#benito button

[voltageapps]

Be My Princess: PARTY 10th Anniversary Project Part 2

They introduced three new characters in the app.

Harold

Age: 28

Height: 180cm

Weight: 69kg

Hobby/Skills: Chess, Hunting

Ernest

Age: 24

Height: 180cm

Weight: 64kg

Hobby/Skills: Drawing

Benito

Age: 27

Height: 185cm

Weight: 66kg

Hobby/Skills: Reading, Traveling

Stay tuned for more information!

[prismartist]

carol, benito, and lucie's button trip: get sidetracked by meeting room argument, find emi, argue some more, get caught by monster, carol nearly sacrifices emi, lucie sacrifices herself to save emi despite really not wanting to die, lucie dies a slow and torturous death, group suffers first loss, shock and more arguing, heavy stuff

diego, jeffrey, and luis' button trip: go down the pleasant elevator :D do first aid :D go into button room :D press button!! :D

[ferretteeth]

guys I cannot help but feel some of you are a little too liberal with the "mark as anti trans" button when it comes to Shinigami Eyes

I know where you're coming from. But was Benito Mussolini really a terf. are trans people at risk of interacting with Benito Mussolini

[aliscntcrres]

task 01 ; the news

How does your character react to learning of Richard's passing?

Though fall was in full force in New York, Alison's hair stuck to the back of her neck as she jogged home in the brisk morning air. She'd worked in offices long enough to know the Fridays were simply a show and mostly socialisation. Sometimes she indulged in them, socialised with her coworkers, went out for drinks over lunch, engaged with retellings of whatever was going on with their lives. But other times she didn't bother. Today, perhaps by morbid chance, she didn't bother. She walked Benito for the five minutes he would walk before she had to pick him up and return home. She fed him, and then she left again. This time with more of a pace, running the same route she did every day. Weaving through familiar Upper East streets and Central Parks walkways, adjusting route slightly every time she saw a crowd of tourists. Or any other kind of insufferable crowd.

Offering the receptionist a nod in greeting as she entered, she expected that would be the extent of her interactions with the staff of the building that morning. But then " Oh, Miss Torres, " just before she reached the elevator, turning back to face receptionist again. Easy features though a clear expectance as they ruffled with papers for a second before they held out a letter over the counter for Alison to take. " This arrived for you while you were out. "

She paused as she turned the letter over in her hand briefly. She knew the handwriting, of course she did, she almost recognised the stationary, but a letter? Mrs Tristan was old fashioned but this seemed a little dramatic. Confusion flushed from her face briefly as she thanked the receptionist with a nod and a small smile, eyes returning to the letter as she walked towards the elevator. She reached out for the button absently before she used her nail to slide the envelope open. Pulling single paper out as she stepped inside.

Alison had never been good at expressing emotion, or even understanding her own in most cases. She read the letter once, brows furrowed and feeling a tightness start in her forehead and spread all across her body. She read it again. Suddenly the sweat on the back of her neck felt icy cold. She read it again. She could feel the weight of sports bra digging into her shoulders, the dull pain of her tired body, the discomfort of tight runners. If she had to pick a feeling, point one out on a chart, it would be anger. She'd struggle to find the words to justify it, or explain where it came from, but it's what bubbled immediately. Was Mrs Tristan allergic to a phone call? Why a fucking letter? What the fuck was the casual meets ridiculously formal notion of a goddamned letter? The elevator opened.

For a moment she froze there. Hearing the tapping of Benito's nails against the floor and watching the doors start to close again before she moved. A hand reaching out to stop the door and push past it, the letter part crumpling in her grip against the metal door. Fuck. Keep moving, she had to remind herself. Moving as if the gears in her body, constantly running, had stopped suddenly, maybe for the first time in 35 years, and now she had to try and get the momentum going again. Richard was dead. Mrs Tristan had sent her, and presumably the others, a letter informing them. He had left his estate to them. The funeral was in two days. Fuck.

The tacking of small chihuahua nails against floorboards stopped and Alison was greeted with a small, expectant bark. A confident sound from an equally confident creature. It didn't surprise her that his demand for attention was powerful enough to put her back on her tracks. " Hey Benny, " She greeted fondly, though her tone somewhat solemn. Moving past him as she reached for her phone, starting all the calls that had to be made right now.

UNNARRATED; Alison organised her time off from work with absolutely no issue, and also asked her coworkers/friends in legal to connect her with any good estate lawyers they might know. You know, just in case she needs one. She showered, packed her things, and left her apartment within the following hour. I don't know if any other wards live in NYC at the moment, but if they do then Alison definitely called them, refused to talk about the situation beyond the bare surface, and harassed them into either accepting a lift from her or making sure they had their own organised before Saturday night. If they're gonna ride with Alison (and Benito <3) she's leaving the city before 1pm at the absolute latest because fuck traffic on a Friday !!!

[longlistshort]

The images above are from Annette Kelm’s photography exhibition Present Past Perfect at Andrew Kreps Gallery.

From the press release-

In her work, Kelm moves freely between studio, and documentary photography to explore the function and history of objects, as well as the implications of their representation. A series of new photographs document ephemeral still lives built in her studio, combining colored paper and cardstock backdrops, with vegetation and found objects. Ultimately, these contemporary Vanitas-like compositions are left open-ended, as Kelm discloses their constructed nature, as seen in works like Sumach / Essigbaum, 2023, where the edge of a table and curve of the backdrop suggest the provisional process of the works’ making. Through this strategy, Kelm explores the implications of the framing and display of objects, as well as the value systems in which they exist. A new series of photographs documenting vintage button pins continue Kelm’s ongoing exploration into the graphic manifestations of protest. Adorned with slogans such as “Keep Abortion Legal” and “If his home is his castle, let him clean it”, each button pin is affixed to a uniformly cropped jean jacket. Sharing an overhead view, and a serial format, the varying placement of each button suggests the individuality of an imagined wearer, culminating in a crowded, all-over composition. Kelm’s interest in the socio-cultural history of objects is evoked in her 2019 series Recyclingpark Neckartal, presented here for the first time in the United States. The series documents 14 travertine columns originally commissioned by the National Socialists from Lauster quarry in Stuttgart in the 1930s, as part of an unrealized monument to Benito Mussolin planned for “Germania”, the planned reconstruction of Berlin overseen by Albert Speer. Kelm captures these in multiple angles in their current location, a recycling center. Seen through trees and brush, the columns stand overshadowed by a towering waste incinerator, surrounded by parked cars and traces of activity. Together, these views suggest the often uneasy approach society takes to addressing its dark past.

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 11.18 (after 1940)

1940 – World War II: German leader Adolf Hitler and Italian Foreign Minister Galeazzo Ciano meet to discuss Benito Mussolini's disastrous Italian invasion of Greece. 1943 – World War II: Battle of Berlin: Four hundred and forty Royal Air Force planes bomb Berlin causing only light damage and killing 131. The RAF loses nine aircraft and 53 air crew. 1944 – The Popular Socialist Youth is founded in Cuba. 1947 – The Ballantyne's Department Store fire in Christchurch, New Zealand, kills 41; it is the worst fire disaster in the history of New Zealand. 1949 – The Iva Valley Shooting occurs after the coal miners of Enugu in Nigeria go on strike over withheld wages; 21 miners are shot dead and 51 are wounded by police under the supervision of the British colonial administration of Nigeria. 1961 – United States President John F. Kennedy sends 18,000 military advisors to South Vietnam. 1963 – The first push-button telephone goes into service. 1970 – U.S. President Richard Nixon asks the U.S. Congress for $155 million in supplemental aid for the Cambodian government. 1971 – Oman declares its independence from the United Kingdom. 1978 – The McDonnell Douglas F/A-18 Hornet makes its first flight, at the Naval Air Test Center in Maryland, United States. 1978 – In Jonestown, Guyana, Jim Jones leads his Peoples Temple to a mass murder–suicide that claimed 918 lives in all, 909 of them in Jonestown itself, including over 270 children. 1983 – Aeroflot Flight 6833 is hijacked en route from Tbilisi to Leningrad. After returning to Tbilisi, the aircraft is subsequentially raided on the ground, resulting in seven deaths. 1985 – The first comic of Calvin and Hobbes is published in ten newspapers. 1987 – King's Cross fire: In London, 31 people die in a fire at the city's busiest underground station, King's Cross St Pancras. 1991 – Shiite Muslim kidnappers in Lebanon release Anglican Church envoys Terry Waite and Thomas Sutherland. 1991 – After an 87-day siege, the Croatian city of Vukovar capitulates to the besieging Yugoslav People's Army and allied Serb paramilitary forces. 1991 – The autonomous Croatian Community of Herzeg-Bosnia, which would in 1993 become a republic, was established in Bosnia and Herzegovina. 1993 – In the United States, the North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA) is approved by the House of Representatives. 1993 – In South Africa, 21 political parties approve a new constitution, expanding voting rights and ending white minority rule. 1996 – A fire occurs on a train traveling through the Channel Tunnel from France to England causing several injuries and damaging approximately 500 metres (1,600 ft) of tunnel. 1999 – At Texas A&M University, the Aggie Bonfire collapses killing 12 students and injuring 27 others. 2002 – Iraq disarmament crisis: United Nations weapons inspectors led by Hans Blix arrive in Iraq. 2003 – The Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court rules 4–3 in Goodridge v. Department of Public Health that the state's ban on same-sex marriage is unconstitutional and gives the state legislature 180 days to change the law making Massachusetts the first state in the United States to grant marriage rights to same-sex couples. 2012 – Pope Tawadros II of Alexandria becomes the 118th Pope of the Coptic Orthodox Church of Alexandria. 2013 – NASA launches the MAVEN probe to Mars. 2020 – The Utah monolith, built sometime in 2016 is discovered by state biologists of the Utah Division of Wildlife Resources.

[dobroyeutro]

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[radicalrascals]

"Oh, I do hope you'll honestly try, Benito. I take great pleasure in watching you fail. " The hunter's threat was met with a similarly threatening statement, voice cold and sharp. No doubt Valentine had found more than a toy, a pet if you so will, in Ben. He had an enemy. And it made everything just that tad bit more interesting.

On his way to the door, Valentine stopped briefly to reposition the key on the floor with the tip of his brogue so it was accurately at equal distance from both his prisoners. Then he left without another word, closing the door behind him.

"You should really take off these wet clothes," Rafael advised once more. He had finally gotten rid off his now torn button down that he diligently wrapped around his wallet for added weight so he could toss it across the room to Ben. "Thank you. For trying to argue Nico out of coming here. Unfortunately he's a stubborn idiot."

The fact that Valentine seemed caught off guard by the blow was something. There was very little that a human like Ben could do to harm a vampire, not without the proper weapons, but getting one up on the monster who caused them all so much pain was enough to make him feel a small amount of relief. He could already feel himself shivering, and he watched as Valentine got back up and approached, grunting as he felt the punch to his shoulder, the strength of the vampire causing him to feel the pain shockwave through his torso.

He heard the key dropping toe the ground, glancing towards it and up to Valentine. He had learned the difficult way that things were never that easy with this man, and so he did not attempt to reach for the key, instead glaring up at their captor.

"No te saldrás con la tuya... I'll fucking kill you."

[kiyoors]

shoyo hinata would go to antros w you and dance to bad bunny

[mendesblurb]

I dare you to write your best attempt (blurb or imagine) about a sexy elevator scene between Shawn x reader 😈🔥

There’s Nothing Holding Me Back

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Word Count: ~455

Warning ⚠️: light smut,maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.

A/N: Happy Halloween! And yes the picture is kinda blurry but hey he looks hot 🥵

You and Shawn can barely keep your hands off each other as you slip away from the halloween party into the elevator and head straight to your shared home. You could say that your desire grows more and more intensely as you watch him dance with that sexy costume.

Every time you reach out to touch him, you can feel your desire for him amplifies. He was pushing you up against the elevator wall. Without letting go of your hands, he yanks them above your head and pins you in place.

His head dips to the side of your neck; his breath feels hot on your skin, and his teeth graze softly, marking your beating pulse, “God, you taste so good,” He mumbles; lips waste no time meeting yours, kissing you long and deep.

You arch into it, into the kiss, into him as he transfers his grip on your wrists to leave one hand free as his fingers begin to trail along your shoulder, “And you feel even better,” He dips his mouth to yours and claims it again.

The elevator surges as you approach his floor, but neither of you seems to care, or you can barely hear it over your pulse-pounding, and the hot feeling of his mouth is burning and demanding that you can’t do anything but let him in. Impulsively, you stretch out your leg behind him, pressing the elevator stop button with the toe of your high heel, resulting in the elevator coming to a sudden halt and the emergency lights flicker on.

“God, I want you so bad,” Shawn mumbles as he removes his hand from your wrists while carefully steadying you against the cold metal wall.

“I want you too.”

You capture his lips with yours, meeting for a fierce kiss. You kiss down his jawline to his neck while intercepting gentle bites with sucks on the sensitive skin.

“Y/nn,” He groans as you reach for his waistband and pull his buttons free before snaking your hands to the bare skin of his abs. You move ever so slowly, stroking the hard lines of his muscles, memorizing how his breath hitches under your touch.

His reaction soon grows as you stroke deeper, longer over his stomach, chest, and back. You relish the feeling of delight as he was already at your mercy even when you haven’t touched him where he wanted you most.

You start to reach for his pants when suddenly, “Hello? We see your elevator has stopped. Is everything okay?”

You both snap out of your lust-fueled machinations, sharing a guilty look before Shawn moves to press the intercom button, “Everything is fine here. Sorry, we just accidentally hit the wrong button.”

And just like that, The operator presses the elevator button again, and it starts moving.

“Whoops,” You shrugged innocently, “My bad.”

“Y/n Y/l/n, you’re trouble.”

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Story Code: 31102239

[dontworrysunflower]

chapter one; no fucking way

summary— a day with ximena maldonado, just after she finds out who her costar will be

a/n— nothing special, just a little introductory chapter for ximena . lmk what you think i’m really nervous

word count— 2.9k

warnings— strong language, some Spanish so get your translators

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Note this, Ximena Maldonado was not a morning person, and if you were, she thought you were a psychopath. No one should be up before eight in the morning, she thought. 

So why was her manager calling at 6:21 in the morning?

On a Saturday. 

Before she can even take a breath of relief and roll around to a comfortable position, it starts up again. 

Before she can even take a breath of relief and roll around to a comfortable position, it starts up again. 

Before she can even take a breath of relief and roll around to a comfortable position, it starts up again. 

She says a couple of curses in spanish as she shifts into a seated position on her bed, her head leaning against the bed frame as she feels around for her dancing phone. 

She mindlessly presses the receive button and holds her device to her ear. “Do you know what time it is?” Is the first thing she utters that day, her voice deep and scratchy from not using it. She closes her eyes again as she waits for whoever was on the other end to speak.  

“It’s important.” The thick New York accent is none other than Gloria, her manager. 

“Nothing is more important than sleep, nothing.” Ximena whines as she grabs the duvet and brings it up to her chest to shield her from the cold. 

“You’ll like this, I promise.” There’s shuffling on her end. “Remember that movie you were cast in last week, the book one?”

Ximena dryly chuckles. “The Spanish one, yeah?”

“They finally cast the male lead.”

Ximena waits. That's it? That’s why she called?

Her face scrunches up in confusion and annoyance. “And?” 

‘You’ll never guess who it is.”

“Yeah because I won’t be guessing.”

“Just guess.” Gloria pushes.

“You know I hate guessing. Just tell me.”

“Harry Styles” 

That wakes her up.

She’s gobsmacked. Her eyes no longer hold any fatigue, just shock. Her limbs are on fire and not because they’re falling asleep. Her chest doesn’t hold that delicious emptiness before going to bed, but it’s weighing her down and it burns. 

“Cállate la boca.”

“I don’t know what that means but yay!” Gloria cheers on her end, too loud in Ximena’s ear and at this time in the morning. 

“I’m kissing Harry Styles.” Ximena mumbles.

“Bitch, you’re having fake sex with Harry Styles. It’s your dream come true.” 

Ximena comes back to reality. “Shut up, Gloria.” Her eyes screw shut and she covers her face with the hand not holding her phone.

It’s still too early for this.

Gloria goes on about Ximena’s schedule for the next couple of days, ignoring the fact that the actress has not said another word. 

“Ciao!” Gloria departs lively before the rhythmic beep of the line dropping brings Ximena to life.

Her arm falls beside her, her phone barely in her grasp as she soaks in the new information. 

She’s openly talked about him in interviews, has turned into a giggling mess on camera whenever he’s mentioned and goes on about him. 

And now she’s working with him. 

She turns her head towards the light scratching sounds coming from the other side of her closed door, her puppy, Benito, trying to catch her attention.

She takes her time breathing in, letting the cool air of her room fill her lungs before exhaling. 

She’s wide awake now, might as well start the day. 

She pulls her comfy duvet–so comfy that she almost stays in bed–off her body, her manicured nails pulling at the big t-shirt to fit over her torso and rest just above her knees. Where she got the shirt? She’ll never know. 

She runs a hand through her hair, pulling at the knots and rogue strands to sit presentably on her head (she hoped).

She opens her bedroom door to a hyper chocolate brown labrador puppy, pink tongue sticking out as he jumps at her leg, his tail wagging back and forth. 

“Buenos días, chiquito. Tienes hambre?” Ximena looked down at her dog as she walked into her kitchen, taking the large bag of dog food out of her pantry. 

As he’s busy eating his breakfast, Ximena goes back to her room to slip on some loose athletic shorts before heading to her bathroom. 

She cringes at her appearance, her hair was most definitely not tamed, and you could see the exhaustion in her eyes from a mile away. She quickly pulls her hair into a bun on top of her hair and washing her face with water, lightly dabbing the droplets away with a towel as Benito comes waltzing in. 

She wordlessly walks out and back to the main area of her apartment, grabbing Benito’s leash off of the rack by her door. He jumps excitedly, small barks coming from him as she attached the leash to his collar. She slips on some old sandals and grabs a mask from the small table beside her door before unlocking it, letting her puppy lead the way. 

The sun wasn’t even out yet, that’s how early it was. 

She opens the door to the little dog park her apartment complex had, the untimely morning air immediately making goosebumps rise on her skin. She blinked tiredly as she pushed the gate into the fake greenery, leaning down to unlatch Benito to let him roam around and let him do his thing. 

They head back to her apartment after he’s done and Ximena finally makes herself something to eat with some coffee. She sits on her bent legs on her couch, a bowl of oatmeal in her hand and her steaming mug of coffee sitting on the table in front of her, the TV on the wall facing her playing a random episode of Full House. Benito is snuggled in her side, his little body going up and down in even shallow breaths.

She’s scraping at her bowl when her phone rings on the high table behind her. 

Mami

She cleared her throat as she put down the bowl and grabbed her phone. The time difference was about two hours, so she was confused on why her mom was calling so early on their side too. 

“Buenos días, hijita.” Her mom's soothing voice cheered from the other end, immediately making Ximena’s shoulders relax after a tense morning. Moving away from home was the hardest part of her job, and she never got used to it. After being accustomed to being family oriented all her life, it was hard to adjust into her working life. But she doesn’t regret it. She’s proud of where she is now and she knows her family is proud too.

“Hola, mami. Qué haces despierta?” Ximena asked quietly. 

“I can ask you the same thing.” Her mom sassed her. Ximena always laughed when her mom spoke English, the words she spoke coming out butchered and thick with her accent. She knows she shouldn’t laugh because she sounds the same. 

“Nada, Gloria called me about a movie.” 

It’s silent for a second, surely her mom soaking in all the words and translating them in her head so she could respond. 

“A cuál? La del libro?” 

Ximena nods, leaning over to grab her mug and take a slow sip of her sweet coffee. “Sí, esa.” 

“Ah, okay. Qué te dijo?”

“My costar is Harry Styles.” 

Ximena pulls the phone away from her ear when she hears a sharp gasp. “El canta sobre fruta, verdad? No que te encanta?” 

Ximena chuckles. She finishes talking to her mom and promises to call her again in the afternoon as she makes her way to her kitchen to rinse off her dishes.

She checks on Benito on her way to her bedroom to change out of her pajamas and into some gym shorts, sports bra and tennis shoes. She slips on a big crew neck and reties her hair into a ponytail and walks out of her room, making her way to her front door without waking up her puppy. 

She goes down to the gym by stairs, just getting in extra cardio as she slips in her bluetooth earphones, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as the familiar ring plays in her ears signaling they’re activated. 

It’s muscle memory at this point, swiping on her screen to her music app and putting on the one album on repeat. 

I’m on the roof

You’re in your airplane seat

She’s been captivated since she was fifteen years old. The same emerald eyes and British accent. Back then he was with four other boys. Now he’s just Harry. 

Harry who she will be working with. 

The thought hasn’t left her mind. 

She never thought she’d see the day where they would cross paths, even when she became famous. But now she’s here, on the treadmill, the same day she finds out she will be working with him.

In a rom com.

Just her luck.

She shakes the nervous thoughts out of her head and continues on with her workout, going through his entire album before calling it a day and heading back up the stairs to her apartment. 

Benito is waiting for her by the door when she opens it, heavy breathing passing her lips as she leans down to scratch his ears and makes her way to her bathroom, turning the knob in her shower to warm it up. 

She usually takes quick showers, since she usually has less time because she wakes up so late. But thanks to her lovely manager, it’s still rather early once she changes into comfortable clothes for the day. 

She can see why people get up early, they’re getting more done. 

But if it comes to getting more done or more sleep? She will always choose sleep.

It’s barely noon when she decides to go out, after a couple of hours of doing chores. She would much rather stay home, but the weather looked nice from the inside. 

She rides the elevator down to her lobby, lowly greeting the employee behind the desk before pushing the large glass doors, a nice breeze fanning her hair as she walks out, phone, wallet and keys in hand, mask covering half her face. 

She’s waiting for her crosswalk signal when her phone rings in her hand. She checks the signal quickly before looking down at the familiar name on her screen.

Flo <3

Her first—real—Hollywood friend. Ximena and Florence both started acting around the same time and ran into each other at an award show, where they immediately clicked and have been friends ever since. 

Ximena quickly answers the call and presses her phone to her ear, her face contorting in cringe at the high pitched squeal from the other line. 

“Hello to you too, Flo.” She responds as the signal changes from across the street, her sneaker clad feet taking her past the stalled cars. 

The squealing stops abruptly, “why don’t you sound excited? Hello? You’re gonna be in a movie with Harry!” 

“Please tell me you’re in New York.” 

“Yes, why?”

“‘Cause you already know him and I’m going to need your help breaking the ice between us whenever that day comes.”

“He’s very nice and easy going! You’ll get on great without me.” 

“And that’s intimidating!”

“He called me already, you know?”

She stops in the middle of the sidewalk, ignoring the frustrated groans and annoyed mutters as her friend continues on. 

“Yeah, he just called me. We talked about you and he said he’s excited to work with you and get to know you.” 

“Ay, Dios mío” Ximena rubs at her face and slowly continues her way, not really having a place in mind. 

“I’ll be there if you really want.” Florence said after a small sigh, feeling her friend’s anxiety through the phone. 

“Si, por favor. You are saving my life.” Ximena stops at a corner to finish talking to her friend, her eyes catching a small cafe on the other side of the street. “Okay chica, I’ll leave you be. Thank you, you’re saving me.” 

“Congrats, Mal. I’ll see you soon!” Florence loudly smooches before hanging up.

Ximena sighs deeply before making her way to the cafe, opening the door to the air conditioning completely cooling her warm cheeks, soft music playing around. 

She softly smiles at the barista at the counter even though it can’t be seen through the mask she’s wearing. 

She looks around and finds a step or two that leads down to a small, connecting bookstore. Shelves of books being browsed through and seats and recliners being taken up by readers. 

She walks up to the cafe counter, ordering a tea and giving her name before paying and heading to the bookstore. She browses leisurely, occasionally picking up books to read the description in the back cover as she waits for her order. 

Ximena had picked up maybe three books once she heard her name, balancing them between her  arm and her side as she made her way to the counter. She takes her hot drink and smiles, “thank you.” She goes to turn around. 

“Oh um,” Ximena turns back around to the timid voice of the barista, the name Maria displayed on her nametag. “You’re Ximena Maldonado, right? Would it be alright if I got your autograph? I love your movies.” She shakily hands her a piece of paper and a pen. 

“Oh of course!” Ximena puts her drink down to take the pen and paper, adjusting the books on her side to write on the sheet. 

Thank you for the support Maria! Have a great day!

Ximena Maldonado

She hands her back the paper and pen, smiling under her mask. 

“Thank you so much!” 

“Thank you!” Ximena says again before heading back to the bookstore side to pay for the books before heading out. 

It was still early in the afternoon, the sidewalks were more empty and less cars and buses were taking up the street. Ximena walks around some more as she finishes her drink, taking in the tall building of New York. She’s lived here for some time, almost five years, but she will never get over the architecture and the ambiance of the city. It was definitely different from what she grew up with. 

All she’s ever known was Mexico. Sure, she’s visited family in the U.S., but she never experienced much of it, just seeing family before heading back. It was a miracle that someone found her when she started acting at a theater, the smallest theater you could find in the smallest town. She’s grateful for everything that came after that. All the sets and early mornings and scripts. It doesn’t mean the journey was easy. It’s never easy when you’re a foreigner and a woman. 

She picks up some lunch from one of the food carts along the street before heading home, her feet starting to hurt as she turns the corner to her building. 

She can hear Benito’s whining from the end of the hallway as she makes her way to her door, her keys jingling making him bark.

She leans down carefully as she opens the door, making sure he doesn’t run out as she slips in. “Hi, boy.” He jumps and scratches at her satin dress, leaving small marks from his nails. Oh well. 

She slips off her shoes at the door and drops her bags on the kitchen counter. Ximena fills Benito’s bowl with food, letting him devour his food as she unpacks hers. 

•••

It’s well into the evening, she’s showered and gotten comfortable as she sits on her sofa and under a blanket, her television playing something in the background as she reads one of the new books she got when she realized she hasn’t checked her phone in a while. 

The last time she used it was when she called her parents a little while after she got home, and she’s left it on the kitchen counter since then. 

She sighs and takes off the blanket, saving the page of her book before setting it on the coffee table in front of her and heading to the kitchen. She grabs a water bottle before heading to the other side of the counter to grab her phone, the movement making the device turn on, showing a plethora of notifications on her lockscreen. 

She mindlessly scrolls through them, checking for any important emails from her manager or business partners when she finds herself at her Instagram notifications. She doesn’t have many of those, just a couple of people tagging her and some new followers. 

She’s about to click away from the screen when one name catches her attention. It’s the name that’s been at the forefront of her mind all day. The one name that has made her heart race for ten years by just a mention of him, but also from his voice. She’s not the only person that feels that way about him, she knows millions of people feel the same way. But she will soon be in close proximity to him, and she will have to pretend like his presence doesn’t affect her. She is an actress after all, a pretty good one she would argue. 

She never thought she would see the day. She thought she would meet him in passing at some event and that would be it. Never did it cross her mind that she would work alongside him. 

The notification is screaming at her beating heart. She stops in awe at the name on her screen. 

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Confessions

Shawn x reader.

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: Drinking/drunkenness, blink and you'll miss it angst.

// * // * //

You rested your head back against the front passenger seat of Shawn’s Tesla and closed your eyes. “I drank too much.” He had picked you up from a girls' night out with your friends. You had been ready to go home before the others and Shawn had told you to never hesitate to call him if ever you should need to.

“Just don’t puke in my car,” he snickered. “We’ll be home in ten.”

You rolled your head to the side and met his eyes as he glanced at you. “You really didn’ have to come,” you said softly.

“Of course I did. I wanted to make sure you got home safe.”

“But your friends...”

Shawn had had a few of his friends over at his place that evening. He had chosen to not drink much himself, anticipating a possible call from you.

“It’s just Brian left. He crashes there all the time.”

“When am I gonna meet ’em?”

“When I’m ready to share you with them,” he smirked.

“’m yours,” you whispered, small smile on your lips, and closed your eyes again.

The thought of you being his made his heart skip.

// * // * //

Once in the elevator, you placed your hand on Shawn’s shoulder for balance and slipped off your heels. You exhaled in relief. “That’s better.”

He took your shoes in his own hand and when the elevator door opened, he said, “Hold on to me, honey.”

You bubbled, “’m not so drunk I can’t walk!”

“I beg to differ. You almost bit it getting out of the car,” he teased.

“You have good reflexes,” you said, wrapping both of your arms around his bicep as you started down the hall.

Stopping in front of your door, Shawn asked, “Where are your keys, Sweetheart?”

“In here. Somewhere,” you mumbled, letting go of him to dig through your clutch.

“Give it here. I’ll find them.” Cell, cash, credit card, dark pink tinted cherry lip balm, a-ha, keys, and, “Condoms? I didn’t think you were that kind of girl.” He smirked, trying to conceal the disappointment in his voice.

“’m not but the twins are,” you giggled.

It shouldn’t have mattered if the condoms had belonged to you. Still, Shawn found himself profoundly relieved.

Unlocking the door and stepping inside, he set your heels on the shoe rack and hung your clutch from a wall hook.

He led you to the kitchen and made you sit on one of the stools at the island. “Let’s get some food in you. You’ll thank me in the morning.”

You watched intently as Shawn cut an avocado, removed the pit, and scooped out the flesh. He mashed it and added small pinches of garlic, sea salt, and pepper and then put two slices of whole grain bread in the toaster.

“I haven’ been drunk since college... "I do stupid things when I’m drunk.”

“We all do stupid things when we’re drunk,” he chuckled, taking a glass from the cupboard and filling it with water.

He was about to pass it to you when you said, abruptly, “I kissed some guy at the club.”

He lost his grip on the glass. It hit the ground with a crash and shattered.

“Shit.”

“Lemme help,” you said, starting to move from the stool.

“No, you need to stay right there while I clean up. I don’t want you to get hurt.” He laid a dishtowel over the mess before retrieving a new glass and trying again. This time he successfully placed it before you, followed by a slice of avocado toast. “Eat.”

You ate dutifully while Shawn sopped up the water and swept up the glass. He found a post-it and wrote:

No bare feet in the kitchen!

He stuck it right where you would see it in the morning. He wasn’t sure if he’d gotten all the slivers.

Shawn polished off the second piece of avocado toast himself while leaning elbows and forearms on the kitchen island across from you. “Finish your water too, angel.”

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you whispered.

He smiled tenderly. “You would do the same for me. Now, come on. Time for bed.”

He followed closely behind you as you made your way to the master bedroom. It would be the first time he had been in your room; he was undeniably curious. He slipped his slides off just outside the bedroom door and crossed the threshold.

It was a stunning space. King-sized, hard maple, canopy bed, likely custom made, with matching bedroom furniture. The bed rested on a large rug which felt ridiculously plush beneath his bare feet. Above the low-rise dresser hung a 50” flat screen television.

Shawn was pulled from his perusal when he heard you apologize. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“I feel guilty.”

“For what?”

“For kissing someone else.”

“You can kiss whoever you want, babe.”

“’cept you,” you sighed. “He wasn’ even a good kisser. Too sloppy. Too eager.”

“Of course he was eager. You are gorgeous. And darling, in this dress...”

“Which I can’t wait to get outta.” You reached behind you and started to unzip it.

“Whoa,” Shawn said, spinning away, flushing.

You giggled and hiccupped. “I’m not gonna get naked in fron’a you! I just need outta this damn dress! Help me!”

He stepped up behind you and moved your hair to the side.

While he slid the zipper all the way down to where it stopped at the dimples above the swell of your bottom, you confessed, "He coulda been your twin. Or maybe I jus’ saw your face in his ’cause you’re always in my head.”

Before Shawn could even digest that, your dress fell from your body to the floor. He groaned softly. You were wearing a blush colored, lace, strapless bra and matching thong panties. He looked up at the ceiling and breathed deeply. This would be an inappropriate time to get aroused, but damn if you didn’t have the most amazing body he had ever seen.

Suddenly unsteady, you swayed on your feet. You reached out to grab the bedpost, almost missing it, but Shawn was there to catch you, again.

He chuckled. “I need you to sit down so I can find you something to wear to bed without worrying about you faceplanting.”

“I should take a shower.”

“In the morning, love. I’m afraid you’ll stumble in the tub and hurt yourself.”

“I gotta’least wash my face an’ brush my teeth.”

Shawn stood beside you, holding your hair back, while you scrubbed your face pink and brushed your teeth. He then had you sit on the chair at your small vanity while he went to choose something from your dresser drawers.

He returned with a pair of white boy short underwear with rainbow hearts all over them and a white racerback tank top.

“I like these,” you said about the boy shorts. “But I don’ want this.” You handed the top back to him.

“What do you want instead?”

“Can I wear your shirt? It’ll smell like you an’ I’d really love that.” He was wearing a simple white button-down.

“You’re lucky I’m wearing a tank top underneath, and that I have a hard time saying no to you,” he chuckled, undoing the only three buttons that were fastened, slipping it from his shoulders, and handing it to you. He then waited on the other side of the door to give you privacy to change.

You exited the bathroom, thankfully seeming to be a little more stable on your feet. He bit softly on his bottom lip; he liked how you looked in his shirt.

“Come on, babe. Into bed.”

You crawled to the very middle of the mattress. He retrieved the brush from your dresser and positioned himself behind you. He gently brushed your hair out before loosely braiding it. That way, should you wake up sick, at least your hair would be out of the way.

When he had finished, you glanced back at him over your shoulder. “Do you really think I’m pretty?”

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known,” he said softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Then why don’t you want me?” you whispered.

He kissed your shoulder and breathed in the scent of your soft, warm skin mingling with the smell of himself from his shirt. His heart began thumping in his ears. You probably wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning, which made him braver than he would be otherwise.

“I want you, more than you can imagine, and that scares me,” he murmured. “You were…unexpected. You walked into my life and turned my world upside down so quickly; it’s making me question everything. I feel unbalanced around you.”

“’m sorry, I didn’mean to.”

“I wouldn’t wish it any different,” he smiled tenderly.

Shawn helped you settle under the covers and retrieved a glass of water and two ibuprofens to set on the nightstand beside the bed. He also moved a small wastebasket to within arms’ reach.

He crouched down to level himself with you and gently asked, “Do you really want to kiss me?”

You exhaled, your words almost imperceptible, “Every damn day.”

He took a deep breath. “If you remember any part of our conversation tomorrow, I’ll let you,” he promised. “Damn the consequences.”

// * // * //

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Jake & Daniela

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“Jake?” Layla asks when she returns to their hotel room, holding a brightly decorated gift bag. 

“Yup, sorry to disappoint. Marc and Steven asked me to take over,” he answers. It had been an odd day. Layla left to do some shopping while Birdy and Kid joined their dad for lunch, Jake had assumed that either Marc or Steven would take the body back afterward but they both insisted that Jake fronted, dodging and dismissing any questions Jake had over their suspicious behavior.   

“You know I’m very disappointed when you’re out, I love all parts of you,” Layla says. She placing the bag on the table in front of him before giving him a quick peck on the head. “Actually, I have a present for you and Daniela. For being such good sports. I know this trip was hard for you two.”

“Yeah?” he says with a bit of wariness, slowly pulling the bag toward himself. He tosses the tissue paper as the paper, slowly reaches into the bag. He feels like Gatarina when she’s trying to sneak a treat without anyone noticing. Jake’s never received a gift before, not completely sure of the social expectation of receiving a present.

“A shirt? Jewelry?” He asks, pulling out two orange short sleeve button down with a floral print, bringing the larger one up towards his chest. He assumes it's a matching set for them since Layla mirrors him, bringing the small shirt up to her chest. He likes it, although the style would be more suitable for the beach. 

“Keep going,” she smiles as Jake reaches back into the bag, pulling out two tickets from the bottom of the bag, ‘Bad Bunny at United Center’ written in bold text. 

Jake’s jaw drops in disbelief, surely this can’t be real. Must be some twisted attempt at a prank. Tickets were sold out within seconds–he knows, he tried. He even joked about trying to sneak in, catching the show from one of the support beams. He had the suit after all, using it a little selfishly wouldn’t have been the end of the world.  

“No way. Is this a prank?” He asks, still trying to process everything, struggling to vocalize a coherent thought. 

“Of course not.”

“How did you get tickets?”

“I have my ways,” she smirks innocently. 

“You are the best platonic wife,” Jake gasps with excitement, wrapping Layla up in a tight squeeze, kissing her face repeatedly. 

“You’re the sweetest platonic husband. Now, get dressed.” 

It doesn't take long for Daniela to pop in. She’s almost as ecstatic as Jake when she finds out about the concert, demanding Jake hand over the body so that she can clean it to her standards. 

‘I want to front during the show,’ Daniela says as soon as she finishes styling their hair.  

‘Layla gave me the tickets,’ Jake argues.

‘You said she said ‘present for you and Daniela.’ I’m not asking for permission, I’m fronting.’

‘Concerts are loud and sweaty and there are lots of lights. Are you up for that?’ He asks sincerely. 

‘Fuck you, I know my limits,’ she rolls her eyes, making a show of putting their stress ball, sensory-friendly rose-colored glasses, and new pair of earplugs in Layla’s purse.  

‘Just looking out for you, no need to be so snappy. Why don’t we try to be co-con for it? That way we can both enjoy it?’

‘Fine.’

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As the concert plays, the stage’s lights turn purple before the next song begins, the spotlight shining on Bad Bunny as he walks across the catwalk. 

“Como si ser mujer fuera un pecado. La demonia ha despertado, ey, una guerrera,” Daniela sings along, screaming with the rest of the crowd. 

After the last note plays and they shuffle outside of the concert venue, Layla wraps her arms around Daniela's waist from behind. Layla’s teeth shatter slightly as the cold breeze blows through them, hiding her face in Dani’s shirt as they wait for their taxi.  

“Did you guys like it?” Layla asks.

“Yeah. Jake really like ‘Despues De La Playa’ and ‘Me Porto Bonito.’ Although, he was pretty jealous that Benito kissed one of the dancers, he said it should have been him. What did you think?” Daniela asks. 

“I liked it. Isn’t Jake super ace, why does he want to kiss him,” Layla laughs. 

“He said a bit ago his two expectations are Bad Bunny and Selena,” Daniela shrugs, although she can't judge.  

 I liked Bad Bunny’s skirt, he looked good.” 

“I like that too. Middle finger to machismo, está cool.”

“Dani, do you want a skirt? I think you could pull it off.”

“Maybe,” she whispers. 

A/N: Dani’s song is Andrea, these lines particularly made me think of her: “As if being a woman was a sin/ The devil has wokеn up, aye/ A warrior”, “She deserves so much and gets so little” and “[Daniela], be yourself and may people go suck a dick” Marc’s not super into reggaeton (he likes it, just doesn’t seek it out) but they’ve all agreed that his song is “Yo No Soy Celoso”(I’m not jealous)

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Joaquin Castillo

Full Name: Joaquín Mateo Primo Benito Castillo

Name Origin: Joaquin- “Spanish Version of Saint Joachim, who was the husband of Saint Anne and the father of the Virgin Mary”. Mateo- “gift of God”. Primo- “first”. Benito- “blessed”. Castillo- “castle”.

Nickname(s): Mijo- by grandfather

Birthday: November 25, 1995

Zodiac: Virgo

Age(s): 22

Sex: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Ethnicity: Guatemalan

Place of Birth: Carreo, Guatemala

Current Residence: Whitechapel, New York, United States of America

Occupation(s): N/A

Appearance

Hair: Black, Short, Curly

Eyes: Round, Dark Brown

Nose: Sharp, Straight

Mouth: Round, Full Lips

Skin Tone: Dark and covered with freckles

Build: Tall, Muscular

Style: Jeans. Boots. Button Downs. Fitted Tee-Shirts.

Personality

Traits: Loyal, Family-Oriented, Self-Preservating, Protective

Strengths: Bilingual

Flaws: Judgmental, Opinionated, Hard-Headed

Habits: TBA

Alignment: Neutral Good

Personality Type: ESTJ-A- the Executive; 79%- Extraverted, 59%- Observant, 59%- Thinking, 83%- Judging, 79%- Assertive

Family

Father: Beckett (Deceased)

Mother: Emma Castillo-Salinas (Deceased)

Brother(s): Rafael Castillo- younger

Sister(s): Xiomara Castillo- younger, Argentina Castillo- younger, Esmeralda Castillo- younger

Uncle(s): Damian Beckett

Friend(s): Mona Clark, Clara Adams, Sarah Fox, Ethan Morgan, Benny Weir, Rory Keaner, Erica Jones

Love Interest(s): Darcy Taylor

Enemies: Barnaby and Carnie Wilson

Other Information

Accomplishments: TBA

Hobbies: TBA

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Representative Color(s): Red, Green, Silver

Story: Fiery Passions

Fandom(s): Diary of a Wimpy Kid, My Babysitter’s a Vampire

Iconic Quotes

Joaquin: TBA

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Events 11.18 (after 1930)

1940 – World War II: German leader Adolf Hitler and Italian Foreign Minister Galeazzo Ciano meet to discuss Benito Mussolini's disastrous Italian invasion of Greece. 1943 – World War II: Battle of Berlin: Four hundred and forty Royal Air Force planes bomb Berlin causing only light damage and killing 131. The RAF loses nine aircraft and 53 air crew. 1944 – The Popular Socialist Youth is founded in Cuba. 1947 – The Ballantyne's Department Store fire in Christchurch, New Zealand, kills 41; it is the worst fire disaster in the history of New Zealand. 1949 – The Iva Valley Shooting occurs after the coal miners of Enugu in Nigeria go on strike over withheld wages; 21 miners are shot dead and 51 are wounded by police under the supervision of the British colonial administration of Nigeria. 1961 – United States President John F. Kennedy sends 18,000 military advisors to South Vietnam. 1963 – The first push-button telephone goes into service. 1970 – U.S. President Richard Nixon asks the U.S. Congress for $155 million in supplemental aid for the Cambodian government. 1971 – Oman declares its independence from the United Kingdom. 1978 – The McDonnell Douglas F/A-18 Hornet makes its first flight, at the Naval Air Test Center in Maryland, United States. 1978 – In Jonestown, Guyana, Jim Jones leads his Peoples Temple to a mass murder–suicide that claimed 918 lives in all, 909 of them in Jonestown itself, including over 270 children. 1983 – Aeroflot Flight 6833 is hijacked en route from Tbilisi to Leningrad. After returning to Tibilisi, the aircraft is subsequentially raided on the ground, resulting in seven deaths. 1987 – King's Cross fire: In London, 31 people die in a fire at the city's busiest underground station, King's Cross St Pancras. 1991 – Shiite Muslim kidnappers in Lebanon release Anglican Church envoys Terry Waite and Thomas Sutherland. 1991 – After an 87-day siege, the Croatian city of Vukovar capitulates to the besieging Yugoslav People's Army and allied Serb paramilitary forces. 1991 – The autonomous Croatian Community of Herzeg-Bosnia, which would in 1993 become a republic, was established in Bosnia and Herzegovina. 1993 – In the United States, the North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA) is approved by the House of Representatives. 1993 – In South Africa, 21 political parties approve a new constitution, expanding voting rights and ending white minority rule. 1996 – A fire occurs on a train traveling through the Channel Tunnel from France to England causing several injuries and damaging approximately 500 metres (1,600 ft) of tunnel. 1999 – At Texas A&M University, the Aggie Bonfire collapses killing 12 students and injuring 27 others. 2002 – Iraq disarmament crisis: United Nations weapons inspectors led by Hans Blix arrive in Iraq. 2003 – The Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court rules 4–3 in Goodridge v. Department of Public Health that the state's ban on same-sex marriage is unconstitutional and gives the state legislature 180 days to change the law making Massachusetts the first state in the United States to grant marriage rights to same-sex couples. 2012 – Pope Tawadros II of Alexandria becomes the 118th Pope of the Coptic Orthodox Church of Alexandria. 2013 – NASA launches the MAVEN probe to Mars. 2020 – The Utah monolith, built sometime in 2016 is discovered by state biologists of the Utah Division of Wildlife Resources.

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