#my spanish is so rusty yall

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Star Crossed| Armando Aretas | Teaser

✩Description: Requested by @nelo0wesker : “Enemies to lovers Armando X reader. Readers in the mafia while Armando in the cartel”

✩ Pairing : Armando Aretas x Fem!reader

✩ Genre : Dark Mafia Romance

✩ Warnings: 17+ (smut in later chapters, Violence, Drug usage, Gang Violence, Sexual/Dark themes, Child endangerment, source accurate violence, bad language, death, my awful spelling and grammar, my terrible Spanish translations (i’m a little rusty), made up characters

✩ Fandom: Bad Boys

✩ Taglist : @nelo0wesker @twinklestarslight @mzbeautii96 @geneziesm @mcotton0928 @omg-mymelaninisbeautiful @sunrisesfromthewest

✩ A/n: i didn’t know how i could put this in one post so its going to be a multi part fic! i really hope yall enjoy this . i should be updating weekly (hopefully..) pls lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist or if you would like a rundown of the characters xx

anywayss…

Teaser under the cut !! * *‧.₊˚*੭*ˊᵕˋ੭.*

enjoy!! :)

Star Crossed| Armando Aretas

“But Dad, why?” she huffed, throwing her arms in the air in frustration.

“Because i said no.”

“But thats not a good enough answer.”

“Y/n, seriously, leave it alone.” he responded, shooting her a glance.

“But I have been training my whole life for this! How am i supposed to take over one day if you can’t trust me to do this?!” she was seething with rage, her nails digging into her palms. She had been told she could ‘go out in the field’ once she had completed her training and was now being denied that right. To say it pissed her off was a serious understatement.

“Mom would want me to do this!”

“Your mother is dead! She cannot want anything! You’re not going and that is final!”

She took a step back, tears welling in her eyes. Ever since her mother had died on a mission, her father had become cold and distant. It was almost as if he never cared for her.

“Thats not fair , and you know it,” she spoke through gritted teeth, her hands balled up in fists at her sides. “If you really don’t want me there despite me being your best agent, fine. But when it all goes to shit, don’t ask me to help.”

She left her fathers office, the thud of her boots following her. Her father sighed, holding his face in his hands. Y/n was just like her mother, dedicated, hardworking, and undeniably stubborn. She couldn’t understand why her father wouldn’t allow her to assist the team on this mission. She thought he was coddling her, holding her back from her full potential. But in reality, he was protecting her.

She stomped all the way to her room, throwing herself on the plush mattress. Her bedroom door clicked open, the sound of kitten heels on the hardwood floors piquing her attention.

“Little one, what did i tell you about shoes on the bed?” the sweet and comforting voice of her childhood nanny, Rosetta, made her huff out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding. “Sorry Miss Rosetta.” she apologised, unlacing her boots and placing them by her bed. “Good, now what’s with that face? Pretty girls like you shouldn’t frown like that.” Rosetta smiled softly, sitting next to her. Her hair was bouncy and smelled like shea butter and coconut oil. Her makeup was light and refreshing, making her look younger than she really was, though Y/n would never point that out because she knew how sensitive Rosetta was about her looks. she dressed unlike the house staff you would expect to find in a home like Y/n’s, more like a rich aunt rather than a nanny.

“Dad is being difficult again.” Y/n grumbled, crossing her arms, her lip slightly jutted out. Rosetta smiled softly at her, the wrinkles by her eyes becoming more prominent. “Now Miss Y/n, you know he is just looking out for you. He doesn’t want you to get hurt, or worse.” she reasoned, petting y/n’s hair. Rosetta was painfully aware of what had happened to Y/n’s mother, and knew it was a sensitive subject, so she made sure to tread lightly.

Y/n stood from her place on the bed, pacing around her lavish room. “But i am not a baby anymore and he knows that! I am one of the most skilled people on the team but he still treats me like a child. It’s not fair!” she argued, her frustration becoming more and more apparent in the way she spoke.

Rosetta smiled, “Well i can’t blame him when you act like this. If i didn’t know any better, i’d say you were having a temper tantrum,” she joked, her tone light, a gentle grin on her face. Y/n rolled her eyes in response, walking back to her bed. Rosetta held her arms open for her, as she used to when Y/n was younger. She laid her head in Rosetta’s lap, allowing the older woman to rake her fingers through her hair, the tension melting from her body.

“Look, Munchkin, your Baba cares about you. He wants you to be safe, and so do i. He has already lost so much, he cannot lose you too.”, Rosetta affirmed, looking down at the sweet girl in her lap. She looked almost the same as she did when she was a child, still soft and precious, but fiercer and somehow more headstrong.

Y/n often despised the way that no matter what Rosetta said, she made sense, she always made sense. “Now dinner will be ready soon, will you be coming down?” She asked, looking down at the girl curled up in her lap.

“I will, but i’m not talking to him.”

The dinner was quiet as ever, just Y/n and her father sat at the table on opposite ends, the same way it had been since her mother died. Rosetta stood off to the side, refilling their glasses whenever they emptied.

“Silent treatment? Real mature Y/n, real mature.” he father stated, taking a sip from the glass of water Rosetta had poured for him. Y/n stood her ground. She wasn’t trying to be childish or petty, she was trying not to to say something she would regret later on, for she did not have a good grasp on the sharp tongue she inherited from her father. Though, it did make arguments with him all the more interesting. “The target is called Benit-”

“Im not going remember? why would you tell me?” she interrupted harshly, her jaw clenched and eyes glaring daggers at her father. “You exhaust me, daughter, you really do.” Her dad sighed, taking a forkful of food and putting it into his mouth. “I’m just trying to fill the silence that you insist upon, because you are too spoiled to take no for an answer, but i guess that is not good enough for you, because nothing ever is.” he grumbled, knowing perfectly well that she would hear every word.

“I insist on the silence, because at least when it’s silent my very existence isn’t being insulted.” she quipped back, cutting up her food and shoving some in her mouth in a hurried attempt to shut herself up. Her father may be head of one of the most powerful mafia families in the world, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t her dad.

“Well maybe if you just did as you were told for once, without questioning my every decision i wouldn’t have to call you out on your petulance!”

“Oh I’m petulant? Says the man who won’t let anyone do anything because he’s too afraid!”

“You are just like your mother, always flying off the handle, not thinking before acting!”

“Mom never listened to your stupid demands and orders!”

“Look where that got her!, the silence was so deafening you could hear a pin drop. “Honey I-”

“How could you say something like that? She did nothing but love you and this is how you talk about her? You berate her for the only mistake she ever made, which was protecting me! She was perfect, never cursed, was polite and knew how to handle herself without getting herself into trouble. You tell me i am just like her?! Well i wish i was like her, maybe then you wouldn’t view me so negatively . Or maybe you would, because that’s exactly how you view her.” Her fists slammed against the table as she rose from her chair.

“Miss Y/n-”

“Miraculously my appetite has gone, thank you for the food though Rosetta.” and with that, she left to her room.

“I dont even want to hear it, Rose” her father huffed, his brows furrowed and his hands clenched together.

“You are both in the wrong. That’s all.” She smiled, placing her hand on Claude’s shoulder, her thumb grazing the fabric of his well tailored suit.

“I know.”

“Hey Boss?” a tall man, of a muscular build walked up to the table, papers in hand. “Yes Lorenzo?” Claude responded, rubbing his temple with his fingers. “I got everything i could on our target from our guy inside, but his tracker just went dead.” Lorenzo admitted, his head low, making sure not to make eye contact with his boss.

“What do you mean his tracker went dead?” Claude breathed, his fist slamming on the table top, causing Rosetta to jump while she cleaned up. “I mean his tracker was on and then it wasn’t.” Lorenzo asserted, huffing out a breath.

“You think this is funny, Enzo?” Claude stood up, grabbing the collar of Lorenzo’s shirt in his fist and and pulling his face closer toward his own.

“No boss.” Claude stared right into Lorenzo’s eyes, his teeth clenched in fury.

“Fix it.”

“Well, we think he may have been discovered, and you know, blown his cover.” Enzo responded calmly, knowing if he reacted the way he wanted to he’d be out of a job, and possibly a life. “Damn you Aretas.” he sighed, his knees suddenly becoming weak.

“Boss!”

“Claude!”, Rosetta ran to his side, holding him up as Lorenzo helped her situate him in the chair. “Kill him, i dont care what you have to do to make it happen. i want him dead.”

“Miguel. Ven aqí (come here)” a gruff voice demanded silence from a small group of men playing a round of Cheat, at a table in the middle of a worn down garage.

“Yeah Jay?” Miguel answered, a sweet smile gracing his lips, his two gold canines on full display.

“Did you do what i asked you to?” he was strangely calm, his left eyebrow slightly raised in mock amusement.

“Yeah of course i did.” Miguel answered, his hands moving straight to his pockets. He was lying.

“What did i ask you to do, hmm?” Jay’s hand made its way to Miguels face, squishing the skin in his hand, as the panic started and sweat began to settle on his forehead. ‘oh shit, what did he ask me to do,’ he thought, trying hard to remember the simple task he was asked to complete.

“I asked you to count the money.”

“Oh yeaaah count the money,” his response was delayed and drawn out, a clear indication that he had not in fact counted the money like Jay had asked him to.

“You see, Compa (friend), i asked you to do one thing,huh? Una cosa (one thing) , and you couldn’t even do that,” Miguel looked his ‘friend’ up and down, he was clearly upset, he fucked up.. bad.

before he could utter an apology for his incompetence he felt the cool end of a gun against his temple. “One thing buddy, thats all i asked. Look man, I knew you were stupid, but i didn’t know all that food you ate inhibited your brain functions!” Jay’s words were like venom. He was never nice to anyone but this was too far, even for him.

“Look man, i got distracted, I’m sorry, i’ll count the racks up before Boss gets back, i swear just don’t shoot.” he begged, tears beginning to well in his eyes.

“I should shoot ya’ in ya’ head, maybe it’ll rearrange your brain, make you useful, hmm?” he spat, digging the barrel of the gun further into his skull. “Or maybe i should shoot ya’ dick off, maybe then you’ll spend less time thinking about las putas (the whores) we see on the street and more time thinking about the simple fucking things i ask your dumbass to do!”

“Please man, you know i have a wife and kids, man. I am begging you.”

“Damn, i forgot about that pretty little thing you call your wife. fuck, you think if if i shoot you i could play step daddy for you, hmm? Keep your side of the bed warm. Snuggle up with ya’ Mrs, give her some good- ”

*Bang*

The sound of a gunshot resounded through the garage. Miguel checked himself over for bullet holes as Jay’s body hit the ground with a heavy thud, his gun falling from his grasp.

“Louis.” Armando said, watching the blood pour from Jay’s lifeless body and pool around him. “Yeah boss?,” a young boy, no older than 19 stood abruptly from his seat at the card table, almost knocking his chair over.

“Clean that up will you? I hate rats.”

“Yes boss.”

“And Miguel? Go count the money before i bury you with him.”

“Yes, boss.”

Hope you enjoyed the teaser!! the first part will be out soon xx

[yappathonwinner]

I know yall dont give a fuck but i just played the worst game of chess in MY LIFFFFFFEEEEEEE OH MY GOD SOMEONE REVOKE MY 1400 CARD THAT WAS SO BAAAAAD. Legit some 800 rating play im baffled i drew literally so trash

I need to brush up on my spanish lines frrrrr its my favorite but i havent played it in years so i was so rusty. Yiiiiikes.

[like-wuatafauq]

Wtf??? I'm sorry that your ex was so dismissive about your culture I can't imagine how hurtful that must've been 'cuz that's such an important part of who you are... and for her to judge your accent is super messed up :(

Your background is not something to be ashamed of or try to suppress for someone else's comfort

I'm bilingual too so I totally get the struggle of switching it back and forth 🥹

I actually feel like my Indonesian is getting a bit rusty these days since I use English so much more now. But I've been making more of an effort to practice it regularly so I think I'm starting to find a good balance again. I'm also trying to learn German atm and I only know a handful of words so far :)

Oh and I've actually been listening to a lot of Spanish songs and they're so good 😩

Idk what half the words mean but I be out here dancing along anyway so if you have any recs for artists or songs I should check out pls do share!!!

Also I made over 100+ online friends just last night. I think I might've overdone it a bit but it was so much fun! A lot of them are younger than me so I'm out here feeling like a proud internet mama

They're all my virtual children now >:)

And yesss I'm a proud high femme so if I ever go to a pride event I'd be rocking all the skirts and dresses. I love anything pink or frilly it just makes me feel like a pretty princess 🙂‍↕️

From ♡

Oh dude it was so bad I only cooked her mexican food once...and that's a whole other story but I ended up not cooking mexican food for her....ever...ever again..im not exaggerating (not including burritos or tacos but even on those I didn't use my mexican recipes) it was bad... and I was like oh god! They never showed this side of them before!! I can't be with them wtf!!! And like obviously that was on top of how mean they were towards me so like it was just bad fr. however she's beside the point now, it's just ik for a fact when I open up to someone again I'm gonna have to explain how bad it really was and oooof. But hey as long as it gets me to be open to the right person! someone who deserves aaaaalllll of my love <3 so I can put her in the past, once someone is able to understand why I would react certain ways and my fears they'll know i dont actually think about her, just trauma awareness :)

Also knowing Indonesian sounds super cool! Even if you are a bit rusty that's okay! German is also pretty cool I hope you pick it up quickly 😎I believe in you!

As for spanish music.... guys.... do not ask me this... that's literally 90% of what I listen to in the car or when I'm cooking lmaooo

I'm so happy you made so many queer friends how did you do it so quickly tho?????? Sure online but how???? Lmaoo

I looooooovvveeeeee high femmesssss I don't care if it's goth, dark,pastel,pinky,cottage core,cowgirl, witchy core aesthetic or latina & other culture high femme. As long as it's femme like it just aghhhhhhjjj (of course I don't expect someone to be that way all the time) but mainly that being their look just always gets me ,you girlies are amazing. I could never do what yall do.

[catxmendoza]

@milesawayellis​

the side of the road outside of olympus.

“What the hell do you mean it’s going to be four hours?” She bit into the phone, teeth grinding in anger as she paced back and forth in front of her smoking car. “No, no, no, you listen to me cabrón, the whole point of me paying for the stupid AAA in the first place is so I don’t have to deal with shit like this! I’ve waited three hours for this truck, so you can either get it here now, or I can reach through this phone and- Does it sound like a threat, idiota?! ...Hello?” Catalina pulled the phone away from her ear to look at it in sheer disbelief and sheer rage. “Did this pinche pendejo just hang up on me?!” A frustrated sound between a groan and a cry left her lips as she whirled around to kick at her car. “You stupid... pinche... Vete a la mierda, pedazo de mierda! 

She was out of breath by the time she was finished, her chest and her shoulders rising and falling with every breath she took. The anger was still there, though, and the frustration. Spotting someone driving towards her in the distance, and knowing she didn’t want to sit in the Middle of Nowhere, Louisiana to bake. With little choice and fully knowing her gun was in her purse at her feet, she stuck out her thumb.

[workstudyprogress]

tag game

thank you @archaeostudy​ for tagging me!! <33

rules: answer 17 questions and tag twenty one blogs. (couldn’t do 21 lol so i did my mutuals)

nickname: sasha

star sign: sagittarius

height: 5'4

last film i watched: to all the boys i’ve loved before

favourite musician: joni mitchell or lorde

song stuck in my head: california by joni mitchell

other blogs: no

do I get asks: no :(( yall can send me asks, even just rant about your day idc it would make my day

blogs following: 179

what am i wearing: cool jeans, striped shirt

dream job: diplomacy/translator

dream trip: traveling through canada, europe, or russia

play any instruments?: guitar and piano

languages: english, spanish (cuban spanglish, very rusty lol) and french

favourite food: i LOVE a really well-made pizza or healthy stuff like salad bowls

favourite song: landslide by fleetwood mac

random fact: i started this blog because studyblr motivated me to do schoolwork and get through high school, and now im going to college in less than a month so thank u studyblr!! mwah

tagging: @z-oologystudy​ @thedelinquentstudent​ @paulinas-studies​ @likystudy​ @lovelystudy​ @janeclarestudies @mddgadstudv @munibahstudies

[angelkimmich]

1-8 tag game

I was tagged by @paris-saint-neymar & @jeromesboateng thank yall sorry it took me 10 yrs ��

One insecurity:

i wish i was curvier! i’m insecure about my figure

Two fears:

failure, or just not living up to the high standards i have for myself

losing my loved ones or just being alone

Three turn ons:

good manners! im a hoe for a gentleman like being v respectful and courteous pls pull my chair out open doors for me etc

when someone’s really into fashion, health etc like takes special care of their appearance and body

passion! for anything whether its a sports team or your favorite subject or cars or the environment etc

Four goals:

regain my fluency in german and urdu! i grew up speaking those languages but after we moved to the us i’ve gotten pretty rusty

i want to learn arabic and spanish tooooo

go on a tour of europe w my family esp munich bc i spent my early childhood there AND would love to see bayern munich play at the allianz arena

to successfully run start my own business someday and become financially free so i can own a tesla and one of those tech-filled, eco-friendly futuristic houses LOL

Five likes:

desserts oof i have such a sweet tooth 

makeup & fashion

autumn 

interior design & architecture

im kinda a nerd for tech

Six weaknesses:

i’m pretty reserved

i’m weirdly moody like the smallest thing can ruin my day but a few hrs later im back to 100%

i’m not good with expressing emotions

i procrastinate sooo much

im bad at giving emotional support id rather suggest how to fix the problem

i’m not assertive enough

Seven loves:

my family

my friends

photography

music

traveling

my city & community

football 

Tag eight people: (some of y’all might already have done this but oops)

@neuersnutella @ayy-jhope @diemunchkins @khwaish-e-dil @jungenundsterne @footballforeverrrrr @loriskariius21 @zsmmn

[raamensims]

Just would like to say I love the conclusion of other languages also do u google translate it or do u already know it but like can we get a close up on the triplets there mean and feisty but beautiful in the same way

Heya! Omg thank you so much - I actually have a lot of spanish under my belt - I do my best to read and write it ( my speaking is hella rusty and slow) and from time to time I do use a translator bc yah girl needs it sometimes! 

And offf course you can get a close upppp - maybe ill make a post of them because they deserve it - i love them a lot and i cant wait for yall to get to know them more! 

[ohfuckohfucknoplease]

oh damn yall uhh.

1. I'm also a polyglot, I did forget some languages, but I'm fluent in russian, ukranian, english (obv) n polish, used to b fluent in norwegian tho I'm hella rusty now, used to have b2 in german, french n spanish, know japanese phonetically, but suck at readin n writin.

2. I drank bleach twice in span of 6 months. (both times an accident, I got rushed to er n got to the same doc both times, was honestly hilarious.)

3. my friend circle is in hundreds n I speak to everyone outta that circle regularly.

idk who to tag, so whoever wanna do it, go for it.

If you get this we've been trying to reach you about your cars extended warantee.

Just kidding!! Answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know you!! 💖

Ok first, I’d that a Tomotasauce reference??? Second, Pinterest be wilding. Third, your facts!

1. I jumped off a cliff in the Bahamas once

2. I’m an actual black belt

3. I’m a polyglot! I speak English, Spanish, German, and I know a few words in Japanese!

Ok I’ll @ some blogs @shywitchyfangirl @camomile-t @borkthemork @absolutely-correct-amphibia @ohfuckohfucknoplease @deltarune-au-domain @katyahina