#OH YEAH DISCLAIMER I DO NOT SPEAK OR UNDERSTAND SPANISH

[skulandcrossbones]

[icarusredwings]

I rewatched Deadpool 2 and took notes.

Disclaimer: He's mentally ill and does mentally ill things (GASP, who would have thought?). Also, violence. A lot of violence. It's really long. Like.. really really long.

The very first words he says is "fuck wolverine"

Then blows his own head off with a shit ton of gasoline. Wonder if he had insurance on that appartment.

He started taking worldwide cases

He also admits to knowing "8th grade spanish"

"Passion of the christ. Then me." Says the man whos marvel jesus now.

I wonder how much wade owes cab guy.

Cab guy killed bandu Lmao

"What is it?"

"My IUD"

"A bomb??" Tell me why he was lowkey excited for it to be a bomb?

I love how serious he gets talking about how scared he is to be a dad.

This empire joke traveled from the first movie too.

"Pretty sure it doesn't work that way but we can try" yes.

When making toaster strudles its almost as if he could sense them coming despite it being so silent. This kind of makes me think that Logans not the only one who just jumps up sometimes.

This man really just said "Fuck it" jumped out of a 2 story window, BOLTED after this guy as fast as he could, got hit by a car, rammed another car, and whole ass hugged this guy before jumping in front of a truck with him. I don't want to see anyone try to tell me he's one sandwitch drop away from jumping off a cliff.

Cinatography by Blind Al.

Directed by one of those guys that killed john wicks dog.

God I love Ryan Reynolds because you know it was him.

Wade stop peeing your pants in public.

Weasel "We still have bowie..." Yeah id lie to him too at this point.

"Yeah im fine"

Fucked up

Insecure

Needy and

Emotional. Kübler ross apprently.

"Buck no more speaking lines for you" and he meant that shit.

Al is so humble and sweet. Making tea and giggling. Tries to shoot him and then just hears him collapse on the floor. How many times do you think he collapses on the floor a week? Just to be drimatic?

"Sweetheart can you speak up? Its a little hard to hear you with yhat pity dick in your mouth" Oh so shes his mom. Al is his fucking mom. Hands down. And the best one.

I love how he decided to do an entire bag of cocaine before dying. There was no reason for it and honestly was a waste of cocaine until you realize that these cocaine is wades whiskey. Shots dont work for him really, probably because hes already done it so much, but its the same way how Logan chugs that bottle before wade kidnaps him. Its easier to blame it on a substance then accept those were your actions.

Ness is so cute. The poster behind her has "I love you wade wilson" scratched into it. Its nice to know that his version of heaven is literally just a cozy Saturday morning with his wife.

Colossus just walking in to find wades body parts everywhere and put him in a bag like old dirty clothes lol

"Why cant I fucking die" tone was SO serious.

The fact that theres an x men rule book and its lowkey thicker then a bible. I bet you scott and Logan made 80% of those.

"That asshole was me" oh the tears. Baby boyy.

Wait isnt cable literally scotts son.

Im never going to understand this fucking time line jesus christ

Mutant rehabilitation?? What is he a drug addict? That kid is clearly in pain dipshits.

"X men trainee" is so funny

"Please stop cheating on me"

Daniel the pedophile looking ass

Bro casually signs ryan reynolds on the wolverine cereal box and then destroys his knee caps.

"Those guys hurt you??" It was at that moment, wade went ape shit.

Wade having fun in prison is so him. But come on imagine going to prison just for standing up to an abused child. Not to mention, His face when he immediately realizes how fucked he is and that "oh shit I actually DO have cancer now and it SUCKS"

Is it just me or does Cable reminds you of forge with all his cool fix it abilities. Or is he just futurey.

He didn't say were not friends to make him upset but to draw attention to himself. Him just eye rolling when stabbed in the hand was so funny too because he was like "Ouch. God damn it. Ducking OUCH."

Hes literally pleading with russel to find someone else to peotect him or hes gonna get molested because he cant do anything. His entire power is replacing dead cells WITH new cancer cells. His entire body is dying 24/7 but never fast enough to actually kill him, always regrowing way too quickly. Cancerous is better then dead.

"Get away from me kid" yeah cause he knows hes trouble and he REALLY doesn't wanna watch this kid die.

"Who the hell tries to kill a 14 year old boy"

"Kids give us a chance to be better then we used to be"

Dopinder is so wholesome. I love him so much. No i dont care that he killed a guy. Hes the type of friend you call to take to the movies or the zoo once every year and hes stoked just to be invited.

Peter: I just thought it looked fun :D

Dopinder: FUCK

Peter is that one dad whos kids left the nest and now he needs friends and a hobby so searches for the biggest weirdos he can find.

"Grab the boy- NOT INAPPROPRIATELY >:("

i love his crayon maps/plans

Oh my god weasel im not telling you anything ever again you snitch (same dude, cable is terrifying)

After crying over the love he has for his new team (x force) Wade confirms that he spent 10 years in special forces.

I love how supportive wade is with Peter despite him just being a normal dude only for him to immediately die LMAO

He just cassually lets his impulse win in which he steals a moped.

Oh i just noticed Dominos vitiligo. I always loved vitiligo charaters. Theyre so unique and barley ever given movie roles. Like why not?? Why wouldnt you want someone so beautiful? Im pretty sure she just has make up but it would be cool if not.

Something else is that cable just starts yeeting criminals out onto the street lol

"Theres nothing I cant kill" Let me intorduce you to the man whos on a constant road to dying but can never actually get there.

Im assuming cable wants to kill russel because he unleashes a big bad guy or something.

*cassually snaps neck back into place* Oh god that hurt!

Oh I was right! It was Juggernaut :)

Wade: *gets excited about being PHYSICALLY ripped in half*

"Rub my legs mama 🥺 I got growing pains"

"Oh noo! No no no Dp not again!" We love you Dopinder. Do not ever stop caring. "This shits happened before!?" Yes weasel. Sometimes your friends get ripped in half. Get used to it.

Wade just moves her gun to the right position.

Wade talking about saving russel is so serious that it makes you forget that he has a tiny baby ass rn. I couldn't make a deal with someone woth tiny baby legs... just... no. Not to mention that those baby legs are made of cancer.

"50 years from now you're super fucking dead"

Wade standing outside of the xmen mansion with his phone and a picture of a boom box playing music for Colossus to come outside and help him save russel is something i can see happening to Logan. They have a fight and he storms off to the mansion only for wade to stand outside like that.

"Hi Wade🎀✨️" "Hi Yukio!🥹 you guys make a super cute couple 😊 where was I? 🤨"

"So you wear a helmet so your brother cant read your mind?" "Yeaaahh" average kid conversations.

"Lets fuck some shit up is my legal middle name"

Okay sir edgelord.

Apprently wade has a gluten sensitivity

What is it with wade and metal men??? My man has a type.

"Im just gonna use this brick and maximum effort" Same wade. Same.

Yaayy!! Go yukio! Eveyone loves yukio.

"Thats how we do it in mother russia" What? Shoving an electrical cable up their ass and then put them in a pool? Damn. Ok.

That "I never should have never left you in that prison" with the hug? Man hed be a decent dad I think.

"Dont be ive been trying to make this happen for awhile" okay someone supervise him 24/7. Hes on the active watch list.

Wade: *is dying* Hi Yukio :D

Yukio: Hi wade :)

"R-dog" Oh my god hes too cute.

Them carrying the racist joke all the way til the end made me cringe but that was the point.

His last words being "do you wanna build a snow man?" Is such a deadpool thing.

I was NOT expecting to cry at the end of this stupid ass movie, AGAIN

"Dont fuck colossus" VANESSA KNEW

THE FUCKING COIN

"Is there a knife in my dick?" "There's a knife in your dick."

Oh I just didn't even notice she has heterochromancia! <3 Aahh!!

PFFT DOPINDERS SECOND CONFIRMED KILL

"WERE DEFINITELY NAMINF OUR KID CHER"

"Dont scratch!" *shoots himself 8 times* "Love you! Bye."

Wolverine: ???

[nebelihood]

BOOK REVIEW: LIKE WATER FOR CHOCOLATE

Disclaimers:

SPOILERS/ I haven't finished the book (But I watched the movie so I already know how it's gonna end hehe)

This is not a book review (HAHAHA OK I JUST REALLY REALLY WANNA VENT SOME STUFF ABOUT IT AND WRITTING "BOOK REVIEW" SEEMS PRETTY AND IT MAKES ME FEEL COOL)

This will be poorly written (I write how I speak and I speak very wrongly so-)

I read the book in spanish so I hope things aren't too different in other languages

LET'S START.

QUICK SUPER FAST SUMMARY WITH NO SPOILERS:

It's a very good book (bruh HAHA). OK BUT IT IS A VERY GOOD BOOK. It's super short. It plays with time so as it's explaining something to you, it involves the past, the present and the future AND I LOVE THAT. Cause sometimes I don't know where I am and what things have happened already and what hasn't. It uses a lot of uhmm... how is it called? imaginary resources? It uses a lot of magical realism AND I LIVE FOR THAT. THERE ARE SO MANY SCENES I WANNA ANIMATE JUST BECAUSE THEY FEEL SO POETIC AND INCREDIBLE TO PICTURE. Not that I understand them, but it's just so magical to read them.

Honestly, some stupid theories I thought while reading was Tita had super powers or something, or she's crazy and everything described is all in her mind. But I would very much prefer to believe, all those things are real in that universe.

Anyways, good book. Short, it has a lot of cooking recipes (It's unknown to me if people would be able to copy them by just buying this book but who knows, maybe) a lot of magical realism and incredible pictures. I HAVE TO MENTION- that this book wouldn't exactly be for kids as it references adult relationships and many of the imaginary resources come from private body parts or mildy... LIKE NOT DISGUSTING THINGS, just not... average things? Idk- If I had to describe it in a way. It's a kind of book that is like when you see someone naked and it's not supposed to be sexual or awkward. It's like you are drawing a model and take it as art.

MY BONE TO PICK WITH CHARACTERS (SPOILERS)

I hate Pedro WTF PEDRO I HATE YOU SMM WHY ARE YOU EVEN AN OPTION???? AERGHH I'M SO MAD- I'M GONNA MAKE A PRO AND CON LIST.

Pedro:

Pros

-He dated Tita and they were supposed to be these super in love kids and teens and adults. (DUDE I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO SEE THAT. I DON'T SEE IT, WHEN? WHERE? I ONLY WITNESSED WHEN HE DECLARED HIS LOVE, AND ONE OR TWO MENTIONS OF THEM DATING OR DOING SOMETHING TOGETHER?? AND THEN?? NOTHING? LIKE HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIKE HIM AT ALL? I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HIM??? I DON'T CARE ABOUT HIM- of focus, focus)

-He loves Tita I guess (He does,I guess,,, after all these years, it's true- he never forgot about her, I'll give him that)

-He's nice with Tita? (I mean what else is he supposed to do if he likes her? I can't think of anything else tbh. Let's go to the cons.)

-He's Tita's same age (Oh right)

CONS

-HE MARRIED TITA'S SISTER TO BE CLOSER TO TITA (WOW WAAAAAW WOW *SARCASTIC CLAPS* REEEEAAAAAL GENIUS MOVE, DUDE. YOU TOTALLY NAILED IT. OK- for the sake of continuing. Maybe, yeah- let's say he didn't have any other option! Let's say that if he didn't marry Rosaura, he'd have never seen Tita again. Let's continue)

(it's still pretty stupid, ugh)

-He has no personality (I honestly don't know anything about him. I just know he likes Tita. All the scenes where he has dialogue, I feel nothing from him. It's like a wall that does what the scene asks him to do. Idk maybe I was bias from the beginning because of the movie- AND I LOVED HIM AT THE BEGINNING OF THE MOVIE)

-He does nothing. He only does what he's told. (I understand Mamá Elena was super terrifying. But like, he didn't even try to fight. He just accepted to exist there, married with someone he didn't like and SABROSEANDOSE a Tita all the time.)

-Then he was just h*rny all the time for Tita. (idk- what about chatting? you know? maybe this isn't just that type of book)

-He was too jealouse and possesive despite HIM BEING ALREADY MARRIED TO TITA'S SISTER??? HAVING HAD 2 KIDS?? (Tita queen, she told him exactly that. LIKE HE DOESN'T MIND GOING OUT OF HIS WAY TO MAKE TITA FEEL BAD, OR GETTING UPSET AT HER FOR FINALLY HAVING A CHANCE TO BE HAPPY WITH SOMEONE ELSE.)

-He's dumb and impulsive

-When he's jealous of a man, he wants to break people's faces off.

John

Cons

-He's way bigger than her. IDk the number but he saw her when she was a child. He was married before and had a child.

hmmm can't think of anymore? maybe??

-He has a kid?? But Tita likes kids I think, so?

Pros

-He's understanding and kind.

-He took care of Tita when no one did.

-He took her in untils she was completely fine. Even if she was kind of mean to him or wouldn't talk to him at all. He let her be as she pleased.

-He comforted her when her mom was JUST HORRIBLE with her.

-He proposed or signaled his interest on her in front of her mother despite mamá Elena's protests.

-HE APPRECIATES HER A LOT AND HE'S PROUD OF HER.

-He FORGAVE HER INFIDELITY AND WASN'T EVEN MAD ABOUT IT. HE STILL WANTED TO MARRY HER AND IF SHE DIDN'T. HE STILL SAID HE'D BE VERY HAPPY FOR HER.

-OK AND MATERIAL THINGS AREN'T EVERYTHING BUT HE'S A DOCTOR AND OWNS A PRETTY COOL HOUSE, SO-

Hmmm those things are the ones I can think of rn. When I finish the book I'll see If I add more

[camillathe6th]

Snippet. No Punch Pulled.

DISCLAIMER: Everything belongs to Malin Rydén and Fallen Hero. This one’s on the Retribution time-line (which you can wishlist on Steam etc etc). CONTEXT: Apparently I’m posting twice in three days, what the fuck. The Daniel POV faucet Hath Been Open. WHAT TO EXPECT: Daniel and Ortega discuss less than civilly about a roof-punch (Retribution’s open alpha spoilers ahead). 

2020.

Under the ice pack, my eye still smarts, all the way down to the jaw. Of course it’s not that big of a deal, and I guess I deserved it a little; at least if you count unbridled violence as a communication style.

I don’t, for the record. But I understand how one can get there. I should have known; she’s always trembling with it.

I grasp too late how bad a refuge the break room is. As the pain just starts to wane, the door opens. Ortega throws me a glance and snorts. He takes the time to grab a beer in the fridge before he snarks:

“Rough morning?”

Under his laughing gaze, my pride smarts worse than my face.

“Just a little,” I mumble.

Shit. I would rather not tell him, but she’s going to, isn’t she? These two don’t share anything but the secrets of others. There will be no mercy for me, not from her, I’m sure of that. That means hiding it now will only come back to haunt me later.

“How’s the other guy?” Ortega adds on the tail of a generous gulp of beer.

“Unscathed. Una is the one who decked me.”

The next gulp goes down the wrong pipe.

“What?” he sputters.

“It’s m…”

“What the hell did you do to her?”

Oh, that’s rich. I bristle, cut to the quick. Of course he’s jumping to conclusions. Maybe he’s not wrong, but come on! He could have hesitated for one more second. It’s not like she’s a paragon of self-control.

“What?” I retort, “why would it be my fault?”

“Isn’t it?”

“I just wanted…”

“What did you do, Daniel?”

“Will you let me speak?”

“Will you stop justifying yourself and get to the point?”

I put the ice-pack down and breathe. I hope against hope that I’m not pink and blue and red and flushed. I feel cotton-headed and chest-boiling. I hate, I hate when he talks to me like I’m a disobedient little kid. When will he get it? I’m his ally, not his burden.

“I wanted to talk about Heartbreak, since nobody here will tell me anything. I flew her to a roof so we would be out of earshot from anyone…”

Oh. The silence that follows is much worse than his impatience.

The silence breathes with ozone.

When I look up, I’m greeted by a glare so dark I hold my breath. I stay seated, but my feet leave the floor, discreetly—anticipating the blow this time.

“Let me get this straight,” he says at last, voice very soft, soft enough to grate. “You flew a Heartbreak victim to a Los Diablos rooftop in the hopes that she would tell you, a perfect stranger, about the traumatic experience that lead to her almost-death?”

“I…”

“You do know she threw herself out a window and crashed on the ground several stories below, right?”

I wince. The image hurts me in the teeth. He looks like he relishes it: a savage scratching of a purulent scab, dirty nails deep.

“Ortega, I… She wasn’t…”

“She wasn’t WHAT?”

The scream comes from nowhere and hits like glass shattering. I haven’t seen him like that in a—a while. I wish I could disappear into thin air. This is worse, this is much worse than a punch. In front of me, Ortega has turned on his heels and paces up and down the room, tensed from nape to fists. My vague grasp of Spanish unlocks only fragments of his hissing:

“Can’t believe this… for months… and now this little shit… ruin everything?!”

Fine. I get the gist.

“She’s fine!” I plead. “She’s completely fine. She’s not going to vanish out of nowhere.”

“Shut up,” he snaps back to me. “Just because you collect Sidestep comics doesn’t mean you know her. If she does vanish, it will be your fault and your fault only.”

I clench my jaw. Yeah, I’m sure it won’t be about the obsessive nosing around he’s doing on his own free time. Pot, meet kettle.

“She won’t vanish,” I repeat. “She wouldn’t have agreed to train me otherwise. We’re meeting up again next week.”

That flies better than my apologies. He stops in his tracks, face tilted.

“Training? Training for what?” he looks at me vulture-eyed.

“For fighting, of course.”

“Una agreed to train you? She’s retired.”

“So? She was still the best fighter on the team, back in the day.”

“Second best. And it was seven years ago.”

I arch an eyebrow. What is he getting at? He’s stopped moving now, and his stillness makes me itch. This is no casual conversation.

“She still landed a punch on me today. Like riding a bike, I guess.”

“Only if you keep at it.”

“Fine,” I groan. “I’ll work more consistently.”

He dismisses me with a wave of his hand. Not his point. Silly me—why would I ever be his point?

“What did she say about training? No—how did she hit you? How was her stance? How was yours? Was there any force behind the blow? Describe the scene to me.”

Oh, he wouldn’t dare, would he? Of course he would. Of course. This time I don’t avoid his gaze.

“Are you shitting me right now?”

“What?” he barks, hackles raised.

“You’re trying to sniff out intel on her five seconds after ripping into me because I did the same? Get lost, Ortega!”

“Oh, get off your high horse! It’s not the same!”

“You’re right,” I throw back. “At least I asked her to her face.”

This one lands wrong, I see it on his moving face; but insults are less important than the bone he’s trying to gnaw at. He doesn’t let up:

“Tell me.”

“No.”

“If you think you’re helping her, you’re not. She needs me. What she doesn’t need is a little shit-stirrer clinging to her skirts.”

Getting better and better. Shit-stirring advice from the shit-stirrer in chief. Did he forget he can’t catch flies with vinegar?

“I’m not going to be your spy, Ortega,” I seethe. “Maybe try having a conversation next time.”

“Why, thank you for the suggestion,” he coos, poison-honeyed. “What do you recommend, kidnapping?”

It takes a lot not to clench my fists.

“Don’t be jealous,” I snap back. “I know you wouldn’t hesitate if you could fly yourself.”

I didn’t notice the space closing, not until he smacks his hands on the table between us and looms above me. I’m still seating, and I curse myself for not standing, earlier. Rookie mistake. There’s nothing I can do now but feel like a scolded brat, facing a resentment so cold I could shiver.

“You need to stop running your mouth about things you don’t understand.”

“You could make me understand,” I say, trying to summon my defusing voice, and failing. I’m still seeping anger, and his face is a locked box.

“You can’t. Back off. Just stay in your lane and don’t bother her again.”

“I’m not—”

He turns away. He’s done with me now. The dismissal is as disrespectful as his anger.

“Enjoy training, Daniel,” he throws over his shoulder, one last dart to ensure his victory. “You need it.”

Behind him, the door closes like a fist.

[humanwheatleyslefttoenail]

why do you ship chell and glados if glados is basically her mom

Okay this is actually a pretty common misconception in the fandom that unfortunately a lot of people have taken as canon, but I’m feeling nice so I’ll answer your question.

Basically, anon is referencing a theory from around 2012 that Caroline is Chell’s mom. The evidence for the theory is as follows:

- The turret opera calls Chell “bambina”, which means “little girl” in Italian

- Chell’s name can be found on a Bring Your Daughter To Work Day science project

- GLaDOS references the possibility of Chell being adopted multiple times

- GLaDOS is significantly nicer to Chell after discovering she’s Caroline 

And, anon, you’re right, it does sound like a pretty good argument at first glance. The problem is that a lot of these points don’t actually hold up to scrutiny.

For example, although “bambina” literally translates to “little girl,” it’s often used in the same way “baby girl” is used in English - it can mean child, but contextually it’s usually a flirtatious term. (Source: Cambridge Dictionary)

For Chell’s science project, it doesn’t work as evidence for the theory because GLaDOS killed the scientists around 1998-ish, when Caroline had presumably been uploaded several years earlier and Cave was already dead. Also, Chell’s in her 20′s, and since we know from Lab Rat/Portal 2 that people don’t age in stasis, and that Doug put Chell at the top of the test subject list only weeks after the takeover, Chell was 28 at the time of the takeover. The science project is really only an Easter egg and doesn’t actually fit into the canon timeline let alone prove anything about Caroline and Cave. 

GLaDOS talking about Chell being adopted is a pretty strong point, I’ll admit, but also it’s important to remember that maybe half of what GLaDOS says is true. And even if we take what she says at face value, she also says there’s a man and a woman in stasis with Chell’s last name, which could not have been Cave and Caroline because they were already dead at that point. And the official book Final Hours Of Portal 2 confirms Cave and Caroline were not married and could not have shared the same name anyway. It was also the 50′s, an an unmarried couple of two likely famous people having a child would’ve been scandalous, and yet we see no hint of something like this affecting their company. 

Also, although GLaDOS is nicer to Chell after the Caroline reveal, that’s not necessarily indicative of a mother-daughter relationship, and neither is any of their interactions. It’s just. GLaDOS being friendlier. 

Finally, when this theory was made (and let’s be honest - it still is happening) Chell was constantly whitewashed to hell and back. 

Chell is Japanese-Brazilian, and Cave and Caroline are white, so it would be a near impossibility for her to be their biological child (and insisting otherwise is kinda. just. whitewashing). And although people will cry “adoption!”, based on what I’ve previously proven, that’s pretty much impossible. This theory that somehow she’s Cave and Caroline’s daughter erases an important part of her identity. [Disclaimer, I am white, but this is what I’ve heard from around the fandom]

With all that said, the idea that she’s the daughter of Cave and Caroline really doesn’t hold weight when you really analyze the canon. It’s surface level analysis that doesn’t hold up. And honestly? The idea kinda cheapens the story. It’s much more powerful that GLaDOS learns to care about Chell and becomes kinder than just. Oh, she remembered she’s related to Chell. 

But to actually answer your ask. 

Why do I ship them?

Well, they aren’t mother and daughter, I think that’s pretty obvious now. But if you actually look at a lot of subtext in Portal 2, without the lens of the mother theory, it’s actually pretty romantic! 

I know that sounds ridiculous, but bear with me!

Now - it’s totally okay if you don’t ship them. I get it. Their interactions in Portal 1 and the first half of Portal 2 are toxic if not outright well. Y’know. Murderous. I completely understand why that turns people off from shipping them, and ultimately, shipping is a personal thing. To each his own. 

But before you judge me, let me present my case.

Exhibit A: Portal 

Portal is kinda gay. No, really. Chell and GLaDOS are enemies in this game, but the entire focus is on their relationship (good or not) and the power struggle between them. They are opposites, two sides of the same coin, different representations of opposite ideologies. People have analyzed Portal as a relationship metaphor, or as a metaphor about women’s role in society - either way, the heart of Portal is the complicated dynamic between Chell and GLaDOS. 

That’s not necessarily enough to code a romance, but a lot of popular (and especially popular queer ones) ships begin with opposite ideologies, symbolic powers colliding. Portal cements their relationship as a toxic one, something on the verge of falling apart and hurting both parties in the end. The ending image, of Chell and GLaDOS side by side after the battle, reinforces the symbolic parallels between the two. 

The companion cube is also pretty symbolically important to this interpretation. It’s literally a representation of someone’s heart, and you are told to protect it and preserve it under GLaDOS’ orders, and then you have to destroy it regardless of how you actually feel about doing that. You are destroying GLaDOS’ heart, so to speak. 

There’s also the ending song, Still Alive. The lyrics speak for themselves.

They hint that GLaDOS’ feelings about Chell are more complicated than they may appear (if she’s not being sarcastic...) and she literally talks about Chell breaking her heart (also, think back to the companion cube. Yeah.). The entire song is structurally similar to many a breakup number, with the laments of “I’m glad it happened, but also leave.” 

At the end, we also see that the long promised cake GLaDOS was supposedly lying about was real the whole time. Before Portal 2 came out, it was mostly interpreted as a stinger ending (along with the nicer lyrics of Still Alive) to make you question GLaDOS’ true motives and intentions.

She actually did have a real cake waiting for you. (Side note - not really evidence, but in Argentina, “torta” means cake in Spanish. It’s also a slang term for lesbians. So. Do with that what you will). The cake is what GLaDOS offers you to lull you into the sense that she cares about you, so discovering that “the cake is a lie” wakes you up to the realization that she doesn’t. Except then the idea is subverted one last time, at the very end, showing that the cake is real and at least some of what she said she meant. 

You also see the companion cube. You know, GLaDOS’ symbolic heart?

Now, okay, you might be thinking I’m extrapolating a bit too much. And you might be right. But Portal is not the only game in the series, and if you’re asking me about Cave and Caroline you obviously know about Portal 2.

Exhibit B: Portal 2

If you thought Portal was gay, Portal 2 turns that up to 11.

Even before GLaDOS wakes up, you’re treated to some visual subtext. A few of Rattmann’s drawings representing the events of Portal 2 focus a lot on the relationship between GLaDOS and Chell, with more of the cake symbolism.

In this, you can see a face layered on top of GLaDOS. This could be foreshadowing about Caroline, and likely is, but also resembles his other drawing of Chell. It insists that Chell is a part of GLaDOS, or reinforces parallels between Chell and Caroline, hinting at something either way. 

In this picture, we also see Chell standing on top of GLaDOS, in the same position where the overlay of the feminine face was, again referencing the parallel. It also presents them as opposites, fundamental parts of the same thing and both connected to the same basis, but on opposing sides. 

When GLaDOS wakes up, she returns to her antagonistic role, but there are more hints to something deeper just like in Portal. 

Here, in her awakening lines, she references Chell not unlike an estranged ex. Also worth noting that GLaDOS is pretty much the personification of testing (in a sense, she is testing since she can control all of Aperture like an extension of her body), and insinuates that Chell loves to test. And that she reciprocates that feeling.

In test chamber 10, she says this:

It’s supposed to be threatening, but it does read as almost... sentimental. 

There’s also another chamber with companion cubes in Portal 2. I already talked about their symbolism in Portal, and the same pretty much applies to them here. However, GLaDOS says something interesting about them during this level:

Once again, meant to be intimidating, ends up coming off as “well, GLaDOS, why were you going to give Chell a heart shaped representation of yourself that says ‘I love you?’” And you might think I’m stretching the GLaDOS’ heart metaphor thing a little far here, and I might agree, if the companion cubes didn’t literally sing Cara Mia for you. 

Cara Mia is the turret opera from the end of the game, which is all about how much GLaDOS cares about Chell. More on that later. But the companion cubes play a song called Love as A Construct, and when you get close to them, they sing a specific part of the song that has the tune of Cara Mia. These things literally exist to sing about GLaDOS’ feelings. 

Which makes this line a lot more. For lack of a better term. Tsundere-ish.

Then, right before the escape, she starts talking about the confetti from her fake surprise. 

I really don’t have to explain this one. What else does GLaDOS consider an inconvenience but might miss anyway? Or, more aptly, who else?

Then, during the escape, she teases a (fake) final test chamber in front of you, and forms the panels in the shape of a heart. No, really. 

Up to this point, a lot of the points I’ve presented are interspersed with a fair amount of antagonization on GLaDOS’ behalf, more Foe Yay than anything actually hinting at something deeper than GLaDOS being conflicted about whether she loves or hates Chell. But things really ramp up after Wheatley’s betrayal, when the two of them are forced to team up. (I should also note here that “enemies to lovers” is a pretty classic queer romance trope.)

Here, GLaDOS is put on an equal level with Chell and they have to rely on each other if they want to survive. For the rest of the singleplayer campaign, GLaDOS becomes a lot nicer and even friendly to Chell. There comes a point where she starts referring to Chell as a teammate, calling them “we.” She begins to consider them one unit, two opposites unified. Here’s what she says after the lemon rant:

You can not only see her using we, but actively talking about how her and Chell are going to fight Wheatley together. There’s also that last line - “let’s explode with some dignity.” GLaDOS has fully accepted the very likely possibility that she and Chell might die together. That she might die on the same level, and the same team as Chell. And she seems... surprisingly okay with that, as long as she and Chell go together. 

It’s during the Old Aperture levels that Chell and GLaDOS also discover that they have a lot in common. This is the part of the game where GLaDOS figures out she’s Caroline, that she’s human. Or, that she’s like Chell. And Chell discovers (from what we can tell anyway) that Caroline is kind, that she’s funny and smart and so many of these things she never noticed about GLaDOS before. Now also with the knowledge she is fighting alongside another human being. 

You can also draw parallels between Chell and Caroline, both intelligent women ultimately betrayed by their seemingly innocuous male friends before being trapped in Aperture and forced to team up with one another in a way that will free both of them. We see that really, GLaDOS isn’t that different from Chell - she too has been imprisoned in this place against her will, but in a completely different way. Once again, the idea of two sides of the same coin applies here. 

I’ve written another meta about this before, but I also think the whole idea of repressing a part of your identity and hating it, before bonding with another woman and then realizing that it’s okay to be like her and to be on her side. It’s okay to be yourself and meeting her is what helps you discover this new part of yourself. Is kinda inherently gay. GLaDOS’ discovery of her own humanity just fits so well into a queer realization narrative, to me at least.

Then, Chell and GLaDOS escape Old Aperture and have to get through Wheatley’s tests. 

Here, GLaDOS isn’t just begrudgingly on Chell’s team. She’s actively helpful. She wants to help Chell solve tests, defends her from Wheatley’s insults, and makes jokes to lighten the mood. Things that can really only be explained by her caring about Chell, especially the part about the insults. See below.

After the two escape Wheatley’s testing track, right before the boss fight GLaDOS has a few other things to say.

GLaDOS is not going to betray Chell, because of some kind of conscience. But she could easily ignore that back in her body, and yet? Here she’s deciding not to, and for no good reason. She didn’t have to say that to Chell, but she did, because she cares and she wants Chell to live.

And then, moments before the fight:

The final lines imply that GLaDOS does not think of Chell as an enemy anymore, and that it doesn’t matter what Chell thinks because they are in this together and they are getting revenge together. It’s pretty heartwarming to be honest, to know that even in a fight that will almost certainly kill you, she is there rooting for you and caring about you, even if you don’t feel the same way about her. It no longer matters to GLaDOS whether you even reciprocate - you staying alive, you making it through is enough for her.

So Chell fights Wheatley and sends him into space, all well and good, and at this point, GLaDOS has the option to kill Chell. But not only does she not, she actively saves Chell, and holds her hand in the process. If you don’t believe me:

And not only that, but when Chell goes unconscious from her injuries, GLaDOS sits and waits for her to wake up. It’s also implied that GLaDOS carries her to the elevator, since it’s where she wakes up but not where she passed out. In the scene where Chell blacks out, you can also hear the part of Love As A Construct that sounds like Cara Mia. Yeah. Yeah.

If you think that this cannot possibly get any gayer, you are wrong again, because then GLaDOS makes her final speech. Which is really just a love confession, let’s be honest.

The “surge of emotion?” Do you mean love, GLaDOS? And the idea of GLaDOS considering Chell her best friend, despite everything these two have done to each other? The idea that GLaDOS, out of all people, forgives someone?

Except this isn’t even Chell’s final send-off. GLaDOS writes her an entire opera of turrets, that sing a literal love song. (Note what I said earlier about the use of the word “bambina”).

It really can’t get any more obvious than that. “My (affectionate romantic term here), my dear, I adore you.” How. Is. That. Heterosexual. In. Any. Way.

So Chell goes to the surface, set free by GLaDOS (think of the saying “if you love something, set it free), and you think that’s the end. Until GLaDOS gives you a companion cube so you aren’t alone on the journey, and from the burn marks, you know it’s your first companion cube. Her original heart, her first gift to you, a piece of her that she wants you to carry with you to remind you that she does care about you after everything. It also gives the lyrics to Still Alive a much more genuine meaning. 

Portal 2 ends, and then the ending song, another GLaDOS number plays. Just like Still Alive, Want You Gone is structurally a break up song and very obviously about GLaDOS missing Chell and “counting on” (read: caring about/loving) Chell’s tendencies and quirks. 

She’s accepted Chell completely, and yet also given Chell the one thing she wants most. Only wanting Chell gone can mean GLaDOS not wanting Chell in her life anymore, but can also mean she wants to give Chell the freedom she’s wanted for so, so long. It’s the best thing she can give.

In the co-op campaign, GLaDOS also references still caring about Chell.

And that’s the end of the Portal series. Except. Brace yourself. Despite the games being over, there is STILL more subtext somehow. It gets. Even gayer.

Exhibit C: Supplemental Evidence

Valve has made a lot of extra/cut content for the Portal series, and I’ll be looking at some of it below.

This official valentine from Valve shows GLaDOS offering a romantic partner cake, which as we’ve established before, is very symbolic of GLaDOS’ feelings about and/or relationship with Chell. 

There’s a lot of other concept art and official art that emphasizes their relationship too. See below.

There’s also some cut GLaDOS lines that are even gayer than the source material and again, sound like confessions or references to a breakup:

The idea of “discovering things about someone”... how much more obvious can it get?

The developers have even confirmed a lot of my commentary on Chell and GLaDOS’ relationship in The Final Hours Of Portal 2. See these quotes from the book/this post:

The devs literally describe it as a romance. They use terms like “cheating,” they wanted to write a romantic duet, JoCo purposefully wrote the endings like love songs. It is literally, blatantly said by the creators of the game that their relationship is interpreted romantically. By the creators of the game. 

And if Word of God confirmation isn’t enough for you, have a song written for a cut alternate ending by GLaDOS’ voice actress, Ellen McClain. The song is literally nothing but GLaDOS talking about caring about Chell, about not wanting her to die/leave GLaDOS alone, about wanting to bake a cake with Chell, about waiting for Chell to wake her up. It’s so genuinely sweet and sad, and really, really romantic in the most heartwrenching way possible. 

JoCo also came back for the Portal levels in Lego Dimensions, writing one final breakup song for GLaDOS to sing about Chell. It comes off as GLaDOS not wanting to admit she misses Chell even though she obviously does, trying to replace their relationship but failing, and even explicitly forgiving Chell/wanting her to come back.

Also, the “finally I understand,” as if only now GLaDOS understands just how deep her feelings for Chell are... What else can I say?

In Lego Dimensions, GLaDOS also outright rejects anyone who isn’t Chell.

In Conclusion:

Why do I ship Chell and GLaDOS? 

Well, ultimately, it doesn’t matter whether I ship them. 

Because I think it’s glaringly obvious Portal does.

[the-himawari]

A3! Magazine Interview Translation - 2D☆STAR Vol. 11 (2/2) [Spicy Cuisine Research Society]

Their main activities are mixing spices, finding delicious restaurants, and eating!

5 members from the “Spicy Cuisine Research Society”, a club for like-minded people within MANKAI Company, have convened! Let’s listen in on their fired-up talk on how they first got hooked on spices, and the unexpected methods of using spices they’ve been secretly wanting to try out!

“Chikage’s blend is a toxic substance. No one can eat it.”

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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——This time, everyone within the “Spicy Cuisine Research Society” from MANKAI Company have gathered! What was it that made you first interested in spices?

Omi: I guess it was when I joined the Theatre company and noticed that Director subtly changed the spice mixture every time she made us curry.

Chikage: Director has a pretty good tongue, doesn’t she? Her sense for choosing spices isn’t bad either.

Tsumugi: A sense for something like that exists too, huh… I was interested in edible flowers, so I was invited to join.

Citron: For me, spices are the arch of my national flag*! I love spicy food!

Tsumugi: Could it be you mean “taste of your homeland”? The kingdom of Zafra has many spicy dishes and they were all delicious.

Chikage: I seriously considered permanent residency there.

Omi: Ahaha, Chikage-san stocked up on a lot of spices in Zafra, right?

Kumon: (Autumn Troupe’s) Sakyo-san asked if he was a vendor!

Chikage: I suggested adding “Mankai Company’s Specially-Made Red Sauce” to our goods but I was rejected instantly on the spot.

Citron: Chikage’s blend is a toxic substance. No one can eat it.

Chikage: I wonder if I should prepare the proper documents and hold a full-scale presentation next time.

Omi: You’re serious about this, huh…

Tsumugi: I guess it’s time for the trading company employee to show his true abilities…

Kumon: Rather than interested, I think guys who mix spices are kinda cool…!

Citron: It’s like making an original drink at the drink bar of a family restaurant, right!

Kumon: Yeah, yeah! You can get a taste of how it feels to become an alchemist~.

Tsumugi: Didn’t (Spring Troupe’s) Itaru-kun say something like that too…?

Chikage: In other words, that’s what a chuuni…

Kumon: UMMM! I think everyone would rather hear Chikage-san’s story over mine~!

Omi: Well, you do think of Chikage-san when you mention spices. I’m also curious how Chikage-san became interested in them.

Chikage: It’s a long story though…

Tsumugi: Keep it brief here.

Chikage: I've always liked spicy things from the start, and I thought that if it was spicy, then all foods were generally the same. But then at one point, the chicken masala I ate at a restaurant in a certain country was shockingly delicious… And not only that, but also the yukgaejang, mapo tofu, chili con carne… No matter what I ordered, everything was exquisite.

Omi: That restaurant served a lot of multinational dishes, huh…

Kumon: All of them sound tasty! I wanna try them…

Chikage: So, when I thought about what made them different from other restaurants, the answer was quite simple. That’s right. The spice mix they used was perfect. With just the difference of a few milligrams of a single spice…

Citron: Too long. The word limit will be used up with just Chikage’s story.

Chikage: I haven’t even finished telling half of it yet.

Tsumugi: We’ll listen to the rest when we get home.

——(Haha). What type of activities does the Spicy Cuisine Research Society usually do?

Tsumugi: A lot of the time we eat the dishes Omi-kun made for us using the spices Chikage-san prepared.

Kumon: Ah, but we went out to eat recently, didn’t we? At that mysterious restaurant Citron-san found!

Chikage: It was a Chinese and Vietnamese cuisine restaurant, right? It felt strange when the là zǐ jī and phở were served together.

Omi: Haha. The restaurant’s appearance and owner felt a bit shady, but the food there was pretty delicious, right? The cilantro was nice to eat and I learned a lot.

Citron: Omi is eager to learn, huh! I’m expressed**!

Kumon: Expressed?

Chikage: Could you possibly mean “impressed”?

Citron: That’s it!

——Do you have any spicy dishes which you actually secretly want to try out or eat right now?

Tsumugi: It’s summer, so it’s the season you want to eat spicy food, right?

Omi: That’s true. If you have any requests then let me know. If you want, I’ll make them for you.

Kumon: Me, me! I wanna eat some mildly spicy braised pork!

Chikage: Braised pork that’s dyed bright red… Sounds nice.

Tsumugi: He said mildly spicy, Chikage-san…

Citron: I heard shichimi*** is tangy and apparently goes well with beer!

Omi: That’s true. It seems like it can be enjoyed as a side dish with alcohol.

Kumon: Beer, side dishes … That’s so adult…! So cool!

Citron: I want to eat atchizo**** made with red chili peppers!

Omi: Ajillo? Braised pork and ajillo are both simple, so I’ll make them tonight.

Kumon: Seriously!? Woohoo! I’ll tell (Summer Troupe’s) Tenma-san over LIME!

Citron: How eggciting~! I’ll make (Winter Troupe’s) Azuma bring out the good wine!

Omi: Tsumugi-san and Chikage-san, do you two have anything you want to eat?

Tsumugi: Actually, I think it might taste good to pour sweet chili sauce over ice cream.

Omi: Oh, I see. That sounds like it’s worth giving a try. I was just coming up with a dessert for Chikage-san.

Chikage: I told you that you didn’t have to worry about me. But well, thanks. I’ll look forward to it.

Citron: Omi’s a bother***** after all, hm~.

Tsumugi: It’s mother.

Kumon: Does Chikage-san have one? A spicy dish you want to try.

Chikage: Hmmm… Ah. The other day when I went to an escape game with (Autumn Troupe’s) Banri, we received a shaved iced making machine for some reason as an extra prize for clearing it.

Omi: Ahh, that’s why (Autumn Troupe’s) Taichi and them were fired up about making shaved ice.

Citron: Ohh! Japanese summer! I want to make shaved ice too!

Kumon: That sounds super fun! Melon syrup’s the only choice for me!

Chikage: Speaking of syrup for shaved iced, the classics are Melon, Strawberry and Blue Hawaii, but I…

Tsumugi: I have a bad feeling about this.

Chikage: I think habanero sauce would go well with it, don’t you?

Omi: Would that… taste good? I feel like that would just be spicy ice water…

Chikage: Wouldn’t the flavour depend on the sauce?

Kumon: I don’t think that’s the point…

Citron: Chikage’s exclusive dessert has been decided here.

——It was fun getting to understand everyone’s love for spices.

Tsumugi: Thank you very much.

Kumon: Ah~ I got hungry while we were talking. Why don’t we grab a bite and then head home?

Omi: Well there’s still some time before dinner. I guess we can have a small, pre-meal snack.

Citron: I have a restaurant I want to visit!

Tsumugi: What type of cuisine does the restaurant serve this time?

Citron: Indian & Bhutanese food!

Chikage: Heh, I’m a bit interested. It seems I’ll be able to eat some interesting dishes.

Omi: More like where do you find a shop like that...?

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*Citron originally says "国旗のアーチ" (kokki no achi: arch of my national flag), which Tsumugi corrects as "故郷の味" (furusato no aji: taste/flavour of your homeland) **Citron originally says "バッチンバッチン" (bacchin bacchin), which Chikage corrects as "感心、感心" (kanshin, kanshin: impressed) ***Shichimi is a common spice mix in Japan which contains 7 ingredients ****Citron originally says "アッチーゾ" (atchizo[?] I'm not actually sure if that’s a real word), which Omi corrects as "アヒージョ" (ajillo: spanish-style garlic shrimp) *****Citron originally says "ヤカン" (yakan: kettle), which Tsumugi corrects as "オカン" (okan: another way of saying "mother" in the Kinki dialect)

Summer Troupe |

[kayluh1915]

Beautiful People

Paring(s): Pedro Pascal/Female Reader

Words: 5,378

Warnings: Angst with a Happy Ending, Anxiety Disorder, Medication Discussions, Insecurities, and Panic Attacks.

You and Pedro have been secretly dating for a few months now after a chance meeting. You both agreed that it was time to reveal your relationship to the public and chose to do so by accompanying him at The Oscars, but your anxiety does a great job of making you think that you don't deserve it.

DISCLAIMER!

This story is based on the song Beautiful People by Ed Sheeran & Khalid, but this IS NOT a songfic. It just gave me this vibe of Pedro walking down the red carpet with someone who doesn't quite feel like they belong and he comforts her by saying he doesn't really belong either and proceeds to list why they're better off because of it. I dunno, It just sounded sweet.

As always, comments are welcomed and encouraged.

You can also follow me on Twitter if you'd like. My life is boring, but I might be able to make you laugh if I’m lucky.

Enjoy!

(PS: Pepe is a real person. He was my Spanish teacher my first semester of college... and yes, he really went to Cincinnati every Friday to gamble)

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The frigid February air was like icicles on your skin, sending a full-blown shiver down your spine as you hurried out of the Science building and towards the dining hall. It was nearly noon and you’ve had only had a banana and a bottle of water this morning, so lunch sounded pretty great right about now… maybe a cup of hot cocoa as well.

The dining hall was about a three-minute walk from the Science building, more than enough time for the cold to seep through the layers of your coat and deep into your bones. The possibility of a cup of cocoa turned into an inevitability, you running for the hot beverage machine as soon as your student ID was swiped.

You sat at your usual spot, hanging your backpack on the back of the chair before taking a greedy sip of the hot drink. The warmth was a godsend, the sugary beverage warming your icy hands with a pleasant hum tumbling from your lips.

“You make noises like that in bed?” Someone asked, snapping you out of your warming daze. It was your roommate and closest friend, Lauren. You snorted at her remark, almost spitting out a sip of your drink.

“I thought you had Spanish class at noon?”

“Nah. It’s Friday, remember?”

“Oh yeah, gambling day.” Like you, Lauren was a music student. It was how you had met nearly four years ago. Like most music students, you both used the extra humanities credits you had earned in high school to bail you out of the required foreign language credit until university. You were doing fairly well so far, but it was because you had a decent teacher. She wasn’t the best, but she was alright.

Lauren’s was just… something else.

On the first day of class, he told his students to call him “Pepe” because he didn’t do the “formal shit.” He also said that there would never be a class on Friday’s because he goes up to Cincinnati to gamble with his buddies. Why he didn’t just put down that his classes were only on Monday and Wednesday were beyond you.

“Yeah. Whatever, though right?” Lauren continued. “I’m not complaining about one less day of class.” You smirked mischievously.

“No, but your Spanish is…” Lauren scoffed, only causing you to laugh harder into your cup.

“Bitch, you shut the fuck up. You can’t speak the damn language either.” You shrugged.

“You’re not wrong, but at least I’m learning more than you are with Pepe.” Lauren groaned.

“Fuck you. Come on, let’s grab some grub.” You stood up and grabbed your backpack, throwing away your empty drink cup to grab something to eat. You settled on your usual favorite and sat back down with Lauren who had somehow already made it halfway through her plate.

“God, slow down.” You teased as you hung your backpack back on the chair.

“I didn’t eat breakfast this morning. Cut a bitch a break.” You shook your head, digging into your own plate, but at a much slower pace. You both sat in comfortable silence, enjoying your meals as the indecent chatter of the surrounding students and meme music playing from the jukebox continued on.

“So,” Lauren said, breaking the silence as she sat down her drink. “What are you doing this weekend?” You froze at her question but played it off the best you could. Any hint of hesitation would send her into a frenzy of questions that you weren’t prepared to answer.

“I’m going in to see Mom. Maybe stop by my Mamaw’s too.” Lauren’s shoulders slumped.

“Damn, that’s too bad. Devon invited us over to his Oscar watch party tomorrow night. Figured you might want to come along since you’re into that sort of thing.” 

You swallowed hard at the mention of The Oscars. Just play it cool… don’t. fucking. panic.

“Normally I would, but it’s been a while since I’ve seen Mom. You know how she gets when I don’t come to visit for a while.” Lauren nodded her head in understanding, knowing full well of how your Mom was after living with you for two years.

Little did she know that you had just seen your mother last weekend.

“I understand, boo. I’ll let him know you can’t make it. When are you leaving?”

“As soon as I’m done here. I packed my stuff this morning so I could just go. Trying to beat the traffic as much as possible.” She nodded in understanding.

“Well, I hope you have a good time with your Mom. Say hi to her for me, will you?” You internally sighed a breath in relief. How your big mouth managed to keep him a secret all this time let alone this was beyond you, but you managed to pull it off somehow.

“Yeah, sure.”

After you finished eating, you hugged Lauren goodbye and went back to your dorm long enough to drop off the books you didn’t need and pick up your suitcase. You went through your mental checklist one last time and locked your door behind you as you left.

You unlocked your car and threw your stuff into the backseat, making your way towards the interstate as soon as you left the college.

Home was about a two or three-hour drive down south, but where you were really going was about a 40-minute drive north. You put on some music as you cruise down the interstate, your nervousness slowly increasing the closer you got to your destination.

Your hands shook on the steering wheel, you bounced your left knee furiously, and you were biting your lip… pretty hard. You thought about reaching into your purse for the “take as needed” anxiety medication your psychiatrist prescribed you but decided to hold off on it a little longer. Maybe it’d taper off when you got to the airport.

It didn’t.

You had flown before, but that had been years ago when your micro home town had some kind of festival thing and gave free airplane rides. This commercial airline stuff was something entirely new to you which was already nerve wreaking, but the unexpected bustle of such a smaller airport made it worse.

Weeks before when you first booked the flight to Los Angles, you did as much research as possible to make sure that you knew the “norms” and guidelines of all the airports you were going to since there were no direct flights available. You were as prepared as anyone could be, but you were still extremely nervous and all the foot traffic only made it worse.

You went through security without any qualms and took a seat to wait for your flight to begin boarding. You pulled out your phone and texted your Mom and Lauren before someone walked up to you in your peripheral.

“Excuse, miss?” You looked up from your phone to come face to face with an older gentleman. He looked to be in his early 50’s with salt and peppered hair and a kind smile. He asked you your name and you confirmed with a nod.

“Sorry to disturb you, but your private flight is prepared to depart whenever you’re ready, Miss.”

...Excuse you, what?

“P-Private flight? But I-... I paid for an American Airlines flight.” The man nodded.

“Yes, but Mr. Pascal has sent a private jet to retrieve you. He was fairly insistent to make sure that you boarded.” You sighed heavily. You told him that a two-stop economy flight that you paid for was more than fine, but the thought of you doing anything like a normal person seemed to bother him for some reason.

“Okay. I-I guess I’m ready to go then.” The man smiled.

“Of course, Miss. May I take your bags for you?” You hesitated.

You had never been waited on like this before and you weren’t quite sure how to feel or respond to it. You were perfectly capable of carrying your own stuff and this guy probably wasn’t getting paid enough to carry some lucky college student’s stuff, but was it rude to say no even if you did so in a polite manner? So, you just agreed and handed him over your suitcase and backpack.

You followed him outside and over to a small commercial jet, a woman who looked to be around her mid 30’s standing right by the entrance of the aircraft.

“Welcome aboard, Miss. I’m Kendall Bishop and I’m your captain for today. If you’ll go ahead and take a seat and buckle your seat belt, we’ll depart shortly. I do ask, however, that you remain seated and keep your seat belt fastened until Mr. Clements informs you that it is safe to move about the cabin. Do you have any questions for me before we begin our descent?”

You smiled politely at her and shook your head.

Upon entering the cabin, you were at a complete loss for words. It was easily the fanciest thing you’d ever seen. Leather seats, stocked alcohol shelves, an endless assortment of snacks, a TV, even a fucking bed of all things. The man, Mr. Clements you assumed, gestured towards the seat closest to you. You sat down and buckled your seat belt like you were told to do.

Mr. Clements then reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope, gesturing for you to take it.

“Mr. Pascal requested I hand this to you as soon as you board.” You took the envelope out of his hands, looking down at it with a curious gaze. On the back of it had your name scribbled onto it in familiar handwriting. You’d know it anywhere after reading so many letters from him.

“Please enjoy your flight and let us know if there’s anything we can do for you.” You thanked him with another nod, turning the envelope around and tearing it open. The plane prepared to take off as you read.

Mi Abeja,

I know you wanted and paid for a normal flight, but the academy offered to fly you to me privately last second. I was going to ask you if you were okay with it, but you were in class and your phone was off and I had to let them know something before my table read this morning. You work and study so hard and deserve to be pampered so I told them yes. They reimbursed what you paid for your ticket and I’ll give that to you once you get here.

I hope the unexpected change didn’t spike your anxiety too much. I know you’re nervous about this whole thing to begin with and I probably just made it worse. I’m sorry if I did.

 I’ll be there to pick you up as soon as you land at LAX.

Love you,

Pedro. <3 <3 

Your heart soared at his words, leaning back in your seat and looking out of the nearby window just in time to watch the plane lift up from the runway.

________________________

Four hours later, Mr. Clements informed you that you would be landing shortly. Your heart leaped up in your chest as you put your phone back into your backpack and fastened your seat belt.

It had been a few weeks since you’d last seen him and you were nearly vibrating with excitement by the time the wheels touched down on the runway. Mr. Clements offered to take your things again. You still weren’t sure if it was rude to turn him down or not and you didn’t want to ask and risk looking like a moron, so you agreed and handed over your backpack.

The captain opened up the door and exchanged pleasantries with you as you stepped off the plane, but you barely heard her over the pounding of your own heart. As soon as you looked up from the ramp, you saw him. He was there just like he promised he’d be, standing by his car and wearing his favorite pair of sunglasses all while smiling at you with that blinding smile.

Your sneakers barely touched the tarmac before you were sprinting for him. He held out his arms for you and made a small sound when you collided with him, wrapping your arms around his neck and laying your head on his chest. One of his hands caressed the back of your head, holding you to him tightly as the other one held on to your waist.

“I’ve missed you so much, Abeja.” He muttered against the crown of your head. You let go of him long enough to reach up and kiss him, tangling your hand into his dark curls. “Did you have a good flight?” He asked after you pulled away.

“I did. I was a little nervous at first, but I’m okay now.” Pedro gave you a saddened look.

“I’m sorry. I know it was unexpected and didn’t mean to hike you up, I just figured yo-” You put your hand over his mouth.

“It wasn’t your fault, Pedro. I’m just… not used to this… any of it.” He placed a gentle kiss to your fingers, taking your wrist into his hand and gently taking it off of his mouth.

“Please tell me you at least ate something.“ You nodded.

“I ate with Lauren before I left for the airport. She actually invited me to an Oscar watch party this guy named Devon is hosting. I played it cool just like we practiced, but it took everything in me not to freak out.” Pedro giggled, pressing a kiss to your nose.

“Isn’t she in for a surprise?” You barely smiled, nodding gently. You’ve been trying not to think about it, but the idea of you being on display to the entire world made your stomach churn and your knees weak. You were just a first-generation college student from the middle of nowhere, yet here you are in the arms of Pedro Pascal about to walk down the runway of the most prestigious award show in less than 24 hours.

“... Yeah.” You eventually answered. Pedro noticed the change in your demeanor and frowned, placing a kiss on the wrist he was still holding and caressing it gently with his thumb.

“We don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want to, you know? We can always go with plan B.” You shook your head vigorously.

“No, no, no! I-I want people to know… I just… all so new.” Pedro smiled at you sympathetically, brushing a stray piece of hair away from your face.

“Just promise you’ll let me know if it ever becomes too much for you. I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on.” You look up into his mocha gaze, the butterflies in your stomach making you forget about your self-doubt if only for a few seconds.

“I promise.”

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That evening you were curled up with Pedro in the hotel bed, empty take-out containers discarded onto the nearby nightstand as you watched The Shining together. He was fully engrossed in the movie, his fingers idly playing with your hair. You had tried to focus on the movie. You really did, but you’ve seen the damn thing a million times. Laughing at memes on Reddit sounded more appealing so that’s what you were doing.

“You know, I really miss you when you’re not with me.” Pedro said after a while. You looked up from your phone and up at his face.

“I miss you too. Music school sucks and I can’t cuddle Lauren… well, I can but it would be awkward.” Pedro laughed, caressing your cheek with his knuckle.

“Tomorrow, our stylists will be here around noon. I know you’re going to be nervous all day and will probably avoid eating, so I’m going to make sure you get up with me and eat a proper breakfast.” You groaned quietly.

“You won’t let me sleep in? Even on a Saturday?” You fake-pouted. Pedro tapped your nose gently with his finger.

“Not when tomorrow is such an important day. I don’t want you nervous on an empty stomach.” You both went back to what you were doing for a minute.

“You did bring your medication, didn’t you?” You hesitated before nodding.

“Yes.”

“Good. You’ll have something in case it gets too intense. Getting you to take it will be another story, though.” You didn’t say anything, favoring instead to raise up from your reclined position to swing your leg over his waist to straddle him. His hands instantly went to your hips, gently caressing them with his large hands.

“You’re so beautiful, Abeja.” He said after a while of looking you over and running his hands over your body. You smiled at him and leaned down to give him a kiss. It was pretty standard as far as kisses go, but when you pulled away you were both looking at one another with a fiery intent and slowly went back in for another. This one searing and far more passionate.

Pedro groaned deep in his throat as your tongues collide, the kiss deepening far beyond your original intent.

You weren’t complaining.

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Pedro’s alarm going off scared the living hell out of you. You had been awake since 4 am, trying your best to go back to sleep, but it just never happened. When you finally gave up around 6:30, you grabbed your backpack and sat at the desk the hotel provided and did your weekend homework. You hadn’t realized that you were that engrossed in it until his alarm buzzed you out of it.

He groaned quietly and reached over to silence it, rolling back over and reaching out to the other side of the bed looking for you. When he noticed that you were gone, he raised up from the sheets and looked around the room. His hair was an absolute nightmare, sticking up in various directions as he stretched out his back and yawned loudly.

“Thought you wanted to sleep in.” He teased after he found you at the desk.

“You said you were going to wake me up early. Figured I might get some work done.” Concern then donned on his brow.

“Honey, how long have you been up?”

“Not long,” you lie. “I wanted to get some work done so I just got up at my usual time.” Pedro got out of bed and padded over to you, rubbing your shoulders and placing a kiss atop your head.

“You work too hard. You should take a break while you can.” You lolled your head back, Pedro’s hands rubbing your shoulders feeling absolutely amazing.

“I’ll do whatever you say as long as you keep doing that.” He laughed, kissing your cheek and heading to the bathroom.

________________________

You didn’t want to question the professional, you really didn’t. But after the third layer of concealer, you just had to.

“That’s a lot of concealer.” The makeup artist laughed.

“I know, I’m sorry. Use some cream for those bags next time and I promise you won’t need as much.”

You didn’t speak after that, allowing the hair and makeup artist to finish you up while they gossiped back and forth with each other. They made other side comments like that to you here and there. They weren’t necessarily rude so you couldn’t really say anything, but they did little for your already rock-bottom self-esteem.

The artist put a dark shade of lipstick on your lips, making a triumphant noise when she finished.

“Didn’t have the best canvas, but you look fabulous sweetheart! Smile with your mouth closed and you’ll be a knockout!” The makeup artist and hairstylist gathered up their things, leaving you sitting there in your robe staring at the floor and hoping they leave fast.

When they finally left, you got up from the bed and walked over to the full-bodied mirror. You showed your teeth and started looking over them. You never thought they looked too bad. Sure, they were crooked and had some spacing, but they were okay. Braces were expensive and playing a brass instrument with braces is a death sentence for lips.

What if you were wrong about them looking okay all this time? Maybe you should have taken out that loan and a semester off to fix your teeth…

Your stylist came in shortly after. He was quieter than the others had been and much nicer which you were thankful for as you changed into the white dress they had picked for you. When you came out, the stylist smiled and hooped.

“You look gorgeous!” You finished off your look with matching jewelry and a clutch purse, sitting down on the bed to put on your heels.

“It took me forever to find a pair of acceptable wedges for you, sweetheart. I don’t know why you didn’t just tough it out for one night, but hey. I get it. Country girls don’t like heels and that’s okay! It worked out.”

Again, not necessarily rude… but damn.

________________________

You were waiting in the lobby for Pedro to come out, bouncing your leg nervously and trying to remember not to touch your eyes or bite your lip because of the makeup. When you saw him step off the elevator, your breath caught in your throat. His hair was slicked back and his facial hair neatly trimmed, the black velvet suit hugging his broad shoulders perfectly.

“Wow…” He muttered, looking you up and down. “You look absolutely stunning, Abeja.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” You replied, playing with his bow tie.

“Hey, hey, no. Don’t touch it. I don’t know how to tie it back if it comes loose.” You laughed and shook your head.

“Fine… I’ll unwrap my present later.” Pedro’s own breath caught as you winked up at him. He cleared his throat and composed himself, offering you his arm.

“Ready?” You swallowed and nodded, taking his arm for him to escort you.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”

________________________

You were in line for the red carpet, the flashing cameras of the paparazzi already blinding and you were still pretty far back. Your stomach churned, a wave of nausea rising up but nothing happening. Pedro took your shaking hand into his and squeezed it gently.

“You okay?” He asked, noticing how tense you were and only grew worse the closer you got.

“... fine.”

“Plan B’s still an option if you need it, Abeja. You have your medicine you can take too.” You shook your head, looking back at him to flash him a smile.

“I’m good.” You could tell that he didn’t buy your bullshit. Not even for a moment. He didn’t say anything, though, opting only to lift your hand and press a kiss to the back of it.

“I’ll be right there beside you the entire time, honey. If at any point you feel uncomfortable or need to leave, you let me know.” You nodded at him, accepting a kiss from him before looking back out the window of the limo.

Your turn came up way sooner than you would have liked, the greeter opening up the limo door as soon as the car stopped and allowing Pedro to step out into the public eye. The photographers went nuts, the flashing lights and screams from fans intimidating you more than you thought they would.

What the fuck were you thinking? You’re just some tired ass music student. You don’t belong here with all these people.

You almost chickened out and stayed in the car but when Pedro turned towards you and offered his hand you took it anyway even though your mind was screaming for you not to. Just the gentle touch of his calloused hand on yours grounded you enough to carefully step out of the limo, making sure that nothing happens to your dress.

You could hear the sounds of the crowd die down for a moment as they all started muttering to themselves. Your hand was shaking in Pedro’s larger one, the photographers gasping as soon as they saw your face. They started taking pictures faster than they ever had. The bombardment of flashing lights blinded you for a moment, but you adjusted to them quickly.

Pedro let go of your hand and put it on your back, gently leading you where you’re supposed to go.

“Okay?” He asked as he wrapped his arm around you and brought you close. You nodded. You weren’t comfortable in the slightest, but it wasn’t the worst thing ever. While both of you posed for pictures, people from the group of photographers said a lot of things to both of you. Some were kind, others were funny and got a good laugh out of you. There were also a few who were very rude, but they had been pushed aside by the others.

Overall, it wasn’t nearly as bad as you were expecting… but you were glad it was over.

________________________

You were standing aside checking your phone while Pedro did an interview with some of the press. He had offered you to be with him, but the red carpet had been more than enough fame for you. Your phone was on “do not disturb” mode, but you could still see all the notifications coming in. Your Mom, Dad, Lauren, and other friends bombarding you with messages basically asking what the fuck. You didn’t have the time to reply, so you didn’t open any of them.

Once Pedro was done with his interviews, he escorted you into the main hall where he introduced you to some of his friends and colleagues along the way. You considered it an honor to meet the people most only ever dreamed of, but you knew you didn’t deserve it. Someone else should be here, not you.

When you found your seats, Pedro offered you his hand. You took it and allowed him to seat you before he took his next to you and wrapped his arm around the back of the seat. The show started shortly after.

________________________

“And the Oscar goes to…” You held onto Pedro’s hand tightly as they opened up the envelope, your shaking hands encased in his. He had told you when he had been nominated that he didn’t expect to win it, but you could tell he had some hope as he tensely watched them read the card.

“Pedro Pascal.” You jumped up with Pedro, hugging him tightly as the audience broke out in cheers.

“You deserve it!” You told him, breaking away to give him a quick kiss. You watched him run up stage and accept the golden statue, walking up to the microphone with a few chuckles as he looked over the award.

“Wow, this is uhhh… this is incredible. Truly amazing.” He started. “I’d like to thank the Academy for this honor, my Mom and Dad who worked hard to raise me right and who supported me. My brother and two sisters for being there for me, mi Abeja for loving me unconditionally, and just… so many others. There are so many people in my life who have helped me get to this milestone and if I were to thank all of you, we’d be here all night. I love you all so very much and this truly… a dream come true. Thank you.

The crowd stands up and cheers loudly. You wanted to, but you were too busy trying to make sure your makeup doesn’t run down your face with a tissue from your clutch. Eventually, you give up trying and decide to go to the bathroom just to make sure everything still looks fine.

Your makeup looked just as flawless as it had before. You wish you would have known that the artist had used waterproof makeup so you could’ve properly celebrated Pedro’s achievement, but oh well. While you were there, you decided to use the bathroom. You didn’t have to go that bad, but might as well take care of it while you’re here.

While you were relieving yourself, you heard two other women come in.

“-ld for her. He needs to settle down with someone like us and around his age. Not some college student.” You froze solid when they realized that they were talking about you.

“I know. She isn’t even that pretty. Did you see her teeth? Do they not have braces where she comes from?”

“For real. Her body’s not that great either. Looks like she comes straight from the shack or something.”

“Wonder if that’s where he found her?” They both giggle.

“Either way, she doesn’t belong here.” You knew they were right, but you just couldn’t bare to listen anymore, pulling your underwear back up and fixing your dress after you flush the toilet.

You then run out of the bathroom, not even looking to see who the women were. It didn’t matter, though. They were right. You should have never came here and you couldn’t stay any longer.

You walked back to your seat and gently tugged on Pedro’s sleeve.

“C-Can we go… Please?” You ask, your voice shaking just as much as your hands. Pedro got up instantly when he saw the look on your face, grabbing his trophy, coat and your clutch. He didn’t ask questions as he placed his hand to the small of your back and began to escort you out of the theater.

By the time you got back into the limo you felt like you couldn’t breathe. The voices around you sounding like water as your vision became black around the edges. Oh God, is this what feels lie to die? You couldn’t die. Not now! You had so much to do, so much t-

Something extremely cold suddenly touched your face, the blackness around your vision fading slightly as you looked up to whoever had put something so damn cold on you.

You were instantly met with the warm eyes of your boyfriend, concern laced on his brow as he gently dabbed a cold washcloth over your face. You could see his mouth moving, but you couldn’t make out what he was saying over the pounding of your heart, but it eventually calmed down enough to where you could begin to hear him.

“There we go, bee… that’s it sweetheart. Nice and easy.” Your breathing slowly calmed down, Pedro cradling you in his arms as your panic attack faded.

“I should have never come here…” You muttered. “I don’t belong here. All these fancy dresses, the flashing cameras, nice cars… I don’t deserve any of this.” Pedro placed a kiss to your forehead.

“Don’t say things like that, Abeja. You deserve this just as much as anyone. And as far as not belonging, trust me when I say I don’t either. And, frankly, I’m fine with that. All of these designer clothes, the mindless gossip, the broken homes, being surrounded by so many but still alone? That’s not really a life worth living. The world of Beautiful People is a lonely life, one that I would rather not live.”

You wasn’t sure what to say, so you just didn’t say anything, curling up as close as you could to him.

He made you take a dose of your anxiety medication when you got back to the hotel, taking it with a swig of water before laying down and curling up close to him. You laid your head on his shoulder, the sounds of his breathing and the gentle feeling of his hand caressing your own shoulder lulling you.

Right before you doze off, you heard him say:

“No matter what any of them has said, you’re perfect the way you are and deserve everything.”

________________________

You wake up the next morning still wrapped up in his arms. You lay there for a while just talking and enjoying one another’s company before he finally got up to use the bathroom.

You reach for your phone on the nightstand, turning off “do not disturb” mode for the first time since yesterday afternoon.

Your phone was overloaded. Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, everywhere was flooded. You didn’t even know where to begin.

Eventually, you just give up trying to put a dent into anything and returned Lauren’s list of missed calls. She answered on the second ring.

“You tell me every little detail, you sneaky bitch. And I mean everything!”

[yanderepuck]

There's many hcs going around about MC not knowing english/french/being from another Asian country/knowing the languages everyone speaks

But....where is the MC that's from The States, like a northern state and went to public school.

DISCLAIMER!!!! THIS IS BASED OFF MY OWN PERSONAL EXPERIENCE IN PUBLIC SCHOOL IN THE STATE OF PA. SOME SCHOOLS HAVE BETTER EDUCATION THAN OTHERS. I AM NOT IN ANYWAY SAYING AMERICANS ARE STUPID AND THE SCHOOL SYSTEM IS LIKE THIS EVERYWHERE. THIS IS JUST MY EXPERIENCE WITH THE PUBLIC SCHOOLING SYSTEM

She knows English and any Spanish Dora taught her. She took Spanish 1 in high school and that's it bc that's all she was required to do.

She gets to the mansion and doesn't know half these people.

She meets Isaac and is like "Ah. Gravity. What was it like before you discovered gravity?" But that's about all she knows

Arthur???? Who???? What do you mean Sherlock isn't a real person?? Anyway I like your books.

What do you mean Vincent Van Gogh has a brother???? Also Vincent didn't you kill yourself???? Why are you here???

She'd meet Shakespeare and be like "I can't understand a word in your plays" then he speaks and she's like "yep. Not a word"

Napoleon? Something to do with France and the revolution. Wait. You were in the army? YOU CONQURED FRANCE??? Wait .....aren't you supposed to be short?

Leonardo DiCaprio right? No? Oh. What did you do? Oh you painted. Like what? The Mona Lisa??? Yeah I think I've heard of it. It looks really dirty, you should have used some brighter colors.

Dazai doesn't ring a bell to anything in her head. "Sorry. Nope" same goes with Mozart "yeah I didn't pay attention in music class, but the last time I even had that class I was 11"

Jean is just a straight up mystery. What's the sword for? Why are you wearing an eye patch? Is there a reason why you have an emo swoop?

However she never questions them being vampires she's simply like "fuck yeah! I always knew they were real!"

But when she meets Sebastian she's just like "isn't there an anime butler-" and he just sighs and goes yes before she can finish.

Also. 0 clue as to who Comte is. Tho to be fair, the world barely knows who Comte is, he came out of nowhere saying he's 100 years old, and then just disappeared.

Also. Unless if they know English she can't speak to them....except Will. She can talk to Isaac and Arthur just fine. She might hear Leonardo say something in Italian and think it is Spanish and say Hola. And Leonardo is like ????? buongiorno??? And they look at each other in confusion.

"are.....are you not Spanish?"

"I'm from Italy"

She has no clue what Dazai is saying. Even if he speaks English, his accent is too thick even with speaking English. Same goes for Mozart and the brothers.

However, Theo simply doesn't care. Vinc at least tries. MC hears Mozart with his thick accent and she's not sure if she's attracted or scared by it. Scared and horny

If course she ends up picking up on the French along the way. That's what everyone mutually speaks since they are living in France.

I'm thinking she has a New York or Boston accent. But a North Dakota accent would be funny too bc it's very close to Canadian.

[captainsjack]

i'm really sorry if you don't wanna talk about this, totally understandable, but i'm still not over steve franks not making shawn latino!!! like you said (or someone else said, don't remember rn) it wouldn't even be that much of a change if you made his mom latina, she barely appears anyway, and even if they didn't want to make some deep dives into shawn's family+heritage (which like, while logically i understand why they wouldn't wanna waste episodes on some minimal characterization, gringos are always on thin fucking ice, so), they could reference it with throw away lines, like they did with jules (maybe some comment passing the holidays down south, or shawn knowing spanish really well and surprising everyone ("wait, you know spanish?" "easier to learn the language than have mom as my personal translator during christmas")), and it's not even like they would need to make some grand research (which would still be nice tbh) bc james roday rodriguez is literally the character. and when 2.13 happened, instead of having whatever that episode was, they could have some interesting moments with shawn being already familiar with the world of telenovelas (and maybe, if you still want him to not know about it and have a bunch of people around him still aware and keeping up with it, there could be a whole thing about how watching telenovelas was a mom&son thing and when she left watching them became painful so shawn stopped altogether and going to the set of one brings back memories, some painful, some nice, but all nostalgic), and the jokes, instead of deriving from this "oh jeez isn't that insane" gringo pov, it could come from this "this is very much insane but i understand it deeply and love its insane-ness" latino pov. anyway idk!!!!!!!!!!! i'm still bummed out over this and i might just fuck around and watch a million little things to see james play a latino character

you. you get me. this is exactly what i was saying !!

2x13 would’ve been so much better for shawn to be latino and him just smoothly taking the role of a spanish character and speaking spanish like it was no problem. OR they could’ve made it a thing, where he doesn’t know spanish and is kind of sad he isn’t that connected with his heritage and then there’s an arc where he becomes more in tune with it and learns spanish. like that’s what james has said about himself, so it would’ve been cool to have the same arc for shawn.

one thing tho is i love gus’s comments about White Boy (tm) shawn. honestly great. but still would’ve been better to have two main characters of colour instead of just gus. like literally he’s the only poc on the show, except for his fam which is only a few eps. and then he and shawn could’ve like bonded over their heritages or something. like they do mention stuff about gus’s jamaican grandparents, but it would’ve been great to have shawn reciprocate that with his mexican roots or something.

and yeah i don’t really like cybill’s portrayal of shawns mom, she was kinda stiff and idk just cringey. i would’ve loved to have a latina actress instead. also they could’ve cast a latino actor for henry. i love how corbin portrays him though so i don’t know if i would want to give that up lol. but i’m sure there are plenty of latino actors who would’ve given the same or better performance as corbin.

please your hc about shawn & his mom & telenovelas i am crYING pls write this right now !!!!

(disclaimer - tell my white ass if i said something wrong or need to stop talking about this)

[nekoannie-chan]

Focus

Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Reader

Word count: 1068 words.

Summary: Some situations lead Y/N and Brock to feel jealous.

Warnings: Jealous, kind of nudity, mentions of smut, nothing explicit.

A/N: This is my entry to the @locke-writes​ ‘s Noah’s B-day Writing Challenge with the dialogue prompt #6:

”You’re an idiot. I love you but you’re an idiot”.

Also is my entry to the @sillyqt​ ‘s Sillyqt’s 1K Writing Challenge with the dialogue prompt #4:

“What are you doing? Put your shirt back on, I can’t focus”.

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.

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Rollins stopped you as soon as he saw you get up to interrupt the operation, you couldn't stand what you saw, yes, you knew it was a mission, but you were also aware of the other agent's feelings for your boyfriend. You felt the rage increase inside you, just trusting the agent was impossible for you. You turned to see your partner, the fury was noticeable in your eyes.  

"It's just a mission," Jack whispered.  

"I know," you grumpy bluff.  

"It's not the first time we've had a mission like this...”

"Anyway," you interrupted him, then you walked away, and turned around.  

“Y/N! Where are you going?”  

Although he had not been the kind of mission that left them exhausted, the way back was silent; even though the mission had been successful, a very heavy atmosphere was perceived on the Quinjet.  

"Babe, do you want us to go to a restaurant for dinner?” Brock asked you.  

"Go on your own," you grumbled.  

"What the...?”

You left him talking to himself. Similarly, you didn't speak home, even though Jack had told him what had happened, so the next morning you were surprised with breakfast in bed.  

"Come on, Y/N, you know I love you, that agent is just a co-worker," Brock said.  

"Aha... what would you do if I behaved like that to Jack?” You attacked.  

   Brock was blown away and then winced in disgust.  

"Come on, that's unthinkable, you don't have bad taste," Brock said.  

He came over and started kissing your neck.  

"Stop or we'll be late for work," you said between your teeth as you moved your shoulder to try to keep it away.  

"Not until you forgive me, I know how to do it...”  

The mobile phone tones began to sound, such it seemed that there was an emergency meeting; you struggled a little because he didn't want to let you take it.  

 "Okay, okay, I forgive you; it looks like we can't be late," you said by checking the message.

You arrived five minutes before the board began, where they informed you that Captain America was founded frozen. You weren't paying too much attention, it wasn't something you were interested in, and you started drawing on the sheet in front of you believe that no one would notice. 

 "So, do you agree Agent Y/L/N?” Fury questioned.  

"Eh? Yeah, of course, there's no problem," you replied, you didn't even know what they said before.  

Brock looked at you incredulously, did you just agree to take over the Captain during his adaptation process?  

"Are you serious? Why did you accept? Is it some kind of revenge or something? You want to take care of Rogers?” Brock asked you. 

"What?! Did I?”

"Yes, you, you took that mission at the meeting.”  

"No, I don't... “ 

That's exactly what Fury had asked you, and because you were distracted you had accepted. You squeezed the bridge of your nose with your fingers; you couldn't believe the nonsense you'd just done.

“... Oh damn!” 

You tried to get Fury to put someone else in charge, however, he refused, even though you had the wrong idea about Steve.  

"Tell me about yourself," Steve asked.  

"Well, you know my name, since I was a child I wanted to be an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., I live with my boyfriend...” 

“Do you have a boyfriend? Steve interrupted you.  

"Is Brock, the Commander of the STRIKE team, I'll take you to the team tomorrow.  

"Oh” 

As the days went by for obvious reasons you started spending more time with Steve, Brock was beginning to feel jealous, how about you fall in love with Rogers?  

"Why do you spend so much time with him?” Brock asked you one day.  

"Because he doesn't understand anything, he's a fool, he puts in a bad mood .”

After the first mission, you were written the report in the office that you and Brock shared. Although you had already clarified, he could not help feeling jealous, even the night before the mission you fought for the same reason.  

Brock walked into the office and smiled at seeing you there, he knew how he could please you, and he didn't even care if you were discovered, took off his shirt and started pretending he was accommodating some things.   

"If you want, you can go ahead and go home," you said when you heard the door close.  

Not hearing any answers you took your eyes off the computer and you were stunned when you saw it, you tried to stay calm and ignore it, he noticed and then he started to get closer and closer while still "accommodating" things on the shelves. You were trying not to pay attention to him, but it seemed impossible.

“What are you doing? Put your shirt back on, I can’t focus”.

"I'm not doing anything, apart from here it's very hot," Brock replied.  

You noticed that I stand out "hot" on purpose, you knew what he meant and you weren't going to fall into his trap.  

"Then open the door.”  

"No.”  

"This is because you're jealous of Steve?”  

You got up from your place, took her shirt, you came up and threw it in his face.  

"We're going to be in trouble if someone sees us this way, put it on!” You ordered.  

He pulled your arm to get close to him and you hugged, then he started kissing your neck.  

"I don't care if we get caught, I don't like us fighting... “

"You're the one who started," you murmured barely audible.  

"You know I love you.”

”You’re an idiot. I love you but you’re an idiot”.

"I'm an idiot because of you, that's the effect you have on me.”  

You started kissing as you passed your hand through his chest until someone knocked on the door, you immediately split up and Brock put on his shirt, you opened the door.  

"Hey, Jack, what's up?”  

"What were you doing?”  

"The mission report.”  

Rollins looked at them somewhat incredulously.  

"Anyway, we have a meeting, Fury wants us in five minutes in the living room," Jack announced.  

"Thank you, we'll be there.”  

Once Jack left, you and Brock saw each other and started laughing.  

"So, are we cool?”  

"Of course I would, I would never cheat on you.” 

 "Neither do me.”  

"But in the house, we will continue where we left," you 'threatened' him with a severe voice while winking. 

[miahollycaulfields]

Skam España - Episode 2, Clip 2 (TRANSCRIPT)

Disclaimer: THEY SPEAK FAST! Not everything is perfect, but hopefully, this will suffice until the subtitles are out. 

Eva: Today they kept telling us again and again, in English AND in Physics that “OH this is the most important year of your lives, this is the year you decide your future.” And let me tell you it”s so annoying

Nora: In the United States they do this thing where you take a year to think over things

Amira: I tell that to my parents and they’d send me to Morocco with one (Spanish currency) Ah Viri don’t get mad, It was just a joke.

Viri: No, yeah, ahaha

Eva: Well, apart from thinking things over, what do they do? Like, what else would they do? Drink?

Nora: No, girl, look, they travel, see the world, I don’t know, they work? I don’t know, but I’m thinking about it.

Cris: Girl, please bring me with you

Viri: I don’t know girl, look, you’d come back and the court letter doesn’t go through and you have to take the exams again and your friends will be in another grade.

Cris:  Viri, for real, you are expert of taking the fun out of everything

Miquel: Nora?

Nora: Um, Hi?

Miquel: Hello

Nora: He’s a friend of my sister’s

Miquel and Eva: Hello, etc.

Nora: Did Emma tell you I would be here today?

Miquel: No, I saw on your insta, I was going to comment you something but I figured, better in person. And since Saturday went so fast I didn’t have time to tell you about the theatre.

Miquel: The tickets I told you about. I had to insist a lot but, in the end, he owed me a favor and I was able to get them  (’m sorry I can’t really understand what he said here, but It’s nothing major)

Miquel: You can go with whoever you want to

Nora: Thanks

Miquel: You’re Welcome. Well, you’ll tell me about it? Bye!

Nora: Wait, Miquel. I just, I feel bad. These were so hard for you to get, and, better you go with someone.

Miquel: Come with me?

Nora: I just want to see the musical.

Miquel: And me?

Nora: Fine, okay, yes

Miquel: Yes, it’s at 8:30. We’ll meet at 8:15? Yes?

Nora: Yeah.

Miquel: Ok great. Bye!

Girls: Nooooooo! Nora!

Eva: You’ve hooked up!

Girls: hahahaha (little sayings)

[prettyboyspenceee]

Chapter 4 - Jamie Calaveras

A/N: I am sooo excited for everyone to read this chapter. I think it’s my favorite so far. Translations of the Spanish will be at the end!

Description: The team heads to New York City for a case where Olivia has to relive the past. Spencer gets a talk from a bodega owner.

Character Appearances: Olivia Morales, Spencer Reid, Jennifer “JJ” Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia, Derek Morgan, Jamie Caleveras. 

Disclaimer: I don’t own Criminal Minds! Sorry :(

Word Count: 2,332 words 

Posted: November 17, 2019 

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Olivia loved her job, but she hated the paperwork. After a case, the last that she wanted to do was go over every detail of the case again. 

"Hey, you okay?" Olivia looked up from her files and gave JJ a weak smile. 

"Yeah, just a little tired," Olivia said, running a hand through her hair. 

 As Reid entered the bullpen, JJ smiled and patted Olivia on the shoulder as she left. 

"I brought you a coffee," Spencer said as he placed the coffee cup on her desk.

Olivia tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "Thanks, Spence."

"Milk and two sugars, right?" 

Olivia gave Spencer a bright smile. He swore that his heart stopped. 

"Kiddos, we have a case," Garcia said as she entered the bullpen. 

Olivia stood up and grabbed her coffee, "Duty calls." 

---

"Where are we going, Garcia?" Spencer asked.

"You're going to the Big Apple," the blonde replied, "there has been a string of murders in Hell's Kitchen." 

"Okay, but why are we being called in?" Emily asked. 

"The initials of the next victim are carved into the bodies." 

The team checked their files and then turned to Oliva, surprise written across their faces, "Yes. How did you know that?" Garcia asked. 

"Because this is a copycat." 

"How do you know?" Morgan asked with his brow furrowed. He had seen a lot over the years, but nothing like this. 

"This was my father's last case as a detective." 

"Your father?" JJ asked. 

Spencer looked at Hotch, Olivia never told him about her father. Hotch nodded solemnly. He knew the story. 

The team watched Olivia take a deep breath, "My father was an NYPD detective. He worked this case 24/7 when I was a kid."

"Did he catch the unsub?" Rossi asked. 

Spencer could see how Olivia's shoulders tensed up and how she began to twiddle her fingers.  He could see how she was agitated and hesitant to explain. Spencer grabbed Olivia's hand and gave it a small squeeze. Olivia couldn't help but feel thankful for Spencer and the rest of the BAU. She knew she was safe with them.

"My father and his team found the unsub. When he and his team raided his house, the unsub committed suicide by cop. Profiling wasn't a big thing back then," she paused and looked at Rossi as he nodded in understanding, "so they had no idea what he was going to do. Before the unsub died, he shot my father. My mother, who was also on the force, shot the unsub." 

"How old were you?" JJ asked. She couldn't help but notice how Spencer's grip on Olivia's hand tightened as the team began to ask questions.

"I was fifteen. That day changed my family forever. My mother was never the same," Olivia bit her lip, "she made sure all of the files on the unsub were sealed, I wasn't allowed to know anything about my fathers killer."

The team sat in silence for a while before Rossi spoke up, "Kiddo, you can sit out of this case."

Olivia shook her head, "My father wouldn't want that." 

---

"Hotch, do you mind if we stop somewhere before we head over to the precinct?" Olivia asked as the team stepped off the jet. 

Hotch checked his watch, "They aren't expecting us until later today. We can make a few stops."

"Mouse, where are we going?" Derek said as he wrapped his arm around Olivia's shoulder. 

Oliva smiled, "The best bodega in Hell's Kitchen." 

"What makes this bodega so special?"JJ asked as they began driving.

Olivia tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, Spencer furrowed his brow, she only did that with him, "You'll see." 

When the team stepped out of the car,  they couldn't help but laugh at Olivia's childlike behavior as she walked to the bodega.

"Prentiss, do you know why this bodega is so special? You're her best friend," Rossi whispered. 

"I have no idea," Emily replied. 

"¡Mi amor! ¿Dónde estás?" Olivia called out. 

The team snorted and looked at Reid. Emily noted how he stood up straighter and scanned the room.

"¡No me digas!" A young man said as he stepped out from the back room. 

"Damn, Liv!" Emily whispered. This guy was stunning. 

The team watched as Olivia and the mystery man embraced. The two didn't pull apart until Morgan cleared his throat. 

"Oh! Guys, this is Jamie," Olivia said sheepishly. 

Jamie gave a quick wave, "It's nice to meet you all. I've heard so much about you." 

"Who exactly are you?" Spencer asked bluntly. 

JJ and Olivia looked at him in shock while Derek, Emily, and Rossi snorted. Hotch's lip twitched as Jamie straightened his posture, "I could ask the same about you." 

Olivia bit her lip, "Spencer, this is Jamie Calaveras. Jamie, this is Dr. Spencer Reid." 

Olivia stepped between the two men and turned to the team, "Jamie and I grew up together. He's like my brother. When I moved to Hell's Kitchen, so did  he." 

As Hotch's phone rang, Olivia groaned, "We have to go, the precinct is expecting us," Hotch said. 

Olivia smiled at Jamie and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, "I'll be sure to stop by later." 

"Before you leave, let me get you all a coffee," Jamie said with a smile that could bring New York City to their knees. 

"Oh my god," Olivia turned to Hotch with pleading eyes, "Jamie makes the best coffee." 

Hotch nodded, "Make it quick." 

---

"You're distracted!" Spencer yelled. 

"How am I distracted, Spence?" Olivia yelled back. 

The team heard the yelling before they walked into the conference room, "We have to stop this," Morgan said as he moved to the conference room. 

Hotch put a hand against Morgan's shoulder, "They'll be okay."

"You're too close to this case, Olivia! You're distracted by your father, by James, and this unsub!" 

"His name is Jamie," Olivia said in a dangerously cold tone, "don't you ever mention my father again. My father is always on my mind, this case doesn't change that." 

"You can't even look at the files, Olivia! You refuse to!" 

"I don't want to put a face to the bastard who killed my father, Reid! If you had let me speak before, I would have told you that Garcia looked into it for me! She found out that the original unsub had a son who placed in the foster system." 

"Oh," Spencer paused, "I didn't know." 

"Yeah, you didn't," Olivia turned to see the team enter the conference room. 

"I need some air," Olivia pushed through the team to exit the precinct. 

"Olivia, wait," Spencer pleaded. 

Derek stopped Spencer in his tracks, "Let her go." 

---

 Olivia went back to the precinct later that night. She and the team were surprised to find that a letter was addressed to her. 

"Like father, like daughter. Like father, like son," Rossi read aloud. 

Olivia ran her hands hrough her hair, "The unsub is the son." 

"He's after you, Liv," Emily said as she walked into the conference room carrying a file, "he didn't write initials on the body this time."

"What did he write?" JJ asked. 

"Her name," Spencer mumbled. 

Hotch pinched the bridge of his nose, "Why is it always you?"

---

"Shut up!" Ezekiel Matthews yelled, "You knew nothing about my father!" 

"Neither did you, Ezekiel," Spencer said. He had been tasked with talking down the unsub. 

"Where's Olivia?" 

"She's not coming, Ezekiel. Let's focus on you and me." 

The team had found the unsub and cornered him on the street. Just like his father, he was prepared to shoot himself out or die trying. NYPD and FBI flooded the streets, guns drawn. 

"Mom, you can't be here!" Olivia exclaimed. 

"Olivia, thank God," Maria Morales wrapped her daughter into a hug, "I'm so glad you're not the one talking him down."

Olivia sighed, "I should be there." 

Maria looked at her daughter, she recognized that expression. Maria bit her lip, that's the same expression she wore when her husband went to take down the first unsub. 

"Baby, I've been where you are." 

"What do you mean?"

"Oli, it's written all over your face, you have feelings for him," Maria gestured to Spencer, "What's his name?" 

Olivia tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "Spencer Reid - Dr. Spencer-" 

Oliva was cut off by a gunshot, "Reid!" Olivia shouted. She watched as he fell on to the New York City streets, the team and the NYPD weren't as fast as she was, Olivia didn't think twice as she grabbed her gun and shot Ezekiel. The team rushed into the scene, Rossi checked the unsubs pulse and shook his head. 

Olivia reached Reid before the rest of the team, "We need a medic!" 

"You look very pretty," Spencer slurred. 

Olivia let out a teary-eyed chuckle, "Thanks, Spence." 

"Y'know, you always look pretty." 

"I need you to save your energy," Olivia said while pushing pressure to the wound, "Why did you have to get shot right in the abdomen." 

"I'm sorry, Livvy." 

"What?" 

The paramedics took Spencer before he responded. 

---

"Oliva?" Spencer mumbled. 

Olivia instantly sat up in the uncomfortable hospital chair, "Spencer, oh my God, you're okay." 

"What happened?"

"Ezekiel shot you." 

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows, "Where is he now?" 

"He's dead, I shot him." 

"I'm sorry, Liv." 

"You said that already, Spence," Olivia said, twisting her hands together. 

"What do you mean?" 

"You said it before you got in the ambulance." 

"Oh, yeah, I did," He paused, "I'm sorry for the way I treated Jamie, I'm sorry for the way we fought at the precinct, and I'm sorry that history repeated itself."

Olivia nodded, "I'm sorry too." 

Spencer gave her a weak smile, "Is there any Jell-O?" 

Olivia laughed, "Of course," she slid him a cup, "how could I forget." 

Olivia stood up, "I'm going to go get the rest of the team."

"I'll be here," Spencer said.

Olivia rolled her eyes, "Just don't get hurt again."

"Yes, ma'am."

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Before the team left, Olivia made them stop at Jamie's bodega. Spencer promised that he would apologize and that made Olivia giddy. 

"¿Cariño?" Olivia called out. 

"I'm coming," Jamie yelled out from the back.

As Jamie wrapped her in a hug, the two turned to the team, "Ah! The BAU, we meet once again. What can I do for you?" 

Before anyone could speak, Spencer pulled Jamie to the side, "I wanted to apologize to my behavior. It was inappropriate of me-"

"No worries. If I saw that my girl was as close to another guy like Olivia and I are, I would understandably be jealous."

"Oh - uh, Olivia and I are not a thing." 

"The look that you wear when you look at Liv has been worn by many guys. She's dated a few, but I've never seen her look at someone the way she looks at you." 

"Reid, it's time to go," Emily called out. 

The team bid Jamie a goodbye and left the bodega, "We'll wait for you outside," Rossi said. 

Olivia nodded. She turned to Jamie, "What did you and Spencer talk about?" 

Jamie smirked, "Just guy stuff."

"Guy stuff?" 

"It's not my place to tell," Jamie said. 

Olivia let out a sad sigh, "I'll miss you."

"Oli, you'll be fine. I've been saving up to visit next month."

"Really!" Olivia wrapped Jamie into a tight hug, "I can't wait."

"Neither can I."

Olivia kissed Jamie's cheek, "I'll call you when I get home."

"I'm looking forward to it, muñeca."

Olivia rolled her eyes, "I told you not to call me that."

Jamie laughed, "Go, Liv. They're waiting for you."

"I'm going! I'll call you."

"Bye, soulmate," Jamie called out as she was leaving the store. 

"I'm not your soulmate, Jamie! I'll see you soon." 

---

Spencer and Olivia were sitting on the jet's couch. As the team slept, the pair talked.

"Are you okay?" Spencer asked. 

"Everyone keeps asking me that," Olivia replied. 

"Well, are you?" 

"Spence, we all have good days and bad days."

"Yeah," Spencer paused, "this was just a different type of bad." 

Olivia let out a wry chuckle, "You're right." 

There was a silence between the two before Olivia spoke up, "It's just weird now." 

"How so?" 

"My mother always protected me. She never wanted me to go through what she went through with my father." 

Spencer nodded, "I feel like it's my fault," Olivia said finally. 

"What? No, Olivia, this was not your fault. Every time we go out into the field, there is always a risk of getting hurt. This is our job, Liv." 

"He wouldn't have started killing if he hadn't found out who I was." 

"Olivia, what happened was not your fault. The people we put away do what they do on their own."

"Thanks, Spence."

The two talked for a bit longer before falling asleep. 

"JJ, quick!" Emily whispered. 

JJ quickly snapped a photo before falling back asleep. 

---

3 months later

"Hey, Hotch, where's the rest of the team?" Olivia asked as she entered his office. 

"They're in the conference room," Hotch replied. 

Olivia gave him a confused look, "Why did you call me in here?" 

"I wanted to tell you about this case before the rest of the team found out," Olivia noticed how his face seemed more somber than usual.

"Hotch? What happened?" 

"We're going back to New York."

"Hotch, please don't make me ask again, what happened?"

"Jamie Calaveras was found dead in his bodega 2 nights ago. He was missing his pinky."

"What?"

"The NYPD found a connection between his murder and others across the country." 

Olivia couldn't feel, Olivia couldn't think, Olivia couldn't breathe. She had just seen him last week. 

"Olivia?" 

She snapped out of her trance, "Excuse me?" 

"I asked if you were okay to work on this case," Hotch replied. 

"I'm going to catch this bastard, I don't care how long it takes." 

---

Translations: 

"¡Mi amor! ¿Dónde estás?" - “My love! Where are you?”

"¡No me digas!" - “Don’t tell me!” 

“¿Cariño?” - “Sweetheart?”

“Muñeca” - “Doll”

tags: @reid-187​ @queenspencerreid05​

[anunvalidcritic]

SPIDER-MAN: INTO THE SPIDER VERSE

                                                MOVIE REVIEW

(DISCLAIMER: MY OPINION IS MY OWN AND CAN BE DEEMED INVALID TO THOSE WHO DON’T CARE FOR IT.)

June 27th, 2019 the year of our Lord (whichever one that may be) I watch a spectacular movie that I can truly say that the awards won were well deserved. Spider-Man was the first superhero I can truly say I looked up too and he’s super duper awesome my dudes. I plan on rewatching the movie again so I can complete this post.

Man, this post is gonna be extremely long but it’s totally worth it!

I FUCKING LOOOVVVEEE THIS INTRO MAAAAAAANNNNN!!

“With great powers come great responsibility” - UNCLE BEN

AHHHHH THEY DID THE SPIDER-MAN 3 DANCE DEAD

YOU’RE MY SUNFLOWER!!!!!!!

The love that his parents give is amazing.

I’m glad to see an ethnic spiderman its dope that he speaks Spanish and English.

I understand that Spider-man is a vigilante

“With accountability comes great accountability“ - JEFFERSON DAVIS

He didn’t have to do MILES like that lol

DEAD THAT CLASS WAS QUIET AF

AYYYEEE THE CITY IS BUMPIN’ TONIGHT!!!!!

LOL MILES needs to get his face off that window.

Ayyee black people really do that stuff with that chill talkin’ being all smooth and shiiii ROFL

OOFFF

AHHH SHIT IT’S GOING DOWN WITH THE GRAFFITI AND THE SPIDER

SPIDER BITE

LMFAO BOOP!

Damn his roommate just loves to study.

That is a lot of sweat tho

“I’M A MAN.“ - MILES

Haircut looks cool though if you ask me.

“EVERYONE KNOWS!” - MILES

“WOAH SHE’S TALL” - MILES

PETER droppin’ bops huh??

OOOO THAT LANDING WAS EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!

That was some freaky shit when that spider glitched though. It kinda turned into a thriller movie for a minute.

DAAAMMMNNN a normal person would be dead

“Stanton Island maybe but not Brooklyn!” - PETER

You better catch him!!!

he better not say you only get one of th…….. AAAHHHHH HE SAID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE FUCKING SAID IT!!!!!!!!!!

PROWLER got a lot of balls flyin’ up on him like that.

WILSON FISK IS TOOOO FUCKIN’ BIG!!!!!!!

Dang, these glitches remind me of when Vanellelope has hers. (I think her name is spelled wrong but it’s whatever at this point.)

You know whenever people make promises they sometimes are hard to keep.

WTF HE’S BLONDE!!!!!!!! WOAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH HELL NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS MOTHERFUCKER JUST KILLED… AHHHHHHH

ROFL “Yeah I think it’s a BANKSY.” - BYSTANDER

RIO is the sweetest mom ever.

PETER should not have gone out that way! MAAAAANNNNNN

STAN LEE R.I.P

Boy, you better not jump off that building that black in you bette… LOL, HE TOOK HIS ASS RIGHT BACK DOWN!

damn, he messed up the hard-drive.

Aww, I love that ominous blue and red lighting… good symbolism.

PETER B. PARKER

Spider-Man for the last 22 years

blah blah blah workin’ hard and fallin’ in love

15 years past

buried Aunt May

Split up with MJ

Seahorses mate for life 

“Could you image a seahorse seeing another seahorse… and then making it work.” - PETER B PARKER

pizza is life

YEAH, THAT BLONDE SHIT THREW ME FOR A LOOP TOO!

“Adios” - MILES

DAAAMMMNN he didn’t have to do PETER B like that!

“Looks like a child dressed like spider-man dragging a homeless corpse behind a train.” - POLICE OFFICER

Aye, I fuck with the song that was being played through that guy’s headphones even though I don’t even know what it was. 

“Why is your body another shape” - MILES damn that’s fucked up 

GOOODDDDDAMMMMN THAT GLITCH FUCKED HIM UP!

These fucking sweatpants man

“DON’T PLAY WITH ME.“ - MILES (black people love that line lol)

“You good with that Spider-Man?!“ - MILES

“In my universe, this place closed 6 years ago. I don’t know why.” - PETER B PARKER (Probably because the restaurant has a C rating)

Was lowkey waiting for a roach to crawl across something 

I LOVE THIS SONG!

“Spider-Man doesn’t wear a cape.” - MILES (He doesn’t wear sweatpants either)

How tf did WILSON FISK get his BIG ASS INTO THAT CAR?!?!?!

lol his booty jiggled a bit hehehehehe

hold up this chick sound like Jessie from Toy Story…

WOAH either she a freak or she likes pushing people

“And I for one can’t wait to watch.” - DR. OC (WTF DID SHE JUST SAY!!)

LOL, HE HIT ‘EM WITH THE ‘HEY’.

Aww, they’re having a bonding moment! 

GWEN STAC(E)Y UP IN THIS BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Last 2 years

Joined a band

Saved her dad

Couldn’t save her PETER PARKER

Doesn’t do friends to save herself feeling.

Oh, we’re getting a little WILSON FISK flashback.

Damn, why is she driving so fast…

Something like that was bound to happen I’m sorry to say. 

This dude really got some board shoulders.

SPIDER PEOPLE

Why does PETER B PARKER have on two different types of shoes?

BRUH AUNT MAY CAME FOR HIM!

DAAAANNNGG AUNT MAY THUGGIN’ HUH!?!?!?!?!

TRIGGERED

DEAD AUNT MAY has “HELLO MY NAME IS …” cards

“Wherever I go, the wind follows.” - SPIDER-MAN NOIR

BRUH JOHN MAOULNEY

SPIDER-MAN NOIR

Year: 1933 

Job: Private Eye

Likes: Drinking egg creams and fighting Nazis (A LOT)

“Sometimes I let matches burn down to my fingertips just to feel something anything.”

PENI PARKER SPIDER

Year: 3145

Has a psychic link with a spider that lives inside of her father’s robot.

Lost her father

BEST BUDS FOR LIFE

SPIDER-HAM

PETER PORKER

Bitten by a radioactive pig 

Photographer for the Daily Beagle

Usually, when he’s not working like a dog he chasing a story

Likes to frolic and dance while doing it in his pants. 

SAD FACE EMOJI

if stitch had a glitch lol

PETER B PARKER really puttin’ MILES on blast. 

STOP FUCKING CROWDING HIM!!!!!!!!!!!

This movie is back on their spooky ooky shit

Damn only if he knew his uncle was the PROWLER...

LOL, THAT MUSIC!!!!!!!!!

RUN BOY RUN THIS WORLD ISN’T MEAN FOR YOU!

BRUH PENI’S FACE!!!

“This is a pretty hardcore origin story.“ - SPIDER-MAN NOIR

“We don’t pick the ballroom we just dance.” - SPIDER-MAN NOIR

OOOFFF WHEN AUNT MAY SAYS TAKE IT OUTSIDE SHE MEANS IT!

Of course, MILES dad is on the way

OH, SHIT SHOW HIM YOUR FUCKING FACE!!!

OH, FUCK!!!!!!

How the fuck you gonna be flying around without some type of bulletproof vest. DAMN SMH

Man, a kid should not be seeing someone die right in front of them. 

JEFFERSON didn’t deserve to find his brother that way. 

I’m glad they’re having a heart to heart to him. But that room is too small

“MILES the hardest part about this job is that you can’t save everyone“ - SPIDER-HAM

“Do animals talk in this dimension because I don’t want to freak him out.“ - SPIDER-HAM

Let the bodies hit the floor. 

“A leap of faith” - PETER B PARKER

At least his dad came by to speak to him.

He had that boy fucked up again!

AUNT MAY A THUG BRO!!!!

THIS SONG IS GETTIN’ ME HYPED UP AND I’M NOT EVEN IN THE FUCKING MOVIE!

Man them taking the bus is really killin’ me

Bruh the waiter

ROFL

BATTLE ROYALE BABY!!!!

YEAH MILES

“Do you have a problem with cartoons?!?!” - SPIDER-HAM

PENI I’m sorry to say but your BUD FOR LIFE is gone.

MILES is a smooth criminal!!

WILSON FISK BIG MAD!!

I find it so cool that each time they jumped back into the portal it was reflected off of them.

ROFL “That’s all folks” “Is he allowed to say that legally?”

WILSON FISK always tryin’ to hurt somebody damn!

NOBODY TOOK YOUR FUCKING FAMILY BITCH THAT WAS YOU! IF YOU TRULY KNEW YOUR WIFE YOU WOULD’VE KNOWN THAT SHE DIDNT GET JIGGY WITH THAT SHIT PERIOD!

THE SHOULDER TOUCH

MILES did that (with help of course)

C-Mobile = T-Moblie hehehehehehe

BRUH HE DID WILSON FISK DIRTY!!!

MILES MORALES

SPIDER-MAN for 2 days

Finally, finished his essay

Saved a lot of people

Spent time with his father

Got hit by a drone as well

Had a proper meeting with his roommate

Slapped his sticker where his dad won’t find it

Will always remember his friends. 

“Anyone can wear the mask. You can wear the mask. If you didn’t know that before I hope you know that now.“ SPIDER-MAN (MILES)

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Y’ALL THERE WAS A GLITCH IN THE SYSTEM! Everything and I mean EVERYTHING! So thankful I was able to salvage a little bit of it back. I really do wish I was able to get what I said at the end because I meant it. :( 

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EDIT: I was fast forwarding through the movie to get it off of my “continue watching” list and I discovered something at the end! So I’ll be making a bit of an edit. (This is a reminder that you need to ALWAYS STAY AT THE END OF EVERY MARVEL! (smh I made a rookie mistake))

James Blake has such an amazing voice

MEANWHILE IN NUEVA YORK

“I was gone for less than 2 hours.” - MAN

THE BEST LESS 2 HOURS OF MY LIFE!

oooo the man’s name is MIGUEL 

Earth ‘67

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH THE MEME THE MEME!!!!!!!!!!

“How dare you point at me!” - SPIDER-MAN

[ma-lemons]

rosegarden

Ahahaha so my friend @lethiepie had an excellent little thing: Oscar teaching Ruby Portuguese or Spanish, which I adore!! (I kinda imagined him to be Latino sometimes). A little disclaimer: I don’t speak either of these languages so google translate will be my teacher. This takes place at some random point in time. Doesn’t matter too much.

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Ruby couldn’t sleep one night. However, this time it wasn’t due to a nightmare or hearing people’s voices. Someone was... singing.

Her body ached from the position she had thrown herself in last night. She was sharing a room with Weiss and Nora, who were fine roommates. At least, Weiss was. Nora was a loud snorer, and it bothered Ruby most nights. She, on the other hand, liked to argue that Ruby was the loud snorer. Either way, Weiss would shut them up with a pillow to the head before they all returned back to sleep. She stretched out and blinked in the darkness. She could make out the patterns of Weiss on the bed and Nora on the sofa. Once her sight had adjusted, her ears honed in the soft voice.

She heard a voice, one that she had never heard before. It wasn’t a gorgeous voice, but it was one that reminded Ruby of a school choir and a mother’s lullaby. It had been a while since she had listened to music herself, often she forgot what it sounded like. To hear it was refreshing. The voice sounded strangely familiar, like someone she knew. Yet, the voice sang some indecipherable words.

Deciding sleep wasn’t that important, the teen slipped out from her quilt and sneaked out the door. She didn’t bother to tug on her boots, knowing that she might trip and wake everyone up. She passed her uncle’s room that she shared with Oscar and smiled a bit: she was glad that her uncle was starting to confide in her more. She knew that he had lived a long and difficult life, but that didn’t meant she wouldn’t do her best to be there for him.

The young huntress followed the voice until it grew louder and louder. She slid the door open, finding herself outside. It was a windy night, and Ruby felt her cheeks getting nipped out. Hugging herself she moved towards the smallish figure who was seated at the top stair. The lights revealed the figure to be Oscar, who was singing softly to himself.

Ruby grinned to herself and stood there, watching the young boy sing to himself. She wasn’t sure what he was singing, and she had never heard any other language being spoken before. It was beautiful though. It sounded like a rapid fire jumble of letters, but it had to mean something to him. She watched as the young boy swayed side to side, eyes fixtated on the shattered moon before them. A little while later, he had finished, and sat there in silence. Ruby shuffled forward, and propped herself next to him.

“Hey.”

Oscar jumped, further than she had ever seen him before. He was a few feet away from her now, and she could even see the slight pinkish tint his face had taken on. His chest was heaving up and down and Ruby laughed at the sight of it.

“Ruby! You scared me—how long have you been out here?” he asked, his breath shaky. Did she scare him that much?

The huntress bit her lip. “Uh, not that long. I just heard some singing and decided to follow it. That was you, right?”

He nodded, and regained a better posture. He scooted closer to her and nodded. “Yeah... that was me. Pretty embarrassing.”

Ruby shook her head. “Nope. I liked it. I had no clue what you were singing, but I liked it.”

Oscar didn’t meet her eyes. He clasped his hands together and stared at his toes.

“I was singing... a lullaby. My aunt used to sing me to sleep when I was younger, every time I couldn’t sleep. It kind of reminded me of her. Sorry if that’s super childish,” he admitted.

“Oscar, of course not! I think that’s really sweet.” She patted his back. “And I know you miss her. You’ve been so brave and I know you wish you could see you aunt, just to let her know you’re okay. I understand.”

Oscar looked up, giving one of his signature half smiles back to her. “Thanks, Ruby.”

She nodded. “That lullaby was really cute. What language was it in anyway?”

“Uh, Portuguese.”

“Portuguese?”

“Yeah... I’m part Brazilian, so I was taught how to speak Porteguese.”

Ruby had never heard of Brazil nor Portuguese but she decided to smile and nod anyway. She a made a mental note to one day brush up on her geography skills.

“That’s cool. I wish I could speak another language,” she murmured, hugging her knees.

“I... I could teach you. I mean, if wanted of course,” the farmhand rushed out.

Ruby’s face lit up. “Really? Thank you thank you thank you!” she shouted, hugging Oscar.

“Tomorrow then,” she grinned, standing up. Oscar nodded. “Tomorrow.”

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“So, to say ‘My name is Ruby Rose’ you’d say...” Oscar asked.

“Meu nome é Ruby Rose.”

Oscar gave an encouraging smile. She knew the words... but the pronunciation wasn’t too good. In the morning they had started to learn, they had gotten through pronouns and now he was trying to teach her basic sentences.

“Okay, you’re doing good, but it’s meu, not mi. Mi is Spanish. Try to repeat after me. “May-yoh.”

“Like mayo? So mayo?” He could see the frustrating growing on her face.

“Sort of. I mean, you do understand what you’re saying, and we can work on prounociation later. Do you remember how to say “Hello, how are you?”

“Oi... oi... something something...” she mumbled. She threw up her arms and rested her head on the table. “Face it Oscar,” she sighed,“I’m too stupid to learn Porteguese. I can’t think and I don’t understand any of it. I thought it was cool cause I’ve never heard it before, and I thought having a language only you and I could speak would be fun. So we could gossip about Yang behind her back and play pranks on everyone.”

Oscar raised an eyebrow. He didn’t know the huntress was so serious about learning the language. He felt bad, when an idea came to him.

“Hey Ruby, let’s stop for today and continue tomorrow.” Before she could get in another word, he ran off. She sighed and sat back. “Meu nome é Ruby Rose.”

“Whaaaat are you doing? I heard you and Oscar speaking all morning,” Yang said, poking her head into the dining room.

Ruby, sulking, faced her sister. There was no point of hiding it. “Oscar was trying to teach me to speak his language and I can’t remember anything. I think he’s mad.”

Yang stifled a laugh. “Ruby, it’s no big deal. You can’t learn a language in a day. It probably takes years to do so. Besides, I imagine he’d never get mad at you.”

Ruby sighed. “I guess you’re right, meu irmão.”

“I think that’s brother.”

“What?”

“I think you said ‘my brother’, not sister,” Yang clarified.

“How... how do you even know that?”

“Oh, when I was at Signal, we had a Portuguese class. We mainly spent the days watching telenovelas. I remember a few things.”

So even her sister could remember a language she learned many years ago? Why was she never aware that Portuguese was a language? Since when did Signal have language classes? Ruby groanerd, slamming her head into her hands.

“Rubes, take it easy. You’ll learn in no time.” Yang grinned and left the room.

You know what made her better when she wasn’t in a good mood? Reading comics. She needed to get her mind focused on something else. And that was how she spent the rest of her day, lying in bed, pretending she wasn’t thinking about learning Portuguese with Oscar.

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The next morning, Ruby woke up pretty early. She sighed and tugged on her boots, before heading downstairs. She figured she could eat some oatmeal (if she didn’t burn it) and practice with Crescent Rose before the inevitable lesson with Oscar.

When she headed downstairs, she was unable to take in the sight in front of her. Wherever she looked, there was a white sticker attached. On the tables, the chairs, the ceiling, the light. Everything had a sticker.

Ruby, in awe, shuffled over to the chair and looked at the sticker. On it, was written “a cadeira”. Below it, “A cadeira é marrom”. She assumed cadeira meant chair. She knew é meant “is”. So marrom....

“A cadeira é marrom. The chair is brown,” Oscar’s voice came from behind her. Ruby turned around, to see Oscar holding a bin of white stickers. He had his dopey smile on his face. “Bom dia!”

“Uh, that means good morning, right?” Oscar nodded. “Yep!”

“Bom dia, then. Oscar, did you do all of this?” she asked incredously. The farmhand nodded. “I spent some of my night doing it. I wanted to surprise you. I...I know how much you wanted to learn Portuguese, and I appreciate it so much. I know it’s hard to learn a new language, so I thought it would make it easier be showing you, instead of just telling you.”

Ruby’s face was blank for a moment and Oscar was scared she was upset. He had worked really hard to make this work. He wanted to see Ruby smile, and he wanted to help her achieve this goal.

Then, her face split into a smile, and she rushed to embrace him. “Thank you,” she murmured in his ear. Oscar’s face grew warm. He had also stickered his room to help her know the bedroom too. He hoped everyone else would be okay with everything being covered for a moment.

“But you know Oscar, Qrow’s gonna have a fit when he sees this. Weiss too.”

“Weiss likes me.” Oscar couldn’t say the same for Qrow. “You think I’ll be okay?”

“We’ll find out later, I guess,” Ruby shrugged. “Onward to the lesson!”

Well, as Oscar found out later, Qrow was furious. He had to dodge um livro e uma caneta being thrown at him.

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Months later, and Ruby was doing excellently. Oscar would record things for him and sing her little songs to help her remember things.

“To say you love someone, you say ‘eu te amo. Eu te amo. Eu te amo. When I say I love you, I mean ‘eu te amo. Eu te amo,” the girl sang to herself, while firing her weapon at a target.

“Hm, seems that someone is getting a little fond of a language,” Yang grinned. “I’ve heard you say “I love you” to Oscar more than you ever have to me. I’m wounded, Rubes, truly wounded.”

Ruby’s eyes widened. “Shut up, Yang!” She fired Crescent Rose at her sister, who easily dodged it. Oscar was sparring with Jaune, and he could’ve heard what she said. She glanced over to him and said, ‘Mantenha o bom trabalho!’” (keep up the good work!).

Oscar nodded back in approval, before striking Jaune in the knee. Team JNPR’s leader fell back but returned, parrying the farmhand’s next attack. Jaune was getting much better, Ruby was proud.

She had finished her trainings and went inside to get water when she found a note that was written completely in Portuguese on her sleeping mat. She translated some of it, and got the basic idea. Oscar wanted her to meet him in the living room for a “final test. She giggled at it. Over the weeks, Oscar had started treating his teaching like real school. He probably got it from Ozpin, and he would scold Ruby teasingly if she was late to lessons. A final test seemed okay. She wasn’t so good with writing, and her pronunciation was a little bad somemtiems. But she had to admit that she couldn’t believe she had made it so far in a matter of months. She’d have to thank Oscar sometime.

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Around 10 pm, Oscar sat on the sofa, waiting for Ruby. He had to admit, the first time he had offered to teach Ruby Portuguese, it was just to spend more time with her. He thought he did a pretty good job of concealing his feelings. But over time, he realized it just made him happy to see Ruby happy. She was doing something new that she started to enjoy, and he was simply glad to be a part of that.

Ruby walked in moments later, no hood and no boots and took a seat next to him. “I’m going to ace this test, by the way.”

Oscar laughed. “I sure hope so. It only has one question.”

“Aw, yes!” she exclaimed. “What is it?”

“Technically it’s not a question. But do you think you could sing the lullaby I sang to you a few months ago?”

Ruby’s eyes widened. She had only heard Oscar sing it a few times and always skipped it on the recordings because it made her want to cry.

“I don’t remember it all,” she admitted, disappointed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll sing it with you.” Oscar gave a supportive smile and started to sing.

A linda rosa juvenil

juvenil, juvenil

a linda Rosa juvenil

juvenil

Ruby started to smile and started to sing along.

A linda rosa juvenil

juvenil, juvenil

a linda Rosa juvenil

juvenil

She glanced at Oscar, and grabbed his hands. “Come on, get your dance on.”

“Yang said you hated dancing,” Oscar laughed, standing up. Despite how he behaved, he was very very nervous. He realized how close he was to her, and he felt the air becoming quite warm then. Ruby shrugged. She took his hands and swung him around, as they sang the song at the top of their lungs.

Vamos fazer a roda assim,

bem assim, bem assim

vamos fazer a roda assim,

bem assim.

“Shut up!” a grumpy voice, most likely Qrow’s came from upstairs. Ruby giggled and lowered he voice, before starting it again.

“This song is about a rose, right?” she asked.

He nodded. It wasn’t a typical lullaby that told children to go sleep, but it helped him as a child.

“Hey Oscar?” Ruby murmured, after twirling him around.

“Yes?”

“Obrigado.” Her voice was warm and sincere and they continued to dance and sing—until her uncle came downstairs, yelled at the sight of the two dancing, and dragged Oscar back to their room.

[pug-bitch]

That’s not why I’m going (11)

Forgiving yourself

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Drake Walker x Amara Suarez

Rating: some foul language, some extremely suggestive, and not one, but 2 VERY steamy scenes, around 60 diamonds each :D. (Yes, it got a little out of hand) This is absolutely NOT appropriate for people under 18. This also alludes to pretty disturbing content, regarding Amara’s backstory (trigger warning: death - if I say anything else, it will spoil the end of the chapter, but if you feel like this could trigger you, you could stop before the last section of the chapter!).

Word count: 4,130 (let me know if the ‘keep reading’ cutoff isn’t working well!)

Notes: This picks up pretty much where we left off, during the last night in Lythikos, starting with Drake’s POV.

I know I said yesterday that I wouldn’t be able to write much this week because of work, and it’s still true. The next chapter will probably come later this week or even during the weekend. I’ll keep you guys posted.

Also, I wanted to add a disclaimer. I disagree with Drake, I think Monster-in-law is an awesome movie and I love Jane Fonda.

*****

They had been standing there for a while, watching their friends have fun, and then Amara joined in for a couple minutes to try out a skating move taught by Hana. She had left her phone with Drake, not wanting to risk shattering it in a fall. Drake was holding it in his hand, when it suddenly started vibrating.

Afraid to see the dreaded name ‘Michael’ pop up, he carefully looks at the screen.

No Michael this time, it just said ‘Papi’.

‘Suarez,’ he yells out, ‘your phone’s ringing!’

She stops smiling and skates back towards him, visibly stressed out. ‘Who is it?’

‘I think it’s your dad.’

She sighs and says ‘I should take this. He never calls, it could be serious.’

He nods as she holds onto his arm to remove her skates and get back into her boots.

She adds: ‘Do you know where I can find a quiet space to call him back?’

‘Yeah, hold on a second.’ He waves to Liam, not wanting him to shit a brick again when he disappears with Amara.

Liam approaches, and asks ‘Is everything ok?’

‘Yeah,’ Drake replies, ‘I’m gonna take Amara to a silent place, she needs to call her dad back, ok?’

Liam, visibly relieved that Drake is now sort of asking him permission to spend alone time with her, acquiesces and goes back to his ice skating routine.

‘Alright Suarez, let’s go. Is it still ringing?’

‘No, he’s probably leaving a voicemail, but I’m gonna call him back. He had a minor heart attack about a year ago, so everytime he calls, I always expect the worst, you know?’

Drake smiles and nods, gently taking her hand, now that they’re out of view.

‘Here we go, this should be quiet and still within wifi range. I’ll leave you to it.’

She grabs him by the forearm. ‘No. Stay, please?’

He didn’t expect that. She was so private that the fact that she wanted him to be next to her while she calls her dad truly made his heart flutter.

She hits the FaceTime button and her dad picks up immediately.

‘Mija!’ he says enthusiastically.

‘Papi, are you ok?’

‘Yeah yeah, don’t worry! I left you a voicemail, I knew that you would worry otherwise. I’m all good, sweetie.’

‘Papi, this is a FaceTime call, please stop showing me the inside of your ear.’

Drake chuckled. Dads.

‘Ohhh, so I can see you? Wow, qué bonita eres, mija! What’s up with the snow? Weren’t you supposed to be in Italy?’

‘I’m in Cordonia, Papi. It has several climates, and now we’re in the North, near Switzerland. Isn’t it pretty?’

‘Oh it sure is, honey. Look, I don’t want to keep you from your friends, I just wanted to tell you something, ok?’

She sighs but her smile never falters. ‘Tell me, Dad.’

‘I talked to Michael. He said your last phone call did not go very well. He made a mistake sweetie. He didn’t mean what he said, and Lord knows I don’t agree with what he said to you either.’ Her dad’s voice cracks. ‘We miss him every day mija, but I also miss you. Please stop punishing yourself.’

Amara’s eyes fill with tears. Drake has to fight his urge to dive in and hug her tight. ‘Papi, stop… Please…’

Tears stream down her face, and her dad is audibly crying too. Drake wonders if he should do something. ‘Mira Amara, it was not your fault. Those things happen, unfortunately. It’s been two years. Please start forgiving yourself. Please baby. I miss seeing you smile. Michael regrets, too.’

Amara tries to collect herself. ‘I know, he apologized. I just can’t look at Callie’s little face without...thinking of Sergio.’

Drake hears her dad muffle a sob. ‘Me neither baby. But Nancy and I are worried about you. So is Michael. Please start living your life again. Can you promise me?’

Amara takes a deep breath. ‘Te prometo, Papi. Voy a vivir de nuevo.’

‘Gracias, mija. Te amo mucho.’

‘Te amo también.’

Drake can’t speak a lot of  Spanish, but he understands that this is a private moment, and he should walk away. But as soon as he turns around, Amara calls out for him. ‘Drake! Can you...stay for a sec?’ She whispers, ‘Say hi to my dad?’

He’s taken aback, but moved that she wants them to meet. She probably wants to show her dad that she’s not alone in the snow, but still, it creates a warm feeling in his chest. ‘I’d love to.’

He walks in front of the camera, as Amara introduces him. ‘Dad, I want you to meet my friend Drake. He’s been an amazing support here, and I want you to know that I’m not alone, ok?’

‘Nice to meet you, Mr. Suarez,’ Drake says with a wave and a charming smile.

‘Nice to meet you too, Drake, please call me Jorge.’

‘Deal. How are you doing, Jorge?’

‘Good, better now that I know my daughter has people to look out for her, you know.’

‘You can count on me, I got her back, ok?’ He wraps Amara in a hug, and Jorge shows a relieved smile.

They say their goodbyes, and start walking back to the group, in silence. Drake knew there was something dark in her past, but he had no idea Amara was feeling so guilty about something that had happened two years ago. Seeing her break down had broken his heart, and he wanted to help her overcome whatever had happened. He definitely didn’t want to pry, but he also hoped she would open up to him. Trusting him with meeting her dad was a good start. Drake breaks the ice. ‘I see where you get your looks from.’

Amara bursts out laughing. ‘Oh my God, you did not just say that my dad is hot.’

‘Well, he’s got your dashing smile, that’s all I’m saying.’

‘Shut up, Walker. Thank you for humoring me. I didn’t mean to drag you into my family drama.’

‘Please. It was my pleasure. Your dad sounds really sweet.’

‘On top of being hot? Yeah, he’s amazing. I lucked out.’ She pauses, and stares at the horizon. ‘I hope I didn’t scare you off. Meeting the dad pretty early on was probably not a sexy move.’

‘I like that you asked. And you were right to, because now your dad knows that you’re not alone out here, and that you’ve got me.’

She gives him a playful smile. ‘Oh yeah? Are you gonna protect me from the evils of this world?’

‘Well, I think you can defend yourself just fine, Detective,’ he whispers. ‘But what I’m here for, is to remind you that you’re amazing and that, just like your dad says, you should live your life on your terms.’

She smiles at him earnestly, and they peacefully rejoin the group.

*****

‘The bouquet of this one is very interesting!’

Drake, Amara, and Olivia were rolling their eyes throughout all of Kiara’s descriptions of each wine they tasted. Maxwell, wanting to stir shit as always, made sure to ask her for her opinion every time she took a sip, because he got a kick out of watching his friends cringe.

Amara had tried what felt like fifteen different wines and was starting to feel it. She was a tad dizzy and even the cheese Olivia had put out for them to nibble on wasn’t helping much. Everyone around was quite drunk, which she suspected was exactly Olivia’s plan. Liam especially was getting extremely giggly, and Olivia was all over him. The only person keeping it together was, unsurprisingly, Madeleine, whose stick up her ass was as stiff as ever.

‘We should play a game,’ says Maxwell excitedly.

‘YES!’ Hana yells, barely able to stand on her feet.

Olivia sighs but gives in. ‘Alright, what do you have in mind, Beaumont?’

‘Well,’ he continues, getting giddier by the second, ‘we could play Never Have I Ever.’

‘Oh shocker,’ Olivia replies, ‘that’s all you ever want to play.’

‘Because it’s FUN!’ he says loudly.

Olivia concedes and asks who wants to start. Obviously, Maxwell is the first to raise his hand. ‘Never have I ever...seen Liam’s butt!’

He giggles so hard that even Olivia has trouble remaining serious. Ladies and gentlemen, this is the nobility of Cordonia. (Plus Drake and Amara.)

No one drinks, except Drake and Olivia. Amara squeals ‘Are you kidding me guys? You’re drinking to this?’

Drake shrugs, ‘We’ve played sports together. We’ve seen each other’s butts.’

Olivia adds, ‘And when you’re three years old, butts are not that big a deal.’

Amara cannot believe this is the state of Cordonia right now. ‘Alright, drink away! I guess it’s your turn, Olivia.’

She clears her throat and carefully announces: ‘Never have I ever had sex in a swimming pool.’

Madeleine sighs with disgust, turns around and leaves. Maxwell says sarcastically: ‘...and she was never seen again!’

Everyone bursts out laughing, and most of the crowd starts drinking. They go another round, and it’s Olivia’s turn again. ‘Never have I ever had sex with a cop.’ She holds Drake’s gaze as she finishes her sentence, watching him drink. Jeez, Amara thinks. Olivia was really enjoying her newfound information.

Liam raises an eyebrow. ‘When have you ever had sex with a cop, Drake?’

He coughs. ‘I don’t tell you everything, Your Highness.’

The crowd oohs, and Hana’s turn comes again. ‘Never have I ever had a sibling!’

Amara knows this was an innocent way to make people drink, but her heart drops. She reluctantly drinks, as she watches Drake take a sip too. Hana couldn’t know how much this sentence had hurt her, of course, but still. She takes another big gulp, hoping for the pain to go away.

And it does, for a while; it even gives way to more fun, as she enjoys the company of her new friends. It was nice hanging out with these guys, and to forget about the competition. They go a few more rounds, until people start to scatter before dinner. Penelope and Kiara go back to their rooms to change, and Liam goes to Olivia’s study to reply to some official emails. Not sure it’s a good idea in his drunken state, but he’s the boss.

The rest of them continue to play for a bit, drinking more and more wine. Amara can’t keep her eyes off of Drake, and his muscular arms every time he takes a sip. She flashes back to him pulling her back into bed that very morning, begging her to wait a bit before getting up. She thinks about his kiss, his smell, his touch. God, she’s drunk. She’s not even trying to hide the fact that she’s staring, but why should she? It’s just Max, Olivia and Hana. They don’t care.

Drake excuses himself to go to the bathroom. Amara waits a couple of seconds, and makes up an excuse about having to call her roommate. If only Mia knew she was her alibi, she’d be proud.

She follows Drake down the hall, and waits until he comes out of the bathroom. She pushes him back in, a hand on his mouth to muffle his gasp.

‘Shh,’ she says. ‘Be quiet.’

‘God, Suarez,’ he whispers, his words slurred, courtesy of the wine. ‘You scared me.’

‘Not my intention,’ she says, unzipping his pants.

‘What are you doing?’

‘Nothing,’ she responds playfully, before planting a deep kiss on his lips.

Her hands roam inside his jeans, as he quietly moans. She finds his already hard dick, and strokes it enthusiastically.

‘You’re crazy,’ he slurs. ‘What if someone notices…’

‘Shh, everything’s good… we’ve got some time…’

She gets on her knees, not even thinking about the fact that this is a bathroom floor. She sets Drake’s cock free, and runs her tongue across his length. He moans, his eyes closed. ‘Mmm Amara…’

She wraps her hand around his balls, drawing more moans and groans from him, and takes his tip in her mouth. God, he tastes good. She’d wanted to do this all day. His breathing quickens as she takes him in her mouth, still massaging his balls. His hands stroke her hair, and follow the movements of her head.

As he is getting harder than she thought was possible, he guides her back up, kissing her deeply and unzipping her jeans. He quickly puts his hand in her underwear, caressing her already wet slit. She lets out a moan, muffled by Drake’s kiss.

He pulls down her pants and underwear, and props her up on the sink. After teasing her entrance with the tip of his cock, her moans let him know that he’s welcome to enter her. He pushes himself inside her, as she grabs on to his ass, guiding him in and out.

‘Fuck me,’ she whispers in his ear. His rhythm accelerates, and Amara feels waves of pleasure invading her. She’s still sore from their previous encounters, but she doesn’t care. She just wants him inside her, as deep as possible. She wraps her legs around him tighter, pulling him deeper.

‘I’m so close,’ he whispers, and so is she, she feels like she’s about to explode. She kisses him more passionately, their tongues enmeshed together, when she finally feels her orgasm rush through her body. She tries to remain quiet, but her panting does not leave any room for doubt. Drake follows suit right away; he tries to pull out, but Amara’s legs are still firmly wrapped around him, and he comes inside her.

Still out of breath, they clean up and put their clothes back on. ‘God, Amara, that was amazing.’

She kisses him on the lips, and says ‘So amazing. Thank you.’

‘Are you kidding? Thank YOU. Is it ok that I didn’t pull out?’

‘I’m on the pill, don’t worry. I just really wanted to feel you…’

He smiles and kisses her deeply. ‘Ok. Let me come out first. They must think I’m pretty sick by now.’

‘Ew. Go. I’ll fix my hair.’

*****

No one had noticed how long they’d been gone, thanks to Olivia’s bottomless wine collection. Dinner had been pleasant, they’d all been in a terrific mood, again thanks to all the wine. Madeleine had come back, and they’d all steered clear of any sexual topics so as not to scare her away again, even if the perspective of scaring her away was very tempting.

Fortunately for Drake and Amara, everyone was very tired and eager to go to bed, so they didn’t have to wait very long until they had their alone time. Drake was looking forward to being able to just be with her, and relax. Maybe also have sex again, although he didn’t want her to think he was a perv.

They get settled in Amara’s room this time, and she immediately gets comfy in her pyjamas, which are basically glorified underwear. Drake doesn’t complain.

‘Mind if I get comfortable too?’

She raises an eyebrow. ‘Suit yourself.’

He takes off his jeans and button-down shirt, leaving him in his boxers and T-shirt. Amara’s eyes light up. ‘Are you gonna think I’m an insatiable ho if I tell you you look really hot?’ she asks.

He chuckles. ‘I was gonna ask you the same thing.’

They get into bed, comfortably snuggled up in each other’s arms, and Amara turns on her computer. They briefly argue about what movie to watch, and even if he really doesn’t want to watch Monster-in-law, Drake enjoys the very normal, very intimate banter. So, this is what would happen if they were openly together? They’d have a normal life, punctuated with tiny fights about horrible rom coms starring Jane Fonda? Life could be a lot worse.

They settle for Hitch, which isn’t much better, but Drake likes Will Smith, so he agrees. About five minutes into the movie, he starts kissing Amara’s neck, stroking her stomach under her pyjama top.

‘Mr. Walker, is that a boner on my lower back, or are you just happy to see me?’

‘I don’t think that’s how the saying goes. Because the answer is, both.’

She laughs. He runs his hands higher under her top, and finds her breasts. God, he loves her breasts. Big, round, perky, the exact ones he would draw, if he was asked to draw his ideal breasts. He kneads them in his hands, gently pinching her nipples, which draws a few moans from Amara, who is starting to wiggle her ass on his erection. They truly couldn’t get enough of each other. They had started having sex not even 24 hours ago and they were already beginning round 5. He couldn’t help it, though. Not only did she make his heart skip a beat, she also gave him a boner every time she moved.

‘Do you want me to stop?’ he asks, not wanting to initiate if she was too tired.

‘Mmm,’ she moans, ‘please don’t stop.’

God, they were horndogs. He slides one of his hands off her breast, down towards the waistband of her little shorts. He knew she was going commando under there, and it drove him crazy. He slips his hand in her shorts, and as he finds her pussy and starts caressing it, her moans become more intense. ‘Oh, Drake,’ she whispers. She is so wet, still. He wants her so much. He loves her body, her curves, her skin, the smell of her hair...he couldn’t get enough. His cock is so hard it’s starting to hurt. He continues rubbing it on her ass, and she pushes hard against it.

He circles her clit with his finger, and slides one finger inside her. She lets out a faint gasp. ‘Two fingers,’ she says. He complies. His fingers enter her again and again, as she moves against him. Then, it looks like she can’t take it any longer. ‘Slide inside me…’ she whispers, turning her head slightly to kiss him.

She doesn’t have to tell him twice. He swiftly pulls her shorts aside, frees his cock from his boxers, and slides it into her dripping wet pussy, as instructed. She groans loudly. ‘Fuck… it feels so good…’

He realizes they’d both forgotten about their responsible behaviors as they had forgone condoms. Amara was on the pill though, and they’d had a conversation this morning about being tested after their last partner.

God, she feels good around him. He loses himself in the moment as he gently fucks her from behind, still caressing her breasts with one hand, and her clit with the other.

She turns around to kiss him deeply. He fucking loves her lips, the way she kisses him, gentle and sexy at the same time. Her kiss becomes more eager, and she whispers, ‘Get on top of me.’

He loves that she’s bossing him around like this. He would basically do anything she wanted him to do to her, and he finds these instructions extremely endearing and arousing.

So, he complies, and she gets on her back, her legs spread. He pauses for a second, to admire her. He pulls her top off, and gives more attention to her breasts before slipping back inside her.

He makes love to her for a long while, both of them very much entangled in each other’s kisses, and their bodies as close as possible. Amara holds him tight, still wrapping her legs around him to push him deeper inside her. Drake has to regroup and avoid coming too early; he wants the moment to last.

Finally, she asks him to go faster, as she’s getting close. He makes her come, and he loves feeling her contracting around him. It drives him over the edge, and it’s not long until he loses control too, exhausted and satisfied.

They fall asleep in each other’s arms, Drake being the big spoon. Before drifting off to sleep, Drake showers Amara with a million neck kisses. He thinks about how lucky he is to have found her, and how important she’d become in just a couple of weeks. He didn’t know much about what he wanted out of life, but he knew one thing: he had no intention of losing her.

*****

Amara woke up in a sweat, out of breath, with horrifying images running through her head. She calms down when she sees Drake next to her, his arms around her, and a worried look upon his face.

‘Amara, are you ok?’

She thought she was. They’d had an amazing, intimate night. When she fell asleep, she was so blissfully happy that she’d never thought that she would have the nightmare again, especially not tonight.

But the subconscious was a complex machine. Even though her night of lovemaking with Drake was on her mind when she drifted off to sleep, her demons regained control of her brain during the night. Probably because of Olivia’s little discovery about her past, and, most importantly, her talk with her dad about forgiving herself.

What she realized was that she couldn’t run away from it. Even in the happiest of moments, as she was entangled with the man she was falling for, her past was catching up to her.

‘Amara? Please say something. You were having something like a panic attack. Like you did on the plane. Are you ok?’

She’d have to deal with her subconscious. Maybe it was time.

‘I’m fine, I--’

She chokes up. She can’t even control it. She’s just so afraid of what he’s gonna think of her once he knows what she’s responsible for, and she doesn’t want anything to change, ever. The way he looks at her… She’s never experienced that before. And, despite her best efforts, she is convinced that she doesn’t deserve it.

‘Amara, don’t cry...what’s going on? Is it about your talk with your dad?’

She can’t do anything but nod, tears streaming down her face. She realizes she’s naked, and she wraps herself in the sheet, as if to protect herself.

‘Baby please, talk to me…’

He hugs her tight, and strokes her hair. How did she get so lucky? Was he going to be disgusted by who she really was, and leave her?

‘Drake, I...I have nightmares. PTSD.’

He nods, an understanding look on his face. ‘I figured. Did something happen when you were in the NYPD?’

She nods, unable to stop the tears.

‘You can tell me anything, Amara. I promise.’

She remembers the promise she made her dad, just the previous afternoon. To forgive herself and live. She has to tell him. If she can’t tell Drake, she can’t tell anyone.

She takes a deep breath. ‘My brother. He--he died.’ She pauses, and more tears flow out of her eyes.

Drake is still holding her tight. ‘Was your brother named Sergio? Is that who you were talking about on the phone?’

She nods. Damn, it feels weird to hear his name out of Drake’s mouth. They would never be able to meet. Sergio would have loved him, though. ‘Yeah. He...he was a cop, too. My partner was out sick that day and I--I’ She exhales. ‘I needed someone to go interrogate a suspect, and I asked him to go with me. It was supposed to be a routine interrogation, and we didn’t--didn’t gear up.’ She sobbed. ‘The perp had a gun. Tried to run away, we chased him into a corner. Pulled out his gun. Shot it. Sergio leapt in front of me to protect me.’

That’s all she can handle. She breaks down. Drake is stroking her hair, and kissing the top of her head. ‘I’m so sorry, Amara, that’s horrible. I’m so sorry.’ His voice cracks. She’s afraid to look at him. What if she sees something different in his eyes?

Still, she’d have to know. She sniffs, and takes a look at Drake. He has tears in his eyes. ‘I’m so sorry, Amara. I can’t even imagine what you must have gone through. But it’s not your fault.’ He kisses her forehead. ‘Your dad’s right. It’s not your fault. You have to forgive yourself.’

There is so much kindness in his eyes, so much understanding, so much compassion, when she expected him to push her away. He gives her a soft kiss on the lips, and wipes her tears away.

She takes a deep breath. ‘Michael was his husband. They have a daughter together, Callie. If it wasn’t for me, she’d still have two daddies.’

Drake wraps her in a tight hug. She feels just as shattered as she has felt for the past two years, but now something else had sprouted.

Now, wrapped in the arms of this man, whom she was falling for, under a flurry of his kisses, lulled and reassured by his kind words, she wanted to heal.

*****

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“Cuban Affair”

Disclaimer: It has recently come to my attention that this story raised concerns about how it’s not necessarily accurate for a Cuban, such as Rafael, to actually want to visit Cuba, given the oppression that Cubans were and still are subjected to under a Communist government.

Growing up with a Puerto Rican mother who was active in educating her children about human rights, particularly in Latin America, has truly shaped the woman I am today. I have studied Latin American politics in college; visited countries such as Peru, Haiti, Uruguay, and Argentina; walked with the Madres de Plaza de Mayo; visited La Escuela de Mecanica de la Armada where 5000 men and women were detained, tortured, and killed by their government, and worked with the Latino community in rural areas of Virginia. I am embarrassed that I would write a story and get lost in the romanticism of returning to your roots without even thinking of the ramifications that may have when the country in question is still run by a Communist political party.

So when reading this story, please understand that it is purely fictional and was never meant to offend anyone and I apologize for my ignorance on the subject.

Soft music played in the background of the restaurant as Rafael drummed his fingers against the table, turning his head when he heard the door open. He sighed when it wasn’t you, checking his watch for the umpteenth time that evening. This wasn’t the first time you were running late, in fact for the past month or so it had become a bit of a habit, you had even been coming home later than usual, blaming it on work.

Suddenly, Rafael heard his phone buzz in his pocket, he quickly answered without even checking who it was. “Cariño, are you on your way. I just ordered your favorite bottle of wine.”

“Awww Rafael, you shouldn’t have.” Sonny replied. The ADA rolled his eyes upon hearing your partner’s voice on the phone rather than yours.

“Sorry, Carisi. I thought you were Y/N. Speaking of which would you mind letting my fiancé go so she can come to dinner already.”

“What are ya’ talkin’ about counselor. Y/N left work early today, something about an appointment she had to make. She didn’t tell ya?”

“No, she didn’t.” Rafael softly said.

“Oh…..well, I’m sure it slipped her mind. Anyways the reason I called is because we’re getting close to the holidays and it’s always a slow time around the precinct. I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind me shadowing you on a case again.”

Sonny continued to ramble when you walked into the restaurant. Rafael barely listened to him, waving you over from the table. “Yeah, whatever Carisi. We’ll talk tomorrow.” He hung up the phone as you approached him, kissing his cheek.

“Sorry I’m late babe. I love Sonny but, my God, that boy can talk. I couldn’t get away from him.” You said, taking your seat across from Rafael.

He raised his eyebrow at you, “That’s funny...cause I just got off the phone with him. Carisi said you left work early for an appointment.”

You looked up from the menu in your hands over at your fiancé, your face turning red. “Oh….well.”  Rafael sipped his scotch, watching you squirm, he could tell you were lying. “You see….I had a doctors appointment….but I came back to work after that. “

“Sonny made it seem as if you didn’t come back to work.” The ADA said, quirking his eyebrow in suspicion.

“Well….. you know Sonny. He gets distracted. I mean the boy sees something shiny out of the corner of his eye and you’ve lost him. Anyways, let’s eat. I’m starving.” You said, quickly changing the subject as you picked up the menu again.

Rafael clenched his jaw, along with running late, you had been acting strange, always sneaking around and checking your phone. The other night you snapped at him for looking over your shoulder while you were working on your laptop. He stood there dumbfounded as you closed it quickly before storming off to the bedroom.  

The last time he had witnessed such behavior was back when he had been in a relationship with Yelina, which only ended in betrayal and heartbreak. It took a while, but Rafael had managed to open his heart to you. Your relationship was built on trust and love, he never imagined that you would be capable of cheating on him, until now. Not wanting to start a scene in the restaurant, Rafael decided to drop it and focus on his evening with you.

After dinner, the two of you made your way back home. Dropping your purse and phone on the kitchen counter, you headed towards the bathroom to take a shower. Rafael collapsed on the couch, kicking off his shoes and resting his feet on the table when he heard your phone buzzing.

The ADA stood up, moving over to the phone, the vibrations causing it to dance across the counter. Although he knew it would be a betrayal of your trust, Rafael couldn’t help himself and reached for it, two text messages popping up on your screen.

[Larry 9:02 PM]

“We’re all set for the week of December 16.”

[Larry 9:04 PM]

“You were so jumpy this afternoon. Relax, he doesn’t suspect a thing.”

Rafael’s heart dropped into his stomach, his hands began to shake, the room suddenly spinning, as beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. “This can’t be happening to me,” he thought. After Yelina had left him for Alex, Rafael promised himself that he would never be put in this situation again and yet here you were cheating on him with a man named Larry. Who has an affair with a man named Larry?!  Apparently you did.

Rafael poured himself a glass of scotch before deciding it was better to keep a sharp mind when he confronted you with your indiscretion. He threw the glass in the sink, glass shattering everywhere, running his hands through his hair, the ADA stood there waiting for you to come out of the shower.

You emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, surprised when you didn’t see your fiancé relaxing in bed. Walking down the hall, you saw him standing in the kitchen, his green eyes cold as they pierced right through you. “Raf…. everything ok?”

“Who’s Larry?” Rafael demanded.

You stood there stunned, turning redder by the minute, “I….don’t…….know who you’re talking about.”

“DON’T LIE TO ME!” Rafael boomed before taking a breath, trying to control his temper. “I saw your text messages. I know everything….I know all about Larry and the trip you’re planning in December. Did you really think you could hide this from me? How stupid do you think I am!?”

Now it was your turn to be angry at this blatant invasion of your privacy, “You read my text messages!? What the hell Rafael!”

“Oh so now you’re mad at me when you’ve been lying and sneaking around behind my back!” Your fiancé looked at you, a deep sadness settling into his frame, tears pooling in his eyes. “How could you do this to me after everything I’ve told you, after everything we’ve been through….you betray me.”

The realization that Rafael thought you were having an affair began to sink in, you stepped towards him, arms outstretched, “Raf, please let me explain.”

He shrugged you off, walking towards the door. “Don’t bother. I’m out of here.” You ran past him, almost losing your towel in the process as you blocked the door with your body. “Babe, please don’t leave. Just let me explain. Please I’m begging you! Please!”

He glared at you for a moment, rolling his eyes and moving towards the living room, sitting on the couch. “You have 5 minutes and then I’m gone.”

You ran to your bedroom, pulling a file out of your drawer before returning to the living room. Handing him the manila folder, you sat next to Rafael as he looked through the documents.

“What is this?” He asked, looking at various itineraries with a Cuban travel guide, hotel reservations, and plane tickets to Havana, one with his name on it.  “You’re planning a trip to Cuba….we’re…...going to Cuba. You and me?”

“It was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday…...so ‘Happy Birthday,’ I guess.” You softly said.

Your fiancé stared at you, a stunned look on his face. “That’s why you’ve been sneaking around.”

“Larry is an old friend of my parents, he’s a travel agent that specializes in trips to Cuba. I’ve been working with him to plan our vacation.” You explained. “We just need to make sure all of our documents, visas, and travel plans are in order before we go so he’s been helping me with that.”

“Oh my God….Y/N...we’re going to Cuba!” He shouted, jumping up and down on the couch, as if he was a kid on Christmas.

You beamed, nodding your head. In all the years you had known Rafael, you had never seen him so excited. “We’re all set for the week of December 16th. Figured it would be a nice change of pace from our traditional week of skiing in Switzerland.”

Rafael kissed you sweetly, smiling against your lips before pulling away, a somber expression on his face, “I’m so sorry I ruined your surprise, cariño and I’m sorry I thought you were having an affair.”

“Don’t apologize, I can see how you would think that but I would never cheat on you. I love you so much. You’re my world, Rafi.”

“I love you too.” Rafael cupped your face, caressing your cheek gently with his thumb. “For the record, you’re a terrible liar.” He said with a smirk.

You laughed, “I know...but it’s not easy keeping secrets from you.” Biting your bottom lip, you looked up at him through your lashes. “So…..you like your present?”

“Like it...I love it cariño.” He purred, pulling the towel away to reveal your naked form. “In fact, let me show you just how much I love my birthday present.” Rafael scooped you up into his arms, carrying you into the bedroom where he showed you just how much he loved his surprise.

A couple months later, you and Rafael were on an airplane flying into José Martí International. The ADA was beside himself with excitement, his nose practically pressed up against the window, looking out at the lush green island surrounded by deep blue water. As your plane slowly descended he could make out the colorful baroque Spanish style buildings of Havana.

He could hardly wait to explore the city that his abuela had talked about for years with such affection. If he closed his eyes, Rafael could still see the faint trace of sadness in her eyes, she had always wanted to go back, to show her grandson where he came from. “I finally made it, abuelita.” He thought to himself, holding your hand tightly as the plane’s wheels met the pavement, the sound of the engine roaring in his ears as his body was pushed back into his seat.

Suddenly the flight attendant came over the PA system, “Señoras y señores, bienvenidos al aeropuerto de José Martí Internacional. La hora local son las cuatro y 23 minutos de la tarde y la temperatura es de 27 grados centígrados.” As the flight attendant continued to speak, you looked over at Rafael, he was beaming with tears welling up in his eyes. “Cariño, I can’t believe we’re here. This is the best gift anyone has ever given me.” He said, kissing your hand. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too. Happy Birthday, mi amor.” You kissed him sweetly, before unbuckling your seatbelt, the two of you ready to embark on your Cuban adventure.

Translation: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to José Martí International Airport. The local time is 4:23 pm and the temperature is 80 degrees.

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