#Iban People

[yekokataa]

you wouldn’t think that in 2024 i’d still be constantly plagued by the us not having proper bank transfer options and yet

[peaceeandcoolestvibes]

I still can’t believe this is real LFMAO

[soon-palestine]

[vitsa-didicoy]

How to Donate to the Domari Society of Gypsies in Jerusalem

As many of you may know, the Domari community in Palestine is suffering alongside native Palestinians in the genocidal campaign headed by Israel.

Though we do not know much of the Domari's struggles in detail, I can only imagine it is the same extent as the Palestinians' struggles.

The Domari Society was founded by director Amoun Sleem in 2000 and since then she and her staff have done incredible things for the Domari, including providing resources and education to women and children.

On the Domari Society website, there is information on how to send donations via bank transfer, but considering that their main avenue may not be the most accessible to share and donate, I am making this post providing a step-by-step guide on how to donate to the Domari Society of Gypsies in Jerusalem.

This method works only if you have a PayPal and/or Xoom account (Xoom is owned by PayPal so if you only have PP, you can still donate.)

Step-by-Step:

Click this [link] here. It will take you to Xoom's page for sending money to Israel (Jerusalem is occupied by Israel, so it must be through them). Make sure you are signed in to either Xoom or PayPal.

Enter a minimum amount of 35.66 shekels (minimum 10.01 USD) to send. Click (Send Now) to progress to the next page.

3. Confirm information on screen and click (Next).

4. Select (Bank Deposit) and click (Next).

5. When selecting a bank, click (Other) and it will bring you to a page where you must enter the IBAN number of the bank you want to send money to. The IBAN for the Domari Society's bank is IL040176380000002503877 (copy and paste this exactly). Confirm that the bank is Mercantile Discount Bank Ltd and click (Next).

6. Enter in contact information. It is as follows: First Name: Domari Last Name: Society Address 1: Shua'fat, Derech Shua'fat 10 City: Jerusalem Phone Number: +97225324510 Email: domarisociety@gmail.com

7. Enter any information required and choose your payment option. On the last page, confirm the information listed and if everything is correct, click (Send).

Bank transfer may take a few days, but congratulations! You just donated to the Domari Society of Gypsies in Jerusalem. Know that your contribution will go towards the betterment of the Domari in Palestine.

Also, most information is found on the Domari Society's website, so if you wish to confirm that the donation is legitimate you can check the bank details here: [link]

Please share this whether you donate or not, it could mean life or death for Dom under occupation. May we all see a day where our people are safe. Te aven baxtalo 💙❤️💚

[scottishcommune]

Emergency aid for Rojava!

Humanitarian aid for the victims of Turkey’s aggressions

Turkey has been bombing civilian infrastructure in Rojava (North and East Syria) since 4th of October 2023, and the region is heading for a humanitarian catastrophe. Turkey has bombed more than 150 targets so far: Much of the region's vital infrastructure has been damaged or destroyed in a matter of hours. Turkey’s attacks have so far caused dozens of civilian deaths and injuries and destroyed 80 per cent of civilian infrastructure, including water and power supplies, hospitals, residential areas, schools, oil fields, factories and warehouses. Hundreds of thousands of people have been cut off from electricity and water supplies for days now. The Covid hospital in Dêrik, one of the most important hospitals of its kind in the region, was completely destroyed by the Turkish air strikes. Numerous other health facilities have been destroyed, hospitals cut off from electricity, cold chains broken - there are calls for blood donations. As Turkey’s attacks continue, the humanitarian situation is expected to deteriorate further and the death toll to rise. The Kurdish Red Crescent (Heyva Sor a Kurd) is on the ground providing vital humanitarian assistance. Support the work of Heyva Sor a Kurd with your donations!

Bank account

Heyva Sor a Kurdistanê e. V.

Kreissparkasse Köln

IBAN: DE49 3705 0299 0004 0104 81

BIC/SWIFT: COKSDE33XXX

Reference: Rojava

PayPal: paypal.me/heyvasorakurdistane

*please note:

Due to an order from the ADD Rheinland-Pfalz, they are currently unable to accept donations from Rheinland-Pfalz.

Contact and further information:

www.heyvasor.com

E-Mail: heyvasor@web.de

Phone: +49 (0) 2241 975 25 83

Instagram: heyvasor

Twitter: @Heyva__Sor

Facebook: Heyva Sor a Kurdistanê e.V.

[nezoriy]

Hey there. I'm Seymour (aka Stanislav in regular life), a Kyiv-based Ukrainian trans man, and I am crowdfunding for my top surgery.

Long story short:

The price is USD 1875 (75000 UAH). And frankly speaking, that's A Lot for me. So, I would really appreciate any donations, even just a dollar or two. If you can't donate but can share, it’ll be of a great help too.

GoFundMe unfortunately doesn't work in Ukraine and I haven't found any other reliable services which do (pls let me know if you know any). So unfortunately I can only provide my PayPal and bank info (pls do ignore my deadname lol):

PayPal: stanislavamur@gmail.com

BANK INFO

From abroad in USD:

IBAN

UA803220010000026208327480070

SWIFT/ BIC Code

UNJSUAUKXXX

Receiver

MURASHCHENKO STANISLAVA

EUR within Europe:

IBAN

GB46CLJU00997185886387

BIC code

CLJUGB21

Receiver

MURASHCHENKO STANISLAVA

SWIFT

IBAN

UA793220010000026207327851826

SWIFT/ BIC Code

UNJSUAUKXXX

Receiver

MURASHCHENKO STANISLAVA

Моно банка якщо раптом:

https://send.monobank.ua/jar/56y8VGhGBg

Номер банки: 5375411221737971

Long story long:

I'm an artist, a queer activist, a writer and a LARPer. I'm employed full-time plus doing some side gigs plus trying to sell my artworks, but salaries in Ukraine just aren't that great. I'm making monthly about $1200 and half of that goes for the rent. Some medical bills for my partner and my doggo already left me with about -1750 USD on my credit card. I got another credit card approved for the surgery specifically and my partner and I are planning to move out to a cheaper place in December, but I’m planning the surgery for October, so paying off the debts will be hard for a while.

I know there're a lot of causes closer to home, whenever that home is for you. If I'm honest that's why I try to ask people from outside Ukraine bc here every donation we have to make is for the survival of our people. Something like a top surgery is frivoulos compared to that.

But if you do have a spare couple of dollars, they would make a huge difference for me. The exchange rate is 1USD=40UAH, so yeah. I would be tremendously happy for any donation you can make.

If you donate more than $20, pls get in touch with me (tumblr, instagram and twitter: @nezoriy, @stanmur in telegram), and I'll be happy to do a digital painting of yourself, your partner, your cat, your OC/DnD character etc. For a donation over $50 I'll draw for you pretty much anything you want.

Please share and donate if you can.

[heyvasorakurdistane]

Our partner organisation in Rojava, Heyva Sor Kurd, is working to provide medical care to people who have fled from Tel Rifat, Shehba and the Aleppo area. Tens of thousands of people have been displaced by the attacks.

Heyva Sor a Kurd continues its relief efforts with the support of Heyva Sor a Kurdistanê e.V.

Dear supporters,

Your support is needed. You can donate for the people of Shehba and Tel Rifat through Heyva Sor a Kurdistanê e.V.

Heyva Sor a Kurdistanê e.V.

Kreissparkasse Köln

IBAN: DE49 3705 0299 0004 0104 81

BIC/SWIFT: COKSDE33XXX

Purpose: Rojava

PayPal:heyvasorakurdistan@gmail.com

(Note: Due to an order by the ADD Rheinland-Pfalz, we are currently unable to accept donations from the federal state of Rheinland-Pfalz.)

[handweavers]

trying to learn more about soil and clay for earth pigments purposes (ie using earth pigments for making paint for both fabric printing and watercolours) which i've studied before and have taught classes on working with purchased earth pigments for the above purposes, but i'm trying to understand more about exactly how these pigments form in the soil and thus how to most easily find them outside myself. and the easiest solution i've found is to read my dad's earth science textbook on 'the nature and properties of soils' from 1996 like, for fun essentially, front to back, and try to absorb as much as i can from it

like when i describe myself as a textile artist and talk about making paint and dyes and weaving people think it's exciting, which it can be, but people keep asking me where i get my knowledge from and i can't emphasize enough how much of my life is spent sitting in my house reading 20+ year old university textbooks on soil and ethnobiology papers titled like 'utilizing non-timber forest products in traditional culture: iban dyes of sarawak' while being a high school dropout lol

[visenya42]

If you want to donate to Turkey right now, here is a trustworthy NGO you can donate to:

The founder is @haluklevent and @ahbap on twitter, you can also check out his account for further info and the current state of things. Volunteers are trying to bring aid with your donations to the disaster zone. It’ll be snowing in 6 of the worst hit cities tonight, where more than 4 million people lives. Please consider donating if you can, keep in mind that 1 US dollar currently equals 18 Turkish liras. Even a small donation may buy an extra tent.

you can make a donations from abroad using this swift code called “ISBKTRIS”

Ahbap Derneği

USD Account Number: 1021-2150262

IBAN: TR320006400000210212150262

EURO Account: 1021-2150277

IBAN: TR150006400000210212150277

GBP Sterlin IBAN: TR370006400000210212260849

[bitter-hibiscus]

I know I run a fandom blog, but I can't in good consciousness not talk about what's happening in Brazil.

Rio Grande do Sul, my home state, is underwater. The floods are reaching 9 meters in height. Over 74 thousand people are now homeless, and over 300 cities out of the 497 cities in the state are in critical condition. In marginalized cities, the gangs are demanding to be paid to save people. There are 74 confirmed deaths, but that number will grow exponentially once the water is low enough that we can actually see the bodies-- the estimate for right now is over 1000 deaths. This tragedy will become a yearly event because of the utter incompetence of our governor and our president. There are multiple hospitals filled with people who needed to be treated for hypothermia that got flooded and now the patients are stuck inside.

I'll leave below the information to donate money to the government, but if I find any links related to non-profit organizations I will be making other posts about it. If you're American, your donations would be even more important. 5 dollars is equivalent to 20 reais. That's enough to buy someone a meal, or a blanket, or clothes that aren't soaked in dirty river water, or most common medications.

If you have no money at all, please just spread the word. It will encourage other countries to send help our way because Brazil was entirely unprepared for this disaster. Ask your representatives to help us.

Civil Defense - Get updates on the situation

Donation instructions:

Euro Zone: Bank Standard Chartered Bank Frankfurt Swift: SCBLDEFX Account: 007358304

Dollar Zone: Bank Standard Chartered Bank New York Swift: SCBLUS33 Account: 3544032986001

For both cases, you have to inform:

Code IBAN: BR5392702067001000645423206C1

Name: Associa��ão dos Bancos no Estado do Rio Grande do Sul

CNPJ: 92.958.800/0001-38

[tomicaleto]

Mi hermano quería un diseño de sticker que fuera un pulpo cebador con varios mates y me pareció que acá lo iban a apreciar también

English: My brother wanted a sticker design of an octopus that prepares mate with several mates and I think people would appreciate it here as well

[shake-your-money-maker]

“I was broken hearted and at a crossroads in my life when I first went up the Skrang River in Sarawak Borneo. The people I met there, ten years ago, who hosted me and my crew in their longhouse, who fed us and looked after us, treated me with great kindness. When the Chiefs invited me back for their yearly harvest festival, GAWAI, I said I would come.

It took me a while, but in the end I did return.

I have to admit, I was wondering if all the bad shit running through my head the first time I went up that river was still lurking there — if I’d managed to entirely put it away. I was fulfilling a promise. And I was curious to see how things had changed.

The Iban people are wonderful hosts. It is true that once, not too long ago, they were headhunters — a proud tradition reflected in the faded tattoos on the fingers of the elders — and dusty bouquet of skulls that hung over my head in the longhouse the first time I was there.

The skulls are gone now. And there are more TV’s and cell phones… And when I arrived this time, friends and relatives from all over the world had returned for the festival. The forest has been somewhat denuded by timbering, but much is the same.

We went to great lengths to retrace our steps — so some of you might feel you’ve seen this show before. Which you have.

But things are different now.

The drinking was non-stop. The Iban karaoke, insane. And my idea to get a traditional, hand-tapped jungle tattoo on my sternum was probably ill advised.

But it’s one of the most beautiful places on earth-as remote and as different from where I grew up as anyplace could be. The people are lovely — and the food, as everywhere in Malaysia, incredible.

It was, in the end, the best kind of adventure.”

–Anthony Bourdain

[flan-tasma]

Hello, just wondering if you could possibly write dainsleif xgn! reader modern highschool au? basically the reader always wears a mask due to them having a noticeable scar on their lips? (slightly self projecting but riufhurihwiwkak) what if people were being pushy into getting you to take the mask off and dainsleif comes to save the day

reader is selectively mute and shy ish

💖~ FINALLY SOMETHING ABOUT DAIN. I love you so much, anon💘✨💖

I like to think that in the end Dain carries you to the infirmary.

Warning: Nope now💖, GN!Reader, I think this turned out to be a bit violent... | English is not my native language, so if I have made any mistakes in the translation, I am open to corrections | Content in spanish and english!

Spanish:

Fue un misterio la razón por la que usabas una mascarilla. En un inicio la respuesta para las mentes curiosas era un rumor acerca de tu salud delicada, y mientras se esparcía como la pólvora, las personas se acercaron con un deseo casi vulgar por saber la razón verdadera. Preguntaron con sonrisas, con rostros curiosos y de buena manera en un inicio, pero no recibieron más que el silencio y tu mirada baja.

Los rumores escalaron hasta que habías nacido sin capacidad de habla, y las buenas maneras en las que se acercaron los curiosos fue distinta. La curiosidad empezó a volverse morbo. Y mientras se oscurecían las razones para descubrir tus secretos, también lo hicieron las artimañas de tus compañeros de clase.

Los pedidos acompañados de dulces palabras pasaron a caras aburridas que solo esperaban un nuevo show, algo divertido que ver en ti. Te dijeron que sería más agradable ver tu cara completa al hablarte, y cuando no lo hiciste te dejaron. Dijeron que no eras cortés, que tú falta de educación era un insulto. Todo se vino abajo.

Te lanzaron cosas, acercaban sus manos rápidamente a tu cara para quitarte la máscara, pero solo era una burla. Tu rostro preocupado les divertía como si fuera el mejor show que hayan visto en sus vidas. Y esos imbéciles sin entretenimiento se quedaron.

“Ni siquiera sé por qué te molestas.” La voz femenina resonó en el salón, las clases habían terminado y te apresurabas a guardar tus cosas e irte, pero un brazo en tus hombros te detuvo. “Somos amigos, no vamos a burlarnos ni nada.” Sus promesas estaban vacías y tenían menos valor que un centavo, pero no podías hacer más que quedarte en tu lugar y bajar la cabeza.

“Tal vez está escondiendo una quemadura.” Otro chico habló, sonriendo como si incomodarte no fuera más que una broma inocente. No le importaba en lo más mínimo y su postura relajada te lo comunicaba. “Una quemadura tan fea que si la ves, vas a vomitar.”

“No digas eso, tienes que ser amable. ¿Verdad?” La voz sínica te hizo temblar cuando más se acercaba por tus hombros hasta tu cuello. “¿Puedes decirle que no sea un hijo de perra? Tal vez así te deje de molestar.”

“Solo dejaré de jugar si te quitas la máscara.” Con una perra que te sostenía por los hombros y el imbécil que se acercó para por fin callar a la voz que le gritaba en su cabeza, casi gritaste y te sacudiste. No querías que te vieran, no querías que vieran tu cicatriz. Tus ojos empezaron a llorar cuando el agarre de la chica te sostuvo con más fuerza hasta empujarte dolorosamente contra alguna silla, sentiste el pupitre pinchar tu costado y pataleaste contra el aire cuando viste a esos dos gritarte en la cara que te calmaras y no seas histérica, pisando tus pies para evitar tus golpes.

Las cosas pasaron en cámara lenta mientras tus uñas arañaban lo que lograban sostener de la piel de alguno de los dos. Estabas llorando y el calor de la máscara era aún mayor. Pero cuando sentiste que tus pulmones iban a explotar, de repente la libertad te golpeó junto al sonido de algo cayendo contra otras mesas. Una cabellera rubia estaba frente a ti, un chico alto que miraba a los dos renacuajos que chillaron y se quejaron por haber caído contra los pupitres.

Todo se sentía irreal mientras los gritos te asfixiaban, la voz del hombre se hizo camino para ser escuchada por todos, rugiendo con rabia, sacando a la fuerza a los dos estudiantes. El silencio reinó cuando él cerró la puerta del salón mientras te calmabas. Temblaste por el miedo y te dolía el cuerpo, querías chillar y volver a casa. Tu salvador notó tu nariz moqueando y se acercó lentamente, sentándose en una silla a dos mesas de distancia.

“¿Quieres ir a la enfermería?” Su voz era silenciosa, casi como un susurro, no queriendo alterarte o hacer que te duelan los oídos. Su mirada gentil estaba pintada de azul y buscaba alguna herida grave en tus manos o cuello. En cuidado con el que se mantuvo alejado, pero pendiente, presente y dispuesto a ayudarte mientras aún calmabas tu respiración y tus llantos, sin importarle cuando te cubrías la máscara con algo de temor aun aferrándose a tus huesos.

Entendió que querías silencio, entonces te lo dio, pero te cuidó hasta que ya era más tarde de lo habitual. No había ruido afuera del salón, ni siquiera los conserjes se escuchaban y parecía que incluso los autos de la carretera respetaban sus deseos.

En la escuela se escuchó un nuevo rumor, esta vez uno más cerca de la realidad. A Dainsleif, el misterioso muchacho de la clase D, estaba cuidando del estudiante de la clase B. Claramente nadie volvió a quejarse de tu mascarilla sin tener alguna discusión con él.

English:

It was a mystery why you were wearing a mask. Initially the answer to curious minds was a rumor about your failing health, and as it spread like wildfire, people came forward with an almost vulgar desire to know the real reason. They asked with smiles, with curious faces and in a good manner at first, but they only received silence and your lowered gaze.

The rumors escalated until you were born without the ability to speak, and the good manners in which the curious approached were different. Curiosity began to turn morbid. And as the reasons for discovering your secrets darkened, so did the tricks of your classmates.

The requests accompanied by sweet words passed to bored faces that were only waiting for a new show, something fun to see from you. They told you it would be nicer to see your full face when they talked to you, and when you didn't, they left you. They said you were not polite, that your lack of education was an insult. Everything fell apart.

They threw things at you, quickly bringing their hands to your face to take off your mask, but it was just a taunt. Your worried face amused them as if it were the best show they had ever seen in their lives. And those unentertained morons stayed.

“I don't even know why you bother.” The female voice echoed in the room, classes had ended, and you hurried to put your things away and leave, but an arm on your shoulders stopped you. “We're friends, we're not going to make fun of each other or anything.” His promises were empty and worth less than a penny, but you could do nothing but stay in your place and hang your head.

“Maybe they're hiding a burn.” Another boy spoke up, smiling as if making you uncomfortable was nothing more than an innocent joke. He didn't care in the slightest, and his relaxed posture communicated that to you. “A burn so bad that if you see it, you're going to throw up.”

“Don't say that, you have to be nice. True?" The sinic voice made you shiver the closer it got over your shoulders to your neck. “Can you tell him not to be a son of a bitch? Maybe then he will stop bothering you.”

“I will only stop playing if you take off your mask.” With a bitch holding you by the shoulders and the asshole reaching out to finally silence the voice screaming in his head, you almost screamed and shook. You didn't want them to see you, you didn't want them to see your scar. Your eyes began to cry when the girl's grip held you tighter until she pushed you painfully against a chair, you felt the desk pinch your side and you kicked against the air when you saw those two yelling in your face to calm down and not be hysterical, stepping on your feet to avoid your blows.

Things happened in slow motion while your nails scratched what they could hold of the skin of either of you. You were crying and the heat from the mask was even greater. But when you felt like your lungs were going to explode, freedom suddenly hit you, along with the sound of something falling against other tables. A blonde haired guy stood in front of you, a tall boy looking at the two tadpoles who screamed and complained about falling against the desks.

Everything felt unreal as the screams choked you, the man's voice made its way to be heard by everyone, roaring in rage, forcibly removing the two students. Silence reigned as he closed the living room door while you calmed down. You shook with fear and your body ached, you wanted to scream and go home. Your savior noticed your runny nose and slowly approached, sitting in a chair two tables away.

“Do you want to go to the infirmary?” His voice was quiet, almost like a whisper, not wanting to upset you or make your ears hurt. His gentle gaze was painted blue and he was searching for any serious wound on your hands or neck. In care with which he stayed away, but attentive, present and willing to help you while you still calmed your breathing and your cries, not caring when you covered your mask with some fear still clinging to your bones.

He understood that you wanted silence, so he gave it to you, but he took care of you until it was later than usual. There was no noise outside the room, not even the janitors could be heard, and it seemed that even the cars on the road respected his wishes.

A new rumor was heard at school, this time one closer to reality. Dainsleif, the mysterious boy from class D, was taking care of the student from class B. Clearly no one complained about your mask again without having some discussion with him.

[antifainternational]

Kita is an antifascist in Belarus who was among a dozen people whose homes were raided by police in March 2022. Kita’s trial took place in November 2022 and despite her attorneys making it obvious what a sham of a case the police & prosecutors had cobbled together, the judge still found her guilty and sentenced her to 31 months in prison. More details about Kita's story here.

You can write to Kita (in Belarussian or Russian only) here: Cherenkova Kristina Aleksandrovna SIZO-3, ul. Knizhnaya 1A, Gomel, BELARUS You can also write to Kita in English here (ABC Belarus will translate and forward your message).

You can contribute to support Kita’s legal defence and her family here: Paypal: a.charankova@gmail.com Bank Transfer: Bank Santander IBAN PL 70 1090 1098 0000 0001 3288 5405 (€) PL 64 1090 1098 0000 0001 3725 7206 (US$) PL 1090 1098 0000 0001 4761 8177 (PLN) SWIFT: WBKPPLPP Anastasiya Charankova

[x-heesy]

Forgotten Tribal Culture by Adam Koziol 🤎

Adam Koziol is a photographer based in Poznan, Poland. In 2013, during a trip to Borneo, while talking with one of the representatives of the Iban people (the People of the Dayak group in East Malaysia, Indonesia and Brunei), he realized that 3000 years of culture and traditions are doomed to disappear in the coming years. So he decides to start a documentary project to tell about these forgotten and doomed tribal cultures.

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Soundtrack: What A Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hola chicaa i have a request!

You’re a waitress in pedri’s parents restaurant so you know them for a while and pedri is slowly fallin in love with you🙈

Changed this up in the tiniest bit

This was rushedly ended and it's not revised, sorry if there's any mistake or misspelled word😭

El Bar Tasca -Pedri González

Summary: You're a worker in El Bar Tasca Fernando and managed to catch the attention of your bosses youngest son, Pedro.

"¡Y/N, hija!" Fernando, your six months boss said with a smile on as you waved at him through the screen of your phone.

"Señor Fernando" You smile "¿Cómo están? ¿Qué tal Barcelona?" (How are you? How's Barcelona?)

"Pues todo muy bien" He smiled "¿Qué tal ha dido el día de hoy?" (Everything's good. How was today?) You nod smiling.

"Pretty busy but nothing la señorita Candelaria and I couldn't handle" You show the old lady into the camera as she smiles and waves "We're actually closing up now"

"Hombre, pues eso está muy bien. Me alegra mucho" (Man, that's really good. I'm glad) He smiled.

"¿Qué tal el partido? He visto que ya han levantado el trofeo, Rosy me ha estado enviando fotos de ustedes sin parar" (How was the mathc? I saw they already lifted the throphy, Rosy has been sending me pics of you nonstop) You both laugh "Fer me ha enviado un video suyo como guardametas" (Even Fer sent me this video of yours as a goalkeeper)

"El muy pillo me ha agarrao' fuera de base" (The smart one has gotten me when I least expected it) You laughed.

You knew about his oldest son, Fernando and often when he came here, you talked to him and the two of you spent nice time, laughs and jokes thrown all over the place, you chatted when he's at his Barcelona house and keeping a nice friendship but you still haven't met his youngest son, Pedro. With him being the star of the family, he was always busy and couldn't travel back home the same amount of time his brother did.

And now, he had won LaLiga and Rosy and Fernando were desperate to go and be with him but they were hesitant to leave the restaurant since their manager left but you told them you could take care for a few days of the Bar and tried to relieve some of their pression out. Of course, they didn't wanted to at first, not liking to put more pression on your shoulders, they knew you had work and Uni work and combined were a lot but you brushed their comments and grabbed the Bar's keys softly from Rosy's hold.

"Go and see your boys" You said "The Bar will be on good hands"

And they knew it would be. Even with the relative short amount of time you have been working there, they had grown to love you like a daughter and you love them like your second parents and they knew you were such a responsable, smart and overall good girl. That's why after a long talk of how they were going to make it up for you and you trying to dismiss it, accepted and left.

That's how you came here on the facetime thing, they didn't wanted you to pressure yourself and often Rosy or Fernando checked up on you with a message or a call, this time Fernando was truly excited that he called to show you around the whole place since he knew you liked football.

"¡Y/N, cariño!" You heard Rosy before you could see her but once you did you smiled brightly at her

"Rosy, you're looking gorgeous! I'm glad you're having a good time over there!" You replied excited

"We are, Y/N/N" She smiles "Have you seen this? Is gorgeous!" You nod lightly

"Fernando was showing me around a bit, it does look very hermoso" Rosy was about to talk but you soon saw Fer coming in, you first saw a part of his hand, then his hair and his eyes to finally see his whole face in a smile

"¡Señorita!" (Young lady!) He said as you giggle

"¡Señorito!" (Young man!) You reply

"Estos viejitos me han dicho que te iban a matar sino tomabas el puesto para que ellos pudiesen venir" (These old people told me that they were going to kill you if you didn't say yes to take care of the bar so that they could come) He said as Rosy hits him in the back of his neck

"Ya, déjate de payasadas, Fernando González Lopez" Rosy says as you laugh lightly

"Sí, deja esos cuentos pa'otro tiempo, están celebrando el triunfo de tú hermano, debería dejarlos pa' que sigan con ello" You said (Yes, leave those jokes for later, you're celebrating your brother's triumph, I should leave you guys to it)

"Oh no" Fernando says frowning "We wanted to keep showing you around and maybe meeting Pedro? He's taking pictures somewhere but-" You cut them off shaking your head

"Don't worry about it. I have to help Candelaria to mop and close the shop" You smile "You come back here in two days, right?" Fernando nods as you nod back "See you in two days!"

"Maybe you see us as well soon, Y/N! We'll go there when Pedro gets his vacation time, we can meet up!" Fer said pushing his head into the screen once more as you laugh watching his nose and big eyes appear on half of the screen

"That we'll do, Nandito. Se me cuidan, por favor" (Take care of yourselves, please)

"Igualmente, hija" (Likewise, love) Rosy says as you smile but seconds before you cut the call you could heard another Canarian accent speak

"¡Pedro!"

You sighed happy, those two grown-ups were absolutely the best and you loved them deeply, it didn't hurted you a single bit trading some of sleep time to catch up, do inventary, count the money and clean the whole Bar for them, instead of being stuck into a book alone at home whilst you wait for your parents to come from their work.

So you stuck your phone in the back of your pocket and went behind where the dishes were to keep doing your work.

"¿Estamos bien, señora Candelaria?" (Are we good, miss Candelaria?)

"Que nada de señora, mijita" (None of miss, daughter) You smile "And yes, we are all good" You nod accepting her hand

"Bueno, let's go then"

...

Everything was chaos.

Fernando and Rosy had came back three days ago and today Fer and Pedro were coming, they both were excited and all over the place, making you do this and do that, then sent you to the other thing and then other. You tried as much as you could but you were getting tired of running all over the Bar.

"Calm down, Rosy" You said "Everything will be fine, they're just your sons, they know this place top to bottom and in it's best and worst conditions. This is their home and all they would want is to relax, so please, with all due respect I suggest you to stop overthinking and take it easy"

"And she's right" An unknown voice said as you turn around finally facing the last and youngest member of the González López family "Que papá me había dicho que estabas un poco fuera de lugar, estresada y demás" (Dad just told me you were a bit out of place, stressed and everything else)

"I was a bit stressed out, you haven't been here in a long time, I just wanted everything to be perfect"

"And it is, mamá" He smiled before looking at you "Pedro" He pushed his hand out as you took it and you both gave two kisses in your cheeks

"Y/N Y/L/N" His eyebrows shot up

"Finally I get to met the awesome Y/N" He said as you blush lightly

"Bueno que asombrosa, asombrosa no soy" (Well awesome, awesome I'm not) "...Pero igualmente es un placer" (But anyway, it's a placer)

"What do you mean not awesome?" He says shaking his head "Que me han dicho las mil y un cosas de tí" (People have told me the thousand and one things about you)

"Good ones, I hope so" He laughs

"All good. I even got told por ahí que haces tremendas croquetas, incluso puede que mejores que las de mi mamá, he venido a comprobar eso" You laughed (...got told somewhere that you make tremendous croquettes, maybe even better than my mother's, I have come to verify that)

"They really are" Rosy says smiling as you look at her

"Oh shush! You were the one who told me the recipe, they are basically yours!"

"She adds a little something, we don't know what it is but she made the recipe her own" You blush "Gotta go and see if Fernndo needs something from me" And with that she left you guys

"Are you up to do them, right now?" You smile nodding

"Sure" You smiled grabbing your hair in a low ponytail

"Can I help you?"

"Wash your hands, then"

You instantly got into it, you gotta admit you liked croquettes too, often giving Pedri some indications of cutting the dresses and both of you asking question about the other, getting to know yourselves, your voice talking with Pedro and laughing at his jokes was the only thing you could hear at the kitchen and the ocasional sound of an electrodomestic.

"Oh vaya! What do we have here?" Fer said coming up "Pedro cooking?" He made a face making you laugh and the youngest González gave him a look and throw him a carrot peel "How's it going?"

"He is better assistant than you, so..." You said as Fer, who's face falls as Pedro laughs "We're going great"

"I'm better than him, you're only saying that because I don't follow your instructions!"

"I'm the chef here so of course it annoys me when I say put the chicken in the grill and you say: 'But let's do it baked'" You imitate his voice making him laugh "No! No, no, no! I want the freaking chicken grilled, I prepared it for the grill and you just went ahead and putted it inside the oven"

Fer came up to you to hug you but you didn't hugged him back "That was the best chicken I have ever done and you messed it up, get off!" You both laughed

"At least I help you, you're choosing to stay with the one who burns a simple pan con queso"

"I'll be looking at this so it doesn't burn, let him alone!" Pedro was laughing at your interaction with his brother

"Gotta go and so do you, Pedro. Dad wants us to greet people"

Now, that statement made Pedro furrow his eyebrows.

He was having a good time with you, he wanted to stay with you, get to know the girl his parents and brother were basically head over heels for and guess what you had that drew them this bad at you.

He had already seen you in pics and heard your voice when you talked with Fer but never got to meet you properly and now, after two hours of meeting, he never wanted to leave the kitchen if that meant you were besides him.

Without knowing it, he was already realizing what it was that thing of yours that drew him to you and he was also finding himself wanting to be around you, see your pretty smile and hear your laugh.

You were la chica más bonita, he has ever seen.

He didn't wanted to leave. Not when you just got to know each other and were having a good time.

"Do I have to?" Pedro asked

"Yes"

"I don't want to, I wanna stay here and help Y/N" Silence took over the kitchen when you broke it

"These are almost done, I just gotta cut the salad and it'll be ready. It won't take more than a few minutes so, why don't you wait outside? You precisely won't eat here in the kitchen and you have your old neighbours wanting to see you" You gave a solution and after he thought of it, nodded as you smiled lightly clapping

"Venga, vamos. Personal autorizado en la cocina" (C'mon, authorized staff in this place)

"Somos hijos de los dueños" (we are children of the owners)

"No me importa, acaban de decir que se van así que personal autorizado, dije" (I don't care, you just said you were leaving, so only authorized staff, I said) They laughed as you ushered them out

"Is it just me or you have a crush on her?" Fer, asked in a low tone to his younger brother once they were away from the kitchen

"Hombre, I just met her"

"Are you telling me you don't find her attractive at least, the tiniest bit?"

"¡Fua!" Pedri shook his head with a smile on "¿Atractiva? Joder, hombre; es la niña más bonita que he visto en mi vida" (Attractive? Fuck, man; she's the prettiest girl I've ever seen in my life)

"Yeah, I knew you were gonna say that" Fer smiled "She indeed is pretty, but not only she has looks, she also has this intelligence that's out of this world and the humility that she possesses... She's awesome" Pedro smiled "She has this internship in la Universidad Europea" Pedro opened his eyes

"La de Santa Cruz de Tenerife?" Fer nodded "¡Joder!" (Fuck!)

"I repeat, she's awesome and perfect for you, hermanito"

"Ya, ya. I got the point" Both brothers laughed as they came across their dad along a few of their old neighbours "¡Señor Juan!" Pedri exclaimed meeting the old man and meanwhile he was glad to be back in his hometown and see his people, all he wanted to be was back in the kitchen with you.

...

"Hope you like it!" You placed several plates in front of them as they smiled, thanking you

"Y/N, ven a comer con nosotros!" (Come eat with us!) Fernando said as you slowly shook your head

"You're having a family lunch, sir" You said "Besides, gotta keep working"

"None of that, I'm your boss and we're all family here. Take a little break, young lady" You smiled

"Venga, Y/N" Rosy says "Que es más, el fin de semana vamos a la playa, estás más que invitada a venir" (Even better, we're going to the beach this weekend, you're more than invited to come with us)

"Yes, she will be coming" Pedro replied before you could "Tengo que seguir conociendo a la increíble Y/L/N" (I have to keep knowing more about the incredible Y/L/N)

"You guys will end up bored of me"

"Nunca" (Never) The four of them said as you smile blushing

...

"¡Hostias!" You all laughed at Fer who fell and incidentally, a wooden stake was embedded in his foot. He limped towards Rosy who pulled it out as he yelled a femenine "¡Ay!"

"Told you to be careful!" Rosy said as you kept on laughing

"Y/N, how you learned to cook?" Pedro said taking to his mouth another croquette that you made "They're delicious!" You smile

"I've always loved it since I was a little girl" You smiled "My older brother was sick and my mom was doing this soup and I love that annoying guy so much I didn't liked seeing him down" They laughed

"...so I wanted to help and I started stirring and chopping some things with her help, of course. I didn't played a single thing but she said that I did and once my brother ate it, he started feeling better and I guess-" you lift your shoulders "I liked the feeling of him being healthy and happy for something I "helped" doing, I started to help her more and more, they played it off like I used to do everything until I did learned"

"I started cooking for real, I keep on loving it and I guess I combined my mom's, my grandma's cooking and I added to the mix my own stuffs, like throwing a bit of what seemed it could go good with to whatever I was doing" they laughed "I fell for this world"

"That's nice" You smile at Pedro nodding

"And you do amazing" Fernando said as you blush

"And of course, I'm mixing Rosy's and Candelaria's techniques and recipes into the mix as well" You laugh

"Oye, debes de darme la receta de ese pescado que haces" (You need to give me the recipe of the fish dish you do) Fer says "Little man here has this diet-that he's currently breaking at the moment with the amount of croquettes he has consumed" You laugh and Pedro lifts his shoulders

"¡Están buenísimas, hombre!" (They're so good, man!)

"Stop doing that, you will not get any muscles from it!"

"Yes, please, stop. I don't want to be the culprit of that happening" You said slowly taking the plate out of his hold

"Hey, hey, hey!" Pedro chanted going forward and grabbing three croquettes more "I will lose these" He says as you laugh

"Anyways" Fer keeps talking "He has to eat almost everyday fish and I keep thinking of the tastes it had and everything but I can't do it, it doesn't come nicely as yours... I need to know it!" You smile nodding

"Text me later and I will send it to you" You said grabbing a croquette "Ingredients and preparation"

"Ok, I'll try doing it and I'll text you how it goes"

"Or we can met up and do it?" Pedro proposed

"That also sounds good, that way I can see if you're doing something wrong" You smiled at Fer

"I already have this week busy with a few friends"

"I can go" Pedro said

"You don't know how to cook"

"Pero puedo aprender" (But I can learn) Fer was about to talk but Pedro interrupted him "It's done!" He turned to look at you "When are you free?"

"Sunday after 2pm and Wednesday"

"I'll be there on Sunday"

"Where will you be at if we haven't said anything from a place?" You smirked

"Well, we can meet up here in the beach and then we'll go anywhere for you to teach me how to do that fish dish" You nod "And then, we can go out if you'd like" You raised your eyebrows

"Go out?"

"Yes, you and I, go out" You duck your lips thinking. You only have four days knowing this guy but he wasn't joking around, subtly flirting with you any chance he gets.

And you won't lie and say you didn't find him attractive at all because, he was; in fact, you were flirting back most of the times.

"But that sounds like a date"

"It can be if you want to" You blush and smile widely, his parents were here and listening to the whole thing.

This boy.

"Oye, que no sé si sea buena idea salir con el hijo de tus jefes" (Hey, I don't think it's a good idea going out with your bosses son)

"Oh, que no te preocupéis por nosotros dos" (Oh, don't you worry about us two) Fernando spoke "We'll be more than happy if you date our son"

"Que ya eres parte de la familia, Y/N" Rosy says smiling

"¿Ves?" (See?) Fer jokes as you all laugh

"¿Y?" (And?) Pedro asks with a smile on as you slowly nod

"Pues... al parecer tendremos una cita" (Well, it seems like we'll have a date) You smiled back at him

"Y aprovechamos el miércoles para la segunda también" (and we take advantage of Wednesday for the second one too) You smirked

"Pero, ¿Y a ti quién te dijo que tendremos una segunda cita?" (But, who told you we'll have a second date?) He smirked winking at you

"Bonita, perderás la cuenta de las tantas citas tendremos en el futuro. You'll see" (Pretty girl, you'll lose count of the many dates we'll have in the future)

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