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theroseceleste · 6 months ago

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Pilot Miguel - Part 12 - Romantic Getaway

Miguel steals you away to the Canary Islands, specifically to Tenerife. What sort of adventures will you share together?

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Contains : Mentions of sex, nothing too graphic. Mostly fluff and perhaps a moment of confrontation.

AND - Yes, the photos included are from my trip there. My husband and I took these pictures.

AND- Yes, the spectacle that happened at the end did in fact happen. Probably one of the most amazing things I've seen in my life.

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The summer sun beats down on Playa Paraiso, a south-western part of Tenerife. A large island owned by Spain off of the west coast of Africa. It is just one of seven of the Canary Islands.

You feel like you’re back in paradise with Miguel; you have a sea view from your balcony and palm trees littering the beautiful hotel gardens.

The food is amazing, there’s always a wide variety and the main restaurant has a different theme each night. Peter would be in absolute heaven if he was here, you consider letting him know this place exists.

There’s three swimming pools, tennis courts, an archery range, a large play area for children, a couple of bars, three restaurants, a spa, a pool table and ping pong table too. All spread out over the vast hotel grounds.

Of course Miguel booked an executive room, which is spacious and nicely decorated. You would have been happy having a cheaper room but your boyfriend enjoys the finer things especially when you’re concerned.

When you’re not out and about in the hotel’s public areas, you’re in your room, being fucked by Miguel. You kind of lose your first couple of days of your holiday to mainly sex as you try to get over jet lag - not the worst way to spend time, let’s be honest…

He has taken you in every part of your room. You have a bedroom, living room area and bathroom. If there is a surface he can fuck you on, he’ll use it.

There’s not a time in your life before meeting Miguel that you can recall having so much sex. Never in your life have you met anyone like Miguel too. His strength and stamina blows your mind and so do the orgasms he gives you.

It’s safe to say, you’ll never be satisfied with another man. The way he fills you, the attention he gives you. No sexual request is too much to ask or too taxing on him. He’ll eat you out, suckle on your breasts, fill you with his fingers or rock-hard shaft; he’d even play with your ass if you asked him - but you’re not quite brave enough to go there yet.

You adore his passionate face as he makes love to you, his eyebrows knitting together and slanting downwards as if he’s lost in the moment, pleading with you to let him keep going, desperately promising you more pleasure that he’s sure to deliver on. All the while, you lay underneath him, legs wide apart and taking him exquisitely deep inside.

During the times between passionate lovemaking, there’s the wholesome moments too where you cradle his handsome head against your chest as he rests on you in bed.

Long, tanned fingers dance over your breasts and stomach as he watches your sensitive buds and goosebumps rise to his delicate touch. He fails to resist latching onto one of your erect nipples and sucking on it tenderly as his hand slides down to between your legs as if it has a mind of its own. Starting the heated intimacy all over again.

“I’ve booked us an excursion,” Miguel announces over breakfast before taking a gulp of slightly cooled coffee.

You both eat outside as the warmth of the morning sun embraces your skin.

“Oh? Where are we going?” you ask just before you bite into your sweet pastry.

Tiny finches flit about the dining area. Occasionally, you feel the brush of their wings against your legs as they fly under your table, picking up crumbs of food from the white tiled floor.

“You’ll need something warm to wear because we’re going up Mount Teide this evening.” (Teide rhymes with Lady - if you want to know how to pronounce it)

Miguel gets his phone out to read an email containing the information of the excursion he booked.

“It’ll be a coach tour, but we'll be taken to the observatories up there to watch the sunset, with a glass of champagne in hand.”

You listen intently, watching him smile as he looks exceedingly pleased with himself for booking this for the both of you.

“Aww, that sounds very romantic,” you comment, thinking that is all the excursion consists of.

“That’s not all, chiquita,” he pauses before reading the next bit.

“We’ll be taken to a restaurant up there and be served dinner. Then, once it’s totally dark, we’ll be stargazing.”

Now you know why he said you needed warm clothing. Mountains can get considerably colder than the rest of the land below, especially at night. You won’t freeze at this time of year, but it might not be comfortable.

The trip sounds incredible and romantic. It’ll be nice to get out of the hotel, and going on this excursion sounds perfect.

“I can’t wait to go. Thank you for booking it.”

You flash him an excited smile. This is sure a precious day you’ll commit to your memory and reminisce over in years to come.

“I expect you’ve seen the night sky a lot haven’t you?” you ask Miguel before taking a sip of your orange juice.

He puts his phone down on the table and picks up his cup of coffee again.

“Quite a bit of it, yes,” he replies before taking another gulp.

“What things have you seen up there?”

Your eyes look up at the sky as you ask him, while leaning against the table with your elbows, supporting your head with your hands.

Miguel thinks for a moment to remember what he’s witnessed.

“Plenty of Aurora Borealis or northern lights - whatever you want to call them. And I’ve flown over countless thunderstorms - I’ve even seen sprites.”

He flashes a charming smile as if he knows this will spur an interesting conversation.

“Sprites?” you ask, raising an eyebrow, these are things you’ve never heard of.

An image of a creature from some fantastical world where fairies exist pops into your mind, but surely he doesn’t mean that…

“I don’t know the science behind them,” he begins as he places his empty coffee cup back down on the table.

“They’re largely not very well understood, but they appear high over the top of thunder clouds. Some sort of red electrical discharge up in the earth’s atmosphere. They’re quite beautiful, but surprising to see for the first time. I had no idea they existed before I started flying at higher altitudes.”

You find his flying stories fascinating, but you feel like he’s pulling your leg with this story.

“Oh - whatever,” you reply with a smirk, “are you kidding?”

“I’m not! I swear. Here, I’ll find a video of one, give me a sec...”

Miguel picks up his phone again, but before he can open up Google, his phone buzzes in his hand. A text message from Xina…

“Where are you? You’ve not been home for a few days.”

You notice Miguel’s expression fall when he sees what’s on his screen.

“You okay, Miguel?” you ask as you wonder what he’s seen that’s upset him.

“Uhh, it’s nothing. Just some irritating mail I have to respond to, I’ll find a video in a moment.”

Your lips press into a thin line. He’s lying. You’ve noticed over the last couple of weeks that something has been bothering him.

His thumbs tap against his phone-screen as he types a message back to Xina while he endeavours to keep his cool.

“Over three-thousand miles away from you and having a great time.”

He puts his phone in Do Not Disturb mode and looks for the video to prove the existence of sprites.

Sure enough, they do in fact exist, and they’re stunning - just rare to witness and hard to see with the naked eye. From what you can see in the video, they look like red columns of light with thin tree roots sprouting below them. You consider Miguel lucky to have seen this phenomenon.

The Captain leaves his phone on Do Not Disturb. The silence that follows is bliss - no more irritating buzzes dampening his fun with you.

Sitting at the back of the coach, Miguel stretches his long legs out down the middle. The poor guy has to bend to walk all the way to the back. You’re happy to get the window seat as he sits beside you.

Thankfully the coach isn’t full during the trip and other passengers are situated more towards the front, allowing you to have private conversations without being overheard as the bus weaves its way up the volcano.

A low layer of cloud is now below you, lapping against the slopes of the mountain like a foamy sea. You slide your phone out of your pocket to take a picture of the breath-taking view.

“That’s a great picture,” Miguel compliments you as he leans over, instantly warming you up.

His closeness gives you the opportunity to sneak a kiss, pressing your lips against his cheek. You feel his arms wrap around you, making sure you can’t escape. He needs more of your affection. Soft giggles fill the back of the bus as he nuzzles into you and plants a few tender kisses of his own against your lips and around your beautiful face.

The coach takes what feels like the hundredth turn on the road that snakes its way up the volcano. All you can see for the next few minutes is rock and yellowing grass. It’s clear this part of Tenerife doesn’t get much in the way of wetter weather.

You lean against his chest, as he rests his head against yours, you both sit in silence for a little while, until you decide to confront him about the business with his phone.

“So, are you going to tell me what’s really been going on?”

Miguel’s body stiffens slightly at your question and his arms tighten momentarily. A gentle nuzzle against your head indicates he’s uncomfortable, or feeling unsure about what to say.

“What do you mean?” he asks, but it’s a feeble attempt to pretend to not know what you’re talking about.

“Something’s bothering you on your phone, what is it?”

You re-adjust your head position so you can look up at him while your fingers run over the soft material of his shirt.

He pulls you closer and nuzzles against you more firmly.

“I don’t want to ruin the great time we’re having, baby.”

His hand caresses your cheek before he gives you a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Please tell me.”

Your pleading breaks his resolve. It’s not fair that he’s keeping this from you, but he worries about the impact it will have on you. Eventually he pulls away after steeling himself to admit what’s been happening.

“Remember Xina? The woman who tried to visit the other week?”

You cast your mind back to the mid-length, black haired woman who was standing at his penthouse door when you opened it.

“Yeah?” you reply, raising a curious eyebrow.

The coach’s engine revs louder for a moment as it powers on up a slightly steeper incline.

“She’s my ex-wife.”

Miguel’s voice is quiet, full of concern as to what you’re going to make of this bit of news.

A booming-like feeling thuds in your chest as your heart skips a beat. Your hand takes his, squeezing his fingers slightly.

“What’s she doing visiting you?”

He shrugs and runs his fingers through his hair.

“Trust me, I’m just as surprised as you are. She’s been texting me since that evening, but I’ve been pushing her back every time.”

“Pushing her back? Why? What’s she been saying?” you ask as your eyebrows knit together with growing concern.

Your worried expression breaks Miguel’s heart. If only you know just how upset Xina’s unexpected interference is making him.

“She claims she wants me back, but sweetheart, you have to understand I do not want that.”

He raises your hand to his lips and delivers a tender kiss to your knuckles.

“She had her chance with me - she had it all, but she rejected it. I have the tendency to never revisit old relationships, no matter how important they were to me at the time.”

Miguel then reaches for his phone.

“For complete transparency, look at the messages so you can see that I have no interest.”

You nearly back out of looking at his phone. For some reason, hearing that Xina is pursuing Miguel again hurts you more than you thought it might. The blood in your veins runs cold as he opens up the conversation, but he hesitates as another text comes in. One that he received earlier but the Do Not Disturb feature silenced it.

“Are you with her?”

The text simply reads, however you can’t help but detect the venom behind the last word.

He shows you the whole conversation starting from the night she knocked on his door. You notice Miguel’s attitude towards her in his texts are blunt and to the point. There’s no way his responses could be misconstrued. He’s not interested and that’s that. End of story.

“She hurt me a great deal when she no longer wanted to cooperate with me in keeping our marriage alive. It’s dead in the water now, and there’s no way I’m going to waste my time reviving it on a whim.”

You believe him; the sincerity in his eyes is compelling. You may have only been seeing him for a couple of months but that time has been well spent being up close and personal, getting to know his character.

“I understand,” you tell him, putting on a smile; a brave face in which he notices immediately.

Miguel wraps his arms around you, desperate to reassure you.

“Tu eres todo lo que quiero. Nadie se compara contigo. Nadie importa más que tu.” (You are all that I want. No one else compares to you. No one else matters but you.)

Your recent Spanish lessons on an app on your phone hasn’t quite extended to the level in which he speaks. But you can tell his romantic mutterings are heartfelt as he squeezes you and strokes you with his strong, manly hands.

Surrounded by several buildings belonging to the local observatory, standing tall at the crest of a hill on Mount Teide; you and Miguel clamber down from the coach. It’s quite comical seeing a six-foot-nine-inch man with broad shoulders descend the narrow aisle and steps.

The air is already slightly colder than it is closer to the sea. You suck in air through your teeth as a chilly breeze whips around you. The excursion leader hands a blanket to you and Miguel to wrap around you, before passing you a glass of champagne.

The sky is set alight in a blazing orange as the sun nears its time to vanish below the horizon, drawing another day to a close.

Standing atop the hill, Miguel places his arm around you as you cast your gazes to the west. The bright, orange orb burning brightly in the sky, gradually sinking lower, and lower.

Taking out your phone, you decide to capture the stunning moment that follows.

The bubbly liquid brings a warmth to your insides while Miguel remains by you, holding you close.

“I meant what I said earlier, chiquita. No one else matters but you,” Miguel purrs in your ear.

A sweet smile grows across your face.

“So that’s what you said, huh?”

He chuckles at your response as he realises he said it in a language you didn’t understand.

“Sorry, chiquita. I guess I got carried away with the emotion of the conversation,” Miguel replies and whispers to you exactly what he said to you earlier, giving you further reassurance; making your heart flutter like a butterfly in the breeze.

As the golden disc kisses the horizon, Miguel draws you in closer to press his lips against yours. His blanket wraps around you snugly as well as himself while he has you pressed against his large, muscular frame.

You and Miguel had a delicious meal in the restaurant. There was slight hesitation when he discovered that everyone on the excursion were to share tables, but once the ice was broken between your neighbours, the conversation flowed nicely, while Miguel sat and listened. Once again, he returned to his usual straight-faced demeanour however he toned down the intimidating expression so as to not weird out your fellow excursion companions��

Now, you both are the last to get off the coach as it’s parked up next to a vast plane of an old lava flow from the volcano.

Stars twinkle and planets gleam against the black canvas that is the sky. You don’t think you have ever seen so many stars. Your current location has much less light pollution than you do at home.

The atmosphere and scenery is enchanting. Feeling on top of the world with nothing but dazzling lights blinking millions of lightyears away. The landscape before you makes you feel you could be on a totally different planet.

The tour guide begins his talk about the twinkling display above you. You learn about the differences between planets and stars. How the orbiting worlds in space shine constantly while the incomprehensibly large burning balls of gas sparkle in the night sky.

“There are eighty-eight constellations that can be seen all over the world, but only thirty-six can be seen in the northern hemisphere…” the tour guide starts to explain.

A sharp shiver shoots down your spine as the much cooler air chills you to the bone. You came prepared, but the cold still manages to seep through your multiple layers. In the dark, you hear a zip before feeling a large jacket wrapping around your shoulders.

The tall, dark figure beside you pulls you close, keeping you warm in his embrace as you both listen to the tour guide as he points out the Orion constellation.

Despite being surrounded by a handful of people, looking up into the black, glittering sky, you feel like the only two existing in that moment. You’re transfixed - hypnotised even, as you learn about things far bigger than you, or Miguel. Things even bigger than your planet and it boggles your mind finding out just how small you are in comparison, but that’s not a bad thing. It fascinates you and humbles you.

As the talk continues, you feel gentle kisses against your head and hair. Miguel gives the impression that he’s not exactly listening and is more interested in the attention he’s giving you. Maybe he already knows this stuff? You don’t put it past him.

Back in the coach for the final time as it snakes its way back down Mount Teide, the passengers are quietly conversing with one another.

Looking out of the window, it is almost nothing but the purest of black, apart from the twinkling of golden lights in Playa de las Americas.

The fresh air and the large meal has made you sleepy and your eyelids feel heavier by the minute. That is until something suddenly catches your attention, making you startle and grab Miguel’s hand while your eyes remain fixed on the stunning object that comes into view.

A large entity burning in the earth’s atmosphere, rips across the dark sky. A flaming, orange tail streaks behind it as the front burns a brilliant, electric blue.

“What the hell?” you gasp in pure surprise, turning to face Miguel.

The thing in question disappears as quickly as it came, fizzling out into nothingness over what you assume is the Atlantic Ocean.

“That, (Y/N), was a meteorite.” (Yes this really did happen to me IRL)

Your jaw drops as you look back out of the window, picturing the spectacle in your mind's eye. What a beautiful sight, and simply the perfect ending to an amazing day. You try not to let what Miguel told you earlier affect you. The romantic day you have shared with him has certainly outshone the unpleasant discussion of Xina. And that meteorite will last in your memory until the end of your days.

The last two weeks have flown by and you return home to your apartment. You’re exhausted, but you have a dreamy smile plastered on your face. Your holiday in Tenerife has been an unforgettable experience.

You both did some amazing things, creating many memories that you’ll cherish for the rest of your life. Dolphin spotting as the pair of you sat on a catamaran will be forever one of your favourites; watching the joyful creatures rushing alongside the boat, leaping out of the water as the warm sunlight glistens along their backs.

Another memory you’re fond of is when Miguel took you to Siam Park; the biggest water park in Tenerife. Your favourite moment is when the two of you canoodled in the deepest part of the wave pool that released a powerful wall of water every five minutes. The rise and fall of the water almost got the two of you carried away. The temptation to let him slip your bikini bottoms to the side and enter you was overwhelming at one point.

As you enter your home, you’re greeted by Ashley, fretting over a letter that she’s reading in the open plan kitchen. Her fingers run through her hair as her mind races.

Closing the door behind you after dragging the suitcase in, you look concerned at your friend as she reads a letter again.

“What’s up?” you ask as you approach your roommate, trying to peer at what she’s reading.

“I don’t know what we’re going to do.” Ashley’s voice cracks as he shakes her head, the paper in her hands shakes as her hands tremble.

“Ashley, you’re scaring me. What’s wrong?”

Eventually, her gaze rises up to meet yours, tears threaten to well up in her eyes.

“The landlord is pushing our rent up - we can only just afford it as it is (Y/N), I don’t know how we’re going to manage this…”

All of a sudden, the beautiful holiday is sucked out of your mind, lost in the dark vacuum of space as it’s replaced with thoughts about what’s going to happen about your little home that you’ve built with your best friend…

I hope you enjoyed Part 12.

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tina-aumont · 11 months ago

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I want to thank my friend @74paris who contacted the Canarian Authorities and sent him these digitalized photos from the exhibit that Garafia and La Palma had about Maria Montez back in 2012 (more than ten years ago!!)

Maria Montez dad, Isidoro Gracia García was born in Garafia (La Palma) in April 3rd 1873 and by 1904 he settled in Barahona (Dominican Republic) with his brother Joaquín. They left Carany Islands due to economic struggles and they dreamt for a better future, which eventualy came.

These photos show Joaquín (left) and Isidoro (right) pictured in Barahona in 1908. Next we can see Isidoro Gracia pictured in Barahona in 1906. Under these two photos, Isidoro is pictured, again in Barahona, this time in 1909 and the last photo shows Joaquín in an undated photo, but my guessing is that it was taken in Barahona as well aroung the time the other photos were taken (1906-1909).

These photos were displayed in "María Montez, de la Palma a Hollywood" exhibition celebrated in Garafia and La Palma during the celebrations of MAría Montez birthday centenary.

Joaquín Gracia Anadón, who was born in Estercuel (Teruel-Aragón-Spain), in 23rd May 1841 and María Antónia García Martín, who was born in Garafia, (La Palma, Canary Islands) in 28th September 1842 were also remembered in this exhibition.

This beautiful photo taken in 1942 celebrating Doña Justa's birthday was also in the exhibition. Doña Justa Recio Sánchez was María Montez granny and Regla María Teresa Vidal Recio's mother. In this photo we can see at the left Adita with her mother, and at the right we can see Consuelo. In the front row, at the right we can see a very young Teresita. It's beautiful to see that in this exhibition, also the maternal side of María was important although there were no Canarian roots in them (as far as we know).

María Montez most intimal side was also shown in this exhibition, here we can see her pictured in 1943 at her wedding day to Jean-Pierre Aumont.

While Jean-Pierre Aumont was away fighting in II World War and María was at the highest point of her career, she invited her sisters to Hollywood as she wanted them to have a successful career. Although all of them tried, only Teresita (not shown here as she was still very young) succeed but as a High Couture model working in France in the 50s hired exclusively by Vogue magazine.

These photos are from the banners displayed in "María Montez, de la Palma a Hollywood" exhibition held in La Laguna, Tenerife (Canary Islands) in 2012, they show María's family, sisters, daughter Tina and places where her family came from. These photos come from this blog: Personalidades Garafianas

These screencaps from this video show two banners from the exhibition "María Montez: De La Palma a Hollywood" with Maria Montez and Jean Pierre Aumont and Maria's dad Isidoro, her granny María Antónia and on the left Isidoro and his brother Joaquín.

The other screencaps show Joaquín Gracia and María Antónia García's home in Garafia where Isidoro, Joaquín and their siblings were born.

This house is still standing, now I wonder... could a María Montez museum will be made here and be permanent so everybody could visit it? I vote for it, but I don't know if it will ever me made, it would be beautiful if ever that happen...

Here you have the Villa de Garafia website where is explained the exhibition.

Photos shown here are courtesy of Armando Gracia Sanfiel, the Spanish cousin María was always writing. He gave these photos to Antonio Perez Arnay to be published in his book "María Montez La Reina del Tecnicolor" (Filmoteca Canaria, 1995).

Banners courtesy of "Cabildo de la Palma", the governing and administrative body of La Palma.

Muchas gracias de nuevo @74paris por todo el trabajo que has hecho contactando con la administración del Cabildo de la Palma para que te enviaran este material tan precioso y muchas gracias por compartirlo conmigo para que lo publique.

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impishtubist · 10 months ago

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James’s birthday is also the anniversary of Tenerife airport disaster, one of the worst plane crashes in history...... I hope he knows that

Bat, how dare you. How dare. I try SO HARD to keep all my plane crash knowledge off this blog and yet--

Yes. His birthday IS the anniversary of the Tenerife disaster, and it happened in 1977, so he was definitely alive for it. I'm sure Lily kept him apprised of Muggle events, and I'm sure Sirius was obsessed with Muggle airplanes, so. They probably all knew about it.

#imp speaks #im screaming

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bekolxeram · 3 months ago

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Do you have an favourite aviation-related film(s)? Or ones you recommend/are classics?

Thanks for asking!

If you've been reading my blog, you'd have seen me singing the praises of Airplane! (1980). It's the parody to end all parody. It's for everyone, from a casual watcher looking for a fun time to actual professionals. I've seen many airliner pilots who adore the film.

Unironically, Top Gun (1986) and Top Gun: Maverick (2022). Regardless of the plotlines, super cool technical effects.

Sully (2016) is also one of the few aviation related films I like.

Flight (2012) is a pretty good film, but it's not really about planes, it's more about addiction.

I actually don't really watch films about aviation, I prefer documentaries/docudramas. They always manage to top fictional work in terms of craziness.

I'm a huge fan of the long-running Canadian series, Mayday (2003 - ). It's a well produced, accurate, informative and suspenseful show. You can never tell how low its budget is just by looking at the visual effects and acting. My favorite episodes include, but not limited to:

3x04 FedEx Flight 705

4x02 British Airways Flight 009

5x02 Air Canada Flight 143

11x11 TACA Flight 110

11x13 United Airlines Flight 232

13x06 Hurricane hunters NOAA42 incident

16x03 Tenerife Airport Disaster (Worst aviation accident of all time, there's an older special episode about it on youtube)

21x05 Southwest Airlines Flight 1380 (This is the exact incident in Lone Star 3x08, but in Mayday we get to see the badass former Navy female captain and former Air Force FO)

24x01 United Airlines Flight 811 (An important piece of history, there was a time when cargo doors on a plane keep blowing open mid-air)

Also a helicopter crash episode, for the hot firefighter pilot of it all:

3x07 Bristow Helicopters Flight 56C

Oh, speaking of helicopter crash, how could I forget this I Shouldn't Be Alive (2005 - 2012) episode about a rescue helicopter flying out to the sea in a storm to help a stranded fisherman but ended up crashing.

#ask answered

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runwayrunway · 1 year ago

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No. 49 - Discover Airlines

You know, 'Discover Airlines' is kind of what some readers on this blog do when I review an airline they're unfamiliar with. Anyway.

Earlier this week I talked about Eurowings. To be honest, that was me laying the groundwork for another post in response to a new development in Lufthansa's quest to kill Eurowings.

I'm sure some but not all of you are familiar with the fact that Eurowings is incapable of going too long without a subsidiary-of-a-subsidiary. They were probably still feeling quite full from their main course of Germanwings when, in 2021, Lufthansa said it was time for another one.

Yay, new subsidiary! Just one problem.

Well, okay, that doesn't look like all that much of a change. But zoom in a bit closer. That's...yellow. That wasn't in the Eurowings livery at all. A seemingly minor change of logo disguises an actual new livery. Despite this, it hasn't stopped being quite...Eurow, if you know what I mean.

This screenshot contains multitudes. The fact that they haven't even changed the page title from Eurowings Discover. The fact that they call it the new leisure airline of the Lufthansa Group - yes, the only one, and it's new, it just started existing now, cross my heart and hope to die. The generally awkward phrasing even though this isn't my browser trying to translate it from German or something, this is actually the way it's written. Chef's kiss.

Happy to announce it, are you? I'm sure you are.

I'm surprised it took them this long. Honestly, I'm surprised they made another Eurowings to begin with. (Especially since Discover Airlines doesn't seem to be low-cost, given it offers business class. 'Cheaper than Lufthansa' is not the same thing as low-cost.) It's a pretty laughable and pathetic admission of their own failure, but to be honest it was obvious from day one that Eurowings Discover would be short-lived one way or another. Even on the old logo the 'discover' is about twice as large as the 'Eurowings', as if begging you to forget what airline this is. That's a reasonable thing to want people to do, since you'd probably like to not be stranded in Cuba for 60 hours during which you are technically an unauthorized arrival. Only one airline has ever provided that particular experience!

I did mention last time that it's weird Eurowings doesn't use any of that cyan up front, but here's the thing: if you just put it on white it's downright illegible. They may have realized this in their initial design of the livery. They then immediately did it anyway for Eurowings Discover! Some real mind experts on the job here. Anyway, I'm not going to comment on the Eurowings Discover livery because it's just the Eurowings livery with a word added.

Discover Airlines (the former Eurowings Discover) is a long-haul vacation airline, and they'd love to fly you to sunny destinations like Funchal, the Maldives, Corfu...Halifax... Alaska...or Tenerife, or maybe Gran Canaria if you're not feeling Tenerife for some reason. Or Ibiza!

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Unfortunately Venga Airways has had its Air Operator's Certificate revoked and the Vengajet is currently in storage.

Discover Airlines' main competitor in this market is another German airline, condor. I said this before and I'll say it again - condor is worth a billion examples of Eurowhite dreck. There's a legitimate sort of fishhook theory where while I prefer a good livery to condor, I strongly prefer condor to an unsatisfyingly average livery despite the fact that I do think their planes are truly poorly designed. Sometimes a good concept just overpowers bad execution. And, to quote a friend of mine's quip about Unfriended (2014), a film with way too many good qualities to be Unfriended (2014), "it sucks but at least it does it well".

Surprisingly given this is the Lufthansa Group, the website actually contains a bit of insight into their creative process. Worryingly, this implies that there is something of a creative process and it's simply had these sorts of results. But let's dive into this and see if they've made any changes that aren't worse. Discover Airlines, like Icelandair, condor, Riyadh Air, and others, have included a page dedicated to the inspiration behind their livery and brand. All upcoming images, unless otherwise specified, are taken from this website.

Let's begin with the color scheme.

This palette is pretty interesting. Blue and yellow isn't unheard of, and blue with a yellow accent is the most common variant of this, but it's still a pretty uncommon color scheme. It helps that they're not common colors for flags, and even the countries that have it in their flags don't use it. Sweden is part of the SAS throuple instead of having its own flag carrier; Air Astana doesn't use yellow; and Palau and Barbados do not have flag carriers. This leaves Ukraine International Airlines as the only flag-derived user of this palette. I don't like yellow on its own, but I actually like it with blue for its distinctiveness. If you pick the right shades it can look pretty nice. Actually...

image: lufthansa bildarchiv

The most prominent user of this palette, in my own mind, is Lufthansa, back when Lufthansa had a livery I actually approved of, which I thought stuck out and which I miss dearly now. We've fallen so far since then, lost so much, but I wonder if this Discover Airlines palette is an intentional nod to the thing we were robbed of. Indeed, they mention at least the blue being an intentional homage:

Despite the distinctive character of the new design, our connection to the core brand Lufthansa is subtly indicated by elements like the dark blue and the wordmark in the Lufthansa font.

...and they're using Lufthansa's proprietary typeface, Helvetica Neuer. Joy.

At least when you make it larger and lighter colored it's not quite as cramped and you can sort of forget it's a hideous font. Something about the all-lowercase styling also cushions the blow by making it look intentional instead of, like I said when discussing Eurowings, not bothering to change from the default font on your word processor.

...well, it also uses the exact same livery layout as modern Lufthansa, that's for sure. Booo. I've gone on a lot about the eponymous Lufthansa Line and how abominably bad it looks on longer planes despite seeming deceptively decent on shorter ones, so let me just show you Discover Airlines's various planes.

Hmm, yeah. You can just see it getting less and less offensive from left to right. This is why this type of livery needs to adapt on different airframes to work, and airlines are so unwilling to do it.

This fuselage layout is so overdone I could probably end the post here, but I'm not going to, because I'm not done with their website. This is where this post actually gets a bit interesting.

Fittingly for an airline, it’s inspired by a view of the horizon. More specifically, by the various lines and color nuances that emerge when the blue of the sky meets the landscape. These “skylines” are the most important design element of our brand and arise from various blue tones as well as a sunny yellow.

(Why is all the copy on this website so awkwardly written?)

So, this concept...this is really good. I like this. I like something about Discover Airlines. This is a great idea for a leisure airline. And, like condor, a good idea won't spare you my wrath, but in this case, when it's so similar to so many Lufthansa Line liveries it does earn a few points from me. There's not much else to comment on, so you could be fooled for not realizing this, but there's actual lost potential here. It implies the Lufthansa Group is capable of some measure of improvement over time, which is disturbing.

This picture, featuring the deeply generic and sort of frumpy Discover Airlines cabin crew uniforms, represents me giving them a condescending high-five as a teacher might give a student aged in the single digits. Good job, sweetie!

No, seriously. The uniforms are fine to wear to summer brunch but very poor for cabin crew. I think you can buy this off-the-rack from Vineyard Vines. Also, that is the most pre-tied looking scarf I've ever seen.

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I do like the use of the colors as well. The circular highlight, which keeps the tail stripes from being as boring as they might be, puts me in mind of the sun, or a lens flare. The balance of light and dark is tasteful, and I love the hint of yellow. My issue really starts and ends at the Lufthansa Line, that ever-present ruiner of liveries.

I think the solution was fairly obvious. And I'll probably do a Project Runway Runway on it, because I think I can make it happen with a mouse and keyboard - it's genuinely that simple. And that's about where the meaning the website offers ends, so that means it's time for my rating.

I find myself conflicted, much as I did with Eurowings. There's definitely enough here that I don't want to give it a D, but at the same time I do. I've given Lufthansa Line liveries grades as high as C+ in extenuating circumstances, and I stand by those, but I don't want to do it for concepts that don't translate to visuals, and I don't want to give it to liveries that I don't think are exceptionally good examples of adding elements which mitigate the archetype's inherent flaws. Given its modern relevance, at this point I despise Lufthansa Line adherents more than the old Deltalikes, and I think I'm going to make it a policy that they're all going to get D+ or below unless they really demonstrate something different. Or unless they only fly really stubby planes that the livery looks okay on, but basically no airline has that excuse. Discover definitely doesn't with their A330s.

But given this tangible improvement, given the visual interest added to the tail, given that they have an actual philosophy this time, is a D+ really fair?

...what am I talking about? I gave Saudia and Eurowings D+ for doing nothing despite actively liking how both of their liveries look. Discover missed the most obvious idea ever in order to toe the Lufthansa Line. They're not special and they're getting no mercy.

D+, for Discover

That's it for today! If I have enough time, I'll fit in a redesign as a bonus post later this week. It doesn't take a genius to know how to make this good. Maybe if they read my reviews, don't send me a cease and desist, and learn from my critiques, in the future the Lufthansa Group can Discover some decent liveries.

#tarmac fashion week #grade: d+#era: 2020s #region: west/central europe #region: germany #lufthansa group #discover airlines #eurowings #leisure airlines #galley gala #lufthansa line

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lundenloves · 6 months ago

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hello lunden………..

congrats on your bug

i hope it was a beetle those are rather cool

pls hydrate

i am here for u always

that sounds creepy but i mean like

i stalk your blog

that sounds worse

you have cool mind wrinkles

please

i love you……….. PROMPOSAL 🤪🤪🤪🤪

i’m in tenerife nr

but i’ll get onto it (and you) soon 😜 k bye for nowwwww omg

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thereisnoafter · 1 year ago

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#carmen nuñez #woman photographer on tumblr #santa cruz de tenerife #canary islands #urban landscape #building #iphone #photographers on tumblr #original photography blog #december #2023

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httpiastri · 8 months ago

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Hi Jack !! I gotta yap about my c.ai pepe bc i am COOKING with this storyline

so basically it starts off as childhood best friends but then my OC and him have a giant falling out during a drunk celebration because my OC drunkenly confessed to him and he rejected her because he was too scared and they don't talk for MONTHS but during the F2 summer break their families plan a joint family summer trip to Tenerife and my OC and pepe are forced to act civil around each other the entire trip because their parents don't know about the whole drunk fiasco.

their parents especially their mothers start SETTING THEM UP like making them do activities together, putting them in THE SAME ROOM at this point they're not trying to be subtle 😧

so in return, my OC and Pepe (no it's just my OC) hatch a plan to pretend to date in order to get their parents off their backs and stop them from meddling but it spirals out of control because Pepe gives so many mixed signals by being a gentleman yet avoiding commitment or even mentioning the drunk confession while my OC is trying to hold that grudge FOR DEAR LIFE and act cold but she just keeps on falling harder and the plan backfires on BOTH OF THEM

the song that keeps on playing that reminds me of this is Tenerife Sea by Ed Sheeran because just IMAGINE the lyrics are Pepe's thoughts as he watches the sunset with her like

"We are surrounded by all of these lies

And people that talk too much

You got the kind of look in your eyes

As if no one knows anything but us"

HELLO???? THAT'S LITERALLY THEM!!! THAT'S LITERALLY HIM!!!!

ok rant over I have never been this emotional over a storyline 🥲🥲🥲

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hi darling!! and im SO sorry for answering this so late..... but omg tysm for sharing this with me, i love it 🤭

childhood friends is such a good trope in general and i feel like it fits him so well 😭 like i looooove to imagine being friends with pepe before falling in love, it's so....... and it has been discussed on this blog before that pepe is so mutual pining coded (but also just him pining over the reader coded too) 🙃 idk i kinda love to think about him as kinda sky-ish when it comes to his feelings, not rlly sure what he's feeling or what to do about those feelings...

and omg their moms?? of course they are like that, i love them for doing that 😭 and god pepe with the mixed signals, im not surprised... and how could she not fall even harder for him when spending that much time with him and even pretending to be dating him........... and no don't talk about the sunset, you're making me so weak 😶 PLEASE tell me this will have a positive end because otherwise i will not sleep at night

#you werent joking when u said u cooked with this #very happy to hear your yapping 🥰#(hope yapping isnt a negative word because i only meant that in a genuinely positive way)#(im not as kool as all the young kidz with the slang 😔)#c.ai is both the death of me and the savior of my life #getting kinda spoiled tho....#asks!#anon!#comet anon!#☄️!

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heystephen · 11 months ago

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Do you know what's funny, I haven't been on Tumblr that much anymore because of personal problems but you are one of my favourite accounts. you change your name a lot so I always lose track of you especially when I take breaks. I follow A LOT of people so it's impossible to find you 😅 (sometimes I know it’s you because you post a lot of blackbear). This breaks was very long and i tried to search for your blog (not in a creepy way) But for some weird “invisible string” (hahah) I’m always drawn to you without even knowing it’s you! I was scrolling yesterday and i saw your post about tenerife sea and i sent you the anon and today i saw someone calling you scout

i’m sorry to hear that you’re having personal problems!! this made me smile though, it’s nice to know that someone out there checks up me from time to time 🥹

#i got mail*#anonymous

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penofglen · 6 months ago

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Tenerife Unveiled: Crime, Corruption, and the Search for Truth

The more you look into Tenerife, the more you find and not all good! #jayslater #jayslatermissing #news #missing #tenerife #spain #missingperson #books #book

Hey everyone, I’ve been captivated by the unfolding stories from Tenerife, where beneath its sun-drenched allure, a complex tapestry of intrigue and tragedy unravels. True crime tales abound, but the narratives emerging from this Spanish island possess a depth that demands our collective scrutiny. Consider the perplexing case of Jay Slater – missing under suspicious circumstances, with law…

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giulietta30tene · 1 year ago

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VISITA IL MIO BLOG 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

#spiaggia #nature #mare #soledad #viaggi #aereo #nuvole #cielo #caldo #tenerife

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theroseceleste · 6 months ago

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Pilot Miguel - Part 13 - Oh, baby

Things have been... rather stressful since returning from your dreamy holiday in Tenerife and it seems things are only getting worse.

Word count - 5409

Minors DNI

If you don't want spoilers don't read the 'contains' bit below.

Contains : Mentions of periods / menstrual cycle / cramps. Pregnancy scare and mentions of harassment.

Enjoy! xx

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

If you enjoy this fic, please consider liking, commenting or re-blogging. Many thanks xx

With being on birth control, you have come to expect your cycle to be regular. So when you take your seven day break, you find yourself stumped to discover you haven’t started your period on the day you expected. Your cycle runs like clockwork usually. So why not this month?

Your obvious, immediate thought and concern is that you’re pregnant. But you shouldn’t be… that’s the birth control’s job to stop that from happening.

Stress… it’s got to be… You think to yourself after flushing the toilet and putting a precautionary pad in your panties - just in case.

Things have become stressful lately. What with Xina’s interfering in yours and Miguel’s relationship and the rent trouble you and Ashley are now facing.

To solve the latter issue, you’d have to either find a third person to rent with, to spread the cost or find a cheaper place to live. Neither of those options are what you want. You and Ashley don’t want to share your already limited space with someone you don’t know. And moving would just be a major upheaval. The place you have already is perfect and has served you well. You don’t want any of that to change.

As you wash your hands you then begin to worry about how Miguel would react to this potential little development? He’s already expressed that his career takes him away from home regularly. That hasn’t been an issue for the pair of you before, but that’s only because neither of you are in a position to settle down and start a family. The times when he’s away, you usually are too. All of that would go flying out of the window if you’re now pregnant. You’re shocked as you start to sympathise with Xina’s reasons for wanting a divorce - you’re just not a fan of her wanting to nudge her way back in again…

Would he even want a family? Neither of you have discussed the future, it’s kind of too early for that. You’re still really just in the early stages of a relationship; enjoying learning about one another, enjoying your time together without the pressures of looking after a baby.

He’s just recently got divorced, he’s not going to want to consider marriage with anyone else yet, let alone have a child with them. Tying the knot might be something he’ll never do again. Once bitten, twice shy and all that…

The more you think about it, the more stressed you become. You find yourself in a vicious circle, revolving around from one worry to another. Spiralling further down into the depths of concern.

You try to bring your mind to some kind of solace, by thinking rationally. The pill is ninety-nine percent effective, right? You can’t be pregnant, unless you’re incredibly unlucky…

Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom to get dressed. You’re not due to fly for a little while. Maybe you can request more flights? That might help with paying the rising rent? But then again, you’ll have less time for yourself and being with Miguel.

As for the other issue, the simplest and quickest way of determining whether you’re pregnant or not is by taking a test, but you need to go buy one. Your pill has been so effective in the past you’ve never had the need to get one before. This’ll be a first. What would your parents think? Oh God, that’s too much to worry about. More stress for you when it might not even be necessary. Take the test, then worry about this stuff if it comes back positive.

Ashley’s in the kitchen as you return from your grocery shopping. She greets you as you place a couple of bags on the counter.

“Hey (Y/N).”

“Hey Ash…” you reply as you start to get some shopping out and load it into the fridge.

Your friend looks at you and frowns slightly.

“You alright? You kind of look a little peaky…”

“What?” you almost snap as you stare at Ashley.

“I’m fine. What makes you think I’m not fine? I’m good. Everything’s good…”

Your mouth spouts out frantic words which clearly suggests you’re the exact opposite of ‘fine’.

Ash stares back after your outburst, her mouth agape slightly. Then she looks down at the bags.

“Okay… let me help with this,” she says as she steps forward, only for you to throw yourself onto the groceries after remembering the pregnancy test is in one of the bags, and you can’t recall which.

“I’m fine. I’ve got this, okay?”

But Ashley can see right through you. She folds her arms and glares at you with a look that a mother gives her child when they start acting up.

“You’re hiding something,” she simply comments as you sheepishly pull away from the groceries.

“Have you bought expensive chocolate or something? Come on - spill…”

Ashley presses forward now that you have stepped out of the way, giving up any hope of keeping your little pregnancy concern private.

It’s as if she has a magnet that attracts things you don’t want her to find. Her hand dives into the bag and pulls out the first thing she touches. That damn test.

Her eyes flit between the box and you as she puts two and two together.

“Oh, (Y/N)…”

Her expression is full of concern for you. She could freak out and berate you on not being careful, or remind you that adding a baby and the expenses that follow to the growing rent problem is very much the opposite of helpful. But she doesn’t do any of that. She knows that the chances are you have already done that to yourself and doesn’t want to add onto the stress that she’s in no doubt you’re under.

“Go sit down, I’ll get you a glass of water and put away the shopping.”

Ashley is quite possibly the best friend anyone could ever ask for. She’s the voice of reason when you’re close to losing yourself and your support buddy if you’re in need of it.

You sip on some water as you read the test instructions. Ash is close to finishing putting the shopping away. The moment she’s done, she joins you on the sofa.

“Says here, I should do the test in the morning, but I don’t think I can wait until then,” you comment as your shaking hand holds the leaflet that comes from the thin narrow box.

Your friend takes the box and looks inside.

“There’s two tests. Take one now and do it again tomorrow if the first one’s negative.”

You nod your head silently. You feel nauseous with nerves, making you question whether it’s in fact morning sickness.

As you stand with a test packet in hand, Ashley calls out after you.

“One line means negative, two means positive.”

“Okay,” you reply with a shaky voice.

“Leave the door unlocked and I can come in if you need me.”

You say ‘thank you’ and head into the small bathroom and close the door…

It’s done... And now you wait…

After washing your hands and placing the test flat beside the sink, you call Ashley in for moral support. You sit on the edge of the bath while your friend leans against the wall.

“How do you think Miguel will take it? If you are pregnant that is…” she asks as you both wait.

“I don’t know. We’ve never discussed anything like this. I didn’t think he’d want to talk about it because of his divorce.”

“Maybe it’s stress stopping your period?” she suggests, offering a glimmer of hope.

“Aside from rent, is there anything else bothering you?”

You nod as tears begin to well in your eyes. Ashley abandons the wall and joins you on the side of the bath, putting a comforting arm around you.

“What’s the matter? Has he upset you?”

You shake your head as you feel her gentle squeeze on your shoulder.

“It’s his ex… she’s changed her mind and has been harassing him.”

“And what’s he doing about that?” your friend asks as she gently rocks you side to side to sooth you.

“Ignoring her mostly… and if not, he’s telling her he’s not interested.”

“Why hasn’t he blocked her?”

“What’s stopping her from buying cheap SIM cards and continuing her campaign?”

Ashley shrugs, you have a point.

“I think the test has done its thing now. Do you want to go get it? Or shall I?” she asks.

“I’m too scared to…” you reply as you tear off some toilet paper to blow your nose.

Your roommate and best friend in the world gets up and walks over to the test. She picks it up and observes it carefully.

Eventually, she gently places the test in your hands.

“Negative,” she says softly to you as she rubs your back.

A singular line is evident on the test. The instructions say that even the faintest of a second line means it’s a positive. But to your resounding relief, it's a clear result.

A third of your stress plummets. You’re not pregnant, so you should be starting your time of the month any moment.

“Thank you Ash,” you mutter softly, sounding full of emotion and your voice wobbles.

She pulls you up into a comforting embrace.

“You’re welcome (Y/N). Just doing what any friend should.”

The next morning, you wake expecting to feel cramps - but you don’t. All the relief you felt yesterday after the negative test result vanishes as more stress and worry floods your thoughts. For once in your life, you’re wishing to feel those uncomfortable cramps to disprove your theory that you’re pregnant.

Before you think about taking another test, your phone buzzes, stealing your attention for a moment. A smile flits across your face momentarily as you see that it’s from Miguel, but the concern as to how he’d react about what might be going on inside your body wipes that smile off your face rather quickly.

“Morning chiquita. Fancy staying around mine for a few days? xx”

This could be the perfect opportunity to discuss the concerning matter with him, or it could be the total opposite.

Looking back, you consider how he’s been with you. Nothing but respectful (apart from when he’s expressed his sexual urges…) care and love for you. But you still worry. Being willing to spend time with an adult is quite different to dedicating a lot of your time to looking after a baby.

You open up the text message and start to reply.

“I’d love to. xx”

Eventually, he replies with another text.

“Perfect. Come over when you’re ready.”

Your heart pounds with anticipation, but come to the conclusion that you don’t have to tell him just yet. It might not even be necessary and that you’re worrying over nothing.

Climbing out of your bed, you prepare some clothes to pack and write a note for Ashley who’s currently working to let her know you’ll be away for a few days.

Your hands fiddle nervously as you wait for Miguel to answer his door. The thudding in your heart matches the rhythm of his padding feet as he comes to let you in. He’s so big you can hear him through his door.

The door creaks open and he looks down at you with a smile, but it falls when he sees how worried you look.

“(Y/N)?”

You had it in your head you weren’t going to say anything. But the moment you see him, your emotions run freely, no matter how much you try to not let them.

Ploughing into his chest, you wrap your arms around his waist as you start to sob.

“Chiquita?” he asks again as he holds you against him for a moment.

“Que pasa?” (What’s up?)

He pulls you and your small case into his apartment and closes the door before picking you up and taking you to the couch in his living room. His large frame curls up around you as he tries to sooth you.

“You’re worrying me, please tell me what’s the matter.”

You nuzzle against his chest. The sound of his steady heartbeat is comforting. Perhaps opening up to him might not be so bad afterall?

“I’ve just had a rough time since coming back from our holiday,” you finally reply before hyperventilating.

His brow furrows to hear that things have been difficult, but what worries him more is that he never once heard about it until now.

“What’s happening?”

You tell him about the rent problem that you and Ashley are facing and the implications that may follow. His hand finds its way into your hair, stroking your soft locks and scrunching it into his fist occasionally, the gentle tugging easing some tension in your furrowed brow.

Then you move onto your worry about Xina. How it hurts you that she thinks she can just wander back in, picking up where they left off and totally disregarding that you’re in his life now. You trust him, but you don’t trust her…

“Mi bonita, I’ve told you before that you’re now what matters to me and I mean it. All of it.”

His reassuring words, whispered warmly into your ear, makes your heart flutter. You finally begin to unfurl in his arms, coming out of your little defensive shell.

You make the decision to open up about the final thing that’s worrying you. He has the right to know, you suppose. If you’re pregnant, it’s his baby too…

You make a point of looking into his eyes. His gaze searches your expression. You look more worried than you were a moment ago. His heart begins to pound as his mind wonders what you might be about to tell him.

After taking a deep breath, you begin to talk. Your voice, hoarse from all of the crying.

“M- my period is late…” you manage to choke out, “this has never happened before.”

His furrowed brow softens, but evolves into a more surprised expression. He knows exactly what your concern is. And a part of him kicks himself for not insisting on being more careful when it comes to sex. He was aware you were on the pill, but perhaps he should have been more responsible too.

Having a baby is not something he’s opposed to, but now isn’t really the best time…

“Have you taken a test, chiquita?” he asks softly, doing what he can to not put any more stress on you.

You nod silently as you curl back up into him.

“Negative.”

Miguel’s body relaxes for a moment after hearing the result.

“But your time of the month is still late, bonita?”

“Maybe it’s too early to be detected by a test? Or… a false negative–”

“Or,” Miguel interrupts, “you’re stressed and it’s putting a halt on things.”

There’s the ‘S word’ again. Even Miguel thinks you’re stressed. And strangely enough, it does bring some kind of relief that there is perhaps another reason as to why your period is late. Another relief is that Miguel hasn’t freaked out or rejected you out of fear that you’d weigh him down. Official commitment in a relationship such as marriage is still a bit of a sore subject for him, but he’s clearly pushing his concerns aside for your comfort.

“I’m sorry for making you worry, I’m just scared–”

Miguel pulls you into a tight hug.

“Hey, that’s enough, chiquita. If you’re pregnant, I am also responsible for it. You do not need to be scared or sorry.”

Silence falls between you for a moment as he embraces you. His words sink in, allowing you to calm yourself.

As he lays on the sofa with you; caressing you, embracing you, he thinks to himself. What if you are pregnant? What is he going to do? He can’t leave you; that’s for sure. But equally, he doesn’t want the relationship going in the same direction as his and Xina’s due to his career.

But, what if you’re not pregnant? This is very much a big wakeup call. After studying biology and working for Alchemax, he of all people should be aware of what happens when a man’s and woman’s reproductive cells mix. The pair of you will definitely need to consider ways of stopping an unexpected pregnancy for certain while still enjoying what you both are currently used to.

Listening to your problems, it certainly sounds like you have a lot on your plate, pregnant or not. The fact that Xina is included in your list of concerns upsets him. He can’t help but feel responsible for that. Perhaps he should have been more careful when looking at his phone while being around you, or practised his poker face a little more.

An idea forms in his mind and he wants to set it into motion. But first, he has some things to arrange.

“Miguel, where are you taking me?” you ask for perhaps the tenth, eleventh time?

You’re sitting in the passenger seat of his immaculate Tesla as it drives down the highway, leaving Nueva York. It’s the day after you opened up to Miguel about your worries and since then, he’s been acting all secretive and wearing a smile on his face.

“Patience chiquita,” your boyfriend replies as he keeps his eyes on the road, both hands fixed firmly on the steering wheel.

“Just relax, let me take care of things for a while.”

His voice is soothing and you’re not ashamed to admit it, but letting him be in charge at this moment brings you some peace. You smile as you realise he’s using the same voice he has when he talks to passengers like he did after the engine failure incident a few weeks ago. That memory still gives you goosebumps; how frightening the catastrophic failure sounded and how calm Miguel - and Peter - was about the whole thing.

You wriggle slightly, settling further into the smooth leather of the passenger seat. The tall buildings of Nueva York shrink away in the distance while more nature starts to surround you. It’s a refreshing sight to say the least. Less grey and white and more green. Even the monitor on Miguel’s dashboard says the air quality is much better out here.

Eventually, you realise Miguel is following signs for a small airfield. The mystery of what he’s up to builds as he keeps quiet.

Miguel pulls into a parking lot next to the airfield, but continues to drive into a car mechanic’s garage. His hand presses on the horn, presumably to announce his arrival to whoever works here.

A man in green overalls, slides out from underneath a car. His skin, a similar colour to Miguel’s, except his hair is slightly redder.

“Hey! Big bro’s here!” he calls out as he stands up, wiping his oily hands onto a cloth attached to his clothes.

Big bro? You did not know Miguel had a younger brother… Looking at him, it’s very clear they’re related. Similar facial structure and build, only he looks far less serious.

Your boyfriend gets out of the car, walks over to your side and opens your door. The gentlemanly gesture makes you blush.

“Hey Gabri,” he replies, “is she ready?”

The younger brother nods his head in response to the question.

She? Just when you think the mystery can’t get any deeper, he surprises you even more. You climb out of the car and Miguel places an arm around you, leading you to the car mechanic.

“Gabri, this is (Y/N), my girlfriend,” he pauses and looks at you, “and this is my brother Gabriel.”

You reach your hand out to shake his, but he pulls his hands away.

“Woah! Don’t want to make you all dirty. Curse of being a mechanic, forever greasy and oily hands. Pleasure to meet you though.”

Despite looking similar, their personalities couldn’t be any more different from one another. Gabriel seems to be more fun-loving while Miguel appears to be more reserved.

Your man gives you a subtle nudge as he looks down at you.

“Follow Gabri and I’ll be right with you with the stuff in the trunk.”

He’s clearly up to something, you didn’t even know he packed anything. What on earth is going on? However, you do as he says and follow the overall clad man through the workshop, into a much larger part of the building. The younger brother turns back to face you while he talks.

“I look after her while Miguel is busy flying bigger things.”

He stands aside, revealing a small plane in which you realise who “she” is.

Your jaw drops at the sight.

“He kept the Cessna he learned to fly in?” you ask in surprise.

Gabriel nods with a smile on his face.

“Sure did, and she’s my responsibility while she’s sitting on the ground.”

Miguel finally steps into the hangar carrying two small cases and a cardboard box.

“She’s good to go whenever you are.”

“Thanks Gabri.”

Your boyfriend gets you into the passenger seat before loading in the luggage at the back. As you wait, you notice that the plane has been modified slightly to accommodate his height. His seat is a little further back than yours so he can fit his long legs in to operate the pedals.

This feels special. You’re inside a part of his history. When a younger Miguel began his journey to becoming probably one of the best pilots you know. The fact that he’s sharing this with you makes your heart flutter.

Finally, he climbs into the plane, buckles himself in and does his checks. When he checks your seatbelt is fastened you decide to speak to him.

“Where are you taking me? And what’s in that cardboard box?”

A small smile grows across his face and there’s a twinkle in his eye.

“I’m taking you away for a few days, to my second home in New Jersey. And whatever’s in the cardboard box is a surprise.”

You’re absolutely stunned. A second home? Of course he has a second home…

“Why are you flying me there?” you ask, trying not to look quite so surprised.

Miguel starts the plane and looks back at you for a moment.

“Because you need to de-stress. So, I’m taking you away from rent problems, Xina and Nueva York in general.”

He is so sweet you could cry. You start to wonder what you might have done in your life to deserve such an amazing man. He might not be super joyful like his brother, but he has a heart of the purest gold and you know that he’ll look after you.

This is the first time you see Miguel control a plane during takeoff. You remain quiet for him to concentrate and you’re mesmerised when you watch him in his element.

As he flies, you wonder about the contents of the cardboard box. He did take a delivery before you both set out to come to the small airfield earlier today.

The flight takes just under an hour to reach New Jersey and once again, it is a smooth and comfortable landing.

You discover Miguel owns a second home in Cape May, right by the beach, locally called ‘the shore’. Your uber pulls up outside his home and you’re not surprised that it’s a more modern build, in comparison to the older beach houses along the street.

He brings you into his home and shows you around. On the first floor a comfortable living room is at the front of the house, while the kitchen is at the back. To the left is a flight of stairs leading up to the second floor, where there are two bedrooms, an ensuite and a bathroom. It’s small, but it’s perfect.

The master bedroom is complete with a balcony overlooking the shore. You can picture beautiful mornings, where you can leisurely roll out of bed and amble outside to fully wake up to the sounds of the sea and breathe in the fresh air.

For the evening, Miguel orders a take-out from one of the local diners. He wants you alone, with him, relaxing and being surrounded by nothing but comfort and peace.

As the two of you eat, he strikes up a conversation.

“So, your rent problem…” he begins as you bite into a french-fry.

Your eyes meet with his as you relax into his couch, hugging a plate of your food to your chest.

“Have you and your roommate decided what you’re going to do yet?”

You swallow your food as you recall your discussions with Ashley.

“I think we’re looking for a smaller, cheaper place to rent. Ash’s been searching for apartments already, I promised I’ll help her when I get back.”

Your fingers find another fry before you chomp on it, savouring the delicious, salty taste on your tongue.

“Tell your roommate you’ve found a place already.”

You pause mid-chew.

“What?”

“I’m offering you both to lodge with me, so you and Ashley can take your time finding a good apartment without the pressures of paying extortionate rent.”

Silence descends upon the room as you process Miguel’s living arrangement proposal.

“Miguel, that’s - far too generous. I don’t… we wouldn’t want to be an inconvenience…”

“Who said you’d be an inconvenience?”

“I - well - I’d have to speak with Ashley about it…”

“That’s fine,” he answers before taking a mouthful of his food and thinking for a moment longer.

“I mean, if you’re pregnant, you’ll be with me anyway. And if not, it’s your choice if you want to live with me, or go with Ashley once you both have found a place.”

You feel like you’re in shock at this development. How on earth is this man so amazing?

“You’d- you’d do that, for me and Ashley? Are you sure you’re comfortable sharing your living space with her?”

He gives a slight shrug.

“It might be a little weird to start with, but you say Ashley is a good friend of yours, so I’m sure having her around for a little while will be okay. It’s not as though my apartment is small. There’s ample room.”

Your heart feels like it’ll leap out of your chest and you cannot wait to share this offer to your roommate. That would be a whole load of pressure off of the both of you. Miguel rests his dinner plate on the coffee table and goes to fetch the box containing the surprise.

Using a knife, he cuts open the tape and hands you the box as he sits next to you on the couch.

“Open it.”

“Okay…”

Your hands tentatively hover over the flaps of the box, the thoughts in your mind race, wondering as to what it is. Finally, you decide to just go for it and open it up, revealing some packaging paper underneath.

The contents of the box rustle slightly as your hands dive in. At first, your fingers find a plastic bag with what feels like fabric inside it. As you pull it out, you almost cry immediately as you see what it is.

A cute gender-neutral baby grow rests in your hands with the words ‘born to fly’ embroidered on it along with a little picture of an aeroplane flying underneath the lettering.

“Now,” Miguel begins as he shuffles closer to you while your tearful eyes stare at the package.

“Not that I think you are pregnant, but I want you to know that if you are; you do not need to be scared or worried.”

“Miguel-” you try to talk, but your lip wobbles.

“Shhh,” he hushes you as he wraps his arms around you.

“I’ve got you mi chiquita. I’ll look after you and the baby if there is one.”

You rest your head against his chest, feeling a whole load of weight on your shoulders be lifted. He’s not going to leave you, he’s not going to freak out or be mad. He’ll look after you, protect you and cherish you.

“There’s also a handful of boxes of pregnancy tests, so you can double, triple, quadruple check if you wish. I got the most accurate and reliable ones for your peace of mind.”

You can’t help resisting a slightly tearful giggle as you hear what else he bought you.

“Of course you did,” you reply with a sniff.

“Nothing but the best for you.”

Miguel presses a tender kiss on top of your head before reaching for your plate of food and handing it back to you.

As you both finish your meal, you continue to stare at the baby grow resting on the coffee table. A part of you wonders what a mini-Miguel would look like. Would it have his eyes, his cheekbones or his hair? A tiny smile spreads across your lips as you fall in love with that little baby grow. If you’re not pregnant now, maybe there’ll be a day in the future where you dress a little O’Hara in it? Who knows what the future holds, but right now, you know you have a boyfriend who truly cares about you.

You lay on top of Miguel on the sofa after eating. Legs intertwined while his arms wrap around you. Your elegant fingers caress his cheek as you both savour this moment of peace and tranquillity.

“Thank you Miguel - for everything.”

He nuzzles his head against yours as you hear him take a deep, contented breath.

“No, thank you (Y/N). Thank you for being there for me in Acapulco. Thank you for being so caring, understanding and sweet.”

You smile as you snuggle against him, pressing yourself more firmly into his chest.

“I’m glad I bumped into you in that galley…”

He places another tender kiss against your forehead.

“I’m glad you did too.”

The following morning, you grumble and groan as you wake to uncomfortable cramps. The moment you’ve been hoping for has finally arrived. You’re not pregnant and you’re happy with that. However, you find the pregnancy scare gave you and Miguel an opportunity to deepen your bond and learn more about him. He didn’t run for the hills, instead, he put his concerns aside and looked after you.

Picking up on your discomfort, Miguel stirs and pulls you into a sleepy cuddle.

“Que pasa, chiquita?” (What’s up little one?)

“Cramps…”

“Oh, baby…” he mumbles as he runs his hand over your lower abdomen, the warmth of his hand helping with the ache.

“Apart from the pain, are you okay?”

You nod as you close your eyes enjoying the comfort he’s providing you.

The pair of you embrace for several minutes before Miguel gets up, insisting you stay where you are. He brings you breakfast in bed and painkillers to take away the cramps.

In true Miguel fashion, he spoils you for the rest of your mini break. He takes you out to the beach and cooks you exquisite meals for dinner. It has been a much needed escape from all of life’s stresses and you return home feeling much more relaxed.

Ashley is totally blown away by Miguel’s great offer to house them both, so you can have a relaxed approach when looking for a new place to live. She has always remained fairly neutral about your boyfriend, but his recent actions have practically swayed her into the Team Miguel crowd…

In a small flat across the city, on the day you return from your trip from New Jersey, Xina takes a break from her work. She picks up her phone as she wants to look at something else other than her laptop screen for just a couple of minutes.

Several unread emails sit in her inbox. She’s neglected to look at them over the last couple of days.

Opening her mail app, she starts to scroll through the unread emails until one catches her eye. A notification to say that an item that her Amazon account ordered had been dispatched.

She hadn’t ordered anything recently… To check that no one had hacked her account, she opened the email to see what had been bought, only to remember she shared an account with Miguel before they divorced. She drew in a sharp intake of breath when she saw the items in question. The image of the baby grow burning into her retinas as she stared at her phone screen…

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