#a chiquita indeed

[malevna]

' la cobardía no es una cualidad de carácter. ' desliza las palabras con cuidado, lo suficientemente bajo para que solamente él le escuche, aunque sitio sea lo suficientemente aislado, no pretende que timbre se eleve hasta el punto de que alguien sea lo suficientemente curioso para acercarse a averiguar. ' y es una lástima porque te veías tan bien dando órdenes. ' guiño es fugaz, es cumplido a medias que en realidad solo se regala con la mera excusa de molestarle aún más, de alguna forma encuentro en ese momento es reacción pura, no hay pensamiento racional cuando cólera le nubla las pupilas, cuando únicamente está buscando botones a presionar, sean o no los adecuados, deja de pensar demasiado. le sorprende fidelidad ajena a quien parecía menospreciar a todo aquel que estaba a su paso, le confunde que mientras ella tenía las riendas en su propia dinámica con mayor de los buchanan también es quien otorga sin pensarlo demasiado las riendas de sí misma a quien siempre fue seguidor, a quien pareciese venerarle como si errores fuesen incapaces de otorgarse, ¿qué pasaría si le contaste? se muerde la lengua, sabe que no le conviene. ' los dos aceptamos las migajas de un patético niño mimado que cree que porque sabe usar la lengua es un dios. ' le acomoda el cuello de la camisa, hay desdén en el accionar, contraste claro con adoración con la que le tocó en algún momento a la espera de reciprocidad que jamás había llegado. ' sí, por ti, pero el error no se comete dos veces. ' le mira de arriba a abajo. ahoga el hipeo cargado de sorpresa cuando falanges ajenas se deslizan por la dermis del cuello y sonríe despacio, de manera peligrosa. ' ¿eso quieres theseus? ¿que te diga que estoy pensando en cómo sería si me follaras aquí mismo? ' ríe entre dientes, se relame los labios, le mira a los ojos porque al final, sin habladuría de sentimientos tampoco están tan disparejos. ' aunque lo dijera, estás demasiado enamorado de un muerto como para hacerlo. '

sabe que propios comentarios no pasan desapercibidos, que de alguna forma está calando profundo y satisfacción que lo recorre cuando se percata de daño es retorcida, hasta contraproducente cuando él también se ve afectado por mismo veneno que intercambian con cada palabra. “ al menos yo no voy por la vida pretendiendo que no me gusta que me digan qué hacer. ” es indiferencia sobre opinión del resto que lo caracteriza, algunos podrían llamarlo hedonismo, pero lo cierto es que va mucho más allá. necesita dirección, no es algo de lo que se enorgullezca pero definitivamente no lo esconde tras ilusiones y delirios de poder como contraria. con lo siguiente resoplido se le escapa, no tiene forma de defenderse contra acusación y tampoco necesita hacerlo, considera que se trata de intento fallido por irritar. vínculo con alfred seguía sintiéndose como sagrado incluso cuando cuestionamientos comenzaron a rondar, era devoto cuyo templo se destruía a su alrededor y se aferraba a la pequeña ilusión de que su dios lo salvaría. cuando interlocutora rompe la mirada lo siente como un triunfo, comisuras de labios se alzan con placer. “ lo que alfred me daba era muchísimo más de lo que yo alguna vez te di a ti. ” le recuerda hipocresía, sostiene espejo frente a ella y le deja saber que no son tan distintos al final del día, que padecen de los mismos síntomas. al menos él obtuvo amistad, un lugar en su círculo, malena en cambio nunca obtuvo absolutamente nada de theseus. se ríe con lo siguiente, ahora risa es más genuina, punzada inicial comienza a desvanecerse y sólo deja atrás dolor inicial, el mismo al que se ha acostumbrado. “ puede que no estuvieras enamorada, pero sí desesperada. ” espera, vacila un segundo y luego presiona palma de su mano libre contra su garganta, no presiona, sería fácil empujarlo. “ dime que no lo estás pensando, malena, lo mucho que te gustaba. ”

[cherry-holmes]

RIVER - Javier Peña x f!Reader

Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña

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Summary: Javi took you to his favorite place on earth: heaven.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: +3k

Warnings: Angst with happy ending (sad!Javi) Parent loss. | SMUT. Again, there's a lot of plot before the smut😅P in V sex. Unprotected sex. Rough-ish sex. Fingering. Sex in a public place -ish. Breeding kink. Praise kink. Pregnancy talk.

A/N: Hello, Hola! First of all I want to thank all of you for the support you gave me on my first work! Muchas gracias! I been writing for almost ten years now, but I haven't publish anything since my first fanfic on Wattpad in 2017😅

I hope you like this one as much as the first one!

I repeat, I'm not a native English speaker, but I'm a translator student so I hope I'm doing it well!

If you wanna send me a request, my box is open!

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Several daily high temperature records were broken Tuesday in Texas, including at Houston Hobby Airport, Corpus Christi, Laredo and Del Rio. Laredo hit 115 degrees, marking its 10th consecutive day of record highs...

Indeed, as the reporter mentioned on the radio, those were incredibly hot summer days. The air was dry and the sun was burner, it drain all your energy.

You tried to be helpful at the Peña's Ranch during your work vacations, but the chores felt like torture. Javier and his father used to spend hours under the unforgiving sun, repairing fences, tending to horses, herding cattle, and dealing with clients looking for meat animals. The life of a ranch owner was undeniably tough but prosperous.

Sunday arrived with the thermometer hitting nearly 115 degrees. When you woke up that morning, you anticipated a challenging day ahead. However, Javier woke up with a plan in mind. He mentioned knowing about a river around 22 kilometers from the ranch were he used to spend all summer with his cousins when he was a child. You hadn't explored much of the city since you'd been living there for five months since your return from Colombia. So, you were excited about the idea of discovering your new home state, and most importantly, having a day off to immerse yourself in nature. He was delighted that you had agreed to the plan and suggested that you wear sportswear for hiking and a swimsuit.

You inquired him if his father would join, but he explained that Don Chucho would attend the morning mass and then spend the rest of the day at his brother's house.

"It's just you and me today, mi vida," he promised, his large hands squeezing your hips as he left soft kisses on your shoulders as you prepared containers with cubes of watermelon and mango seasoned with lemon and chile Tajín.

Javier placed a small cooler in the back of his '94 Dodge Ram and filled it with beers, water, the fruits you had prepared, and some tamales you had bought and had leftover from the night before.

You jumped into the passenger seat, and Javi turned on the radio as the truck roared to life. The sound of cumbias tejanas played softly as you admired the view of Laredo's countryside. The wind blew through your hair, and Javi drummed his fingers on the steering wheel syncing with the rhythm of Bobby Pulido's song. You felt his free hand touch yours, and when you looked at him, he took your knuckles and placed a kiss on them. He briefly took his eyes off the road to gaze into yours and said, "You look so beautiful today."

Your cheeks turned red as you laughed shyly, but you couldn't resist teasing him, "Only today?"

He grinned and replied, "You've always been a beauty, chiquita."

Thirty minutes later, Javier parked the truck in an improvised parking lot used by visitors to the river. You grabbed your backpack, which was packed with clean towels and dry underwear, while Javi carried the cooler and his own backpack. As you followed him through the lush vegetation and the cool water of the river, you welcomed the fresh air and the shade of the trees. Families and groups of young friends, some with dogs and others who appeared to have camped there overnight, were scattered about. But you notice that Javi didn't follow the same path as the rest of the visitors.

Curious, you asked Javi, "Where are we going?"

He grinned and replied, "It's a surprise."

You continued hiking uphill, leaving the main river trail further and further behind. However, you could still hear the gentle rush of the river. The air was filled with the fresh aroma of blooming flowers and damp earth. Butterflies fluttered everywhere, and you spotted squirrels and birds with vibrant-colored feathers.

After thirty minutes of hiking, you began to feel very sweaty and tired, especially in your knees due to the rocky path.

"Javi," you called to him, noticing he was climbing effortlessly. "Javi," you called again, a bit more concerned, "Are we lost?"

"Be patient," he responded, sounding a bit agitated but not as much as you were. "You hear that? We're almost there," he encouraged.

You focused on your surroundings, and you could perceive the sound of a waterfall nearby.

You followed him through the large rock formation, and before you knew it, a lagoon fed by a waterfall appeared in front of you. The sun reflected on the surface of the crystal-clear water, making it shimmer. The breeze from the waterfall caressed your face, a soft wind drying your sweat with a gentle, cooling touch, rustling the leaves around you.

The warmth of the sun on your skin and the cool breeze from the river created the perfect atmosphere. It felt like heaven on earth, like an Eden. And the fact that you were there with the person you loved the most made it all feel ethereal.

"You like it?" Javi asked gently in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as he wrapped his broad arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

"Oh my God, Javi, it's so beautiful," you exclaimed, "I love it."

"Nobody will find us here, mi vida," he promised, "People follow the marked path, not all of them explore the surroundings," he explained. "As I told you, it's just you and me. Wanna take a swim?"

"Oh God, yes!" you exclaimed as you placed your backpack under a tree. You were wearing a black swimsuit under your shorts and oversize sports crop top, so you just had to take them off, and you jumped into the water.

The water was so clear that you could see the rocks at the bottom perfectly, and the shimmer of the sun on your skin. You swam to the center of the lagoon, and you heard the distant splash of another body jumping into the water. By the time you surfaced, Javier was already at your side, hugging your body and placing a peck on your lips as you wrapped his torso with your legs. You combed his hair disheveled by the water, running your fingers through his black hair. Then, you caressed his face, passing your thumbs on his mustache and bottom lip. He closed his eyes, absorbing your gentle petting. Your fingers wandered through the freckles painting his broad chest and shoulders. You cupped his face with your hands and kissed him with the perfect combination of tenderness and passion that you knew drove him completely dumb for you.

When he opened his big brown puppy eyes, he looked at you as if you were everything he had ever known.

"Te amo mucho, flaquita," he expressed tenderly.

"Yo también te amo, mi corazón," you promised.

"Are you hungry?" he asked after a couple of minutes of tender kisses and sweet nothings in the water.

"Very much," you laughed and started swimming to the shore.

Javi placed a towel on a rock near the water, and you both sat down to start eating and drinking what you brought. You even fed a squirrel with a piece of tamal, which made Javi laugh as he watched you melt in cuteness for the little animal.

"So, you used to come here with your cousins?" you asked him, eager to learn about his youth and his family. He nodded.

"We used to climb to the top of the mountain and swim in the river that everyone knows," he explained. But his expression shifted from a normal nostalgic sentiment to almost sadness in his eyes. He fell silent for a moment, and you regretted asking and potentially ruining the great moment you were having. However, he continued, "After my mom passed away, I was very angry with the whole world. I started being rude with my father and I started to smoke and get drunk with my friends." He let out a laugh, but it was empty. You knew little about how he lost his mother, since he didn't like to talk about it. He had told you that she was sick, that he was fifteen at the time, and that his father never married again. "One day I had a big argument with my dad. He was very angry because I failed all my exams, so I ran away and came here to the river. I was so angry and lost in thought that I didn't notice I had taken the wrong trail and got lost. So, I kept walking until I found this place."

He looked at the waterfall and the treetops, and you felt a shiver and a lump in your throat.

"I sat on this very rock and cried my eyes out, thinking about how much I missed my mom and that I was ashamed of my behavior towards my father," he added. "This place became my refuge. I used to come here every time I felt anxious, tired, or sad. I never told or brought anybody to this place, not even my father."

You couldn't help but wonder if he had ever brought Lorraine here. After all, she had been his first fiancée, and you wondered if he had considered sharing this secret place with her. However, you didn't dare to ask him, afraid of his response or of making him lie just to please you.

But he knew you so damn well, almost as if he could hear the unspoken question burning in your mind. He loved your low-key jealousy.

"Not even her," he clarified. His hand took yours and caressed your still-wet fingers, then he placed his big brown eyes on yours, so devoted to you. "The very first moment I saw you, I swear that you reminded me of this place. I don't know if it was the heat of the Colombian summer or the blue dress you wore that day, but seeing you seated at your desk brought me a peace I haven't felt in a long time."

You felt tears of happiness gathering in your eyes, butterflies in your stomach, and your cheeks turning cherry red. Javi moved closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, his intense gaze still on your bright eyes.

"In that moment, I told myself that I have to bring you here, as my wife. Today is the first time I came back in seven years since I left for Colombia. And you are the only person I've ever shown my most precious secret."

Your hands reached for his face, making him stay still as you kissed him deeply and passionately. His hands went to your back, pulling you closer and kissing you back. You tasted the saltiness of your tears in between the kiss, but so did Javi, so he wiped them away with his thumb.

"I promised to you to be worthy of you, baby, and I intend to make it last forever," he promised.

"You have my heart, Javi," you promised back. "You're everything I have."

He leaned in to kiss your lips again, and then he stood up, pulling you up too.

"Enough of crying, babygirl. Let's swim," he said as he stepped into the water, but you let go of his hand, making him frown.

"Wait," you said, looking around, "Are you sure nobody knows about this lagoon?"

"I'm damn sure, baby. What's the matter?" he said, a bit confused, until he saw you taking off your swimsuit. His eyes darkened as they roamed your completely naked body, and you noticed his Adam's apple moving up and down.

"Is it okay?" you asked him, a mix of innocence and naughtiness that made his cock throb inside his shorts.

"You're amazing," he said as he started taking off his own swimsuit and then pulled you to him and into the water.

He kissed your lips, your cheeks, your chest, and you felt his cock half-hardened against your lower belly. But he let you go, and instead of diving straight into sexual matters, you both swam all around the lagoon, drank all the beers, bathed under the stream of the waterfall, and explored the depths searching for weird-shaped rocks. Sex was an amazing experience in your relationship. You both enjoyed each other's bodies and could spend hours tangled in your shared bed, on the couch, or in any other intimate place. The two of you also knew that there were many ways to make love, and not all of them were about sex. This was one of the connections that Javier learned from being with you. He adored your naked body, and it turned him on. There were days when he just couldn't keep his hands off you. However, he also learned to appreciate it in a way that went beyond lustful desires, reaching a level of intimacy that felt almost divine. He saw you through your nakedness, connecting with your soul, and vice versa.

But when you do fuck, you mean it.

The sun was starting to dip lower in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the lagoon. You felt his bare body behind you, his arms around your torso as he kissed your neck. You began to rub your buttcheeks against his cock, making him hiss.

Javi's hands disappeared under the water, looking for your core. His index and middle finger found your clit and began to traced gentle circles as he squeezed one of your breasts with his free hand.

You let out a couple of soft moans, trying to keep as quiet as possible, but Javi fastened his touch, making it so hard for you.

"Don't worry, nobody will hear us," he assured you, whispering to your ear, "C'mon, bonita, let me hear you begging for my cock."

"Javi...", you whimpered, feeling his dick slipping on your ass and his fingers between your folds.

"You're such a Goddess," he praised. Javier knew every detail about how to make love to you. He was proud of knowing every corner of your body, every angle, every freckle and every beauty mark over your body. He knew how to made you whimper and scream, and how to make you undone. Yet, he never get bored, not even after three years of relationship and the most wonderful four months of marriage. He would never had enough of every aspect of you.

"I... I need to... feel you inside," you whimpered.

He wanted to made you cum with his fingers and his mouth first, as he always do. But the scene was so kinky and erotic, making his cock throb so painfully.

"Fuck," he hiss, as he carried you, making you gasp, and took you back to the towel.

Javi laid down and you jumped on top of him. His cock was lying on his belly, so you started rubbing it between your wet folds, massaging your clit with his head. His hands captured your hips, so tight you think it would let bruises with the shape of his fingers. But you didn't care, it felt so good.

"I don't brought condoms, baby," he confessed.

"Are you telling me that you planned all this so I let you cum inside of me?", you teased, he shrugged playfully. "You're such a bad boy."

"What are you gonna do about it? Don't tell me that you don't want it too, feel your tight pussy filled with my cum," he whispered, making your core throb around his cock. He grinned, feeling you become even wetter. "I was thinking about starting to build that second bedroom I told you about. How does that sound?"

That was the signal. You and Javi lived in a house that he build years ago. It was at three kilometer from his father's ranch, and since he was not planning to get married at that time, the house only had one room. But now that the panorama had changed, the house was about to transform from a bachelor house to a family home. Starting for make a baby's room next to the the main room.

And just like that, Javi was asking you about starting to try. You answered with a nod and a shaking sigh, your body reacting to his words.

"C'mon, cowgirl, let's put a baby on you," he added, as you took his cock to your entrance. You moan hard as you felt his length stretching your walls, clenching around him. "Fuck, I love that pussy," he groaned.

He was also mesmerized by the view of you on top of him: your skin glowing at the sunlight, drops of water over your shoulders, your wet hair waving with soft air, your hands on his chests, your hardened nipples and your drop-shaped breasts. You looked gorgeous as always.

"You feel so deep, Javi," you moan, starting to moving back and forth, up and down with gentle movements. His pubic hair caressing your swollen clit, his hands over your hips and waist. "I want you to fill my pussy with your cum."

His cock felt different without a condom. You were a married couple, but you still had intercourse with protection, given that you didn't have plans to have a baby until now, and Javi wasn't selfish to make you take pills full of hormones and side effects. He always tried to have condoms on hand, and even though he had insisted that you didn't have to take morning-after pills, you both had sex without protection a couple of times. You always let him know how much you loved his bare cock inside of you and you knew how much he loved it too.

Your whimpers mixed with the sound of the waterfall was music for Javi's ears. He began to push his hips up at the same time as you went down, meeting each other halfway. The air was filled with filthy sounds of wet bodies and moans and whimpers. His name escaped your lips like a prayer, as he watch his cock disappeared inside your dripping cunt.

"I'm comin'... I'm... fuck...," you cried, as you felt a knot buildup on your lower belly.

"I know baby, I can feel your pussy clenching for me," he said. Javi took control of the situation, as you let him fuck you nice and deep, one thumb on your clit and his free arm around your waist to make you stay still. You placed your hands at both sides of his head, so he was able to capture your nipple with his mouth, making you cried and soaking wet.

"Don't you fuckin' stop, Javier! Just like that, me gusta cuando me coges así," you pleaded as he fastened his thrusts.

"Quiero verte corriéndote en mi verga," he commanded.

You reached your climax with a silent scream as the waves of pleasure washed over you, squirting over his cock. You pulled your hips up unconsciously, but he pulled you back down again, buried so deep into you. You felt him almost rubbing your cervix as his warm and thick load painted your walls.

He was also growling and letting out soft whimpers as he watched your pussy dripping a mix of his cum and your honey.

Javi pull out and placed your body beside him, kissing your collarbone and caressing the curves of your waist as you came down from your cloud of bliss.

"That was amazing," you murmured after a minute, your cheeks burning. You cupped his cheeks and kiss him on the lips again.

"I wanna swim again," he said, starting to stood up taking your hand to follow him.

But you pulled him closer, pressing his chest against your breasts as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, your tongues entwining. "You're not going anywhere. I told you that you were a bad boy, and you must be punished for that behavior, mister."

He grinned devilishly as you placed your hands over his shoulders and pushed him down your body.

[fyonahmacnally]

“Chiquita, are you okay?” Andrea whispers, startling Lena from her thoughts as the hostess seats them at their table. “I know that look, you’re in your head. You’re not usually this contemplative when we go out. Are you and your cariño fighting? Did she eat the last slice of cheesecake again?”

Both of them glance over at their girlfriends laughing with each other. “No, no. Not at all. We’re better than ever, actually. I guess I’m just lost in my thoughts. We’ve been listening to Chappell Roan all week to get ready for the concert.” She rolls her eyes at the rest of their friends giggling like children. “You know where 'Good Luck, Babe' takes me.”

“Indeed, I do.” Andrea scoffs before smiling and dragging Lena to the two chairs between their girlfriends. “Such a great song isn’t it? Last I heard, she is married to the guy, what was his name…James? Isn’t that the one she dated when you two split? Or, I guess the one she cheated on you with? Have you heard anything about her?”

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Good Luck, Babe by Fyonah_MacNally

Fandoms:Supergirl (TV 2015)  

Teen And Up Audiences

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29 Oct 2024

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Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Alex Danvers/Kelly Olsen

Samantha "Sam" Arias/Andrea Rojas

Querl Dox/Nia Nal

Lucy Lane/James "Jimmy" Olsen

Lena Luthor

Kara Danvers

Alex Danvers

Kelly Olsen (Supergirl TV 2015)

Samantha "Sam" Arias

Andrea Rojas

Nia Nal

Querl Dox

Lucy Lane (DCU)

James "Jimmy" Olsen

Jack Spheer

Russell Rogers

Song: Good Luck Babe! (Chappell Roan)

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Alternate Universe - No Powers

Ghost of Girlfriends Past

i told you so

You can say that we are nothing

but you know the truth

Summary

“Chiquita, are you okay?” Andrea whispers, startling Lena from her thoughts as the hostess seats them at their table. “I know that look, you’re in your head. You’re not usually this contemplative when we go out. Are you and your cariño fighting? Did she eat the last slice of cheesecake again?” Both of them glance over at their girlfriends laughing with each other. “No, no. Not at all. We’re better than ever, actually. I guess I’m just lost in my thoughts. We’ve been listening to Chappell Roan all week to get ready for the concert.” She rolls her eyes at the rest of their friends giggling like children. “You know where 'Good Luck, Babe' takes me.” “Indeed, I do.” Andrea scoffs before smiling and dragging Lena to the two chairs between their girlfriends. “Such a great song isn’t it? Last I heard, she is married to the guy, what was his name…James? Isn’t that the one she dated when you two split? Or, I guess the one she cheated on you with? Have you heard anything about her?”

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Part 11 of Mac's One Shots

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[theroseceleste]

Pilot Miguel - Part 8 - Living Like Kings and Queens

It's your first full day in Paris. How will it compare to the day before?

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Word count - 3776

Minors DNI

Contains : Theft and confrontation. Smut : Penetrative sex.

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It’s your first full day in Paris. Considering being six hours ahead, you have had a good sleep during the night, although you think you have Miguel to thank for that. Ten orgasms. Ten mind blowing, core pulsing, toe curling orgasms you experienced yesterday. Just the thought of it makes you dizzy.

Miguel’s presence has been a constant throughout the night. Occasionally, you found yourself waking up to him planting a kiss either on your head, neck or shoulder, before nuzzling into you and falling asleep again. His soft snores, strangely acting as your lullaby and you drop off soon after.

Later on, the sound of a zip summons you from your sleepy state. Your eyes open when you don’t feel him there anymore.

“Miguel?”

You suddenly blurt out as you sit up. The room spins slightly as you move so quickly after waking. While you recover from the brief dizzy spell, Miguel rushes to the bed and sits next to you putting his arm around you, holding you close. You notice that he’s dressed.

“You’re going?” you ask, as you gaze up at him sounding disappointed and feeling worried that you may have done something wrong.

“No, we both are…” he replies as he smiles down at you.

A look of confusion spreads across your face.

“What?”

He leans in closer, cupping his hand under your chin.

“I’m taking you shopping and then we’re checking in somewhere else.”

“We’re - not seeing the Eiffel Tower?” you ask, as hope glistens in your eyes; you can’t fly all the way to Paris and not see the famous structure.

A soft kiss is planted on your forehead.

“Sure, you can see it, but we’re not going up it.”

“Why not?”

He brushes some of your hair away from your face as he whispers to you.

“How do you feel about living like Marie Antoinette for a couple of days?”

A sudden gasp fills the air as your jaw drops.

“We’re going to the palace of Versailles?”

“We’re staying in the Château de Versailles.”

This is incredible! He has booked the both of you to stay for two nights near where King Louis XVI and his Queen, Marie Antoinette lived in the eighteenth century - before they were imprisoned and beheaded, but you don’t linger on that thought for too long.

You throw your arms around your Captain and pull him on top of you.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” you squeal excitedly as you smother his handsome face with kisses.

He chuckles as he feels you shower him with appreciation. An addictive feeling indeed.

“De nada. I want you to live like a queen, surrounded by luxury, fine food,” he pauses as he leans closer, “and feel ultimate, blissful pleasure given to you by me…”

His lips press against yours in a searing kiss, quieting your exclamations of gratitude into muffled mewls. Before you melt into a mushy puddle, he pulls away and caresses your face.

“Your palace awaits, my Queen.”

“But what about the rest of the crew?” you ask as you rise up from the bed, legs still slightly wobbly.

“They’re all sleeping off their heavy night of drinking and partying hard. We’re fine. They won’t even notice we’re gone.”

“They’ll notice you’re missing,” you comment, sounding a little more threatened than you intended as you pick up your case and put it on the bed to find some clothes to wear.

“Oh?” he asks, sounding amused, “is chiquita jealous?”

Your heart pounds as you pick out a pair of underwear. Black lace today.

“Not jealous…” you pause as you consider your answer.

“Perhaps I just don’t like other girls trying their luck with you - making you uncomfortable,” you reply, trying not to sound possessive.

You’ve got this man’s attention by being yourself and genuine. Granted, your colleagues don’t know this, but it still irks you when you see them batting their eyelashes at him. You guess the silver lining here is that he genuinely looks disinterested and unamused when he’s swarmed by the cabin crew ladies. But some seem to struggle getting the hint.

From behind, large, warm arms wrap around you in a comforting bear hug as his plump lips press against your neck.

“And tonight, we’ll be away from all of that bullshit. You don’t have to watch your colleagues fruitlessly try to get my attention and I can continue having you all to myself…”

His voice vibrates into your neck as he talks while his hands travel down and help pull your lacy underwater up your legs. Long, firm fingers squeeze your cheeks, admiring the enticing lace beneath his touch.

“Come on you, get dressed before I feel tempted to rail you against the bed again.”

A slight spank slapping across your rear makes you jolt and squeak, followed shortly by a giggle.

After having breakfast in a nearby cafe and checking your bags in a temporary luggage storage place in the metro, the pair of you head to a popular commercial street in the city for a spot of shopping. To your surprise, the Eiffel Tower is also nearby, which Miguel promises you’ll see up close.

“Why are we going shopping?” you ask as you walk by his side in a bustling street lined with cafes, and luxury shops.

Knowing that the both of you are far away from your hotel and hidden from your colleagues, Miguel feels he can walk with you, looping his arm around yours. Your heart flutters as you feel him keep you close.

“Because, if we’re staying in the Château de Versailles, we should probably look the part. T-shirts and jeans aren’t going to cut it.”

You look down at your current clothing - he has a point. Pieces of a puzzle start to slot together in your mind. You begin to wonder just how much this is going to cost.

“Miguel, how much does two nights at Versailles for two people cost?”

He just smiles at you and taps the side of his nose with his finger, gesturing that it’s a secret.

You frown at him.

“Miguel…”

You sound a little stern, but not in a rude way. The fact that he won’t tell you how much, gives you the impression it’s a ridiculous amount of money. Although spoiling you is very sweet, you worry that he thinks he has to do this to keep you happy.

“Relax chiquita, I’ve got this.”

He feels you squeeze your arm around his briefly and he looks down at you again.

“Alright, but no more stunts like this every time we go somewhere together, okay?” you ask, as you would just happily enjoy being hidden away in a hotel room or simply sightseeing with him.

Miguel sighs as he brings you to an expensive shop.

“Can we seal the deal after this trip?” he asks, looking up at the lettering of Chanel above the doors with a smile.

The two large back-to-back C’s of the brand’s logo reflect in your eyes as your jaw drops. The closest you get to buying anything Chanel is some of their perfume collection, but even then, that stuff is pricey.

“Come on…” he chuckles as he pulls you inside.

Everything looks expensive. Probably because everything is expensive. You dread touching any of the clothing in fear of snagging a thread or getting it dirty somehow. As for looking at the price tags - if there even are any - you’d imagine you might pass out at the sight of triple digits staring back at you.

“Miguel, this is too much… I’m sure we can find something cheaper and still…”

“No, chiquita. Marie Antoinette didn’t settle for anything less than the best, and neither shall you.”

You turn to face him, pressing your hands against his shirt and chest.

“Baby, I’m not Marie Antoinette. I’m just, me, who’s simply happy being here, in this moment, with you.”

He smiles down at you with the understanding that perhaps spending this much money on you is making you uncomfortable.

“Mi bonita, escúchame, por favor…” (my pretty, listen to me, please) he whispers to you as he places his hands on your shoulders.

“I can afford this and it’s not going to bankrupt me. But I promise, I won’t do this every trip, bueno?” (Okay?)

You relax slightly. Casting your mind back, you think about the type of car he drives. Being a pilot is typically a well paid job, so you suppose he lives comfortably at least, probably more so than you. Miguel is a smart man, you’re sure of it. He won’t do silly things like this without being able to afford it, or having to sacrifice something in order to pay for it. A sigh comes out in a heavy breath as you relent.

“Bueno…” (Okay…) you reply after thinking about it and he gives you a kiss on your forehead.

“That’s mi chiquita…” (That’s my little one) he pats you on the shoulder before brushing some hair from your face.

A long sleeved dress catches your eye. Horizontal black and white stripes with a red band encircling the waist. The hem of the dress goes as far as below the knee. It’s modest, but pretty. Miguel approves too. In honesty, he prefers to see you in modest clothing, leaving what lies underneath for his eyes only. Speaking of underneath, the next stop for you in his planned shopping trip is to visit Victoria’s Secret. For those occasions where only he will be seeing you, preferably on his bed…

You’re practically blushing when Miguel leads you into Victoria’s Secret. Holding your hand, he pulls you gently around the shop, looking at all the lingerie, matching bra and knicker sets, babydolls and bodysuits.

He turns back to look at you with a small smirk, thinking your blush is cute. The main place you usually get your underwear from is the clothing section in your local hypermarket store, not in a shop dedicated purely to sexy underwear. So much lace, silk and PVC, you don’t know where to look.

If shopping alone, you’d be fine, but it seems so much weirder walking in with a partner, especially as someone so new to you as Miguel.

A tug on your hand brings you closer to him, allowing him to whisper in your ear.

“You chose your dress, I choose something from here, sound good?” he asks almost in a seductive tone.

That’s a slight relief for you, plus, you also get to find out what he likes so you can surprise him in future when you buy something privately. A pretty, white pleated babydoll dress with a black bow situated under the bust dangles elegantly from the hanger. He picks it up and holds it against your body, squinting, imagining it on you. Perfect. You notice he doesn’t hang about when it comes to making decisions, which is another relief for you because you can leave the shop quickly.

As he pays for the lingerie, he’s inspired with a couple of other ideas. Something else he can surprise you with another time perhaps…

“Fancy something to eat?” Miguel asks, after leaving Victoria’s Secret with you, a fancy bag in tow full of Miguel’s purchase and secretive pink tissue paper to hide what’s inside.

You nod in response before he begins to look for a nice café.

“My treat,” you add quickly, which makes him chuckle but he obliges.

As the pair of you walk down the busy street, you pull out your phone to check the time.

“What time should we arrive at the Versailles?”

“Check-in is at three this afternoon,” Miguel answers as he spots a sweet looking café across the street.

He pulls you to the edge of the pavement, the road before you is jammed with traffic. Taxis pull in and out of spaces either side of the street, dropping off and picking up shoppers, disrupting the flow of vehicles.

The pavements are busy too. Full of walking tourists and city residents. You have lost count of the number of times someone has bumped into you. But you’re used to this after living in Nueva York.

Suddenly, an unknown hand comes out of nowhere and wrenches your phone out of your grip. You gasp as your fingers now clench around nothing.

An opportunistic thief makes off with your cell phone, weaving in haste between groups of people.

Your gasp immediately tells Miguel that something is wrong. He spots the culprit and lets go of you.

“Stay here.”

He bolts after the thief, not quite so subtle as to slip between clusters of pedestrians. Instead he disperses people as he charges through, making them scatter or risk getting ploughed out of the way.

Your heart is in your mouth as you watch after Miguel hunt down the thief like a wolf after his prey.

With long, powerful strides, Miguel closes in on the pickpocket. He grapples on to the man’s jacket and drags him screaming into an alley between shops and slams him against a wall.

“Hand it over. Now!” Miguel snarls, the skin on and around his nose wrinkling with anger.

The thief doesn’t speak a word of English, but it doesn’t take a genius to understand what Miguel wants. His shaking hand fumbles into his pocket and draws out your phone.

“Je suis désolé!” (I’m sorry!) he splutters and thrusts the phone towards Miguel, who snatches it within an instant while keeping hold of the thief.

“Merci…” (Thank you) he grumbles as he checks the phone over, making sure it is definitely yours.

He presses the power button to wake it up, the lock screen displaying a picture of you and a close friend, he presumes. Satisfied that the phone is okay, Miguel releases the thief and gestures for him to get out of his sight. He doesn’t need telling twice and practically trips over himself scarpering out of the alley.

You look up worriedly as you hear footsteps finally approach you and feel relieved to see that it’s Miguel.

“I’ve got it back. But I’ll keep it on me unless you need it. I don’t want you being targeted again.”

You could kiss him - then yell at him, but kiss him again. Something terrible could have happened to him just because of a damn phone.

“Thank you,” you mutter in awe at your man.

“De nada, chiquita,” he replies as he puts his arm around your shoulder and escorts you across the road to the café.

It seems Miguel has a good eye for spotting the nicest places to eat. It’s like he can sniff out good quality. The food is delicious, yet inexpensive.

Before entering the underground world of the metro, he takes you to the Eiffel Tower. As you approach it, the more the wrought-iron structure dominates your surroundings.

You stare up at it in amazement, your eyes wandering over the lattice design, imagined and brought to life by an incredible engineer, Gustave Eiffel.

A gentle nudge against your arm steals your attention.

“Did you know, the Eiffel Tower is nicknamed ‘la dame de fer’?” Miguel asks as he researches the tower on his phone.

“Are you pretending to be my tour guide?” you ask, chuckling slightly.

“What does the nickname mean?” you add with growing curiosity.

“It means… ‘the iron lady’,” he pauses as he continues to scroll

“Said to mark the centenary of the French Revolution.”

Your eyes traverse down to the ground where the impressive structure’s stands splay outwards. An ever growing queue of tourists snake away from the Eiffel Tower, making your jaw drop.

“Holy shit, that’s a long queue.”

Miguel puts his phone back in his pocket, sitting nicely with yours.

“See why we’re not going up it?” he asks, as a little grin grows across his lips.

You nod silently as he leans in closer to whisper in your ear.

“I want to get us on that train, and go to Versailles.”

His eyes gleam with hunger and excitement as he stares down at you warmly. The brown of his eyes never fails to make you melt.

Before you leave the popular tourist hotspot, you pull him closer, tilting your head back just so you can see him.

“Can I have my phone please?”

“Sí…” he replies softly as he withdraws your phone from his pocket and hands it to you.

You catch him by surprise by pulling at his shirt, lowering him to your level. He feels your lips suddenly press against his cheek as you take a snap. He blinks wildly before he realises what you have done.

“Did you just…”

“Yep.”

He takes your phone from you to look at the picture. You have positioned it perfectly. It’s a picture of you giving him a sweet, tender kiss in front of the Eiffel Tower. A smile grows across his lips as he presses his fingers against the image, zooming in to look at it in greater detail.

“Can you send that to me?” he asks, “I love it.”

Butterflies erupt in a fluttering explosion within you. Your first picture together and he loves it. For a brief moment you thought he was mad at you for taking a snap of him.

“Of course I can send it to you.”

He locks the screen and stuffs your phone back in his pocket, to keep it safe.

“Come on, let’s get our luggage, change and head to Versailles.”

The moment you clap eyes on the Château de Versailles, you fall in love. A building separate from the palace but still within the grounds, used as an expensive hotel, allowing guests to experience what a day in the life of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette was like. Inside and out is the purest display of opulence and luxury you’ve ever seen.

There are expansive gardens filled with swirling strips of manicured green grass. The sound of running water from magnificent fountains dotted around the grounds compliment the birds tweeting and chirping nearby.

Your room is spacious with a combination of creamy white and floral walls. The sunlight illuminates your private space through floor to ceiling windows. A golden, electric candelabra hangs over your large bed, tastefully simulating the eighteenth century feel but with modern technology.

Cream-white is the main theme for the hotel, however the furniture adorns each room with complimenting colours.

Dinner is indeed fit for a King and Queen of France and you are treated like royalty the moment you arrive in the restaurant. Miguel looks handsome in a smart suit and he cannot keep his eyes off of you as you both eat the mouth-watering food before you.

After sun-down, Miguel escorts you back to your room and waits for you to change in the bathroom as he closes the floral curtains. Lights dimmed low, setting the mood.

The bathroom door unlocks and you step out in your stunning black and white baby doll piece. The pleated material flows gracefully around your hips as you walk towards the Captain, staring in total awe at you. Tonight, you’re his goddess and he’ll treat you reverently.

His arms wrap around you as if you’re the last woman on earth, protecting you from other men who may want you. His kisses are tender and sweet, travelling from your lips to your jaw, down your neck and onto your shoulder. You feel his hair tickle your skin as he tantalisingly traces his lips against your neck once more.

“You are heavenly…” he mumbles into your ear, his warm breath fanning across your cheek.

“No words in any language can describe how you look right now.”

You notice he isn't doing his usual thing of defaulting to Spanish when he gets romantic or aroused. It feels strange, but good, to hear him say sweet things to you in English; although you do adore him when he speaks Spanish to you too. Maybe it’s the place you’re in, maybe it’s what you’re wearing, or maybe it’s something going on in his mind, but you don’t say anything. You want to embrace what he wants to give you, no matter how he does it.

He lifts you onto the bed, watching you lay there as he undresses, leaving his clothing strewn across the floor. Who has time to put clothes away when a beautiful specimen like you is waiting for him on the bed, looking like you do. He wants you. He wants to feel you, smell you, kiss you, taste you and most importantly pleasure you by making love to you, getting lost in you, losing himself in you.

His impressive frame and heat bears down on you as he traps you underneath him. Using his knee, he nudges your legs apart and lays his naked form upon you. He becomes one with you, coupling with you, filling you, carefully, delicately and tenderly.

No biting tonight; only tenderness. Your soft moans, gasps and mewls of pleasure is all that he wants to hear. It’s emotional, you dare say. He’s quiet; only muttering sweet nothings to you occasionally, praising you as you take him all the way, deep into your core. You are blessing him with access to your body, and for that he’ll be forever thankful.

His hips deliciously grind against yours, in a slow and steady rhythm that takes your breath away. Your fingers dig into his back as he speeds up but remains tender and soft. Miguel presses his lips against yours, his tongue gains entry as you moan into his mouth. The pleasant sounds from you mixes with his quiet grunts and the bed creaking with every thrust.

The heat builds up between you as your climaxes draw nearer. He whispers to you, pleading for you to cum for him. Your beautiful babydoll outfit that he refused to take off of you earlier is becoming too overwhelming and he’s dangerously close to climaxing before you.

His desperation for you to come undone for him makes you do just that. He feels you writhe beneath him, arching your back as he continues his thrusts. Your moans and cries of pleasure makes him crumble, collapsing in a heap above you. His hips firmly nestled between your legs as he releases into you, painting your insides white.

After the rush of the climax ebbs away and the afterglow dies down, he cleans you up gently and gets you into bed. He still requests you wear your sexy outfit as you sleep. With his secure arms wrapped around you, you drift off, dreaming of that sweet kiss at the foot of the Eiffel Tower.

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An itinerary for BabyMonster in Thailand

– BabyMonster is in Thailand to enjoy their pre-debut time, and film some content, too. While they seem to be enjoying their time here, we’ve created an itinerary for Babymonster in Thailand, in case they run out of ideas.

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Here, based on their only song Dream, we’ve put together an itinerary for BabyMonster in Thailand.

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Go get a Dreamy dining experience watching the fireflies at Wang Hinghoi

The Thai-inspired meals at Wang Hinghoi are designed to align with the theme of life’s four elements: earth, fire, water, and wind. At the restaurant, BabyMonster will also be taken into the dream-like trance as they can watch the fireflies outside while they are tasting scrumptious menus.

Spend a day at Dream world, just as any kid would dream of

BabyMonster consists of very young members, the youngest being Chiquita, who is only 14 years of age. So, while they still have time during their pre-debut, we suggest they celebrate childish moments, as we know this industry can be very chaotic. Dream world, an outdoor amusement park, is just the place for that. The Giant House and The Tornado are waiting for them, or even if they just want to wander around, we are sure they will already feel like spending a day in their dreams.

Follow in their eonni Lisa Blackpink’s footstep by visiting Ayutthaya, following the Dream of international Blinks

After the media explosion following Lisa’s presence in Ayutthaya, a lot of life was brought back to the historic city again. BabyMonster could follow in their eonni’s steps, and even wear traditional Thai attire like Lisa. They’d live out the dream of Blinks all around the world.

Enjoy a Dreamy beach experience at Irene resort, Koh Lipe

Even though BabyMonster have been spotted having a joyful time on Koh Larn, when it comes to Thai beaches, they should check out the Andaman sea side, too. We suggest BabyMonster head to Koh Lipe. Irene Resort on Sunrise Beach is there to take their breath away with an impeccable atmosphere. If the monsters want to escape boredom, Irene Resort also offers many activities, too. Crystal blue seas, white sand, and numerous activities, we are certain that even monsters can’t help but fall for this dreamy island for sure.

Wake up from their Dreams in a camping site at Pang Ung

Since they are already here in Thailand, why not fly up to the north to get the full experience of camping? Pang Ung, a royal development project, is a place of hidden beauty beyond the eyes. With a camping area that is covered by a green pine forest, Pang Ung is not to be missed. If lucky enough, BabyMonster may spot the swans loitering around the lake. Really dreamy indeed.

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[cliff-montgomery]

US Jury Finds Chiquita Guilty Of Funding Right-Wing Terrorist Group In Columbia

By Cliff Montgomery - July 2nd, 2024

The U.S. court system has been making some very poor decisions lately. So it’s nice to see that - on occasion - a court in this country may still do the right thing.

Just ask those who took note of the jury decision a few weeks ago against the Chiquita fruit company, which held it to task for its deplorable actions in the Latin American nation of Columbia.

“A court in the United States has found multinational fruit company Chiquita Brands International liable for financing a Colombian paramilitary group,” according to BBC News in an article published on June 11th.

“The group, the United Self-Defence Forces of Colombia (AUC), was designated by the US as a terrorist organisation at the time,” added BBC.

“Following a civil case brought by eight Colombian families whose relatives were killed by the AUC,” continued the news source, “Chiquita has been ordered to pay $38.3m (£30m) in damages to the families.”

Indeed, the jury serving a federal court of Florida ruled that “Chiquita knowingly provided substantial assistance to the AUC to a degree sufficient to create a foreseeable risk of harm to others,” stated an article quietly published by CNN on June 12th.

Of course, “Chiquita said in a statement that … [there was] ‘no legal basis for the claims,’ ” stated BBC News. The fruit giant added that “it intended to appeal against the jury’s verdict.”

“The AUC engaged in widespread human rights abuses in Colombia,” pointed out BBC, “including murdering people it suspected of links with left-wing rebels.”

“The victims ranged from trade unionists to banana workers,” added the news source.

“At its height, [the AUC] had an estimated 30,000 members who engaged in intimidation, drug trafficking, extortion, forced displacement and killings,” declared the BBC News article.

“It also launched brutal attacks on villagers they suspected of supporting left-wing rebels,” added the news source.

Though “the group demobilised in 2006 after reaching a peace deal with the government,” BBC News stated that “some of its members went on to form new splinter groups which continue to be active.”

“The case was brought by the families after Chiquita pleaded guilty in 2007 to making payments to the AUC,” stated BBC News.

“In [that year], Chiquita pleaded guilty to making over 100 payments to the AUC totaling over $1.7 million,” added CNN, “despite the group being designated a terrorist organization.”

“Chiquita recorded the AUC payments as ‘security services,’ ” pointed out CNN, “though the company never received any actual services from these payments, according to a US Justice Department press release from the time.”

Apparently caught red-handed, the fruit company “agreed to pay the US government a $25 million fine, the [Justice Department] said in its release,” according to CNN.

It seems “an unnamed company executive had told the Justice Department that the payments had been made under the threat of violence,” CNN said in reference to a section of the federal press release.

But that excuse didn’t work for the Florida jury, which answered that the Chiquita company did not “act as a reasonable businessperson would have acted under the circumstances,” according to CNN.

“The class-action lawsuit against Chiquita … focused on nine cases, which were chosen out of hundreds of claims against the banana company,” according to BBC News.

“The jury found that the AUC was responsible for eight of the nine murders examined as part of the lawsuit,” declared BBC, and that the jury further “ruled that Chiquita had knowingly provided substantial assistance to the AUC, to a degree sufficient to create a foreseeable risk of harm.”

Agnieszka Fryszman, one of the chief lawyers for the victims, declared that “the verdict does not bring back the husbands and sons who were killed,” but that it does set “the record straight and places accountability for funding terrorism where it belongs: at Chiquita's doorstep,” according to BBC News.

In a stinging social media post, the president of Colombia, Gustavo Petro, simply asked why such a ruling against these oppressors had not been made in his country.

“Why could US justice determine in judicial truth that Chiquita Brands financed paramilitarism in Urabá? Why couldn’t Colombian justice?” he wondered in a post he placed on X [formerly Twitter].

Another case against Chiquita - comprising a second group of plaintiffs - is set to begin on July 15th.

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dance with me, mi amor!

Pairing: camilo madrigal x fem!reader

Summary: y/n and camilo have been oblivious to each other's obvious crushes for far too long. until one day, they use rain as their own matchmaker

a/n: i just watched encanto and have been obsessed. i jusy wanted to write something short and i choose camilo because i love him so so much so enjoy!

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it seemed the sky was suspiciously bright today, y/n noted. pepa was never in such a good mood for entire day, and with the big gathering in the casita tonight, it was sure it will not stay like this until the end.

abuela decided to organise a huge welcoming of the people in the new casita, for she wanted to share the miracle with everyone. after everything that has happened, it seemed like a perfect opportunity for everybody to connect more with each other.

y/n walked down the street towards the house she was awaited in by 2 small children, a boy and a girl and their parents.

"y/n thank you so much!" the woman said frantically shaking the girls hand.

"no problem, i'm happy to help" she answered, smiling to the children

the little girl got on her tippy toes, reaching towards y/n with her fingers "you're the señorita who's always with camilo madrigal!"

y/n laughed sincerely, indeed she is.

"we have to go" said the man, taking his wife by the hand and opening the door for them to leave "listen to señorita y/n, kids!"

spending the day at somebody else's house taking care of children was not something she was planning on doing, but she found herself not hating it. viviana was a small girl who liked to tease her brother. y/n noticed she was quite a bookworm since she made her read two books out loud.

lorenzo was a year older boy who liked to run. he really, really liked to run which made y/n curse him a few times under her breath.

"let's go on a walk!" said lorenzo, taking y/n by the hand.

"sure" the girl was already tired but it seemed a better option than staying in.

the trio made their way through the crowded streets, lorenzo already running through the people in play.

"well hello, mi vida" y/n turned around only to be met with her identical twin.

"hi, camilo" she said already laughing

"what happened chiquita, you look tired"

"been running around all day behind these two" she said motioning on the siblings holding her hand only to realise lorenzo is missing. "dios mio, cuando lo alcanzo..."

camilo stiffened a laugh "it seems you're not that good of a babysitter"

"shut up"

"luckily you have the best friend ever who will gladly help, you're welcome"

viviana seemed more excited than y/n, tightening the grip on her hand.

the boy easily shifted into viviana's look alike and went to look for the boy.

a few moments later camilo was walking towards the girls with lorenzo holding his hand. y/n rushed to them, making sure the child was alright and then finally hugging her best friend. unfortunatly, just a best friend.

they hugged tigtly, y/n taking in the intoxicating smell of his hair that ruffled under her palm. he squeezed her closer by her waist, closing his eyes in hopes she never lets go.

they both felt like happily dying in the moment, in each other's arms.

pulling away, y/n stopped to look at camilo's face so close to hers. his eyes faled to remain in place, trailling down to her lips and back to her eyes. the girl wanted to do something more, anything, but alas, it was not in her nature.

"will i see you tonight in mi casa?" camilo regained himself

"yes, you will"

"then i will see you soon, cariña" he said, kissing her hand and storming off.

the night was easpecially glowing, the moon and the stars shinning a little brighter. "ay, mi vida, come in" camilo's face lit up as he saw the girl knock on the door.

"camilo!" pepa came rushing towards the two of them "oh! y/n how wonderful to see you again"

"mami? you wanted something?"

"no, no, i will leave you two alone, i'm just looking for tu papá"

hours have passed, joy filling the casita. camilo ans y/n have spent the whole time together, not noticing the secret giggles and curious gazes of madrigal family.

"i should probably get going" she said, looking at the time

camilo's face frowned "what? no, you just got here."

unable to change her mind, the loverboy decided to walk his beloved home. he has always loved his mother to death, but dios mio how he loved her in that excact moment.

as an ending to perfectly sunny day, pepa had become sad and upset, causing the rain to fall. camilo mischeviously smiled, looking at the girl who was frowing from the thought of going home now.

music played from the outside and an idea creeped up to the back of camilo's mind.

the boy stepped out, walking under the rain drops and turning on his heel. y/n laughed "what are you doing, idiota"

"me gusta" he said, laughing from ear to ear

the girl burst out laughing "i need to go home!"

"dance with me, mi amor!" he exclaimed, holding out his hand for her to take

"i must be out of my mind" she said, following him in the middle of the street

camilo pulled her closer "that makes the two of us, mi vida!"

they swung around to the faint sound of the music from casita, getting soaked underneath the open sky. already wet to their skin, camilo gripped her waist, wishing they could be even more close.

the dance wasn't perfect - they stepped on each others feet a couple of times, almost slipped a few and it was messy. but it was just the way it had to be.

"mi amor, we are terrible dancers" camilo whispered

"and i wouldn't have it any other way"

camilo didn't know what it was but he felt invincible. with her in his arms, it seemed he could conquer the world.

taking her head in his hand, camilo didn't think twice before pressing his lips onto hers. rain fell down their heads as they kissed deeply and passionately, pulling apart after hearing a few cheers from the people from the inside.

"i wanted to do this for so long, princesa..."

"i started to think you never will"

[mihlo]

petals

cw: camilo. f!reader. fluff. random flirty boi. jealous milo >:). reblogs are appreciated.

sum: camilo plays a game of chance to determine if you love him or not.

a/n: this is kinda short but i like it lol

it was an exhausting day indeed, camilo went to the grass and lay down for a bit, trying to get away from his babysitting duties for a little while.

these were moments where he just can’t help but appreciate the blue sky in front of his eyes, or the grass that seemed to send tingles on his back.

just then, his mood appears to lift up when he could mildly hear your soothing voice, talking to a boy.

“wait, a boy?!”

his head instantly whips to your way once more, attentively watching the person you’re talking to. your laugh has always been music to his ears and the highlight of his day. in fact, he’d tell you dumb jokes if it meant hearing it again and again but right now was an exception.

you were giggling at what the lad had said to you, his anger boiling as he puffed his cheeks trying to contain his emotions.

“i’d gladly show you my universe chiquita, but i’m sure you own a mirror.”

snorting, he rolls his eyes. “that wasn’t even good,” he muttered bitterly, seeing the way your eyes crinkled as soon as you released a smile that he swore could launch more than a thousand ships.

once he had had enough of the view in front of him, he turned around, moping, before noticing the small flowers that surrounded him. he plucked one out of boredom and spun it in circles until his face lit up when an idea came to his mind.

straightening up, he looked at the tiny flower on his fingers giddily as he took a petal. “y/n loves me, y/n loves me not..”

it went like that for a while, the flower starting to look bare as he took one petal again and another.

she loves me, she loves me not, she loves me, she loves me not, she loves me...

with an exasperated sigh, he pulls the last petal from the flower with a slumped back. “she loves me not,” he slurred, frowning as he let go of the flower’s stem.

who am i kidding.. she probably doesn’t even like me.

as if on cue, someone’s hands interrupted his drooping shoulders, tapping it before handing a petal. looking at the person behind him, his face fell when he saw his hermana snickering.

“don’t worry, she adores you.”

tilting her head in your direction, he let his gaze trail into yours, cheeks furiously flushing as he noticed that you had already stared at him.

maybe he does have a chance with you after all.

⠀

[mustyrosewater]

𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳  ( 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰 )

𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 @the-door-matt​ f𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 !

it had been another hour or so before the southern agent from before poked his head around the corner to inform you that everybody was leaving and asking if you needed anything else, your gaze had shifted to the shitty blanket and pillow they'd given you and then back to the agent before shaking your head. with that, he'd awkwardly bid you a good night, as impossible as that would be, before leaving. 

it was a few minutes after that, when the agent from before, the one that had been chasing after you, walking around the corner and sat down at one of the desks a few meters away from your cell, not bothering to give you a second glance as he leaned back in one of the shitty leather chairs that squeaked every single time he moved.

 for the first thirty minutes or so, you managed to sit in silence with just the sound of his typewriter clicking away and the smell of his cigarette smoke. eventually, though, the constant clicking of said typewriter and the creaks emanating from the shitty chair were slowly driving you crazy. you stood up and walked over to the bars, letting four hands reach up to allow your fingers to curl around the cold iron as you stared down the agent who seemed incredibly invested in his report. you tilted your head ever so slightly as you watched him, your madre had always taught you that it was rude to stare; but now, all you wanted to do was stare. you now had the opportunity to take in the agent's features. his skin had obviously been tanned by the columbian sun and his hair was slightly tousled, due to what you guessed was the stress of such a long night. his nose was sloped and lead down to a mustache that only framed his otherwise softer features and sat above where a cigarette hung loosely from his lips. due to the yellow toned desk lamp, you could see the smoke traveling upwards from said cigarette, casting him in an almost mist of smoke and only causing him to look even more mysterious.

 "you got a starin' problem?" his voice rang out. he hadn't looked at you once throughout the entirety of your oogling and somehow he was able to tell you'd been staring at him the entire time. wanting to play it off as if you hadn't been blatantly checking him, because you most definitely were, you instead tried to claim you'd been staring for and entirely different reason. 

"can i have a cigarette?" you asked, once again reaching up to curl your fingers around the iron bars. he gave you a look that seemed almost impressed, he stood up from his chair and grabbed his packet of cigarettes which had been sat beside his type writer the entire time. 

"you make me chase you for a whole ten minutes-" he began but you quickly cut him off "eight actually." you couldn't help the small smirk from showing on your face, leaning your head forward to rest your chin on the same bar your hand was on. he stopped in his tracks and seemed almost taken aback by the pure attitude radiating from you. you were unable to stop yourself, everything about that tiny ass cell was pissing you off, that paired with the aching of your muscles and the sleep deprivation, you were ready to let the puta out. "i chase you for eight minutes straight, i'm stuck in here baby sittin' your ass and now. ." he continued to walk forward until he was standing on the other end of the bars looking down at you. he held up the packet and waved it "you're asking me for a cigarette?" he arched one of his eyebrows as he looked down at you. 

 your smirk only widened as you realized you may indeed have struck a nerve with the agent. he was obviously annoyed enough by your presence in the first place, if anything, your request was simply icing on the cake. you stared each other down for what felt like a small eternity, neither of you blinking a single time. were you waiting to see who would break first? was he trying to psyche you out? you weren't exactly sure. what you were sure of, however, was that you wanted that goddamn cigarette. 

against your better judgment, you broke. you reached through the bars in an attempt to grab the pack, maybe you'd be faster than him. not taking his eyes off of you, he pulled the pack back with ease, keeping it out of your reach. you fought the urge to frown but managed to keep a poker face, slowly pulling your hand back. 

 he waved a finger in your face, the son of a bitch, he waved a finger in your face as if you were a fucking toddler. if it were physically possible, you were fairly certain that steam would be flowing out of your ears. he tsked at you as if to rub it in even more and refused to let his mouth curl into a smile of any kind. with a look of pure seriousness, he leaned forward ever so slightly and looked down at you. 

"if you want a cigarette, you have to be a good chiquita." little girl. this fucker was really calling you a good little girl. as pissed off as he was making you, you'd be lying if you'd said that the way he said it, along with the pure husk of his voice didn't send shivers down your spine which rocked into your core. you didn't even realize you'd been silent the entire time, not until he spoke again, his tone much more firm than before.

 "are you going to be a good little girl?" he asked, tilting his head ever so slightly to the left, his eyes never leaving yours. you weren't sure how to reply at first; you wanted a cigarette, but not so badly as he was implying. or did you? you'd been through a shit show tonight, you'd ran for eight minutes straight, you'd slept in a jail cell and been forced to listen to nothing but a type writer for half an hour. come to think of it, you did want a cigarette that badly. 

"yes." you answered, now keeping eye contact just as he was, your way of reminding him that two could play at that game, and you were going to be oh so good at this game. he let out an unsatisfied him, furrowing his brows. 

"yes, what?" he asked, still holding the packet of cigarettes so that they were clear in your vision. you thought about it, before speaking once more 

"si, el senor." the words practically rolled off your tongue as you purred out a 'yes sir' in spanish. his furrowed eyebrows softened as he let out a noise of approval. without prompting you pressed your entire body against the cell, resuming your previous position of resting your chin on the bars. 

 opening the pack excruciatingly slow, you watched as the agent fished a cigarette out and held it up to you. out of instinct, you reached forward to grab the cigarette, only for it to be pulled away once more. you couldn't help yourself and let out a soft groan of annoyance, resisting the urge to stamp your foot just like a toddler would. his facade seemed to break only the slightest as the ghost of a smirk appeared on his face but left as quickly as it came. 

"open, baby girl." he said lowly, his eyes flashing down to your mouth. you quickly understood what he wanted you to do and paused before slowly opening your mouth, leaving just enough space for him to place the cigarette between your soft lips, but that and no more. 

you wanted to tease him, put up a little bit of resistance every now and then to remind him that he wasn't completely in control here because he wasn't. the cigarette met your mouth as he slowly laid it down on your bottom lip, letting his eyes flick from your own to your mouth periodically. 

you kept your eyes on his the entire time, unwilling to let them drift anywhere else except his own chocolate brown orbs. it felt like an eternity before he held up his lighter, a classic metal zippo. it made you smirk as he held it closer towards the cigarette hanging out of your mouth. 

you'd probably end up regretting this, but in that single moment, you didn't even care. launching your hand through the bar, you wrapped your fingers around the lighter and snatched it out of his hands, immediately taking two steps back into your cell, just out of his reach. 

"give it back." he growled. now he was the one with his hands gripping the bars, so hard in fact that his knuckles were turning white. you said nothing, simply stared back at him as you held the cigarette between your lips and smirked. 

he didn't look at you like he was particularly angry, more annoyed if anything that you'd stolen his lighter. you raised said lighter and flicked it open, showing no hesitation in lighting your cigarette and taking a long, hard drag of it before blowing the smoke out, resting it between your two fingers. 

"you want it so badly?" you tilted your head, raising your eyebrows in a teasing matter before waving your finger back and forth, just as he'd done to you previously. 

you took another drag and stepped towards him as you did so; the way he looked at you, the way his eyes narrowed, it reminded you of the times that you'd watched all those nature documentaries on your papa's old tv and would watch the lions watching all the antilope in the field; this is what this all was to him. he was the predator and you were the prey. but you weren't going to let it stay like that for long. 

 leaning forward, you held the smoke in your mouth as you pulled the cigarette away from your lips staring up at him for a few more seconds before blowing the entirety of the smoke that was held in your mouth right on his face. his eyes shut only for a moment, and you could've sworn you saw his shoulders rise and fall slowly as if he was breathing the second hand smoke in. as soon as his eyes opened, you knew what you'd done. 

if you thought his gaze seemed predatory before, you hadn't seen anything just yet. through your distraction, he managed to catch your wrist, which he proceeded to tug on harshly, bringing you towards the bar. 

you were now so close that you could feel his breath against your lips, his eyes baring deeply into yours. you wanted to smirk again, try to show him how little of an affect he had on you, but it would be a lie; you'd been tingling with need this entire time, ever since he'd asked if you'd be a good girl for him. now, you found yourself wanting to be a good girl. 

he took the lighter out your hand with ease, placing it into his back pocket; in that next moment, the fucker took your cigarette right out of your mouth and placed it in his own. you stared at him dumbfounded, your mouth hanging open slightly as you tried to think of something witty to say, anything at all, anything that showed that you could stay on your toes. 

"since you want to use your mouth to be such a brat." he growled, increasing the tight grip on your wrist "i think we should put to good use, how does that sound chiquita?" there he goes again, fucking little girl your ass. without another word, his grip on your wrist disappeared. 

the next moment was spent by him slowly reaching down until his hand met his own crotch. you weren't stupid, you could see him palming himself through his jeans, not that he was trying to hide it at all anyway. silently, you lowered yourself down, ignoring the painful ache of your joints as you did so, you were too overtaken by arousal and want to even give a shit about the minor pain you were experiencing, you wanted him so badly. you didn't even know his name. fuck. reaching forward, you let your hands slip through the bars to replace his hand with your own, squeezing him through his jeans; which resulted in a guttural grunt leaving the back of the agents throat as he tilted his head back ever so slightly. 

you no longer wanted to take your time, you were so sick of these games, you wanted him, now. reaching up, you hands gripped his leather belt, wrapping your fingers around the silver buckle and beginning to undo it with little patience. the sound of his belt clinking only made you more excited. it took you little time to reach into his jeans and past his boxers to finally, finally wrap your hands around his thick cock and pull it from his jeans. 

his groans only got louder as you squeezed him lightly. his cock was exactly as you'd imagined it, long and thick, you're mouth was practically watering at the mere sight of it. you let your eyes drift up to meet his own, a grin coming to your face as you began to pump his cock in your hand, eliciting another low groan from him. it made your stomach twist and turn, being able to see how you were making him feel, the way he was reacting to your touch, it only made you want him more and more. 

without hesitation, you gripped his hand with your free hand and brought his hips against the bar, giving you perfect means of accessing his beautiful cock, all yours and ripe for the taking. before he could react to being pulled against the bars, you leaned forward and licked a long, slow stripe up the underside, stroking the tip with your thumb as you did so. you let your tongue delicately trace the veins along his shaft; his grunts and moans were loud and when you looked up, you could see that his eyes were closed and his head had tipped back, one of his hands gripping the bars tightly. his other hand had managed to thread through your hair, his fingers running delicately along your scalp. his relaxed stroking of your hair caused you to shut your eyes softly, letting out small, happy hum as you sucked on the head of his cock, already feeling a few drops of pre cum beginning to leak onto your tongue.

 wasting no more time, you brought your head forward and with little hesitation, took as much of him in your mouth and down your throat as you could muster, willing your throat to relax so as to reduce the gagging he was causing you to experience. your gags seemed to only egg him on, as he began to move his hips forward in an attempt to have more of himself in your mouth, which you happily obliged. his cock felt like heaven in your mouth, you sucked on it like it was the most delicious popsicle you'd tasted in your entire life, letting out happy hums as you bobbed your head slowly up and down. you felt his hand graze your cheek softly, causing you to open your eyes once more and look up at him with what could only be described as puppy dog eyes, you smiled as much as you could with his cock in your mouth, hoping he'd be able to notice. he ran his thumb along your cheek, wiping away the few tears that slid down your cheeks. 

"que chica más buena." he practically purred out, looking down at you with a sense of adoration you hadn't ever seen before, not from your ex, your papa, anybody in your life. the way he called you such a good girl went straight to your core, causing you to whimper and push your thighs together, some pathetic attempt of your own to relieve the ache's you were feeling. 

"you feel so good." he muttered, his breathing heavy and slow. you finally managed to get the entirety of him in your throat, your nose pressing against the curls of dark hair littering his pelvis. you shut your eyes tightly as you did so, trying to hold yourself there for a few moments before breaking away for air. his hand found its way to your cheek once more as you smiled up at him, you must have looked like an absolute mess in that moment, mascara was no doubt running down your eyes, and you were fairly certain you had drool littering your chin. and yet, he didn't seem to care, he still looked down at you with that same adoration "hermosa chica." he complimented, pushing the few strands of hair that had managed to fall across your face out of the way.

 leaning forward again, you took him back into your mouth, bobbing your head at a slightly faster pace; you wanted to make him feel good, in less than ten minutes, he'd made you feel more beautiful than your highschool sweetheart ever had, he made you feel like a goddess, even with drool running down your chin. his groans began to get louder and louder, you could feel him beginning to thrust into your mouth, meeting the bops of your head with near perfect synchronization. his hand on your head quickly gripped a handful of your hair tightly as he let out a few small hisses through his teeth, a few more moans escaping him before he spoke.

 "oh joder, me voy a correr." he was going to cum, he sounded like he could barely even string the sentence together, practically blubbering it out between moans. you pulled away for just a moment, pumping him quickly and harshly as you spoke "cum dentro de mi boca papi." you didn't even realize what you were saying before his head pushed your head back down on his cock, the words had simply slipped out of you. 

it only took a few more seconds for you to feel hot spurts of his cum shooting down your throat as he let out what could only be described as an animalistic growl. his grip on your hair tightened as he pushed your head down further, causing you to shut your eyes tightly and brace your hands on him denim covered thighs, which you dug your nails into in an attempt to combat the grip he had on your hair. for a few seconds, you were content to have him hold your head there, but eventually, your lungs began to burn and you knew you had to breathe. you smacked his thigh repeatedly, telling him that you needed air. 

he let his grip fall lose within seconds, even helping you pull your head back and let his now slowly growing soft cock slip out of your mouth, a few spurts of his white, hot cum landing on your tongue. leaning forward, you braced yourself on the bars of the cell and coughed, trying not to choke on any of the cum that was still lingering in your mouth while also trying to breathe. it took several seconds, but you'd managed to catch your breath and your lungs no longer felt as if they were going to collapse. your shoulders heaved as you breathed heavily, only now looking back up at the still unnamed dea agent who you'd just sucked off. "eras asombrosa hermosa." he said softly. 

you'd barely even noticed that he'd returned to stroking your hair softly through the bars and was now looking down at you with an odd fondness, something you certainly hadn't expected. rather than button his belt back up and return to his desk to leave you alone in this cell like you half expected that he would, he instead returned with a ring of keys, reaching across to unlock the cell door with a loud click, followed by a long creak of the door opening. you stood up on shaky feet, only now could you feel the ache return; you'd been too focused on the pure euphoria that was sucking the man in front of you off that you'd barely been able to notice the pain. "i can't just not return the favor like that." he said, giving you the first genuine smirk of the night. 

the way he looked at you, there was definitely lust, but there was something else that you couldn't quite put your finger on, something in his eyes, something neither of you seemed all that keen to acknowledge. so you wouldn't. "sit on my desk." he instructed, it wasn't an order, there was no aggression this time, just pure need. you did so without any form of hesitation, practically skipping over to said desk and plopping yourself on top of it, leaning back on your arms ever so slightly. as he walked over, you tilted your head to the side and smirked. you let his hands find their way to your knees, which he slowly edged apart until he was able to stand between your legs, looking down at you. then, he kissed you, it was softer than you would have expected, kinder than you would have anticipated. 

 shutting your eyes, you leaned into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck. it didn't take long for his hands to find their way from your hips to the button of your jeans, needily pulling at the button and pulling down the fly. you couldn't hold back the whimper you unleashed onto against his mouth when his thick fingers found their way into your jeans, slowly stroking small circles against your pearl. you pulled away from his kiss and looked into his eyes once more, what began as a game of seeing who could look away first, had now turned into barely being able to pull away from each others eyes, his beautiful brown eyes. you unwrapped your hands from around his shoulders and reached down to the hem of your work shirt, gripping it tightly in order to pull it over your head. 

there wasn't going to be any more teasing, no more games, you needed each other, simple as that. your shirt was thrown to the floor, given little second thought as you reached behind your back to unclip your bra. if it were any other man, you'd be embarrassed that it wasn't one of your nicer ones, but with this man, you really didn't seem to have a care in the world. he seemed just as desperate as you were because he reached forward to pull at the thin straps of said bra and pull it away from your chest. you let out a whimper at the loss of the feeling of his fingers stroking you, but found you were quickly distracted by him dipping his head down to lay soft kisses to the valley between your breasts, kissing a path towards your left nipple while his fingers found your right. he wasted no time taking your left nipple into his mouth, sucking on it fiercely and with such an air of intensity and care all at the same time that you'd never seen before. letting your eyes shut and your head tilt back, you let out small moans and whimpers. your hand found the back of his head, letting your fingers run through his thick and dark hair. 

 he began to give your right nipple an equal amount of attention with his mouth, his other hand quickly returning to your core. no longer wanting to wast any time, you pulled his head from your chest and began to pull at your own jeans, lifting your hips so that he could offer help in pulling them from your body, his grip seeming to find your panties on the way. you were glad, you were fed up with waiting, you just needed him inside you. "please." you whispered out, reaching down to once again pull his now rehardened cock from his jeans, stroking it with your hand for good measure. 

 his hands gripped your hips once more, this time, however, they pulled you forward to meet his own. already feeling his dick against your absolutely soaked pussy was enough to draw another moan out of you and he wasn't even inside you yet. desperate to put a change to that, the agent wasted no time in lining himself up to your entrance, wetting his tip with your slick. "don't be a tease, please, i need you." you breathed out, looking into his eyes once more. the only response he gave you was a quick nod before he was pushing himself inside you with little to no mercy. you let out a loud and practically pornographic moan as he entered you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders once more and burying your head into the crook of his neck. 

 he barely even gave you time to get used to his size before he was pounding into you at an unforgivable pace. his size stretched you so much that you had to squeeze your eyes shut, unsure whether or not the sounds you were making were coming from pleasure, pain, or even both. just like you were, he had his head buried in between where your neck and shoulder met, laying sloppy kisses along your shoulder, neck, and collarbone. all you could hear other than the two of you moaning was the wet slapping sounds of flesh slamming against flesh. you'd managed to wrap your legs around his hips at some point, you were experiencing too much to remember when. "hnngh fuck!" you cursed, digging your nails into his back, thankfully covered by his shirt, otherwise, you were almost certain you would draw blood. 

 "you have any idea how amazing your pussy feels?" he manages to breathe out, continuing to fuck you like there was no tomorrow. you weren't sure if it was because you were already so sensitive, or if he was just that amazing at fucking you, but you could already feel your stomach beginning to tighten. you weren't sure if he'd been fucking you for five minutes or fifteen, but time felt meaningless when you were in a pure euphoria. "ay dios mio, i'm gonna c-" you began, only to be cut off by his lips meeting your own once more. 

once he'd heard that, he began to pound into you even harder and faster if that were even possible, you finally felt yourself tightening around his hard cock. before you knew it, you were letting out a series of choked cries and whimpers, shutting your eyes tightly and leaning your head back, feeling your hair tickle your bare back. his pace refused to die down, even as you slowly began to come down from your high.  

your pussy was now so sensitive that him still fucking you at such an unforgiving pace was causing you to go practically limp in your arms, still letting out several cries and moans. it wasn't long after your own release that you could feel his dick beginning to twitch inside you. "oh fuck. wanna cum inside-" he muttered, not even able to string together a proper sentence. "p-pill." you managed to croak out, hoping he'd get the message and understand that you were giving him the all clear. he seemed to get what you were saying. your confirmation seemed to be what had finally sent him over the edge, before long you could feel him filling you up with his hot seed, letting out a string of curses as he came inside of you. his thrusts began to get sloppier and more random as he came down from his high until he was practically rutting into you. you opened your eyes once more, keeping your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you leaned down to wipe some of the hair that was sticking to his now sweaty forehead, laying a soft kiss on top of his head. 

he leaned back to look down at you, that same look of admiration he'd given you before. he wasn't sure whether or not it was the fact that you were sweating, but in his eyes, you were practically glowing. the both of you sat there, panting and staring into each other's eyes once again; not sure what else to say, you simply let out a small laugh, shutting your eyes as you giggled. it had taken a few more minutes of calming down, followed by another five of cleaning up and getting dressed again before you were back in the main room, sitting across from your unnamed agent. he leaned forward in his seat, holding his hand out to you. 

you looked down at his hand, only to feel a wide smile coming to your lips, there, in his hand, was his open packet of cigarettes. taking one out of the pack, you slipped it between your lips and leaned forward in your own chair, letting him light it for you as you looked across from him. you still seemed to be playing this never ending staring contest that was constantly happening between you two. getting cleaned up up and dressed was an interesting process to say the very least, he’d briefly gone to the bathrooms, only to return with a towel from what you assumed came from the showers which he used to clean up both you and himself with. 

getting dressed was easier for him, seeing as all he’d needed to was button his pants back up. you however had to completely redress yourself, which you had to admit was awkward when a dea agent was watching you do it. by the time you’d finished, you let out an audible yawn, your body was already beginning to ache, this time not from the running, and was sending you all the signs that told yourself you needed to sleep. you really didn’t have any qualms about sleeping in the cell, you were far to tired to care and ended up falling asleep the second your head hit the shitty pillow. 

 morning came quicker than you’d anticipated. especially when you were once again awoken by the sound of clanking on the metal bars. you sat up only to be met with that same southerner that had rudely woken you up the night before. “you’re free to go.” he told you lazily, he’d obviously not been the least bit suspicious of you in the first place and was just grateful you were now out of their hands. “your bags on my desk, sorry if javi was an asshole.” the apology wasn’t genuine, it was just him being polite, you knew that. all you did was give him a sarcastic salute before walking over to said desk and slinging your bag over your shoulder and headed for the exit. as you did, you couldn’t help the smug feeling the overtook you. nobody but you knew what had occurred the night before, and they never would. swinging open the door, you stepped out just as a car was pulling up. the driver had gotten out and paid you little attention, not until you passed each other at least. that was when, out of the corner of your eye, you saw the man you’d now come to know as javi, do a double take and watch you walk down the street, barely even looking in his general direction.

and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it.

[dreamingfanficsmasher]

No 13 from the dialogue prompt with Roger Taylor? Thanks!!!

Dialogue 13: “I’ll cut my hair.”

“I am so right!” You have been having another argument with Roger, about the silliest of things once again.

“Of course, Y/N, you are always right, aren’t you?” He replied rather sarcastically, staring at the television set with a stupid grin on his face.

“Roger, the ABBA song is called Chiquita!” Of course, you were arguing over the song title of a song.

“No way, Y/N! Its Chiquitita. TITA, like tits with an A instead of S.” You laughed at the stupidity of his answer, but you were still not backing down.

“Oh please, ‘Chiquitita tell me what’s wrong’ that sounds silly.”

“You wanna bet?” He laughed now looking at you.

“Fine, if I win you will do the dishes AND the laundry for a month.” He looked a bit shocked about how high you raised the stakes, but then a thought came into his head on what he gets in return.

“Okay, then if you lose, I’ll cut my hair.”

“How is that a loss for me?” You tried to play dumb, secretly trying to get him to change the stakes.

“Because, I know exactly how much you love my long hair, and every time I mention cutting it, you get upset.” He caught you there, you did love his long hair. You loved grabbing onto it while making out or doing ‘other stuff’. And he knows how you secretly have a thing for guys with long hair.

But he wasn’t going to cut his hair. Because there is no way he is right, you will win the bet, then you get clean dishes and laundry for a month. You were sure of it.

“Fine, it’s a deal.” You shook hands.

“Okay then. Now let us see who’s right shall we?” He got up and moved to your shared stack of records, grabbing your ABBA one, he flipped it over to scan the song list at the back.

A huge grin appeared across his face. Oh no. He then looked at you victoriously, “Looks like someone is getting a haircut.”

 1 week later

 You had completely forgotten about your bet from the previous week, as you arrived in your shared flat.

His back was facing you as he sat on the couch, nonchalantly. At first, you thought there was an intruder in the house, but then his pink sparkly converse gave it away that it was, indeed, your boyfriend.

He then turned around, looking at you, eagerly waiting your opinion, “So, I cut my hair.”

“I can see that.” Somehow, he looked even sexier than before. You strided over to him, not breaking eye contact. You then started to comb your fingers through his now much shorter hair, liking how much easier it is to do this now.

“I like it.” You smirked, still combing his hair.

“Oh?” His eyebrows raised, now smirking, “How much?”

“Enough to do this.” And with that you undid his pants and started straddling him.

“I think I should have cut my hair a long time ago.”

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Breakfast (Javier X f!Reader Snippet)

Note: I’ve had this in my wips for ages so I’m lettin’ it go now. Enjoy!

“My shirt looks good on you, Chiquita,” Javier smiles as you approach the quiet little campfire that the two of you had prepared last night in this tiny clearing near the river, tucked away from civilisation. “I should take you out on overnight fishing trips more often.”

“Not that we did much fishin’ last night,” you smirk, joining him by the fire as he cooks the single fish the two of you had caught before your attention had strayed to other things.

The gang hadn’t been eating too well lately anyway – what with all the fleeing and “laying low” they’d been doing – so half a fish each is considered a hearty meal for you these days. Besides, there are two cans of baked beans in your satchel, so you won’t go hungry.

You sit close to him, hugging his arm tightly as he holds the fish over the fire with his other hand. He’s half-naked – dressed only in his pants – and his bare skin gives off a red hot heat that warms you against the fresh morning air. “You okay?” he asks, looking down at you as you innocently nuzzle your face into his shoulder and leave a few small kisses on the skin there.

“Yeah, I’m just kinda tired. We were up until early hours, after all.”

Javier chuckles. “Indeed we were.”

There’s a few moments of quiet between the two of you as he continues to cook; not the uncomfortable kind, but rather the opposite. You sit and listen to the birds chirping in the trees above and enjoy the tranquillity of not having to listen to Uncle’s snoring until noon. You could stay here forever – if the universe would let you – with the hushed sounds of the forest behind you and the sound of running water and the smell of a cooked meal, freshly caught the night before. And of course, the man you… love? Now that, you’re uncertain of. The life of an outlaw tends to be a lonely one and up until now, you’d settled into the idea of living out your days alone. But now, after last night, what does your future look like? You’ve yet to decide.

“Aaand she’s ready,” Javier says, snapping you out of your thoughts and leaning forward to grab a dish for each of you. He places half of the fish onto your dish and hands it to you and you can’t help but notice he’s given you the biggest half – an act of chivalry, you’re sure.

“Thank you,” you smile, leaning in and kissing him on the cheek.

He smiles to himself at the kiss you’ve planted on his skin. “I had a lot of fun last night, y’know?” he states. “I can’t remember the last time I felt so… good.”

“Me neither,” you admit, looking down into your dish with a half smile. “I sure as hell didn’t think that when you said “let’s go fishing” we’d end up fucking in an old worn out tent in the middle of nowhere.”

“Well, I assure you it wasn’t my original intention,” he chuckles, scooping up some of the fish with his fork and shovelling it into his mouth, gulping it down after barely chewing it. “I just thought fishing would be nice,” he elaborates. “We got some pretty scenery, some nice weather, and some time to kill. It was supposed to be some quiet time alone – a chance to bond, I guess.”

“It was nice,” you tell him. “Fishing or not, I enjoyed it.” You watch as a smile of relief creeps across his lips and he lets go of the breath he’d been holding. “Besides, I think we ended up bonding pretty well,” you add, leaning into and giggling a little.

Javier chuckles. “Si, I’d say so too,” he agrees with a nod of his head.

[booasaur]

Top/bottom talk is canceled. Who is the Morrita and who is the Chiquita is the new trend

Lmao, indeed. This is the kind of discussion I can get behind.

[couponmains]

Puerto viejo costa rica beaches

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Visit 3 destinations in one day on this guided tour from San José.

Poas volcano, Coffee plantation tour and La Paz waterfall gardens.

Enjoy included breakfast and lunch, and make stops to see crocodiles. Discover the abundant wildlife on the park’s rainforest trails. Explore the world-famous Manuel Antonio National Park and its beautiful white-sand beaches.

Manuel Antonio National Park combo tour from San Jose.

Explore a beautiful natural paradise, tour the famous Tortuguero Canal and see diverse flora and fauna during this 3 day tour. Visit one of the most important destinations in Costa Rica on a guided tour.

3-Day Tortuguero National Park Excursion from San Jose.

Admire the biodiversity of the Tortuguero Canals, hike across Cahuita and enjoy Puerto Limon’s city highlights. Explore Costa Rica’s Caribbean side with this wildlife-rich shore excursion to Cahuita National Park.

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You can reserve now and pay later, with cancellation up to 24 hours in advance to receive a full refund. Choose your favorite tours here and secure your booking! All of these tours include air conditioned transport with hotel pick up and drop off, certified guides and sometimes also lunch and the entrance fees. So don’t wait with booking until you get to Costa Rica. Because of Costa Rica’s popularity it is highly recommended to book your tours in advance as it is likely that tours sell out. During most of these tours you will combine a few locations on one day so you can see the diversity that Costa Rica has to offer. It’s like a microcosm of Costa Rica itself, and is indeed a point of convergence for the many cultures as well as different types of flora and fauna found all across the country.If you want to explore the best of Costa Rica, then it is highly recommended to book a tour. So be it for surfing, backpacking, culture crashing, or just nature touring, Puerto Viejo is the place to be. You can also opt to get a bus from Caribe Station to Limon, and from there to Puerto Viejo, as many locals choose to do. Be extra careful to get on a bus labeled Puerto Viejo de Talamanca, not de Sarapiqui, lest you be whisked to a different part of the country. The most typical route is via a four hour bus ride from San Jose’s Caribe Station. You can even walk south from Cahuita along the beach and enjoy the sights while on your way. Only 11 miles or 18 kilometers from Cahuita, a bus ride through Highway 36 can easily get you there. For a more adrenaline-rushing activity, you can go for river rafting classes. You can even rent a bike and see all the sights at your own pace. Touring Puerto Viejo de Talamanca can bring you through the Indian Reserve, Iguana Reserve, and even the Refugio de gandoca de Manzanillo – the most exotic area along the coast of the south Caribbean and a natural adventure not to be missed. But since the area is a meeting point of varied cultures as well as wildlife, tours can also be great adventures in Puerto Viejo. The beaches at Playa Cocles, Punta Uva, and Playa Chiquita are all-around blockbusters. Puerto Viejo’s white-sand beaches are exotic paradise to tourists, and the waves that break onto the coast are ideal for surfing. It’s perfect for laying back and enjoying the sights, sounds, and tastes of Costa Rica. A history of mixed cultures and belated introduction to modern conveniences makes Puerto Viejo the mixture of modern beach town and isolated indigenous habitat that it is. Native American traditions are also deeply rooted in the area, as indigenous populations and reserves are scattered everywhere. The mix of Afro-Caribbean, tico and hippyesque counterculture, and Bribri Indian culture is an experience of its own. Puerto Viejo is not just a beautiful place with white-sand beaches and exotic flora and fauna, it is also a melting point of several Costa Rican cultural influences.

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The area is undoubtedly perfect for surfing and adventure, plus two wondrous National Parks are nearby – Cahuita and Manzanillo. Puerto Viejo de Talamanca is fast becoming more than a tourist spot, but a place for foreigners to buy and build. Surfers and backpackers all know Puerto Viejo, a small coastal town in the province of Limon, in Caribbean Costa Rica.

[thethirdencore]

Eagles and Jimmy Buffett in Minneapolis, June 30, 2018

Here's my complete review of the Eagles concert at Target Field in Minneapolis, MN.

Now that I've gotten my thoughts together about Saturday's Eagles concert in Minneapolis, it's time to post about it!

First off, I want to mention that the venue of Target Field was... hectic, to say the least. There was seemingly one entrance to the whole stadium where everyone had to file through and go through bag checks and metal detectors. Apparently there were over 42,000 people at the show, so you can imagine the pace of just getting through the line to go in!

It was incredibly hot, surprisingly, for a Minnesotan summer day. Jimmy Buffett even called it "tropical." It would have been considered uncomfortable and almost unbearable if the anticipation of seeing the Eagles play hadn't set in. But, Jimmy Buffett came first as an opening act, and thankfully arrived promptly to the stage right at 7.

I'm no "Parrothead," but I found Jimmy and his Coral Reefer Band's set to be enjoyable. He played all of his recognizable hits, like "Cheeseburger in Paradise," "Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes," "Come Monday," and "Margaritaville." He also played "Knee Deep" and "It's Five O'Clock Somewhere," songs that were originally recorded with Zac Brown and Alan Jackson, respectively. I was also impressed with his cover of Crosby Stills and Nash's "Southern Cross," a crowd-pleaser that brought everyone together to sing along to the chorus, as well as Van Morrison's "Brown Eyed Girl." He also included the live rarity "Gypsies in the Palace," which he attributed beforehand as a co-write with his late friend and former neighbor, Glenn Frey.

Walking around the stadium and seeing the droves of fans, I found it striking that so many of them had on Margaritaville t-shirts and parrot hats. One guy seated in my section was swinging his hips to "Fins" wearing a belly-baring tube top, a skirt, and a hat piled high with an assortment of fruits. He looked like the mascot for Chiquita bananas!

After reading the review of the show in the Pioneer Press, I was surprised that the reviewer called Jimmy's music "terrible." Are his lyrics filled with deep meaning? For the most part, no. But his music is something enjoyable that you can get up and sing along to. It's also the first show I've seen where the crowd bops beach balls back and forth throughout the whole stadium. Something about that was oddly appealing to me, even though I got hit in the face with an errant ball not just once, but twice. 😂 His set just gave off a chill, easygoing vibe that I think set up the Eagles show pretty well. And I'm sure Jimmy doesn't care one bit that the Pioneer Press called his music terrible... I'm sure he's laughing all the way to the bank, considering he's got a successful Broadway musical to his name, as well as Margaritaville retirement communities and his own Land Shark Lager beer.

FUN FACT: According to the Wikipedia article on "Parrotheads," Timothy B. Schmit was the one to coin the term during his tenure with the Coral Reefer Band.

Now, onto the Eagles set. They opened the show promptly at 9 PM with "Seven Bridges Road," which I thought was a great song for an opener; it was a song that I thought should have been in the set list for the History of the Eagles tour. The three remaining Eagles' voices meshed with new voices Vince Gill and Deacon Frey perfectly, and it shows that they've really been working at perfecting the harmonies in this new phase of the band. The second song was "Take It Easy," which introduced Deacon Frey on lead vocals. Later when Don introduced Deacon to the crowd, he said, "We are particularly delighted, our hearts are full, and we are grateful to have Glenn's son Deacon up here with us." The crowd erupted into applause as Deacon emerged into the spotlight to soak it all in for a few seconds, wearing a Minnesota Twins jersey with "Frey" emblazoned on the back. As the applause died down, Deacon thanked the crowd and went on to say that he had spent some time in Minnesota before, saying, "My dad used to take me fishing in Brainerd." Some can recall that Glenn played a concert with Deacon in Brainerd in 2008 at the Manhattan Beach Lodge. It was probably one of the first, if not the first time that Deacon took the stage with his dad publicly. Fast forward ten years, and that young man's playing in front of 42,000 people at Target Field! I'm sure Glenn would be so proud of how cool, calm, and collected Deacon is onstage! He delivered solid performances on "Already Gone" and "Peaceful Easy Feeling," and I honestly believe that he's perfectly capable of handling more of Glenn's songs in concert.

The third song was "One of These Nights," and I was honestly in awe that Don Henley could still hit those high notes almost spot-on, after all these years! Next up was "Take It To The Limit," which introduced Vince Gill on lead vocals, and, in my opinion, it was perfection. He seemed to hit all the high notes just right, and I would venture to say that it's the best I've seen the song performed since Randy Meisner sang lead vocals on it in the 70s.

Can we just talk about how great Vince Gill is for a second? Not only does the guy have the voice of an angel (seriously, look up his solo work if you aren't familiar with it), but he can keep up and hold his own playing guitar licks, too! I'm thrilled that he's playing with the Eagles now, because I've been a fan of his for a long time. His backing vocals add something special to the mix, too, especially on songs like "I Can't Tell You Why," where he's singing harmony to Timothy's lead vocals. Vince recorded his own version of "I Can't Tell You Why" for the Common Thread album of Eagles covers, and that's a great listen, too!

Some reviewers have said that Timothy's voice sounds "rougher" than it used to, but in my opinion, it still sounds really good. As I said before, Vince and Timothy's voices compliment each other well, and Timothy gave great performances of "I Can't Tell You Why" and "Love Will Keep Us Alive."

I was pleasantly surprised to hear a track from Long Road Out of Eden played at this show, with Deacon and Don trading lead vocal duties on "How Long." I actually captured a video of the full song, so I'll post that soon. It also shocked me that Don didn't sing as many songs as he used to during this tour, but instead chose to stay in the background, playing drums. I suppose this is all by design, to get the audience acquainted to the new faces in the band, but I still missed hearing him sing songs like "The Long Run" and "Victim of Love." Still, his live renditions of "Witchy Woman," "Life in the Fast Lane," and "Those Shoes" can't be beat!

Another welcomed surprise was the addition of a Vince Gill solo song to the mix, "Don't Let Our Love Start Slippin' Away." Vince traded a few guitar licks with Joe Walsh and Steuart Smith, and the audience ate it up. I heard a guy in the stands behind me yell, "Atta boy, Vince!" Atta boy, indeed.

Speaking of guitar riffs, I should mention that this latest incarnation of the band has not just one or two, but THREE skilled guitar players between Joe, Vince, and Steuart. I have no other words to describe Joe's playing on Saturday except that he kicked ass! In my opinion, he's got to be one of the greatest guitar players of all time, and it still shows to this day when he just blows everyone away with his guitar licks. From "Funk #49" to "Rocky Mountain Way," Joe had the audience up and energized!

Just to mention a few random tidbits:

•Don began the show by saying, "We are gonna play about two and a half hours of music for you... because we can!" 👏 👏 👏 I was so relieved to hear that the Eagles are still a band that plays 25 awesome songs every night!

•The horn section is back in action! They played a big part in the performance of "Funk #49" and the instrumental horn introduction to "Hotel California."

•Since I mentioned "Hotel California," I'll mention that NOTHING beats the sound of 42,000 people singing right along with Don, and the rhythm of that fantastic guitar duel between Joe and Steuart... absolutely nothing!

•The screen graphics for this tour are pretty cool. Songs that had graphics that stood out to me were "Witchy Woman" and "Hotel California." Both gave off a creepy-in-a-good-way vibe, with "Witchy Woman" panning past scraggly-looking trees and barbed wire fences in a night lit by a full moon, and "Hotel California" passing through the empty, tiled corridors of the mysterious hotel. My description doesn't do it justice... just go see a show to see it in person!

•A photo of Glenn was projected on the screen at the end of "Peaceful Easy Feeling," and I came close to crying. Not out of sadness, totally, but for the fact that Deacon was up on stage, doing such a great job of keeping his dad's legacy alive.

•The main difference I noticed between this show and the one I had seen when Glenn was alive was how much I missed Glenn's jokes. Now the joking is almost solely Joe's thing, and I miss hearing, "This was written for my first wife, Plaintiff," before "Lyin' Eyes," among other things.

•I also miss Glenn's band intros. We all know that Glenn was an illustrious master of ceremonies at Eagles shows, and he always took the time to introduce each and every member of the band, along with where they were from.

All things considered, the Eagles still know how to put on a good show, even without Glenn. Moving forward with Deacon and Vince singing Glenn's songs is keeping his legacy alive for future generations of Eagles fans. And while things will never be quite the same without Glenn, I'm sure glad that these guys chose to continue playing together, "because (they) can," and I can't wait to attend another show!

[abigailskoda]

7 Things to Do and Learn on Your Palm Springs Vacation

1 Hike the canyons of Palm Springs  188xoso Palm Springs is a hiker's paradise, which is clear by way of the many trekking trails mapped out in and round its numerous scenic canyons and gorges. Here the variety of flora and fauna is as contrasting because the breathtaking landscape. From catching a glimpse of the uncommon and endangered Bighorn Sheep to watching the smart antics of the smallest desert creatures, the canyons of Palm Springs are a should see for any tourist to the place.

Chiquita Canyon is located at the Agra Clientele Reservation and is one of the most lovely wilderness sights to be discovered in Palm Springs. Boasting of a surprising 60-foot waterfall, rock artwork, historic irrigation systems, abundant local natural world and flora, a hike thru this specific and diverse canyon will now not be forgotten any time quickly. Palm Canyon capabilities fifteen miles of mapped trails that gives hikers an intimate glimpse of the area's indigenous flora and fauna located against a contrasting, rugged panorama of rocky red and gold gorges and the barren desolate tract lands within the distance. Here you could hike, discover, picnic and horseback experience against the breathtaking canyon backdrop.

2 Tour the oases of Palm Springs

A beautiful assessment to the barren barren region landscape are the numerous lush oases of Palm Springs. Consisting especially of tall Fan Palms, the oases offer more than simply respite from the extreme wilderness temperatures, which descend upon the vicinity each day. The oases of Palm Springs are intricate ecosystems boasting of severa one-of-a-kind varieties of plant and animal existence together with snakes, rodents, lizards and spiders.

Thousand Palms Oasis is located on the Coachella Valley Preserve and straddles the San Andreas Fault line. Consisting of emerald inexperienced undergrowth, hovering Fan Palms and the endangered Valley Fringe-toed Lizard, the Thousand Palms Oasis is the precise region to begin your tour of the Oases of Palm Springs. The Oasis of Mara, previously known as Twentynine Palms Oasis, is placed within the Joshua Tree National Park. Once respected as an "Oasis of Fertility" by means of the natives, this oasis is indeed a fertile floor for lots kinds of flowers, fauna and wildlife.

Three Entertain your whole own family in Palm Springs

What as soon as has been known as a Mecca for the retired, the wealthy and golf lovers, Palm Springs is beginning to reveal its inner child. From museums and amusement parks to miniature golf and arcades, there may be no cease to the family-friendly points of interest to be determined in Palm Springs.

Located on East Palm Canyon, Camelot Park boasts of activities and entertainment to keep the whole family occupied for hours. At the center of this whimsical enchantment is a fantastical citadel surrounded by means of video video games, miniature golf, go-carts, bumper boats and plenty, much more. The Living Desert Wildlife and Botanical Park is positioned on Portola Avenue, and is full of notable flora and fauna and creatures as a way to be sure to amuse the adults and youngsters alike. Featuring species such as coyotes, the endangered bighorn sheep, cheetahs and meerkats, the Living Desert is a should-see attraction within the Palm Springs place. The park also boats of a discovery middle wherein children can watch demonstrations and feature arms-on interactions with small creatures which include snakes, turtles and tarantulas.

4 Tour Palm Springs by using motorcycle

There isn't any higher manner to get up close and private with an uncommon destination like Palm Springs than by leisurely on foot through the various lush oases and barren landscapes traditional of this desert paradise. But hoofing it thru the miles and miles of wilderness sights in and round Palm Springs can take a extremely good deal of time and energy. That is why it has come to be very famous to excursion Palm Springs with the aid of motorcycle, and there are numerous mapped bike excursions and courses committed to this popular activity.

One of the maximum popular motorcycle excursion businesses in Palm Springs is Big Wheel Bike Tours. They provide several exclusive courses which variety in difficulty from beginner to Advanced and might vary in duration from multiple hours to a complete day. Many of the courses meander through breathtaking landscapes and famous traveller attractions.

Five Palm Springs Casinos

Boasting a handful of casinos all presenting low and high-stakes gambling, fine dining and other pricey sights, Palm Springs is ready to attend to all of your gambling wants and needs. In reality, the simplest trouble that you may discover in terms of Palm Springs casinos is figuring out precisely in which on line casino you need to vicinity your bets.

No matter what your gaming choice or budget, there may be a gaming facility in Palm Springs to fulfill your every need. From excessive-stakes Poker and slot machines to Bingo and Blackjack among others, you will locate lots to preserve your gambling hand occupied during your live in Palm Springs. Some of the various casinos in the area include the Palm Springs Spa Resort Casino, the Agua Caliente Casino, the Fantasy Springs Casino and the Trump 29 Spotlight Casino.

6 The Native Americans of Palm Springs

Palm Springs is a desolate tract paradise with glowing waters, tree-lined canyons and effervescent hot springs. This wealthy, barren region oasis has been the site of civilization for heaps of years starting with the native inhabitants of the Agua Caliente Band of Cahuilla Indians. For centuries, this band of Native Americans lived off of the bounty available on this particular wilderness, surroundings.

The place changed into best for habitation, and the Agua Caliente took advantage of the assets within the vicinity and survived by means of dwelling off of the land. They used multitudes of desert vegetation for meals, clothes, medication and hunted recreation inclusive of deer, bighorn sheep, rabbits and other small animals. They extensively utilized an tricky irrigation gadget to aid in the manufacturing of vegetation that have been delivered by means of the Spanish which includes corn, squash, beans and melons.

Sadly, in 1862 a small pox epidemic introduced about via the influx of whites into the region almost completely worn out the Agua Caliente altogether. In 1925, simplest 50 Agua Caliente remained. Today, there are 240. They nonetheless maintain most people of the land within the Palm Springs place and run a success casinos and different traveller points of interest in the location.

7 How Palm Springs turned into named

The first non-Native American to settle inside the Palm Springs location become Judge John Guthrie McCallum. Arriving in Palm Springs in 1884 from San Francisco with circle of relatives in tow, McCallum labored along the Native Americans to construct a 19 mile stone-lined ditch from the Whitewater River Springs to irrigate the dryer parts of the place.

Continuing at some stage in the 19th century, numerous explorers, colonizers and soldiers came via the barren region and remarked on the luxurious oasis to be determined inside the Coachella Valley, but no formal name were given to the website. Often known as Palm Springs, Agua Caliente or Palm Valley, it wasn't until 1890 when Harry McCallum wrote his deal with as Palm Springs that the region came to be regarded under the ones terms.