#letter to Armando

[tina-aumont]

Bervely Hills, el 14 de noviembre de 1944

Querido primo Armando:

Con inmenso placer recibí hace tres días tu cariñosa cartita y tu foto y la foto del primo Isidoro que tanto se parece al pobre tío Joaquín (q. e. p. e.).

Tu carta y tu retrato estaban esperando en casa, pues yo estaba en Nueva York adonde fui a hacer una aparición en la Radio y al mismo tiempo ir a buscar a mis hermanas Ada, Consuelo y Lucita las cuales están como yo contentísimas de encontrarse con un primito tan simpático y elegante.

Yo enseguida que recibí tu primera carta le escribí a mis hermanos y al primo Aquilino para que se pusieran en contacto contigo.

Gracias por el recorte de periódico que me mandaste, eres muy gentil y tengo muchos deseos de conocerte personalmente, tal vez te das un viajecito por estos lares o te veré cuando yo vaya por allá que será tan pronto se acabe esta maldita guerra.

En sobre separado te enviamos las muchachas y yo varias fotos de nosotras, para que tú veas cómo en realidad son tus primitas de América.

Te agradecería infinito si me das la dirección del resto de la familia —de mi prima Australia y los hijos de tía Tomasa la cual me dijo Aquilino el primo, está muerta, ¡la pobre!— ¿Cuántos hijos dejó Tomasa? ¿y Gaudencia?

¿Y están aún vivos los tíos de papá?

¿Cuántos hermanos son usdes.?

¿Adónde están el resto?

¿Y hace mucho tiempo que están en Madrid?

Pásame la dirección del primo Isidoro —desearía escribirle a él también y enviarle unas fotos.

Nosotros somos diez, ¡sí, diez! Cinco hembras y cinco varones. Mamá se mudó a la capital que se llama: Trujillo City y queda sólo cuatro horas de Barahona adonde nacimos nosotros —allá con mamá están todos los hermanos, y la pequeñita que sólo tiene 12 años y se llama Teresita —y es lindísima—, mi hermano Isidorito que es el mayor está con mamá y es un señorito muy simpático pero holgazán, mi hermano Aquilino es el jefe de la familia y el encargado de nuestros negocios que es una plantación y negocios de madera los cuales importamos a Inglaterra y Estados Unidos y en tiempo de paz a Alemania y Holanda, Joaquín está aún en la escuela, lo mismo Luis y Jaime, que acaban de entrar en cursos teóricos —Luis se parece algo a tu foto, y Jaime es muy rubio. Aquilino se parece a papá y es muy alto y guapo. Teresita está también en un colegio, mejor debo decir, convento, muy buena estudiante y habla ya el inglés bastante bien.

Ada, Consuelo y Lucita, las cuales puedes ver en las fotos cómo son, se van a quedar aquí conmigo y tratan de hacer carrera —Lucita quiere ser artista de cine y Consuelo modista diseñadora de trajes y sombreros, y Adita no quiere hacer nada, sólo casarse con un millonario, lo cual no es mala carrera, ¿eh? Pero yo no la fuerzo a hacer nada, ella ya verá cómo le gusta la vida sin trabajar, lo cual aquí es muy difícil de sobrellevar. Aquí todo el mundo trabaja, es un vicio.

Tan pronto se acabe la guerra, mamá piensa ir a vivir a España, tal vez en Barcelona o Teruel y se lleva allá a Luis, Jaime y Teresita y formar hogar adonde está nuestra familia, pues en Santo Domingo no tenemos nosotros a nadie, sólo el primo Aquilino.

Espero, pues, hayas ya visto «Arabian Nights» que fué la primera película estelar que yo hice de importancia, después de ésta hice: White Savage que creo la llaman La Blanca Salvaje ó «La reina de la Selva», «La Mujer Cobra», «Ali Babá», «Alma Gitana” (Gipsy Wildcat), y una en trajes modernos llamada «Bowery to Broadway» (no sé cómo la llamarán en español) y mi último film llamado «La Reina del Nilo», la cual es muy bonita película y de un tecnicolor precioso. Aún no sé cuál será mi próxima.

Ésta es una carta enorme y llena de información, ¿verdad?

Cariñosos abrazos a Isidoro y la demás familia.

Ada, Consuelo y Lucita te envían sus afectuosos saludos.

Cariñosamente, tu prima.

María

~*~*~*~

Beverly Hills, November 14, 1944

Dear cousin Armando:

With immense pleasure I received three days ago your affectionate little letter and your photo and the photo of cousin Isidoro who looks so much like poor uncle Joaquín (r.i.p.).

Your letter and your portrait were waiting at home, because I was in New York where I went to make an appearance on the Radio and at the same time go look for my sisters Ada, Consuelo and Lucita who, like me, are very happy to meet with such a nice and elegant cousin.

As soon as I received your first letter, I wrote to my brothers and cousin Aquilino to get in touch with you.

Thank you for the newspaper clipping you sent me, you are very kind and I really want to meet you personally, maybe you will take a little trip around these parts or I will see you when I go there, which will be as soon as this damn war is over.

In a separate envelope, the girls and I sent you several photos of us, so that you can see what your little cousins from America really look like.

I would be extremely grateful if you would give me the address of the rest of the family—my cousin Australia and Aunt Tomasa's children, whom Aquilino, the cousin, told me is dead, poor thing!—How many children did Tomasa leave behind? And Gaudencia?

And are Dad's uncles still alive?

How many brothers are you?

Where are the rest?

And have they been in Madrid for a long time?

Give me cousin Isidoro's address—I would like to write to him too and send him some photos.

We are ten, yes, ten! Five females and five males. Mom moved to the capital called: Trujillo City and it is only four hours from Barahona where we were born - all the siblings are there with Mom, and the little one who is only 12 years old and her name is Teresita - and she is very cute - my Brother Isidorito, who is the eldest, is with mother and is a very nice but lazy young man. My brother Aquilino is the head of the family and in charge of our business, which is a plantation and wood business which we import to England and the United States. in peacetime to Germany and Holland, Joaquín is still in school, as are Luis and Jaime, who have just started theoretical courses —Luis looks something like your photo, and Jaime is very blonde. Aquilino looks like dad and is very tall and handsome. Teresita is also in a school, I should say, a convent, a very good student and she already speaks English quite well.

Ada, Consuelo and Lucita, who you can see in the photos what they are like, are going to stay here with me and try to make a career - Lucita wants to be a film artist and Consuelo a dressmaker, a designer of suits and hats, and Adita doesn't want to do anything, just marry a millionaire, which isn't a bad career, eh? But I don't force her to do anything, she will see how she likes life without working, which is very difficult to cope with here. Here everyone works, it's a vice.

As soon as the war is over, Mom plans to go live in Spain, perhaps in Barcelona or Teruel and she will take Luis, Jaime and Teresita there and make a home where our family is, because in Santo Domingo we have no one, only cousin Aquilino.

I hope, then, that you have already seen "Arabian Nights" which was the first major star film that I made, after this I made: "White Savage", which I think they call "The Wild White" or "The Queen of the Jungle", "Cobra Woman", «Ali Baba», «Alma Gitana» (Gipsy Wildcat), and one in modern costumes called «Bowery to Broadway» (I don't know what they will call it in Spanish) and my latest film called «The Queen of the Nile», which It is a very beautiful film and a beautiful technicolor. I still don't know what my next one will be.

This is a huge letter full of information, right?

Affectionate hugs to Isidoro and the rest of the family.

Ada, Consuelo and Lucita send you their affectionate greetings.

Kindly, your cousin.

Maria

~*~*~*~

First of some letters that are going to be published here just to know a little bit more about Maria, her family and her relationship she had with his cousin Armando Gracia Sanfiel.

This transcription is possible thanks to @74paris who sent me a document called "Los orígenes turolenses y canarios de la actriz de Hollywood María Montez" written by María Victória Hernández Pérez, courtesy of Cabildo de la Palma.

[armando-triplepapito]

Ooh so close🤏🏼

Till this day I don’t understand how he didn’t figured it out on his own🤦🏻‍♀️

[ladysophiebeckett]

I read you think Freddy knew about Armando and Betty or at least suspected something weird was going on (Wilson most likely too). At Inesita’s house, it was obvious that something was happening to Armando and it had to do with Betty, but the night at the bar the day she returned to Ecomoda, do you think Freddy suspected that Armando had feelings for Betty? We, as the audience, know that everything Freddy said about having a loved one looking more beautiful than ever and picturing them with someone else at that very moment was painful, which voiced out loud exactly what Armando was thinking judging by his reactions, but do you think Freddy picked up on that?

El Cuartel should have discussed this piece of gossip with Freddy because they notice Betty is being really cold with Armando and know they definitely had a falling out, but Freddy knows for a fact that Armando supports her presidency and admires her a lot, and also gets really defensive about her (well they all know that because they saw how upset he became with the dude that wanted to dance with Betty who wouldn’t take no for an answer). Anyways, I just can’t believe they didn’t suspect anything sooner. I guess this is one of the most unbelievable parts tbh or how about when Armando went insane trying to contact Betty when they told him she was gonna quit and yet they still didn’t think his feelings were genuine? Even after they found out he broke up with Marcela for good, didn’t do anything with Alejandra, not even Inesita, of all people, dared to think he was jealous for real? (She does pick up on this later when she sees his desperation, but not before he had a breakdown and destroyed Mario’s office). I’ve seen people say Armando and Mario share one brain cell, but also El Cuartel sometimes 😂

I can't take credit for the Freddy knowing addition, one of my mutuals added that and i had to go back the episode to confirm. And also super agree(!!). If Freddy suspected it at Inesita's house, then the scene in bar the night of Betty's return confirms it. let me get the caps:

like why is freddy saying 'y, usted?' for? he knows that something happened between them but freddy is discrete. (like, everyone at ecomoda knows about armando's infidelities towards marcela, why wouldn't Freddy, who takes care of armando's car, has access to armando's apartment and probably took care of that dog that disappeared---why wouldn't he know about betty and armando?). he's the closest employee to armando that's not betty.

going back to the bar convo--yes i think Freddy picked up on it, lol.

el curatel was never gonna discuss that with freddy bc, well they didnt know he had important information, but also bc he was only sometimes an honorary member. they themselves wouldn't have discussed this with freddy bc they would say its not his business. (son cosas de mujeres). cuartel loves gossip but they're hit and miss with their investigations. they never suspected be The Quiet One to be having an affair with her boss (this aside from the fact that Betty is 'ugly' (we know she isn't but thats how they perceive her).

Bertha is actually the closest person in el cuartel to finding out about the affair. She literally saw them leave the exhibit together and Armando shut her down quick from saying anything to Marcela. So it's very convenient that she gets sent away bc of her pregnancy right when everything at la junta directiva is coming to light. convenient also that her return to ecomoda is also the day that betty returns to ecomoda. the one person that could have pieced part of it together while armando was on a binge and betty was away, was also missing in action.

Regarding when not believing Armando and not telling him where Betty is--I think part of it is that they know what he did and that doesn't exactly give them incentive to help him (on top of Betty giving instructions not to tell him). At least that's how Aura Maria feels about it, bc she's the one who doesn't waver and also the last one to support Armando at the end (I mean the eps of the arrival of Michel).

They're not completely dumb bc whenever Betty is sad or upset, they notice it but they never know the reason why bc Betty wont tell them. Tho they're heart is often times in the right place, they're very nosey and get caught very easily. That's why Betty doesn't tell them everything. (probably why Freddy doesnt either).

[tunnelsystem]

Mario and Armando’s greatest failing is that they SWEAR that they’re the master manipulator of any woman they meet. just with what we see in the show, we see them attempt to manipulate Patricia, Sandra, and Betty (only counting main cast members). and out of all of those? none of them were successful. but they don’t know that. they dont know that the entire time Patricia was leaking information and Sandra was lying. or they don’t find out until it’s too late. but they never ask themselves, am i messing with a woman’s life and feelings for absolutely nothing?

[drrestlesshate]

Armando Testa

[exaltedfuzz]

AceAttober day 27: Wound

[ID]A portrait oriented, sequential illustration based on dialogue spoken by Lana Skye from Ace Attorney, which is written in capital letters across the piece. At the top, it reads "Even though he was already dead", next to Lana's hand, gloved, which is gripping a knife. The background is black. Underneath, the same hand illustration is duplicated, with higher saturation and motion blur created with raking brush strokes, accompanied by the text "My hands were shaking at the thought". Underneath, the hand illustration is again duplicated, again at a higher saturation, without motion blur, now with the knife handle visible on the other side of the thumb (indicating that her hand slipped). The text reads "of stabbing him." The background is still black, but in the foreground in front of the hand, beams of light lead into a white background, on which text reads "That's why", above dripping blood. Underneath, the background fades to black again, with Lana's hand in the foreground again, saturated blue at the fingertips and drawn much more roughly, with a double-vision effect on the outline, which is thick black raked lines. There is a red raked line across her hand, and underneath it a cut across her palm is visible, which has also cut open her glove. Some of her palm skin is visible. Across her hand, it reads "I ended up cutting my hand." She holds her right hand at the wrist with her left, her thumb pressed into the base of her palm. Her wrist is visible underneath the glove, with a blue vein visible down the middle of it. [End ID]

Bonus: inspired by a piece by Theo van den Boogaard (and this picture)

[ID] Sketch of Jake Marshall, Lana Skye, Mia Fey, and Diego Armando looking at each other and thinking, "What a beauty!" Jake is looking at Lana, Lana is looking at Mia, Mia is looking at Diego, and Diego is looking at Jake. [End ID]

Thank you to @quailfence for the second description!!

[lovexjoe]

how would Armando react if he misses his girlfriend (the beautiful and sexy reader) while he is in prison? And when he comes out he desperately wants to see her And he's hungry for touch and dying to touch her 🔥🔥

Your 🐱 gonna need the ER when he’s done

Warnings: all the above cause this about to be dutty!!! 18+ cause ngl I wrote some nasty nasty

Y/N and Armando wrote letters back and forth since he’s been locked away

You were secretly happy that Mike and Marcus needed his help on this case because it meant him being free even for a little.

Visits were hard because the kisses and the hand holding could only hold you off for so long

You slipped him some nude Polaroids that he could jack off to when he was alone in his cell.

“Fuck mami when I’m out of here it’s you and me all night”

A few days went by and you haven’t heard anything from Mike or Marcus. You were worried and Kelly suggested you stayed with them just in case. That’s when they popped up on the news. No way…

Within a few hours of you pacing, they popped in through the front door and you immediately wrapped your arms around him. Showering him with kisses all over his face.

“You smell like straight caca but I was so worried” Y/N said causing everyone to laugh. Armando already a lost puppy following you around.

“Oh my god he’s like a dog Mike, tf wrong with your son?!” Marcus says to Mike as they watch Armando kiss on your shoulder.

“That boy in love, let him live”

After explaining the plan, you guys ended up heading back to your house. Armando grabbing and slapping your ass as you open the front door

“You my stinky redneck, need a shower” Shoving a towel to his chest and shooing him away.

“Baby! There’s no more body wash” You could’ve swore you put a new one in this morning, but you honestly couldn’t remember.

“I’m sorry baby here you go” Holding your arm out with the body wash trying not to get wet, Armando smirks as he pulls you into the shower.

The sight of seeing him naked after being in prison for almost 2 years, your pussy immediately clenched. The water cascading down his perfectly fit body. Your eyes welled up with tears, you didn’t think this day would come so soon and you didn’t want it to end it.

“I’m here now baby no need for tears.” He wipes your tears away wanting nothing more to be here in this moment with you for the rest of your lives. You had a beautiful soul that loved all his flaws and my god were you sexy. He wouldn’t admit it but he prayed every day in prison that you were protected and that he’ll see you soon.

You pulled him close as you kissed him. Your tongue slipping into his mouth the taste of toothpaste still lingers. He pulls your shirt off, ripping your bra in half and earning a little moan from you. God you loved when he’s like this. Animalistic. He took what he wanted and made you a moaning whimpering mess.

He made hickeys on all over your neck and breast, playing and biting your nipples. He cups them suspiciously, not use to them overflowing his hand.

“Fuck, they got bigger. Eres perfecta mami” As he sucks on your nipples, you begin to stroke him missing the sounds he use to make for you. You got down on your knees, the water making your skin glisten. Your tongue teasing his tip, causing him to groan. His length is so long and thick, you knew he was gonna stretch you out all night. You slapped his length against your tongue, keeping eye contact with him. He swore he was gonna lose his mind and you barely even done anything.

“Fuck my mouth daddy” You brought his hands up to your head and signal him to grab your hair. He looked into your eyes for reassurance and you nodded your head eagerly: wanting to be his submissive girl for the night. He grips your hair firmly, keeping your head still as he pumps his length in and out your mouth. You took it like a good girl for him, the moans escaping his mouth only encouraged you to deep throat him more. He didn’t want to cum just yet, but your eyes told him it’s okay and he let himself go. His muscles start to flex as he works through his orgasm releasing his warm nut into your mouth. He taste so fucking good. You swallowed, smiling to yourself that you brought him to release so quick. He picked up on that little smile and boy were you in for it.

He pushes you against the shower wall, ripping your leggings open, exposing your red little thong. The same one in a few of those Polaroids you sneaked him. He wanted to hear you beg for him tonight. He pulls on the red material causing it to press up against your clit. You let out a soft gasp.

“Please I’ve been good” Your voice a little sore after that blowjob. You arch your ass out to him more, begging to feel his tongue on you again. He turns the shower off and slaps your ass: picking you up bridal style and carrying you over to the edge of your bed. You threw the remaining of your clothes across the room and he laughs. His eager little princess, legs spread and he starts to admire you. You’ve been taking care of yourself since he’s been locked away. Pulling you closer, he gets down on his knees, wrapping your legs around his shoulder and starts to suck on your clit working his tongue down your wet folds.

Your body completely working against your mind as you came a few times against your will. Oh you missed him so much.

“You taste so fucking sweet mami”

Slipping two fingers into you slowly, you forget touching yourself is completely different from his hands. You felt yourself starting to squirt, you couldn’t even help it. Your mind was mush and you haven’t even had sex yet.

“A-Armando! I need you please” He keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you as he hovers over you.

“Beg for me” Whispering against your whimpering lips

“P-please!” He slips a 3rd finger in and you completely lose it. You couldn’t even speak, you lifted your hips slightly to work your pussy on his fingers. What a fucking sight to see.

“Good girl, mi princesa. Such a good fucking girl for me”

You ride out your last orgasm before he aligns himself at your entrance. Something about this moment felt so special, so real. Armando couldn’t believe he found someone like you. No one would ever wait for a man in prison or even talk to him knowing what the fuck he’s done: but here you are. You made him feel safe and loved. That life was worth living after all. He tucks your hair behind your ear and just gazes at everything he’s prayed for.

“Te amo tanto mi vida. ¿Quieres casarte conmigo?" (I love you so much, my life. Will you marry me?)

You couldn’t believe it. You never knew what your future holds with Armando. You hoped that it would be marriage and kids but with everything he’s been through you accepted that maybe that wasn’t meant to be. You put that dream away and lock it up, but now….it was yours.

“Yes. I love you baby. I love you so much.” The kiss alone made your stomach do back flips. You felt him slowly slip the tip in. Both of you gasping at the sensation before he fully thrust his length into you.

“You’re so fucking tight” He holds you close as your pussy clenches with each thrust. You two were not going to last long. He lifts both of your legs on his shoulder to allow himself to get as deep as he could. Your moans the only thing holding him back from cumming again. He wants to talk you through it.

“You’re taking me so well mamita”

“I know it’s big you can take it though”

“Tan hermosa baby” (so beautiful)

“Cum for me, let go I’ve got you”

In that moment you both held each other and let go. The sloppy kisses and thrusts slowed down as he lays on top of you, still inside you. You kissed his forehead.

“Nice job mi jefe” You pinched his cheek causing him to blush for the first time. Mi jefe huh? I think he could get use to that.

[shurisgf]

BEST PART — A. ARETAS ✩

ೃ⁀➷ SUMMARY; in which , armando gets a tattoo of your name on his chest. | FEAT. Armando Aretas x POC!fem!reader | TROPE established relationship| FORMAT oneshot | GENRE fluff | WARNINGS none | NOTES sb told me to turn my idea into a oneshot , so here it is !

🎧 for an enhanced experience , listen to Best Part — H.E.R

Armando had been gone most of the day. His excuse was saying that he was busy doing work at the station, when in reality, he was at the tattoo shop. Getting a tattoo of your name above his heart, because you always told him that your heart would forever and always belong to him. He wanted to get the tattoo as a sign of commitment to you and as a promise that he wears your heart on his chest, and would never intentionally cause you any harm. You are the love of his life, and he might not be as good at showing it or expressing his feelings in an articulate way, but this he knew he could do.

Arriving home, he found you in the bedroom all cuddled up in bed, watching some movie you’d put on.

“Hi baby,” You paused your movie, sitting up in bed, opening your arms signaling to him that you wanted a hug. He smiled at you as soon as he saw you, walking over to where you were and giving you a hug. He then picked you up from the bed and held you up, his hands just under your ass.

“I have a surprise for you beautiful,” He started, putting you down, holding your hand as he walked towards the bathroom. He began to take off his shirt, and you looked at him sideways.

“This is your big surprise…?” You questioned him, he laughed at your confused expression in the mirror. Once his shirt was off you saw his chest wrapped in cling film, wondering what it was. “Ven a quitarlo.” His face filled with excitement, knowing that you would love what he’d done. You walked over as he made room for you to stand in front of him by the counter. Your left hand rested on his bare chest, while your right gently peeled back the film on his chest.

Pulling back the film, your mouth dropped. Seeing your name on his chest placed above his heart. With a tiny crown above the last letter of your name. “Baby,” your eyes welled with tears, and Armando immediately comforted you knowing how much this meant to both you and him. “Shh, don’t cry babe,” He laughed a bit, loving the fact that you loved his new tattoo. “You always say your heart belongs to me, ahora lo mio te pertenece.” He placed a soft kiss on your forehead, whispering, “I love you.”

GLOSSARY !

Ven a quitarlo — Come pull it off.

Ahora lo mio te pertenece — Now mine belongs to you.

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[ghettogirly]

hiii (: can you do a armando headcanon on how he acts if he has a crush on you?

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍 -> HOW HE WOULD ACT WHEN HAVING A CRUSH ON YOU.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊!𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄!𝐎𝐂 (Y/N BURNETT)

[🕷️] warning: mature language, use of weapons, mention of a inappropriate lifestyle (cartel), family issues, mention of abandonment, Armando is going to be a little aggressive.

[🕷️] Authors note: Hope you enjoy!

[🕷️] 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔:

-> When he first saw you at the house with Kelly and Dorn when his father brought him there, he was attracted to you.

-> You obviously hated him of course, he tried to kill your father a couple years back.

-> However, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. There was something different.

-> You had beautiful curly hair, your coils being tight forming a C-shape. Your eyes were a deep, dark brown while your lips were full and two toned.

-> He noticed the similarities between you and your dad, however, you was more the serious one out of the two. You hardly cracking that many jokes while your dad was sitting there laughing at life.

-> Maybe that’s partly his fault as you was a LOT more tense around him, not taking your eye off the male wherever he went.

-> was that a sense of attraction too though?

[🕷️] 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔:

-> when he first spoke to you, he was rude.

-> you was ranting to Mike about the potential dangers of being here which resulted in an argument with your Dad when he failed to listen to your side. However, he eventually got you to calm down and hear him out.

-> “She better be calm.”

-> “What the fuck did you just say?”

-> So, it did not go off to a great start.

-> Eventually, he got little sentences out of you. Whether that was making you explain the plan from the top to him again or to explain how to work something. He was always asking you questions. You eventually got sick of his persistence to talk to you,

-> Do you ever stop fucking talking?!”

-> That pissed him off. However, he couldn’t really allow himself to somehow retaliate, only feeling a sense of frustration yet guilt for your reaction towards him.

-> “Perdóname. I simply just wanted to know how my father was like before i came into the picture.”

-> That silenced you, the sentiment coming from out his mouth that you thought be was incapable of doing. Apologising, you decide to give him a chance.

-> “He was…”

[🕷️] 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐔𝐓:

-> this was the worst part for him.

-> he’s not a man to actually crave a relationship with a girl, especially to ask them out. they usually come flocking to him.

-> however, he found himself unable to hide his feelings for you. finding that one person who actually completes him fully and makes his day. he hates you for it.

-> it reminds him of his dysfunctional family. his father and his mother and how they were ok too of the world before his father sold his mother away. the perfect couple destroyed by a deadly betrayal leading to a web of lies and ultimately where he is today.

-> it would be a conflicting battle for him to eventually come to grips with his feelings. yet, i think he would be unable to verbally say them so he would have to write his emotions down in a letter.

-> the letter would be a symphony of words coming from his realisation of how and why he is the way he is, descending down to his feelings for you. the passion burning through the piece of paper as you take a journey through his hectic life.

-> the battle of abandonment issues to his anger for the world.

-> how could you really say no to his confession?

[🕷️] 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄:

-> he would take you to a fancy restaurant.

-> initially Armando would want to impress you and show you the ways of his impressive cartel connections before he was eventually caught and forced to leave it behind.

-> he would at first treat you as any random girl, thinking you would be impressed at the high calibre restaurant. but you wanted more than that.

-> you wanted the child Armando, the little kid inside who was unable to express himself as he had no-one to confide in. You wanted to see the things he enjoyed.

-> Then he took you to a park. Your “real” date.

-> It has street vendors of all the Mexican food you could think of, showing you the happiness and flavours of his culture.

-> This was the man you wanted to see.

[storiesaplenty]

A request if you will ... What if Armando meets this bubbly person who got on his nerves. her eyes always lightened up every time she was in his presence, she fell first and he fell harder. Straight concrete. The way she looked at him, the way his body responds to her. Even if he had a hard time showing it, his eyes said different things. It wasn't always love on his end because he was so focused on revenge for his mom. She put the pieces together that his mother was lying. He pushed her away but she was always there even if he didn't know

He was her weakness.

Bad Boys Masterlist

My Weakness

Armando Aretas x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: mentions Armando killing. His past crimes but it is just pure fluff.

Requested by anonymous. I hope you like it

WC : 1026

©️ storiesaplenty 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

Summary: Armando met you while planning to take down Mike Lowrey, as you are a waitress at a small diner. After seeing his bike on the news, you confront him, trying to convince him not to do this, but he didn't listen. Not until it was too late.

I kept my head down, making sure that my hat was covering my face, as well as the the sun glasses.

It was a sunny day as I stood outside her job.

I could see her smiling at the customers as she took their orders.

I still remember when I first met her.

It was at this very diner.

I became a regular here and she was my regular waitress.

She asked me for my name, and because I already knew hers, I figured I should tell her mine.

I would see the way how she would look at me, her eyes would light up when I would walk through the doors, the bell signalling that a customer has come in.

I would see the way how she would make sure I would sit in her section, and she would be all over me.

My cup was never empty, she would constantly tell me that my meal was on her.

I tried to ignore the way how my stomach would flutter when I would see her walking towards me.

Or when she would say my name, and knew exactly how I liked my coffee.

But I was in town for a reason, and I did not need to be distracted by someone who I would never see again.

But when I shot Mike that night, she seemed to know it was my bike, when the video I took was all over the news.

I was sitting in my usual booth, eating my food when I saw a shadow next to me.

I looked over and saw it was her.

She was staring at me, with a look I have never seen before on her face.

At the time, I didn't realise it was disappointment.

"What are you looking at?" I muttered under my breath.

"I know it was you Armando."

"I have no idea what you are talking about." I went back to scrolling through my phone, trying to ignore the way how my heart was trying to beat out my chest.

She sat across from me in the booth, and I noticed she wasn't wearing her uniform, so she must not be working.

"You told me you were in town to help your mom with something. Armando, please don't do this." She reached across the table to grab my hand that was placed on the table.

I moved my hand back, just out of her reach.

"Stay out of this." I stood up, and threw some bills on the table to cover my tab.

She followed me outside.

"Armando, you are better than this. She is just using you. Please stop before anyone else gets hurt."

I stopped walking and turned around to face her.

"If you know what is good for you, stay the fuck away from me." I snarled through gritted teeth.

"You don't mean that." She said, seeing right through me, but I was already walking around from her.

Believing I would never see her again.

◆

But as I spent time in jail, she was the only person who I thought about.

Not even my mother and how she lied to me for years.

Not even the man, who is my actually father, Mike Lowrey.

It was just her.

I thought about writing to her.

Sending a letter to the dinner and telling her how she was right, and maybe if I had the guts, I would tell her how I feel about her.

Then all that shit went down with Mike and Marcus, and now I am on the run.

But I found myself going back to that same diner, day after day, watching her.

I could see that her smile never reached her eyes like before.

She wasn't as bubbly as she was before.

But I had to move on, as I knew I would be caught if I stayed here much longer.

◆

I waited until the end of her shift, and watched from across the way to see when she would leave.

As expected, she walked out the front door at 8:05, just like every time she works.

She didn't live far from her work, only a few blocks, so she walks.

I thought I was staying far back enough, but she must have known she was being followed.

She turned around to look at me, and she was going to say something as an angry look came over her face, but I took of my sunglasses and her eyes got real wide.

She whispered my name and covered her mouth, not believing it was me.

I took a few steps towards her, trying gauge her reaction to me getting closer, but she ran towards me and wrapped her arms around me.

I wrapped my arms around her, not believing that she didn't run away in terror.

"Armando." She said as she cupped my cheek with her hand.

"I should have listened to you." Was all I said as I leaned into her hand, turning my head slightly to kiss her palm.

"Yes, you should have." She said, smiling at me.

"I knew you didn't want to do this. Not really. I could see with the way how you would look at me."

"Even when I told you to leave me the fuck alone?" I still remember the hurt that came over her face.

"Yes, even then. Your face said one thing, but your eyes Armando, they always said another."

I couldn't stop myself.

I kissed her, and she kissed me back even harder.

I pulled her closer to me, not wanting this to ever end, but then someone walked by saying that we should get a room.

"Shit, your still on the run. Let's go to my place."

She held held my hand, as the two of us walked through the crowd, with my head down and the sunglasses back on.

From time to time, I would see her look back at me, and she would be smiling at me.

I kept my face neutral, but she knew how I was feeling.

She knew me and she knew she would be forever my weakness as I am hers.

[probablyintensemuses]

Someone To Stay:

Armando Aretas

🎧- Someone To Stay: Vancouver Sleep Clinic

pairings: Armando Aretas x Black reader

themes: angst, slight fluff, lots of violence

warnings: (18+) attempted sexual assault, gore and blood, violence and cursing, mentions of sexual assault and violence.

authors note: Inspired by that one scene from the last of us between Eli, David, and Joel. Ifykyk

Two rules of being on a mission: never have any secrets, and never go anywhere alone.

You’re not even ten minutes into this bust with your team, AMMO, and you’ve already broken both.

For good reason, though.

A fact: The man you were hunting ran a dangerous fentanyl cartel that’s been running deep within Miami and needed to be stopped.

An unknown: this man killed your parents and assaulted you all in the same night fifteen years ago. And ever since then, he’s been sending you letters on your birthday hoping, that one day, you’ll scream for him to stop again.

So as crept up the stares of his Miami mansion, away from your team, you had different plans on how his wishes would play out.

It would end in him screaming for you to stop.

Kicking in the door of the master bedroom, you hold your gun steady, doing a keep sweep of the entry way, then the bathroom.

Nothing.

You holster your gun and walk back towards the entrance of the bedroom. You’re just about to leave when something on the nightstand catches your attention.

A photo.

A happy fucking family photo of the man who ruined your life, his wife, and two girls.

You wondered if he thought about that fact that your parents had two girls just like that when he was on top of you, taking every ounce of you.

Angered, you turn and slam the picture against the floor. Shards shatter and spray, something like your heart did all those nights ago.

“What was that?” Armando says over the coms.

You’re just about to respond when a creak on the floor catches your attention.

You whip around and come face to face with the devil who ruined you.

“Well that wasn’t very nice of you.” He says, smirking.

Armando calls your name over the coms, followed by Kelly, Dorn, and Mike.

You don’t answer. Instead you switch off your coms and cameras.

You don’t need them to hear or see what you have planned.

“I’m not nice.’ You unholster your gun. “Not anymore.”

“I can see that,’ he says, circling you like a predator. Good thing you weren’t his prey, not anymore. “God, you grew up, didn’t you? So beautiful.” He licks his lips.

“Shut the fuck up!” You shout, hands shaky and full of sweat as memories from that night flood you. The smell of him like burning whiskey, his sick laugh as he crushed your innocence in one push, the weight of him on top of you.

You shake your head, clearing your conscious as best as you can, zoning in on him.

He fucking does here.

“So you became a cop to what? Avenge your parents?”

“Yeah, actually.’ You step up. “And so when I put a bullet between your eyes no one will think twice about it.”

“Is that so?” He says backing into his dresser, hand behind his back.

“Fuck yeah.” You growl.

“That’s really unfortunate,’ he says, circling you again.

“And why’s that?” You frown.

“Because you’d need to be alive to do that, right?” He lunges at you, brandishing a knife before cutting your wrist.

You screech, dropping your gun and holding your bleeding wrists.

He stalks over to you, dropping to his knees, enclosing you in his grip with your hands above your head.

You kick and scream, hoping your team would find you before this sick animal devoured you whole.

“You see, I never thought you’d have the balls to come see me again.’ He laughs, the same burning whiskey blowing on your face as he speaks. “But I’m glad you did.’ He grinds his hard on against your thigh. “Real glad.”

“No!” You scream, kicking against him. It’s no use though, he’s much stronger and bigger than you.

Your heart slammed against your chest and felt like you couldn’t breathe. You felt like it was that night all over again.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You wouldn’t be that scared girl anymore, at least not in front of him.

Your head turns and you look up. Not to far from where he has you pinned you see the knife he used on you.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath.

This was for your parents.

For your family.

For your innocence.

You watch as he unbuttons his pants, starting to pull them off.

“I really am getting my wish, aren’t I.” He says, letting one of your hands free so that he can unbutton his pants.

You reach for the knife, grab it and squeeze the handle tight.

He pulls out his member and your eyes go wild with adrenaline. “You’re going to scream sto—,”

Blood drizzles down the handle of the blade and onto the floor and he gurgles.

You stand, chest heaving, and snatch it out of his neck.

You impale him again in the chest, knocking him over.

On top, you lift the knife up high before driving it down into his heart.

Blood splatters onto your face and mouth.

Your blood curling screams mixed with the squelch of blood and organs reverberating off the walls as you continue to stab.

In and out.

In and out.

In and out.

In and out.

You don’t stop until a strong arm wraps around your torso, pulling you away from his body.

“Stop, get off of me!” You scream, punching at them.

“Para! Para!” The voice shouts. “It’s just me.”

It takes you a minute to focus on the face in front of you, but once it’s clear you realize it’s Armando.

Suddenly your arms become heavy and you drop the knife, wrapping your arms tight around his neck.

“Shh,’ he says, caressing your blood soaked hair. “I’m here now.”

You whimper, letting the pain of fifteen years out as you into his shoulders

He pulls you back and cups your cheeks. “What happened here?”

You turn, your eyes guiding Armando to the horror of what happened.

You break down again, and Armando pulls you into his arms. Holding you.

“Está bien, Está bien.” He says. “I’m here now, babygirl. I’m here now.”

Words feel far away, so you say nothing. You just cling to Armando, letting him lift and carry you away from this house of horrors.

His arms are the only place you felt safe, and you were glad they were around you right now.

[tina-aumont]

Gabinete Telegráfico. Ministerio de la Gobernación. Madrid. España

18 de noviembre de 1945.

Mi querido primo Armando.

Hace días estoy por contestarte tu afectuosa carta, pero he estado tan sumamente ocupada terminando a la carrera mi último film «Tánger» antes que el «peligro de expansión» (debido al bebé que estoy esperando en Febrero) sea más obvio, y cuando regresaba a casa estaba tan fatigada que todo lo que podía hacer era comer y dormir. Pero a Dios gracias, terminé el film ayer y estoy libre ahora para descansar y escribir a mi familia y amigos y preparar la mursey para el baby.

Naturalmente Jean Pierre y yo estamos extáticos con el bendito evento. Lamento decirte que tu carta de Canarias no ha llegado, tal vez se perdió, así que dame otra vez la información que en ella me dabas, tengo al respecto una enorme curiosidad.

Estos son los nombres de mis hermanos y fecha de nacimiento:

Isidoro Rafael Gracia y Vidal, 3 de abril de 1911.

Aquilino Mario Gracia y Vidal, Mayo 14 1914.

Joaquín David Gracia y Vidal, Agosto 26 1915.

Luis Antonio Gracia y Vidal, Junio 10 1923.

Jaime Enrique Gracia y Vidal, Agosto 24 1925.

Nacidos en Barahona- Republica Dominicana.

Nombre de mi mamá: María Teresa Vidal y de Santos Silas.

No dejes de mandarme una copia del árbol genealógico, y toda la información respecto a la familia Gracia.

¡Qué viaje tan bonito te distes de vacaciones!

Mi hermano Aquilino, que es un chico muy bien, se casará en diciembre con una chica andaluza llamada Mary […] de Haro, muy graciosa y llena de chispa, y después ellos van a venir a buscar trabajo y fortuna en Norte América y le deja el negocio de la familia a Isidoro y Joaquín. Jaime y Luis están en la Universidad estudiando. Yo tengo intensiones de mandar a mamá a España a fines del año entrante cosa de que Jaime, Luis y Teresita (la más pequeña de nosotros y una preciosa chiquilla) tengan una buena oportunidad de estudiar en una gran Universidad española. ¿Es la vida muy cara allá en Madrid? ¿Cómo es Zaragoza, hay buena Universidad allá?

Te agradecería infinito si me das detalles al respecto —cuánto cuesta al mes en Madrid o Zaragoza un apartamento chico o una casa bien de alquiler, y qué tal es la vida por allá, adónde está la mejor Universidad y qué clase de clima se goza.

No te olvides en tu próxima de darme las direcciones de mi familia de Canarias, me gustaría escribirles unas carticas y dame detalles de cuántos quedan, si están casados, o solteros […].

Te diré que Adita, Consuelo y Lucita son unas holgazanas de mil diablos, así que perdónalas si no te escriben, ellas son unas corresponsales pésimas, pero te quieren y recuerdan siempre con sincero afecto.

Lo que me dices de mi popularidad en España me halaga mucho y me hace feliz.

Naturalmente yo estoy imposibilitada de viajar por un tiempo, pero después de febrero tomaré unas vacaciones e iré a Europa más cuando Jean Pierre regresará a Francia a filmar una película en francés, esto si Dios y la Metro […] (el trabajo para la M. G. M.) así […] que entonces te veré.

Mi suegro no llegó a Madrid por eso no te llamó.

Mi esposo acaba de terminar un film con Ginger Rogers llamado «Latido del Corazón» (Hearbeat) y comienza en diciembre un film en tecnicolor sobre la vida de Rimsky Korsakov, lo cual lo tiene muy contento.

¿Quiénes son ahora los novelistas de moda en España? Los mejores libros? Dime, pues aquí nada se oye al respecto, y me gustaría saberlo.

El primo Aquilino está lo más tristón, tengo entendido; como sabes, se casó con una dominicana (no de alto rasgo social […]) y la chica se le volvió loca al dar a luz, ¡el pobre!

¿Qué te cuentas de nuevo?

Yo acabo de firmar un magnífico contrato con la Universal por siete años con todas las cláusulas que yo quería, lo cual es una buena noticia, ¿eh?

A mí me gusta mucho mi último film «Tánger»; en ella soy una madrileña y bailarina, es una película moderna y de intriga […], y en ella tengo trajes preciosos […]; mis galanes son Robert Paige y Preston Foster. No te olvides mandarme todos los detalles respecto a nuestro abolengo. Cariñosos recuerdos a Isidoro —las muchachas te saludan y lo mismo Jean Pierre.

Cariñosamente,

María.

~*~*~*~

Telegraph Cabinet. Ministry of the Interior. Madrid. Spain

November 18, 1945.

My dear cousin Armando.

I've been about to answer your affectionate letter for days, but I've been so extremely busy rushing to finish my latest film "Tangier" before the "danger of expansion" (due to the baby I'm expecting in February) becomes more obvious, and when I got home I was so tired that all I could do was eat and sleep. But thank God, I finished the film yesterday and I'm free now to rest and write to my family and friends and prepare the mursey for the baby.

Naturally Jean Pierre and I are ecstatic with the blessed event. I'm sorry to tell you that your letter from the Canary Islands has not arrived, perhaps it was lost, so give me the information you gave me again, I am extremely curious about it.

These are my siblings' names and date of birth:

Isidoro Rafael Gracia y Vidal, April 3, 1911.

Aquilino Mario Gracia y Vidal, May 14, 1914.

Joaquín David Gracia y Vidal, August 26, 1915.

Luis Antonio Gracia y Vidal, June 10, 1923.

Jaime Enrique Gracia y Vidal, August 24, 1925.

Born in Barahona- Dominican Republic.

My mother's name: María Teresa Vidal y de Santos Silas.

Be sure to send me a copy of the family tree, and all the information regarding the Gracia family.

What a beautiful vacation trip you took!

My brother Aquilino, who is a very good boy, will marry in December an Andalusian girl named Mary […] de Haro, very funny and full of spark, and then they are going to come to look for work and fortune in North America and he leaves the family business to Isidoro and Joaquín. Jaime and Luis are at the University studying. I have intentions of sending mom to Spain at the end of next year so that Jaime, Luis and Teresita (the youngest of us and a beautiful little girl) have a good opportunity to study at a great Spanish University. Is life very expensive there in Madrid? What is Zaragoza like, is there a good university there?

I would be extremely grateful if you could give me details about it—how much a small apartment or a good rental house costs per month in Madrid or Zaragoza, and what life is like there, where the best university is and what kind of climate is there.

Don't forget to give me the addresses of my family in the Canary Islands next time, I would like to write them some letters and give me details of how many are left, if they are married, or single […].

I will tell you that Adita, Consuelo and Lucita are lazy as hell, so forgive them if they don't write to you, they are terrible correspondents, but they love you and always remember you with sincere affection.

What you tell me about my popularity in Spain flatters me a lot and makes me happy.

Naturally I am unable to travel for a while, but after February I will take a vacation and go to Europe more when Jean Pierre will return to France to film a film in French, this is if God and the Metro […] (the work for the M. G. M. ) so […] then I'll see you.

My father-in-law did not arrive in Madrid that is why he did not call you.

My husband just finished a film with Ginger Rogers called "Hearbeat" and is starting a Technicolor film on the life of Rimsky Korsakov in December, which makes him very happy.

Who are the fashionable novelists in Spain now? The best books? Tell me, because here nothing is heard about it, and I would like to know.

Cousin Aquilino is really sad, I understand; As you know, he married a Dominican woman (not of high social character […]) and the girl went crazy when she gave birth, poor thing!

What news have you got?

I just signed a magnificent contract with Universal for seven years with all the clauses I wanted, which is good news, right?

I really like my last film “Tangier”; In it I am a Madrid native and a dancer, it is a modern and intriguing film […], and in it I have beautiful costumes […]; My boyfriends are Robert Paige and Preston Foster. Don't forget to send me all the details regarding our ancestry. Fond regards to Isidoro—the girls greet you and so does Jean Pierre.

Lovingly,

Maria.

~*~*~*~

This transcription is possible thanks to @74paris who sent me a document called “Los orígenes turolenses y canarios de la actriz de Hollywood María Montez” written by María Victória Hernández Pérez, courtesy of Cabildo de la Palma.

Now I have some comments to do...

Maria Montez writes her mum's name as "María Teresa Vidal y de Santos Silas", this fact makes more difficult to trace María Montez mother's family line and even in some biographies María Montez name is wrong listed. Maria's mum real name was Regla María Teresa Vidal Recio.

Now, according to Tom Zimmerman, in his book “The Queen of Technicolor. Maria Montez in Hollywood”:

I've never heard that Regla María Teresa Vidal Recio had Dutch roots, as far as I know she was creole, but nothing else can be found, even if you look at her family tree nothing is known about her ancestors... but why Maria lied about her mums surnames and always told she was so pround of her father being Spanish? I think she wanted to protect her mother from fame, paparazzis? who knows ... she kept that secret with her...

The other striking information is that Maria Montez doesn't give the correct birthdate of her youngest brother Jaime Enrique. Little is known about him as the films were he is supposed to work are really hard to find and checking his passing date and age, the date her sister Maria gave doesn't fit. It's a very known fact that she changed her birthday in all her Hollywood contracts just to make everybody think she was younger - this was a normal thing to do in the 40s just to get a nice contract - and for the same reason, I guess she doesn't give to her close-cousin the birth dates of her sisters, but lying to him about the birth of her youngest brother seemed very strange to me, although it seems she did it deliberately.

Well, I hope little by little we will find more information about the Gracia Family and their ancestors.

[fosterworks-art]

Thought WAY too hard about undergrad Phoenix, and now Amazon thinks I'm a lawyer.

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Just in case you can't read my handwriting, please look below for the notes. The below notes are a tad differently written + there may be some extra info I couldn't put in the sketches.

Page 1 - 18 y/o Phoenix

He majors in Criminology and Studio Art. So his main courses are Criminal Justice & Criminology, and Drawing.

He disappeared sometime after DL-6 and showed up with short hair, living in a duplex.

Studying to be a prosecutor - or cartoonist. His reasoning to becoming a prosecutor is unclear, he gives different answers (He can't do math, money and respect, it's a good job), he does genuinely want to help people through prosecuting, though.

Larry and Phoenix haven't seen each other for eight years, but did exchange letters.

For Larry, I wrote a couple notes for him: Going from job to job (and girl to girl) - Pretty good with tech and mechanics. That's a reference to the Thinker clocks, because it's impressive that he made them.

Page 2 - 19 y/o

Poker Hobbyist

Draws and sells card decks (and doujinshis)

People say he has a great poker face.

Also super friendly, just a doormat.

Friends don't know much about him and he doesn't talk about himself much.

He didn't remember Miles or the class trial until he saw the newspaper

That's when he decides to switch from being a prosecutor to being a defense attorney.

It doesn't change much about school.

Page 3 - 20 y/o

He's been taking summer classes this entire time. So he's a senior by 20.

He's a hard worker, and very tired. But he needs to meet Edgeworth asap.

Starts shrimping

People generally know him as a sweetheart and a softie, and a doormat. His classmates also realize that he could be a bit mean.

Heard about the Armando poisoning, but believed it was a different Dahlia Hawthorne. The one he was dating wouldn't harm a soul.

He trusted his girlfriend more than anyone, but never showed his true face until their last date. (He wore makeup and colored contacts throughout high school and college, only Larry knows what he really looks like.)

Couldn't see each other much, because they were both so busy.

Page 4- Born April 11th, 1993

This is what he looked like before the Doug Swallow trial. I just wanted to draw him when he wasn't sick, because the mask would cover the makeup.

(Just pretend I know what I'm doing with the hospital drawing)

Phoenix's 21st Birthday Presents

Not Guilty verdict

Hospital Bill

Botched Surgery (awake, aware, remembered)

Aversion to chips, pills, and romantic relationships

Friend (Mia Fey)

He didn't stay in the hospital for long and refused medication.

Yes he was in excruciating pain. Yes he finished his exams.

He ate glass, he can take it.

[ladysophiebeckett]

the filler before the letter in lfmb is important for fernando bc it cements how he feels about her. core of it is that he likes spending time with her, he wants to spend time with her. after the commercial shoot is over he wants to spend even more time with her. he wants a do-over date at his house again. he gives his employees two days off so that lety can go to germany with him and not worry about anything. he whisks her away for the weekend unprompted. these are all things he did out of his own free will and desire.

however for lety, the letter really fucks her up in a way that it doesn't in the original. bc the pacing in the original is so fast--bc armando falls in love with betty so fast, he doesn't have time to get his emotions in order. he doesn't have time to truly enjoy being with her the way he wants to be before she finds out the truth. betty doesn't have romantic filler to confuse her bc there's nothing on armando's side to prove or question his previous actions. but lety? she's angry, hurt and confused. everytime fernando is begging for her affections back, there's always a moment where lety's on the verge of believing him until omar's words replay in her head.

[peaxhygirl]

𝙰𝚁𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾 𝙰𝚁𝙴𝚃𝙰𝚂 𝚇 𝙵𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 - 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙼𝙴?

: ̗̀➛𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝙾𝙲

: ̗̀➛𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Armando offers himself as a sacrifice in a heroic effort, but what about the one that loves him?

: ̗̀➛𝙰𝙽: I'm not sure if I'll make Keller a series but I do have a fc in mind so hm.

'I'll go." Keller watched as Armando stepped towards his father. She couldn't see his face, but even from behind she could tell he was on the verge of choking up. "Let my life be worth something." Her eyebrows furrowed, watching the interaction. It came to no surprise when Mike immediately declined Armando's sacrifice.

Despite the idea of her boyfriend willingly being offered up to a murderous psychopath being shot down with haste, her heart still felt like it was in her throat. Beating so hard that it pounded in her ears, overtaking all her senses as her vision began to blur with tears.

"Hey, you okay?" The woman was snapped out of her trance, being met with the sight of her boyfriend who did in fact have tears in his eyes. She glanced around to see everyone had left them to have a private discussion, when had that happened? She didn't know because she could only truly process him being so willing to sacrifice himself.

"You were going to just leave me like that?" Her voice was so low, eye casted so far down that Armando barely heard her. "What?" His voice tender as he stepped closer, placing his hands on her shoulders. "It's okay, I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here." He attempted to bring the shorter woman into a hug only for her to push him away. Tears pooled in her eyes, she now stared up at him, hurt etched across her face. "But you were just about to sacrifice yourself, Armando!"

"You-- you. I haven't seen you in months. Months I spent writing you letters, sending pictures, not even really being able to see you because you were so heavily locked away. Then you get out and you almost get killed, you fought so hard to make it here only to just what? Serve yourself up on a fucking platter?" Keller, who was always an expressive woman had never truly acted like this. She was normally vocal about the things she didn't like unafraid to be stern, would gladly stand in her convictions and say fuck off to those angry black woman stereotypes that got casted on her simply for expressing the same emotions everyone else had.

This was a more deep-rooted hurt. It killed just a small piece of her to hear the man she loved so much be that willing to leave her behind. Granted, it was noble of him. It was probably the most noble thing she'd ever seen a person do, but she couldn't fight off the hurt. "Kell, I was just trying to do the right thing. I play a huge role about why we're in this mess. " He hadn't even thought out his request when he made it. The last thing he wanted to do was leave her, but he could tell by the dismay in her eyes told him that even after this, there'd be some things left to figure out.

When she began to freely cry, he pulled her into his chest, an action that she accepted. Her facing pressing into his God-awful Bud Light shirt that he somehow made look good. "I just don't want you to go." She cried. One hand wrapped around her protectively while the other cradled the back of her head, rubbing it gently. "I'm sorry." He whispered. "I'm sorry." His mumbled into the top of her head.

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The heavy projection from the writers on Betty is crazy.

" I THINK that don Hermes was a bad husband and father, so BETTY will spend almost all of her screen time with him or talking about him highlighting this, regardless of how often Betty said in the original that her dad was the most sacred thing in her life."

"I THINK Armando would be classist towards Betty's family because he's rich, so BETTY will be angry about this even though it was very clear in the original novela that Betty didn't think this and Armando actually preferred don Hermes' parties over his family's"

"I THINK Betty should have felt empowered looking the way she did before the change even though it's extremely clear it was all conformist due to feeling unable to be or have something better due to a lifetime of bullying and that changing was a physical repesentation of her self steem becoming better, so BETTY will claim that going back to the appearence she didn't like is due to empowerment."

"I THINK Betty would have prioritized work and made it the central thing in her life even though the original Betty was 100% a family girl who dreamed of LOVE, so BETTY will claim that she conentrated too much on work and have a broken relationship with her fam."

"I THINK Betty shouldn't give Armando the chance to explain anything, even though in the original she WAITED FOR MONTHS for him to confess the truth abojt the Letter, so BETTY will immediately proceed to divorce him."

Like ??? Do you even know her AT ALL?? EVIDENTLY NO