#danela

[hopelesscalico]

do the main signposties for that chart thing. also ana and mj

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"SUR LES TRACES DE L'ASSASSIN DE GRAZIELLA VIENS - Tandis que parents et amis transportaient enterre, samedi matin, la dépouille de madame Noël Rondeau, née Grazlella Viens (vignette du haut), leedétectives Prysky et Francoeur (en bas à gauche et à droite) continuaient leur enquête & St-Jean d'Iberville en compagnle du témoin Armand Depelteau (à droite, au centre). Qui a tiré les quatre balles danela tête de la malheureuse? Qui conduisalt l'auto verte le soir du meurtre? L'assaasin restera-t-ll enliberté, comme celul de Prudentienne Daignault (au centre, à gauche), tuée sauvagementMontréalJanvier 1930? Voir page 3 pour les derniers détails sur setto affatre. (Photos "Petit Jonrnal") - from Le Petit Journal (Montreal). May 20, 1934. Page 1.

[emilio12344]

el accidente

30 de octubre de 2002 un acidente conmociono a la ciudadania los medios de comuncacion informaba que un joven habia perdido sus cuarto extremidades luego de cer desde un vagon de unos trenes que viajaban a temuco. se trataba de daniela la protagonista estudiante que estaba el 3 año de medicina

mi opnion muy interesante porque uno noss informa de que daniela despues de ir su viaje a temuco nos informan de que lastimara de diera trama como balla dato quiero saber mas y un dato sobre elejir vivir. sabias que se llama elejir vivir porque danela la protagonista sufre un accidente de su viaje para ser reconocido por las noticias de chile mas adelante veremos por su causa de perdidas de su cuerpo si les gusto puede ayudarme con su apoyo muchas gracia por escuchar

[earaercircular]

Skopje is first city in North-Macedonia to become signatory of Covenant of Mayors for Climate Change and Energy - Europe

The City of Skopje is part of the Covenant of Mayors - Europe and a signatory of the Covenant of Mayors for Climate Change and Energy for the implementation of energy and climate policies within the Global Covenant of Mayors for Climate & Energy. The commitments for signatories to the pact are linked to the EU's framework for climate and energy policy: the 2030 climate change and energy package.

Signatories[1] to the pact commit to adopt an integrated approach to climate change mitigation and adaptation. They are required to develop, within the first two years of accession, a Sustainable Energy and Climate Action Plan with the aim of reducing CO2 emissions by at least 40% by 2030 and increasing resilience to climate change The City of Skopje is the first City from Macedonia to work on the first SECAP as a strategic document within the European framework of climate change and energy.

The EU Covenant of Mayors for Climate & Energy[2] is an initiative supported by the European Commission bringing together thousands of local governments that want to secure a better future for their citizens. By joining the initiative, they voluntarily commit to implementing EU climate and energy objectives.

The Covenant of Mayors was launched in 2008 in Europe. Not only did the initiative introduce a first-of-its-kind bottom-up approach to energy and climate action, but its success quickly went beyond expectations.

The Global Covenant of Mayors, launched in 2015, has been capitalising on the experience gained in Europe and beyond, and is building upon the key success factors of the initiative: its bottom-up governance, its multi-level cooperation model and its context-driven framework for action.

A reference for energy and climate action

From the beginning, the Covenant of Mayors initiative has been designed to provide local governments, in highly diversified national contexts, with a framework for their local energy and climate action based on 4 principles:

Consistency and transparency thanks to a common reporting framework for all

Flexibility and adjustability of the common framework to better take specific needs and local realities into account

Evaluation of the data reported by the European Commission's Joint Research Centre (signatories may be suspended in case of non-compliance)

Promotion and exchange of experience via the website news, social media, online and offline events…

Stepping up ambition for a fairer and climate-neutral Europe   In 2020, the Covenant of Mayors - Europe reached an important milestone linked to its 2020 targets, but also a decisive turning point. It was time to set a new course for the initiative in a new political landscape and a challenging post-COVID-19 recovery phase.   Building on a survey [3] conducted by the Covenant of Mayors and on the objective of achieving a climate-neutral EU by 2050,[4] in line with the objectives of the Paris Agreement, the Covenant of Mayors - Europe stepped up action with renewed ambitions for a fairer, climate-neutral Europe!   Signatories commit to make climate action a priority by setting mid- and long-term targets, consistent with the EU objectives, and at least as ambitious as their national targets, and to achieve climate neutrality by 2050 while leaving no one and no place behind.

Source

Danela Arsovska, Град Скопје дел од Covenant of Mayors - Europe и потписник (signatory) на Пактот на градоначалниците за климатски промени и енергија за спроведување енергетски и климатски политики во рамките на Global Covenant of Mayors for Climate & Energy, 23-07-2023

[1] https://eu-mayors.ec.europa.eu/en/signatories?fbclid=IwAR06jgj_Ws6y0tzROtXgOF-iXrH40M0XGw7VDVp1XTXOKhPJQEHQZ34OKmk

[2] https://eu-mayors.ec.europa.eu/en/about

[3] https://eu-mayors.ec.europa.eu/en/home

[4] https://www.consilium.europa.eu/en/press/press-releases/2020/12/17/council-agrees-on-full-general-approach-on-european-climate-law-proposal/#:~:text=The%20EU%20is%20strongly%20committed,at%20least%2055%20%25%20by%202030.

[pinkflowersandblueshoes]

Lessons Learned

Over the course of four years, my family and I fostered eighteen children ages four to seventeen from South and Central American countries who sought opportunity and safety in the United States. Danela cried for her abuela after being pulled from her arms at the border. Eydan, six years old, used the coarse language he learned on the streets of Guatemala. Emely hadn’t seen her mom in four years; she was only seven. Jason had just learned he was HIV-positive at 13. 

These children opened my eyes to how people can have different experiences in life, and how privileged I was growing up. They changed the lens through which I view the world, and influenced the choices I make. These elementary school-aged children helped me see far beyond my suburban life as a white male and into the lives and experiences of those around the world.

But their impact didn’t end with changing my perspective. They also changed my direction.  They are the reason I pursued committee head and presidency roles within activism clubs at my school. They are the reason the clubs were able to pursue action on the rights of migrants and refugees in ICE detention centers. They are the reason I am looking into pursuing a career in social justice in order to positively impact the lives of those around me and bring change in my community.

Jonathan taught me a powerful lesson in shared commonalities between children. During a break in one of my brother's swim meets, Jonathan and I went outside to kick a soccer ball. We had been outside for around five minutes, just enjoying the day and passing the ball in silence, when a little girl came up to him. Seemingly no more than five or six years old, she asked Jonathan if she could play with us. Jonathan only knew a few words in English, but he could understand what she wanted to do. As they played together, it dawned on me that, even if separated by thousands of miles and a language barrier, kids are kids. Children are not political pawns, nor aliens, nor enemies, nor terrorists. Rather, children are essentially the same: kind-hearted, innocent-minded, and powerfully loving.

[rainbowsylvie]

Going through my verse blog wondering what to do with it and found this

[cdfreak]

@hopelesscalico

*does a gay little run across the road that makes drivers want to hit me*

[bumblebaubles]

i guess if the main cast of tiny pretty things are actors with experience in dance or dancers with experience in acting based solely on their performance in the show

Bette/Casimere: I feel like she leaned more towards dance. for some reason i can see her as an actor with experience in dance. but im leaning more towards dancer. *even though shes good at crying on command*

oren/barten: Dancer. maybe its because i havent seen any scenes where his character is expressing heavy emotional baggage (that isnt fighting his horniness for brennan) its hard to judge but yeah i think he was more of a dancer

June/Daniela: actor. despite her character being the tropey shy girl (the whole show is campy but whatever) shes one of the more solid actors on the show in my opinion. Not just because she can cry on command but she had some solid emotional scenes with her mom despite the fact her character was a walking trope for a while.

Neveah/Kylie: dancer. she’s one of the better actors on the show as well and she had her emotional moments too but outside of those few scenes where shes sobbing its *cringe* at times, of course this is majorly attributed to the shows awful dialogue.

Caleb/damon: dancer, he really doesnt have any scenes that would lead me to believe other wise

Brennan/ shane: actor. despite the cringe campiness that is this show Brennan managed to have his character be the most loveable and enjoyable. He took that shit script and owned it. thats what an actor does.

nabil: dancer. I cant really bring myself to have a solid answer I’m just writing it down so i dont change it again.

[swampflix]

The Suicide Squad (2021)

There is something hilariously ironic about James Gunn reviving the Martin Scorsese “theme parks” discourse while making the promotional rounds for his Suicide Squad sequel.  Over two years ago Scorsese off-handedly referred to billion-dollar superhero blockbusters in the MCU and DCEU as theme park rides (as opposed to legitimate cinema) in a one-off interview, and nerds have had their…

[bombasticglamour]

[mikelxavierpincay]

No quisiera hacer ruido... Deseo quedarme agazapada abrazando lo que siento! No quiero agrandar el ego de los me han hecho daño. Ahora que me encuentro recluida en este dolor, se que ningún dolor se parece a otro, es tonto decir "te comprendo yo pasé por lo mismo" en realidad cada quien siente lo que vive de manera diferente. Aveces el silencio sana más rápido que las palabras! Sin embargo me ahogo en llanto hasta quedar dormida, luchando contra mis demonios y de paso con la risa burlona de los que esperan mis despojos. Nada me hace más fuerte que eso que tan celosamente cubro! Soy asocial... Me alejo... Callo... Cubro mi rostro para no mostrar mis ojos llorosos! Pero mi ausencia grita mi tristeza! Hay vida...aveces no te comprendo pero el dolor me hace sentir tan tuya, y nada es tan real como tu ausencia. Me arrodillo y beso tu nombre...y allá en el horizonte te seguiré buscando hasta el último hálito de mi ser. #Danela🌼🍀 #escritospropios https://www.instagram.com/p/CSce8oBJDgvwMEOjJRyIy5iAKCpikU24HSbZZA0/?utm_medium=tumblr

[hopelesscalico]

WHOREVILLE

aurelia jane cervantes (she/her)*

(+ the aurelia backstory post tag)

eden sage lieto (she/they)

SIGNPOST

c1c4d4 anne von carinon (she/her)

lillian “lily” ivy von carinon (she/they/he)

ruth marilyn tolinov (she/her)

james “jimmy” of the seas (he/ae/fun)

danela paige ekundayo (she/they)

indigo “indy” armstrong (she/her)

bridget nightmare crivello (she/they/it)

frankie finch (she/he)

angelvenom “angel” the divine (he/it)

MICHISINO

myleen “mj” nina kalashnik (she/her)

tetyana “ana” olene kalashnik (she/her)*

persnickety “nicki” perchance (she/they)*

SENTENCE REPOSE

joan georgia gaye-wazowski (she/her)

lucien orion shirosawa (they/he/she)

jack elijah shirosawa (she/her)

evangeline debaco (he/him)

creed “reed” beebus (he/him)

guinevere “gwen” wisteria shirosawa (she/they)

belladonna “bella” magdalene shirosawa (she/her)*

PLAYER CHARACTERS

alphabet “alphie” noodle soup (she/it/he)

(+ the alphie backstory post tag)

elizabeth “lizzie” maria wells (she/her)*

ehnos valjas (they/them)

thistle-asmi “thistle” wymond (he/she)

DERANGED, OUR SAVIOR

menshalra “menchie” desdepot (they/them)

alley oops (she/they/xe)

anzavel “anza” eckry (she/they)

DUCK, DUCK, GOOSE

gustava “goose” lundqvist (she/her)

andrea “andy” praseritsang (he/him)

cilrea’sjana’meril “cilrea” aelle’ta’yreklijsh rys’dereck’ryv’paumre (she/her)

cupid (it/she/he/they/bit/pix)

STARLET

ire (he/him)

merrymaking “merry” joy (she/her)

sprout bellwhistle (she/her)

taxidermy “taxi” viscera (he/they)

stardust “dusty” whimsy (she/he)

sunshine “sunny” whimsy (she/they)

“twe” the world ender (they/them)

dove radiance (she/love)

“obbie” the observer (it/any)

JOSEFINE, ARLO, AND THE PRINCESS OF THE WHOLE WORLD, I GUESS

josefine riya manzano (she/he)

arlo calvin nesbitt (he/him)

princess felicity sparkles II, the ultimate ruler of woodland creatures and friendship (they/them)

FURRIES

ollie-wollie “ollie” ecksdee (they/he/mew)

lilac (she/her)

FAN OCS

dapplenose of moonclan (she/her)

rienne (it/she)

OTHER

hallison “hal” lucination (he/him)

*for the time being, will change in the future

[alcinadimitrescuwu]

Homecoming (An Alcina x Reader Fanfic)

You can’t help but smile to yourself as you cross the drawbridge to Castle Dimitrescu, your heels clicking on the centuries old wood. You have just come back from a 5 day long business trip on behalf of the Sanguis Virginis wine company. This had been the first time in two years that you had left Romania to go abroad for any reason. As you raise the brass knocker on the door, you almost sigh in relief. The business trip was successful, but now all you wanted was to curl up next to your wife, kick off your Louboutin heels and rest.

Suddenly the door opens and you only see a flash of red before someone grabs your arm and pulls you inside. Your daughter Daniela has seen to it that she’s the first to greet you.

“Maman! I’m so glad you’re back!” Daniela chirps giving you a big hug. “Of course, I was the one who missed you the most!”

“I’m sure you were, dearest,” you manage to choke out. Daniela may not be as strong as her mother but she was still hugging you so tightly it was cutting off your circulation.

“No, she wasn’t!” You look and see that Cassandra and Bela, your other daughters have materialized from their bug shrouds. Cassandra crosses her arms. “And quit hogging Maman! I want to hug her too!”

Daniela lets go begrudgingly and you finally feel air come back into your lungs as Cassandra gives you a much lighter hug.

“Girls, let’s not bother Maman,” Bela says, ever the older sister. “She’s had a long flight and is probably tired.” She smiles and gives you a quick peck on the cheek. “Welcome back, Maman.”

“Draga mea?” you hear an elegant mature voice call. “Is that you?”

Your breath catches in your throat as you see your wife Alcina descending the stairs. The hardest part about this trip was being away from her. You make sure to drink in her full figure, her aureate eyes, her carmine lips freshly painted, her laugh lines that grow more indented as she smiles at you. She gently tilts your head up and gives you a chaste kiss. “Welcome home, iubirea mea.”

“Good to be back, darling,” you say as you take her hand and kiss the back of it. You quietly excuse yourself so you can go to the bathroom and touch up your face.

As you reapply your lipstick you smile as you think back to a couple nights ago when Alcina called your hotel room. You were just pulling down the sheets to get into bed when the phone rang. You picked it up on the second ring. “Hello?”

“Dearest?” Alcina’s voice hitches on the other line.

“Alcina?” You immediately shifted over into panic mode. It was four o’clock in the morning in Romania. Alcina normally wouldn’t call so late. “Darling, is everything all right? Are you and the girls ok?”

Alcina chuckles. “No, my love, everyone here is fine. It’s just…” There was a long pause before Alcina admitted, “I miss you.”

You found your heart welling up with love for Alcina. She was a proud woman by nature and hated admitting any sort of weakness. “Don’t worry, darling. It’ll just be two more days and I’ll be home soon.”

“Not soon enough,” she growled. “It seems like an eternity.” She suddenly lowered her voice to a husky whisper. “This bed has been so empty without you in it.”

Your cheeks were suddenly burning. “Well, I suppose we’ll have to make up for lost time when I get back, then, won’t we?”

“Indubitably,” Alcina purred. “Tell me, iubito, what are you wearing right now?”

“OH MY GOD!! Mother, are you seriously trying to have phone sex with Maman??” You heard Cassandra yell followed by peals of laughter and Alcina letting loose a string of curses in Romanian. After she successfully shooed the girls out of her bedroom, Alcina pleaded, “Just come home to me soon, darling. Please.”

You laughed. “I will. Te iubesc, Alcina.”

“Te iubesc, draga mea.”

As soon as you step out of the bathroom while you are closing the door behind you, strong arms grab you from behind and push you up against the wall. You look up and see Alcina and you feel your cheeks getting hot at her expression. There is naked longing in her eyes. “Five days,” she rasps. “Never in all my years of living has a week seemed so long.” She moves the collar of your blouse back so she can kiss your neck. You sigh and wrap your legs around her waist.

“If our daughters had not been in the foyer when you arrived,” she says, her lips grazing your collarbone. “I would have made love to you right there and then.”

“Do it,” you whisper. “Take me here. Take me now. There’s no one watching.”

Alcina stops nuzzling your neck and kisses you hard. She weaves her hands through your hair, knocking it out of its carefully crafted bun. You hear pins falling to the floor and Alcina kicks them aside. You lean your head back against the wall as Alcina deepens the kiss, opening your mouth with her tongue. You bite down gently on her lower lip and she moans with desire.

Her hand follows the line of the seam on your stockinged leg to your garter clasp. You remove the glove from her hand with your teeth. “Good girl,” she purrs, giving you a seductive smirk as she sets to work on removing the clasp.

“MY EYES!” you hear Bela scream. It is then followed by sarcastic clapping and wolf whistles. You look over Alcina’s shoulder and see to your horror that your daughters are bearing witness to your debauchery.

Cassandra turns to Daniela and smirks. “Well, would you look at that. Looks like I win. 500 Lei, please.”

Danela pouts. “I was so sure Mother would ravish Maman 10 minutes into her arrival, not 5 minutes.”

Cassandra puts her hand out pointedly towards Daniela. “That doesn’t change the fact that I won the bet. Pay up.”

Daniela gives a devilish grin. “It’s a good thing we didn’t shake on it, then!” She manifests into her fly form and flies away, laughing maniacally.

“Daniela Dimitrescu, you get back here, you little shit!” Cassandra manifests into her fly form as well, chasing after her duplicitous sister.

Bela turns and gives the both of you a dry look. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to put hydrogen peroxide in my eyes to burn the image of this out of my head,” Bela says, shaking her head. “Honestly Mother, sometimes you remind me of a rakish earl.” She turns on her heel and walks down the hallway.

Alcina can only lean her forehead against yours and sigh. You laugh and drop a kiss on her brow. “It’s good to be home,” you murmur against her hair.

[artemiseamoon]

A Lighthouse in the Dark

Amara w/ Triple Frontier boys | ft flashback ft Danela

Chapter 2: 32 hours

Words: 4,014

⚠️ warnings: ehhh none really, I don't think so 

An: time jumps, some flashbacks, and we see Mrs.Morales, Danela. I do imagine her as a curly haired/wavy haired - curvy/plus Latina or Afro Latina. (* actress FC for Amara is African + Chinese)

Credit to gif owners

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4 days later

Recon that afternoon in Lorea’s backyard was nerve-wracking enough: Santi’s confession wasn’t helping matters any. The truth of why they were here fully came to light a few seconds ago. What started as laughs and drinks was now a tense grilling session by the Jeep.

That unsettled feeling never left Amara’s gut. The moment she saw the flicker of doubt in Frankie and Will’s eyes, she knew she was not imagining things. Santi was keeping some very essential details to himself. Thanks to Will's direct questions, everything was now out in the open.

There was no narcotics unit, no agency. Santiago paid their fees with his own money. Instead of just mapping out and planning this thing (like they were asked), Santiago wanted them to go in as a team, alone, and do the entire job themselves.

Inside the Jeep, Amara settles in between the Miller brothers. With a heavy sigh, she leans back and closes her eyes. The conversation they had outside replayed in her mind. It may have been a dick move, but Pope did make some valid points.

- Flashback to outside of the Jeep, minutes ago- 

Santiago is worked up now, Amara can see it in his eyes, and the tension between his eyebrows. He shifts his attention from Benny to Will,

“And how many more pep talks can you possibly give?”

Will remains still, arms crossed over his chest, his facial expression tense. Amara places a hand on his arm in a soothing gesture. Will was a quiet guy, but he was clearly upset, just like the rest of them.  

“Amara,” keeping her hand on Will's arm, she turns to look at Santi, “how long do you want to keep teaching those workshops? You’ve been working your whole damn life. You want more, I know that I see that. With this money, you can do whatever the hell you want.”

‘He wasn’t wrong'. Amara shrugs and lifts her hand from Will, who glances down as she does. He instantly misses the warmth once she brings her hand to herself, shoving it into her pocket.

- Flashback over -

A couple of minutes pass as Santi drives them back to the hotel. The tension is still there, but seems to lessen. With an air of curiosity, Will asks, “so are we doing this?”

The conversation moves quickly from there. After a comment by Frankie, Tom goes over the plan for Sunday morning. His plan further shifts the mood in the car, and Amara can feel a sense of excitement in the air; excitement she didn’t share.

She didn’t know if it was due to being misled, or the list of things in the back of her mind that could go wrong. But she knew one thing with certainty, though she didn't like this, she wasn’t going to leave her guys.

Amara worked under Tom a number of times, the two didn't have any kind of personal connection, in fact, she didn't like him at all. But, she gave him credit for being good at what he does. It was the rest of the group she was staying for: Frankie, Benny, and Will.

- Flashback 2 days earlier -

Amara sips the class of Cab, observing Danela as she watches Frankie step into the room.

“Kids are asleep. Out like a light.”

For the last two days he was likey getting an ear full, you could tell. Danela’s usually warm brown eyes are a storm of worry and emotion. You notice the ways she grips her wine glass tighter.

“I’ll leave you ladies to it.” Frankie says while drooping his head slightly. He turns and leaves the room.

Amara takes a large gulp of the wine, preparing herself for the conversation. The planned ladies' night was quickly ruined by the news of the job. So instead of having drinks at their favorite lounge, Amara came over and had a very tense dinner with the family.

“Dani - “ she starts.

“I can’t believe this. We have a 4-month-old!” She puts her glass down. Dani scoffs, staring off at nothing. “This is so fucking reckless.”

“I agree. I don’t think Frankie should be going either. But since he is, you should know it was the deciding factor on me going too,” Dani makes eye contact, “ I promise you I will be there and I’ll do everything I can to make sure your husband, the father of your kids, my dear friend gets back home in one piece. I promise.”

Danela closes her eyes, feeling overwhelmed. She sits back against the couch and crosses her arms, “And you, what about you? You’re their godmother! What if something happens to both of - “

“Hey, “Amara inches closer and rests a hand on her friend's shoulder, “don’t think like that. If anyone is trained and experienced enough to make it through anything, it’s Frankie, it's the whole damn team. It’s a quick job, we’ll be back in no time.”

Danela opens her eyes with a heavy sigh. “ I’m so mad at him I could strangle him, shit, you too 'Mara,” she pauses, “...if I lost him, I don’t…'' her words fade, a grim expression washing over her face.

“You won’t. Hey look at me,” she does, “you won’t.”

- flashback over - 

…

About 45 minutes later

Fresh out of the shower and dressed for bed, Amara slips under the covers and watches the tv absently. Ten minutes or so later, a knock comes at the door. From the sequence she knows it’s Santiago. She gets out of bed and lets him in.

“I figured you’d be awake.” He looks around the dimly lit room before sitting in the chair by the desk.

“Look at us, a couple of night owls.” Amara sits on the edge of the bed, facing him.

Santi sits back,“I wanted to check on you. I know you’re pissed at me.”

Amara starts to reply but yawns instead. She rubs her face and pulls one of her knees up to her chest before responding.

“Yeah. But we all need every bit of energy and strength we have for this, especially because there is no backup. I had to re-prioritize. I’ll yell at you once it’s done. Promise.” She flashes a tired smile.

Santi grins, “fair.”

“Aren’t you meeting your informant early, you should get some sleep.”

“Yeah, I will.” He rolls his shoulders, breathing into it. After a moment, he gets up and heads to the door, “Hey, take your own advice 'Mar, get some sleep.”

“ I will, Ti."

Santaigo chuckles at her response and leaves the room. She locks it behind him and returns to bed. After about 15 minutes of the show, she falls asleep.

…

Early Saturday Morning 

While Santiago goes to his meeting, the group heads into town to get breakfast. It’s a nice day, not as hot as yesterday, and the food is delicious. Tom was hanging back, he'd join them later.

Benny and Frankie continue a conversation they started earlier, while Amara and Will are engaged in their own. As they talk, Amara rubs the back of her neck, trying to work out the tension there.

“You feeling alright?” Will asks with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

“I’m fine, it's just a cement block back there. I’ve been chipping all morning.”

Will inches a little closer, capturing her eye with his, “I can help?”

Amara could feel her cheeks grow hot at the thought: those big strong hands on her shoulders. She bites her lower lip, eyes still glued on his. Trying to play it cool, she shrugs, "sure."

Will changes position on the bench and guides her where he wants her. The way he gently lifts her hair up and over to the side is already making her melt. The moment Will touches her skin, Amara knows she’s done for.

Will was good, damn good. It was taking everything in her to keep quiet and not let a sigh, or moan escape. And he smells good, he always did, but being this close as he rubbed the back of her neck was making her feral.

She almost forgets Frankie and Benny are at the table too until Frankie makes a smart-ass remark in Spanish, which causes Benny to laugh loudly.

Amara shakes her head. Will digs his fingers in, massaging her muscles deeper, "Just relax, I got you. Ignore them."

“Oh fuck, I forget something in the car. Better go get that - " Benny stands. Amara opens one of her eyes and steals a glimpse. As he stands, he grips Frankies shoulder. Taking the hint, Frankie gets up and leaves with him. As they walk away, Amara and Will burst into laughter.

“Real smooth of them,” Amara chuckles, letting her head hang lower.

“Real smooth,” Will applied a little more pressure and a soft moan escaped her lips. She can't see it, but a pleased grin lingers on Will’s lips. "How's that feel?"

“Mmm….so good, thank you.” She whispers.

The massage continues for a little longer until the feelings rising in her body become too much. If Will keeps going, she’s going to pounce on him right here, no matter who was around.

Amara gently pats his hands with her own, “that's great, thanks, Will. I appreciate it.”

“My pleasure,“ she turns to face him, her eyes fall to his lips as he licks them. Amara quickly diverts her gaze back to his eyes, “I may need to hire you as a personal masseuse.”  

Will sits back, the grin returns, “Sounds like a fun gig.”

Amara didn’t usually flirt with Will this much or this openly. She typically hid it, burying it behind other things. But maybe there was something about the heat, the danger they were facing, or the fact that she wanted him for years. But, Amara woke up feeling bolder today. And so far, she was liking the results.

Will’s steamy gaze sets her body on fire. As they get lost in each other's eyes, Amara thinks about all the ‘almost’ moments, the times she almost confessed. The time she drunkenly spilled the beans to Santi who suggested she go for it. Then there was that night two years ago when it felt like something would happen, but didn’t.

Their longing eye contact is broken with a clap as Benny's loud ass returns,“pack it up, love birds. We gotta pick up Tom and hit the road.”

- flashback, about 2 years ago - 

“He hates this, this totally hates this.'' Amara looks up and over at Will whose body language is stiff and tight, like a wall. As expected, the moment they walked in, he was turning heads.

“I know.” Benny chuckles and playfully punches his brother in the arm.

Earlier this week, after losing a card game, Benny presented Will with a choice: pay up the money or do a dare. Will had a few beers and was feeling up to the challenge, so he chose dare - a decision he now regretted.

Amara never pictured herself in a speed dating scenario either, but it seems too good to miss, seeing Will like this. The moment Benny told her, she knew she had to come.

Will scans the room, completely unamused, “What's the point of this?”

“To get you out there again brother. You’ll clean house. Watch.” Benny leads the way to the sign-up table. The cute girl behind the desk perks up at the sight of him and sizes him up, Benny flashes a smile as her.

As Benny gets them signed up, Amara leans into Will, “come on, cheer up. Look around. You’re popular already, look at that one,” she stands on her toes and concealers her mouth with her hand as she whispers, "she's nearly drooly already."

Will snickers before glancing down at Amara, "this is a waste of time."

Amara laughs and takes her name tag from Benny when he returns. Will takes his with a sigh and stares at it.

Amara watches him, “Hey, even if you never do this again, or you don’t connect with anyone, it's a step,” his eyes remains steady on hers, “it won't fix anything, or take any of the hurt away but just let it be what it is, a step.”

Will takes in her words. He offers a closed mouth smile in response and rests a hand on the top of her head.

“You’re so little.” He smiles fully now.

“Yeah next to you, freakin' giant." She takes the name tag out of his hand and pins it to his shirt.  

“Speaking of getting out there,” Benny rests a hand on Amara's shoulder. “ Don’t make this all about my brother. This is about you too.”

She jerks her head back, "what?" Will chuckles, “me?”

“Yeah. You two are the damn same. One break up, and you just don't date anyone else. Good thing you have me,” Benny wraps his free arm around Will's shoulders, holding them both closer to him, “I’ll be your wingman.”

“I don't need a wingman,” Amara replies defensively.

Benny tilts his head to the side, “I’m not saying you need me, look around, dudes are already checking you out. Do you know how many guys at the gym ask about you? Don't believe me, ask Will."

Amara raises a brow and glances at Will who only nods, but doesn's say anything. Amara brings her focus back to Benny, " so what are you saying?"

"What I'm saying is you're hot as hell and a little scary, which is still hot. To be fair, we’ve seen you do some shit…” Amara closes her eyes muttering a curse, “My point is, aside from our group, who do you even trust or let close?”

“I know other people aside from you guys.” She rolls her eyes.

Benny laughs, " yeah, who? Name them. And don’t say Danela. She counts as one of us.”

"You're such a dick." Amara shakes her head, holding back a laugh.

"You'll just have to date one of us I guess, "Benny pauses, he's looking ahead now, checking out a redhead. Amara’s eyes dart from Benny, to Will, then ahead at nothing. "Except Frankie cause he's married."

Amara's not the only one feeling akward, Will clears his throat and shifts in place.  Benny squeezes her shoulder, "but, we all know how it turns out in the end anyway, don't we."

Amara and Will turn to Benny. He smiles and slaps them both on the back before walking further into the room. The host gets on stage and calls everyone's attention. Amara and Will exhange a glance before looking ahead.

It was fast-paced, three minutes with each person, it was like an extra awkward musical chairs. Some of the guys were pretty attractive, but no one really caught her attention, as she moved through dates, Amara found herself doing two things; spying on Benny for sheer amusement and glancing at Will, who was doing the same. Every time their eyes met, a smile would linger on his lips, causing her to smile too.

“Okay lovers, switch!” The host calls out.

Amara gathers her drink and notepad, moving to the next table. Sitting down, she greets the familiar face with a smirk,

“Look who it is. So what do you think?” She leans forward, holding the glass in her hands.

“Not as bad as I thought it would be. Still, not my thing.”

Amara snickered to herself. Will Miller was many things, honest was one of them. His eyes linger on her as she points to his notepad, “Any winners?”

“Didn’t write a thing,” he holds it up, showing it to her,” nice girls though, well, some of them.” He chuckles.

“I saw the one who looked ready to pounce, be careful William Miller. She might drag you into a back corner and make out with you.”

He rubs the back of his neck while grinning, “yeah I know.” Will takes a breath and slides her notes over to him, “let’s see.”

She watches as he skims the notes and tries to contain his laughter. “Damn Amara.”

“Hey,” she pries the little notepad from his fingers and tucks it away on her lap.

Will raises his drink, “We have what, 10 minutes left?”

Amara bursts into laughter again, “ you cannot wait to get out of here.”

Will doesn't reply verbally, but his eyes say everything. He finishes the rest of his drink.

At the end of the night, Benny stays behind as Will escorts Amara back home. They've known each other long enough that she stopped declining, Will was a gentleman, and he was going to make sure she got home with his own eyes.

It was sweet. Amara was very independent and had a hard time accepting things like this, but being close to these guys was definitely a healing experience and she was letting herself receive a little more as time went on.

When they reach her loft, she fiddles with her keys at the door. The last time a guy made her this nervous, she was much younger. She wants to ask Will inside, but doesn’t. They were such good friends, what if that ruined everything?

“So, what are you going to do now?” She asks.

“Go home, go to bed,” his eyes are steady on hers. Will takes a beat, she can tell he’s thinking something over.

Amara leans against the left side of the door, Will mirrors her, doing the same on the right. The silence is broken by a gentle laugh as Amara breaks eye contact, “Um,” she pauses, Will’s eyes drop to her lips, “guess this is goodnight then?”

Will exhales and stands up straight, his eyes meet hers again, “yeah. You gonna be at Frankies Sunday?”

“Of course. Who do you think the co-birthday planner is?" She boasts. " It’s going to be the best 2-year-olds birthday ever.”

“I bet it will, “ Will steps forward, opening his arms wide, “bring it in.”

Amara steps in his arms, humming as he holds her close.

“Goodnight sweetheart.” He hums.

“Goodnight.” She whispers back.

When she looks up at him, he’s already watching her. It feels like they were made perfectly for each other. She could stay here forever.

Will breaks eye contact reluctantly, and puts some space between their bodies. Amara, still feeling her body buzz from his warmth, offers a smile before opening her door and stepping inside.

- flashback over - 

Later that morning 

After Santi shows them the phone footage, Amara moves further into the oversized storage container, checking out the things Santi accumulated inside. Guns, ammo, everything they could really need. It was impressive as hell.

To her left, Frankie is checking out a desk full of stuff, and Benny is on her right looking through a drawer. When her eyes land on him he smirks,

“How is that neck feeling?”

“Oh my god! Shut up.” She playfully nudges Benny before further examining the space. While doing so, she keeps her ears open for what's being said in the room.

“We got a bird. We got a van. We got Lorea confirmed in the house with the money.'' Santi says from behind her. She glances over her shoulder, noticing the look on Tom's face.

Being skeptical herself, she couldn't blame him, but Tom was also worked up over the informant, he made plently of comments since yesterday. Tom steps outside, Santi views the room once before leaving to join Tom. He closes one of the doors behind him, the room dims consideribly but there's still enough light to see.  

Benny and Frankie check out some rifles. Amara examines the med packs before slipping one in each of the guys' bags. Will comes up behind her and rests his arm over her shoulders,

"Up to standard, Hawk?" He asks, her eyes dart up to his.

"Pretty good. They pass the test. Not as good as mine though." She winks.

Will smiles “ you never said, what are you going to do with the money?”

Amara, holding his gaze, shifts her body toward his and rests a hand on her hip, "you never said either."

Will blows out a breath, " fair."

Amara playfully tugs his sleeve. "As much as I wanted to yell at him for being an ass, Santi was right. I'm sick of working. I just...i want to travel for a while, live on the islands part time just...enjoy my time. I had my first job at 15. I just want to relax, get pleasure out of my life."

Listening closely, Will nods and gives her shoulder a little squeeze, “Sound like a damn good plan.”

“Yeah, I think so too.” She smiles and leans into him. As she rests her head against his chest, he wraps his arms around her.

The doors open fully, flooding light into the space. Tom gets right to it, going over the plan and addresses the entire room. His eyes very briefly land on her and Will before he speaks,

“All right, first things first: safety. There’s no medevac. No ground support, just ourselves and Hawk. All injuries we sustain, we’re walking out with. Be mindful. Each of you has a medical kit in your bag."

Will's arm is still draped across her, but Amara is facing the group now.

She adds, “The packs Santi supplied us with are good, I inspected them. If you need anything more, I have extra stuff in my pack. Be careful guys," her eyes travel the room, she looks at each one of them, "I'm serious."

Frankie observes her softly. She was worried, he could hear it in her voice, it was slight, subtle.

"I know you guys know your shit just...." She trails off. She was usually extremely compused, so the sudden rush of emotion inside of her was uncomfortable. Will rubs her arm. “Be careful. Don’t get hurt.”

Though the guys knew what to do in a crunch, Amara had the most medical experince. It was her department before adding negotiations and search and rescue to her resume. From time to time, she still did the work to stay sharp.

Tom remains stone faced, like he's waiting for them to be done. He continues,

“Number two: you cannot go back to your normal lives after tonight. Make no mistake about it, what we are about to do is criminal. We do not have the flag on our back and no amount of bullshit that we tell ourselves is gonna change that. If we do our job right, we’ll be committing one murder and one armed robbery. You guys need to own the fact that you are desiccating most of the oaths you’ve ever took.” Amara looks around the room, observing everyones faces.

"Third: family. If they don't go to church, or if they come home early, it's an abort, full stop. They are not who we came here for. Lastly, it's not too late to go home. We had an agreement with Pope, and we fulfilled that. Anyone who wants to walk away now can do so knowing they’re the best of us. But it's gotta be now.”

The air in the room grows thicker with each word, each sentence. They knew all of this already, but hearing it said like this, it hit different. She knows 100% no one in the room is going to leave, no matter if they entertainted the idea or not, so she wasn't leaving either.

Her eyes float over to Frankie, she thinks about the promise she made to Dani. She thinks about her godchildren. He forces a small smile, trying to soothe them both. When she looks up at Will, he’s looking at Benny, the two of them communicating with their eyes. Tom scans the room, making eye contact with everyone for final confirmation, then nods.

Santi speaks up. “I just want to make sure we’re not leaving that house without taking care of Lorea.”

Tom replies, “if he’s there like he’s supposed to be, we’ll get him.” They exchange a glance before Tom addresses the room again, “we leave at 0300.”

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