#my friend told me my spanish sounded like cursive. she did not know what that meant but everyone agreed and so did my brother

[cinnabeat]

i am perpetually haunted by my brother very briefly commenting that he thinks id really like that law guy from one piece and then never elaborating again like PERPETUALLY HAUNTED abt it bc i see that man on my dash every fucking day and im reminded that my brother is probably right and i hate it immensely

[deberiaestarescribiendo]

Saint Jude's Miracle: a Javier Peña x OFC (Isa) FanFic. Chapter III

Summary: After the operation at the border, Javier accepts a task to continue his new partnership with the DEA but that would may affect his marriage with Isa who sees how he’s getting farther and farther away from her.

WC: 4,5k (Ups sorry)

Warnings: angst and domestic Javi cos I like to hurt my feelings, light smut: very light descriptions of oral (female receiving) and p in v sex (I’m trying guys, not very used to write this things in English)

A/N: Hi! This third chapter is a little longer because I didn’t know where to cut without making it just feelings and angst, so I add a little bit of spice and plot. Again thank you so much to the ones that find this and read it, like it and reblog it. It means a lot. And lastly, as usual, this has not been beta’d and I’m sorry for any mistake and bad grammar you find.

Spanish in cursive with translations right after in parenthesis

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Stay

"Jav...what you found at the raid, what you did, my bosses are impressed. They are actually asking me if you’d be up to do this again, maybe they need your formal statement about those documents” Steve announces

“I’m doing whatever you need, Steve” he answers

“Really? Okay, they’re going to freak out once they know you’re back...kinda”

“Yeah...I wouldn’t be surprised if they think I switched sides or whatever and that’s how I got that intel” Javi jokes

“So, Javi Peña...you’re my informant now. I won’t treat you as kindly as you treated yours though” he mocks

“Fuck you, Steve”

“Yeah, that’s what you did with them and that’s exactly what I’m not going to do to you” he continues

Javi grins. He misses that, the bickering, talking to his friend.

“I’ll call you back, Javi. I let you know what they say” Steve says after Javier had been quite for a few minutes

“Anything, Steve”

A few calls back and forth and Javi’s heart is pounding on his chest, he doesn’t know if it’s excitement or fear or the two combined, but, anyway,this is the most alive he has felt in a long time.

Isa and Elvira sit on the garden, both of them on the grass drinking an ice cold cola. Javier is holding the exterior tubes of the air conditioner cursing like a sailor when the machine still doesn’t work, he has been trying to repair the thing for hours now, and the persistent calls interrupting him aren’t helping. Normally they call after dinner time. Javi locks himself in his office or in the living room if Elvi and Isa are already upstairs. They, whoever they are, are the ones guilty of her husband’s behavior lately. The ones that keep him up at night, they stress him and distract him. Get him farther and farther away from me she thinks. They’ve called at least four times already.

Isabel knows something is up. Every time Javi returns from one of those phone calls he grows more a more frustrated over the device.

“Fuck me” he mutters pressing violently every button.

“Are you alright, honey?” Isa laughs. She gives a gentle squeeze on his shoulder feeling the tense muscles underneath the shirt.

“We’re going to get a new one right now. Do you want to go to the mall?” He turns, his handsome face covered in sweat. Isa pulls his wet hair out of his forehead, with that brief distraction; Javi takes her cold drink from her hand really fast and gulps the whole thing in seconds.

“Hey, that was mine”

“What’s mine it’s yours, remember?” He winks “I really don’t know how to repair this shit” and he kicks the machine

“Javi, it’s going to cost a ton. I think my mum had an old one at the hair salon”

At the mention of her mother in law, her husband rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, I know” she tickles his belly, the white shirt glued to his skin “You just have to leave me there, we pick it up and then we leave. You don’t even have to talk to her”

Javi runs a hand through his dark wet hair “Well, fuck it, I can’t stand this hell anymore might as well go all the way down and say hi to the devil”

Isa snorts laughing and slaps him playfully “Javi, she’s not that bad”

“We hate each other, it’s fine” he shrugs “Anyway I have to go downtown. What if I drop both of you at your mother’s salon while I do some errands? Elvi likes to spend time with her”“That’s a good idea” she agrees, Isa is dying to know what “errands” he has to do, but she doesn’t ask.

­­­­­­­­­­“Pues se dejo la carrera a medio terminar, una gran decepción para su padre y para mi” (She didn’t finish her degree, it was such a disappointment for her father and me)

“Claro, mijita, es que una se espera hasta que ya termina los estudios y ya se casan y después tienen los muchachos” (Of course, love. You have to wait until you finish your studies and then you get married and have kids) Mrs Alvarez adds holding her hair in the towel while she waits for Carmen to start.

Isa is used to the bickering whenever she spends time at her mother’s salon. Her usual costumers know the entire story: First child to go to college in the family gets pregnant before getting married and then she had to drop out; a disgrace.

At the beginning of her pregnancy and her relationship with Javier, she blushed and tried to bury herself on the purple sofa where the clients waited when her mother and costumers started this conversation about her. But after years and years of the same discussion she just smiles boringly while she glances uninterested over the different magazines on the table and waits until they’re finished with her. Luckily she has her daughter now, who distracts the ladies with her funny comments, a song, or anything her bubbly self makes up. Elvira loves the salon; the ladies give her a few one dollar bills and candy whenever they have some.

“Tan linda, mi nieta. Ese es el consuelo que tengo” (My granddaughter is so lovely, that’s my only consolation) Carmen Alamos is a strong woman. Stern and straightforward, a good and god-fearing catholic that works hard to sustain her family and that has always kept a passion for knowledge. Isa remembers clearly when she was a teenager and she would clean up at the end of the day giving the chance for her mother to take a little time for herself that she usually spent reading her books and studying English so she could speak it and write it properly. She also kept studying other things out of curiosity and Carmen wanted her daughter to be someone, to really seize the opportunity to build a bright future for herself. Then shit happened. And Carmen sees only one culprit for that: Javier Peña.

After a few saddened sighs from the women, Carmen turns to her daughter.

“So what is it that you wanted?” she asks massaging Mrs Alvarez scalp.

“You still have the old Air conditioner from home right?” Isa tosses the magazines over the table and walks to the glass door. Javier is still somewhere in town.

“Yes, at the back office. Why do you need that?” she starts cutting the client’s hair with her swift and experienced hands.

“Ours broke down and it’s almost impossible to stay inside” Isa smiles seeing her daughter who looks mesmerized at her grandma’s skills.

“It’s so hot, abuelita, Mami had to sleep naked” Elvira says casually.

The three women at the salon gasp. Mrs Alvarez turns abruptly to face the little girl. Unfortunately for her hair, Carmen has chopped at the same time she turned and her hair is now uneven.

“Ay, Dios santo” Carmen quickly starts to solve what she’s done to the poor woman’s hair.

The sound of the car stopping breaks the uncomfortable moment. From the door, Isa sees Javier getting out the car. Tight jeans, black shirt and those aviator glasses she had gifted him on his birthday. He grins when he sees her and jumps the three steps towards the salon. The little bell rang when he opens the door while he takes off his glasses.

“Papi” Elvi runs and grabs him by his knees

“Hola, mi amor” (Hello, my love) he kisses her crown and hugs Isa with his other arm. “amores” ( my loves) he corrects

“Where were you?” Isa asks but he mutters later so she lets it go for the moment

“Señoras” (Ladies) he greets the ladies with a smile that rapidly disappears as he approaches his mother in law “Carmen, ¿cómo está?” (Carmen, how are you?)

“Hola, Javier. El aire está detrás.” (Hello, Javier. The Air conditioner is at the back) She answers dryly

“Gracias” Javi turns to Isa and rolls his eyes with a told you kind of expression.

“Por eso tu mama duerme desnuda, porque tiene a ese en la cama, ay pues no me extraña” (So that’s why your mum sleeps naked, she has him on her bed. It does not surprise me) Mrs Alvarez comments with a sly grin

Carmen jerks her harshly on the chair.

“Quédese quieta, señora Alvarez si no quiere que le haga un trasquilón” (Stay still, Mrs Alvarez if you don’t want a bad haircut)

Javier grunts carrying the heavy machine so Isa rushes to open the door for him and helps him get it to the car.

“We clearly agree in one thing, we hate each other’s guts” he leaves the device on the truck and dries the sweat on his forehead.

“Well you were the one that dishonored her little girl, what do you expect?” Isa hangs on him on her tip toes and kisses him softly. “Where were you?”

“Pardon?” He holds her by her hips and pushes her against his chest “If I recall correctly you were the one that seduced me” he ignores the second question

“You asked me out first”

“You approached me first” he smiles before lowering his touch to the end of her jeans shorts, but she slaps his hand away.

“I was waitressing, it was my job” Isa laughs “I’m going to say goodbye and take Elvi with me” she kisses him briefly one last time before climbing the stair to the salon.

Javi gets inside the car and watches as the little girl waves her goodbyes and Isa has annoyed expression. He knows her mother had some last comments about him as it is the usual thing with her. He can imagine perfectly how she’s complaining about him not giving her daughter a good life just because he couldn’t repair a damn air conditioner. He bites the inside of his cheek and leans on his seat, he knows the life he gives Isa and Elvi is about to be a little bit worse and it’s not because of a stupid machine.

It was too late to hide the papers he had on the dashboard: The documents that Steve had sent and his voyage plan to meet him in Mexico. He rushes to put everything inside the glove box, but Isa is already opening the door to the copilot seat. He pushes everything inside without much care.

“What was that?”

He was going to tell her but he has to find the perfect time so he can minimize the harm. He doesn’t want to seem too eager to leave, as he thinks that it is already the image his wife has of him. Javi Peña, always out the door.

“I had to pass by the office and grab some stupid documents. It’s nothing”

“I thought they’re closed for the summer…” Isa fastens her belt and turns to make sure Elvira has hers correctly locked.

“Yeah, but the doorman had a key and he opened it for me. Anyway, should we grab dinner somewhere? What do you say Elvi?” He smiles back to his daughter through the rearview mirror. Isa observes him with her arms crossed over her chest.

Javi starts the car, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on Isa’s thigh giving her gentle squeeze.

“Can we get ice-cream after?”

“Of course, baby. Anything for my girls”

He gets lost watching her do her little things: how she pulls her curls back to apply her night cream and the soft rose scent that it leaves on her face that he can smell when he buries his face on her neck; how lovely she looks in one of those big old t-shirts she uses as pajamas and how he’s dying to run his hands under it to find the familiar curves of her body. Without realizing it, he smiles lost in his daydreaming from the bathroom door. Her caramel eyes turn to him and a cheeky smile appears on her mouth.

“What?”

“Nothing”

“Okay…” she giggles “You can stop, you know? I’m not mad anymore”

“Stop what?”

“All these” she draws a circle in the air “Today. Eat out, ice-cream, now you look at me with those puppy eyes”

“I cannot take my family out? And look at my wife?” Javier comes closer and hugs her from behind, his large arms closing her tight against his chest. “That, by the way, looks quite gorgeous today” he says to her ear. He hums smelling the rose perfume, the one that has accompanied him every night of their marriage, the scent of home and making love in silence and sleepy kisses in the wake. He makes both of them swing in front of the mirror. I wish it was easier he thinks I wish I only wanted this

“Thanks” Isa caresses his strong forearms, following the veins and the freckles of his tanned skin.

When Javi opens his eyes he sees her reflection in the mirror; her eyes sparkle in the yellowish lights of the bathroom with tears struggling to be contained

“What’s wrong, baby?” Javi makes her turn and holds her with his arms on her lower back

“I…just…I feel like I’m becoming…” the tears finally roll out to her cheeks as she tries to swallow the lump on her throat

“What?” Javi puts his large hands on both sides of her head, wiping away the tears with his thumbs

“My mum…” she says eventually and crumbles to his chest in soft sobs

“God, what did she say?”

“That I’m becoming her… and I think, for once, I think she might be right” she whimpers and sniffs

“No, no. Mi amor…you’re not” he separates himself from her softly just so he can look at her face

“All my life I’ve seen her being like that…bitter, angry, asking question after question. I thought she was annoying. But now…well”

“I don’t get it”

“I think I understand. I don’t want to get to that point, but little by little we’re looking more and more like my parents marriage. I mean, you come home late and I get angry, I ask questions, and you get annoyed. I worry a lot and you’re getting bored of me” Isa fixes her gaze at some random point on the floor and she speaks faster and faster spitting every word until all that comes out from her mouth are soft whimpers

“Hold up, wait. I’m not bored of you” He pulls her chin up so he can look at her in the eye

“C’mon, Javi.” She bites her lip, trembling and tears now uncontrollably coming out of her eyes. “You hide things from me because you think that I’m gonna be mad and scream at you, which I do. And then you get inside your shell that I cannot get in” she points at the center of his chest.

Javi becomes silent and just cups her cheeks softly

“I don’t want to be that type of wife. I don’t want to scold you like if I were your mum. I want to be your friend, your confident, your lover”

“And you are, baby” He holds her again close to him and kisses her forehead “You are all of that”

“I don’t want just to be a housewife…I don’t want us to be a cliché”

“We are not that, babe”

“I’m exhausted, the house, Elvi and…”

“I don’t make things easier” Javi starts rocking their bodies softly side to side.

“No, you don’t. I wish you could just tell me what’s going on. It drives me crazy”

“Noth…” Isa shakes her head before he can finish

“Javi, please. The calls, the documents, the way you’re behaving” she counts

“Alright.” He sighs “They asked me to assist in a big operation. I’ve found something weird in one of the export’s companies that we manage at the office. So I called my old colleague and now I’m involved in this”

“Javi…” Isa murmurs

“I have to go to Mexico. Just for a week, meet him there and see what they got” The husband holds her by the arms, squeezing the skin as to alleviate the pressure he knows he is inflicting on her.

“When?” she says exhaling all the air in her lungs.

“In a week”

“Fuck…”

“I know, I didn’t tell because you would…”

“Be a pain in the ass?” she exits the bathroom and takes a seat on the right side of the bed.

“Worry” he completes. Javi turns off the lights and the two of them stay in the dim light of the nightstand lamp. The lamp she always leaves on when he’s away.

“Yeah” he crawls on the bed until he is kissing her nape “You’re never a pain in the ass by the way”

“I see how you react” she slightly turns her face, and Javier takes the opportunity to kiss her temple and the side of her mouth

“Nonsense” He circles her waist with both arms and pulls her against him. The softness of her skin and her warmth burn him with desire. He wants to take the pain away the only way he knows.

Isa responds with a moan at the feeling of his heat and the firmness of his chest. She lays her head back on his shoulder watching his hand roam around her body every touch of his fingers lighting a fire on her skin. He knows every corner, every touch that makes her tremble in pleasure and also how that ends conflicts right away.

“Javi” she pronounces his name like a plea. A plea for more, to make him stay with her and also to make her forget all her worries with his love.

His lips create a slow and unbearable path of kisses and bites where her skin more sensitive. His hands cup her breasts and the tender skin on her lower belly and hips.

“Te amo” (I love you) Isa says writhing, her whole body responding to his attention.

Javier looks at her, his deep brown eyes glowing, his breathing is now heavy. He pulls her in a swift movement to the end of the bed so he has access between her thighs. Isa laughs trying not to fall.

“Te vas a joder la espalda” (You’re going to hurt your back) she giggles

“Me estás diciendo viejo ¿o qué?” (You’re calling me old, or what?) he smirks and grabs her legs to open them

Isa smiles and covers her face with her forearm to hide her laughter.

“¿Ahora te ries?” (And now you’re laughing?) He’s standing on his knees between her thighs looking at her amused “Mala” (You’re mean) he gives a slap on her ass. When she uncovers her face, looking at him with her mouth open he mutters an apology.

“No, me gustó” (No, I liked it) she bites her lip and brushes her legs on his hip enticing him to come closer

He’s surprised for a second but then bends towards her, caging her against the mattress “Ah ¿sí?” (Ah, yeah?) Javi brushes his lips over her jaw pushing his hips towards her core

“No soy de las esposas que solo lo hacen en misionero un par de veces al mes, Javi” (I’m not the kind of wife that only does it missionary a couple of times a month, Javi) she grabs his hips and pushes him until his sex is against her. The wet friction of her damp panties sending shivers through her body.

“A mí me gusta el misionero” (I like missionary) He answers catching her lower lip with his, biting it gently

“You know what I mean” she rolls her eyes

“Yeah, I have a kinky wife” he slaps her again and swiftly grabs the waistband of her panties and rolls them to her feet. Isa rushes to take her over-sized t-shirt off and rests again laying on her back, legs wide open, exposed. “Mi amor” (my love) Javi moans watching her like that, squirming with desire and doesn’t waste time in adjusting his position so he can sink his face between her legs.

He tastes her and moans, words incomprehensible, and Isa closes her eyes while he drinks of her like she’s the first drop of water after a drought. His large hands hold her still and open when the pleasure it’s too much to handle. She begs, his name mixed with the name of God until she can control her trembles. Without giving her a moment to rest, Javi tops her and submerges himself in her holding a curse

“Mi amor” he repeats breathy on her ear. He thrusts into her slowly and deep at first but Isa’s legs wrap him even deeper, her nails scratch him and he starts going faster and harder. His forehead stays on hers watching how she closes her eyes and her mouth murmurs his name again and again. When he finally spills on her, she gives gentle kisses all over his face and hugs him impossibly tight.

“Te amo” she says again

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She admires at his profile, the way his plum lips are parted, breathing peacefully, his bare chest going up and down while he dreams. He looks beautiful like this, relaxed, almost boyish in a way. His sharp features are soft when she reaches to his face and traces his nose, his eyes and his jaw line with her finger. She has asked herself many times what is inside his head; those parts she doesn’t know. Sometimes she wishes to know everything; but sometimes she thinks the truth would hurt too much.

She knows that his former job as a DEA agent had affected him enormously. Isa knows the horrors that the drug war had caused in Colombia mainly by the news reports she’s seen and the brief stories Javier had told her at the beginning of their relationship. That Javier is dead, the agent, the man after monsters is gone, at least that’s what he tells her and himself.

Isabel met a broken man, a greyer version of himself, half way between the tough DEA agent and the young man that left Laredo full of dreams to see the world. Sometimes he was open, sometimes he was deep in his regrets and memories, Javier would always stay in a limbo where Isabel could reach him just in a physical way but his heart and his mind, even after many years, were still a mystery.

Where was he when he was quite? Where was he when he disappeared in his memories? Was he thinking about others? She knows quite well that he was more experienced than her in matters of the heart and almost in every other aspect. Isa had a high school sweetheart and just the one brief and disappointing relationship in college. He, in the other hand, had travelled the world, fought drug lords and corrupt governments, and the very system that employed him. He is older than her, and that doesn’t bother her, but sometimes she finds herself lacking in many ways: Lacking in interesting things to tell, in adventures, in knowledge other than being a housewife.

She sees how Elvira jumps in excitement when Javier comes home, she idolizes him and even though Isa doesn’t want to admit it, she is jealous. Elvira and her little world is hers, it’s the only thing she has. Every now and then she finds that her conversations circle only around her: her school, the new things Elvi likes and the things she says, to the point that Isabel has disappeared and only the mother exists.

And in that, she fears that her husband will lose all interest in her. All those doubts from the past come back now that he’s accepting those jobs that force him to leave the house for weeks. Was he running away? Why? And that little insidious voice answers: He didn’t love you back then, he doesn’t love you now. You just got pregnant in the worse moment and he had to act as a responsible adult

Javier had been single before meeting her for a long time, having sporadic lovers when he needed one. He didn’t tell her much about his past lovers but she recognized the type of men he was. He is intoxicating, raises desiring looks everywhere and she had fallen for that without a chance. She had been one of those girls that he dated briefly, a relationship with an expiring date, but then she took the pregnancy test and it came positive.

All he said when she told him was that he would be there for her for everything and whatever decision she would make; and he said yes to meet his parents, and he said yes to keep the baby and never complained or blamed her; but she knew that he didn’t planned to stay together much longer before she had told Javi the bad news. But everything changed after a dinner night in the Alamos’s household

“When are you marrying then? It has to be soon or else people would notice your belly” Francisco Alamos, her father, welcomed Javier in his house with his hands holding tightly his belt, ready at any moment to throw those big hands to his face if he said the wrong thing.

Javier had looked confused at first, but in a second he got himself together and answered with a bright smile that would have melted anyone but the Alamos:

“Everything has been so unplanned and out of the blue that I wanted that to be a surprised and, well, a little bit more romantic. Anyway, Mr. and Mrs. Alamos” he held Isa’s hand “Les pido la mano de su hija en matrimonio, si nos dan su bendición” (I ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage, with your blessing) he continued in Spanish

Isa nodded confused and didn’t say another word during dinner. When she escorted him to the door, she had asked if he was telling the truth, if he really wanted to marry her and form a family and he had agreed that it was for the better. And since then, Javier had acted the part and even if he had moments where his mind was elsewhere, he didn’t neglect his family in any way.

Isa dries a single tear that rolls down her cheek. The night is silent but the soft breathing of her husband and the air coming out the new Air conditioner; she cuddles his warm body, holding him tight against her chest; a futile gesture to bind him to her heart and the house.

“Stay” she whispers.

[lesbianlovelanguage]

I’m Real (And I Don’t Feel Like Boys)

Harringrove for BLM prompt for the amazing @gideongrace who requested some asexual Robin and Barb. Hope you like it bb.

You can find out more about my HfBLM here, or a whole list of others who are contributing here.

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Robin’s least favorite stereotype was that all band kids were hypersexual. Sure, band camp got a little wild sometimes, but more because of the weed almost all percussionists had on them at all times or the bottle of tequila the clarinets managed to sneak in. Not because everyone was sucking face and putting instruments in unsavory places. For fucks sake, band camp was even the first place she had ever heard the term asexual in her life. A euphonium player from California casually dropped it in sectionals, and after grilling her on what it meant, Robin had never looked back. It just clicked, like when she realized she could like girls. So, if anything, band camp was where she found out she didn’t have to have sex to be normal, not some month-long orgy.

But, here she was. The first bell hadn’t even wrung and some jock asshole was already giving her shit.

“I bet you know exactly what to do with that cute little mouth, huh Buck?” He leered. Robin tried to ignore him, instead focusing on Great Expectations, one of the summer reading books she hadn’t read. He wasn’t deterred though, instead leaning closer to get in her face as he smirked.

“Ah, come on. Don’t ignore me. We all know you band geeks are little sluts, let’s just have a fun time.” Before she could rip him apart though, a red-haired girl in a frilly blouse stepped between her and the mouthbreather. She was facing Robin, continuing the act that he didn’t even exist. 

“Oh! Hey! Just the person I was looking for! Did you do the homework for Mr. Jackson’s class?” Robin wasn’t even in Mr. Robinson’s class, had tested out of French 103 her sophomore year, but the look on jockhole’s face was enough to convince her to play along.

“Oh, totally. It was so easy, took me like ten minutes tops.”

“Lucky! Maybe you can help me with it at lunch?”

“Uh, sure. Study room in the library?” 

“Perfect.” And just like that, her mystery savior was gone, just as the bell for first period rang through the crowded halls of Hawkins High. All she saw was the look of pure fury on jockhole’s face as she scrambled to her first class. 

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“This is stupid. She’s not going to be there. Get yourself together Buckley.” Robin muttered to herself as she headed for the library during lunch. She didn’t even know if the girl had the same lunch period as her, but she felt the overwhelming need to try, see if she could thank her for swooping in and rescuing her from a situation that would have most likely ended up with her in detention. 

Once she reached the library, she made a beeline for the study room in the back. It was empty.

Told you this was stupid she thought bitterly. She turned to leave and accidentally bumped into someone.

“Watch where you’re going, dingus,” she snapped before looking up and realizing who she bumped into. Of course it was the girl. Just her luck.

“My name is actually Barb, but I guess dingus works too,” the girl, Barb, said playfully. She was smiling a little despite Robin being a jerk and Robin felt her heart swoon. She hadn’t gotten a good look that morning, but Barb was cute. Not in a traditional way maybe, but Robin had never been one for tradition. But the intense smattering of freckles across Barb’s face, combined with the way her large glasses framed her eyes and made the honey flecks stand out made Robin’s face heat up a little and smile back. 

“Sorry about that. Did you- I mean were you…” Robin trailed off, unsure of how to continue, but wanting to find someway to get Barb to stay.

“I was serious about needing help with french, yeah. And your reputation as having a wicked talent makes me think you’re the perfect person to help.” Barb said smoothly. 

At least one of us is smooth. But there was no way she had a shot. Even if Barb happened to be gay, which was highly unlikely, she definitley wasn’t asexual, probably would sneer at Robin and call her delusional. But, Robin had never been great at self-preservation when it came to pretty girls, so she found herself agreeing to tutor Barb. She followed her into the study room and stood awkwardly as Barb sat down and started to unpack her french work. She looked up from her folder, black sharpie cursive labeling it as French 103, and raised an eyebrow at Robin’s nervously shuffling her feet by the door.

“Are you going to sit down?” Barb asked, not unkindly. 

“Oh,” Robin blurted out. “Yeah, sorry. Let’s see this homework.”

They passed the entire lunch period like that, Robin slowly working through verb conjugation and encouraging Barb everytime she messed up the pronunciations of harder words. With 5 minutes left, Barb began to pack up and looked over at Robin.

“Your accent is really good.”

“Thanks. My ears are kind of little geniuses,” Robin joked. 

“I believe it. You speak a bunch of other languages, right? And you’re in band?” 

“Yeah. I speak Spanish, French, Italian, and Pig Latin. I also play trombone.”

“Wow. That’s the slidey one right?” Barb asked, and Robin couldn’t help the small chuckle that slipped out.

“Yeah, it’s the slidey one.” 

“Cool.”

“Thanks.” Tension began to creep in as their conversation came to a stilted end, but before it could completely fill the small room, Barb spoke up again.

“Would you mind meeting again tomorrow? I just, you’re a really great tutor.” 

“Yeah,” Robin responded quickly. “Yeah, totally. Not like I have much else to do during lunch,” she confessed, thinking about how last year she had spent almost every lunch period hidden away in a practice room by herself. Even if Barb was straight, it was better than the musty walls and silence.

“You’re the best.” With that, the bell rang and both girls headed their separate ways.

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Lunch tutoring became routine for the girls, after Barb confessed that her best friend, Nancy fucking Wheeler of all people, had been absorbed into Steve Harrington’s group and kind of left her for dead. 

Tutoring progressed into hanging out after school where Robin would bring over french films her parents owned, and then Barb returning with weird B-list horror flicks that they ridiculed together. 

It was during when the kids were climbing into an ice cream van during what was clearly a knock-off of It that Barb surprised Robin in the best way. She reached over and tangled their fingers together where they had rested next to the popcorn bowl. 

Startled, Robin looked over at where she sat and the confusion must have been clear on her face, because Barb simply shrugged and spoke in a soft whisper that was almost drowned out by the movie.

“I like you, I hope that’s okay.” Robin’s ears were ringing, heart in her throat as she bobbed her head dumbly. 

“Yeah, yeah. It’s great,” Robin confessed. 

“Great.” And just like that, Barb turned back and instantly began to make fun of the crappy special effects. 

The warm feeling stayed firmly in Robin’s stomach through the rest of the film, and only intensified as Barb walked her to the door.

“I hope you liked that,” Barb said softly, and Robin knew she wasn’t talking about the movie.

“It really was great, Barb. I, I really liked it.”

“Good. Could I take you to the movies sometime?”

“That sounds perfect,” Robin agreed, and quickly dipped in to press a soft kiss to Barb’s cheek before darting out the front door.

Barb’s smile stuck with her as she drove all the way home.

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Pregnancy Announcement- [Kihyun, Hyungwon, Jooheon, and Changkyun]

In each of these, they are married or engaged. Just a heads up. Links at the bottom as always! 

Enjoy~

Kihyun

Kihyun was returning from a world tour with his group. Kihyun was ready to be home with his fiancee, Phoebe, who he felt like he hadn’t seen in ages, but had only been three months. He knew she was hiding something and he had been on edge about it. She was never good at secrets as her face would flush and she’d become a stuttering mess whenever he asked her if she was hiding something.

Phoebe was anxious for his return. She had almost spilled her exciting new on the phone on several occasions due to Kihyun’s persistence, but she managed to hold onto her three and a half month secret. She was pregnant with their first child and she was over the moon.

Phoebe decided to make a grand pregnancy as to pay Kihyun for his public proposal. She was out in the airport with a giant poster in her hands. She held it in front of her as people walked past her and some congratulated her. As the fans gathered around for Monsta X arrival, some spotted Phoebe and were squealing at the surprise.

Phoebe’s heart felt like it would jump out of her chest when she saw one of the managers exit baggage claim. He made eye contact with her and waved until he saw the sign. Soon Hyunwoo followed and the manager got his attention. Hyunwoo was stunned as the others followed behind. The fans cheered closest Phoebe as each member exited.

When Kihyun exited, the crowd grew louder and Phoebe walked forward. Minhyuk hit his shoulder and pointed in Phoebe’s direction. Kihyun looked up and smiled when he saw Phoebe until his eyes trailed to the poster.

Hi daddy! I can wait to meet you! 04.23.20XX

Kihyun grinned widely before he let out a loud laugh. He dropped his bag and rushed to Phoebe’s side. She put the poster down just in time for Kihyun to scoop her in his arms and spin. “You’re pregnant!” Neither of them remembered the large audience that cheered and took photos. He put her down and kissed her. He couldn’t wait to meet their new addition. However, they did hurry to marry before their child’s birth.

Hyungwon

After heartbreaking tries and miscarriages, Amanda and Hyungwon were close to giving up on having their own children. Amanda had been told that the likelihood of being pregnant or to go through the whole pregnancy was not something her doctors could see due to medical reasons. Amanda was upset as was Hyungwon, but he accepted it a lot faster than she could.

However, luck was on her side as Amanda found herself pregnant. She didn’t tell Hyungwon, she worried another miscarriage would only hurt him. She went to the first couple of appointments alone and when she was fifteen weeks along she discovered something. She wasn’t just pregnant with one baby, but two. After talking to her doctor about her lower miscarriage chances, Amanda decided to surprise Hyungwon with the news.

She decided the best way to break the news was live on her instagram. She made a vlog of Hyungwon and her life and she wanted to share this news with him and their friends and fans.

The day of the live, she woke up to find Hyungwon already out of bed. She threw up her hair and gathered the necessary items. She grabbed the book for fathers that was wrapped in gift paper, the announcement, and the ultra sound photos before she took her phone. Amanda started the live and took a moment, “Hey, Hyungwon doesn’t know, but I have a huge surprise for him.” She waved the items in the camera, “Let’s go find my husband” she grinned.

She headed to his study, but he wasn’t there. She went to the living room, but didn’t see him. Amanda went to the dining room and saw Hyungwon at the table with albums out in front of him. “What are you doing?” She pointed the camera at him.

He looked up and smiled, “Morning.” He noticed the objects in Amanda’s hands and his eyebrow rose, “Why are you videotaping me? And what’s that?”

She held out the card and the gift, “These are for you.”

Hyungwon put down his marker and reached for the items, “It’s not my birthday or our anniversary…” He murmured as if trying to remember.

“Just open it” she insisted.

Hyungwon opened the gift first and looked at it oddly, “A parenting book? Why?” He stopped as his mind swirled. He grabbed the card swiftly and opened it as if to confirm what he thought. He opened it and the ultrasound picture fell out. He grabbed the picture and stared at it, “That’s a baby?” He asked with a cracked voice.

“No” his eyes met hers, “It’s two babies.”

Hyungwon stared down at the picture in disbelief, “twins…” He looked up at the camera with a wide smile. “We’re going to be parents?”

Amanda’s eyes watered as she ended the live, “Yea. We are.”

Hyungwon moved from his spot at the table, rounded it, and hugged her. He kissed her just as tears fell from their eyes. Amanda guided his hand down to her stomach and Hyungwon let out a shaky breath. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a dad and you’re going to be a mom!” He looked into her eyes again, “I love you. Thank you so much.”

Jooheon

Jackie and Jooheon were too busy preparing for their wedding. They had two months until they were officially husband and wife, but neither expected that their party of two would become a party of three so soon. However, when Jackie saw those two little lines and got the confirmation from her doctor, she was happy. Sure, it was a lot sooner than planned, but they wanted a family.

Jackie got in contact with her sister who insisted on making her a shirt so she could announce it to Jooheon. When she got the shirt, she thought it was perfect. In cursive it had the words Always read the fine print then underneath in smaller print were the words I’m pregnant all in Korean. Jackie planned to surprise Jooheon the next day when he came home from work.

She slept in the shirt, so that she would remember it for the next morning. However, as Jooheon sat in the living room playing a video game, Jackie dealt with the worse case of morning sickness. She tied up her hair as she threw up. She silently cursed Jooheon. She grabbed a throw pillow and a stuff animal off the side of the bed and stormed into the living room where she could hear her fiance.

Jooheon saw here and grinned, “Mor–” she threw the pillow in his face as hard as she could before she threw the teddy bear. “What the– What’d I do now?”

“YOU GOT ME PREGNANT! THAT’S WHAT YOU DID!” She screamed in frustration.

Jooheon got a look at her shirt and grinned, “You’re pregnant?”

“No, I’ve been throwing my guts out because I enjoy it” she growled before a string of Spanish curses followed.

Jooheon, not too concerned with his fiancee’s vicious glare, began to move about in his chair merrily. “Go Jooheon, you did it. Babe, sing with me.”

Jackie pressed her fingers to her temple and walked away, “I suddenly have a headache called Jooheon. I should go rest.” Jooheon would drop his game and follow after her not wanting her to leave his sight.

Changkyun

McKenzie had it all planned out with how she would tell her husband of a year, Changkyun, about their soon to be addition. She did a diy project with a coffee mug and inside at the bottom of  mug had the words you’re going to a rap dad! However, little did she know her husband already knew the grand reveal due to his late night snack craving the night before. McKenzie planned to prepare breakfast in bed then give him the ultrasound images.

As she cooked the eggs, the chopsticks were taken from her. She jumped and let out a small curse, “Damn it… Changkyun, I told you not to scare me when I’m cooking. What if it was a knife in my hand.”

“No pregnant wife of mine is cooking, nor are you cleaning. Leave it to me.”

McKenzie’s jaw dropped, “How–” he gave her guilty look. She groaned, “You and your late night snacks will be the end of me. Let me at least finish breakfast before you ban me from the kitchen.”

“Nope, I’ll handle it.”

McKenzie touched his shoulders and gave a loving squeeze, “Baby, I don’t mean to sound unsupportive in the least, but I don’t think the baby or I could live off of your cooking… I’ll end up in the hospital from food poisoning.”

Changkyun scoffed, “I can cook some eggs, just go wait in the living room.” She let him go, kissed his cheek, then went to the living room to sit on the couch. She could hear Changkyun muttering to himself before he began to panic, “I think I ruined it. How does she make it look so easy?”

McKenzie touched her stomach and sighed, “This is why Kihyun feeds your daddy, he can’t cook.” She tsked, “Never eat your daddy’s food.” She noted to her stomach before she got up to take control of breakfast.

Part I

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El Diablo - Chapter 1

Idea: Sophía is Marcus Alavrez daughter and moves to Charming and starts a relationship with Tig. The Sons and Tig have no idea she is Alvarez’s daughter. The mayans and Alvarez have no idea that she’s in a relationship with Tig.

Little info: The sentences in cursive are in spanish, some of the words are in spanish and it’s the only spanish I know from 4 years in high school XD

It was already getting dark when she arrived in Charming and searched immediately for her destination. But she was there for the first time so she got lost after 4 minutes. Confused she took of her sunglasses and looked at her phone and searched for the gps app. The app said that she still had a 20 minute walk left and hell she had already walked 3 miles because her car broke down. "Dios mío" she signed and whipped away her sweat with the back of her hand "Could be Mexico judging the heat". When she reached a park she searched for a bench and sat down. Sophía was never a fan of being in bright sun without sun protection, a hat and a more than two bottles of water. But never ever something like hiking. Her throat was dry and her feet hurt, nothing would be more satisfying than having her god damn car.

She took off her shoes and rubbed her hurt feet. The sound of happy children laughing and yelling pulled her attention to what was happening behind her. The park was filled with little kids chasing each other, playing in the sand and having picnics with their parents. A small smile crept on her lips as she thought about her childhood. It was different than theirs. Since she grew up in Mexico, were things got handled a little different, her playground wasn’t as beautiful as this one was. The slide and the swings were old and rusty, the color was already fainted. But who needed a playground when you had friends and could play somewhere else? She had always played with the kids from her neighborhood, they played either football or chased each other through the streets. Sophía couldn’t suppress a chuckle and rubbed her sweaty face. She couldn’t deny that she wanted a proper playground, she had always loved to sit on the swing and try to fly like a bird, what obviously didn’t work… But she didn’t learn out of the mistake as she broke her arm, she tried it again and again, until her father told her, that humans can’t fly like birds. Back then she was angry and didn’t talk to him for the rest of the day, because she was pissed. However she had to accept it and find something else she wanted to do. With 10 she decided she want to be just like her father, much to her mother’s dislike. Actually she had lost before Sophía had even told her. If she had something in her mind she would do it. Stubborn till the end just like her father, her mother had always whined whenever Sophía tried to get something. As a grownup woman she wasn’t really like her father, but that just happened because Sophía’s heart wanted something more than riding a motorcycle and dealing with drugs. A man could ruin everything! Actually she ruined it herself, but for her it was easier to blame someone else… Thinking about her father, she realized another big mistake she had made. Instead of walking the 3 miles, she could have called her father to pick her up… Groaning she tilted her head backwards and rubbed her eyes. The roaring of a motorcycle pulled out of her mind and made her look up. After he had parked his motorcycle, he took off his helmet and grinned at her. She only needed one look to note down he was from another MC, the cut was always the easy way to identify a biker. "Well hello there doll, you need a lift somewhere?" he asked, his grin just growing bigger. It was never a good idea to “hang out” wither a member of another MC and just because her father were the president, didn’t protect her, it made it only worse. She could already hear her father scold her for taking the offer and she hadn’t even decided what to do! "No thanks, I don’t need your help. I’m fine" she responded and looked him up and down. He was actually a good looking man, never something good. Even through his shirt she could see he had a muscled chest, his arms toned and his shoulders broad. "Are you sure doll?" He asked while he dismounted his bike, walking over to her. Deep inside her she got the feeling that he was the type of guy who could want a reward for something he did, just like dogs which want treats for sitting down. Furthermore the way he looked at her, she already knew he wanted more than giving her lift home. Biting her lip she answered "Yeah, as sure as I can be, hombre and as sure as I know you would want a reward". There was only a little twitch in his grin but nothing changed “You’re hot, how could I not want you?” he shrugged and licked his lips, again she rolled her eyes. Always the same, she thought as she was thinking back to her teenage years. She was never alone, there was always a mayan bodyguard at her heels who made sure she came to school safe and back home. The boys in school always flirted with her and she flirted back, but all of them knew she was Marcus Alvarez daughter so it never became more than flirting until she met Luis. The man who turned her world upside down and caused her to learn only 50% of what she needed to know for becoming like her father and rule a MC. But how could she resist this good looking man that had only eyes for her and always called her “mi beldad”? It was a shame that he had died in a car accident. The first months after it, she was only crying, never leaving the house, thanks to the help of her family it changed… It was the past and he would never come back, so she didn’t spend much time thinking back, it would only make her sad. “You’re still there doll?” the guy asked snipping his fingers in front of her face. She snapped around and slapped his hand away “As I said I don’t need your help”. Looking at his hands she had to admit that they were perfect. Big, covered with oil and she could bet they were totally rough. Sophía could only image how they would feel pressed on her thighs and sliding up until they would reach her center and make her fall apart. "Whatever you want" he smirked at her lustfully and winked "We will see each other and I’m sure as hell you will change your mind doll". For a short moment she watched him leave, watched his butt in those tight black jeans. How could a man have a wonderful butt like this? It was more a thing that man did, but she just wanted to give this butt a firm slap and see how he would react to it. "Oye Sophía" she heard someone yelling and made her look up, it was her old friend, which was standing right beside her. "Hey Maria" she answered, a smile on her lips as they hugged each other tightly. They hadn’t seen each other for a long time, what shouldn’t have happened but it was her own fault. Thinking back she was a big dumbass, the cops always checked the “suspicious” people and thanks to her family background, she was one of them. Furthermore running around with fucking cocaine may be the worst shit she had ever done. “How was prison?" Maria asked while they sat back down and furrowed her brows "Horrible! My cell mate was the worst! All she could do was talk about her dumb boyfriend! I thought I would become insane! One of this white rich bitches!” Sophía responded annoyed as she thought about Sandra her cell mate. She hated the blond girl from day one on! Never again she would go to prison, she couldn’t do that again!

“It’s your own fault! I told you to get rid of it!”

“I was on my way to get rid of it! I was just at the wrong time at the wrong place!”

“Yeah… What are you even doing here? Do you need help?”

"Kinda. I need a lift to mi papá"

"Come on I will drive you".

She was definitely something special. Sun kissed skin, peach pink lips, grass green eyes and long hazelnut brown hair. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail and it was a bit curly. The white belly free shirt she wore hugged her breast perfectly and showed a deep cleavage. Sweat drops had ran down her neck between her breasts. He could feel his pants growing tighter. Tig wondered how she would look without her clothes. There was nothing left inside his mind than his desire to fuck her. Before he entered the shop, he turned around and watched her leave with another woman next to her. They were talking and he could see from so far away that she was pissed. He was kinda curious what did upset her. As his eyes wandered lower her body, he saw her butt and nearly lost his shit. Even her rear was perfect! Slowly he entered the small shop and walked over to the counter and was about to tell the cashier which cigarette brand he wanted when his phone ringed. "Were are you? You've work left" Clay snorted and made Tig roll his eyes "I'm on my way, relax" he responded and ended the call. God damn work, all he could think about was this deep cleavage and those beautiful peach lips as she bit her lip. How was he supposed to work with those thoughts in his mind?!

"Buenos días papá" she greeted her father and kissed his cheek while she wrapped her arms around him. He gently stroked her cheek and smiled broadly "Buenos días princesa, how was your journey?" He asked while walking with her to the front door of his house. "Good, until my car broke down" signing she took off her shoes and sat down on the chair on the porch. "Your car broke down? Why didn't you call me?" His voice was filled with criticism and she rolled her eyes, it was always the same. "Yeah papá I wanted to surprise you all" she laughed and rubbed her feet "We knew that you were coming" the president of the mayans looked at her with furrowed brows "Yeah true, next time I will call, promised". Her father shook his head and sat down next to her. “How was your time in prison?” he asked and watched her curiously “Never again” she whispered and rubbed her temples “The time wasn’t even that worse, my cell mate was the problem! I had made friends with some other inmates, but my cell mate was the pure horror! One of this rich bitches!” “Better make sure, you never have to go back then”. Rolling her eyes she stretched her legs out and closed her eyes. She would never go back, she had promised that herself. Sophía's mind started to wander back to the man she had met earlier. She remembered the cut he was wearing, 'Sons Of Anarchy' was written on his back. In her mind she could see him and her eyes started to wander down to his rear. A smile forming on her lips when she thought about his rear and muscled chest and arms, big hands and toned skin. All of that caused a throbbing between her thighs and the wish that he would take care of her. The image of him over her and fuck her senseless or him behind her how he shoves his hand in the front of her shorts and rub her till she came all over his hand. She felt her panties getting wetter with any second. "I would like to go and take a shower and then I’ll make a siesta, okay?" She whispered and stood up and gave her father a short look "Sure".

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Weekend Fun

Clare: looked around the table. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask who Bren was but something about the way Kota's family was acting made her think she should just wait until Dakota was ready to tell her himself. Especially since even his mom didn't want to about him. She mentally did a head count trying to figure out if it was possible that Dakota had another brother. Clare thought she'd meet everyone but she realized now that includding Kota there were 'only' four brothers plus Kelly but Dakota had specifically said he had five sibilings and only one sister. When Clare had met everyone she'd assumed that he'd worded that badly and meant there were six kids in his family. "Good to know, I just won't go in there." Clare didn't plan to explore Dakota's house by herself anyway. She smiled at Stacy knowing if she'd made it this long without angering the Grandma's spirit, Clare would be just fine. Besides the Andersons didn't strike Clare as being super uptight about things like girls sleeping in the same beds as boys. As long as they weren't doing anything it was fine. Such a nice change. Clare often felt like she couldn't be herself around her family because they'd judge her for having so many friends who were boys. It was dumb, she wasn't going over to their houses to play kissing games or anything else they were so worried about. Why couldn't her parents just trust her? Clare was confused when she realized Dakota and his sibilings weren't talking about their Grandma being in their hearts and memories. Had they really divided up her ashes?! Clare wasn't going to ask. There were somethings she didn't need to know (she'd be spooked if she found out Kota kept his piece in his pocket somtimes, for example), and it might've been in her will. Clare didn't expect Emi to answer everything she asked her. It was a lot and Emi was only five. She just wasn't going to underestimate Emi and talk down to her. She had hated it when teenagers and adults did that to her. "Yeah! Like how some words in English start with a hard or soft C." She looked at the paper Emi wrote on. "The second symbol is the ee sound?" Clare checked to make sure she had it right. Clare wasn't sure if she would recognize it on a menu (so she'd know not to order it). Maybe if she tried to practice drawing the symbols at home for fun. They'd never look like Emi's. It was a beautiful language though and Clare was interested in learning what she could. "English is a lot easier than Japanese but we don't start learning how to write in cursive until third grade and then we're not allowed to turn in papers in print again until middle school. At least the symbols you can already draw are cool. Plus you get to learn more languages than the other kids around here." Clare comforted her. If she was here long enough, she'd be taking French in school and could chose Spanish as an elective too. "I'd rather play with a live octopus than eat it too." She admitted, smiling and laughing at Emi's story. "I hope we can get it fried. However, the California roll sounds delicious. I love avocados and I like crab too so imitation meat is fine by me." Clare smiled at Kota. "I can't wait to go to New York, it sounds like my kind of city." Her parents had promised a trip there. She just didn't know when. With the way things were going, she seriously doubted they'd all go as a family. It would probably be like the ski trip she took to Maine with Dad and Darcy while Mom stayed home. "Oh. Is Tokyo far from where you lived?" Clare kissed him softly in reply. She'd been oblivious. She thought Dakota had a girlfriend at another school and wanted to be the kind of friends who gave each other dating advice. Even when she'd found out he didn't, Clare just didn't think she'd be his type. Sometimes you got a second chance to be a first girlfriend and that was pretty special. Clare didn't see any reason why she couldn't consider Dakota her first real boyfriend if their trial period went well. K.C took her on all of one date, it hadn't been much of a relationship. She'd actually spent more time 'dating' Eli before realizing they'd rather stay friends. After they rode back to the Andersons, Clare got out of the van and waited on Dakota to get Emi. She went inside with them after it was decided that Bren wasn't there despite the light being on. "Okay. If Bren asks for it." Clare told Kota's mom hesitantly not sure what it meant when a mom gave you permission to hit a son you hadn't met yet. He must be a troublemaker since she'd sent Bren, and only Bren away to school, and he'd gotten expelled. No one seemed to like him. Up until now, Clare thought Dakota had a great relationship with all of his sibilings. To her they were all really lucky. Her much smaller family didn't have as much love to go around. This turn of events was surprising. She put the bag from the restaurant in the Anderson's icebox while Dakota was gone. After they'd walked to his room, Clare took off her shoes too. "Thank you. How cute, I love it." She said referring to the bathroom's sign. She raised her hand up to touch the sign, her fingers traced lightly over the writing before Clare went inside the bathroom carrying the bag Kelly had given her earlier. "I'll take purple." Clare said selecting a soft-bristled tooth brush. "Has this been approved by the American Dental Association?" She joked since they'd been talking about Home Alone at the restaurant. Soon as Dakota left, she took off everything except her panties and put on the grey pj pants and pink short sleeve shirt from Victoria's Secret. Clare stuffed her clothes in the bag and checked her reflection before leaving the bathroom. She got into the bed, wrapping herself in the blanket like they'd talked about so they could cuddle without it being super awkward. Clare looked at Dakota shyly and lay on her side facing him, she rested her head on his chest. "Is this okay? Are you comfortable?"

Kota: watched as Emi taught Clare about the symbols. "No, it makes the shi sound. There aren't any ee sounds in Japanese." she corrected. "Good night has six symbols." she said and started to write the symbols. "O-ya-su-mi-na-si." she said pointing to each symbol. "That's the thing Emi has trouble with." Kota pointed out. "She knows more languages and sometimes uses them." he added. "So do you." Emi whined. "That girl was lost." he stated. "Pero el telefono?" Emi asked looking at him. "Again, the person didn't know English. Were you listening in?" he asked her. "I tried to listen into your other conversation, but you were talking too fast." she said honestly. "That's because the other person was in New York and that's how fast they talk." he explained and listened to Clare talk to Emi, then smiled at Clare when she smiled at him. "They talk faster than Eminem raps in New York." Ash pointed out. "Only if they're in a hurry or if you're ordering food at certain places. Normally they talk as fast as Eminem raps." he explained. "We decided to go to New York without Kota, biggest mistake in our life." Dom complained. "No calling him while he was with grandpa was the bigger mistake." Ash added and Kota looked at them. "That's because you hung up on me when I answered my phone, then again when I tried calling back. You even hung up on grandpa." Kota stated. "That's because you answered in Spanish." Dom argued. "I was in freaking Spain. I thought you were a client, you called grandpa's phone. When I called back you told me 'English' then hung up the three times I tried calling." he stated. "But you hung up on us when we called your phone." Ash said. "Because I was busy and couldn't play your game." Kota said honestly. "Stop fighting." Emi stated and Kota sighed. "Lo siento." he said looking at her. "Esta bueno, pero no mas." she said sticking her tongue out at Ash and Dom. "No mas." he assured and with a smile and both Ash and Dom apologized as well. "It's only good if you can talk fast to understand and keep up with the New Yorkers. I mean we got invited by grandpa to the same places he took Kota, but we'd have to be there three days after they were since they were there on business for the first three days and the food they were eating seemed odd at the time so we didn't go." Dom stated. "Fried plantains are great." Kota said looking at them. "Should've accepted. We aren't going on business trips any time soon." he confirmed. "I have to take over MB and work on new products, we start selling them in America soon." he said honestly. He kissed Clare back as she asked Emi the question. "Well, we lived in part of Tokyo called Narita, Chiba Prefecture. It's over an hour to Tokyo City." she stated. When they were getting ready for bed, Kota listened to Clare say she was taking purple and nodded, then laughed a bit when she asked about the toothbrush knowing she was joking. Once she joined him in his bed and they were cuddling, he nodded. "Yea, I'm comfortable." he whispered and kissed her head before falling asleep.