#Yeah I put more lyrics on Spanish that in English

[dermy-der-demp]

Oh god

i was hearing "Battle of the bands" from dazzlings (mlp) and man,why it fits so fucking well with kusuke & kusuo???

i mean,Just see the lyrics.

(obviously ignoring that he song talk abt bands and what the original plot is) don't tell me that this especific moment wouldn't be kusuke desesperatly wanting play with kusuo for see who is better and kusuo just hating the inferiority complex of his brother (or his weird masochist form idk)

Anyway I'd love that this gets more sassy in Spanish:

this can be related for kusuke's pov,like.How is that he sees his little brother friends and idk,the humanity (?),the important is that the literal translation of the question is: "Are you afraid of failing with my presence?" And it just gimme the kusuo vibes,but, right after that line says:

"you are great and you know it–superior to others–It doesn't matter who you hurt–If to be better you will demonstrate"

There are 2 options

kusuke talking to his brother and how powerful is

Kusuke trying to convince himself that it's good enough to defeat kusuo

[rafecameroninterlude]

congrats on 5k! can i get a chocolate chip cookie🍪 for latinakook! reader + ‘alcohol free’ by twice

₊˚⊹ᰔ 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥-𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞

pairing: rafe cameron x latina!kook!reader

summary: ❝did you put a spell on me? just a look to make me yours, all my problems float away.❞ — in which you and rafe hit it off almost immediately.

warnings: rafe and reader are pretty touchy lol, this is the opposite of slowburn, spanish text (it’s all translated!), light fluff

word count: 0.9k

a/n: this song is so cute thank you for this req anon <3 pls don’t hate me i got the lyrics for the summary from the english version. i’m also using this request as a continuation of this fic here!

weekdays at the country club were quiet and for the most part empty, which made it rafe’s favorite time to go and have a drink without being interrupted or bothered. no one was at the bar, not even the bartender when rafe was taking sips from his mocktail. he had decided a while back to keep away from drinking alcohol when he was having problems. the last thing he wanted was to turn codependent on the substance like some of his peers. rafe stared at his hands, thinking of ways he could get on ward’s good side again.

the door of the club opened, but rafe didn’t care to look back until he heard the click of your heels against the hardwood floor. upon walking in, you had just wanted to check the place out, considering you hadn’t come over here yet since you moved. rafe immediately recognized you from last time he saw you, and concluded that you were even more beautiful close up. “hi..” you smiled, looking around the room awkwardly, “this place is open, right?” he nodded, waving you over. “está bien, parece que estás disfrutando de tu tiempo a solas— it’s okay, it looks like you’re enjoying your alone time.” just then, the bartender came out from the back.

“i’d really love it if you joined me, i’m just sitting here otherwise.” he hoped you’d say yes and give him a chance to get to know you. finally meeting his eyes, you adjusted the mini purse on your shoulder and obliged. “okay..” you took a seat next to him, your sweet perfume filling up his senses. “order whatever you want.” he offered you a charming smile that made your heart flutter in your chest. “a clean mojito, por favor— please.” you turned your chair so your knees were knocking the side of rafe’s thigh.

“so how come you were parked outside of my house not too long ago?” you laughed, a slight blush creeping onto your cheeks. rafe cleared his throat, the tips of his ears turning pink. “i heard a lot of talk about you around the island, i kinda just wanted to see for myself what the hype was about.” he met your gaze, the bartender placing your drink in front of you. “the hype?” you questioned, “¿qué es eso?— what is that?” rafe swallowed thickly at the sight of your sparkly lips wrapping around your straw.

“it’s just like- how do i say this.. it’s when a lot of people say really good things about something, but in your case everyone was saying good things about you.” you hummed. “really?” you couldn’t help but admire his features, his eyes beaming right into your own. “yeah.. and they were right. you’re gorgeous.” you looked away, not wanting him to see the effect his words had on you. “you’re smooth. how are you here by yourself when you talk like that?” you asked, genuinely wondering how on earth this man was sulking at a bar on a wednesday evening.

rafe got quiet, his smile dropping. “i don’t really like a lot of noise, god knows i hear enough of that at home.” he shook his head. “that’s too bad. i’m pretty loud.” you shrugged. rafe fixed his eyes on you once more. “i didn’t say i disliked all noise..” he scooted closer, placing a hesitant hand on your thigh. you were so easy to talk to, rafe found himself having the most engaging conversation he’s had in a really long time. everytime he made you laugh, he swore it was like he had no more problems, like all the weight had been lifted off of his shoulders.

by this time, you were completely out of your chair, and in rafe’s lap as he traced over the pendant of your necklace. “this is crazy, i’ve never gotten this close to someone in a such a short amount of time..” he looked down at his drink, convinced that there had to be some kind of liquor in there for him to feel so loose and care free. “hey, guys, i hate to sour the mood but the club closes at eight o’clock.. and it’s ten past.” both you and rafe glanced outside the window, the sun already setting. “oh, shit.” rafe took a twenty out of his wallet, placing it on the counter.

“sorry about that, man, we’re out.” you yelped when rafe carried you up, your legs hanging off of his arm. “where are we going?” you laughed, the sound so infectious it made the corner of rafe’s lips quirk. “well, i’m gonna get you home..” you let him place you in the passenger seat of his truck, giggling to yourself as you watched him trip over his feet. “ten cuidado!— be careful!” rafe started up the engine, both of you exchanging a look.

without hesitation, he passed you his phone. “go ahead and put your número in there.” you gasped, taking his cell. “did you just say ‘number’ in spanish?!” you don’t know why but his openness to speak your language, even if it was one word, warmed your heart. “i sure did.” he smiled, watching as your perfectly manicured fingers added yourself to his contacts. “what does ‘mi angelita perfecta ♡’ mean?” your eyebrows raised at his spot on pronunciation. “my perfect little angel!” you chirped. rafe nodded in agreement. he was so done for after this. “yeah, i like that.”

[av1xtg]

It's so funny to me that it's so obvious when I get a new hyperfixation because everything everywhere for example tis blog suddenly turns to what ever hyperfixation I have. . .

NOW I WANNA TALK ABOUT HUSK AND MY HEADCANONS FOR HIM BECAUSE THAT SILLY GRUMPY OLD-MAN CAT IS TAKING OVER MY BRAIN (contains a bit of huskerdust and bad grammar because english is not my first language but I have no respect for it so /j)

So I fully headcanon that husk has the most un organised and dirty room for some reason, like he never even bothered decorating it.

He hates baths and oils and stuff like that because it's really hard to take off from his wings and fur.

He refused to wash his hands with water and he cleaned his hands like cats do before eating food or serving drinks so charlie forced him to at least use wet wipes (idk how to write tht but hope you understand it)

He loves old fashioned love songs, usually mumbles some lyrics he still remebers while working and the others like to hear his singing.

The fluffies fluff ever, he doesn't really use any products (only dry shampoo from time to time) AND STILL HIS FUR IS EXTREMLY FLUFFY.

He got extremly bad body dismorfia when he arrived at hell.

The others tease him alot whenever he does any cat sounds.

Instead of a glass of water on his nightstand he had a bottle of whiskey or any other alcohol.

If he's in the mood (and charlie asks nicely + a day off) he might do some magic tricks to entretain the other guests.

Whenever he speaks spanish he always calls evryone pendejo (as a mexican that is also my favorite curse word I gotta add that). Like him and vaggie are fighting and she desn't know he speaks apanish so she starts insuting him in spanish and he goes "CALLATE LA PINCHE BOCA PENDEJA TUERTA" (traduction: SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING ONE EYED WOMAN) and she shuts up because she didn't expect that. (Now they speak in spanish together sometimes)

One time Sr. Pentious gave him catnipp because angeldust dared him to and husk went WILD. Like everyone was laughing nd half th hotel was filled with cat scratchs while husk followed Sr.Pentious who was escaping with the catnip in hand from him kind of wild.

He wants hugs and he won't admitt it.

Used to be a bit to proud as an overlord which is also half the reason why he lost to alastor.

Fucker cries a lot and won't admitt it because he already stablished to everyone that "I don' give a shit about anything and fuck y'all" and now he just can't.

He falls asleep a lot during work because he is drunk.

He owns a phone but uses it like a grandma, he puts on the glasses to read and everything

He once had a very bad night and got EXTREMELY DRUNK and ended up doing a karaoke with charlie and Sr Pentious.

Alastor would ocationaly take him to the Overlords meetings as his "body guard" and he would get extrembly embarrased because everyone recognised him and he knew they all thought of him as a failure for being an Overord who lost his own soul to Alastor and was now forced to obey him.

Thanks to loser,baby I think Husk may be a pet names man (affectionatelly both romantic and just with friends)

Husk reminds me a bit of "No surprises" by radiohead (i don't really know how to explain it but yeah)

I think his relationship with angel (romantically speaking) would be really gentle like, cuddles, hugs, little kisses, cause he wants to show that romantic relationships don't always need to have sex included (angel appretiates that)

I feel like they told each other their felling for the other but bth came to the conclution that maybe they are not in the best mental state to get into a relationship at the moment so they asked charlie and vaggie to help a bit.

I have more but this is getting a bit long so I'll make a part two!!!!!!!

(Have some photos of the silly 70 yr old grumpy cat-man)

[mlmxreader]

Deutsch und Spanisch | Rodolfo Parra x m!reader

Anonymous asked: 🪳 My little cockroach self is back. And you know who we all love Rudy up… If you don’t like Rudy I’m sorry you’re wrong I don’t make the rules.

Im here for more Rudy stuff can I get a x m reader that just mumbles German to there self. And also will just through German at Rudy mostly Ich liebe dich. I feel like Rudy would be confused and maybe nervous that man knows English and Spanish.

summary: even though you can't speak each other's language, you and Rodolfo manage to make things work between you

tws: swearing

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Other than König, who also spoke German, a lot of the soldiers would tease you for mumbling and muttering the language under your breath; there were some exceptions, like Alex and Gaz and Price, but the majority of them often teased you for it. Rodolfo never did, either, but he had good reason not to.

To him, you were his Schatz, his corazón, the only man that he ever wanted to be with, and although he never understood a word of what you said, he had become used to it to the point where it was endearing albeit confusing for him; he did pick up a little bit here and there.

He understood when you told him you loved him, he knew when you called him your little bear and your mouse - little pet names you loved to throw his way. He almost certainly understood when you swore.

Working on a crossword puzzle as he sat at the breakfast bar, Rodolfo watched curiously as you paced the kitchen, muttering under your breath.

A letter had come through, telling you that the Kommando Spezialkräfte wanted you to lend a hand with training some new Los Vaqueros recruits, and although you were glad that it meant spending more time with Rodolfo, you didn't want to deal with snot nosed brats who called themselves private.

"Der Oberarsch," you grumbled under your breath as you read the letter. "Der Nuttensohn... Verpiss dich, Ich gehe nicht."

Putting his pen down, Rodolfo tilted his head to the side, confusion mixed with a bit of amusement in his eyes as he cleared his throat. "Mi esposo, are you okay?"

You dared to glare at him, your gaze softening when you met those big brown eyes, your shoulders losing some of their tension. "Ah, jep... fein, mein Bärchen."

He smiled at the pet name, nodding a little as he leaned on the breakfast bar with his arms folded, his chin resting on his forearm as he watched you, those big brown eyes hard to ignore. "You sure?"

"Yeah," you sighed, shaking your head and daring to keep your eyes on his as you smiled, copying his actions and trying not to grin. "Mir geht es gut."

Now that one, he had heard a dozen times but had yet to grasp what it meant exactly, and as confusion once again came to his gaze, he pouted a little. "No hablo alemán."

You nodded slowly, a soft huff, a bitten back chuckle, coming from your nose as you finally let loose and grinned. "Ich liebe dich."

He knew that one, and smiled brightly. "Yo también te amo."

Sure, with a lot of German words, Rudy got confused and wasn’t exactly understanding of what you meant exactly, but when it came to that little phrase, those three little words, he knew exactly what they meant, and they would never fail to make his heart absolutely melt at hearing them thrown his way; he didn’t know exactly what you meant, could never tell anyone what the words were in Spanish or English, but he didn’t care.

He knew the phrase, and had heard it enough, to understand what you meant when you said it to him, the same way that you understood what he meant when he told you he loved you in Spanish.

"Sehr klug," you mumbled to yourself, pulling back and humming under your breath as you went to get yourself a cup of coffee.

Rodolfo knew the song you hummed, knew it well enough to be able to hear the lyrics as he listened closely; 'Race to the Sea' by Sabaton, it made him smile as he listened keenly, head tilted slightly to the side.

He wasn't about to tell you that he had gotten tickets to see them in a matter of months, as he wanted it to be a surprise; he also wasn't about to tell you that he had been debating about reaching out to König over the phone in hopes of learning some very basic German.

"Du bist sehr klug, mein Mann," you told him as you came round to sit with him, looking at his crossword and frowning. "Was?"

"It's in Spanish," he pointed out with a soft laugh, shaking his head. "Mi rey, tan inteligente pero tan estúpido."

"Did you just call me stupid?" You asked, playfully pushing him.

"No," Rodolfo grinned as he pushed you back.

"Ja, you did!" You laughed, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him in close. "Are you sorry?"

"Tú deseas," he pouted, trying to see if you would fall for his trick, his little lie of telling you that you wished and hoping that you would think he was saying sorry. "Corazón?"

You shook your head, letting him go as you scoffed. "Lügner. Alles Lügen!"

He stared at you blankly for a moment, but when he realised that he didn't actually care about what you were saying as much as he was with getting a kiss from you, he smiled; slowly, he pulled you onto his lap, and dared to crash his lips against yours for a moment.

"Mi idioto," he hummed. "Mi idioto favorito."

"Mein Lügner," you whispered. "Mein Favorit Lügner."

Rodolfo adored you, that much was true, and although neither of you could understand the other's mother tongue, be it Spanish or German, he knew that you adored him just as much, he knew you loved him just as much as he loved you; he just debated, in that moment, whether or not to ask you to be his husband.

Then again, that could probably wait; if he was going to ask, he wanted to know how to do it in your language.

"Mein Bärchen," you murmured.

"Mi corazón."

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[snail-eggs]

📻 Xixi

📻 Frank

📻 Van

not enabling lmao

oh Chase, my favorite enabler. I absolutely adore you <3

Xixi:

Dos Locos by Monchy & Alexandra

I'm sorry to all my English-speaking followers for this because this song is entirely in Spanish and I do not feel like translating the lyrics.

El tiempo no ha logrado que te olvide No ha borrado las huellas de tu amor Todavía siento el sabor de tus besos en mi boca Todavía siento tus manos acariciándome la piel Y yo no quiero seguir así Estando con ella y pensando en ti A mí me está pasando igual No dejo de pensar en ti El día que me levanto contigo en la cabeza Lo llamo por tu nombre Y yo no quiero seguir así Estando con ella y pensando en ti Qué tontos, qué locos somos tú y yo Estando con otros y amándonos Qué tontos, qué locos somos tú y yo Estando con otros y aún amándonos

I mean, come on. It's literally Xixi and Johnny in 2006, being with someone else, thinking of each other. Honestly, I don't have much else to say. This was just to put my non-Latino followers onto a banger.

Frank:

Shimmy Shimmy Ya by Ol' Dirty Bastard

If I'm being honest, this song was only in the playlist for shits and giggles. The opening lyrics are literally:

Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw

But there was a method to my madness here. This song and so many more by ODB are in this playlist because he's Frank's favorite Wu-tang member and part of the reason why he stuck with the nickname Johnny gave him. Its also just a personal favorite of mine.

r.i.p ODB :(

Van:

Fentanyl Tester by JPEGMAFIA and Danny Brown

I mean, its Vanessa. What did you think would be in her playlist? I feel like I've touched on it before but Vanessa is into a lot of alternative, experimental rap. There's a few in her playlist like Denzel Curry that aren't the most alternative but it still really keeps to that high-energy sound.

Let's just sit here and appreciate these lyrics.

Is it the car, the clothes, the money, the jewelry, the cribs, the drugs or the hoes? Is it the ket', the meth, the weed, the lean, the molly, the boi or the blow? You can get rocked like Chrisean How you hating and broke, no fixin' 'em Riding dick like these rappers are Sybians Try to press 'em, they lost like Gilligan

Send me 📻 + an oc and I'll give you a random song off their playlist + an explanation of why it's there

[nerianasims]

So again, I, an American who knows nothing of the current European music scene, am listening to all the Eurovision songs online to see which I like. In the order they are on this playlist:

Ukraine: Sadly, this year... eh. Didn’t bother finishing listening to it. (Sounds like an American mid-tier hit that’s on the charts for a week.)

Estonia: Also eh. Not finishing listening, again. (Sounds like an American mid-tier hit that’s on the charts for a week.) 

Italy: Good, it’s not in English. And he is hot. But besides it not being in English, it sounds like an American hit that’s on the charts for like 12 weeks and you can’t escape it. Which... is that an improvement? I dunno. But I’m bored, sadly.

Austria: Kind of weird, though in English again. I don’t like it, but at least it’s different?

UK: The beat’s very slightly interesting. The rest is not, and again, why does everything sound not just American, but mediocre American? I mean at least there’s good reason for this one to be in English, but otherwise... pass. When you write a song about being a woman angry she was cheated on, you should have some actual anger and oomph in it. “Before He Cheats,” this ain’t.

Latvia: It’s got some energy anyway. Even if it’s in flippin’ English again. However, that key change was laughably predictable.

Slovenia: Not in English, +10 points. I’m digging it, I could definitely dance to this. I looked up the translation of the lyrics, and I like them too. Slovenia is so far in the lead for me. This is going on my playlist.

Iceland: I was hoping Iceland would come in with not-English, but no such luck. Bored. Are love songs illegal or something, every woman has to be angry at a man who done her wrong at all times?

Croatia: Woah that’s a start! And not in English, +10 points. Also, this is weird. This is more like it. I’m not putting it on a playlist. Yet. I have a feeling it might grow on me.

Malta: Saxy, nice. In English, not so nice. Well I like the sax parts, but not any of the rest.

Romania: Not in English, +10 points. He looks different, but the song is not very interesting. Again. Bored.

Poland: In English. You’re hot and cold, high and you’re low? Seriously? I’m sure he’s up then he’s down too. Channeling Katy Perry in 2023 is certainly a choice.

Australia: No points removed for being in English. Also it’s a love song, good. Maybe men are allowed them? But yeah, I like this. I still like the Slovenia one better, but this one is also going on my playlist.

Serbia: He’s got that particularly whine-adjacent timbre I can’t stand in male pop stars. And that’s a lot of noise without sounding like artful noise. Not for me.

Czechia: Not entirely in English, +10 points. There’s a bit of a Slavic folk beat behind the electronica too. Yeah, I definitely like this. I very much like the lyrics too. It’s in the lead for me now.

Israel: Opening with the electronica equivalent of nails on a chalkboard was... uh... why did you do that? Moving along... nope. Bored. Shallow “empowerment” drivel.

Sweden: English. Too bad the music is boring, because I do like the lyrics.

France: Yeah, I knew France wouldn’t send something in English. The opening is very sweeping. I like the music, it’s got energy and interest. And it’s sort of “woman who’s been done wrong,” but the lyrics are more complicated and -- very very French. I approve.

Netherlands: NOPE. Nope nope nope nope nope. Sorry, but I heard the opening piano and went “uh-oh,” then heard the whiny pop boy sing the first line and nooooope.

Armenia: English. Bored.

Finland: Not in English, so that’s good. The techno sounds like a Chrono Trigger riff, from the “future” area. It goes very hard, but not very interesting. (Insert “like my ex” joke here if applicable.) This is a drinking song? It sounds more like a fighting song. With bonus JRPG midi.

Spain: In Spanish, thankfully. And this sounds quite cool, and actually Spanish. I looked up the lyrics translation -- it looks like a pop rock-ified traditional lullaby. I like it.

Georgia: Why is she yelling at me :(. Sometimes you can go a little too hard in the beginning, if you’re not heavy metal. This is a love song, though it doesn’t sound like one, so that’s good. But it’s in English and also very shouty.

Lithuania: In English, bad. Love song, good. But boring.

Switzerland: In English. Dull and preachy. Anti-war is good and all, but the song itself needs to be good too.

Azerbaijan: In English. Also hipster douche vibes.

Greece: In English. Apparently he wrote this when he was 14. It shows. This is what people mean when they criticize “white guy with guitar” songs.

Cyprus: Well here’s a guy singing about a broken heart. In English. Boringly.

Albania: Not in English. And it’s interesting. Though not to my personal taste.

Belgium: English. Pretty typical Eurodance song. There are worse things, but eh.

Germany: English. German metal, not gonna listen to it, but it is what it is.

Ireland: Before playing, “We Are One”? Is this a unification anthem? Sadly, no. It’s one of those nice message, banal delivery songs.

Moldova: Not English, and has musical inspiration that I assume is Moldovan. I’ve never heard an “I’m going to marry this woman” song that had this much oomph. I like it.

Norway: English. The music is okay but predictable. The lyrics are okay but also predictable. There’s a banality to it.

Denmark: Another heartbreak song. The beat is giving me a headache and this is a whiny pop boy.

Portugal: Starts with the “I Will Survive” piano riff. Not in English. A love anxiety song rather than a heartbroken song, so that’s welcome. I like the music too, it’s definitely Portuguese sounding.

San Marino: English. It has energy. And I do not like it at all, there’s something icky about it.

So, the songs I like are from Slovenia, Croatia, Australia, Czechia, France, Spain, Moldova, and Portugal. I don’t absolutely adore any of them though. Kind of a meh year, at least for me.

[tlfldi]

What is music to you?

I believe music is something which can highly influence the thoughts of people, instantly. A happy person can literally get into a mood of a sad lover in the duration of 3 minute.

Firstly I'd love to know what music do y'all listen to. Is there any song that I should try? I love exploring new music, recently while my exam prep I started listening to French music. I mean yes, before clicking the play button of that playlist I was hesitating a lot thinking whether this is gonna suit my taste or not but that experience turned out to be superb. I legit had to make a personalised playlist for myself with my favourite French songs.

Look when it comes to music, it's all about exploring new tracks and genres. I grew up in a household where I've been listening to Hindi, English, Malayalam, Tamil, Telugu and Marathi songs since childhood so language was never a barrier for me and growing up I also discovered Spanish, Korean, Chinese, Japanese, Thai and Filipino songs. Now after French music I tried Turkish songs and yeah I liked a couple of them.

The point is, if you wanna discover new music, let go of the language barriers, only then will you be exposed to a ton of artists and their art. Yes, in the beginning you'll need some time to adjust with the language even if you like the melody and beats of a song but trust me, it all just grows onto you gradually.

Have you ever stanned any artist?

I am not talking about liking their music and fangirling over them. I am talking about loving the music pieces they put out, and their songs touching your heart and soul, and bringing you great joy.

For me, it's BTS.

Okay I know I'm gonna get judged for this but I truly don't mind it. It's been nearly two years since I left their fandom though, their new music is not my cup of tea. BTS is the first artist whom I have genuinely loved and followed them so much. Their music, again, is not liked by everyone. Sometimes it's because of the language barrier and sometimes it's solely because of them being too shiny and what some people call them, 'gays' or 'too feminine'.

Anyway, so why BTS? Why is every girl fangirling over these 7 guys. I don't know about every girl but I'll speak for myself. I think BTS is much more than just 7 Korean guys singing pop songs. The diversity in their music, lyrics and their personalities is what matters to me. By the way, I'm talking about the BTS before 2020. Yes, I accept that I was a toxic fangirl once upon a time but later when I actually got to know what power their music holds, I was blown away. Day before yesterday, I was revisted them by reading the lyrics of their songs while simultaneously listening to their music and damn my mind was blown. How could someone even write such lyrics, and also the concepts they've been using since their debut days is something so damn good. The storylines in their music videos are all interconnected... I mean what is it, Marvel?... They've worked on creating a BTS universe with such unique method of storytelling... Yeah I know there are better, much better artists than BTS and I don't stand by them now as a fan, I don’t follow them on social media either and I've also lessened listening to their music, it's just once in a month or so but what I'll always stand by is the fact that BTS paved the way. They set the standard and they are the effing standard.

This was purely a BTS appreciation post.

Have a good day.

[maximuswolf]

20 searching finally found

20+ searching, finally found Do you have a song that took you years to find? When I was a kid in the early 2000s, there was a tv ad with a song that caught my ear. Mind you, Spanish is my mother tongue, and the song was in English, so no full understanding of the lyrics. In the years to come, the earworm stuck with me, and my knowledge of music kept growing. First, I came to the conclusion the brand of that ad was Benetton (United Colors of) or something in the line of that, as I remembered colorful clothing and people of different races. Then, the chorus of the song was something that could come out of a group like The Mamas and the Papas. It had a very 60s sounds. The years would pass and nothing came out of it. I would search from time to time “benetton + mammas and papas” on Youtube to see in anything came out. No luck. Well, I was watching The Idea of You the other day and the freaking song started playing! More than 20 years later I learned it was Minnie Riperton’s Les Fleur. Yeah, a song by Maya Rudolph’s mother. But the version on the ad I remembered was most likely the one by 4Hero, that one sounds closer to what I remember. I can put that to rest nowDo you have a song that took you years to find? What’s the story? Submitted May 09, 2024 at 11:39AM by AlwaysSunnyDragRace https://ift.tt/1KCjIBe via /r/Music

[letitrain-letitsnow-letitgo]

Anya’s SwynWriMo : Task 20

Personality Playlist: Create a playlist for a personality trait for a character!

Big Leo (and Cancer Cusp) Energy

A lot of people do not believe in astrological cusps, but for the purposes of this playlist… I do! I was the first triplet, so I picked a totally non-canonically birthday for them that they must now all obey (woops), but I did specifically pick a Leo/Cancer cusp because I felt like those were two very strong personalities that you could either lean into one or the other or both! Pepa’s definitely more on the Leo side, and a lot of these songs are about that big personality. The glamor! The showmanship! Wanting to be in the center of attention! But she also has a big Cancer streak, and that comes across in some of the moodier and more emotional songs. 

Link below!

Choice lyrics highlighted, with some liner notes:

There's a she-wolf in the closet

Open up and set it free (Ah-ooh)

There's a she-wolf in your closet

Let it out so it can breathe

She-Wolf/Loba - Shakira

I put the English and Spanish versions on here and I’m counting that as one song. Yes, Leos are lions, but I think the idea of having a free-spirited untamable animal side to yourself is very Leo. 

—

Look most of these are just bops about being an awesome person IDK what else to say. 

I live for the applause, applause, applause

I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause

Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me

The applause, applause, applause

Applause - Lady Gaga

I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself

Feeling Myself - Nicki Minaj/Beyonce

—

There's only two types of people in the world

The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe

Well baby I'm a put-on-a-show kinda girl

Don't like the backseat, gotta be first

Circus - Britney Spears 

This is just such a Leo song! Put! On! A Show! Kinda! Girl! Yas! Queen!

Find light in the beautiful sea, I choose to be happy

You and I, you and I, we're like diamonds in the sky

You're a shooting star I see, a vision of ecstasy

When you hold me, I'm alive, we're like diamonds in the sky

Diamonds - Rihanna

My one, it lingers when we're done

You'll believe God is a woman

God is a woman - Ariana Grande

--

Cancer Szn transition here....

Think I'll miss you forever

Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky

Later's better than never

Even if you're gone, I'm gonna drive (drive), drive

Summertime Sadness - Lana Del Rey

Listen. This is the quintessential Cancer Season Song. Miss Lana is the Queen of Cancer Feelings, and yeah okay this is such an overdone song but fight me, it’s perfect. It’s longing and desperate and full of big feelings. 

But I set fire to the rain

Watched it pour as I touched your face

Well, it burned while I cried

'Cause I heard it screaming out your name

Your name

Set Fire to the Rain - Adele

Also in the Cancer cusp mood! 

I've got thick skin and an elastic heart

But your blade it might be too sharp

I'm like a rubber band until you pull too hard

I may snap and I move fast

But you won't see me fall apart

'Cause I've got an elastic heart

Elastic Heart (Piano Version) - Sia

--

Okay back to the Leo vibez

I can cast a spell of secrets you can tell

Mix a special brew, put fire inside of you

Anytime you feel danger or fear

Then instantly I will appear, 'cause

I’m Every Woman - Chaka Chan

You can dance

You can jive

Having the time of your life

Ooh, see that girl

Watch that scene

Digging the dancing queen

Dancing Queen - ABBA

I'm on tonight

You know my hips don't lie (no fighting)

And I'm starting to feel it's right

All the attraction, the tension

Don't you see, baby, this is perfection?

Hips Don’t Lie (featr. Wyclef Jean) - Shakira

You got to strut like you mean it

Free your mind

It's not enough just to dream it

Come on, come on, get up

Strut - The Cheetah Girls

I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it

7 rings - Ariana Grande

I want fabulous,

That is my simple request,

All things fabulous,

Bigger and better and best,

I need something inspiring to help me get along,

I need a little fabulous is that so wrong?

Fabulous - Sharpay

[artofthemixtape]

This is What Love Is - [I'm Yours]

Gomez: *sits a large chair and stairs in a roaring fire* So you're almost done with the mixtape. Time for a strong finish mi amiga, yes?

Roses: Yeah, I'm not sure how to end it. I want to you know, bottle up the wonderful feeling we create for each other when we're together and find a song that evokes it.

Gomez: My favorite thing about you is the size of your dreams, Roses. You see what's possible and your heart just aches at the gap of trying to make dreams come alive. Surely if in another life you are reincarnated as an angel you should get the power to make dreams come true. It would be perfect for your soul because it wants nothing more. As for this song... Well, you are asking quite a lot of a love song.

Roses: *looks up* Yes. No. Maybe. I mean, sure my default setting is moonshot, absolutely. And also I think that's the ballpark that a lovesong lives in--they're meant to make you feel that emotion. It's the subject artists have been making art about for the longest and the most because we're all trying to make sense of it, find it, celebrate it, get it back, heal from it. Love is a magic word.

Gomez: Amor? No... nothing is purer, amor is

Roses: *kindly cuts in* English is limited, Gomez. See how you reached for Spanish immediately when you wanted to speak of love? It's because there are not the different kinds and gradations we need in English. I love my wife, my child, and my car and I'm bound to use the same word. How utterly awful is that?

Gomez: I told Morticia te amo on the first day I met her because my heart was hers from the moment I saw her of course. But in Spanish when someone wants to express that in-between space between, I like you and what I feel for Morticia they say te queiro. It translates to I want you directly but the connotation is more complex. There are more hues and levels of love in Spanish.

Roses: Right, in English it's just the one word for all levels and for all people and objects. And so consequently, it's a magic word. People don't say it. Or they don't say it enough. It's kinda like the word soulmates and how it only gets to be a very narrow definition when really soulmates have levels and complexity. I looked it up of course. It's got at least 23 definitions and that sidesteps the real issue that the word love is magic and means so much and many things. So, in America, to say "I love you" is an abject declaration and a giant emotional risk because our language is broken. The chasm left between like and love is immense in English and it's one of the true tragedies for a so-called romantic language.

Gomez: Are you planning on putting a linguistics lecture as your big close to your mixtape, mi amiga? I thought she was not a words person.

Roses: No my friend. I was just thinking that it's a romantic playlist. The whole subtext is about love but because English is broken it's a censored word. *looks at notes* But, the word means to have a profoundly tender, passionate affection, mingled with sexual desire, for another person. That's the right word. No synonym will do. It's a steadily increasing flow of intimacy, passion, and commitment and then one day somebody will be brave enough to jump across the chasm from "I like you" to "I love you" even though both people are feeling all these complex gradients in between that we don't get to have words for. So, I found this song and I think the lyrics nailed it:

I know that you love me/Darling, you don't have to say it/You know you can trust me/It's okay, it's complicated - Baby, I'm yours.

Gomez: *smiles warmly* That's beautiful. I continue to hope this blooms for you.

Roses: Thanks, that means a lot. Her theme was, 'This is What Love Is' and I just wanted that to have a poetic reply that said that it was ok to feel all of it and not have the right words for it.

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

WRITING ADVENT CALENDAR

Day 12

Prompt: Going to a christmas sing-along

AKA: The roller kids may or may not be drunk at a karaoke bar

Read on ao3 or under the cut

Normally, the Jam and Roller gang used to sing at Roller, but today, they had gone to a local karaoke bar. This was because there was a christmas sing-along there, which they thought sounded fun.

They entered the karaoke bar and people were already singing. On stage there were three girls, singing some songs they thought they had heard on a competition once. As they finished, everyone applauded and a man came up to greet them all.

"Yes, and now we're going to have a sing along of classic christmas songs! I think we can start off with the one every single person not from a spanish speaking country blasts when it's christmas, as it's the only one in spanish they know of."

Everyone groaned but also chuckled.

"Feliz Navidad!"

The music started playing, with the lyrics showing up on a screen. Everyone began singing along. Some louder than others. Someone straight up screamed the lyrics. Though, they couldn't figure out who.

As the song finished, they moved on to the next one. Navidad, Navidad.

Everyone hoped it was going to be more "fun" christmas songs, but they just had to get through it.

After that song, there was Jingle bells, which was just the same song but in english. Then there were a few other english christmas songs they sang along to.

As they sang, they ordered some drinks. They weren't really sure what was in them, or really, who ordered them, but the more they drank, the more... funny, they felt.

Suddenly, the announcer came back. "And that was all the christmas songs we had! Now, you're very welcome to sing any song you'd like!"

"It's done already?" Luna asked, looking a little tired.

"I guess so," Simón shrugged. "Wanna sing something on stage?"

Yam looked at Jim and smirked, "Do you wanna expose more people to our A rodar mi vida cover?"

"Oh!" Ámbar exclaimed, "Can I join? I really feel like singing today!"

"Sure," the girls giggled. Ámbar did not look very sober, so this would look fine.

"Should we join?" Matteo asked, "I want to join!"

"Sure," Luna said, "Let's... all join..." She felt a bit dizzy in the head. But she clapped her hands together and went up on stage. Simón followed up as well.

"I'll record you!" Jazmin said, putting up her tablet.

The music started, and Ámbar was the first to sing. However, she practically screamed the lyrics, causing people to laugh. Matteo decided to take the lead from there, trying to sing as well as he could. He then pointed at Luna, and she awkwardly started to sing the next part while swinging her head back and forth. Simón grabbed the microphone from her to sing, but in the middle of it he started giggling. Yam tried to fix it all by adding some nice vocals, but she got distracted as Jim decided to hug her and rock them both slowly back and forth. As they came to the chorus, everyone sounded really out of tune, like they were about to laugh at any moment, or like Ámbar, just screamed like there was no tomorrow.

"Haha!" Jazmin laughed. She turned to the bartender, "What was in those drinks?"

"Coca cola?" he replied.

Jazmin's eyes widened and then she continued to listen to the performance.

As they all finished, the crowd was roaring with laughter and applauding them. They thanked them and walked down from stage.

"Best perfomance of my life!" Simón laughed as he picked up Luna and Ámbar, somehow being able to lift both of them, and swinging them around.

"Yeah, but I think it's best we head home," Yam said, with Jim resting her head on Yam's shoulder. "I feel like if we stay, we might do something more and eventually embarrass ourselves."

"You've already embarrassed yourself!" Jazmin cackled. Everyone stared at her in confusion. She giggled nervously. "Uh. Only joking!"

[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.

[sweetyyhippyy]

La Diosa del Carnaval. Spencer Reid X Female Reader.

(Not my gif).

Summary: Based on the song “La Diosa Del Carnival (Spanish Eyes)” by Ricky Martin. Spencer meets a girl he falls head over heels for while in a different country.

TW: Sexual content (not much detail). Language.

Word Count: 2.4k

A.N.: Okay so the song is in both English and Spanish! The link below is for the English version that the one shot is based off of! The title is based of the name of the Spanish version! Also, the song lyrics are in italics and the story is in regular text, anything that the reader says in Spanish is in bold!

*LINK FOR SONG*

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I met a girl At the Carnival In Rio de Janeiro

Spencer was actually enjoying himself very much as he and Derek walked through the crowded streets of Rio. He would never admit that he was glad that Derek all but hog tied him on the plane and dragged him along for the next two weeks of their mandatory vacation from work. He loved the history behind the celebration, but he did love seeing all the people dancing as well… and as shallow as it sounded: the women dancing.

The street they were on wasn’t nearly as crowded as the other ones they had seen. There was a small parade that he and Derek stopped to watch. There were people with instruments, large elaborate headdresses, and colorful clothing. There was a group of women that were dancing down the parade, coming up to Derek and Spencer, a few of them grabbing other people that were spectating and bringing them out to dance with them.

One girl in particular caught Spencer’s eye, she wore a gold, sparkly short dress that ended mid thigh, her long dark hair flowing down her back. He scanned her body up and down until he saw just how beautiful she was. And her eyes. They were deep chocolate brown, and the eye makeup she wore only brought out the color more. She was more than 10 feet from him and he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Spencer watched as she twirled down closer to him, making eye contact with him and smiling wide.

“Come here!” She yells in Spanish, taking his hands and pulling him toward her. She holds his hands as she tries to lead him in the dance, but Spencer had next to no rhythm. She can’t help but laugh and turn around, keeping his hands in hers as she grinds against him.

Spencer was dumbfounded as this woman began shaking her ass, a nice ass if he did say so himself, all the way down the long street until they came to a building that held what seemed to be a thousand people.

She finally let go of his hands and turned around to smile at him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to take you from your friend.” She rattled off in quick Spanish.

“Oh, I don’t speak Spanish.” Spencer tries to respond as best he can in the Spanish he knows.

She nods her head and smiles again. “I said I’m sorry for taking you from your friend. You’re very cute and I saw you looking at me.” She says in English, a very thick accent present.

“It’s okay, it was really fun. You uh… think I’m cute?” He asks, flashing her a smile.

“I do. No rhythm, but cute.”

Spencer can’t help but laugh. “Why don’t you teach me to dance?”

“Yeah? Okay, come with me.”

***

We danced all night On the boulevard In doorways, we did the tango

She laughed as he tried to dance along with her, trying to follow her lead. “You have no rhythm.”

Spencer laughs in return. “I really don’t. I’ve never danced with someone else before.”

“You need to move your hips.” She says, putting her hands on both sides of his hips and trying to get him to move somewhat on beat to the song that was playing through the streets.

Spencer felt awkward as he somewhat swayed his hips back and forth. “Do I look ridiculous? Don’t lie.”

The woman holds back a laugh and looks up at him with the most beautiful eyes has ever seen. “You are adorable.”

“You think so? Does that mean the same thing here as it does in America?”

“Put your hands on my hips.” She says, taking them and putting his large palms on her hips. She moved her hips perfectly to the rhythm, her middle brushing up against Spencer’s crotch as she did.

He tried to think of the least sexy thing he knew, but he was hypnotized by her movements, and blood started rushing to his pants. Spencer brought her closer, making her grind against him.

Her eyes flickered up to meet his, her hands sliding up his covered arms. “This is how you like to dance?”

“With you, yes.” Spencer was not a confident man, but with her, he had all the confidence in the world.

She brings her hand up to the back of Spencer’s head, her fingers tangling in his hair while she stares at his lips closer to hers. “You kiss me?”

“Is that okay?”

She nods her head and softly brings his lips to hers, making the kiss so sensual. She let him take control of the kiss, dropping her hand from his hair to his shoulders.

Spencer wraps his arms around her waist and brings her impossibly closer to him, deepening the kiss.  

It was her that needed to pull back from the kiss first, her cheeks hot along with the rest of her body. “Your kiss has good rhythm.” She jokes.

Spencer laughs too, holding her hand. “I liked kissing you.”

“You can kiss me more.” She says, playing with his hand. “And more.”

“More?”

“You fuck me.” She more so said as a statement than a question. “Is that okay?”

“I-is that okay with you?”

She stretches up to kiss him again, almost like a confirmation.

“My hotel is down the street, is that okay?”

“Yes it’s okay.”

Spencer takes her hand again and begins walking down the streets with her.

***

I miss her lips And the way she sashayed her hips As she shook her shoulders I miss the smell of her hair, I don't care

She straddled Spencer’s lap as she kissed him hungrily, grinding against his already hard cock. He hadn’t even been inside her yet and she was already more turned on than he could imagine.

Spencer was trying his hardest to compose himself and not lose it prematurely, but he was aching, he needed her that much. He tangled his fingers up in her long dark hair, softly pulling it back to expose her neck to him. He could smell the slightest hint of vanilla in her hair as she brought his head closer to her, encouraging him to kiss her neck.

She moaned as she felt him tug her hair and his lips pepper  her skin with kisses. She hummed as he found a sweet spot just below her jaw and sucked on her olive skin. “Fuck me please.” She whispered  in his ear. “Please?”

“Yeah baby. You want it?” He asks in a soft voice, his fingertips moving down her bare back.

“Yes. Yes I want it.” She responds in Spanish. Her eyes did all the begging for her as Spencer looked at her.

He was willing to give her anything she wanted.

***

We were dancing in the summer rain We were dancing through the night I never knew her real name So I called her Spanish Eyes

They could both hear the pitter patter of the rain hitting the balcony of Spencer’s hotel room as Spencer was behind her, thrusting into her as quickly as he could. It was the third time she had begged for another round, not wanting him to stop. He lightly touched one of the tattoos on her back, an Angel wing just below her shoulder blade, a matching one on the other side.

God was she truly an Angel.

She gripped the sheets, knuckles white as she moaned and praised him in Spanish.

Spencer flipped her onto her back in one quick motion, needing to see her eyes while he fucked her senseless. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?” He asked while still fucking into her.

Her under eye makeup had started to smudge from the few tears that had slipped past them while she cried from her orgasms ripping through her.

She moaned in response, gripping his arms. “You’re good at fucking me. Has anyone ever told you that?”

Spencer smirked and leaned down to kiss her, making him dig deeper inside her.

She moaned loudly into the kiss as he hit a new angle.

“I feel like a jerk.” He panted, resting his forehead on her. “I don’t know your name.”

“Just call me Diosa. It means goddess.”

“Yeah, you’re a goddess alright, baby. My beautiful Diosa.” He whispered against her side lips before kissing her again.

***

The sun came up And the girl was gone Her masquerade was over

Spencer jolted out of his sleep as he heard his phone ring from his nightstand. He quickly reached over for it, answering it once he saw Derek’s name on the screen.

“Hello?” He clears his throat, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Good morning. I didn’t want to disturb you or your… guest, but we gotta go, plane leaves in 2 hours.”

Spencer didn’t think about his friend hearing him and the girl going at it last night, but he knew he would have a lot of explaining to do on the plane. And he knew he was going to have to explain to her he was leaving, and he didn’t know if and when he was coming back.  “Okay. I’ll be down in 20, maybe 30.”

“If you need time let me know.”

Spencer could hear Derek snicker on the other end.

“Will do.” He says, hanging the phone up. Spencer looks back to the other side of the bed to see an empty space where she was just hours ago.

Spencer sits up in bed, thinking she might have been in the bathroom taking a shower. His body slightly aching as he stands up from the bed and walks around the hotel room. The trail of her clothes was no longer mixed in with his own. He walked to the bathroom finally, just to see the door wide open with the light off.

She was gone.

***

I searched the streets Drunk with love But no one seemed to know her

The room was an average hotel room for one person, there wasn’t anywhere else she could have gone in the room.

He grabbed a pair of pants and a shirt and walked out of his room, going to see if maybe she was wandering around, grabbing breakfast. Spencer reached the lobby and started walking through the mini courtyard they had, searching for his girl.

“Hey, hey! There’s the playboy!” Derek says, slapping his back.

“Did you see the girl I left with?”

“No. I had my own thing going on I didn’t even see you go back with anyone? She ditched you?”

Spencer’s head was in a swivel, looking through the crowd of people for the girl with the eyes he fell in love with.

“You didn’t get her number?” Derek asks.

“No. I… I didn’t even get her name.” Spencer mutters, turning back to head to the lobby to talk to the woman up front. “Excuse me, th-the woman I walked in with last night, did you see if she left? Where she went?”

“No sir I’m sorry, I just got in an hour ago and didn’t work last night.”

Spencer sighs, rubbing the back of his neck.

Hours had passed by the time Spencer had got back from his one person manhunt. He could have talked to a thousand people in the streets, trying his best to describe the woman he was with the night prior. It was practically impossible to tell anyone who he was looking for without her real name.

With a heavy heart he went back to his empty hotel room, the sheets on the bed still a tangled mess, the only evidence of the night prior and the only evidence he had that she was even real.

He searched the room for anything she might have left behind that might have had her name written on, or even a piece of clothing he might have taken back to get DNA tested… even though he knew in the back of his mind he knew he would be crazy to do that.

***

I miss the touch of her body so much I long for the warmth inside her

“I need a break!” She moans, rolling off on top of Spencer and  onto the spot next to him. She smiles and laughs, covering her face.

“What’s so funny?” He questions, laying on his side to get a better look at her face.

“Me.” She says, dropping her hands down at her side. “It’s not like me to sleep with someone I don’t know.”

“Me either. But I’m glad I did.” He said, kissing her forehead. “You’re so beautiful.”

Her entire face turns hot at his compliment, she bites back a full face smile as she turns her head away from him.

“You know you’re beautiful baby.” He whispers softly, taking her hand and kissing the back of it.

“How are you good in bed, handsome, and sweet? They don’t make them like you here.”

“You don’t want me to leave? That way you can have me whenever you want?”

“In a perfect world, my Spencer, yes.” She says, her hand going up to touch his cheek lovingly.

His eyes flutter closed as she touches his skin. Her loving nature was something he wasn’t used to, but he always craved from a woman like her.

“Tell me your thoughts.” She whispers.

“You. I only have you on my mind.”

She hums and kisses his lips delicately. “What about me?”

“I can’t stop thinking about your eyes. That was the first thing that drew me to you. How unbelievably beautiful you are. How kind you are. How much I want you and don’t want to give you up.”

“I’m right here, baby. You have me. I’m not going anywhere.” She whispers, bringing him in for yet another round. 

Spencer sighs as he thinks back to the night before, his heart feeling empty as he sits in his seat on the plane back home.

***

Somewhere in time, she will come back to me And I'll spend my whole life beside her

Spencer borderline felt silly admitting he missed someone he only knew for a few hours. But their night was more than just sex. In between their rounds they talked about their life stories, more so Spencer than her just because she felt self conscious with her language barrier.

She was understanding and sympathetic toward all of the hardships he had gone through his whole life, and actually got a bit emotional at some of his stories.

Spencer felt things for her that he hadn’t felt for someone else in years.

“Hey, hey, pretty boy.” Derek comes into the room, giving Spencer a friendly slap on his shoulder. “Thinking hard over here. You’ve been reading the same two pages of your book for like 30 minutes. What’s going on?”

“Nothing. It’s… it’s dumb.” He shrugs it off, putting his bookmark in between the pages of his book and setting it on the small table in front of him.

“Is this about the girl?”

Spencer sighs and nods his head sheepishly. “I know it’s stupid of me to miss her.”

Derek shakes his head in disagreement. “It’s not. You don’t have to know someone for months on end in order to have an emotional connection. Do you believe in love at first sight?”

“I didn’t used to. But now I guess I kinda do. She was just so… nice. She listened to me. She got it.”

“Why do you think she took off?”

“I wish I knew.” He shrugged, rubbing his hand at the back of his neck.

“I don’t know if you believe in fate, but if you do, you two will find each other again.”

Spencer didn’t believe in fate at all, he was a man of science after all.

But for her, he could believe in anything in order to see her again.

[mr-and-mr-diaz]

I just. I just thought about Eddie holding baby Jee-Yun? And singing to her while she clutches at his finger with her tiny meaty baby hand??

Maybe Buck freaked out a little because she was being fussy and wouldn't settle, and its probably nothing but hey, who better to call than Eddie, who conveniently has the day off and cuts off Buck's panicked rambling with a soothing;

"Its okay, Buck. Give me ten minutes, okay? You're doing great. She's probably just restless."

Eddie gets there and sends Buck off to cook dinner or shower or take a nap, scooping Jee-Yun out of her travel crib and making sure she's changed, warm, fed and content. And its been so long since Christopher was this tiny, but holding Jee-Yun makes him think back to that tiny, wriggly little bundle in his arms for the first time, back before it all went to shit.

Eddie pacing slowly around the lower loft, singing quietly, tickling her little chin, grinning when she giggles and gurgles at him. And he can see so much of Maddie and Chimney in her already. She's got Maddie's eyes and Chimney's lopsided grin.

(And for a little crack, maybe Buck catches this scene and is so overwhelmed he just blurts out; "put a baby in me!" And Eddie is like; "... What?" 👁👄👁 Which cues a hilariously awkward but heartfelt confession of feelings on both sides.)

Hey hey! So I like I told you I started this a while ago and then got SEVERE AND DEBILITATING writers block, and it sat waiting for new life. And then 5x03 happened, so Hello, new life! I hope you love it!

With You, My Life, I Will Get Married

Warning: mild spoilers for 9-1-1 season 5 episode 3.

Chimney was out searching for Maddie.

After shifts, on weekends, whenever he had a second, he was either spending time with Jee or out searching for her mom.

In times when he was on the search everyone at the 118 was making time to watch Jee Yun. Mrs. Lee was doing what she could, but couldn't always be available, and when that happened, Jee would spend some time at Bobby and Athena's or by Hen and Karen. And when they had too much going on, or when either of the uncles felt like they weren't getting enough time with their beautiful niece, she would spend time at her Uncle Buck's or Uncle Albert's.

Uncle Buck got lucky this time.

Eight hours in and everything had gone wrong. Buck shoulders were damp with spit-up, baby drool, and snot and all Jee seemed capable of doing was crying, crying, crying.

"I'm so sorry! I don't know what I did wrong, and, and now--just, Jee, please, it's okay, I'm here--!"

She continued to yell and Buck got more and more panicked. "Your Uncle Albert's gonna be here in like 5 minutes, Jee, okay? And then, maybe, maybe he's better with you? And will make you happy, and then--Oh God, what have I done wrong--"

A knocking at the door sent him back on his feet, swaying toward the loft entrance. It opened before he could get there, however, and he stopped where he was, a furious Jee Yun screaming in his ears as Eddie Diaz, not Albert Han, walked in.

"You look like you're having fun." Eddie's eyebrow was raised and his mouth quirked in a teasing smile.

"Eddie...?" Buck's momentary shock was interrupted as Jee let out another wail. "Um, sorry, this isn't the best time at the moment, but Albert--"

"--has a date tonight and sent me as his relief." Eddie reached out and plucked Jee Yun from Buck's arms. "And you have a date with your shower and a few hours' sleep."

"I--no, it's okay, I know you just got off shift--"

"Buck." Eddie shifted Jee to one arm, and the other rested on Buck's chest, over his pattering heartbeat. He met Buck's eyes, his own calm despite the bundle of adorable chaos still screaming bloody murder into his shoulder. "Go shower."

"...Yeah, okay."

***

She truly was one of the cutest babies, even when she was liable to wake up the neighborhood with her noise, Eddie thought with a smile as he re-seated her over one shoulder and began to firmly but gently tap her back.

"Your Tio Eddie is going to assume this is a gas issue, okay, chiquita? Christopher used to have this all the time, and he would scream and cry." Eddie huffed ruefully. "I was useless at it then, but Shannon showed me what to do." He kept tapping at her back. "Good set of lungs means a healthy baby, good job, Jee. Now, let's see if we can't get this gas out of you so you can calm down and you and your Tio Buck can get some sleep, okay?"

Eddie started circling the room, the sun beginning to set as he heard he shower turn on.

"There you go, see? Your Buck is going to get all showered since you drooled all over him, and then you both can get some sleep, how's that sound?"

He was answered with a burp far louder than Jee's small body should be capable of making. Then a sweet gurgling sound as she nestled her chin into his shoulder.

"There, feel better, mi princesa?" Eddie whispered against her soft, downy hair. "When I was small and got upset, and my parents got annoyed with my sulking, they'd send me to Abuela. And she would sit me down on her lap, just like this," he sat down on Buck's couch, and settled Jee Yun against his broad chest, rubbing her small back with a large warm hand. "And she would hug me until I forgot what I was so upset about. All I could think about was the smell of her perfume and how much I wanted to be like her one day.

"Then Pepa would come out and yell at both of us that it's about damn time we came into the house, dinner doesn't make itself." Eddie laughed at the memory. Jee made a small discontented noise and Eddie stood up again, walking toward the kitchen, where he saw the half-formed works of bottle making on the counter. "Shhh, princesa, Tio Eddie's gonna make you a bottle." With Jee over his shoulder, sounding more and more on the edge of hunger-panic, Eddie quickly assembled a bottle then leaned back against the kitchen island and cradled Jee Yun in his arms, pressing the nipple to her mouth, which she accepted gratefully.

"Better, yeah? Where was I...? Oh." Eddie smiled. "Once we were inside, Pepa, Abuela and I would make arroz con leche. Abuella would wash the rice, Pepa would be tutting the whole time about too much sugar, but she would always wink at me and add just a bit more before the cinnamon." Eddie couldn't help the smile that stole over his face as he remembered Abuela's warm kitchen in her El Paso ranch house before she and Pepa relocated to LA. In winter, the windows would fog over from the heat of whatever was on the stove. When she left, a lot of Eddie's heart left with her.

"They used to sing me the song too, you know?" Jee gurgled around her dinner and Eddie smiled again. "Well, I wasn't planning to sing it, but you drive a hard bargain." Eddie's poked Jee's soft cheek with a finger and began to sing.

Arroz con leche se quiere casar con una viudita de la capital, que sepa tejer, que sepa bordar, que ponga la aguja en su campanal.

(English translation: Rice with milk (rice pudding) Wishes to get married With a little widow from the capital. Who knows how to weave (or knit), Who knows how to embroider, Who puts the church steeple in the bell tower.)

***

Eddie was no American Idol contestant, but his voice was soothing and good. Strong. Listening to him sing from his seat on the stairs, Buck almost felt like he was where Jee currently snuggled, right against Eddie's chest, as his bass voice sung the gentle Spanish lyrics, harmonized by the occasional happy noise from Jee Yun.

Yo soy la viudita la hija del rey. Me quiero casar y no sé con quien. Contigo sí, contigo no, Contigo mi vida me casaré yo.

(English translation: I am the widow The daughter of the king, I want to get married and I don’t know with whom. With you, yes. With you, no. With you, my life, I will get married.)

Buck's head knocked lightly against the banister, body relaxing. He wasn't wearing a shirt, just the softest sweatpants he owned with a towel draped over his shoulders to catch water from the mess of wet curls on his head.

Eddie's so hard on himself all the time. I don't get it. He's such a good dad.

Dazedly, Buck's eyes fixed on Eddie's mouth as he repeated the verses again. Then Eddie sighed.

"Afterward Pepa would ask me who I want to marry and Abuela would laugh at me, and I'd always complain--" Jee gurgled again. "Like that, yes. But honestly, it was nice... Even though between you and me, Pepa can't sing very well at all." Eddie's lips quirked again in a smile. "Kind of like your Uncle Buck."

Buck startled at his name and looked up at Eddie's eyes. They twinkled back at him in the dying last light of the day, Eddie's golden skin lit by the last rays of the sun. Buck felt his face heat with a blush, knew there was nothing to do about it.

"Sorry, I should've--"

"Feel better after your shower?"

Buck sighed and smiled. "Yeah. World's better." He stood, stretching out his long legs as he descended the stairs. It was full dark now, but Buck didn't feel like turning on a light. "I can take her now."

"Nope." Eddie met him midway, hand on Buck's shoulder turning him around. "You're both getting some sleep now." One hand on Buck's shoulder, the other holding a drowsy Jee Yun, Eddie guided him back up the stairs, and pressed Buck down until he was sitting on his bed.

"Eddie, are you sure--"

"Shhh." Eddie deposited Jee into Buck's arms, then sat down behind him. "You can hold her for now." Eddie's hands skimmed up Buck's warm back then pulled the towel off Buck's shoulders, laying it on top of Buck's head, where a corner flopped over his eyes.

"Eddie?"

"Hold still, Buck."

Eddie's strong hands curled into the towel and Buck's hair, rubbing vigorously to get it dry. "Seriously, anyone who has ever seen your hair at work would marvel at how different it looks before you comb and gel all the life out of it." He rubbed vigorously, and Buck felt himself relaxing back against Eddie's chest. Tomorrow, he might look back at this and feel embarrassed. He might have to apologize. Tomorrow, he would go back to hiding how much he felt for the man who was drying his hair, still absent-mindedly humming the Arroz con leche tune under his breath. But for now, Eddie was too near and too warm and too... Eddie. And Buck found that he couldn't deny himself Eddie right now.

Buck cleared his throat and made himself focus on their conversation. "I used to wear my hair naturally, but people said it looked floppy. Made me look like a puppy."

"People are stupid sometimes, Buck. You know this." Eddie's thumb traced the shell of Buck's ear. "And if you think slicking back your hair makes you look less like a puppy, you really shouldn't be bothering." He snickered as Buck tried to shoulder his chest and Jee made a noise of complaint.

"So I just look like a puppy all the time, huh?"

The towel dropped. Eddie's arms came around, holding onto Buck and Jee Yun both. "I think you're a beautiful man, Buck."

The air in Buck's chest hiccupped out of his mouth. His heart picked up speed as the places where Eddie's hands rested on his stomach seemed to heat from within. "Y... Eddie?"

"Shhh. Sleep now. Jee's asleep, but who knows for how long." Eddie's voice was gruff, embarrassed. "I'll just--"

"Stay?" It came out too high, too soft. Buck cleared his throat and tried again. "I mean, if it isn't any trouble, and--"

"I can stay." Eddie's arms tightened around Buck again and he pulled him backwards until Buck could lay out flat on his back, before pressing Buck's head down on his pillow. Then Eddie pulled Jee from Buck's arms and sat back against the headrest, legs folded together, Buck's niece cuddled again against his chest. "Sleep now."

"Okay." There was so much Buck wanted to know. To say. It all got stopped in his throat as fear tamped it all down to squirm in his chest.

"Eddie?" The word found its way out.

"Hm?"

"...Nothing."

A sigh. Then, "Come here."

Buck didn't hesitate, moving his head off the pillow and onto Eddie's lap. Eddie's spare hand found its way back into his curls and tugged lightly before stroking through them, gently, so gently.

"Sleep now."

"Okay. But," Buck's jaw cracked around a large yawn. "Before... you have to know..."

"Hm?"

"You are... so beautiful... Eddie Diaz."

Buck felt Eddie's hand tighten in his hair again, before releasing, fingers wandering down to trace his eyebrows, his nose, his lips.

"Sleep, querido."

As Buck's eyes slipped closed, and awareness almost dropped away, he swore he could feel lips press lightly right above his eye, on his birth mark.

"Contigo mi vida me casaré yo."

[blackmissfrizzle]

The Barbershop (EZ Edition)

Angel’s Edition

Miguel’s Edition

Pairing: EZ Reyes x black!reader

Summary: The reader gets EZ ready for his patch party.

Warnings: Use of the n-word & smut

A/N: Thank you to @ly--canthrope​ for the EZ fluff prompts!  

A/N (2): I highly suggest listening to El Clavo while listening. Also, I think Nestor and Coco might be getting some attention from me, so be on the look out for that.

Prompts: 

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice” 

Person scrunching their nose & other kisses them

When you got your first pair of clippers in high school, EZ was your first customer and ever since you’ve been cutting his hair. Even when he went off to college, EZ came back to Santo Padre to get his hari cut by his best friend. The only time you didn’t cut his hair was when he was in prison for those 8 years, but since he’s been back, he hasn’t missed an appointment.

Now here he was at your house with his hair longer than usual because he was busy with club shit. Luckily, he came by with enough time for you to do his hair before his patch party. “Ezekiel, please come to me before your hair gets this long again.”

He pinched your side as you moved around him. “Hey, you do Angel’s hair all the time and his hair is a shit ton longer than mines.”

“I’m used to Angel’s long locks! You’re supposed to be the clean-cut brother.” You stopped cutting his hair and moved the clippers in front of his face. “Oh, and if you pinch me again while I’m doing your hair, I’ll purposefully fuck up your hairline. Let’s see how many of those hang arounds will want your dick then.”

He held up his hands in surrender and mumbled his apologies, but not really meaning it. As long as you’ve been his best friend his favorite pastime was to rile you up. He loved how flustered you got when you couldn’t come up with a clever comeback. He loved how your hand slapped him across his body even if it was a little painful. He loved how your eyes widened in shock and he couldn’t help but wonder if that’s how you’ll look when he finally gets the chance to slip inside you.

Everyone was aware of his crush on you, except you. The only reason EZ didn’t tell you was because with the pair of you, timing was awful. When he realized he was in love with you, you had a boyfriend and when you broke up with that boyfriend EZ was with Emily. Then, he went off to prison and when he came back, he didn’t want to involve you with his mess, so he kept his distance. But he couldn’t wait anymore, he had to let you know.

“Hey, Y/N/N,” he grabbed your attention by lightly grazing your hip. “Yes, Ezekiel?” He let out a soft groan. He loved when you used his full name. It didn’t matter if you were yelling it excitement, teasing him, or scolding him, he just loved to hear it.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t say anything else because your phone started to ring. It was your sorta boyfriend, Rick. EZ couldn’t stand him. He was a douchebag that gave you more headaches than anything. And it was obvious to EZ that you didn’t love him. It was evident in the way you talked about him like an annoying chore. For the life of him, EZ didn’t understand why you kept him around.

“Oh, so now you’re coming? Well, just meet me there because EZ’s riding with me.” EZ couldn’t help to smile a bit at you putting Rick in his place. He tried to listen to Rick’s response, but he could only make out his tone and from that he could tell he was pissed. “Why? Nigga, I don’t have to give you a reason why my best friend is riding in my car.” Even though you were busy with your little argument your hand never faltered, cutting hair was second nature to you. “Ugh, if you must know its his party and I’m planning to get him plastered, so he needs a DD. That’s good with you? Oh, wait I don’t care,” You hung up the phone soon after that.

“Rick coming?” EZ managed to keep the disdain for him out of his voice. “Who knows? Probably be better if he stays but forget about him.” You turned off the clippers and brushed his hair, then gave EZ the mirror to inspect himself. After he gave his haircut a serious inspection, he started biting his lip and doing his signature pretty boy poses.

“Okay, Lothario if you’re done making out with yourself in the mirror, imma go take a shower to start getting ready.” As you turned to walk away, EZ grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him. “Thank you, querida.” He kissed your wrist and gave you those adorable puppy dog eyes. “No problem, EZ,” you gave him a kiss on the cheek, then went to your bathroom to get ready and ignored your heart swelling up from EZ’s touch.

An hour later you were still getting ready and EZ was taking a shower. While you were applying on makeup, EZ walked into your room wet, fresh out the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. You knew EZ was ripped, but see it up close, my god there are no words.

EZ caught your staring in the mirror. “Like what you see?” He asked, flexing his pecs. “Ew, no!” You falsely claimed and scrunched up your nose in faux disgust.  EZ came up to you and kissed your nose before snatching your lotion off the dresser.  “You know what, you’re right. You love it.” EZ was so damn close to you that you could feel the heat of the shower radiating off of him.

“Yeah, I love it,” you deadpanned before pushing him away. “Now get ready. I don’t want you to be late to your own party.”

--

While EZ was having the time of his life, you were having the opposite. Rick ended up coming, but he was in a funky mood thus bringing your mood down. When his first words were something about how your dress wasn’t flattering, you made plans to break up with him. Using him as a distraction from EZ was draining your soul and you didn’t need that kind of energy in your life.

He made the breakup easier for you when you caught him in the restroom with one of Vicky’s girls with his dick in her mouth. You couldn’t even muster up any anger, instead you gave the girl and extra $100 for her troubles.

Although, getting cheated on sucked, what pissed you off the most was the girls all fawning over EZ. They were all over him like bitches in heat, rubbing on his chest, arms, and head, commenting on his haircut…your haircut. “Damn chica, just go claim your man.” Coco observed how you were sending death glares at the women.

“He’s not my man! He’s grown and can do whatever he wants.” You sputtered, surprised at being caught. “Exactly! If you weren’t too chicken, then he’d be your man.” Angel commented, taking a sip of his beer.

You ignored Coco’s and Angel’s somewhat encouraging words to look back at EZ. Your face instantly brightened when you saw how at ease he was. It wasn’t too often EZ could let go like this.

EZ felt a pair of eyes on him and when he found out it was you his eyes gleamed, he cracked that boyish smile and raised his beer to you. Excusing himself EZ made his way to you and gave you a hug. “Ezekiel, what’s with the hug?”

“I miss you.”

“You rode with me here, EZ.”

“Its Ezekiel and I barely talked to you since we’ve been here. Is it so bad that I want to party with my best friend?” You scrunched up your face. “I guess not.”

EZ hummed his appeasement and kissed your nose.  “Come dance with me.” He didn’t give you time to reject him. Tightly he tugged your hand and pulled you into the middle of the scrapyard.

Prince Royce and Maluma’s El Clavo began to play. EZ knew how much you loved this song, but since you didn’t know Spanish you didn’t understand the song. It was ironic to him that this song was playing tonight. Earlier, he saw how Angel escorted Rick out and the relief wash over you when you saw him leave. He knew Rick must’ve done something stupid. If it wasn’t for your need to avoid conflict, EZ would’ve beat his ass right then and there.

“What are you doing?” You questioned EZ as he placed his leg between yours and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Dancing obviously,” he chuckled near your ear sending vibrations throughout your body.

You decided not to fight him and followed his lead. There’s been plenty of times you’ve dance with EZ, but it was always playful and fun, but this…this was different, this was sensual. A passionate dance only meant to be shared between lovers.

“Eyes,” he ordered assertively. It was his command to you when he wanted you to feel what he was saying.

Si esta noche tu novio te bota (If tonight your boyfriend throws you out) Dile que tú no estás sola (Tell him that you are not alone) Que tú estás conmigo, que yo sí te cuido (That you are with me, that I do take care of you) No como ese idiota (no como ese idiota) (Not like that idiot (not like that idiot) Si esta noche tu novio te bota (If tonight your boyfriend throws you out) Dile que tú no andas sola (que no 'tás sola) (Tell him that you are not alone (that you are not alone) Que yo soy el clavo que saca ese clavo (That I am the nail that pulls that nail)

Y dile que se joda (And tell him to fuck) Maluma, baby

Your breath hitched as EZ began translating the lyrics to English. He had to be able to feel how fast your heart was beating. “There it is.” He pointed out. “There what is?”

“That look.” He tugged your bottom lip that you had tucked underneath your teeth. “What look?” Your breath brushed against his thumb and it took all his control not to pounce on you.

“Eyes blown out, chest heaving. See,” EZ gripped your chin to keep your eyes leveled with his. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice. It’s the same look I have when I look at you.”

“Stop playing with me, Ezekiel.” Your heart couldn’t take it if this was some sort of joke. “I’m not.” His voice did not waver.

“What about Emily? Or Gabby?”

“Distractions. Distractions that kept me from the real thing for too long.” You sucked your teeth in disbelief. EZ decided to translate the song for you some more. If you weren’t going to believe his words, then maybe you’ll believe another’s.

Yo llevo la cuenta, esta es la quinta vez  (I keep track, this is the fifth time) Pero yo no entiendo por qué no lo ves   (But I don't understand why you don't see him) Tú estás demasiado buena para estar con él (mamacita) (You're too hot to be with him (mamacita)) Tremenda mujer para estar con él  (Tremendous woman to be with him) Y si te busca a las 4:20 porque te llama borracho  (And if he looks for you at 4:20 because he calls you drunk) Ahora te quiere pero mañana vuelve a hacerte daño (Now he loves you but tomorrow he will hurt you again) Por ese bobo no llores  (For that fool, don’t cry) Deja que yo te enamore (deja que yo te enamore)  (Let me make you fall in love (let me make you fall in love)

Now that you knew EZ’s feelings, the lyrics became much more intense for you. Instinctively, you rested your forehead on his. His lips hovered over yours so much that you could taste the beer on his breath. Your acrylic nails caressed the back of his head caused him to stop his translation and purr against your neck. “You like that, Ezekiel?” You teased, giggling against his neck.

“I don’t know,” EZ pressed up against you tighter so you could feel his hardon. “You tell me if it feels like I like it.”

Now or never, you thought. You brought your lips closer to EZ’s. The both of you fighting for dominance, but ultimately EZ won, claiming you in front of the club. It wasn’t until you heard the cheers of his brothers that he’d stop kissing you.

Instantly, EZ started pulling you in the direction of your car, but you stopped him. “I can’t wait, Ezekiel. I need you now.” EZ’s normally bright eyes darkened and he led you towards the clubhouse. On your way to the dorm room, both you and EZ ignored Angel when he told you, “Don’t be surprised when EZ starts crying.”

As the pair of you made it through the hallway, each of your touches got heavier, more daring. So daring that when you finally got to his dorm your dress was halfway off. The rest of the clothes fly off like a whirlwind except EZ’s jeans. In his rush he tripped over his jeans. “Oh, that’s funny?” He asked when he caught you giggling.

“Just a little.” EZ rushed to you, tackled you to the bed and quickly turned your giggles into soft moans as he kissed you.

Despite your best efforts to keep him close, EZ pulled away. He leaned back on his haunches and admired your body. “I can’t believe I finally have you.” He lifted your leg threw it over his shoulder and started kissing you from your ankle up to your inner thighs. “You know one night when I slept over at your place. I caught you touching yourself. Your hands flew to your face to cover up the embarrassment. “Oh god,” you mumbled.

EZ’s deep chuckle made you peek through your hands. “What are you embarrassed for? For that little 10 seconds, it was the sexiest thing I’ve seen, but it was so damn torturous in the most beautiful way. Do you know how hard it is to have that vividly replaying in my head and not have you?”

The whole time EZ was talking he was getting closer to your core, but you were hyper focused on his words that his mouth on your clit took you by surprise. “Shit,” you squealed underneath his tongue. With your hand you covered your mouth to keep your screams down. EZ lifted his head at your muffled screams. “No, let me hear you. Let me know how good I make you feel.”

Following his instructions, you removed your hand and that earned you an approving smile from EZ. “Good girl.” Before he returned to his meal, EZ grabbed you by the back of your neck, forcing you to keep your eyes on him.

This time he added his fingers as he ate you out. The hold he had on you allowed no room for you to run, you had to stay there and take everything he was giving you. Add pussy eating to the long list of things that Ezekiel Reyes is great at.

Your hands shot out to EZ’s head. Scratching it was your best alternative since you had nothing to tug at. EZ raised his head, his mouth glistening from your cunt. “I bet you wish my hair was longer now.” He teased before diving right back in.

“EZ, I’m gonna cum.” You continued scratching the back of his head as he moved his tongue and fingers faster. “Cum all over my mouth, preciosa.” He murmured above your pussy.

An explosion. That was the only way you could describe your orgasm. It busted through your body, leaving you and EZ soaked. The evidence shone on his forearm, highlighting his veins, leaving you in a trance.

EZ noticed your staring at his arm. “Ride my forearm.” He demanded, excited that he’ll be able to get you off this way.

At first you were hesitant, but with EZ’s urging you hopped on it. You were experiencing immense pleasure and wanted EZ to experience the same. Tonight, was a celebration for him and this entire time his focus was on you. Completely selfless as usual. Reaching between your bodies, you began stroking him, smearing his precum all over his engorged head. “What are you doing?” He gasped, flexing his arm a bit more. “Tonight’s about you. I want to make you feel good.”

EZ nibbled at your chin. “I want you to cum all over my forearm, that’ll make me feel good.” You continued jerking him off while you rode him.

Who would’ve thought the rough ridges of his protruding veins and his constant flexing had you cumming a second time for the night? “Fuck we got to do that again!” You tried to nuzzle your face in EZ’s neck, but he wouldn’t let you because he was too busy kissing you all over your face. “EZ, I just came on your fucking arm.”

“Yeah and it was hot! I bet that douchebag couldn’t do that with his measly dick.” Slowly, he began to lay you down. “Now you’re about to cum all over my dick while screaming my name.”

Your now boyfriend made good on his promise. Opposed to Rick’s useless jackhammering, EZ made slow, powerful strokes, ensuring you were well taken care of.

He was tending to your body so well your eyes kept rolling to the back of your head. “Eyes!” He commanded harsher than ever before. When your eyes met his, you could see the struggle in his eyes. EZ wanted to be soft, gentle, and romantic, but deep down he wanted to fuck you hard, show you who you belong to.

“Make me yours, Ezekiel. Fuck me like you mean it.” It took him some time to process the words, but when he did his widened in realization that he got permission to let go. “Fuck, I love you.” He captured your lips in a searing kiss, hoping to communicate how much he loved you. “I love you too.” You told him as he had a bruising hold on your hips.

Gone was sweet soft Ezekiel. He was replaced by EZ, the harsh lover that’s gonna push you over the edge, then bring you back just to do it all over again.

Yours and EZ’s moans accompanied by the sound of bodies slapping together made a symphony that you would never get tired of. This was what you were missing for all those years apart.

“Make me proud. Cum all over this dick, querida.” EZ suckled your neck, branding you with his marks. “Ezekiel!” You cried out as your body combusted, almost feeling every molecule in your body. The newly patched Mayan silenced your cries with his mouth as he came soon after you.

EZ tried to lay in the bed with you but you refused. I t was his party and you were adamant that he enjoys it some more. You two can have your alone time later.

Just as you were sliding up your panties, EZ stuffed his fingers up your cum filled pussy. “Don’t want this leaking out.” He whispered, giving you a cheeky grin as you moaned at his ministrations.

“Okay, that’s enough you nasty ass kids. Playtime is over! Time to get fucked up, baby bro. I’m sure Y/N wants to forget the last 30 seconds.” Angel banged on the door.

“That was nice while it lasted.” You slipped your dress over your head and fixed your hair. EZ hummed his agreeance and led you out the door and ignored the childish jeering from his brothers. They could tease all they want, because as long as he has you, he doesn’t give a damn.

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Will They Won’t They | Part 3/4 [Reggie Peters]

Pairing: Reggie Peters x fem!reader

Words: 5.7k

Summary: Reggie and reader were the best of friends up until middle school where they drifted apart and decided never to speak to each other again. What happens when a shared algebra class and a resulting detention force them to spend and increasing amount of time together. Will it be enough to overcome the mutual hate? Or was the relationship doomed from the start.

WARNINGS: swears, spicy dancing, ANGST

A/N: hey it’s drea in charge of posting again :) hope you all are doing well! if you enjoy this, please like, comment, and reblog! if you want to stay updated, dm us to be added to our taglist! sending my love <3 - drea :) 

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The next morning, all the boys were refreshed and ready to start their practice. You, however, were upstairs in Rose’s room as she insisted on “dolling you up.” 

“So,” Rose began as she brushed your hair out. 

You rolled your eyes as you looked at your reflection in the mirror. You could almost see a difference in your appearance, and that had nothing to do with Rose’s magical abilities to style hair. You seemed happier, and your smile was...brighter. You haven’t seen that side of you since before middle school. 

“I know it’s not just me who noticed it, but what happened there with you and country boy,” she gave you a light chuckle. 

“What do you mean?” you asked innocently. 

“What do you mean what do I mean?” Rose asked back confusingly. “You guys were just all close and not hating each other all of a sudden. What happened?” 

“I don’t know,” you lied. “O-Our relationship is complicated, you know that. Somethings that happen now have been happening for a long time, if you know what I mean, and the only other person that knows about it is one of us,” 

“So he just needed a friend?” 

“Pretty much,” you nodded. “And I think he knew I needed one too, so for now we’re on civil terms,” 

“It seems a bit more than civil to me,” Rose shrugged, turning you around so she could put on some eye shadow. 

“Do we really have to do this?” you pointed to the makeup. “And yeah, it’s just civil,”

“It’s fun, come on!” she chuckled. “But you’re telling me you didn’t feel anything when he kissed you? Or when we found out that somehow you’d gotten paired with him in MASH?” 

“Nothing,” you shook your head, unsure if you were lying to your friend or not, it didn’t even seem to be clear for you at the moment. “It was just a kiss on the forehead. Nothing else to it.” 

“Alright, if you say so,” she shrugged right as the door swung open, revealing Luke entering the room and flopping down on the bed. 

“Lady Bunny, what’s up? I miss you,” he smiled and you chuckled, rolling your eyes yet again, but this time in a more affectionate manner. 

“Shouldn’t you be practicing? You guys have a gig coming up soon don’t you?” 

“We’re on break, so I thought I’d come visit my daughter,” 

“Well your daughter is fine so you can leave,” you said begrudgingly. 

“Nope, not gonna happen lady bunny,” he shook his head as Rose finished your eyeshadow and grabbed your arm, throwing you over his shoulder like the first time you met him and headed downstairs and to the studio. 

By this point you had learned not to fight it when Luke carried you, otherwise not only would he get hurt, but you had put yourself in grave danger more times than you would like to admit. 

When you reached the studio Luke placed you down gently on the couch before grabbing his guitar and motioning or the boys to get ready. 

“We’d like to dedicate this song to a special someone in the audience,” Alex started, talking into his mic. 

“Someone whose face looks like that of a bunny,” Luke added. 

“And has a mean sucker punch,” Bobby contributed. 

“And is just overall a pretty terrible person,” Reggie finished and you couldn’t help but laugh along with Rose on the sidelines. 

“So Lady Bunny, this one’s for you,” Luke said, pointing at you before looking back down at his guitar.

The rock beat started slowly, with a familiar choppy guitar beginning that sounded like maybe it should have been a bit softer, but even though they had barely started you already knew what they were playing. 

Reggie came in shortly after on bass along with Alex on drums and Luke on lead guitar. 

You tapped your foot along to the beat while Luke gave you a knowing look and started singing, 

“When it began, I can’t begin to knowing, but then I know it’s growing strong,”

Reggie hopped in, taking over for the next part of the verse, “Was in the spring, then spring became the summer. Who’s have believed you’d come along,” 

Now all the boys were joining in together for the pre chorus, 

“Hand, touching hand. Reaching out. Touching me. Touching you! My sweet sunshine,”

“Ba! Ba! Ba!” you and Rose came in right on beat. 

“Good times never seemed so good,” Luke sang effortlessly. 

“I’ve been inclined,” Reggie started, leaving room for you and Rose to come in once more. “To believe they never would, but now I,” 

As the boys continued to sing, Rose stood up and pulled you to your feet. Giggling, the girl danced energetically in the middle of the studio, gesturing for you to join.

“Dance, (N/N)!” she exclaimed, her voice slightly drowned out from the music. You blushed, slightly swaying to the music until Rose grabbed your hands and waved them around, making you laugh at how ridiculous you both probably looked. “You look like a robot,” she scolded. “Let loose! Feel the music run through you!” 

Rolling your eyes, you decided to take your friend’s advice and loosen up a bit. The two of you swayed your hips, occasionally twirling each other or jumping up and down while screaming the lyrics. 

The chorus was coming up once more only this time Luke took the lead from the boys, changing Caroline yet again only this time singing something along the lines of, 

“Sweet child of mine!” 

Causing you to exaggeratedly roll your eyes at him and not noticing the cord that was pulled taught and level with the ground. You shuffled into it, tripping and falling straight in the direction of Reggie and his ‘rock out zone’. Letting out a shriek, you staggered back and closed your eyes, prepared to feel the roughness of the ground, only to be met with a strong pair of arms. 

Your eyes fluttered open to see a pair of blue-green eyes stare down at you, sheepishly smiling. The boys had stopped playing once they realized you fell, all of them watching you in his arms. 

“Still the clumsiest dork I know, Cookie?” he asked in a teasing voice. 

You flashed him a smile. “Always, Flicka,” you replied. 

Reggie helped you up but his arms didn’t leave their hold around you. He was so close you could feel his warm breath on your nose and his blue green eyes staring deeply into your soul. His closeness melted away everything around you, it all became fuzz until Alex spoke up and said, 

“...Guys?” 

You blinked a few times and stepped away from Reggie smoothing out your clothes. Your mind was racing. Did that just happen? Why was your heart beating so rapidly? And dammit, why was Reggie looking at you with that smile of his? 

“I-I’m just going to go out for a second, you guys keep going,” you insisted and quickly walked out of the studio. Reggie called out your name, but you brushed him off as you sped down the sidewalk. 

You didn’t even know where you were going. You felt like you couldn’t breathe in that studio, and honestly all you wanted was to get out, to leave, to think about what just happened. 

Back at Rose’s house Reggie was frozen in place. Had he done something wrong? He had just gotten you back, was it really going to be that easy to lose you again. 

“Reggie are you okay?” Bobby asked and Reggie frowned, but more a frown of confusion. 

“Can we maybe take five?” Reggie said quietly, looking over at Rose, if anyone knew what the hell just happened it would be her. 

Rose, who seemed to understand the look on Reggie’s face, subtly pointed at the door to the house. The two went into the kitchen, where Reggie began to pace back and forth.

“What did I just do?” he questioned aloud. “What did I just say? What did I just think?” 

Rose’s eyes followed the boy, only to sigh in discomfort. “You mind taking a seat before we talk?” she suggested. “Sorry, you’re making me dizzy.”

Reggie paused before taking a seat at the table, his knees bouncing up and down as continued to ramble. “Was it something I did wrong?” he asked Rose. “I-I mean I always joke with her. She’s always clumsy a-and we’ve danced before so it’s not like the close proximity could have scared her off, right? Right? Rose, please say something before I do something stupid.” 

Rose winced. “How stupid?” she risked asking. 

“Like climb your roof and look for her stupid.” 

Rose took the seat across from Reggie, the boy calming down slightly. “Reggie honey, tomar un respiro,” she instructed in Spanish only to be met with more anxiety and confusion. 

“Please tell me that wasn’t English and I’m not hallucinating,” he begged, looking as though he was on the verge of passing out of bursting into tears. Or both. 

“It’s Spanish Reg, and it means take a breath,” she said softly. “Now tell me slowly what’s going on in your heart,” she emphasized. 

“I-I… (Y/N),” he said quietly, bringing a hand to his mouth, chewing on his nail. “Fuck me,” he groaned and fell back in his chair. 

“What about (Y/N)?” Rose asked. 

“Everything,” Reggie shook his head. “It’s always been everything. She’s always been my everything.” 

Rose took his hand from his mouth and brought it down. “You’re going to have to be a little more specific than that, Reg.”

Reggie closed his eyes, pondering for a moment. “Ever since we were little, it was always me and her. Cookie and Flicka. We were partners in crime. Bonnie and Clyde, like she’d always say. And then I was stupid enough to let her go in middle school. But even after we stopped talking, I never stopped thinking about her. She was on my mind 24/7. Playing music with the guys, I always wondered what she would think about our music. When I was having a rough day, I would think about what she would say to cheer me up. E-even at night I’d stay up, wondering what she’d be doing if she were awake at this hour.” Reggie chucked to himself. “My answer would always be studying or making a midnight snack. A jelly sandwich and gummy worms. I thought it was disgusting but the look on her face when she’d make them growing up, all the thoughts left my mind. Because at the end of the day, she was with me. I always had my Cookie.” 

Rose smiled as the boy recalled his memories, sharing them in great detail. It made her realize how alike Reggie and her friend were. They never stopped loving each other, no matter how stubborn they were about it.

“But when we were singing today,” Reggie continued, wiping his hands against his jeans. “I was watching her dance with you. It was the first time I had seen her so care-free, like there wasn’t a single thought in her mind that stressed her with worry and doubt. Something bubbled in my chest, I-I can’t explain it. But damn, her smile and laugh-” Reggie opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. “I felt like if I died today, I’d be glad I saw her at her happiest one last time.” 

“Reggie, hon, have you considered you might… maybe you’re in love with her?” Rose asked quietly and Reggie’s eyes widened. 

“L-Love, you mean like a friend right?”

“No Reggie,” Rose gave him a kind smile, placing a hand on his that was resting in his lap. “I mean I think you actually love her. The way you talk about her, I-I hope someone talks about me like that one day.” 

Reggie’s mouth went dry as he looked over at Rose. 

“Rose I-,” he paused. “I can’t tell her,” 

“Reggie what do you mean?” Rose exclaimed, her voice becoming slightly louder. 

“I can’t do that to her,” he shook his head. “You can’t say anything to her,” 

“Why not?” Rose asked, clearly not impressed with him. 

“Because she doesn’t want this, clearly. She wants a friend so that’s what I’m going to be, even if it tears me to pieces. I don’t care,” he shook his head. “I’d do anything for her. No matter what the consequences.” 

—

For the first time in your weeks of detention, you were the one who arrived late. Reggie had been waiting in the dance studio with Mrs. Leona, quite anxious to say the least. You were queasy as you approached the two, silently waving. 

“There you are!” Mrs. Leona grinned, standing up from stretching. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t show up.” 

“Sorry,” you apologized quietly, putting your bag on the floor and joining in on the stretches. “Car trouble,” you lied, hoping Reggie wouldn’t be able to notice. 

“You okay?” Reggie whispered as you stretched your arms above your head. 

You quickly whipped your head to face him. “Of course!” you squeaked. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You just look a little nauseous,” Reggie noted, “Are you sure you should be here?” 

“I’m fine,” you insisted. “Mrs. Leona, what’s the plan?” you asked, diverting your attention to the dance instructor. 

Mrs. Leona reached for her notepad, skimming through her notes. “Well since you two did brilliantly for that last dance, I thought it would be good to request for you guys to work with me again.” She stepped in front of the mirror, clasping her hands together. “This lesson, I’m continuing partner work because unlike you guys, my students lacked the trust, the chemistry.” You squeaked in response, but Mrs. Leona didn’t seem to notice. “So I’m giving them this song to dance to. Lucky for them, it’s just focusing on footwork and lifting. But, since it’s a romantic song, they’re going to need to practice putting their emotions into their dance.” she smiled at the two of you. “But I know the chemistry part won’t be an issue for you both. Let’s get to work, shall we?” 

You seemed hesitant to start. “Mrs. Leona maybe we can do something else, like something that doesn’t require close contact or lifting?” 

Reggie gave you a look. “Scared I might drop you, Cookie?” he teased before turning back to Mrs. Leona. “It’s fine, we can do this.” 

Mrs. Leona went through explaining the beginning portion of the routine, demonstrating the required movements and techniques to accomplish such things. At first you did each part broken up and without music and once you nailed everything at least once she decided you were ready to try and put it all together along with Peter Gabriel’s In Your Eyes. 

You started to get into your position, holding Reggie’s hands in yours. Your heart was beating loudly in your ears, that the music was almost fuzzy at that point. Mrs. Leona’s counting of the beats made you snap out of your thoughts as you pulled closer to Reggie. 

Love, I get so lost sometimes

Reggie’s hand trailed up to the side of your face as he cupped it gently, pressing his forehead against yours.

Days pass, and this emptiness fills my heart

 As quick as he touched your face, he dropped his hand back down to your waist, dipping you down as he turned you. 

When I want to run away, I drive off in my car

You managed to keep eye contact with Reggie the entire time, his blue-green eyes slightly darkening in admiration as you rose back up. 

But whichever way I go, I come back to the place you are

His lips quirked up into a smile while he slid down onto his knees to the rhythm of the music. 

All my instincts, they return

Following along, you almost draped yourself over Reggie as he leaned back, your hands coming to the sides of his arms, trailing down until you took his hands in yours before pulling him back up carefully.

The grand facade, so soon will burn

You placed his hands delicately on your waist tightly as you fell down into a lunge, his strong arms supporting you.

Without a voice, without my pride, I reach out from the inside. 

Your breath hitched as his hands reached slightly under your shirt, just from the movement, but he didn’t seem deterred, moving you away and allowing you to run into the lift where he held your legs until you slid down against him slowly. 

In your eyes, the light the heat

His hand came to hold you again just as you spun out and twirled back in, with a little more force than expected, bumping into Reggie’s chest, your lips gently brushing against his own causing every nerve in your body to burn and every muscle to lose its function. 

I am complete-

You let out an audible gasp, covering your mouth with your hand. Reggie seemed equally flustered, but managed to hide it well, aside from his reddened cheeks. Mrs. Leona immediately stopped the music, jogging over to the two of you. 

“What happened?” she asked, clearly confused. “The two of you were dancing so well?” 

You stumbled over your words. “I, erm-” you stammered. “I think I might have landed on my foot wrong after the lift.” It wasn’t your best lie, but at this point you were desperate. 

Mrs. Leona’s eyes widened. “Oh no, an injury?” she exclaimed. “Sit down, honey, I’ll get some ice from the nurse’s office.” Before you could refuse, the dance teacher was already long gone. 

Reggie turned to you. “Let’s sit you down,” he suggested, pulling you down with him. “Mind if I check if it’s more than a rolled ankle?” 

You shook your head repeatedly. “No no, it’s fine,” you quickly told him. 

Reggie took your leg and placed it gently on top of his. “Let me,” he insisted. “If it’s really bad, we might need to ask Mrs. Leona to wrap it.” Reggie began to untie your shoelace when you jerked it back abruptly, standing up in the process. 

The dark haired boy looked at you suspiciously as you rocked back and forth. “So I’m assuming you’re fine if you’re standing on it normally now,” he deadpanned. You looked down at your two feet, sheepishly kicking your left leg back. 

“Ah, a miracle!” you exclaimed awkwardly. “It must have been a flash of pain or something, but it’s better now…”

Reggie frowned, standing up. “Cookie, if you want to lie to Mrs. Leona, fine by me. But you know you can’t lie to me.” 

“Who says I’m lying?” you countered and Reggie rolled his eyes. 

“Come on (Y/N), seriously?” Reggie looked disappointed. “First you run out of the studio and don’t come back, we had to send Alex and Bobby out to make sure you were okay and now you’re lying? What’s going on? What happened?” he pressed. 

“What happened?” you said with disbelief. “Were you not just dancing with me?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“You… I…” you tried to get out the words, but you shook your head. “I can’t do this Reggie. I can’t do it.” 

“Cookie, it’s just me,” he insisted, coming closer to you, holding your arms against your side. “I’m your friend, right? Or at least I thought I was.” 

“You are!” you insisted. “I promise. It’s just there’s a lot going on and I need a second to process it,” 

You were seriously starting to think he hadn’t noticed what had just happened. Maybe you were reading into it too much, maybe he was just playing it off cool to make sure you were okay. Whatever it was, you didn’t know what to think of it. All you wanted to do was go home and curl up in a tiny ball and drown out the sound of your thoughts with Tracy Chapman’s voice. 

Reggie stepped away and scratched the back of his neck. 

“I’ll give you some time,” he nodded and walked out to the hallway. 

It seemed as though your hearts were two positive charges just constantly pushing each other, further and further away.

—

“In my opinion, I think you should just stop being so conflicted and tell him how you feel about him,” Rose suggested as she brushed her hair in front of her vanity.

You were at Rose’s house for an “emergency sleepover,” as she liked to put it. You were incredibly confused with everything going on that you needed a friend, specifically one who was reasonable, to talk to.

Sighing, you flopped backwards on Rose’s bed. “But I don’t know what I’m feeling,” you groaned tiredly. “Sometimes I want to punch him in the face, but lately, I haven’t felt that.”

“And what have you been feeling?” Rose pressed, setting her brush down and walking over to you. 

You bit the inside of your cheek as you thought. “I don’t know,” you replied. “Fuzzy? Like the inside of my stomach are angry wasps buzzing crazily.” You sat up, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “But when he smiles...they turn into butterflies.”

“Butterflies?” Rose repeated.

You nodded, dramatically groaning as you leaned your head on her shoulders. “The happiest of butterflies. Like- when he looks at me with those stupidly pretty eyes.”

“Stupidly pretty eyes?” Rose said.

“Yes!” you fumed. “Everything about him is pretty. His eyes and his smile. Even his flannels and shoulders!”

“Shoulders?”

You looked up at Rose. “Will you stop repeating everything I’m saying?” you whined. “Say something! Give me advice! You’re the only one besides Alex that is reasonable! Because I think I’m going to do something stupid.”

Rose bit her lip to hold back a laugh. Reggie said the exact same thing to her earlier. “How stupid?” 

“...Stealing Alex’s van to drive to his house, stupid.” 

Rose hummed in response. “Well, that is pretty high up there on the list of things that are stupid,” she commented with a smile. “Why do you want to do something stupid? What about Reggie is making you feel this way?” 

You stood up, wrapping your arms protectively around yourself. “He’s so different from when we were friends as kids,” you sighed. “But at the same time, it’s like he hasn’t changed a bit. All these mixed feelings of hating him but also missing him is stressing me out!” You turned to Rose, dropping your arms. “It’s so confusing. I feel like I don’t know if I know myself because I don’t know him. Does that… does that make sense?” you whispered. 

“A little,” Rose nodded, admitting to her confusion. 

“Have you known someone so long that over time you-you almost feel like you have such a part of them inside you?” you asked and didn’t really wait for an answer. “It’s been so long since I’ve really known Reggie… now it just feels like that part of me is missing because of that,” You held your hand on your chest, feeling your heart beat rapidly as you rambled. “But when Reggie’s just...the Reggie I knew, no toughness, no band, no anything...I feel like I’m whole again. T-that, I can lean on his shoulder and trust him when he says everything will be alright. And I’ll believe him. No matter all the promises he’s broken in the past, I’ll still find myself trusting him completely.”

“Why?” Rose asked in a quiet voice. 

You smiled softly. “That really is the question, isn’t it?” you laughed. “Why do I continue to trust him, even though every part of my body is telling me no? Well, because I love him. He’s my best friend, no matter what. Even after our falling out, I still thought about him, still cared about him. And it’s so stupid of me, and I know I should stop...but I can’t. I just can’t.” 

“Then go to him,” Rose insisted. “Please (Y/N), for the love of God,” 

“I can’t!” 

“Why not?” Rose pressed. “Why can’t you?”

“Because!” you only said. 

Rose threw her head back, laying on her bed. “Oh my gosh, (N/N), you and Reggie are going to drive me crazy with your stubborn bullshit! I don’t understand why you can’t say anything to him? You’re his best friend! Why is it so difficult?” 

“Exactly!” you exclaimed, exhausted by the yelling and frustration. “He’s my best friend! I just got my best friend back. I don’t want to risk it all because of this-this feeling! Who knows! Maybe I’m going crazy. Maybe, I’m going crazy because my friends see something that will obviously never happen between me and Reggie!” 

Rose stood up. “Do not blame this on me, Luke, and Alex,” she told you, starting to lose patience. “If anything, blame it on yourself! Blame it on Reggie, and his hard head! But do not blame it on your friends who just want to help you.” Rose took a deep breath, recomposing herself. “What is the worst thing that can happen?” 

Tears welled in your eyes as Rose pulled you back down to her bed, wrapping her arms around you. “Having him walk out of my life again?” you said, your voice cracking. “Hurting myself even more than I already am? Losing you, and Luke, and Bobby and Alex...Being alone all over again?” You looked up at Rose, tears freely cascading down your cheeks. “Rose, I don’t want to be alone again, please…” 

“Cariña we’re not going to leave you,” Rose whispered, holding her head against yours. “But if you trust me you’ll understand why I’m telling you that it's not a bad idea to maybe talk to him and figure things out.” 

“I wish I thought the same,” you sighed, savouring the feeling of Rose holding you near. 

Rose pressed her lips together, deciding that the two of you were far too tired to argue any further. “Let’s sleep now, get some rest and think it over, then we’ll talk more in the morning, okay?” she suggested, taking a throw blanket and placing it over your legs. 

You nodded shakily. “I think that would be best,” you agreed, tucking yourself underneath the covers. 

Rose turned off the lights, finding her spot beside you. 

You stared at the ceiling for a moment. “Rose?”

“Yes?”

You turned your head to face her. “You know I love you, right?” 

The girl wrapped one arm around your waist. “I love you, too, (N/N).” 

— 

“I love you Flicka,” the words seemed to roll out of your mouth before you could stop them, but that’s how you knew they were true. your head pressed gently against his, almost refusing to look into those blue-green eyes. 

Reggie's hands drifted away from the sides of your face as he stepped back and looked at you. The same cold and fearful look he carried in his eyes after you weren’t on speaking terms.

“No you don’t,” he hissed. “Stop playing these mind games. It’s only a matter of time until you fuck up and ruin everything for yourself and for everyone again.” 

And without another word he turned and walked away. 

Even though it was all in your head you couldn’t risk it. You wouldn’t let the world pull you apart again. you wouldn’t give him another chance to break that promise. 

You woke up in a cold sweat, your stomach churning with nerves. Rose was still fast asleep and you looked over at the digital clock on her nightstand that read 2:32 A.M.

You pushed yourself up carefully, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking a breath, but as it became painfully clear you felt suffocated and needed to go out and get some air. 

Reaching for your sweatshirt on the floor, you slipped it over your head before quietly standing up and leaving Rose’s door, gently shutting the door behind you as you did so. 

Your first stop was the kitchen to get a glass of water, maybe the cool drink would clear your system of any unwanted feelings but you highly doubted an excess of dihydrogen monoxide would cure your of falling in love with your best friend. Sighing, you took your untouched glass of water with you to the studio, thinking that maybe you could find any solution to your problems there. 

You made your way to the studio, suspicious as to why the lights were already on, but didn’t comment on it. You sat down, staring at your full glass of water. 

“No jelly gummy worm sandwich tonight, Cookie?” a voice piped up from behind you.

“Holy fucking shit!” you shrieked, throwing your glass at the source of the noise. 

Once the initial fear dialed down, you rubbed your eyes to see none other than a dark haired boy with a red flannel tied around his waist. 

“Reggie?” you squeaked. “What are you doing here so late at night?” 

He wiped the water from his face, his hair flopping back as he shot you an annoyed -but confused- glare. “The hell was that about?”

“You came here unannounced,” you shot back. “I thought I was about to be murdered, and considering what you said last sleepover, I should still be on edge.”

Reggie rolled his eyes. “Understandable.” He stepped forward with his hand outreached, only for you to fearfully stagger back. “Relax, I just forgot my songbook here.” Reggie reached for the notebook stuck between the cushions, waving it in front of your face for proof. It was red and slightly battered, and filled with loose sheets of papers sticking out. 

You released your breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “I’m sorry,” you said sheepishly. You gestured to the couch. “Sit with me?” 

You and Reggie sat down on the couch, silence filling the room. Your knees slightly brushed against his on the small couch, but you quickly scooted away. 

Reggie glanced over at you, noticing how uneasy you looked. “What’s on your mind?” he asked. “If you don’t mind me asking.” 

You shook your head. “It’s nothing,” you said. “A nightmare, that’s all.” 

The boy raised an eyebrow, immediately detecting your lie. “Just a nightmare?” he asked. “I’ve never seen you so pale and jumpy, Cookie. You sure it was just a nightmare?” 

You nodded before ultimately shaking your head with a sigh. “Do you ever wonder if...if the people you care about just up and leave? And you can’t do anything because it’s your fault?” Reggie remained silent, gesturing for you to continue. “I’m scared that those close to me will leave me.”

“Why would they leave you?” he questioned curiously. 

You scoffed, drumming your fingers against your legs. “Why wouldn’t they leave me?” you asked in return. “I’m too scared to face my fears. I keep my mouth shut and bottle shit up until it explodes and affects everyone around me.” 

“Cookie,” Reggie hushed, reaching out to stop our fidgeting hand by placing his on your knee. “I…” he shook his head. “I don’t think you’re the only person that it happens to,” 

“Flicka,” his nickname got caught in your throat. 

All you wanted was to pull him close, have him kiss your forehead and tell you those sweet beautiful lies. That everything’s going to be okay, and that he’d be by your side forever. 

That he loved you. 

It felt like you were having a bad allergic reaction, your throat closing up, as you wished the words to come out, but they just got bottled up and whisked away in the sea of your heart like everything else. 

You couldn’t see it, but if you could take a moment, get out of your own heads you’d see his blue green eyes looking back at you with that soft mischievous sparkle they always held, only this time you would have seen all the love and admiration hidden behind them. You would have seen how much he wished he could make your pain vanish. You would have seen his heart on his sleeve. You would have seen your Reggie. 

“Cookie, I’m here,” he whispered. “I’ll always be here.” 

Reggie allowed you to lean your head against his shoulder, not caring at all about the tears soaking up his t-shirt. He raised his hand to your face, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, then trailing his hand down along your jawline. He tilted your head up to face his, your lips mere centimeters apart. 

“Flicka,” you breathed, his eyes staring down at yours with so much more than you could ever possibly wish to describe. As he pulled closer, you felt his lips against yours. They felt like a smooth bass line in a classic jazz song, kissing him tasted like eating the best jelly and gummy worm sandwich in the world. It was by no means a perfect kiss, those were near impossible to achieve. But his slightly chapped lips molded with yours in a way that you have never felt with anyone else. The way he tilted his head, the way his lips were slightly curled upward in a smile and the way he thought you didn’t notice when he murmured I love you against your lips. 

Then doubts began to flood your mind. 

He doesn’t love you. It’s all a lie. He’ll leave you. Just like everyone else is your life. Then you’ll be left with no one. 

Just like it’s always been. 

You jerked back, gasping for air as though the wind had been knocked out of you. 

“I need to go,” you whispered hurriedly. 

“Cookie, wait-” Reggie lunged forward, grabbing your hands. His cheeks were flushed red as he tried to form the words in his head. “Can we talk about this-”

“(Y/N)?” you heard Rose’s voice call out. “Are you in the studio?” 

You glanced back at Reggie, his face filled with desperation to talk to you. “Please,” he begged softly. 

Only, you shook your head. “She can’t know you were here,” you whispered. 

Reggie stiffened, hesitantly letting your hand go, but not before squeezing it. “Goodnight, Cookie.” 

You winced at his saddened expression.“Night, Flicka.” 

“(Y/N)?” Rose called again and you turned around to where her voice was coming from, hoping to maybe see Reggie one last time before he left, but when you turned back around once more all that was left of him there was a tattered red song book and a red flannel. 

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