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ssparksflyy · 8 days

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OMG BELLS REQS ARE OPEN AAAA

literally any kind of Leo x latina reader please cause im just in love with how you write him

ask and thou shall receive ༉‧₊˚.

leo valdez dating hcs! ✶ ࣪˖࿐ *

pairing: leo valdez x latina!reader warning(s): swearin + gringas this one aint for u pookies ♡♡ a/n: BRO. i had to rewrite this completely twice bcs i kept on forgetting to save it nd it would all delete 😭 also ty girlie ♡

leo valdez, certified loverboy

his lips gotta be surgically detached from you cause damn

this boy loves kissing u

big big fan of u wearing lipgloss/lipstick cause then it gets on his lips nd leaves him all heart eyes

its like his own lil trophy

nd hey it reminds the other girlies that hes taken !! not available !! go find someone else !!

so u best believe u do it w a SMIRK.

best dance partner to ever dance partner

his hands go all over u girl

but that usual firm grip on ur waist omfg 😵‍💫😵‍💫

also does not gaf if he feels like his legs r about to fall off, if u wanna keep dancing then dance he shall

only other people he would dance w are little kids who ask him to ♡

good asf with kids im afraid

he claims that its because their imaginations are still big, hence making it easier for him to actually enjoy having a conversation with them instead of like ... politics ( hes never had a convo about politics )

he so wouldve loved spending time with family if he had the chance :((

he so becomes besties w ur mama tho ♡♡

( if shes mortal ofc )

they instantly clicked when u introduced them to each other :))

ur mom loves how sweet he is nd how much he cares abt you ♡

you left for a second to go to the restroom nd came back to the comadres looking at baby pics

like ?? u left for 2 seconds ??

wdym hes already getting the family chisme shes just met this man ??

its that leo valdez charm or somethin

cause like if ur dads a mortal he also really likes him 😭

ofc hes gotta pull the whole overprotective dad bit first

but once they get talking he slowly gets more comfortable w him :))

he also appreciates how much he cares nd how he puts u first ♡♡

i feel like mortal parents would just care if they treat u right nd are loyal

or maybe they dont nd actually become stricter

....

who knows anyway back to repair boy

THE roses man

his fav flowers

he thinks it romantic its classy and hey who doesnt love a good red rose

he could spend days making you a bunch of metal flowers nd painting them nd make a bouquet

but he gives u a metal flower everyday !!

so u best believe for special occasions he buys u a big ol ramo of roses nd a cute lil plushie or somethin ♡

v cute v cute v that sould be me

u best believe when u move in together

oh yea. ur future is already planned out together

theres always something bomb for dinner

whether its homemade or ordered in, u eat good every night ♡

"but i cant cook!' dw pooks he can !!

he asked ur parent for ur fav homemade meals nd asked them to teach him how they make it :((

best believe u wake up to breakfast made every weekend

nd ofc all he asks for back is kisses ♡

im tellin u. an addict. cannot get enough. its not normal man

youve got a stash of candies in one of ur cabinets for whenever u crave themmm

constantly gotta restock up tho cause they do NOT last

u guys def talk crap in spanish

i mean obviously , who doesnt

but if u desperately need a gossip sesh but r like surrounded by ppl you whip out the spanish ykyk

sigh, i want a leo valdez ♡♡

a/n two: hope u enjoyed !! idk if these r kinda short but tbh im so sleepy nd havent had good sleep at all this week so im ending it here, have a good day/night !!

peace from manhattan,

percy jackson ♡

#percy jackson #pjo #heroes of olympus #pjo x reader #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo x reader #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x you #leo valdez #by bells ♡⋆ ࣪.

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valstranquility · 18 days

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AMIGAS Y CHISME PODCAST

pairing: rutger mcgroarty x cami flores

notes: WELCOME TO MY NEW AU! pls do not think about the timeline of things described in this!! I am aware it might not make sense!! like always, please excuse any errors or inaccuracies.

cami & rut

Cami was in Los Angeles for the week which meant meeting up and working with all of her internet friends. She was most excited to meet with her friend Angie, who had her podcast, Amigas y Chisme, and wanted to record an episode with her. Cami loved talking to all who would listen to her, so agreeing to go on the podcast was an easy yes.

“Hi, guys! Welcome or welcome back to Amigas y Chisme! I’m Angie and today I’m joined by a special guest, the amazing, talented Camila Sofia Flores,” Angie says with excitement.

“Oh, full name. Wow,” Cami says laughing. “Hi, guys! This has been a long time coming.”

“I know! You’ve gotta come out to L.A. more often.”

“Girl, I’ve got school. I think you forgot we didn’t all drop everything to move to the City of Angels,” she says, slightly mocking Angie.

“Bitch,” Angie responds, not taking offense at all. “But speaking of school, how is that? I barely graduated high school so I have no idea what college life is like.”

“Well, for those who don’t know, I’m a film major at the University of Michigan. But yeah, so far it’s been really good. I feel like I’m thriving over there.”

“Yeah, I wanted to bring that up. Why Michigan? I know you’re from Texas, so why not stay close to home? Cause I know Santi, your older brother, stayed in Texas.”

“Michigan wasn’t even on my radar if I’m being honest. But then I saw a clip of their gymnastics team and was like ‘Oh. I didn’t know they had all this.’ So I checked them out and eventually fell in love.

“And I knew that moving so far away would give me an independence that I never would have gotten if I stayed in Texas. It would've been like a fresh start. But I wasn’t completely alone. Lina, my bestest friend ever, is also at Michigan, we’re doing gymnastics together. I wouldn’t have been so confident in moving to Michigan if it weren’t for her.”

“Oh my god. I was also gonna bring up your whole gymnastics thing. How did that become your sport? I feel like I’m asking you all the things I should have asked you when we first became friends,” Angie says laughing.

“My mom put me in gymnastics when I was like 3 or 4. I was just a kid who was always tumbling and doing little flips on the couch so she looked up a gym near us. But I also started soccer when I was like 7, so I was just doing both and I loved it. But my gymnastics coach said I could have a lot of potential if I really put all my time and energy into it, so my mom made the choice to take me off my little youth soccer team and took me to a bigger, more serious gymnastics training center.”

“Oh, wow. I had no idea you started that young,” Angie says.

“Yeah, that coach told my mom that because I had an early start I could grow up to be good.”

“And it sure did. I have this list of your accomplishments that I will now be reading,” she says, clearing her throat. Cami starts laughing and covering her face, growing slightly red. “You were a three-time regional beam champion and a two-time regional floor champion. You were the regional champion on the vault and in the all-around. You won the state championship on the vault, beam, and floor twice.

“Now I don’t know what any of that means but I said the word champion a couple of times, so I know you’re good. Girl, you should be in the Olympics.”

“Oh, I don’t know if I’m that good. Even if I was, I don’t think I’d be able to handle that pressure.”

“Hmm, I think your mom would disagree,” Angie says laughing.

“Stop. Have you been talking to my mom? Dude I swear she thinks I’m the best gymnast in the world,” Cami replies. “I don’t know how she had time to come to many of my meets. All her other kids are in sports too.”

“That’s where I think your mom went right. Like I wish my mom put me in a sport when I was little. Maybe then I’d actually be doing something with my life,” Angie jokes.

“No, stop. Don’t even say that. I’m technically doing the same thing as you.” “And how did your mom react to that? Did you like ask her before you started posting or let her find out after?”

“Um, I definitely let her find out after I already posted a couple of videos,” Cami says laughing. “But it was very early on like I only had a couple thousand subscribers at the time and I was still in high school. She was very against it at the start. She was worried about my safety and was bringing up like every worst-case scenario. But I eventually got her to chill out and now she loves it. She loves being in the videos and even has her own TikTok now.”

“I see her videos all the time and I eat them up every single time. How did the rest of your family react?”

“My dad never really cared. Well, it wasn’t like he didn’t care, he just wasn’t as against it as my mom was. My dad’s always been that way, ‘As long as you’re safe and happy, I’m happy.’ Um, Santi didn’t care at the start but now he’s always like ‘I’m never in the videos anymore, my fans miss me.’ I always assure him that absolutely no one is missing him. And then the rest of my siblings were like ‘Okay?’ They didn’t care and weren’t interested in being in the videos at first. Except Cely. She’s always wanted to be in the videos, so I’m always taking her places with me.”

After reading the sponsors, Angie wants to find out more about Cami’s life in Michigan.

“So, as you know, I am all about the Chisme. I mean I created a whole podcast just so I can have an outlet for it. I am now going to ask you some questions and the goal of these questions is to try and get all the chisme out of you. Some are easy to answer and some might be more personal. Are you ready?”

“Damn, ok. Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Okay, first question. Are you in a relationship?” she asks with a smirk, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, I am,” Cami responds, already growing red.

“Please, tell us more. What’s his name? How did you meet? How did you get together? What’s he like? Please tell us all the details,” Angie says enthusiastically.

“You’re so annoying,” she replies laughing. “But, since you wanted to know so bad. His name is Rutger. [i made this next part up, don’t read too much into it :)] Um, we met on a random college tour. We were in different groups and passed by each other several times. We just walked past, gave each other a little smile but that was it. But then we ran into each other again in a dining hall. I got a closer look at him and thought he was cute but I was like whatever. I was with my mom and my sister and they went to get food so I was alone at a table. I was on my phone texting Lina cause she was going on the same tour later in the month.

“I remember I had just sent her a text when someone approached me and said hi. Surprise, surprise; it was Rut. I could tell he was nervous cause he kept messing with his hair and kept looking back at his table of friends. I was like ‘Hi?’ and he jumped straight into the small talk and asked me what I thought of the school. I remember we talked for a little bit and then suddenly he was like ‘I’m Rutger by the way.’ I introduced myself and he asked for my Insta. Now, I was a little hesitant to give it to him, cause I only had one account and it was the one connected to my YouTube. So he was gonna be able to see that I was verified and had all these followers and for some reason that was so embarrassing to me. But I sucked it up and gave it to him. We followed each other and then he said he had to go. And that was it.”

“Aww, that’s kinda cute,” Angie comments. “What did he think of your Instagram and YouTube?”

“He told me that he liked that I had it because it allowed him to learn more about me and my personality.”

“So how did you two get together?” “Well, he DM’d me the next day. And then from there, we talked like every day. We didn’t meet up again until a couple of months later during my spring break. He flew to Texas and asked me to be his girlfriend. He met my entire family, but he wasn’t nervous at all.” “Wait he flew to Texas, solely to ask you to be his girlfriend? Cami that is so fucking cute.”

“Well, yeah,” Cami says laughing. “He kept saying he wanted to see me again, so I told him to come. But when he got to Texas my parents were like ‘If you go out, take one of the kids with you.’” “So they wanted you guys to have a chaperone?”

“Yeah, kind of. We always took Emily cause she was too young to care.”

“Aww, love her. She’s the cutest thing ever. Okay, next question. What does a typical day in your life look like?”

“Ooh. Um, it’s different every day. I’m a morning person so I gladly wake up at 6:30. I wake up and then I usually go to the gym. It’s either the gym or Pilates. I’ve been going to Pilates for a long time now. Um, then I go back home and get some work done before practice. Practice is usually in the morning. My classes are usually in the afternoon or the evening. So I have the rest of the time to relax and hang out with friends and Rutger,” she adds with a cheeky smile.

“Okay, all I got from that is that I could never be an athlete. I hate working out.”

“Oh, not me. It just makes me feel really good. And it gives me something to do,” Cami adds with a laugh.

“Okay, this last question is unrelated to your life in Michigan, but more for my own curiosity. Who is your favorite sibling?”

“Now why would you ask me that?” she asks after a moment of silence.

“Hey, now. Don’t go questioning my interview skills. Answer the question,” she says with a smirk.

“Ugh, whatever. I don’t have one favorite, I have two: Gabi and Cely. But it’s okay cause Chente is Santi’s favorite and Emily is the youngest so she’s my parents’ favorite.” “Okay, I expected Cely cause obviously, but Gabi too? Really? Wow.” “Yeah. You would expect him to be like ‘I’m too cool for you now’ but he was never like that. He still likes going out with me on random errands. And Cely’s always been like that. They’re both my little buddies.”

“Oh wow. And that concludes this portion of our video. Everyone give it up for Cami. Whoo!” she says, clapping. “Before we go, we have to do something very important. As you know, you guys can call in and leave messages for us to listen to and we asked you guys to ask Cami for any advice you think she could give you. Let’s play the first message!”

A recording starts playing: “Hi Angie! Hi Cami! My name is Brisa and I’m a huge fan of you guys, I’ve been watching you for years. The thing I need advice from Cami on is how to convince my Mexican parents to let me go to college out of state. I live in Idaho but my dream school is Stanford. I know you moved from home to go to college and I was wondering how you went about it. At this point, anything helps. Thanks, love you guys!”

“Hi Brisa! What I did was I convinced one parent at a time. I knew my dad would be more open to the idea, so I tried convincing him first because then I already had someone on my side when I talked to my mom. I say pick your battles. Do your research. Have a plan for every little thing because most of the time they will question everything. But I also think I wasn’t like most cases. I went up to my mom and said ‘Look, you’re the one that signed me up for gymnastics and you’re the one that wanted me to be the best. Michigan is going to help me succeed.’ Also, tell your parents that Stanford is a stone's throw away from Idaho. Tell them it could be worse, California is closer than, like, New York or something.” “Okay, so what I got from that is guilt trip your parents,” Angie jokes.

“I mean if that’s what it takes,” Cami says, shrugging.

“Thank you, Brisa for submitting a message! Let’s play the second one.” The second recording starts playing: “Oh my god! Hi, amigas! I’m such a big fan of both of you. I’m Jackie and I am looking for relationship advice. My boyfriend and I are going through a rough patch right now and I guess I just wanted to ask how you and your boyfriend find time for each other and keep the relationship steady. We’re both really busy with school and he’s an athlete so we were considering if taking a break was the best thing right now. Any advice helps! Thanks, amigas, love you. Bye!”

“Hi, Jackie! I’m sorry you guys are going through that right now. First of all, I know everyone says this but it’s true, communicate. You guys need to be able to communicate how you’re feeling to each other without any judgment. I know how busy both your schedules can get but try your best to carve out that time to spend with each other. Show your support to each other. He needs to make sure that he’s showing you he cares about you and what you’re going through and you have to do the same to him. But I think taking a break can be healthy if it's done right. As long as you communicate and set your boundaries, you don’t have to be scared of taking a break. It shows your maturity as a couple that you recognized that maybe a little separation can do you some good. I hope you both figure this out and come out of this stronger than ever,” Cami finishes, throwing out a little heart to the camera.

“Thank you so much Brisa and Jackie for sending your messages. I hope Cami was able to help you guys out. But that is all we have for you today. Cami, thank you so much for joining me today. It was so much fun and I can’t wait for you to be back again.” “Thank you for having me! Next time you have to come to Michigan.” “Yeah, we’ll see about that,” she jokes. “Ok guys, I’ll see you next week. Go subscribe and follow all of Cami’s socials. I love you guys, bye!”

“Bye guys,” Cami says, giving the camera a wave.

#— cami&rut au #rutger mcgroarty #rutger mcgroarty x cami flores #rutger mcgroarty fic

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thealleydog · 8 months

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LONG LONG LONG STORYTIME ABOUT HOW MY LIFE GOT FLIP TURNED UPSIDE DOWN THIS PAST WEEKEND (tldr at the bottom)

Guest starring @wint3r-h3art ~! 💖💖💖

This is chisme. Gossip. Personal life stuff. But I am, still, very much unemployed.

This wasn't on my 2023 bingo card. I didn't know this was gonna happen when I ate those grapes under the table of a New York dive bar. But sometimes you gotta get your heart broke before you can shake some shit up.

My mentor and close friend owns the tattoo shop we work(ed) at. He taught us how to tattoo on top of some real-life lessons. And if people were to ask me, I'll always credit him for getting me to where I am now. But this bitch is a severely traumatized, unmedicated bipolar who ends up taking it out on the people closest to him. Amazing man who wants to be a good person to his people. But - untreated and refuses therapy.

And while he can be a good man, he will put your ass THROUGH IT. I'm telling you, my homie, Fabian, and I literally had almost quit our apprenticeships because we were helping him build that shop, and it was STRESSFUL. But it made us tough. Instead, I settled for a full mental breakdown along the shore and stared at the lake for an hour or so.

(Side note, why does crying clear up the face and make you look beautiful??? That's no makeup right there?!?!)

We two and our other homie, Primo, have been there for the beginning. I'm talking as soon as quarantine was lifted enough that shops in the city were allowed to reopen and could cut our hair again. (I got a shaggy mullet.) So that's three years of our lives to give to this shop and him. Everyone else that came in and was with us to the end are literally amazing people. Like the social circle we had there was something we don't wanna let go of. And he was almost like our dad in a way.

Anyways! So this summer hasn't been the best and in an effort to get new blood and clients into the shop, four of us decided to work a booth at Anime Magic and represent the shop. There was a whole row just for tattoo artists and we knew a handful of them from other shops. (The community is surprisingly small.) We spent about a month worrying and preparing and buying supplies. It's mine and Mari's first con, but Fabian and David knew what to do and we passed inspection.

All's good, right? I'm excited. I booked @wint3r-h3art and her husband! They came all the way from Boston to get stabbed by me. (Which oh my god I'm still humbled someone would do that!)

So I'm tattooing my first internet friend I get to meet in real life...

Then Mari stopped tattooing and showed me the mass text we got from him.

Bro.

My heart fell into my ass and I felt the world crumble. It was so embarrassing. Had to pull up my big girl panties and knock out these tattoos though. I ain't no punk.

At the end of the night, Fabian and I try to call him, trying to see where his headspace is at and if he's okay. He didn't answer at first, but he called back. I didn't say anything because I was sitting all quiet, full of disappointment and crying a bit. Fabian tried to tell him we are here for him and we love him - only for him to hang up on us.

So we head to the shop to check on every still there. The mood is just...

Everyone is heart broken and disappointed and scared even. But the kicker is the lady who does the office paperwork felt safe enough to tell us how he was acting lately. How he'd talk shit about us and vent his frustrations to her. But he'd act more than okay with us. Even when we would talk to him, he never showed his feelings about anything he vented to her. His mental health was definitely getting worst and with four of us at the convention, all he wanted was for something to go wrong that Friday.

And it did. One of the artists has to go back to her home country for surgery because of a numbness that has been bothering her for three years. She told us she was gonna put her two weeks in and work a little at other places until she had to leave. So when she holds his hands and begins to tell him "I have to leave -"

"Okay then go. Pack your stuff immediately."

Didn't give her a chance to explain or talk even when she begged him to listen. Had to pack her stuff into garbage bags.

Then he sent that massive text that morning we were at the convention.

Mind you, we are a crew of nine people, including two baby apprentices. We think we ain't got jobs. I was able to not think about it the rest of the night because Linda and her hubs were so awesome, and I got to eat and drink something for the first time since 8 or 9 am. (But for real, you guys are the highlight of my story so far!) Anxiety? Betrayal? The streets??? On an empty stomach, good Lord. ⚰️

Day 2 and Day 3 go by. We're still tattooing. But now people are starting to ask questions. So we tell them our situation. It's like blood in the water.

"Come work with us!"

"We got spots!"

"You should come by and talk to the owner of our shop."

Apparently our shop has a GOOD reputation. And all the artists do good work so people want us to work for them.

The now Refuge Gang decided on Sunday night to go to shop and just clean out our equipment, which would leave the owner with a very empty shop on Monday. We just didn't want to deal with him anymore considering he was being very manic with his texting and how he was responding to people in the shop. Gave no illusion that he would change his mind.

That night I felt empty and lost. I felt terrible about that this had to happen with him. He really saved me by teaching me. But this was abusive. With a heavy heart, I was the last to leave my key in the office. Wasn't expecting to cry.

We ended the night with Korean BBQ, plum wine, and several shots of shochu.

I think everything is gonna be alright. He tried to call me twice during this whole thing. But I ignored it because I'm not going back and I need space from him for a long time. Still love him, but that was something I won't tolerate anymore is people abusing me in any shape or form. Even cherished friends.

I have a job lined up not too far from my place and I'll be apprenticing one of the babies from the old shop as part of the deal! Even though she's like my age, but Dani's awesome as fuck. Gotta step my pussy up and guide her and myself on this wild unknown road!

Fingers crossed I just need to meet the boss this Friday to iron out the details. But this one is set up where I could actually... have a life. I can be an artist again. A real, piece of shit, beautifully grotesque, smut artist that I've been! (Check out my Instagram and scroll down, you'll see what I mean.) The Refuge Gang have started a group chat to support and look out for each other. We're making sure everyone will be working again and stable. Someone us even got into some real Chicago staple shops! I'm proud of all these talented hoes.

AND and, HOPEFULLY, because we liked each other so much and we're all incredibly talented - Fabian has spearheaded an idea and is in the works of starting an artist collective! Working on getting funding, investors, a building, THE WORKS. That way we can be artists AND tattoo artists. We'll be our own bosses. If everything goes well, we should have everything organized by the spring. It takes fucking forever for shit to happen in Chicago, but we'll be having meetings to talk and work together on this project.

TLDR: My homie got me and the Refuge Gang fucked up but we're wily. Tattooing isn't for punk bitches.

#STORYTIME #tattooing is wild

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taetaesangel · 1 year

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SOMEHOW I MISSED THIS ??? I feel so honored omg 🥹 thank u nana ily !!!!

Tag game and tagged by sweetest ever @bitchlessdino

rules: write down your top 10 biases and answer the following questions.

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No order to mine! Limiting to two per group or it’d just be like two groups LMAO

1. Taehyung (BTS)

2. Jimin (BTS)

3. Seokmin (Seventeen)

4. Minghao (Seventeen)

5. Haseul (LOONA)

6. Kim Lip (LOONA)

7. Juyeon (The Boyz)

8. Seonghwa (Ateez)

9. Mina (Twice)

10. Chaeyoung (Twice)

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1. between 1&4 who would you rather kiss?

MY GOD starting off strong 😵‍💫 okay okay, while tae is my ultimate bias and the loml I *do * think about hao’s lips way too often …. so minghao ✨

2. Between 2&7 who would be your best friend?

oof gotta be jimin, i don’t think i could stay friends with juyeon (like i don’t think we’d click in a platonic way if that makes sense??) … jimin and i would easily bond over chisme and our sense of humor, for sure

3. Between 5&10 who has the better voice?

ahghhh chae is my girl and is a real ace but haseul for sure has the best voice, have you heard that woman sing?? she could make twinkle twinkle sound like a masterpiece

4. Between 1&8 who is the funniest?

lol neither are drop dead hilarious on their own but there would never be a dull moment with tae 😭 like he’d pull a face and have me dying

5. Between 6&9 who would you date?

BITCHSGFGG okay lippie is THAT girl but something abt mina has always charmed me, from my earliest days into kpop…i’d be a nervous wreck but taking her on a date would be my greatest accomplishment 😭

6. Between 9&10 who would you do a collaboration with?

A MICHAENG SUBUNIT WOULD EAT, CAN’T WE HAVE THAT INSTEAD <//////3 i guess in an alternate universe where i pursued music i’d love to work with chaeng, she’s so creative and fun and i think working on smth in the studio would be so fun with her !!

7. Between 4&8 who is the better dancer?

not these sexy lanky b^tches 😭 this is so hard wait, bc obviously hao has this incredible background in bboy and shines in performance team, BUT HWA can absolutely hold his own and is an incredible performer in ateez …. omg ok after careful consideration i think i’d vote for seonghwa (i’m surprised too!) bc his talent plus his stage presence and expressions make him so captivating every time he’s on stage

8. Between 3&5 who would you most likely marry?

BOTHBOTHBOTHBOTH PLEASE GOD 😭 seokmin or haseul ……… phewwww 😥 they’re both perfect marriage material, that’s wild …. ok for a) the superficial reason that i’m straight and b) the fact that he’s my ideal type, i have to go for seokmin (as if you have to try hard to convince me LOL) but haseul my beloved, call me anytime !!

9. Between 1&7 who would you nurse when they are sick?

my heart <333 ok i feel like tae would be so annoying LOL he’d be so needy but also frustrating to work with, like doing what he wants and juyeon… *dreamy sigh* he’d be so pliant and sweet, wanting to get well and listen to my directions and stare into my eyes …. OKAY NEXT-

10. Between 2&3 who has the better smile?

IMPOSSIBLE …. jimin or seokmin???? sweet angel lovely baby or bright eyesmile sunshine boy ??? just purely based on serotonin levels, it has to go to jimin because his happiness is mine … but they’re such different smiles that this question is so silly to me idk onto the last !!

11. Between 6&8 who would you vacation with?

OH B a vacation with kim lip would be so fun, we’d have a blast 😭😭 she’s such a dork and loves to have fun visiting places but also she’d be down to chill and have downtime, yeah i’m picking her for sure hehe

this was my first ask thing!! thank u again nana for the tag <3 makes me feel like i actually have friends on this app lol (sob)

ok i can only tag writers i love bc idk anyone else so guys! if u see this feel free to ignore bc you’re busy on here but ily and hope you’re well!!

@ssentimentals @husbandhoshi @sluttyminghao

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theinternest · 2 years

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dancing

lately i been thinking a lot about the experience of getting lost in a dark crowded room with strangers. dancing. its a human equalizer—the dance floor welcomes everyone. a unifying symbol of redemption and absolution. the dance floor is where community transforms into family. i’ve been reading andrew holleran’s dancer from the dance. i’m fascinated by his dreamy and often nasty descriptions of night clubs and dance floors. he manages to capture the eroticism of dancing and sweating and being semi naked next to complete strangers. i’ve also been thinking a lot about my existence in nueva york. who and what has shaped the person i am today, 5 and so years after leaving texas. the characters have been many, as have the odd jobs. it takes a minute to find your people. that is true for any one place in the world but, as i’ve found out, especially true for nueva York. there’s like 9million people searching for themselves here, it’s a fierce circus and there’s space for everyone. you just gotta find your tent. i met chuy and rafa at a loteria night in BUSHWICK hosted by amador—a gentle and gorgeous friend i met at the rosemont years ago. this party was a means of building community, outside of the night club scene. alcohol and drugs were flowing aplenty but we all got to know each other. we actually played loteria and gossiped all night long. chisme is behind my faithful meeting with chuy and rafa. when i walked in to that loteria night, the first thing i noticed was two gays dandole duro al chisme on the couch. i recognized chuy from a previous loteria night, and thought, de aqui soy. y desde entonces, my life in nueva york has changed. the feeling of belonging positively alters reality. knowing that you’re not alone in this sea of madness is comforting and empowering. we’ve cried together. we’ve laughed together. we’ve been high together. and yet, the dance floor continues to be the place where our bonds strengthen the most. we love to dance. wether it’s at a rave or at a bday party or at boiler room (we spent many winter nights there) dancing is essential <3

“their true lives began when they walked through this door—and were baptized into a deeper faith, as if brought to life by miraculous immersion. they lived only for the night.” andrew holleran

fotos: rialto en crown heights con hazel

#nyc #dancing #new blog #nueva york #gay #queer

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ozzygonza · 3 years

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𝘈𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘌𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦.

𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, "𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵?"

𝘌𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸. "𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘦?" 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵.

𝘈 𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

"𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘪𝘴 𝘑𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢 𝘏𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘯, 𝘑𝘰𝘴𝘦," 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘦. "𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘈 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘖𝘩! 𝘚𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥? 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘺."

"𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨..."

"𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺."

"𝘞𝘰𝘸, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘸."

𝘈𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘑𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. "𝘍𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘑𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 '𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴' 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 '𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴,'" 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝘏𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘥. "𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵! 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯?"

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵. "𝘠𝘦𝘱! 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳," 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥.

"𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘯, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳," 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. "𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺."

𝘈𝘯𝘢 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. "𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵," 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥. "𝘛𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘈𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘎𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘯."

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crispyimagines17 · 6 years

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Imagine

Working on a Coffee Shop and Keanu being constantly flirting with you, until he finally has the chance to shamelessly invite you to dinner.

#friday im in love mood #all the love to arely... a fantastic writer and chisme time partner... thank you for gifing this scene #Keanu Reeves #keanu reeves imagine #imagine keanu reeves #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves x you #something's gotta give #matrix #john wick

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heythere-mel · 2 years

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Late

Frankie Morales x f!reader

W/C: <900

Warnings: mild language, mutual pining, fluff 🤍

Summary: When you have trouble getting to sleep one night, you give your favorite person a call.

A/N: This is just the result of my rather restless night. Enjoy bbys 💜

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Hey, you up?

This was dumb. Of course he wasn’t up. It’s after 1AM. You should’ve just shut your eyes and willed yourself to fall asleep but it was so much easier said than done at this point.

Not a very sexy start to a late night booty call but I’ll take it.

He always knew how to make you laugh.

Shut up Frankie. I can’t sleep.

Your phone instantly lights up with his contact photo. “Okay, now give me serious,” you remember telling him. This being the end result.

“Frankie you didn’t have to call me.”

“Nahhh, I’m not doing anything else. Who needs sleep anyway?”

“You do old man!”

“Uhhh, if it weren’t for this old man and his own shitty sleeping patterns you’d be talking to yourself again so, you’re welcome.”

“Ha ha, thanks I guess.”

“Háblame. How was your day hermosa?”

No matter how many times he said it, that nickname always gave you butterflies.

“It was alright. Finally finished up some reports for that big meeting in a few days. Maybe that’s why I can’t sleep. Too much on my mind.”

“Oh you don’t need to worry about it. You’ll knock them on their asses! And then we’ll go for drinks after. My treat!”

“You’re my number one cheerleader you know that?”

“Always!”

“It’s too late to talk about work, how was your day?”

“It was surprisingly good. Finally booked a full weekend of tours now that the weather is decent.”

“Oh that’s awesome Frankie! You still gotta take me up there one day. I mean, I might pass out from being so goddamn high in the air but-“

Frankie’s boisterous laugh brings a smile to your face. You could picture him all cozy in bed right now, that wide grin stretching across his features, eyes almost completely shut out of pure joy. It was one of your favorite sights and sounds in the world.

“I won’t let that happen. You know you’re always safe with me…”

“Yeah, I know.” a soft sigh escapes your lips as your mind wanders off.

“Oh! I stopped by my moms today. She had my abuela over for a bit. Just had to catch up on all the chisme, give me shit, the usual. They asked how you were and when you wanted to do bingo night again?”

“Awww I love those two!” Frankie beams on the other end at that remark. “I think I’m free next weekend but I’ll give ‘em a call. Oh, and what do you mean give you shit?”

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“Francisco! When are you gonna man up and ask that pretty little friend of yours out?”

Frankie chokes on the water he just poured.

His mother laughing in the background at the complete shock on her sons face, knowing he definitely didn’t see THAT coming.

“What do you mean?” his voice cracking like a prepubescent boy.

“Mijo! Don’t act like I don’t notice how you stare at her. I’m surprised you haven’t given her ojo! Just ask her out! I like her! And I don’t like just anyone! Plus,” she beckons him closer so she can whisper in his ear, “a little birdie told me she felt the same way.”

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Shit. I should’ve just kept my mouth shut. Taking after his call sign, he looks like a true fish out of water gaping at your question.

“Oh, you know how they are, asking about my work, if I’ve met anyone special, things like that...”

“Well…”

“Have you met anyone special?”

Frankie goes quiet. He’s so glad he opted to just call. If you had seen the deep tint of red across his face right now, his little secret would definitely be out. You. It’s always been you.

“I-I may have been wanting to ask a certain someone out on a proper date.”

“What? 1AM “booty calls” not your style?” you teased, hearing him lightly chuckle on the other end. “I’m certain she’d say yes. She’d be stupid not to…”

You sigh deeply. Exhaustion finally starting to pull at you. Perhaps this was all you needed to get to sleep. Just hearing your favorite persons voice at the end of the day. He listens tentatively on the other end. Imagining you all curled up, possibly in one of his old tshirts you took because they were quote “so damn comfy.”

“Frankie?”

“I’m here hermosa.”

“¿Qué estás pensando?”

He smiles tiredly into the phone. His own wares of the day catching up to him.

“Oh, nothing. Just, how I’m gonna ask a certain sleepyhead out.” The line is quiet, he wonders if you heard him, but the shallow breathing from your end gives him the answer to his question.

“I’ll ask you tomorrow. Sleep tight hermosa, love you..” that last part trailing off.

“Love you too…” you murmur.

The call ends and Frankie can’t help but feel like a teenager again. His heart nearly beating out of his chest. Falling asleep with his dream girl on the phone, the promise of her saying yes to a date with him just mere hours away. Sweet sleep finally takes him as well, for once completely thankful of his insomnia and nosy family.

#late #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales fluff #pedro pascal #mel writes!

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bespectacled-ghost · 2 years

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banda les tengo chisme

besties i wanna tell you guys something but you gotta like. not judge me too much cause i love you but i know how some of y’all (see: the GrownupsTM) can be about this kinda thing alright so before anything i have to make it clear your honor that i was just being a little silly

#i just wanna tell something slightly funny / complain a little ok #so don’t come cite the catechism at me #i already know ok

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dailysheeshmay · 3 years

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How do you pronounce Sheeshmay? and other explanations

So ‘Chisme’ means gossip in Spanish, I sounded it out in an American accent that was it. Chisme = Sheeshmay. And now that I say it out loud I realized it sounds like you have a lisp. oops.

The reason I am starting this blog is because I feel like I’m always dumping my shit on my friends and I think they’re getting tired of me. Today, I wanted to tell someone about something that happened and I realized I didn’t know who I would be able to text where I feel like I haven’t already annoyed the shit out of them. So I figured that there’s gotta be another way to deal with my personal stuff in a personal way. However, I am apparently an attention whore so I can’t just write this in a journal or something for myself (also my hands get tired of writing. And most of the time I’m just too lazy). So I am writing it in the most public of places which is THE INTERNET! Hopefully this doesn’t get traced back to me so easily once I start trying to get a job or something. I don’t think things would get terrible on here, but just really really really personal.

Anyways, why did I chose tumblr? I had a tumblr in middle school (pretty sure I also had undiagnosed depression at that time but didn’t we all in 2013 anyways?) and I would actually do exactly what I plan to do right now. I would blog my days, my middle school crushes, dances, fights with friends, etc. I actually had a few fans! Don’t think the same will come out of this one but oh well, if you take the time out of YOUR personal day to read about mine? Just know I could never.

I also used to draw a lot in middle school. I mean I still do but barely. I used to draw a lot for stuff I was a fan of (I am weary of using terms such as ‘fan girl’ and ‘fandoms’ right now). Today, I finished the 3rd season of the netflix show ‘You’, and decided I wanted to draw Love because she is so pretty and I like her facial expressions/acting expressions. And I listened to exile by Taylor Swift on repeat (I mean its featured in the last episode, which was a great choice for the show finale honestly). I felt like I was 13 again haha

It was a weird feeling since I mostly chose to forget my middle school days. But I’ve heard methods about ‘healing your inner child’ or whatever which I guess is what I was doing? Doing things that used to make me happy as a child? See my problem is that I was such a sad/angry child lol that I don’t remember what used to make me happy. So it’s been kind of hard to work on ‘healing my inner child’. I mean, I was happy at most points but I don’t remember or know why I was happy.

Too deep? Yeah probably won’t dive into that just yet. Hm quick run down of what I have going on in my life and a little background on me? With just enough info to give context to my thoughts but not enough to track me down:

I’m hispanic, foreign-born. Moved to the U.S. when I was 8 years old. Now I live in the south!! I just turned 22, about a month ago, and still feel like I haven’t made it past 17. That makes me very self-conscious because I feel like I act really immature. I try my best to act like a 22 year old, but I don’t really know what a 22 year old is supposed to act like and it doesn’t help that i also still LOOK 17. I’m in my senior year of college but right now i am taking the semester to do a government-related internship in D.C. and I’ll be back in the spring to finish my last semester and graduate. After? no idea. Should probably figure that out soon.

Final rundown: This will always be word vomit. I will not proofread these or probably ever read them again. So if there are typos, grammar mistakes, some things don’t make sense, or it’s just all in all poor writing.... well I hate writing so there you go.

Thanks for reading, see ya soon

#blog #personal blog

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kpopfanfictrash · 5 years

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Hey whats up i just read blackjack in its entirety for the second time and ngl it was just as good as the 1st time. You're so good at writing i wonder if you find one genre easier than another, like is action harder to write than fantasy. I feel like writing two people fighting must be like the most overwhelming thing ever you gotta keep all the limbs in mind and what goes where and how like wow im getting worked up just thinking about it. Anyhoosle you rock!

The second time?! PHEW, you’re amazing!! Thank you so much for reading bb, I’m so glad you enjoyed!

And hm, what genre do I find easiest to write… to be honest, I feel like each has its challenges. The easiest for me is probably slice of life AU… something like Ruin the Friendship, or Click. I cranked those out in a matter of days. Pretty much any other kind of AU is more difficult but MOST difficult is fantasy. Other AU’s (Blackjack/Mafia, Kakistocracy/Political Satire, Romancing the Tome/Indiana Jones) were harder because they required research in order to ensure continuity/accuracy. Also, you’re right! Any action sequence necessitates an additional level of understanding and research. It’s not unlike a sex scene, actually. LOL you always have to know what body part is where, what hand is holding what weapon and where injuries are slowing the players down. There is a lot to think about in action sequences, but that’s just a part of the challenge! As an honorary mention, I also want to offer up Comedy as challenging. Pieces of mine like The Rich Man’s Crochet Club, Mind in the Gutter, or Cordially, Jimin were hard to write because… well, you need to be in a funny mood. Which is hard to be in consistently!

Fantasy, though. Man. LOL fantasy is a whole different beast. It’s the challenge of AU research, but on steroids. You have to make a fucking world from scratch. You need to choose a system of government, political factions, belief systems, personal values, language, environment, prejudices, etc…. and it all has to make sense within the context of the story! You need to introduce all of these elements to the reader without making them bored, which, phew, that’s a challenge. Stories of mine like Atalanta, Paralian and Chism were most difficult in this regard.

SO, in summary, the difficulty ranking (for me) is:

EASIEST

PWP

Slice of Life!AU

Comedy

Research-heavy AU’s

Sci-Fi

Fantasy

HARDEST

The End. Thank you for the ask, love!

#asks #on writing #Blackjack

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tellmesomethinggg · 4 years

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linking this here bc it was technically a journal? i just don’t want it on my notes anymore and if i ever (likely not to) want to re-read for whatever reason. please note that i knew people would read this so things are censored and are the basic version. also there was a switch at one point from **** to chris because i didn’t want things to be read

(for later when i got time lmao)

Matt is a piece of shit that just wants to fuck -Chloe

well fuck

here goes nothing

the plan: don’t get drunk bc i got shit to do early next morning and ill tell him tomorrow when i do get drunk. spoiler alert that didn’t work

Gaby (coles gf) came too btw

so i had a smirnoff ice and said no more than two shots after so id be buzzed but not fully drunk (i ended up having three and was very much drunk)

me jon and gaby we’re talking about guys and i mentioned something about liking a guy or some shit and gaby looks at matt and then me and confirms it with me. then she tells me that apparently when she met me and a few other friends at the beach last quarter, that she predicted the two of us would end up together and told cole this. im like wtf how and she claims she’s psychic lol

later, Matt and i are on the sack and he looks at me and goes do you like me and im thinking well fuck so i say yes and he’s like well shit sorry but (and then i forgot exactly what he said) something along the lines of it’s not mutual or it’s not the right timing (i forgot okay) and then he gets up after a bit to go to the bathroom (I’m pretty sure cole went out too) and then me gaby and Jon have a chisme session and they think that he does like me but whatever

so the guys come back and at this point i really need to pee again so matt offers to take me and we start talking and he’s all, oh im sorry if i led you on and shit and im like it’s alright ill get over it, it just might be a bit awkward for me for a bit. but then on our way back from the bathroom he asks me , do you wanna at least kiss your crush at least one time and im like uhh yeah so he kisses me and then we start talking but i forgot about what and im kinda dizzy so he says, oh let’s sit on the couches for a bit before we go back, so we do and somehow we kiss again and then start making out

and at this point im like bitch there’s no way you don’t like me like why would you do that if you didn’t

so we finally go back and it’s been some time so the rest of em are obviously curious

matt goes with cole to the bathroom again and the three of us have a chisme session otra vez and they’re like yeah he fucking likes you he’s prob just scared bc of his last relationship

cole comes back in and basically backs up their side based on his convo he just had with matt

and so it’s decided that we’ll both sleep on the sack, Jon sleeps on his bed and the other two together in coles bed

he comes back and we all “go to sleep” but I push for him to hold me like he usually does whenever we sleep together and around like 2,3 am we both start making out again and just like uhhhh

also we’re both very much drunk but of course i tend to remember things whenever ive gotten drunk, however, he did not and so now we gotta talk and figure shit out and go from there

also im not telling Emilou or Hanna yet until we figure things out so

yeah

fuck

alrighty, so after last night, ive decided to do absolutely nothing about it and decided to just let things play out the way things do. i don’t wanna say something and ruin our friendship that we have bc i trust him a lot and like hanging out with him, so, i guess the end of this note for now, unless the situation changes anytime soon

Can Tim see what I write on this? -Chloe

Yes -Janet

Hi Tim!

-Chloe

Tim pls respond.

-Chloe

Hi Chloe! Sorry I have been busy at home LOL

He responded I’m so happy!

-Chloe

FYI im just going to add things at the top of the note so that its easiwr to see stuff when i add it bc then otherwise youd have to scroll a ton

and I’m dating shit so i know when I wrote stuff and my memory and yeahhh

FEB 15 1 pm

chillin in alp so lets get this chisme

alrighty so last night i stayed the night in pratts but it wasnt just me so calmate, it was me and jon bc long story short i was too lazy/dizzy to get up and jons roommate had her bf over. basically we both shared the bed, not a lot of physical contact but whateva

brb

anyways, there was also one point where he was watching a movie from his childhood and idk what tf it was but he was shocked that i havent seen those movies, so apparently now im gonna watch them so i told him for payback we gotta watch disney movies lmao

oh also! i fucking got back to my room and took a shower to get ready for class, and when hanna gets back from class shes all like oh you slept in HiS rOoM huh and i was like uhhh yeah and told her the truth like i was too lazy and dizzy to get up and then she didnt really say anything but uhhhh yikes

and then i mentioned this to emilou later when we were walking to class and shes like yeah idk why she did that that was weird and i was thinking like thank God she doesnt think the same as hanna bc shes also slept in his room on the bean bag a few times

FEB 14 2pm

heyyy its valentines day and guess whos still single and workinggg

so uhhh last night, around 1, both me and pratt finished our shit (hw and studying) and im wide awake so im like hey, brooklyn 99? (because i got him into the show and i love rewatching the show bc its sooo good) and hes down so we start watching in his room. were both on his bed but were sitting (for the tie being) and eventually i decide to lay down and use one of his pillows but its the flat pillow so i attempt to steal his other one, which he protests and we lowkey wrestle over it and eventually i fail ugh and i fall over in frustration and land my head on his knee and then just quit and stay there, but get this, he just deals with it and lays on top of me, like his head is on my side. granted we both also have pillows so like his pillow is in between me and him and same for me but like ughhh

and eventually i fall asleep for like an episode (?) and wake up right before 3 am, and then decide hey sleep sounds important bc i have an 8 am and so does he, so i sit up but im too lazy to get up right away so i sit and go through twitter and shit so chris just lays down with his head on my leg and i set my arm down on his chest and he falls asleep for a few minutes and then i finish going through my social media and every part of me doesnt wanna move, but im also in a position that would be uncomfortable to fall asleep in so i wake him up and then go back to my room

oh and the other thing i forgot was that for a good couple hours we were texting and joking around and yeahhh

i feel like im reading a lot into what happens but at the same time, like i doubt id be this comfortable doing shit with guys like this and idk about him, but like sometimes i wonder you know?

also, saturday night, as far as i know, its just me and him going to the basketball game bc idk who else is going (eye emoji insert here bc im on my computer lmao) so we'll see what happens

FEB 10 11am

okay soooo last night,

the plan was to get buzzed, just me and matt and watch Brooklyn 9-9 but then Anthony and emilou joined us so never mind. after a bit, Anthony leaves so he can answer a phone call and pratt offers me shot #1 and not emilou (she’s laying on the bean bag, I’m on his roommates bed chillin behind her so she can’t see what’s up)

we take two and im slightly buzzed but i think “hey lets see how much we can take before she notices” and he’s down so uhhh let’s get this

later we have to include Anthony and he’s down to see how much we can take and he just lets us continue, i get to 4 shots and he finishes the bottle so i can’t have a 5th

brb im gonna go eat with him

okay im back now...

anyways were both pretty out of it, emilou still hasnt noticed and anthony finds this all funny i assume and so do i , and eventually she finds out and then the two of them leave i guess around 2 am and the two of us are both on the bean bag and were both tired and drunk and drunk me like petting his hair and apparently holding his hand and well yeah i kinda hate drunk me bc if that wasnt obvious enough lmao :/

continuin, we basically end up cuddled together most of the night until we both kind of sober up hella early in the morning and kind of separate a bit

and so in the morning guess who brought it uppp and i at least have an excuse that i was drunk and not thinking and just kinda doing whatever drunk me wanted to do (but omggg his hair is so fucking nice to play with omg) anyways imma just die real quick bc idk what happens now

also since no one else was in the room literally no one else knows about this and i think were keeping it that way bc lets be honest if anyone found out about that i think id be screwed for secret keeping and then well yeah

FEB 8 1AM

i remembered:

sunday 2-3

i forgot this happened but before I ended up in chris’s room i was chillin upstairs watching tv and then he came out on the phone with some one and long story short he said something on the phone to his friend along the lines of “you’re gonna have me in your life for a long time” and when he was saying that i was looking at him bc soy chismosa and i was curious and he winked at me and I died

Monday 2-4

so the other thing that happened was I had lunch/dinner with him before my writing class and no recuerdo que decimos, but uhhhh yeah

i like hanging out with him

also, just got back from his room and am more convinced that he may not like me but actually just sees me as a friend but at the same time maybe he does but IDK

i hate feelings and it’d be so much easier if i didn’t have them sometimes lmaooo

FEB 7 5-7 PM

so im currently in the room rn so im gonna try to make this as chronological as possible

saturday 2-2

alrighty so mind you this is the day ive volunteered with ship and have spent the whole day there, (i dont remember why i thought this was relevant :/)

so saturday night, i go to work in his room around 8 (?) so i can work on my essay and finish my shit bc he has a bean bag thats hella comfy to work on

andd so later on, jocelyn comes in to watch anime with him and then after i finish we all decide to watch gabriel iglesias and ended up squishing together on the bean bag with me in the middle of the two of them

and so were all chillin there, laughing whatever and at one point chris fucking pratt puts his head on my shoulder for a little bit and i dIeDddd

and eventually i fall asleep when we start watching emperors new groove and mind you im fucking next to chris pratt like uhhhh my GOD

so i wake up once the movies over and then go to the bathroom and come back and by then he has taken over the whole bean bag and im sad that i cant just get back and go back to sleep so i go back to my room

(hanna doesnt know what time i get back i think and im pretty sure it was around4 am) (emilous also not here bc she went home for the weekend)

sunday 2-3

so i decide hey i was productive yesterday and decide to return to his room to work on shit and try to get as much done before work in theevening

i finish around 1/2? and then i tell him im bored and i wanna do something before work but idk what so he says lets go to the rec room and its just the two of us and its chillin and he puts me on his story playing pool lmao

and then i go to work :(

but then THEN later after work i go for a run and end up back in his room and theres a couple other people there and so were all chilling (mind you this is around midnight)

and somehow i end up falling asleep on the bean bag next to this girl jon from my hall and (this is a secret in a secret) but i hear her get up at one point and then chris pratt then joins me and during the night im tossing and turning and leaning on him a bit (ughhhh i died a shit ton)

monday 2-4

so in the morning around 720 or so i wake up pay dumb and am like oh whend you get here and he explains and then hes like yeah i dont really know the girl who slept in my bed (one of jons friends) and i figured since im more comfortable with you id just move here (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fuck me upppp) [please note that when i say fuck me up i dont mean that type of fuck]

alrighty thats what i remember that i havent told you, and then the other bit from the screen record was tuesday and now its thursday and here i am in guess whos room again

possibly staying the night lmao

but jons also here so its not like im staying the night staying the night

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las-moscas-blog1 · 5 years

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Baby, it’s you

It was afternoon chisme time, just Carmen and me since the cousins were working. As we sipped our coffees the conversation shifted from neighborhood chisme to my love life. Carmen in a snarky way asked about him. So, I took that as an open invitation to vomit all types of lovey-dovey shit her way.

“I mean, it’s so different. He’s funny, he’s kind, he’s so sweet to me and oh my god he’s so cute! And! People know him, he just walks into places and they all know him, everyone greets him and we’re taken care of like. It’s like the movies, I’m telling you it’s just so different.” I gleefully admit

“Isn’t he older than you?” she dutifully asks

Her question caught me like a deer in the headlights, “well...Yeah. What’s that gotta do with anything?”

“Well. He may be everything you say he is but honey, he’s still a man.” she winked and nodded towards my crotch.

Catching her reference but not understanding her drift I annoyingly repeat my question, “what’s that gotta do with anything?”

She rolled her eyes and disappointingly sighed before answering my question, “What I mean is, he’s a man. A grown man and men his age aren’t just going to chivalrous forever. They're going to expect something in return and you’ve got something that’s still sealed.”

This was the first time I had thought of that. I didn’t know what to say before she started teasing me.

“Untouched,” she said in a low sultry tone making me crack a smile.

“Unopened,” she continues to taunt me. I shake my head, feeling embarrassed I hide my face with my palm.

“Still tight,” that was enough to get the reaction she wanted from me, “Ugh! Okay! Okay! Stop!” I didn’t need her to continue, I fully understood what she meant.

“Look, I’m not saying you need to do it and I’m not stopping you from it either. All I’m saying is that it’s probably on his mind and you should be aware of it. Don’t think it’s all butterflies and rainbows.” she bluntly concluded.

Thankfully, our breakfast was served as soon as she finished her last sentence. The conversation shifted from my love life to how delicious the food was and where we would go shopping. But what she said struck a nerve.

What was I going to do when the time came?

#stories #blog #blogger #writer #writing #writeblr #short story #storytelling #success #dating #friends #friendships #friend #amiga #amigos #amistad

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waterloou · 5 years

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Some Dinner, maybe

I found this in my drafts and I thought it was cute

also I’ve been meaning to put out some Omi stuff so here she is!

Omi waltzed down the hallway, smiling as she twirled her hair between her fingers. She approached a tall girl with short hair and a large sweater.

“Queenie Abrejo as I live and breathe” the girl turned around and smiled.

“Omi Klyde, what a blessing” they giggled and hugged.

“How was your summer?! What happened to your hair?” Omi pulled back and ran her hands through her friend’s newly-cropped locs.

“Chopped it off”

“Why would you do this to me?! Now I can’t run my fingers through your curls!”

“You can too! And blame Fangs” Queenie removed the girl’s hands and held them in her own, “He got a shitton of gum stuck in it and peanut butter wouldn’t cut it” she kissed her friend on the cheek before dropping her hands, “Besides, I think I look gooooodddddd” she winked.

“How was your summer? I see you got a tan”

“I know! I feel like a melanin goddess!” Omi twirled, “I’m still sad you weren’t able to come with me to the Bahamas”

“I told you, I had to work and take care of buggie”

“How is Junie B?”

“Great. She’s up to my shoulder now she’s a fuckin giant” Queenie laughed, “Atzi told her to stop growing”

“You Abrejo women are all fuckin giants”

“My mom seemed to miss the memo.”

“Helena makes up for it with her personality”

“Hell yeah she does.”

“So...any interesting hookups this summer?” Omi slung an arm around her shoulder as they walked down the hall.

“A gentle lady doesn’t kiss and tell”

“You are anything but gentle”

“You know not of my abilities as a lover. And I am too gentle!...turdface” she punched her in the shoulder.

“Ow! Says the girl who probably just gave me a bruise!”

“Bah!” Queenie dismissed her, “Have you found yourself anyone?”

“Oh Queenie, you know the only love I have is for you”

“You flatter me. but seriously.”

“Well there was this one girl at the hotel. Ugh, gorgeous dark skin, glowing, voice like caramel, soft lips. Looked like heaven”

“Oooooh sounds beautiful”

“She was...and more…” Omi sighed dreamily.

“Did you at least get her contact?”

“No! I don’t even know her name”

“You dog!” the taller girl ruffled her friend’s hair as they got to the lounge.

“You coming over for dinner tonight? I know Buggie wants to see you”

“Do you have any skeletons in your room again?” Queenie thought for a second

“Yes but I’ll make sure they’re not precariously placed?”

“Good, nearly gave me a fuckin heart attack last time.”

“I told you, it wasn’t a real human skeleton, that’s illegal...in most places”

“I wouldn’t put it past you my little nerd”

“I’ve got a good two inches on you baby-don’t call me little” she poked the other girl’s cheek.

“I’ll bite your finger off”

“Oooh I’m so scared” Queenie placed a big wet kiss on her friend’s cheek and got a squeal in return.

“My makeup took two hours to do this morning!” she pushed her off and Queenie cackled.

“I get to drive”

“Remember what happened last time? Your car got keyed”

“Not like I can’t afford another”

“Yeah yeah. Get in”

“Oh that death trap? No thanks. I’d rather walk.”

“I’ll even let you drive hot wheels, now hop in” the taller girl tossed Omi the keys and got in the other side.

“Are your lovely male companions joining us tonight?”

“Of course, how small do you think these dinners are?”

“Lets just hope the tall one doesn’t brood the whole time”

“Sweet Pea just wasn’t in a good mood last time, his trailer park got trashed”

“He’s never in a good mood when I’m around”

“I’m sure that’s not true” Omi gave her a look.”Ok, maybe he is. I’ll tell him to knock it off. You better too, he’s not the only jackass” her friend scowled.

“Omi”

“Fine.”

“I’ll keep you two at least 3 feet apart”

“Well good. Can’t have jack and the beanstalk getting up in my bubble again” Queenie laughed.

“If he does I’ll square up-” a one direction song switched on as Omi changed the channel “ughhh can you change the fuckin song? My ears are bleeding” Queenie groaned.

“Better than what you play-”

“Highway to hell is fuckin classic you take that back-”

“Its the ONLY song you play in this damn thing” Queenie rolled her eyes and slumped back in her seat.

“You’re gonna have to deal with some one direction baby” Omi turned it up with a smile

“You’re infuriating”

“You love me” a slow grin stretched across the taller girl’s face

“Fuck off” Omi cackled and the two teased each other the whole way home.

Once she got out, Queenie was engulfed by the arms of Sweet Pea.

“Queeniieeeee” he hummed and nuzzled her temple with his. Fangs came running out of her house, out of breath. Queenie hugged her friend back with a soft smile.

“Hey Pea how ya doin?”

“Drunk n happy”

“Thats good, thats good” she looked at Fangs.

“Hey Fangsy, how drunk is he”

“M’very” Sweet Pea replied, unraveling himself from her and kissing her cheek before going back to Fangs.

“Hellllooooooooooooooooooo” he squished his friend’s face with a giggle, before heading inside.

“Atzi challenged him to a drinking competition. She won” right then a loud whoop was heard from her house.

“I think I love her” Fangs laughed as he ran back inside after Sweet Pea, Queenie turned around to see Omi leaning against the truck.

“Never a boring day at your home, is it” she pushed off and waltzed past her to the house. Queenie caught up to her and opened the door.

The inside was chaos. Atzi and Maria were gossiping loudly(and drunkenly) in spanish, Queenie’s mom was making food in the kitchen with loud mariachi music playing. Sweet Pea was now on Fangs’ lap, holding his face adoringly. Junebug was running around and dancing in the kitchen

“Well he’s definitely not brooding.”

“It’s disgustingly sweet,”

“Queenie!!!!” junebug came bounding out and nearly tackled her sister.

“Hey bug a boo! ” she caught herself and squeezed her sister.

“You’re hugging me too tight!”

“You tackled me bug legs!”

“Omi!” the smaller girl struggled out of her sister’s grasp to engulf the other teen in a hug.

“I’ve missed you so much! Queenie why don’t you bring her over much?”

“Because you scare her off”

“Not true!”

Omi laughed and ruffled Junebug’s head.

“How was your day kiddo?”

“Good! We got to raise butterflies today!”

“Butterflies? Wow thats so cool!”

“Wanna see my collection?”

“I guess-”

“Come on!” the gangly girl pulled the taller teen into another room. Chimalma chuckled from the kitchen and came out to greet her daughter.

“Mi girasol” she pulled her daughter’s face down to kiss her cheeks.

“Hola mama, need any help with dinner?” Queenie kissed her cheek in return.

“Oh no, it’s mostly done, just keep an eye on the kids”

“You make me sound like their mother” Chimalma raised an eyebrow before laughing and pushing her out of the kitchen area.

“Go say hello to your abuelita-”

“MIJITA!” Atzi squealed, rushing towards her granddaughter and engulfing her in a vice-like grip.

“Hola abuelita” Maria fogarty joined in the hug.

“Mija!” she gave Queenie a kiss on the cheek before pulling herself an Atzi away for some more ‘chisme’.

Dinner was hectic; Buggie was fawning over Omi, Sweet Pea was drunkenly shoveling food into his mouth, Fangs was happily listening to his abuela tell a story, Atzi would burst out into song every so often, and Chimalma and Queenie observed this all quietly, besides the occasional kick to the shin the teenager would give Sweet Pea.

“Hey sunshine?,” Omi asked, as they were cleaning up the table.

“Can you stay tonight? House is pretty empty.”

“You spooked?” Omi rolled her eyes,

“You’re my best friend, of course your superstitious ways have rubbed off on me.”

“Then I’m doing my job right. You won’t end up like Jones”

“Fuck that” the girls laughed.

“Lemme just pack a few things and then I’ll be off.” Queenie went over to Fangs.

“I’m not gonna be here tonight, feel free to take the bed, since Sweet Pea is already out.” she nodded her head in the direction of the snoring tall teenager sprawled out on the couch. Fangs nodded, and she went to her room to pack a few things.

“Nee?” Buggie yawned from where she was reading a small magic treehouse book, “Where ya goin?”

“I’m sleeping over at Omi’s tonight”

“Like a sleepover?”

“Yes like a sleepover” she smiled as she finished packing.

“Can I come?”

“You’ve gotta stay here bug a boo” the taller girl sat on the bed next to her. “Ok?” Junebug nodded.

“Ok. Can you give her one of my bugs? She’s all alone, right?” the girl pulled a stuffed moth out of her stuffed animal bag.

“Are you sure buggie?” the girl nodded, “Well you’re sweet” Queenie kissed her sister’s head and got up.

“Now, Fangs might take my bed-”

“Yay! He can read me a bedtime story!” she squealed, and ran out of the room in her matching pajama set. Queenie laughed and lugged her bag on her back and walked out.

“Mama!” she called into the shared room her mom and Atzi shared. Atzi came out, finger to her lips.

“Shh, baby is sleeping, what do you need?”

“I’m going to Omi’s place tonight, she needs some company. I can get Fangs and Sweets to bring Buggie to school?” Atzi smiled and nodded.

“Ok, keep her safe, drive safe”

“Oh she’s driving”

“Oh menos mal!” she kissed her cheek and went back into the room. Omi came up to Queenie and slung an arm over her shoulder.

“Ready?” the taller girl nodded.

“Ready-You drive...but I choose the music” Omi rolled her eyes and walked out the door.

Once they got to Omi’s, they got out and walked up to the girl’s room. It was huge.

“Fuck I never get used to this.” Queenie plopped on the bed, Omi laid down next to her and rested her head on her shoulder.

“Me neither, and I live here. Its just big and empty.”

Queenie sighed and curled her hand around her friend’s chin and scratched her head.

“Can you like be here forever?”

“Oh if only. No, Atzi would be sad. She loves living next to Maria”

“Aw tits” Omi huffed, and she turned away from her friend.

“You could always sleep on my couch”

“Can I buy you a new couch?”

“You gotta talk to mom and Atzi”

“Will do” Omi shifted towards Queenie.

“Queenie can I take photos of you again?”

“Yeah, I’m sure Atzi and mama will enjoy it”

“Good, I need ya beautiful face for my photography class, my muse”

“Keep saying that and I’ll think you’re smitten”

“Never. You’re gross”

“You’re the worst”

“Ho”

“Why thank you” she smacked her and they both burst into giggles.

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