adults.

The punker saw some family members dancing to the music as they cleaned. "Do you know how to dance salsa?" An older woman asked Hobie as she took his hands to dance with him.

"Ahh, no." Hobie shyly said, he knows he should try. He always dance with Miles, since his Sunflower loves to dance. Oh man, he loves watching Miles dance, his body swaying and his foot movement was so intense. Hobie gets hot thinking about it.

"Oh come on, do this. I'll lead." The older woman happily teaches his salsa, "Though boots are probably hard to move in, Rockero." Giving him a nickname, he wonders if it meant Rocker or rock? He needs to ask Miles about it.

Hobie laughs hearing everyone making jokes, telling stories as they cleaned up and make room. "Ay, Rio. Don't you think tía Alma and her kids should stay with me?" A woman same age as Rio asked, "I don't think there's a lot of space..."

"Oh there is. We'll have some of the younger boys sleep in Miles' room, and some kids in Billie's room. Then, cousin Rickey, Chiqi, Tiny can sleep in the living room. Mi mamá y tía Alma will share the guest room." Rio explained the arrangement.

Hobie frowns seeing he won't be able to sneak in when Miles' cousins will be staying his room. "Oi, Rockero. Want a beer?" One of the older man asked the man.

"Tío! Es demasiado joven para beber." Rio said to her uncle.

"Ahh, Cuando eras joven, te dejaba beber. Es sólo un poco." The older Puerto Rican man wiggles his silver mustache then handed Hobie a beer. "Es un hombre! Cuando tenía su edad, bebía con mis amigos."

Hobie looks at Rio, who gave a slight shrug, he looks at the rest of the family. Should he drink? "It's fine." Rio's cousin giggles, "As long as you drink under our supervision."

"How old are you? You look like you're twenty five?" Miles' younger cousin asked sitting on the couch playing his Nintendo Switch.

"I'm twenty." Hobie said.

"Oh he'll be twenty one in no time. It's alright, Rio. You use to drink all the time when we were young." Rio's cousin laughs.

Hobie chuckles hearing Rio stammering for any excuse, it's funny seeing how her family started picking at her. It seems to be a thing in her side of the family. "Well, cheers, mate." Hobie finally said to Rio's uncle with a cling of their beer.

"Haha, Cheers." Rio's uncle grins widely as they drink their beer.

After an hour passed, Hobie was able to clean the guest room and the messy closet. Rio went through what to give away to her younger cousins. One of Miles' cousin said, "Hmm, I can make a dress out of this." She holds Jeff's old jeans seeing the large size, "A simple tube top with a mini skirt." She's a Seamstress and was able to find anything for her to reuse, "Amalia, venire!"

"Yes?" Her younger daughter stopped organizing the old toy boxes, to go over while her mom uses her as a model.

"Hmm, made a cute short jacket over it." She nodded at the ideas.

Then, the front door swung open revealing Jeff carrying bags, and Miles holding Billie in one arm while he hold two large bags. "Hello!" Jeff said, "What is dis? A party up in here, hehehe?" He laughs in a dad laugh way.

Miles said, "Wow, this place looks a lot bigger with out all the stuff." His eyes widened the living room rearrange.

"My toys!" Billie saw all her toys in her toybox, she pouted seeing all her work went back in the box, "Nooo!"

"Billie, mi amor. We had to clean up para tu primos." Rio went over to pick her daughter to give her a kiss on those soft round cheeks. "You can always rebuild."

"Mmm," The little girl shove a cookie into her mouth to think. "tal vez."

Miles cheers her up, "It's okay, Billie. You can make it bigger and better! Rebuild and rejoice!" Billie's eyes sparkles at her brother's inspiring words.

"Si! Si, Voy a reconstruir! Lo haré más grande, más fuerte! Gobernaré con puño de hierro!" Billie preached out loud with her cookie holding out as a promise.

"Ohh, she's so good with her Spanish." Rio's cousin smiles to see the little girl.

"y tu? Puedes hablar español ahora?" Rio's uncle went to pat Miles' back giving him a firm shake.

Miles awkwardly said, "Yo esto aprendiendo a- umm a poquito!"

"Hahaha, Beuno. Necesitas aprender." He started to lecture Miles the importance of learning Spanish.

Miles could only agree and nod about it, he's been working on it. Yet, his Spanish isn't as good as Billie. He could make sentences and answers, "Si, tío. Yo esta... umm aprendiendo."

Billie greeted her cousins seeing them surrounding her, "Awe, your so cute Billie. Billie over here. Hi, Billie." She chews on her cookie giving a shy smile.

Jeff saw Hobie drinking, "Uhhh, Rio...?"

"My tío made him," Rio kisses her husband's cheek, "Just ignore it."

"Hmm," Jeff didn't like seeing Miles' drinking yet he knows it's better under their supervision. "Alright. Well, I gotta get more groceries."

"I'll help pops." Hobie set his finished beer down to help Jeff with the groceries.

"So, Miles, your boyfriend is kinda a hottie." His cousin Maria, who's two years younger being nosy, "How did you pull that? Especially a British one?"

"Does he actually eat crumpets?" A little one asked Miles while he unpack groceries.

"Oh, does he eat this big English breakfast!" Another little girl who's eating some Cheese puffs spoke.

"Well... umm, one and a time guys!" Miles became super overwhelmed with his family members asking so many questions. "Look my boyfriend isn't the typical British boy, he's umm... like umm... hmmm."

"Like what, Sunflower?" Hobie peaks over to his boyfriend being amused. "Hmm, am I a gentlemen? A stallion? Your prince charming?" He teased making his boyfriend turns red, Hobie always knows how to make blush. Hobie being charming got Miles' cousins ohhing and awing at the way he talks.

Later, Billie had one of her older cousin help her rebuild her blocks, "Bigger!" She demanded.

Jeff eyes on his daughter, "Babe, I think our kid is getting the leadership over her head."

Rio being busy serving coffee to her relatives, "Ay, she's fine. She likes to play around." Jeff watches Billie smack the block down wanting colors of blue and purple in one building.

"Huh..." Jeff took a bite of his sandwich watching his little girl dominating her little cousins and older ones. "Now, Billie-" She turns her head giving him a stern look that reminded him of his wife, "Nuthin' sweetheart." Billie smiles before going back to her cousins.

Miles being able to move his things around in his bedroom. Hobie saw the extra mattress on the floor next to Miles bed, "Oy, luv. Why you're putting your markers up high?" Hobie walks on the wall, being alone with his boyfriend in the room.

"My little cousins tend to snatch things and ruin them. My mom accidentally given them my Copics and they broke it." He pouts placing his Copics in the highest shelf, he made sure all his figures, comics everything that's his little cousins could get their hands on.

"Ahh, I see." Hobies placed his boyfriend's anime figurines and Funko Pops on the top bookshelves in a milk crate. "What about you Vinyl?"

"Oh these are going to be in the bottom cabinets, locked with a key." Miles already had a full plan with his things. "I don't mind sharing, but these are my Uncle Aaron's things. I would die if they are ever ruined on my watch. Heck, even Billie knows better."

"Speaking of lil Blu," Hobie asked, "What about her things in her room?"

"Oh, she's too bossy to let our little cousins ruined her toys. She'll make sure of it. She tells it like it is and don't care. I can't do that since I'm older, you know." Miles hold one of his Uncle's favorite Vinyl with a soft smile.

Hobie got down to the floor, then head over to touch his Sunflower's jaw pulling his face to look at him. "Hmm? Bae?" Miles' clueless face made him look extra cute.

The punker leans over to kiss his boyfriend being so enchanted by his innocent stare. Why is his Sunflower so cute? Miles let out a gasp before taking in the kiss.

"OHHHH! They kissing!" A young boy shouted out loud being nosy.

"OHHH!" Miles' cousins that are around his age teased. "In the room all alone?"

"Man, you guys are snitches!" Miles pulls around to say to his cousins.

"Ay, not our fault you left the door wide open!" His cousin, Julia laughs.

Hobie chuckles as Miles went over to cash them out and play fight with them. This is going to be a fun week!

And Hobie was right!

The punker met more of his Sunflower's relatives, it's hard for him to remember certain relatives when they have the same name. "Juan." Hobie said to the young man.

Miles corrected, "That's Juan Pablo, bae. Juan is over there eating all the Mangú." Pointed at the other Juan wearing a red shirt.

"Oh, then who is dis? I called him Juan." Hobie rub his chin looking at the older Juan sitting next to Jeff as they watch a football game.

"Oh, that's Juan Gonzalo and over there is Juan Jr. Then there's my tío Juan Carlos, which he's not really my uncle but a family friend that's considered as family. OH, you met Juan Jr's kids right? Juanita, Julia, Josephine. Oh, and there's Juana, Jolio and Jose, but that's distant cousins from my grandma's aunt side of the family." Miles went on and on.

Hobie got dizzy from all the names. "Oh, and you met my great-great uncle, Antonio Juan Pablo Morales Rodriguez? He knows a lot of stuff about activism, he's one of the main reasons my grandma always fight the rights of Puerto Rico."

Miles' grandmother laughs out loud with her relatives, "Ay, I wish Jaime was here to see this." She smiles at the family photo album.

Rio happily stares at her childhood photo, "Ohh, Extraño ir al patio trasero de doña Rosie y llevarle cocos."

"How we would sit on the beach and drink it and feel the sun." Her cousin hums while holding a baby in her arms.

Hobie inhale sharply then turns to his boyfriend, "Sunflower, I'ma need a family chart..."

"Hahaha, alright. There's a lot of Morales lore, tho." Miles saw his great-uncle secretly pouring a shot of white rum in his lemonade. "Tío!"

"Ah?" His great-great uncle tries to look confused.

Hobie laughs at the way Miles went over to tell his relative shouldn't be drinking when he's on medication.

During the upcoming days till Thanksgiving, Hobie got to meet a lot more of Miles' relative; most of them were nice. They all enjoyed a good party, dancing and drinking. It's like every time he visited them, they seem to be awake telling stories from their past either drinking coffee or drinking beer with some sort of snacks. Music will plan in the background.

Hobie did enjoy helping Abuela Gloria when she asked him to help rearrange the guest room. "Así, a little more to the left." She guided Hobie to move the arm chair a bit to the corner so her sister can sit and watch television. "Right there! Gracias, Obie."

"De nada, Abuela." Hobie placed the arm chair back to the corner.

"Ay, you're a good man, Obie. Miles' must be so happy having a strong man by his side." She happily cup his face. Hobie's eyes gleams being praised, he felt like a good boy filled with so much love.

Miles came by with his head peaking from the doorway, "Abuela. Bae. Mi mamí made Quesitos! Tío Antonio made coffee, too."

"We better go eat some before they get cold." Abuela Gloria took Hobie to the living room.

Miles smiles at him seeing how he's getting alone with his family. "No es así! Hazlo bien!" Billie said to her little cousins who were banging her toys on the floor. She put them into time out and giving a lecture while they looks down in shame.

"Boo-boo, be nice to your primos. Don't be mean and share." Miles happily said to his little sister.

"Okay, hermano!" She happily listened to her big brother instead of her parents. She runs to get a hug from him.

"Awe, como ella se alma a tu hermano." Rio's aunt awed.

"Oh yeah, those two are like pan y queso making a delicious Quesito." Tío Antonio took a bite of his own cheesy pastry with his black coffee having a little shot of white rum in it.

Hobie saw the older man giving him a shh look with a wink. This made the punker chuckle, "What a rule breaker!"

When Thanksgiving arrived Hobie visited his Sunflower early in the morning, he was tackled by Miles in his room, "Sunflower? Getting kinky, no? Won't we get caught?" He playfully teased, then noticed his cousins weren't in his room. "Wait, where's-"

"Bae, I want you to know my family is making a big dinner. Remember I told you my mom loves Thanksgiving?" Miles fixes his punker's plaided pinned tie, he decided to wear a punker style white collar shirt. "My mamí been in Beast mode with cooking the food since early in the morning with the help of my Abuela and tías. Whatever you do, you do not eat until it's time and no matter what! And I mean no matter what, you try every dish on those tables!"

"Sunflower, come on. I've been to your family's Thanksgiving dinner before. I know the drill." Hobie was about to open his boyfriend's bedroom door, "I'm going to say hello to Mamí Morales and Abuela-" He opened the door getting hit by loud shouting from Rio, "JEFF! Dónde está el Adobo? Y el culantro!"

"Dónde están los huevos? ¡Estaba planeando hacer flan! ¡JUAN PABLO! ¡Te dije que no podías comer mermelada de guayaba!" Abuela shouting out loud.

"Dónde está la leche de coco? ¡Compré cinco ayer!" One of the tías shouting out loud as she looks through the cabinets.

"Tío Antonio used it all to make Coquito." One of Miles' cousins said.

Tío Antonia taking a sip of his Coquito, "Mmm, perfecto! Letting it rest over night way back in the fridge is the secret." He chuckles.

The children screaming at each other while watching cartoons. Miles' cousins running back and forth trying to get ready for the party. Hobie could only describe pure chaotic fun.

Jeff had a piece of sweet bread in his mouth muffling to his wife while putting on his thick jacket, "Get me the list. I'll go buy it while the store is still open."

The punker closed the door before looking at his boyfriend and said, "Sunflower, I'm marry you and be apart of this family." He kisses his boyfriend on the lips.

"Bae! This is no time to enjoy the chaos! I gotta go with my dad to get ingredients. You try to help my mom and grandma, okay? Also, if they say try it! You try it and give your honest opinion. Especially when something needs more salt. My tío Hector always complains about it."

"You got it, darling. Don't worry. I'll be on my best behavior." Hobie said as he watched his Sunflower putting on his jacket and thick boots. Miles quickly rushes out hearing his dad calling his name. The house became loud with voices from many family members and music playing.

Billie being in charge of the young children, she stood on business. She made sure all of them stayed in the living room with her cool fort. "Enter!" She made them go in.

Hobie walks out of the bedroom seeing the teenager girls running up and down trying to get their hair done and makeup done. "UGH, GABY!"

"MARI!" The other teenager scoffs as they were shoving each other going into the bathroom to fix their damp hair.

The teenager boys helped their dads and uncles to set up on the rooftop with chairs and music. It may be cold around this time, but they got outdoor solar lanterns. Since there's more people, they thought it would be better this way.

Hobie was about to go help the men until Tío Antonio pulled the young man towards him, "Prueba esto, hijo! It's Coquito."

"Oh, rum in the morning? A bit of a dare-devil, sir?" Hobie asked with a smirk on his face, his hand took the glass cup filled with the drink.

"Hahaha, when your old as me, your allowed to be daring." The older man chuckles out loud.

"Hobie, venir." Abuela calls out to him, "Prueba esto." She gave him a spoon full of her Cabbage salad. "Well?"

"Mmm, needs a little bit more pepper, lovely." He smack his lips.

"Here try this." One of Rio's tías made him try a Macaroni salad.

"And this!" Another of Miles' relative asking him.

It's been a long morning, Hobie thinks he could no longer try anymore food. He felt his stomach bloated at this point.

Jeff and Miles came back with double the amount of groceries from last time. They were so exhausted they had to sit on the couch for the moment. Miles found his boyfriend snoozing away with his belly bloated, "Bae, did you eat?"

"No, I had to taste test and it was a lot. Don't worry, I'll eat when it's time." Hobie groans.

Miles went over to snuggle with him, "Awe, bae. At least, your having fun."

"I always have fun being with you and your family, Sunflower."

"Awwweee, I want a boyfriend like you, Obie!" A little girl watching them with her eyes sparkling, she wore a fairy princess dress.

Billie huffs, "No, Obie take brother away from me!" She quickly climb up to sit and snuggle with her older brother, "No Obie boyfriend! No!"

"Awe, but he's mi Sunflower." Hobie playfully teased giving his boyfriend a hug making Billie upset.

"NOO! Me!" She hugs her brother with an angry pout.

Miles chuckles giving a kiss on his baby sister's cheek, Hobie pouts so he kissed his cheek. "Love you!"

Thankfully- Huh, ironic of Hobie to be thankful on a Colonizer propaganda day- He was already getting hungry for food. All the food was ready at six pm and he saw everyone gathered around. Miles told his boyfriend, "Bae, most of my family members are Catholics, so it's going to be pretty hectic."

"What do you mean?"

"Well... remember last year how my grandma pray for Thanksgiving dinner?"

"Yeah, luv. I have no problem in listening, though I can't say I understood what she said."

"Well, it's going to be a long one since most of the elders are here and my great uncle is making the speech." Miles explained, "Just letting you know it's gonna be long one."

"It's fine, luv. I'll do anything to make you happy."

"Bae," Miles felt touched by his boyfriend's word, "you don't have to, but I appreciate the dedication for our relationship. Mwah." He kisses his man's cheek multiple times.

"Wow, ya'll are really lovey dovey- all oogy googy!" Miles' cousins name Dulce winced at the two, "I'm so jealous."

The family gathered around to listen to Tío Antonio's long praying, Miles wasn't lying when Hobie had to stand listening to the old man giving a ten page prayer. It didn't bother him since he knew Miles' family are good folks, kind and generous.

Abuela Gloria shed a tear when her uncle blessed the family, and how he's happy he live a good long life. He wants everyone to achieve their dreams, keep their culture alive and God protecting them from any obstacle they come in. He give thanks about the food they have on the table.

Hobie saw some of the family members tear up when he told the tale of how his own mother and father had to work to provide one small chicken for a family of twelve. He always gives thanks to what they have and the importance of family. Hobie could only make out a few things, he still remained silent. Miles held his boyfriend hand tightly when his great uncle mentions his family as he went down the long list of every family group.

In the final part of the prayer, the older man of the Morales family blessed the family members that passed away like Jaime, Miles' grandfather and Aaron. Jeff shed one tear hearing his brother being mentioned, even Miles sniffs.

"Ahem!" Tío Antonio finally finished.

"Ahem." Everyone said together. Then, some of the family members went up to him to give him a hug and kiss on the cheek. They were complimenting his beautiful prayer.

"Don Jeff! Cut the turkey." Tío Antonio said to the man of the house.

"Me?" Jeff held Billie in his arms being in shock.

"Sí, you are the man of the house." Tío Antonio sat down being exhausted due to his age.

"Well- actually my wife runs this house." Jeff jokes.

"AHAHAHAH!" Rio's cousins laughing out loud.

"Ay, Jeff." Rio scoffs with a playfully smack on his shoulder, "Go cut the turkey. He's giving you the okay to cut the turkey."

"Alright. Alright." Jeff said having to hand Billie over to his wife. "Um, gracias tío." He said to Tío Antonio.

Billie watches her dad cutting the turkey, "El pavo. Yummy!"

"Sí, mmm rico." Rio kisses her daughter's cheeks with joy.

Miles saw the joy in his dad's eyes, he knew his dad and Uncle Aaron had only each other. Their dad wasn't around, and their mother focus on their work too much. When their mother couldn't take them anymore from the thug life or protect them from the streets, she kicked them out. Sadly, she passed away after that. Jeff and Aaron were the only ones that were family. For Jeff to lose a brother then being part of Rio's family, he felt whole.

"Look at that bae. Tío really made my dad's day." Miles smiles then turn his head to his boyfriend, he noticed his boyfriend wasn't at his side. "Hobie?"

"Sunflower!!!" Hobie being dragged by Miles' cousins and aunts to the table.

"Hobie, remember to serve a bit to try anything." Miles spoke to him like they were in danger. That's the only advice he can give, his family made so much food he swear this could feed an army.

"Hobie! Hobie! You gotta try some pernil!" One of Rio's aunt said.

"No, try my Arroz con Gandules!"

"No, my pasteles."

"NO, my tostones!"

Hobie had a bib wrapped around his slender neck, suddenly his mouth being stuffed with food. Rio saw Billie laughing at him, "Hahaha."

"Thank goodness it's not me." Jeff grunts. "I remember when I was like that."

Rio giggles, "Hopefully, he doesn't choke."

Hobie never ate so much food in his life, he thought Mamí Morales served him a lot. He thought he was prepared for this! Miles had to encourage him to try everything. Everything was delicious which he made sure to say, "Es rico! Mmm, delicioso!" It made all the relatives super happy.

Then, Tío Antonio offers his a drink of white rum, "Let's have a drink, Obie." He happily serve him.

Hobie with his mouth filled with food, he chews while nodding, "Mmmhhmm." He took the glass of rum to drink. The two cling their glasses then took a whole chug down. "ARGHHH!" They said.

"Tío, you're not supposed to drink." Abuela Gloria said.

"Gloria, it's the holidays! A little won't hurt." He gave a mischievous smile, "Así! One more! One more for good luck." He pours more into Hobie's cup.

"OH fuck..." Hobie was also trying to get drunk Miles' great great uncle. "Well, ole' chap. Lets drink for good health!"

"Eso es más parecido!" Tío Antonio happily cheers as the two drink and eat.

In the end, he got a big belly full of food, and tipsy from all the drinking. Luckily, he was more exhausted going in a food coma. Billie sat in her spot with Miles while they eat, she chews on her arroz con gandules, "Por qué es así?"

"He ate too much, Boo-boo. Let him rest. He gotta be ready for dessert." Miles hums.

"Ohhhhh!" Hobie let out a deep burp feeling so full. "Sunflower, rub my belly."

"You're so goofy, bae." Miles laughs while his hand gently stroke his man's bloated stomach. Billie chews on her pernil as she watch the two.

"Normally, you gotta get seconds." Miles whispers in his man's ear being playful.

"Ohhh!" Hobie burps again.

"Augh, bae!" Miles wave the smell away from his face.

"You were in the way." Hobie snickers then groans, "I'm too full to laugh."

"You're gonna have to suck it up, bae. Dessert is coming." Miles chuckles, "My tío Antonio might want you to drink some more rounds with the men."

"Ughh! Give me time to..." Hobie knocks out feeling so full.

Billie laughs, "He's goofy!"

"Yeah, he is."

His nap was cut short when dessert came out for coffee, some family went upstairs to dance and enjoy being snuggled in their jacket looking at the cityscape. Miles went upstairs for a bit dancing with Billie, until they came down to find Hobie waking up. "Bae, come on. My aunts made Tembleque, flan, Arroz con leche and mi Abuela made her pineapple cake!"

"I'm coming." At least the food gone down, he slowly got up giving his body a good stretch. Then, he got yank by Miles' relatives to have some coffee and desserts.

Rio said, "Hobie, you want a full cup or half?" She pours coffee into cups.

"Half would be fine." He said seeing his plate being filled with dessert treats.

Billie went over to get her cookies, "Mmm, gallatas are my favorite!"

Miles pick her up for her to get a few from the plate. "Dulce knows how to bake."

"I love vanilla ice cream with sweet plantains." Billie's eyes sparkles seeing her mom making her a plate.

"I want that cake." Miles been craving for his Abuela's pineapple cake.

Miles went to Hobie to help him finished his plate, "You don't mind sharing, bae?"

"Oh please do. I'm getting full." Hobie said, "Everything is so good, but my stomach is still stuffed."

"Don't worry bae, I got chu." Miles got his fork to take a bite, he sat next to him to chew.

Tío Antonio came by with some glass filled with Coquito, "Now, dis isn't for... umm... bebe rapid- no!" He mimics taking shots, "It's to savior. Chupito! Un chupito de Coquito." He let Miles and Hobie have their own glass.

Jeff was about to protest until his wife said, "It's only one time, mi amor. Mi tío abuelo wants to drink with his grandchildren."

"Ohh alright." Jeff sighs, seeing Miles taking the glass. "But I'm going to let Miles know the safety of drinking. He won't be underage anymore."

"I know, mi vida. Next August, he'll be twenty one." She sighs at how fast her baby boy grew up.

Miles cling his glass with his Great Great Uncle, then took a sip, "Mmm, this is so good." He actually like drinks like this instead of beer.

Hobie sips, "Mmm, Chupito?"

"Sí, un chupito! Pasito Pasito." Tío Antonio chuckles being happy his drink came out so delicious. The sweetness of condense milk enrich the coconut milk all complementing the white rum. Miles could barely taste the alcohol.

"Oh, puedo probarlo?" Billie asked.

"Sorry, boo-boo. This is for adults." Miles said.

"Awe." Billie pouts with her arms crossed.

"Ay, miamor! Abuela made you and los niños Coquito con chocolate." She serve the little girl a cup of warm Coquito with Chocolate.

"Ohhh! Gracias, Abuela." She blew then took a sip, "MMM!"

Hobie saw everyone enjoying themselves, "Sunflower."

"Hmm?"

"Thank you."

"What?" Miles asked.

"I'm thankful for having you."

"Awe, me too, bae." Miles snuggles against him as they slowly eat their dessert together. "Love you."

"I love you too, Sunflower."

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If you’re Latine/Latinx who don’t know how to speak Spanish. That’s okay, you’re still Latine/Latinx.

So since it the last day of Hispanic heritage, and honestly I wish I was more participle with this month as an Hispanic. I’ll try to do that next time, I think honestly I just really don’t know what to exactly post, but then I had a thought. Something I wish I had someone tell me back then. So I want to talk about it in honor of Hispanic heritage month, sorry if I did this on the last day, I’ll do better next time. But for now, I wanna share just a small story while also showing encouragement, so hope you like it.

So, If you go on my introduction post, I noted that I’m Puerto Rican and also, that I don’t know how to speak Spanish. Ironic/silly isn’t it? It even more so considering mostly all my family speak Spanish, so your a question that your asking is “didn’t your folks teach you?”. Well, haha about that, you see I’m not gonna reveal anything super personal, all imma say to give context is that I couldn’t talk until I was exactly five years old; so my mom kinda had no other choice but to teach me English. So most of my childhood that was the only language I learn.

Now probably also wondering “well, you learn English? didn’t you have Spanish class?”, yes I did, in my state at least, the require language to learn was Spanish (which imma reveal a very silly funfact: I thought because of movies/show the require language was French because all they learn was french.), so as a kid I wanted to learn; only, people there already were very advantage in Spanish, a lot better than me, (small context: in my state, majority of the people are more Spanish speakers, let me clarify I’m not saying this is bad since I do love Spanish. I’m just clarifying to provide context) and not only that, the spanish at least I was taught were completely different than the Spanish I know with my folks. So as a kid, it made me really insecure about my Spanish skills, like sure I knew some basic and whatnot but I couldn’t and still can’t speak fluently like my folks. So overtime, I got insecure about my identity too. It got to the point that I wasn’t proud to be Hispanic, because back then a thought that would play was “what’s the point if I can’t even speak our basic language?”. This wasn’t to say I didn’t love being Puerto Rican or Puerto Rico as a whole, I love being Puerto Rican and Puerto Rico, I just felt in a way, I’m not worthy to call myself Puerto Rican if I couldn’t speak Spanish. I still remember a teacher even told me that “it kinda is your mom fault for not teaching you” and it boy if that didn’t make me more self conscious. (There was more, but I’m not comfortable revealing them just yet. So maybe next time my ghostly pals)

But then, I remember, 2020, I watched Emirichu’s video about her Asian experience. And it help me feel emotional, because while my parents didn’t move form Puerto Rico to America (that goes to my grandma), like Emily, I had this big disconnect from my Puerto Rican roots and often feel envious when others spoke better Spanish than me. And not only that, I did at some point and like mention I felt embarrassed so I convinced myself say “oh I can never like tostones” or “I’m definitely going to feel more of an outside if I ever visit Puerto Rico one day” or even “I might as well not try, it already too late”. But, the video let me know I wasn’t alone. And even seeing comments under the video, it help me feel like I wasn’t the only one with this identity crisis. But one thing that I feel is upmost important that I toke from the video, “you’re still Latine/Latinx/any other race no matter if you can or can’t speak Spanish or any native language.” And man, I wish I heard that a lot during my childhood rather than feeling embarrassed, ashamed or feel out of place. But I’m happy I found this video, and I’m glad the video found me and others like me.

So overtime, I began to slowly become appreciative of my roots. I think what was maybe the final push was Lin Manuel Miranda’s Broadway turn movie “In the heights”, now I love the Broadway, so when watching the movie, I couldn’t help but love it even more, because I appreciate how the movie celebrate all walks of Latine/Latinx/Hispanic cultures from Dominican, Cuban, Chilean, Mexican, Colombian, Puerto Rican and more. How this community is so vast and vibrant of overall, proud of their heritage. So I began to slowly being loving my heritage, and for healing, whenever I make an oc, I make them Puerto Rican or headcanon an existing character as Puerto Rican, or learn fact about Puerto Rico to feel more connected (like funfact did you know Puerto Rico is also called Isla del Encanto? Isn’t that beautiful? 🥹) and even now I would ask my mom “hey what does *insert Spanish phrase* mean?” Granted, I will still get moment where I doubt or have imposter syndrome (or as my mom would sometimes say I am my worse critic). But I stop myself, and say “hey, you’re still Hispanic/Latine/Latinx.” Or “don’t worry, you’re still learning.” It’s still a process. And even now I still don’t know Spanish, like I guess to best describe it, I know what people can be saying or what they’re talking about depending on the context but I don’t know how to respond back. Nor write..or spell. But I still am learning as I go, my folks told me one of the best way is to listen to Spanish song and so I’ve been trying to do that or I’ll ask my mom “hey is this accurate?”. So I just want to tell the people who will read this or my Hispanic/Latine/Latinx ghost pals that, no matter if you can’t speak the language, like certain food from your roots, or are feeling the same way I felt, it’s okay, your still valid and you’re still Hispanic/Latine/Latinx. I can’t say it going to be easy, because I’ll be a hypocrite if I did, but, I can say, it worth it each step of the way. And I wish you luck amigos.

But, thanks for taking the time to read this, I know this isn’t my usually good omen content and I’m sorry if I wasn’t super active for this heritage month. I’ll try better next time. But until then, hope your having your last day of Hispanic/Latine/Latinx heritage month! what is it I can do to be more participant for next time? Let me know! Or if you have any question about this post or anything, my inbox is open ask away my fellow ghost ^v^ And always, especially with it still being all hallow’s Eve, stay spooky my pals!

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sun, sagittarius, 1h, 7h! (if someone already asked sun idc list 5 more)

SO MUCH ATTITUDE!! okay here we go

sun ⇢ name 5 things you like about yourself?

i don’t suck at baking

i’m a good person to talk to i think like whether it’s serious or someone just wants to infodump i’m your guy

my sense of humor even though it’s so stupid sometimes

i have nice eyebrows (ignore the fact i need them touched up)

i am a generous person

this was literally so hard bye

sagittarius ⇢ what places would you like to travel in the future?

i’ve always wanted to go to greece so bad. i also wanna visit puerto rico again at some point because i haven’t been there since i was a kid, i think it’d be nice to go with my grandparents. also i wanna visit kell and you so catch me in canada driving coast to coast <- i am not driving coast to coast

1H ⇢ describe your style

i wear a lot of black but i do have a really comfy pair of blue jeans rn, i mostly wear fob shirts and lately a lot of wrestling shirts :) and vans i love my vans. i have so many vans it’s a problem

7H ⇢ what do you consider green flags in a relationship?

✨healthy communication✨ in literally any relationship romantic or platonic. i don’t always think i’m the best at communicating but it’s so much easier when the other person involved tries to communicate well too lol. also just like, someone consistently acting the same? like i get acting different in different scenarios to an extent like i’m not gonna act the same way i act with my friends with my mother but i don’t trust people who act different around you when other friends are involved 🫣

astrology ask game 🌙

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Farewell to Brindleton Bay

At around midnight, the Marrons were gonna take a flight back home to Puerto Rico, while Yamuna and Tamara were gonna remain in Brindleton Bay until the end of the summer. The werewolves family luggage were all packed already and they were ready to go, but as it was only the early afternoon, they simply enjoyed their last moment in the chalet.

Lupe: Tamara has such a nice body in spite of her age, to think I used to look like that before I had kids. Yamuna: You are still very attractive, screw those who make you feel otherwise. Lupe: Aw, thank you. Yamuna: See, if Tam had a thing for Boris, I always had a little thing for you. Funny, we did agreed that if we were all still together at 50, we would try to convince you two into a foursome. I mean...it ain't happening now but we sometime still joke about it. Lupe: Uh?? Yamuna: But I mean, if Sandalio is down. Who know, we might try getting creative with his prosthetic leg. Lupe: You are now making me uncomfortable...

That's when Lupe noticed two people walking down the road, a young man and an older woman. Has the man had green hair, he likely was some sort of occult such as a spellcaster or a merman...That or he had dyed them...Anyway, Lupe stopped paying attention to them, they're just people passing by...or are they?

Yamuna: Ah, that weird bitch again. Lupe: You know her? Yamuna: Yes, her name is Gwenn or something. Very controversial spellcastress. She claims she wanna bring peace between human and spellcasters, but really she's more like a cult leader than anything. You know, Tam's mom was a spellcastress, and she joined her group when Tam was a child, and this is the reason why they don't talk anymore. It sounded like a good idea to her, her husband and daughter were human which was seen even more poorly in the spellcasting community back then than it is today...Turned out it very much was not a good idea. Lupe: Yeah, to me it sounds like she's fighting for a noble cause. Yamuna: Well, even noble cause can be used for evil. There's a lot of rumors going around and very little concrete facts, but one that is confirmed is she made humans pay to be in her association, saying the money would be given to help young struggling spellcasters, but instead she ran away with the money. Since that event the group is no longer really active but they still have some very strong believers, like Tam's mom sadly. Lupe: And who is that man with her? And what are these two doing here? Yamuna: Wish I could give you an answer here...

No really, what were Gwenn and Adem doing here...

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Anyway so after watching spider verse I gotta say- I’m not from Puerto Rico but am from another part of Latin America and can I just say the way they handled Latinos was chefs kiss?

Like the mannerisms they got down perfect (like in Encanto when they fucking did the hand waving it around in a “oh no” kind of way yknow what I’m talking about? Like when your mom is watching a movie and she goes OH NO and does the hand thing that made me gasp so loud lmao and the hand is like 👌 but with the thumb in the ring finger yknow what I’m saying I’ve just never seen it in movies before 😭💀)

Also Rio is an actual fucking gem I wanna marry her so bad 😭😭😭

Also can we talk about the way Miguel when thrown the empanada say something like “Que bueno” because my ovaries exploded I am NOT kidding he said it in such a SEXY VOICE LIKE SIR- SIR WHO GAVE YOU-WHO GAVE YOU THE R I G H T TO DO THAT TO ME

Naw but petition to have Miguel speak more Spanish pls that shit was hot af I thought he was being way too overrated and now I understand, I have become part of the Miguel club-

Also PAVIT WITH THE FUCKING TEA TEA LMAOOOO THAT WAS SO GOOD 😭😭😭

And the “this is where the British stole all our stuff” I- im crying same boo 😭😭 listen he’s one of my favorites and he’s only in the movie like 5 minutes LMAOOO

anyway spider verse was really good go watch it if u haven’t :D

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Published: March 03, 2024

Jake Paul

On how he felt during the fight and his challengers

"Man I felt good. I felt really sharp, fast, locked in, but I was just getting warmed up really. I am kind of disappointed to be honest. I want more, I want a challenge and we had someone with 20 fights and I just keep on getting these guys out of there in the first round. I train so hard, it's a little bit disappointing for the fans as well. I want someone to test me so I can make some adjustments and show off some of my new skills. I didn’t really get to show anything. I did feel good, I just wanted more and we will go back to the drawing board and see who’s next.”

On Amanda Serrano’s injury

“It just goes to show the type of woman and type of warrior that Amanda is that she still wanted to fight with an exposed cornea and the skin burnt off of her eye. The chemical was also burning her hands, you can see the skin on her hands melting. She’s so tough, it’s very sad. I wanted nothing more than to support her and see her fight as well, but yeah it’s just an unfortunate series of events but I believe that everything happens for a reason and the universe will unveil that reason soon enough. But we will see and I am very thankful for everyone who did show up and we will have to run it back I guess.”

On Javon “Wanna” Walton’s performance

“Look, it happens in this sport, it’s the toughest sport in the world. You go out there in front of 16,000 people, he’s 17-years-old, adrenal rush happens. You can think you’re prepared for that big moment and it can be pulled out from underneath you, but I thought it was an absolute fucking robbery. How is that a  draw? At least three rounds to one, so that to me is bizarre, but the kid is a warrior and I’ve proven a loss doesn’t define my career and the draw won't define him as well. He has a great family supporting him and MVP’s behind him.”

On returning to Puerto Rico

“Yeah, we plan on coming back here. We have to. Amanda is going to want that. I loved fighting here. The crowd was amazing, it gave me goosebumps when they were all chanting “Gallo,” and it means the world. They welcomed me and were turnt up for me so we have to come back here and put on another event.”

On Krystal Rosado’s performance

“Krystal was amazing. She’s got a bright, bright future. [She faced a] fast, and a very tough opponent, an undefeated opponent. I thought she did amazing and she looks good out there and she’s sharp and I think that getting that experience of getting tested a little bit is something every fighter needs so that’s great for her. Same with Bomba, he did an amazing job, and just happy he brought it home for Puerto Rico.”

On Ryan Garcia’s social media post of a challenge

In a continuation of Nakisa Bidarian remarks

“Except he’s doing it off some cocaine. That boy is getting that shit straight from Colombia or something, because that shit’s strong. Ryan, I love you, you know that bro, but you gotta chill out bro, because there’s a line and you just seem like you’re losing your mind, acting thirsty and desperate, and saying you’re a billionaire when you’ve had one money fight. I’m just saying just chill bro. If you do want to fight, that’s to me light work. You got no footwork and as long as you've been in the game, I’m a better boxer than you.”

On potentially fighting in New York City

"Look, I want to come to NY. I want to fight at MSG, I have to, it's the mecca. It would be such an honor to fight there. We had something planned there and my opponent pulled out unfortunately, but I will be in New York City and will have an empire state of mind there.”

On potentially facing Indian boxer Neeraj Goyat

“I don’t know when it will happen, but I for sure want to go to India and he is the most viral fighter online and that speaks volumes. I would love to go to India and fight him and make that happen. We’ll just see when the timeline makes sense.”

On other potential challengers

“I am going to stay as active as possible, and it's about finding the right opponent. This is my life now and it’s a lifestyle and I’ll be back hopefully two more times before the end of the year. 

Anyone [from the UFC] who can get out of their contract,  I’ll fight. That’s easy work as far as I am concerned. I do want to do a PFL-MMA match, just has to be the right opponent but Nate did duck my $15 million offer so we’ll see who else is on the chopping block. Tony Ferguson? He said he wanted to fight?

I don’t want to see him go out like that, that would be said. He’s a great guy; we don’t want that for Tony.”

Nakisa Bidarian

On event success and refund of fans in attendance

"Thank you everybody for being here. Thank you for the support throughout this entire process. For MVP, Jake Paul, myself, and of course Amanda Serrano. We want to thank our brand partners throughout this event. Puerto Rico tourism company, the district, Puerto Rico Junte Boricua, Loteria de Puerto Rico, OnlyFans and of course, Celsius, which is our official energy drink partner.

Today’s event achieved a gate of $1.511 million, so one million, five-hundred and eleven thousand. Breaking the Katie Taylor-Amanda Serrano gate record. Breaking the Jake Paul-Tyron Woodley in Cleveland gross sales as well as WWE Backlash that happened here last year, so I’d like to give a round of applause to Amanda, Nina, and Jake for that achievement. With that said Jake and I, and Amanda, have made the decision to refund 100% of the $1.511 million to the fan base, so one million, five hundred and eleven thousand will be refunded to all fans in attendance who seek a refund. We appreciate the support. Everyone got a chance to see eight fights, and ultimately, the main event was not meant to be.

On Amanda Serrano's injury  Amanda’s eye was irritated on Friday due to a hair product she used on Thursday evening. MVP was notified of this Friday afternoon. She had a private doctor visit her Friday night and they felt with the prescribed drops the irritation in the eye would subside and allow her to perform.

Amanda came to the arena with the intention to fight, given her eye was starting to feel better. MVPs position was that she will be examined by the fight night Commission appointed physicians and they determine if she could compete.

Doctors determined her vision was impaired near the end of Wanna Walton’s bout and would not approve her to fight. We then had a responsibility to communicate to all impacted constituents involved in the event and determine how best to communicate it to the fans in attendance and those watching at home.

Listen, the island has been a big supporter of Amanda since we started working with her two and a half years ago. This is the time for the people of Puerto Rico to get behind Amanda Serrano and show how much they really care about her. She wanted nothing more than to come here and fight in front of her fans. Her heart is broken, her pride is broken, but she’s determined to come back here and have the last fight of her career, she has promised, will be in Puerto Rico. She is the one who drove the decision, first and foremost, to refund every single fan. Jake and I, obviously, 100% supported it, but no one should feel that they got anything other than an unbelievable experience thanks to Amanda Serrano.”

On a potential return for Amanda Serrano

“Do we think it will be Meinke or another opponent? It will depend on how the next couple of years of the end of Amanda’s career progress. She still has a desire to fight Katie Taylor, of course she’s going to have a desire to fight Nina Meinke. I think it just depends on the timing. What I do know for sure is that she wants to have the last fight of her career to be here. So we have to have the right opponent, and if the fans want to see that fight, then we will try to make that fight, but it just really depends on how everything else goes over the next few months. First priority is getting her eye healed. 

I think before her career is done, she would like to do her final fight at the Coliseo de Puerto Rico. So I don’t know if the next fight is her final fight, or if she fights somewhere else and does that last fight, or if she has three fights…TBD. Right now, the focus is on her health.”

On Javon “Wanna” Walton’s performance

“It’s just a better story now right? It’s a lot sweeter when he comes back and shows everyone this is a win he should’ve gotten, to Jake’s point, he got robbed, all the same, he’s going to be focused on boxing for the rest of his career.”

On Ryan Garcia social media posts

“Ryan Garcia is basically playing the Jake Paul playbook. He’s learning everything that he does and says and acts from what Jake Paul has already done.”

On potentially facing Indian boxer Neeraj Goyat

“He literally had fans at the weigh-in, those weren’t fans that had anything to do with MVP, those were fans of Neeraj Goyat coming to support him at Jake Paul’s weigh-in.”

Closing remarks

“We want to thank all of you, the media of Puerto Rico, and the media that came from abroad, for covering this event, giving it the exposure that it deserves. Giving Jake the coverage that he deserves for the work that he’s doing on the island, for the support he’s showing Puerto Rican fighters, and obviously the love and support for Amanda Serrano. We are going to stick by her. We are going to come back here in a big way with her and we’re excited for her future to continue with MVP.”

Krystal Rosado 

On her win over Gloria Munguilla

"She came tough, that’s exactly what we trained for. We trained for whatever might be possible. It was a very nice experience and yeah, I really enjoyed it.”

On her fight length and if she prefers three minute rounds over two minute rounds

“Absolutely, we are going to keep on going with three minutes. Two minutes can go by very quickly. In three minutes, it gives you a chance to think and be a bit more strategic. If I had to choose, I’d stick with three minutes.”

Jonathan “Bomba” Gonzalez 

On returning to the ring after roughly 16 months 

"There was almost a year and three months out of the ring. I don’t want to take anything away from my opponent. There was a lot of clinching. I had been out with a lot of different problems and illnesses here and there but yeah, I just need to be more active.”

On Amanda Serrano injury

“It’s a very complicated subject. Amanda is a warrior. I know she is going to come back and I know very soon that MVP will set something up for her here in Puerto Rico and she will come back much stronger.”

On his plan going forward

“We are going to have to figure things out. I know a lot was said about my weight and a lot of questions about me making weight. I have to consult with my medical team and get with my team. There are a lot of opportunities out there,  I may move to 112 but its still uncertain and I still need to figure out what’s going to happen.”

Nina Meinke

On hearing about her fight being postponed

"Well I found out just before the fight. Absolutely gutted about it. Yeah, I prepared for so many weeks now, put in so much work. Obviously I am devastated but this is not the way we all wanted it to end, but we really wish for a speedy recovery so we can get this fight to happen. I hope it is just postponed and MVP will speak to my promoter and make another date for the fight. I think this is what the people want to see now, and I am ready, and I am ready whenever she is. 

On when she found out

I found out about an over before the fight. I was ready to fight and then, well, yeah, big disappointment. If I can say, for me, it’s very sad, but all the way until this point, I really enjoyed the journey. I really enjoyed Puerto Rico. I love Puerto Rico.”

On her reaction to Amanda Serrano injury

“Yeah, of course. That’s why I am here. It didn’t happen so I want to go into the ring with Amanda and take the belt. This is what I am here for and it didn’t work out this time the way we wanted it to. I hope there will be another date and I hope that we can fix this as soon as she feels better and everything is okay. I hope that she’s okay.”

On what she would say to Amanda

“I would tell her, I’m waiting for you. I haven’t talked to her yet, we only had a quick meeting inside the ring and I am here, I am waiting for you.”

On her experience and Puerto Rico

“The people have been so nice, the warmth of the people here is unreal, the atmosphere was amazing. It’s a shame we couldn’t fight in front of this crowd because everything felt right. I hope the match will be in Puerto Rico because I think the people deserve that and they all came out to support us. It would be a shame if it wasn’t, just for the people as well, because it’s been lovely to be here, and I hope to come back.”

(Featured Photo: Al Bello/Getty Images)

[its-just-luci]

I'm not sorry.

Alright, children The lights are out and the party's over It's time for me, Doctor D, to start running And say goodbye for a little while And I know you're going to miss me, so I'll leave you with this

You know that big ball of radiation we call the sun? Well, it'll burst you into flames if you stay in one place too long That is, if the static don't get you first So remember, even if you're dusted, you may be gone

But out here in the desert your shadow lives on without you This is Dr. Death Defying, signing off

Get up cocksuckers, it's all over. Listen, we had a rough couple 'a months. Fuckin' Katrina's cousin Maria, the other one, Puerto Rico, Houston, fuckin' Florida. Listen, it's been tough up to now, the earthquake in Mexico, You know, the White House, whatever the fuck is goin' on, but it don't matter. They wanna shoot? It's time for us to fuckin' shoot, cocksuckers. They wanna get down and dirty? Don't forget who the fuck we are, y'understand me? We're the baddest motherfuckers out there! You send a message to that fuckin' North Korean, He's gonna be sniffin' my dick and sucking my asshole! That's the focus! We're goin' to North Korea in like a year! It's gonna be an island! It's gonna glow in the dark! You know why? 'Cause we're Americans, cocksuckers! Who the fuck d'you think you're dealing with? Stop with the gun control! They're sellin' more guns than ever in the last three days! Stop with the fuckin' whining! Stop with the Russians on Facebook! I don't give a fuck, Worry about yourself, Keep ya' eyes open, And get the fuck off Snapchat and fuckin' Twitter, cocksucker!

Well, are you ready, Ray? (Yeah) How about you, Frank? (Oh, I'm there, baby) How about you, Mikey? (Fuckin' ready) Well, I think I'm alright One, two, three, four!

Three, two, one, we came to fuck Everybody party 'til the gasman comes Sparkle like Bowie in the mornin' sun And get a parkin' violation on La Brea 'til it's done

Hair back, collar up, jet black, so cool Sing it like the kids that are mean to you

when you wanna be a movie star (Come on) play the game and take the band real far (Come on) play it right and drive a Volvo car (Come on) pick a fight at an airport bar

The kids don't care if you're alright, honey Pills don't help, but it sure is funny Give me, give me some of that vampire money Come on

Oh, you look like somebody I used to love Well, three, two, one, we got the bomb Everybody hurry 'til the taxman comes Glimmer like Bolan in the mornin' sun And get your finger on the trigger, tap the barrel of the gun

Hair back, motherfucker! Jet black, so cool Sing it like the kids that are mean to you

when you wanna be a movie star (Come on) play the game and take the band real far (Come on) play it right and drive a Volvo car (Come on) pick a fight at an airport bar

The kids don't care if you're alright, honey Pills don't help, but it sure is funny Give me, give me some of that vampire money Come on

Ah, fuck yeah That's right One, two, three, four!

Well, three, two, one, we came to fuck Everybody party 'til the gasman comes Sparkle like Bowie in the mornin' sun And get a parkin' violation on La Brea 'til it's done

Hair back, collar up, jet black, so cool Sing it like the kids that are mean to you

when you wanna be a movie star (Come on) play the game and take the band real far (Come on) play it right and drive a Volvo car (Come on) pick a fight at an airport bar

The kids don't care if you're alright, honey Pills don't help, but it sure is funny Give me, give me some of that vampire money Come on Well, I sure like the way (come on) Sure like the way you're looking at me (come on) Well, I sure like the way you're looking at me right there (come on) Well, I sure like the way you're looking at me (come on) There (on), there (on), there (on)

Oh wait, oh, I'm such an idiot, the music is way too loud You're gonna have to turn it down a little, sorry

[encantadocinco]

I completely reworked the opening to chapter 11, check out the improved version and let me know what you think!

After summer vacation ended, the Menudo boys returned to Puerto Rico. It would only be temporarily, however, more a chance to tie up loose ends and put the finishing touches on songs and routines for their upcoming North American debut. In a few months they would be headlining Madison Square Garden in New York and releasing their first English language album. It was an exciting time for Menudo but a high pressure one, too. For Charlie, it still felt like just yesterday he was an unknown kid hanging out in the arcade – although that was over a year ago. Now, he was a member of the biggest boyband in the world and the leader of a powerful team of fighters with supernatural powers. Menudo the musical group had only grown in popularity and success since Charlie had joined, but Menudo the group of superheroes had lost two of their own under Charlie’s watch. Now Charlie was determined that under his leadership Menudo wouldn’t lose anymore members – or momentum. When Charlie wasn’t encouraging the others through song or dance rehearsal, he was prodding them through fight training. It was during one of these late-night training sessions as the Menudo boys unleashed their fury on a feather stuffed training dummy that a scrawny, determined figure dragged a long metal ladder across the dark lawn towards the Menudo Mansion.

Clunk!

The ladder clanged against the white stucco of the mansion, right outside the only open window on the second floor. The intruder in a black sweatshirt adjusted their wool gloves and began to ascend up the ladder.

In the rehearsal room as feathers from an obliterated training dummy floated to the ground around them, Charlie was arguing with the other members who wanted to stop training and go to bed.

“Come on, guys, we still have room for improvement.”

“We won’t do much improving if we never get any sleep.” Ricky countered.

“Yeah, we’ve been at this for hours. I wanna call it a night.” Complained Miguel.

“Call it a night!?” Charlie repeated. “I thought we could run through the new songs...”

“Oh, forget it!” Roy exploded. “I’m going to bed! Why don’t you have Miguel rehearse the new songs? He’s the only one that needs to, anyways.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Miguel snapped.

“What I mean is all I’m doing on these new songs is dancing in the background, you’re singing all the leads, Miguel.”

“Or do you mean that I’m the only one who needs to rehearse because I’m the worst one?” Miguel fired back.

Roy threw his hands up in the air and his tone was heavily sarcastic. “Oh no! Heaven forbid! I would never want to offend Miguel and his precious ego!”

Before Miguel could reply Ricky shouted at both of them to shut up. Roy stormed out of the room in a huff. Miguel sat down in a folding chair with his arms crossed, muttering and cursing under his breath. Charlie sighed and flung his towel over his shoulder. Ray, who had been sitting on a duffel bag glumly looking at the floor as the argument played out spoke for the first time that evening to ask if they were done rehearsing.

“Yeah.” Charlie replied with a hint of resignation. “But we’ll try again tomorrow.”

The mysterious, thin figure in dark clothes was making it’s way down the bedroom hallway when the sound of Roy angrily marching up the stairs forced them to abruptly turn back and seek refuge in Charlie’s room.

They bolted in to Charlie’s room and headed for the windowsill to make their hasty retreat. At the sound of more footsteps pounding up the stairs, and towards Charlie’s room, they had to find an immediate hiding spot. There was only a single panicked second between the unknown person dashing in to the closet and sliding the doors shut and Charlie entering his room. The intruder peered between the closet doors and watched as Charlie sat on the bed and pulled a red notebook out from the drawer in his nightstand. He furrowed his brow as he scribbled something down then tossed the book on his mattress and shut his open window. Charlie stripped out of his workout clothes and wrapped a towel around his bare waist before exiting the room.

As the steaming hot water beat down on his neck and ran down his back Charlie let out a deep sigh of relief. Lately the shower was the only place Charlie was able to slow down and think. He had kept up a frantic pace since Menudo returned from their summer vacation in New York, even Joselo had started encouraging him to relax a little, but anytime Charlie tried to the weight of his inactivity was smothering. When he first joined Menudo, Charlie was told he had the strongest of the five powers and would be the leader of the group. But after losing two of their members Charlie’s confidence in his ability to lead was severely shaken. He was determined not to lose another member and to be prepared in advance for any potential challenge they might face. Still, he had to admit this constant vigilance and intense training schedule was beginning to take a toll on him, physically and mentally. As Charlie rested against the shower wall and felt the soothing stream of hot water against his sore muscles, he closed his heavy eyes and let his mind begin to drift.

Back in Charlie’s room the shadowy figure emerged from it’s hiding spot. They started for the hallway door again but stopped, turning their head curiously towards the notebook laying on the bed. Swiftly they were on their knees at the bedside, one hand flipping through the notebook and the other adjusting their large framed spectacles as they read the latest note:

• Roy: bitterness over band rivalry – could hurt teamwork in battle?

• Ray: overwhelmed, distracted, can barely slow down time when he’s like this…

• Miguel: losing focus – not good for a psychic!

• Ricky: getting tired of it all, seems like he’d rather teleport himself somewhere else

These notes didn’t immediately make sense to the intruder, but there seemed to be many more similar entries dating back months. So engrossed the figure became in reading these mysterious entries that they didn’t even notice when they absentmindedly leaned against Charlie’s window, until the sharp ringing of a suddenly triggered security alarm brought them to their senses.

The sharp clanging of bells jolted Charlie out of his sleep. After overcoming the initial shock that he had just dozed off while standing up in the shower, Charlie realized what was happening and wrapped a towel around his waist, running out in to the hallway where he found his housemates in a state of confusion.

“What on God’s earth is the damnable noise?” Demanded Roy.

“Burglar alarm.” Ricky answered, shouting to be heard over the noise.

“Another stupid invention that wakes me up.” Roy griped, plugging his ears as he returned to his room. “Only this one is even more obnoxious than the alarm clock.” Ever since he had been awakened in the 20th century, Roy had adapted well to most modern technology – but not all of it. Ray was more concerned than Roy at the situation at hand.

“Somebody is trying to break in?” Ray asked, panic rising in his voice. “Like, a thief?”

“My guess is a demon.” Charlie answered, through gritted teeth. “Damn, I knew it’s been too quiet around here lately. I better put on some pants!”

Charlie sprinted in to his room and without bothering to turn on the light began digging through his closet. Suddenly Charlie became aware of an intense chill in the room. Flicking on a nearby lamp, the first thing Charlie noticed was the curtains billowing in the cold nighttime breeze let in by his wide-open double pane window. He was sure that he had closed that window before his shower. Glancing around, nothing seemed in disarray but he could feel that someone -or something- had just been in this room. Charlie nearly jumped out of his skin at the touch of a hand on his bare shoulder. Turning, Charlie saw Miguel behind him.

“Damn, you scared the shit out of me.” Charlie struggled to catch his breath. “Did you guys find the demon?”

“Demon?” Miguel raised one dark eyebrow. “Uh, no, but Joselo did find a gap in the wire fence where someone cut through it. And then there’s that.” Miguel pointed at Charlie’s window and Charlie went to investigate. He looked out to see a ladder was leaning against the wall under his windowsill.

“That’s the ladder from our tool shed. And the alarm was triggered from the window in your room.”

“Does Joselo know what kind of demon might have done this?”

Miguel looked at Charlie and laughed. “It was probably just a burglar, man.” Miguel waved his hand dismissively. “Let the police worry about it.”

“I don’t know.” Charlie narrowed his eyes as he looked around his room and out at the yard. “Something doesn’t add up.”

“Yeah, maybe that’s because you’re still in battle mode from all that training you put us through today.” Miguel shrugged and smiled. “We live in a big house. Someone tried to rob it. It happens.”

As Miguel turned to leave Charlie stopped him. “Well, I know how we can find out for sure! Touch the ladder or the window ledge and try to get a vision off of it like you did with the shirt button we took from the vampires.”

Miguel rolled his eyes and sighed. “Alright if it will make you happy I’ll try.” Rolling up his sleeves and squinting shut his eyes in intense focus, Miguel began running his hands along Charlie’s window and the pilfered ladder still underneath it. Charlie watched Miguel continue this way for a few minutes until some of the concentration fell from Miguel's face. “No,” Miguel started to say. “Sorry, I’m not getting anything…” Suddenly he spaced out in a deep vision, his hand still on the window. After a moment Miguel jolted back to reality.

“So?” Charlie prodded.

“Woah.” Miguel steadied himself as he regained his bearings, then smiled. “Hey! I didn’t get a headache this time like I did when I first intentionally summoned a vision!”

“See why I keep bugging you guys to train your powers? I was right, they are getting stronger.” Charlie boasted. “And I bet I was right about the demon too, huh?”

“I don’t know, it looked pretty human to me. I didn’t see much though. It was dark and whoever, or whatever, it was had on all black. Something did stick out to me, though.” Miguel admitted.

“What?”

“Well the person-“

“If it was a person.” Charlie interrupted.

“They were the same height and size as us. They looked to be about our age.”

“So were the vampires.” Charlie pointed out. “What else did you see?”

“Right when the security alarm went off they fled your room. But they grabbed something first.” Miguel looked at Charlie apologetically. “I’m sorry to tell you this but they stole your diary, Charlie.”

“Diary?” Charlie deadpanned. “Miguel, I don’t have a diary. I’m not a girl.”

“I keep a diary.” Miguel pouted. “Well, they stole a book off your bed, whatever it was.”

“Oh,” Charlie waved his hand dismissively. “That’s just an old notebook.”

“There wasn't anything important in it, right? Stuff you don’t want anyone else to know?”

“Nah. Just random crap I jotted down.” Charlie started. Miguel was relieved until he saw a look of dread spread across Charlie’s face as he continued talking. “Like… our schedule for the next three months, the security code for the gates and…”

“And?” Miguel prodded anxiously.

Charlie gave Miguel a weary smile. “And the detailed progress reports I’ve been keeping on how you and the other members are coming along in your magical training.”

“Are you an idiot?” Roy fumed. “Just answer me that.” Roy got as close as he could to Charlie’s face and drew out the words. “Are… you… an… idiot?”

Charlie glared at him but said nothing. What could he say?

“You’ve really put all of us at risk.” Ricky picked up the lecture. “How could you write down such personal information – and then lose it?”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” Charlie didn’t look up from the linoleum in the rehearsal room where Menudo had congregated after the police left. Charlie was the only one sitting down while the others stood around him with arms folded – giving Charlie the distinct impression of being sat in the time-out chair.

“Now some random person is walking around out there with a book full of our magical secrets.” Roy grumbled.

Charlie scoffed. “Well, I don’t know about that.” The other four looked at Charlie puzzled so he continued. “This has demon written all over it. Clearly something knew I had that book and broke in here to get it.”

The others exchanged looks, not entirely convinced.

“Well, either way we all better be more careful.” Said Ricky finally. “And to be safe we should change the lock on the gate.”

“If you really want to be safe you should all practice your fight training more.” Charlie countered. “And I still say tonight is the best time.”

“I say,” Joselo interrupted, the soles of his leather shoes tapping against the hard linoleum and echoing through the spacious room. “that tonight is the best time for going to bed. What’s done is done, and you have an early morning radio appearance tomorrow, don’t forget.”

[collecting-stories]

Pablo Neruda - Usnavi de la Vega

Request: no

Summary: reader has a crush on Usnavi and invites him to dinner. Just a bunch of fluff really.

A/N: I don't even know for sure how long this has been in my notes. Literally found it the other day and figured it was high time to finish it and post it here. Even if no one really cares about In the Heights anymore.

Broadway Masterlist

✳︎ ✳︎ ✳︎ ✳︎

The sight behind the counter shouldn’t have been a surprising one. It was more common than not that you would find Marco here, chin just level with the counter despite the stool that Usnavi let him stand on. He thought the bodega was the coolest place on earth and frequently told the owner that when he was Sonny’s age, he too would work there.  

His Spider-Man bike was chained up outside, evidence that he’d ridden straight here after school despite your constant reminders that he needed to come home first.  

“Someday I’m gonna report you as a missing child…they’re gonna think Usnavi kidnapped you.” You remarked, the bell jangling as the door shut behind you. The fan set up in the corner blew passed you as it oscillated, trying to keep the store cool in the early heat of June. You took quick stock of what you could see, noting the absence of any adult supervising your seven-year-old. “Speaking of, where is Usnavi?” 

“The cooler broke again,” Marco replied. The thud of his small feet hitting the floor echoed in the space and he came around the counter to hug you, “I got a gold star on my story about Puerto Rico,” he mentioned, pulling away to go retrieve the paper that had already been pinned up to the bulletin board behind the counter. No doubt Usnavi’s doing.  

“Wow, that’s so great baby,” you took the papers that were stapled together, looking over the story that he’d recited to you three times that morning. “You’re like a little Pablo Neruda.”  

“Who?” Marco took the papers back, hanging them in their rightful place once more. A couple of his drawings accompanied the story. Once Usnavi had even hung a spelling test up so everyone could see it. You appreciated the sweetness, the willingness to help whenever you needed it, having someone around that your son could rely on, but it didn’t stop the occasional pang of something indescribable in your chest. You didn’t want Marco to get his hopes up…god knows you kept waiting for something you were sure wasn’t going to happen. Despite Carla constantly insisting that Usnavi had feelings for you.  

“Yeah, feelings of friendship. Feelings of ‘look at this poor pathetic girl I’ve known my whole life, still can’t make it out, got a kid now cause she was too stupid to see when her boyfriend was lying to her.” 

“Trust me, the only thing Usnavi’s thinking with when you come in the store is-“ 

“Oh god Carla!” 

But you couldn’t help feeling more than a little hopeful everytime you saw one of Marco’s tests or drawings hanging up, as if Usnavi was just as proud as you were. As if Marco had a dad (or at least a father figure) who actually cared about him.  

“Pablo Neruda wrote love poems,” Usnavi’s voice sounded from behind you. “He’s your mama’s favorite.”  

You turned to look at him and he winked as if the two of you were co-conspirators. Like you were in on the same secret and it made your heart pick up speed just a little bit.  

“Who else is gonna write me love poems?” You managed to say, rather proud that you’d even mustered a sentence together.  

The smile didn’t leave Usnavi’s face, even after you turned back to Marco and told him to get his stuff together so you could go home. While you were used to the moaning and protesting that usually accompanied this request you were rather taken aback when Marco hopped off the stool without question and started gathering his school supplies off the counter.  

“Can Usnavi come over for dinner? He said Sonny’ll be here soon to help and that means he wouldn’t have to hang around too…can he?” Marco asked, eagerly, looking to Usnavi, “do you wanna come over for dinner?” 

“You’re going to abuela’s for dinner, remember?” It was Wednesday and Wednesday meant dinner with your ex’s mom.  

“Well, then you and Usnavi can have dinner.” He suggested, toothy smile (minus a noticeable one in the front).  

You thought about saying that you were more than positive Usnavi had better things to do than come over to your place and eat dinner with you but your mouth worked before your brain could intervene and suddenly you heard yourself saying, “what’d you say? Wanna have dinner with me?” to Usnavi.  

Maybe it was the heat or the work trying to fix the cooler that had him flushed but you swore he looked almost nervous when he nodded his head, like the offer was too good to be true. “Yeah, definitely.”  

Usnavi wasn’t one to get his hopes up. Benny constantly swore that you were basically in love, (“you’re practically raising Marco together, now if you could just get together”), but Usnavi didn’t want to take the chance and look like a fool. Not to mention, he liked Marco a lot and he didn’t want you to think he had some ulterior motive for being nice to your son. He wasn’t expecting you to want to be with him and he didn’t want you to think he was.  

You told him seven o’clock and he got there at 6:45, standing at the bottom of the stoop and contemplating the flowers he’d brought. You didn’t say it was date or even imply that this was anything more than you offering a meal while Marco was at his abuela’s. Maybe you just didn’t feel like eating alone. Or maybe you felt bad because Marco had offered dinner and you didn’t want to be rude. Maybe the flowers were overkill, maybe you were allergic.  

“You stand outside all night, you’re never gonna get a chance,” Daniela teased as she walked passed him, bumping her hip against his playfully.  

“We’re just having dinner,” Usnavi didn’t bother to ask how Daniela already knew about the dinner. No doubt everyone in Washington Heights knew about dinner.  

“Yeah?” She plucked a flower out of the bunch, “hoping for dessert?”  

Usnavi choked on his reply, swallowing down the last bout of nerves and heading up to the door before Daniela could continue teasing him. You were on the second floor, the black and white tiled hallway was missing a piece right beside your door and when you complained the landlord told you there was nothing he could do. Now a large pot sat over it with monstera growing next to a welcome mat that you changed out for the seasons. It was getting close to valentines and the mat had red and pink X’s and O’s.  

The green door was cracked open, a “come on in” gesture that Usnavi had encounter a few times before when he’d offered to keep Marco while you worked and then walked the boy home at the end of the night. He rarely saw you without your son and it occurred to him as he pushed the door open that this would be the first time he was at your place without the seven year old buffer leading the conversations.  

“Uh, hey, the door was open,” Usnavi offered as he walked in, shut the door behind him, and walked further into your apartment. He was still holding the flowers, down by his side, their petals directed at the hardwood floor.  

“Hey,” you moved away from the frying pan to give him a hug, laughing gently at the sight of the bouquet. “Are those for me?”  

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” he apologized, whipping them up so fast a few petals fell off. “Daniela stole one, actually.”  

“Well they’re beautiful, thank you.” You took the bouquet from him and Usnavi watched you move around the small kitchen, grabbing a vase and filling it with water and arranging the flowers. He thought about something Abuela Claudia had told him years ago about knowing when he was in love and he turned away, looking around the rest of the small space as if he’d never been in it before.  

“Sonny didn’t mind watching the store I hope,” you mentioned, looking for something to say. It felt different without Marco there. Not the sort of different that made it awkward, despite you grasping for something to say, but the sort of different that felt like talking and having dinner were the furthest things from your mind. The sort of different that had you thinking Daniela and Carla and everyone else in the Heights that had an opinion on it was right.  

“As long as I bring him back something,” he replied. He’d made it to the bookcase near the front door, looking through all the books at eye level first. Pablo Neruda caught his eye and he took the book down, skimming through the pages.  

“Whatca got there?” You asked, coming over to look around his shoulder at the book he was holding in his hands. 

Usnavi tilted his head to look back toward you, “estás aquí. Oh, no te escapes," he began, reciting the poem as you stood there listening, dinner forgotten. His voice was smooth, the way it always was but somehow different too. Sweeter, like honey.  

That different sort of feeling that you were trying not to fall into settled over you as you listened to him read. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, and when he finally reached the end of the poem and he looked over at you, the fall you were trying to avoid suddenly crashed over you.  

“...quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos,” he recited, eyes meeting yours.  

“¿Es así?” You were only just barely aware of Usnavi placing the book back on the shelf, the thin volume of poems falling to the floor from its haphazard placement. He turned into your space, kissing you without hesitation.  

Benny always said he was too slow, that he overthought all of his actions before he did them, and that what he needed to do was just act. It wasn’t advice he ever actually took. Usnavi just wasn’t the kind of person who acted on impulse. And then all of the sudden he was holding your face in his hands and kissing you in your living room. Impulsive, absolutely. When you finally pulled away, only to catch your breath, Usnavi smiled. That irresistibly boyish smile that always gave you butterflies. “Dinner?” He asked, only to avoid any more impulsive acts like telling you he loved you.  

“Dinner can wait.”  

- 

The door to the apartment slammed open and Marco came through, kicking his shoes off as he called out, “Mama! Mama!”  

Behind him, the door shut, his grandma stepping into the kitchen and looking suspiciously over the food that was left on the counter, still in the pan though the oven was off. The door to your bedroom was open and before Marco could make it that far you appeared in the hall, holding a zippered sweatshirt closed, semi-nervous smile on your face.  

“Hey baby, how was dinner?” You asked, hovering near the door of your room. 

“Abuela made dulce de leche! I brought you a piece!” He held the tupperware out toward you proudly, “Is Usnavi still here?”  

“Uh, he’s...he’s in the...” you floundered, trying to think of something to say. He was very much still there, on the other side of the open door, pulling his clothes on as fast as possible.  

“Why don’t we put this in the fridge Marco,” your ex’s mother suggested, taking the tupperware back from you and putting her arm around your son’s shoulders, “wait for your mama and this Usnavi to join us.” 

If you didn’t know you’d hear an earful from her about almost getting caught by your son, you would have thanked her for intervening when she did. Instead you just ducked back in your room, closing the door so you could change quickly, clocking Usnavi standing there with a massive grin on his face.  

“Don’t smile at me like that,” you whispered. An empty warning, really.  

“I don’t know what you mean,” he replied, grin still in place.  

“Come on, I still owe you dinner.” You held the bedroom door open for him to go out first, “and now we’ve got dessert too.” 

Usnavi stopped in the doorway to kiss you, “I’ve already had mine.” When you smacked his arm he only laughed and continued into the kitchen, Marco’s excited greeting putting a smile on your face as you walked into the kitchen after him.  

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The poem Usnavi reads is Pablo Neruda's Everyday You Play .

Translations:

estás aquí. Oh, no te escapes - you are here. Oh you do not run away

quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos - I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees

¿Es así? - is that so? / it's like that?

[gnczhanna]

I’ve written a few obituary posts already and I know I don’t have to I just feel very strongly that I have to express these things? I’m copypasting a longer post I wrote on fb for under the cut but my grandmother died this past Monday and its something I knew was on the horizon but I couldn’t have ever imagined how devastating and like. earthshattering it feels. My grandma was like a second mom to me, I spent so many summers at her house in PR, we spent years after that living at my moms house. She was a constant? And it’s funny to think like. a woman who was born to a rural, coffee picking family in PR, who almost died as a toddler because the ship that took her to NYC was being followed by u-boats, would take me to the beach and listen to me ramble abt shit she did not have any concept of and buy me bootleg Sailor Moon figurines in San Juan because I said I liked that show. Like our dedication to trying to know each other is something I’m going to miss the most. 

I think for people who haven't had a close relationship with a grandparent before it's very hard to explain just how beautiful and alien it is? To be an 00's kid from the suburbs and hold a conversation with someone who's life and experiences were so much different than your own and to still find ways to relate to each other. To joke around with each other. To spend an afternoon together line-drying clothes in her backyard and an evening quipping about novelas over dinner. To sit on the beach and talk about people I'd never meet, about a Bronx, New York and Puerto Rico that were already decades out of reach. I can't stop thinking about our wacky misadventures, all the hurricanes we waited out together, how funny it was to try to convey whatever extremely niche tween/teen hyperfixation I was having at the moment only for her to give the most barely related, completely out of context reply possible because of course she had no idea what I was talking about but she did want to have a conversation with me. I feel like anyone who is a child of immigrants knows what it's like to lose a family member and feel like you've lost a tether to your heritage. One of the bodies that made my body, that carried resilience and wisdom into my mother and into me, is not with us anymore. And that hurts me so deeply. I genuinely can't imagine who I'd be without my grandma; as I write this I can hear the windchimes on my balcony and see about a dozen different PRican souvenir trinkets scattered around my living room. I know that she's the reason I love to tell funny stories, that I tap on jar lids with the back of a knife to get them loose, that I stay mad as hell. It's wild that someone can be a fully complex and nuanced human person and also be your mom's mom. I feel like I've lost my second mother. I'm so grateful I got to see you last month, I want nothing more than to sit with you again and bitch about the same old novelas they still put on tv. I want nothing more than to sit in the carport of the house in PR with you and watch the rain. I don't know how to end this so here are some fun facts about my grandma: - She used to wear perfume to bed sometimes and when I asked her why she was like "I don't wanna waste them" - The ship that brought her to NYC in the 40s got torpedoed later that year by a german U-boat - One time we went to an outdoor movie thing and they were showing the Good Dinosaur and right after the scene where the dinosaur's dad tragically dies and it's like pitch black and silent for a second she started laughing so hard for some reason and at the time I was confused but honestly that was so fucking funny of her and I think about it all the time

[adenes-archive]

Bakugo Headcanons

OKAY, so I wanted to put down 4 of my Bakugo headcanons because I'm in love with this man and he can explode me into next year <3. And I forgot my 5th one </3

They are pretty crappy & shortbut it's okay! ENJOY!

He can cook very well

Now, bakugo being able to cook is canon (i believe). He has great cutting skills (god bless him cuz id lose my fingers) and probably could make a great meal. imo Bakugo isn't that patient but when it comes to making a good ass meal for a date zoo wee mama, expect some good ass food. Now, I'm black, so ofc I'm thinking he can season food hella good🥴. Like almost as good as your grandma. But not better than her because her food is too good to top🙅🏽‍♀️. (now I wanna do Bakugo at a cookout headcanons :|) Since he is Japanese, he makes Japanese dishes that are just explosions (haha) of flavor and goodness in your mouth.

And wherever you're from America, Jamaica, Puerto Rico, or Barbados he is down to try your dishes. Especially if they are spicy as hell. Jerk Chicken? give this man a plate. He will fall in love. Hot wings make them the spiciest mans will not back down.

If you are sick, he's going to take care of you and make you some of the best damn soup. (I love soup with a passion)

TSUNDERE TSUNDERE TSUNDERE

Sir gives off such tsundere tendencies it hurts </3. I hate tsunderes like just tell me you love me instead of pushing me off a building. Bakugo just doesn't like feeling vulnerable. He doesn't want anybody (besides Deku) to see him act more softly. When you or him FINALLY confess your feelings towards each other don't expect this man to not call you baby, bae (🤢🤮), or princess in public. Nah, expect y/l/n, y/n, or the infamous dumbass. But, behind closed doors, he's a literal hedgehog. Smol, sweet, and adorable. You have to initiate everything though, his pride is bigger than his boobs.

After some time he will ease into initiating things on his own. But that's in private and rare </3 but when it does happen he either had a terrible day and needs you to be there for him in a sentimental way or he's just feeling affectionate. It's another way of showing he loves you without saying it. Yes, he feels bad for not saying it as much as you do. But he shows I love you in the best ways possible :)

Likes Simplicity and enjoys small acts

Lord Explosion Murder loves the simplicity of things. Sure he can go all out and be extravagant when it comes to some dates and plans. He just likes simple things. Like an at-home movie date or a picnic at a park or in a backyard. He doesn't need you to buy a blimp to profess your love to him. If you flat out say it or write a little note about it, he will turn into mush on the inside but glare at you on the outside.

He likes sending you notes too! Especially in your bento boxes when you're at school or work. He just likes when you do small meaningful things. He can't help it! He just loves doing small gestures for you! You mean so much to him so why can't he treat you like a princess?

Very Domestic

This goes with cooking and liking the simplicity of things. He's just a domestic man at heart. Bring it up though and he will deny the fuck out of it! He hates when people point out the obvious or point out this vulnerable time of him. He loves his wife and his children and he is going to treat them like they are kings and queens of the world no matter what.

Everyone is spoiled he just doesn't want to admit it. His kids aren't even spoiled brats like the ones you see on tv no they are very respectful and he refuses to allow them to act how he did as a child. Especially to Izuku and quirkless kids.

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[saradiasz]

Pairing: Lin Manuel X Reader

Note: Hi, this is my first Fanfic here, i hope you enjoy it!

Warning: Cursing, Teenager Lin, Lin's accent in Spanish, Smut, Fluff, Lin's baby pictures.

Word Count: 5.001

1998- Summer Vacations

I can't wait to meet my new neighbors, it's pretty lonely here since Cameron that lived nextdoor had to go to live in another country with her parents, she was my best friend and maybe my only one, she said that we will still be friends but...it's different, she's going to find new ones and I'm going to be here alone as always...Fuck that, I have to focus on the new neighbors now, maybe they have a daughter...Well, nobody compares to Cam...Ok, ok I'm forgetting that for now. Anyway, my mom is baking a cake to the neighbors when they arrive, I'm so nervous and anxious for...some reason, so I go downstairs to talk to my mom and see if the cake is ready.

 — Hey mom, how it's going there?  — I said looking to the oven and seeing the chocolate cake inside.

 — Right on time honey, I'm going to take it out in 5 minutes, wanna help me with the frosting?  — She said giving me a spatula that i take with enthusiasm.

 — Sure mom.  — I smile to her and she start to pouring condensed milk slowly in the wipped cream that I was stirring.

After that she put the frosting on the fridge and take the cake of the oven and put it on the table to rest, we talk for some time about nothing important until the cake was cold enough for the frosting. Is between spread frosting on the cake and put it on a plate that we heard a knock at the door.

 — Can you see who is for me Y/N? 

 — Sure.  — I said with a bored face, it's impossible that anyone liked to host people at your door, impossible.

I open the door and I see a latin little man, or a big kid... I'm not sure yet, he is wearing a Star Wars t-shirt way too big with large, large pants that another person could fit there with him comfortably, there's a hat laying on his head too, very fancy. He just stay there starring at me with his big brown eyes and then say:

 — Hi I'm Lin son of the new neighbors, my mom is throwing a party tonight and she's inviting your family, nothing fancy just some foods and a lot of dancing, there's none dress code or those shit, we just want to have a good time with everyone and make new friends.  — He said in one breathe with a lot of hand gestures, impressive...He dresses like a kid and talk as much as one.

 — Okay.  — I said slowly.  — I'm gonna say to my mom, actually she's baking a welcome cake for your family, we can take with us tonight then.

 — That would be perfect, thank you so much. — He said gesturing with his hands again. — Bye.  — He turn around and go in the way to the next house as I close the door.

 — Okay, mom you won't belie... What are you looking at?  — She look at me with a weird smile and say:

 — He likes you honey, did you saw the look on his eyes and how he was literally throwing words at you?  — She said giving me a malicious face.

 — What are you saying, of course he don't like me, we talk for 2 minutes...Well he talked for 2 minutes I just listened. — I said rolling my eyes.

 — Well, think what you want, and about the party...we are definitely going, so find a good dress. 

 — Why mom? Let me stay home, please. — I said with fake tears in my eyes.

 — I know you, don't fake a face for me, we are going and period. — Damnit, she know me too well.

 — Ugh, okay okay.

After we both get ready, I take the cake and we go to Lin's house, i can hear music from a far, we get there and knock, a woman full of energy open the door and hug me and my mom tightly at the same time what almost caused a cake accident.

 — Wepa, I'm so happy you maded, come in, come in. — She said with a heavy accent and then pushed us into her house.

 — And we are very happy that you invited us, I baked a cake for you, take it. — My mom said giving her the cake that was in my arms.

 — Mas no precisava, you didn't need too. I'm going to place this with the rest of the food, thank you...I don't even asked your name honey, what am I thinking... — Own, like mom, like son. She said as fast as Lin did before.

 — It's Y/M/N and what's yours? If I may ask. — Okay, so I'm probably gonna be here for a while, it's always like that when my mom finds another "talkative" mom. 

 — It's Luz, and this is your hija? Uh tan hermosa... — She said giving me a look — Lin has a good taste...

 — Mama, ¿Qué estás diciendo? Excuse us ladies — A blushed Lin appears of nowhere almost screaming and then he leaves with his mother.

 — That was... — My mom start thinking in a word.

 — Freaking weird? Yeah, I know. I told you so, if you excuse me I'm going to find food.  — I go right to the place that's probably the kitchen, there's some latin people talking, probably Lin's family or something, I found a table with some snacks in the corner and go straight to them taking one bowl of... something that I don't know what it is but tastes good. I go to find somewhere safe to eat alone, what's not very complicated since they don't unpacked almost anything, I go upstairs and enter a room with some furniture, I turn the light on and then sit on the floor behind some boxes trying to hide for a while. I really didn't wanted to came here in the first place, don't get me wrong, the people aren't the problem, I am...I just don't like parties, and parties with my mom are even worse. The door opens interrupting my monologue about how much I hate parties. I see Lin talking on the phone entering the room like a thunder, closing the door and laying on the carpet.

 — Tú no entiendes, ella es la cosa más linda que yo ví en toda mi vida...obviamente no consegui hablar com ela Carlos, I'm too shy for that... — He finally realize that I'm in the room and say almost choking on the phone. — Oh fuck, yo tengo que ir bye. Hi, what're you doing here? The party isn't in my bedroom.  — He said with a...smile? Or he's dying? 

 — Your what? Oh I'm sorry I was just... scaping for my mom, I didn't realized that this was your room. — Oh fuck, of course it's his bedroom.

 — It's okay, it's nothing yet actually just a bunch of boxes and I relate with the mom thing, my mom drives me crazy sometimes too.  — He opens a beautiful smile, I never took a deep look at him but he's not that bad actually, even kinda cute with a goofy smile. 

 — Mothers hun. — We both laugh looking at the floor.

 — Did you understood what I was talking on the phone? — He asked nervous.

 — Not even a word. — He's relief came hard.

 — Oh, nice.

 — What you were saying, though? — That's really weird, he start to panic.

 — Ah, uh...porn — That's a bad liar over here my friends.

 — Sure...

 — Yeah. — Awkward silence, yummy...

 — So...

 — What's your name again? I don't think you never said to me actually.  — He said with a question mark all over his face.

 — Well, you never gave me the chance. — He start to blush because of my words and then he whisper an sorry. — It's okay Lin, and my name is Y/N at your service sir. 

 — Yeah, this name suits you. — He said now smiling. 

 — Do you want some?  — I said pointing the bowl to him. — I don't know what this is but is pretty damn good.

 — Sure. — He said taking some of the bowl and then sitting next to me, his leg touching mine. — It's tostones, basically fried plantain, it's a Puerto Rican thing, well latin thing but this one my aunt brought from Puerto Rico. — He said with his eyes glowing. 

 — You used to live there? 

 — No, actually. My parents came to here and then they meet on college so i was born here too, but I love Puerto Rico it's my happy place you know. — He said with a half smile.

 — That's so sweet Lin.  — His eyes finds mine and we stare each other for a minute, but then I look away...This boy is like...affecting me? 

 — So, did you want to get back there? It's dinner time.  — He stand up and offers me his hand.

 — We really have to? — I said forcing a sad face.

 — Of course we do, but if you get uncomfortable I promise that we can stay here okay? — His hand still waiting for mine.

 — Okay then.  — I take his hand leaving the empty bowl behind, we get out of the room still holding hands, until I see my mom, in that moment I go crazy and i walk in her direction leaving Lin.

 — Hm, very strange that you were together inside a room, did you wear protection honey? I don't want a...

 — MOM, we were just talking.  — I said interrupting her before she said something even crazier.

 — I'm just saying...Well, let's go to get dinner, this are really nice people doll you're gonna love them. — She said leading me to the backyard where a big table was full of food, hell yes, that's what I'm talking about, don't like parties who?

I sit with my mom by my right side, Lin appears and sit in front of me, after everybody was at the table we start to eat, people asking food, pouring juice, telling jokes, Lin's look finding mine between conversations, was all really nice, I even forgot why I was so worried at the first place. 

We are at home now, I'm looking at the sky from my window, there's a lot of stars and is a full moon day. The curtains of the other house in front of my window opens all of sudden, of course Lin's window is there, how I didn't noticed that? He don't seems to see me, what makes sense since my lights are off, he's shirtless and writing something on the desk that places below the window, there's a lamp on the desk and the only thing that's on at the room. He seems so relaxed, his mouth is moving fast what means he's probably singing, maybe writing music? I don't know but it's a beautiful view, wait...is this creepy? I'm feeling like a stalker right now, i try to hide but he see me for my own despair. He smile and wave his hand to me, I do the same with a Awkward smile. Crap, I'm so dumb...he take a paper and write "Hi, can't sleep either?", i write fast in a old piece of paper a big "No", he smile and write another thing and then show me "Meet me in 10?" Oh fuck, why he want to see me? he's totally going to report me to the police for harassment. I raise my thumb to him and he closes his curtains, I look at the mirror and remember that I was in my pajamas but who cares, I go downstairs slowly so my mom couldn't hear me, the door make a noise when I open it...damnit, hope she didn't hear this, I close the door and turn to Lin's house, he's standing right in front sadly with clothes now, wait, why am I disappointed? He has a little smile in his face until he reaches me.

 — I'm sorry, I wasn't stalking you I swear, please don't sue me...

 — What're you talking about?  — He said confused, crap crap crap, a thousand times crap, I fell my cheeks hot so I close my eyes so I won't be able to see his face.

 — Nice pajamas by the way... Wait, are this pineapples? — He said with a stupid smirk on his face.

 — Oh shut up, you're wearing Star Wars clothes all day and I never said a word about it. — I try to say this mad but my smile wins the battle on my face.

 — Yo, Star Wars is a classic but I never see a movie about pineapples. — Why do I didn't changed my clothes again? Right, laziness.

 — Uh, rude. — I hit his arm weakly.

 — Au. — He smile and take my hand. — Let's go, we can lay down in the garden and look at the stars and...talk.

 — Okay Yoda. — He laugh a little as we go to the background of his house. 

We lay on the ground with our bodies almost touching, the stars really look beautiful tonight... He turn his head in my direction...We both know what's going to happen but the wait make all better, I turn to him and his laches are beating slowly, the light of the stars make his face glow, he put one hand on my face and start to make little circles around my cheek and say that my eyes are more shining than the stars, his face is literally one inch far from mine. I'm the one who kisses first, his lips are soft and warm, he put his hand in my wrist and push me closer to him, his tongue is touching mine now in a sweet kiss, we end the kiss but we stay closer as possible.

 — That was unexpected. — I said breaking the silence.

 — Well, not for me. I was hoping to do that since I meet you. — He says letting small kisses on my face.

 — So my mom was right this time. — He goes a little far laughing.

 — I was that obvious?

 — I don't think so, but in the moment you walked away she said that you liked me, what I thought that was craziness until now.  — I said with one hand in his soft hair. — No that I'm saying that you like me i just... — He stop me pressing our lips together.

 — Mothers hun... — He said quoting me and then opening one of those beautiful smiles.

The sun is rising when we go back to home, I say a last goodbye to him from the window before jumping on the bed, my back are in pain but I don't care...This was one of the best days of my life, I sleep and my dreams are full of dancing and laughing. 

I wake up with a knock at my door, I look to the clock next to my bed and it's almost 12 o'clock, after a little battle against myself I get up and open the door, Lin is with a big smile in his face, the large clothes now are just a cargo shorts and a light white shirt showing his shoulders and a lot of skin, so much skin...

 — Good morning Sleepyhead. — He said still smiling.

 — How you're up after last night? And smiling... — I said outraged giving room for him get inside.

 — Actually I barely sleep, no i can't get inside. Your mother only let me in when I promised not to enter your room.

 — Of course she did, by the way what are you doing here? — I ask him. — No that I didn't liked, I do, I really do. — I said fast.

 — Really? — He's cheeks are turning red, how he can be this cute?

 — Yeah. — I get closer to him and I let a little kiss into his lips. 

 — So, I was thinking that we could go to somewhere today, I know a place in the woods that's perfect for do absolutely nothing, it's not far so we can walk a little bit and since you didn't eat breakfast, we can do a picnic and no one else goes there so we can stay together in peace. — He said showing me the basket in his hand.

 — That sounds perfect, I just have to take a shower, I see you in 30? — He nodd his head in affirmation and I kiss him more deeply this time.

 — See ya. — He said in the middle of the kiss and then goes away...God I could live in his lips forever...

I take a quick bath and go downstairs, Lin is talking to my mother, he's drinking a cup of coffee and they're... Laughing? Weird...I say a hi to my mom and we go to Lin's place. It's really a perfect place, there's a lot of trees and a little lake in the middle, we rest on a big towel under a tree for some time, we eat a lot, it's a perfect afternoon...

  — Thank you Lin, this is so nice. — My head is resting on his shoulder.

 — You know what would be nicer? — He said standing up and slowly taking his shirt off and running into the lake direction. I take my dress off and follow him with a goofy smile on my face. We jump into the almost warm water together, he start to splashing water in my face and I do it back, he came closer and kiss me, his shy hands are laying in my lower back, i surround his waist with my legs and I feel something getting harder under his belly, he stop the kiss looking at me with his big eyes, his laches are moving fast. 

 — I...it's... — He tries to talk but he doesn't have words for this.

 — Shhhh, kiss me Lin. — I whisper into his ear and he does what i ask, then i take his hand and guide him to where we were before.

 — I never done this before. — He said with his voice shaking. We lay on the towel and I kiss him, i run my hand through his wet soft hair and feel them between my fingers, meanwhile his hands is caressing my back, making little circles.

— We don't have to do it if you aren't ready yet. — He's looking at me with those big brown puppy eyes, I'm losing all control that i have. — I never done this with someone that i just meet either, but you're making me crazy without doing anything.

— I want you, i just don't know...how... — He gaze up avoiding my eyes with his cheeks all red now, did i mention how cute he's with red cheeks? 

— Hey, look at me. — I said touching his face and making he look at mine — I'll not say that i didn't do it before, but i can lead you...if you let me. — He don't say anything, just came closer and kiss me taking all the breath of my lungs.

— Okay...— He said more whispering than really talking. 

— If you want to stop anytime just say, okay? — He nodd his head in confirmation. I stay on top of him and take my bra and throw in the floor next to us, he look at my breasts with his eyes wide open then look to my face like he was asking for permission, what was really cute, i take his warm hands and put them in there and he squeeze very softly, i feel him getting even harder under me, i kiss him urgently like i never kissed someone before, he turn our positions and now he's on top of me going down to my lips and kissing my neck and collarbone, a little noise come out of my mouth when i feel his lips on my nipple pressing it softly and letting small kisses. I hear he saying all the time how soft my skin is and how sweet i taste in his mouth, our underwear go out of our body in some point.

I said that i would lead him but he's doing a great job from himself, driving me crazy with all the wait and his kisses in my body, i can feel everything, every part of our body that's touching, every drop of sweat that roll in our body. The beautiful things that came out of his mouth are like a melody, i never felt so loved when i feel him inside me, filling me whole.

— Am i hurting you baby? — He ask with the most beautiful face of concern.

— Just a little, but it's normal don't worry my love. — He nodd and then lay his forehead in mine starting to move inside me, our bodies colliding softly, his lips is barely pressing mine, he's not moving fast what make all feel even better, he's saying how gorgeous i am and i how i make him feel the luckiest guy in the whole world for let him be with me in his arms, my name come out of his mouth like a poem, we are moaning together and it's together that we come too, my eyes are out of orbit, i can't feel anything else than the goosebumps all over my body, he's head is resting in my chest and he's hugging me tight in his arms.

— You're so amazing Y/N...I'm really happy that my first time was with you. — He said softly looking deep in my eyes after we recover and lay on the ground side by side with our bodys tangled. — I never felt like this before for anyone else.

— Me neither Lin, i love how you make me feel... — I said and i feel the cold wind in my naked body what make me shiver for a moment but Lin hold me closer to his body. — I think we should put our clothes on and go back now, it's starting to get cold and the sun is going down, my mom will kill me if I get home late.

— Yeah, let's go doll. — He said throwing my clothes on me and getting up.

At home i take a shower but Lin's taste and smell are still in my body, i still can feel his arms wrapping me. I touch my lips remembering of when he was kissing me slowly, savouring my mouth. I think about check the window just to see if he's there but before I came into a conclusion my mom calls me for dinner. It's 9am when i sleep, all that i didn't slept the night before mixed with all the "exercise" from the afternoon make me sleep 10 hours uninterrupted. I get up really excited for the day, the sun is rised and it's a beautiful day, i take a quick shower and go catch some breakfast before knock at Lin's door.

— Good morning mom. — I said almost singing.

— Good Morning honey, why you're so happy? You're never like this in the morning. — She said looking at me suspiciously.

— I'm just happy mom, i can't be happy anymore? Jesus

— Of course you can, but it's strange. Let me guess, Lin is the reason of your happiness? — She ask smirking for me.

— Maybe, why? — I ask drinking my coffee 

— Nothing... i like him, he's a very good boy and he's super respectful and I think he really really likes you. 

— I really like him too mom...

— I can see, your eyes glow when you talk about him, i'm really glad that you found each other honey. — She said cupping my face.

— Me too mom, i have to go now. — I kiss her face and go out listening to her voice saying for me not to came home late. I knock at his door and his mom open for me.

— Good morning Mrs. Miranda, is Lin at home? 

— Good morning Y/N, he's in shower but come in, you can wait for him here, and don't call me that, I'm just Luz for you— She said all too happy, probably Lin told her about us.

— Okay Luz. — She guide me to the couch, i look around and everything is in place, just one or two boxes in the corner now, the decoration in very happy with a lot of color everywhere. — This is so pretty Luz.

— Thank you, i really liked how turned too. Come here let me show you a thing. — We get up and she show me trophys and some papers that belongs to Lin, there's some more things but are from a girl, maybe a sister? He didn't told me he had a sister. She takes a big album and we sit on the couch again, that's the good stuff, the blackmail material.

— This is when he born, tan precioso. — She show me a photo in white and black with a baby Lin in it, so cute. — I never thought that he would became this writing machine that never sleep properly, i blame his father they're exactly the same. — She show me a lot of another photos, in graduations, in piano recitals what apparently he was really good at, in family reunions. He appears when we're almost done, he smile when he see me but then he panic when he realize that his mom is with his kid album.

— Mami, i can't believe you're embarrassing me again. — He said hiding his face with his hands.

— I'm just showing to her como tú eras pequeño e precioso mi hijo. — She said standing up and pinching his red cheek, then she put the album where it was before and go out of the room.

— Stop laughing at me. — He said with the most adorable angry face when i start to laugh. I stand up and kiss his cheek as he touch my back and bring me close pressing his lips against mine. — What are we going to do today baby? 

— Movie? My mom's going to shop what will probably take a while so we can watch it in my house. — He smirk at me. — God, you barely discovered sex and you're already addicted? — What i said make him laugh loudly.

— I'm sorry, so...just a movie. I will just say to my mom so she won't be crazy that I'm not home — He kiss my cheek and go talk to his mom.

After we fight for 10 minutes we finally agree in watch the Ghostbusters, we both have watched it one hundred times but it's just too good. My mom finally go to work and we go to the kitchen to do popcorn and take some snacks. After that we lay on the carpet to watch the movie.

— You never told me that you had a sister. — I said playing with his hair in my finger, his head resting in my lap.

— I thought that i did, anyway she's the best, she prefer to be in our aunt's house for the summer, that's why she isn't here.

— I always wanted to have a sister, but my dad died when I was young and my mom never was the same. 

— I'm so sorry Y/N. — He said cupping my face.

— I'm okay now, was a really long time ago. — I put my hand over his. — What about your father, why i didn't meet him yet? 

— He's in New Jersey for work, he'll probably be here in the weekend, I'll make sure that he meet my girl. — He said pressing our lips quickly.

— Your girl? You didn't even asked me yet. — I said throwing a popcorn in his face.

— I have to? — He said confused.

— No, but it won't harm if you do it.

— Okay, Okay. — He said sitting in front of me and taking my hands, i can't believe he'll really do that. I burst into laughter

— I'm just kidding...

— Shh... I'm concentrating. — He put a finger in my lips and then clean his throat and start...rapping?. — I know I'm not much but my heart belongs to you, even more when I remember of that afternoon, baby I can't take you out of my mind, here holding your hands i ask you, will you be mine? 

— You just made that out of nowhere? Cool

— It's that a yes? 

— Of course it's your dummy. — I said jumping into him kissing his lips, the popcorn that was in my lap spreads to everywhere.

I never thought that I would find love in such a young age and so fast, but i couldn't imagine my life without Lin, he's the only man I loved and will always be, and the felling is mutual by what he say every morning that we wake up together, side by side, i never felt so loved in someone's arms before and i hope this felling last until the day I die. This is the end but not our end, we'll last forever.

[heartbreakfeelsogood]

get 2 know me ♡

i was tagged by @ofalltheginjoints mwah bestie <3

Favorite time of year: i love early fall and mid to late spring weather so <3

Comfort food: pasta or arroz con gandules bc my mom gave me no choice but to have that as a safe food all we eat is rice 🙏🏻 love u mami

Favorite dessert: this is such a trick question. to me. maybe ice cream… maybe…

Things you collect: vinyls! also my mom started a travel spoon collection for me as a kid, god knows why. i feel like stuffed animals could also count i have so many

Favorite drink: coke

Favorite musical artist: “this really underground band, you probably haven’t heard of em- fall out boy...” <- same lj

Last song you listened to: the patron saint of liars and fakes 🤬🤯😤🤺

Last movie you watched: i don’t even know. my big fat greek wedding when i made taylor watch? maybe?

Last series you watched: uhhh that i finished? gilmore girls i think?

Series you’re currently watching: er

Current obsession: it’s never not fall out boy i literally just decided i have a deep and meaningful emotional soul connection with pete wentz.

Dream place to visit: i want to visit my best friend (<- sappy bitch) but also. greece :]

A place you’ve been to that you want to go back to: another sappy answer: illinois to see my girlfriend. alternatively maybe puerto rico since i haven’t been since i was a kid, i’d love to bring my grandparents and “meet” their siblings

Something you want: a hug. to be reminded what i mean to people. fob8. cheez it’s sound good.

Currently working on: i’m supposed to be reading the metamorphosis right now… um as far as editing goes i still have yet to make the overall fav music video gif set (bc idk how to make it interesting) and i have some lyric parallels i wanna work with written in my notes :)!

no pressure tags xo: @lucysknight, @thekidsarentalright, @ybcpatrick, @4intheafternoon, @that-was-anticlimactic, @zukkaoru

[pinkykitten]

Hola! I don't see people from Puerto Rico often and its kinda refreshing

Anyways I wanted to see if you could do a matchup for me? Maybe knb and marvel

So I am a 5'6 female Leo

I'm straight

Latina(PR)

I have waist length brown hair and mismatched brown and hazel eyes.

Personality wise, I'm really quiet and reserved around people I don't know. I'm also one of those people who people think they're the smartest person ever because they're quiet and seen most of the time with their nose buried in a book, yep. Sadly, that's me.

I love volleyball, basketball and dancing and I'm considered good at them, but I don't play competitively because my parents don't really approve and think its a waste of time.

While I'm probably the champion in the silent game at school and people often confuse me for a mute, I love hanging out with my friends, where I joke around and do stupid stuff with like parkouring in a kids playground or seeing who can last longer doing a handstand

I'm really protective of my friends and they are who I consider my family.

Because of my actual family, ive grown to have trust issues and tend to avoid talking much and my friends have gone through a lot to get my trust

If I ever have a boyfriend, I think I'd like them to be as much of a challenge to get through as I am. I'd like them to tease me and challenge me, but know his limits. I think they should also make me feel included if they have friends because, as ive mentioned before, I do not like social situations. I love to read and discuss my favorite books, so debating skills are a must. Plus, I am kinda Athletic, so having a workout partner would be nice, but not someone who freaks out so much over health because I have a major sweet tooth and will not be stopped from getting sweets, especially on my period

ORDER UP!!!

i ship you with...

daiki aomine

wow u r so quiet it makes aomine kinda pissed in the beginning like say something but later ur quietness intrigues him and he wants to get to know u. he is going to make it his mission to get u to talk to him and open up to him. he sees how smart u r and is actually impressed which is hard for him to be. he start walking w u and opening up to u. he sees u as a challenge. when u play basketball and he sees ur skills he is left mouth hanged open! he cannot believe how good u r and ur like awesome. he finds himself thinking about u constantly. when u talk to him he thinks u have the most beautiful voice and he kinda falls in love there. he messes w u abojt having ur face in a book and invites u to all his games and have fun w his friends and have dinner w them. he is chill w u and after hearing about ur personal family life gets u and wants to make u feel comfortable whenever. u and him both tease each other and he like loves to lean on u.

the breeze was nice and flowed through the trees. having just shared a creme brûlée, everybody felt complete. aomine laid his head on ur lap, taking a cat nap. “what r u reading?” his voice was rough and low. u showed him the title and aomine smirked, “that guys an idiot.” u and aomine debated numerous times and u were going to go there again considering this was ur fav book. “wanna fight me on this one? ur fav book sucks, baka.”

peter quill

peter is very outspoken and doesn’t care what ppl think and he is gonna have fun and live his life. he sees u, nose stuck in a book, not saying a word he is shocked and almost worried. he works w a crew that never stops talking so he wanted to make sure u were comfortable. when he gets to know ur fam situation he is very sorry and knows how personal life can make ppl have anxieties and fears. he understands and is for u all the time. ur not a friend to the crew ur family. everybody loves u. he makes sure of it. he loves however how protective and loving u r to the others it makes u fit right in. he is kinda hot and bothered seeing u kick butt in working out cuz he is like the guy that has had a bit too many sandwiches but who cares cuz we stan him here. but on ur period he will def be that guy that it doesn’t matter what time or even if he is fighting some sketchy guys he will go get u ur fav dessert or whatever ur craving. he cares so much about u cuz he understands not being able to trust but he trusts u wholeheartedly.

peter played the music loudly in his ship. his mother loved the song more than anything. peter saw u emerge into the ship, getting things situated. he knew u were a great dancer, “hey baby.”

u perked ur head up to his attention.

“dance with me?” he gave a goofy smile. u stood and although u don’t dance the best neither does peter. he held u in his arms and swayed w u, the woman of his dreams, to the melodies.

a/n: sorry i’m late for friday matchup i was busy so i hope y’all can send them in and i can do as much as i can. also hi there!