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simpcityy · 11 months

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Location Status: Unknown (Miguel O'Hara x Spider-Person!Reader) *Platonic*

Summary: You turned off your location to be able to enjoy a date, leaving Father Figure Miguel to figure out your whereabouts and to stop it from getting it further.

Disclaimer: I do not own Mavel or any of its characters. This is a 3-part series, so it feels incomplete at the end.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Use of (Y/N), Father Figure Miguel, father and daughter fluff?, Miguel cursing in Spanish, you curse in English, Very Vague mentions of sex.

Pt.1 Pt.2

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Miguel walked into the cafeteria of the Spider Society scanning around each table. “Lyla, what’s their location?” The AI appears on his shoulder groaning, “For the last time, their location is turned off." Lyla reminded him before disappearing. Miguel only grunts in frustration before he comes across a table where he knows answers will be given. Pav and Miles were eating the Spider-Man 2099 theme burger, Miles was busy stabbing the bun of Miguel's supposed face before seeing Miguel towering over them. “Hey there…Miguel” Miles puts the fork down greeting him nervously once he was caught doing that. “Have you two seen (Y/N)?” He glared down at them, ignoring the fact what Miles was doing. Pav only fidgets in his seat, trying to look away. While Miles tries to play it cool, “(Y/N)? Never heard that person in my life” As you can see, he failed to play it cool. “Ustedes dos me dan un dolor de cabeza. Mientras Hobie me da cinco*” Miguel only whispers to himself before staring right at Pav, knowing the boy couldn’t keep anything to himself. “Pav?” He asked before the boy finally broke, “Okay Okay! Hobie was the one who helped (Y/N) turn off their location. (Y/n) told us to keep quiet so they can go on a date with someone.” Pav finally took a deep breath after spilling everything in one go. “ Qué! A date with who!?” The older man looked down at Pav for more information. “I don’t know, they didn’t tell.” The boy only shrugged his shoulders. Miguel looks at them before heading out of the cafeteria with this new information.

Lyla sighed watching the stoic man look at all the cameras in your version of New York. “Dónde están, nothing on all security cameras.” he glances over to Lyla, “Check to see if-” “Already did and the location is still off.” She sighs before appearing in front of him. “You know, they are old enough to do whatever they want. They are 19, almost 20.” She reminds him. Miguel only lets out a displeased look. Lyla finally puts the pieces together and lets out a laugh “Oh my! Is papa Miggy scared that your grown child is going to have more than a simple dinner date?” “What? Boys at that age are still stupid, Son estúpidos*” He grumbles before adding on, “And I know because I was that age once” He defends himself. “Aww Papa Miggy is worried, hey, you mentor them so I know they will pick the right guy or girl.” She shrugs before disappearing. Miguel only frowned more before he kept looking through the cameras to find your location.

“You’re such an idiot!” You laugh, playfully punching your date’s arm. Everything was going according to plan, your location off, you scored a date with the popular boy in the college and Miguel hasn’t found you to interrupt this perfect night. Swinging your legs over the bride of the small lake, you glanced over to your date. “Staring much?” He chuckles, stretching his arms before wrapping one over your shoulder bringing you closer to him. You happily lean into him watching the view of the lake in front of you two. “This is perfect” You mumbled out slowly feeling your eyelids getting heavy. “It would be better if we head to your place.” Your eyes open before looking up at him. Thinking to yourself, are you ready for this? Thinking carefully about it, you stood up. “Let’s go then.” Grabbing his hand, you walked through the busy streets to your two-bedroom apartment. You weren’t scared but rather nervous, it wouldn’t be the first time for you. You were nervous he wouldn’t be satisfied with what you're presenting to him. “Welcome to my place, my neighbors work night shifts so there is nothing to worry about."

You unlock the door only to be met with the smell of something good being cooked. Your date who smelled the air as well looked at you, “you got roommates?” You walked in quickly “No I don’t” Heading over to your kitchen you spotted Miguel placing something into the oven. “What are you doing here?” You walked over to him. “Por fin*, Did you forget I was coming over…for the night” He adds on as he spotted your date. You internally wanted to yell but you looked over to your date, “this is my-” “Miguel O’Hara, their father and you muchacho, who are you?” Miguel made sure to make the scariest resting bitch face he could. Your date only starts to sweat, “Oh would you look at that, I have to go (Y/N)” He slowly inches himself closer to the door before opening it, “See you at class!” He left and you knew you weren’t going to see him again. You waited for the door to shut before glaring at your father figure/mentor. “What the fuck was that?” You frowned. “Oye! Cuida tu tono*” He points his finger at you, frowning. “Solo te estaba cuidando* I didn’t want you to suffer with the consequences later on” You only sigh before sitting up on the counter. “Still, I am 19 years old, I am a young adult…as much as you hate it…I have to make my own life.” Miguel sighs leaning against the counter, “I know you’re 19 but to me, you’re still that 14-year-old I took in and mentor to become a hero for your dimension. Sigues siendo ese pequeño niño(a) asustado a mi*” He admits before rolling his eyes as Lyla appears. “You should’ve seen him (Y/N)!” The AI appears in front of you before showing you a small video of Miguel threatening Pav and Miles for information. The video ends and you look up at Miguel, “Really, you had to threaten them?” “It was the only way after you turned off your location.” You kept quiet as he had a point, you basically went MIA. The ding of the oven broke the silence. “Tienes hambre*?” Miguel looks at you “Yeah…that salad was not enough” You hopped off the counter and walked over to get the plates.

After a nice warm dinner, you sat on the roof of your building. Next to you, Miguel was sitting with you trying to fix your watch to turn back on your location. You don’t know what the hell Hobie did to turn it off, but you were having issues to turn it back on. “mierda*” He mutters as Lyla tried to guide him how to fix it but gave up as he wasn’t paying attention. You looked at him before grabbing your watch. “Maybe you should take it back to use the right equipment to fix it.” You smile putting it back on your arm trying to fix it yourself but gave up right away. “Pero*... How will you be able to get to the Spider society? How will you contact me or Jess if you need back up?” Before he can give you more questions you stop him “One, Lyla always tells you whenever an anomaly is not where it’s supposed to be and two, you have the cameras of the city so you can watch me if there is a fight, from there you can conclude if I need backup or not. After all, I was trained by the best.” You grinned before leaning your head on his shoulder yawning. Miguel sighs but lets a small smile on his face before picking you up. “Ay niña*” He carried you on his back making sure to support you before walking down the stairs to your apartment door. Laying you carefully on the bed. He took the watch off to take it back before covering you up. Opening a portal back to headquarters, he looks back at you before down at the watch in his hands. ‘You’ll be fine’ He thought as he walked through.

How he wished he took those words back, if he knew that bad luck was lurking around.

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Authors Notes: Thank you Everyone who's been giving me so much support on my first series I posted on my blog! You are welcome to reblog and comment to be on the taglist of this 2-part series. I might make this a 3-part series but that TBD. I always loved reading Miguel x daughter figure reader but there is not enough. As always, forgive me for any grammar error. Stay hydrated and keep on simping. (Simp City Population: 16 *Thank you! 💕*)

Spanish Translation: 1. Ustedes dos me dan un dolor de cabeza. Mientras Hobie me da cinco: You two give me a headache while Hobie gives me 5. 2. Qué: What 3. Dónde están: Where are they? 4. Son estúpidos: They're stupid 5. Por Fin: Finally 6. Muchacho: Young Man 7. Oye! Cuida tu tono: Hey! Watch your tone 8. Solo te estaba cuidando: I'm only looking out for you 9. Sigues siendo ese pequeño niño(a) asustado a mi: You're still that small, scared child to me. 10. Tienes hambre: You hungry? 11. Mierda: Shit 12. Pero: But 13. Ay niña: This girl

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel ohara fic #miguel ohara x reader #Miguel Ohara x platonic reader #Father figure Miguel Ohara #spiderman: atsv #spider man across the spider verse fic

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purereflectionsworld · 4 days

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Here’s a snippet from an Aleida fic I’m working on, which I hope to post on AO3 once I’ve completed a few chapters. The goal is to fill in the gaps in her relationship with Margo, and Margo’s importance to her family, in that space between Seasons 2 to 3. This excerpt’s likely to be in Chapter 3, and is set in 1984. In which Aleida finds herself on a special first date, reminisces about Apollo-Soyuz, and realizes that Margo and Sergei’s relationship *might* not be as strictly professional as she’s assumed.

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“So you’re one of the good Mexicans,” she says after he tells her about moving to Texas with his parents and brother when he was five - a perfectly uneventful journey in broad daylight - and her words come out about five shades more sarcastic than she’d intended.

He doesn’t smile. In fact, he’s looking at her very seriously. “The only bad Mexicans in my book are the ones who celebrate Cinco de Mayo, unless they’re actually from Puebla.”

She raises her eyebrows at him. She knows what a lot of the white collar Mexicans in Texas think of her kind. There’s a reason she’s never dated one of them before.

He sighs. “I will acknowledge that I’ve met a lot of Mexicans in my family’s circle here who don’t think like I do. Lot of them speak progressively, then treat my undocumented friends like shit. I’ve had to cut those people out of my life.” He meets her gaze, and her stomach flips over a little bit. “My ex-girlfriend, for one.”

She doesn’t say anything for a little while. Then, quietly, she tells him about Mama’s grave in Parras de la Fuente, and the night that Americans landed on the moon. About Papa, and homework sessions in the viewing gallery, and tutoring sessions with the first woman in Mission Control, and the worst phone call of her life.

She doesn’t tell him that she used to be homeless, and was once shot at, and struggled to hold down a job, and dumped her ex unceremoniously the day he helped her get this one. That she’s still living in a trailer park and likely won’t be able to move out until she gets the double promotion Margo has been heavily hinting at. But as he reaches across the table to squeeze her hand, briefly, before clearing his throat awkwardly and turning his attention back to opening his beer, she thinks that maybe she could tell him, someday.

He opens the bottle, takes a swig, and looks back at her. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” she says, giving him a little smile, so he knows it’s okay for him to talk again.

“So did you make it to the Kennedy School?”

“Yes, I did both tracks.”

“You know,” he says, smiling back at her, “I was waitlisted for one of the math tracks myself. Must have been ten years ago, too. If I’d spent a little more time studying, and a little less time DJing in my parents’ basement, we might have met. Which one did you do?”

It turns out that he currently teaches a lot of the advanced math she learned at the Kennedy School, so the conversation flows effortlessly back and forth between them for several minutes. He’s genuinely fascinated by all the ways she applies the concepts to design space shuttles, and satisfyingly incredulous that she works with idiots 10 years her senior who can’t keep up with her work.

“And your father?” he finally asks, gently, after the math banter reaches a comfortable lull.

“Still in Parras. I’m working on it,” she adds defiantly, because his gaze is shifting to something like tenderness, and she doesn’t want his sympathy. “Now that I’m a U.S. citizen, I’m hoping to sponsor him officially. My boss is trying to help, and she’s well-connected, so we’ll see.”

“You’re a citizen already?” he says, eyes widening. “Aleida, that’s amazing! I’ve heard it’s an uphill climb out of the amnesty program. Sounds like you’re working on some high profile stuff so I figured you might be an LPR by now, but…”

“I got fast tracked as a one-off,” she says, and suddenly as she looks back at him and sees the spark of wonder in his eyes, she feels a twinge of happiness about it that she didn’t feel in Margo’s office when Ellen broke the news, or even on the phone with Papa afterward. “The NASA administrator’s in Reagan’s cabinet, and she got him to approve it personally. For ‘important contributions to national security.’”

“What mission?” he says almost in a whisper, enthralled. “You able to tell me?”

She smiles, takes a breath. It’s not a secret, but somehow she’s never talked about it outside of NASA and her calls to Papa. “Apollo-Soyuz.”

“Holy shit,” he breathes, and she feels a warm rush at his recognition. She’s sure he remembers exactly where he was when the sirens went off. “What did you do?”

“I came up with an important part of the docking mechanism. Stayed on the Mission Control floor with the team when most of the country went to the bomb shelters. And -“ She closes her eyes involuntarily, recalls that soaring feeling. “They let me give the order to the astronauts on the CAPCOM. I’ll never forget it. Apollo, Houston. You are go for docking.”

She opens her eyes, and swallows hard, because he’s exhaling, sitting all the way back in his chair, just staring at her with an intense mix of shock and admiration and pride. Pride that she realizes she only ever hears these days in Papa’s voice on the staticky phone line, and sees in Margo’s eyes, sometimes, framed by dark red strands of hair, in that brief flash after Aleida solves a particularly complex problem.

“Okay,” he says twenty minutes later, taking another swig of beer, “so what I’m hearing is, you crashed your boss’ date with her Soviet counterpart the day you came up with the docking mechanism fix.”

“What? No, it wasn’t a date,” she laughs. “No way. You haven’t met Margo. If you had, you wouldn’t be saying that.”

“You said they were both dressed up kind of fancy, and that he was drunk when he complimented your work ethic. Oh, and that your friend Bill said the first Apollo-Soyuz meeting went so badly that your boss made an awkward sex joke by mistake and that the Soviet guy responded with a purposeful one. Did I hear all that right?”

She pauses, cocks her head. “Okay, I can see how you got that impression.”

“I rest my case,” Victor says, setting his empty bottle down with a grin.

#for all mankind #aleida rosales #margo madison #margo x aleida #margo x sergei #sorry not sorry that I can’t stop writing Victor

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knottedskein · 7 months

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El Paso.

My parents lovingly doted on me in Spanish. I unknowingly babbled nonsense aligned to no particular world. My boundless coos came from the safety of my nest. Maybe it was too soon to tell which way I would sway. I was just a baby. Una bebesita. Were my cries in English? ¿Soñaba en español? Did I want to play with a ball or ¿jugar con una pelota? Was my favorite color rosa mexicano or did I ask to surround myself with Barbie pink? Did I go by Débbie or Debbie? Did mami and papi anticipate that I would lose my way? And did they know I would find my own path?

Miami.

Here la historia begins. My thoughts became tangible and solidified. My sentences brincando between dos mundos. I want leche. I want a muñeca. ¡Quiero candy! Dos padres very confundidos by my melange of Spanglish. They tried to make sentido of my words. There was no order to a lenguaje unconstrained by reglas. Mama y papa tried to teach me how to contar. So I counted to mis papas: one, dos, three, four, cinco, seis, seven.....

San Antonio.

¡En esta casa hablamos español! I learned to navigate the awkward Spanish words with the twist of my rigid tongue. Mi pobre boca felt thick with palabras and ideas that had no release. My fragmented Spanish no longer glittered the floor in broken shards. Instead, it was precariously pieced together—held tightly with anglicized thoughts. I tried to make the palabras come out, but it only chipped away at something that was already broken. My parents would come to lament the choice I had made. In this house, I spoke English.

Puebla.

Mi vocabulario se alimento con cultura. Estuve intoxicada con los colores y sonidos. Mis palabras se volvieron miel. Sacarina. Dorada y viscosa. Vivía en un paraíso mexicano mientras conservé mi inglés con solo mis pensamientos. La miel atrapó mis pensamientos como ámbar y preservó mi ingenuidad. Mi inglés se mantuvo inmaculado con mi juventud. Mientras, mi español pudo madurar y explorar este nuevo terreno. Pero este néctar empalagoso no logró saciar las gargantas de los demás. Les ofrecí miel, cuando nada más quisieron la pureza del agua. I wanted nothing more than to offer the very nectar that had sanded the callouses off my tongue. Yet, their fangs drained the sweetness from my fragile veins. Their forked tongues stabbed sibilant snarls into my sensitive ears. Their talons tore at my paper-thin skin while I stretched my arms out in surrender. I begged for mercy, but I was met with their vitriol. Their venom spat across my face and the acid was left to blister my delicate flesh. My Spanish offended them. So, they left me branded with gleaming rosa scars. La gringa.

Farmington.

Chillicothe.

Selma.

I clenched my hands around mis palabras like the flawless diamantes I chiseled from mi tierra sagrada. No puedo dejar que escuchen mi español. They wouldn’t hear my Spanish. Pero los diamantes dug their resentment into my flesh with their sharp points. I held a precious hidden treasure in my palms that I feared would be ripped from my clutches by overzealous thieves. I wanted nothing more than to wash off the sangre that dripped from my pierced fingers. I wanted to thrash and scream— ¡Mira! ¡Mira como brillan! ¡Mira que preciosos y radiantes son! But when I finally spread my fingers out wide for the world to see, they only saw the blackest coal glistening with the redness of my fear. They snatched black diamonds and set my mundo ablaze. From the glowing embers, they branded my skin anew. The wetback.

San Antonio. Again.

Again. There were others like me, but were they like me? Were the manuals to their lives written in English or ¿escrito en español? Do they prefer flour tortillas or ¿prefieren tortillas de maiz? Did they have to climb up to the stage and prove to the world, that like, ¡No, en serio! ¡Te lo juro! Soy Mexicana! ¿O les arrancaban el micrófono de las manos a pesar de gritar, “No, I swear! I’m American!”? I was no longer alone. We were alone together. Our existence and identities became a performance; a dance for no one that particularly cared. "Watch the amazing acrobatics! See how we jump between two worlds!" Uno que nos rechazó por haber nacido en el mundo equivocado and one that unwelcomed us for being born with a different language caged behind our teeth. They tried to mark us out in the open, but our skins held no more room for new scars. Instead, they abandon like the waste they deemed us. We were left ignored and unworthy of recognition. We became expendable. Unseemly. Incongruous. Nothing. Nada.

Here and now.

My skin is no longer tattooed with scars with which I was branded. It has thickened and matured. It’s the leather of an ancient tome that was bestowed secret knowledge of two powerful realms. It’s the bark of a wizened gnarled oak that straddles the old and new worlds. I am steady in my journey and I am sure of my path. Tengo mi voz y mis susurros will tear down brick walls erected by the deplorable. Tengo mi voz y mis gritos will demand for all dreamers to have their dreams realized. Tengo mi voz y anunciaré al mundo que I know who I am and am not. I am too white. I am not dark enough. I am not white enough. Soy descolorida. I am nothing. Soy nada. I am a wetback. Soy una gringa. I am something. Soy todo. I am the longing for Spanish to kiss me with their honeyed lips. Soy la boca que fue moldeada con la fuerza y dureza de inglés. I am Latinx y soy latine. I am mexicana. Soy American. I am both. Soy dos almas encerradas en un cuerpo. I am the amalgamation of the ancient and modern. Soy las tradiciones pasadas por mis papás and I am the resister of their outdated ways. Soy Mexican-American. I am mexicana-americana. I’m me. Soy yo. Me.

#mexican american #bicultural #my poetry #free verse #poetry #latinx #latinesource #latina #mexicana #americana #chicana #neurodivergent #audhd #autism #actually adhd #adhd

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dokebeto · 4 months

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Dime una mentira y una verdad.

Dime una mentira por la mañana y una verdad por la noche, yo... No he dejado de pensar en cuanto te amo, no perdidamente, no obsesionadamente aunque no es mentira ni secreto que moriría por ti.

Creo que mis escritos siguen siendo caóticos como los describiste una vez, te quiero, una verdad.

Cinco segundos más y corría, una mentira.

No he dejado de pensar en las parejas que son para toda una vida, vaya, siempre he sido un romántico de primera y un tímido de diario. Pienso en ti y en mi, en las peleas como sí yo hubiera hecho salado tu desayuno sabiendo que lo prefieres “desabrido” como solemos llamarle, sé por lo que has pasado y los ejemplos que has tenido y pienso en los que yo tuve y no son nada parecidos. Pero creo yo que si, somos parte de lo que nos enseñaron y somos más lo que queremos ser, yo quiero ser bueno contigo, para ti, para ambos, quiero quererte todos los días; cuando no nos soportamos; cuando lloramos; cuando peleamos; cuando una noche igual por una discusión terminamos en tu sofá una noche y tú terminaste con una deuda de dos kilos de papas fritas, de chips. Pero dejame decirte que estuve a cinco segundos de perder, pues la apuesta era quién resistiera más tiempo sin besar al otro rozando nuestros labios sería el ganador y créeme, sí tú perdiste, yo perdí desde el inicio. Cuando te conocí, cuando te ví en ese lindo vestido con una linda blusa y unas botas que opacaban a las estrellas. Yo perdí cuando me contaste de ti, cuando me dijiste que te gustaba la cocina, cuando me hablaste de tu película favorita, yo me rendí ante tus labios incluso miles de horas antes de besarlos y puedo decir que, nunca conocí un lugar más icónico; maravilloso; húmedo; cálido y romántico que tus labios, tan resecos como los míos por un clima frío, tan nerviosos como los míos pues yo siempre miraba hacía arriba buscando las estrellas, siempre quise conocer las auroras boreales y las conocí cuando me tuviste entre tus labios. Está es una declaración de amor, aún después de haberme declarado tantas veces, es un recordatorio de que, nunca dejaras de gustarme; de que te amo con la misma intensidad con la que odiamos las mentiras.

Yo, por un mal momento no me iré y te pediría que tampoco lo hicieras aunque sea egoísta de mi parte, por eso no te lo pido, pero si lo digo al aire.

No te vayas, quédate a querernos; quédate a dormir; quédate a comer; quédate y cuidemos de ti y de mi, comamos algo rico.

Somos cada palabra que dijimos, cada lágrima que derramamos, pero somos los te quiero y buenas noches, los gracias por el día de hoy y la piel alborotada porque pusimos nuestras manos donde más sensibles somos, quédate a recorrer mi cuerpo y dormir en el tuyo.

Quédate a prepararte un desayuno salado pero comerlo yo por hacerte uno nuevo a ti, quédate sabiendo que, yo serviré tu café y tu me dirás que tengo ojeras nuevas, porque así somos tú y yo, nadie lo entiende pero nos decimos te quiero cuando nos decimos que no nos soportamos, quédate a derrochar amor, quédate mil días más.

Con amor, D.

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charlicb · 3 months

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𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒏 .

Alto, quem ve… Perdão, Vossa Alteza Real, princesa MARGOT CHARLOTTE DE TUDOR BOURBON! Quer dizer, CHARLIE! Por favor, ignore minha distração, são apenas normas de segurança. Você deve as conhecer bem, no auge de seus VINTE E CINCO anos. Sei bem que é CARISMÁTICA e CORAJOSA, mas compreendo que todo bom monarca também precisa ser IMEDIATISTA e ENXERIDA. Por favor, por aqui, estão todos lhe esperando. Boa sorte com a Seleção.

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Margot Charlotte é o primeiro fruto da união entre França e Inglaterra, e seu nome representa isso, sendo batizada depois de duas rainhas importantes do passado das duas nações. Por conta disso, sempre esteve ciente das responsabilidades que carregava nas costas, e no que a sua presença significava. Cresceu debaixo de um holofote, e nunca se incomodou com isso. Se sentia nascida para reinar.

A certeza que a coroa pertencia à sua cabeça vindo desde pequena idade facilitava muito as coisas para seus pais e tutores no quesito de treiná-la para ser uma boa governante no futuro: assistia todas às aulas, entregava todos os deveres, tratava de conhecer o palácio e a França como ninguém, inclusive muitos funcionários por nome e sobrenome. Por outro lado, esse excesso de confiança se transmitia em diversas coisas ruins: acreditava que estava acima de muitas regras, então irritava diversos tutores os perguntando sobre coisas que queria aprender agora, aos pais quando não achava necessária sua participação em determinada reunião, às estilistas quando se recusava a usar vestidos e dava preferência exclusiva a roupas masculinas, aos criados quando eles insistiam que ela não podia fazer algumas coisas em alguns horários, ou transitar sozinha por certas partes do castelo, ou só sair para Paris em dias quaisquer, tudo porque sim, porque ela queria e ponto. Foi com toda essa teimosia que já anunciava desde o começo da adolescência para quem quisesse ouvir que não ia se casar com príncipe nenhum, que gostava só de princesas.

Parecia que grande parte do crescimento da princesa Charlotte foi baseado nas pessoas precisando convencê-la de que sua ideia inicial era errada e que o mundo precisava se adaptar a ela ao invés do contrário. E enquanto no palácio as pessoas pareciam ter medo de corrigi-la, foi nas suas escapadas para as ruas da capital, ou nos passeios pelas cidades do interior, que percebeu que haviam pessoas que eram muito mais diretas consigo, sem papas na língua, algumas beirando à rudeza e ao desrespeito.

Ao invés de ficar incomodada com esse tratamento de parte do povo ("plebeus sem educação", como diria sua mãe), Charlotte se sentiu atraída pelas franquezas rápidas. Muito mais do que todo o jogo de cintura que a corte pedia.

Com o tempo, abandonou tanto o Margot quanto o Charlotte e pedia para que as pessoas a chamassem de Charlie; menos intimidador, menos... "Vossa Alteza". Com isso, dentro do palácio o tratamento dos funcionários antes cheio de receios passava a melhorar, e muito mais ainda fora. Tendo esse respeito e admiração pelas ideias da população, gostando de conversas longas e de boas histórias tão fora da sua realidade, a paixão e a vontade de Charlie pela coroa ficava cada vez mais forte. Entendia muito mais do povo desse jeito que pelos livros, entendia as verdadeiras faces da crise e prometia que resolveria quando fosse rainha. Não era mais pelos motivos "corretos" que se esperaria da nobreza como quando era pequena, o que muito incomodava sua mãe, mas aquilo a tornava uma monarca muito popular, o que deixava seu pai muito orgulhoso.

Seu pai... Ter perdido um grande apoio e pilar na sua vida de maneira tão brusca foi um baque. Foi forçada a encarar pela primeira vez um fato que odiava e não podia barganhar, ou bater os pés e chorar sobre o quão era injusto, sobre o quantas coisas faltavam para conversarem, para ele a ensinar. Ele havia ido embora.

Dos cinco estágios de luto, a negação e a raiva foram os mais duradouros, e a aceitação veio sem paz. Se afundou em qualquer coisa que a fizesse esquecer, trabalho, festas, conversas, pintura, música, qualquer coisa. Precisava encontrar logo o que a faria ficar com a cabeça de volta no lugar, porque agora com o pai morto era a sua vez de reinar, o que esperou por tanto tempo... Certo?

A notícia da Seleção foi um segundo luto. Era uma pedra no sapato. "Se queria se distrair, aí está uma ótima distração", a rainha Anne argumentou junto do Conselheiro Jacques. "Você está precisando e a França também. Faça isso ser sua primeira ação política como futura rainha".

Com eles, ao contrário da morte, ela podia argumentar e espernear, e tentou sem sucesso. A Seleção era final, e ponto. Cada vez mais sentia que perdia o controle sobre o que queria e quando queria, e começava a se desesperar. Muito.

Agora estava com dezesseis mulheres sobre sua responsabilidade e disponibilidade, um cenário que em qualquer outra situação seria ideal, mas não agora quando parecia ter tantas coisas importantes ao seu redor. Pelo menos, se havia uma coisa que sabia bem fazer, era esperar que outras pessoas viessem a conquistar e mudar sua opinião, e gostava de se surpreender com diferentes pessoas fora da sua realidade. Não era sobre isso que era a Seleção? Se não era, agora ela faria ser. Se aquilo era o necessário para conseguir sua coroa, jogaria o jogo... Só jogaria do seu jeito.

#❛ — 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ⠀ ;;⠀ threads⠀ .#❛ — 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 ⠀ ;;⠀ musing⠀ .#❛ — 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒂 ⠀ ;;⠀ face⠀ .#❛ — 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆 ⠀ ;;⠀ event⠀ .#❛ — 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒍𝒔 ⠀ ;;⠀ pov⠀ .#❛ — 𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 ⠀ ;;⠀ ask game⠀ .#❛ — 𝒃𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒘𝒏 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 ⠀ ;;⠀ looks⠀ .

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ladygonzalez123 · 1 month

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Papa's Rameneria To Go! Coming Soon for Android & iOS

Brand New Papa's Games Brand New Game of Papa's Rameneria To Go!

Day 1 Sarge Fan & Scooter

Order Station

Cook Station

Build Station

Soda Station (Fizzo Freestyle)

Chefs: Robby & Tohru

Hoildays:

Portallini Feast

Groovestock

Halloween

Thanksgiving

Christmas

New Year

Valentine's Day

Lucky Lucky Matsuri

Easter

Cinco de Mayo

Summer Luau

Starlight BBQ

Free Unlocked Papa Louie on Starlight BBQ with Papa's Rameneria To Go! This Ending Folks!

That's all Folks!

Blue ShadowRP Plays Papa's Rameneria To Go!

Join us for Lady Gonzalez and Friends on Papa Louie Pals!

Papa's Rameneria To Go! Coming Soon for Android & iOS

Closers

Ally Kabam

Rollie

Captain Cori

Quinn

Yuko

Whiff

Jojo

Coming Soon for Android & iOS

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#papa's rameneria to go!#papa's rameneria #ramen #noodles #ramen noodles #japanese food #fueled by ramen #japanese ramen #ramenporn #dumplings #papa louie #flipline studios #flipline #android #ios #google play #app store

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saradrewitt · 3 months

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“You know, Papa Cinco has a nice ring to it~”

I’m making a Papa V design and yes he has a god complex

#sara drewitt’s art #papa v design #papa v #papa cinco #ghost band #ghost #ghost ghouls #the band ghost #original character #character design

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danamartinez17-blog · 16 days

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🐣🤰🏽

Buscando mi positivo🐣

Hola, soy Daiana les quiero compartir un poco de mi camino en busqueda a un positivo, a un embarazo. Contarles un poco de estos años de busqueda hasta llegar hoy en dia a mi beta espera. - Tengo 31 años, junto con emi tomamos la decision de buscar un baby hace 3 años atras, muchas dudas, miedos y bueno nos lanzamos a comenzar sin saber que seria algo complicado para nosotros cuando es tan facil para el resto. No logrado el embarazo pasado los primeros tres y cinco meses acudí a mi ginecologa de cabecera para que me pueda orientar de lo que posiblemente podria estar pasando, y soy derivada a un medico especialista en fertilidad, ya que cierto tiempo sin un resultado positivo esto era lo que seguía. Una vez consultado mi cartilla medica hice recorridos por varios hospitales que me correspondían, pero aun asi seguian sin dar con un diagnostico ya que me mandaban a realizar tratamientos de baja complejidad, muchos analisis de sangre, ecografías a ambos, medicamentos para regular mi periodo y otras tantas cosas que la verdad no daban resultados mas que generarme angustia y creer que no era posible lograr embarazarme. Asi es como pasado un año de busqueda yendo y viniendo de hospitales a hospitales tuve la perdida de mi papa, llegado la pandemia fue muy traumatico en todo sentido, el tratamiento paso de ser prioridad en mi vida diaria a ser un ultimo plan deseado, la verdad mi cabeza estaba en vaya saber donde afrontando una lucha que no quisiera que fuera mia ni de nadie, pero me toco ser fuerte y encarar el dolor desde una fortaleza que gracias a la familia y los seres queridos pude tener todos los dias. La pandemia no solo se llevo a mi ser mas querido, tambien queriendo retomar el tratamiento mi medico me hizo hacer un freno y pensar que buscar un embarazo en estas situaciones no era lo mas indicado ya que podia infectarme saliendo de casa, y que las consultas via Whatsapp no llevarían a nada, es por eso que me quede con que no era el especialista que necesitaba, acudí nuevamente a mi cartilla medica y busque los centros medicos donde tenia convenio mi obra social y di con procrearte medicina reproductiva, luego de dos años ya calmado todo pandemia fuera, estragos la verdad que preferible dejarlos atras y con medicos que la verdad sentia como que no me quisieran ayudar, es chocante decirlo, pero asi lo senti, una vez dado con procrearte llego al consultorio de ramiro quintana, me da muchas ordenes analisis lo cual pasado tres meses volvi a verlo, porque despues de tres meses? porque hay un análisis de sangre llamado cariotipo de bangeo tarda dos meses en dar el resultado, es por eso que una vez recibido ese estudio volvimos a consultorio. Emi en este caso ya habia realizado sus analisis previos, en mi caso mis ovulos no lograban el tamaño adecuado, teniendo asi nuestro diagnostico, comenzamos el tratamiento.

#fertility #in vitro fertilization #in vitro diagnostics market #in vitro diagnostics industry

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bebe-benzenheimer · 11 months

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Papa Louie Aesthetics Meme

Since the results from my poll a while back leaned to a whopping mighty YES, I figure now be the time to pose a fun challenge for Flipline Tumblr and those of us who enjoy making graphics, so....drumroll...The Papa Louie Aesthetics Meme!

Before we get to the prompt list below the cut, just a few guidelines:

-tag your posts with papa louie aesthetics meme so we can all see everyone's pictures gathered together

-do your best to make at least one picture for each prompt, though if you're absolutely stuck for inspiration for a few I'm not making it a big deal. If you want to do more than one picture for a prompt that's fine as well, I'm just making the basic guideline of at least one so people not as experienced with editing don't feel overwhelmed

-since Tumblr allows multiple images per post, you can put more than one picture into each of your own posts

-whether you want to do your images in basic 9-picture moodboard style or try different layouts, go right ahead! Whether you want to represent a character with a faceclaim or with their in-game picture, go right ahead with that as well!

PROMPT LIST:

your favorite game

a worker

a customer

a closer

a fanmade character

an LGBT character (Mary, Sue, Nye, Liezel, Treble)

an antagonist

an animal/pet

facelaim an unseen character

a friendship

a family relationship

a canon ship (Tony/Mandi, Penny/Alberto, Mary/Sue, Rudy/Scarlett, Edoardo/Olga, Rhonda/Rico, Whiff/Mindy, Claire/Vincent, Franco/Fernanda)

a fanon ship

a game feature

a station

a city

a location

a mini-game

a go-kart

a band

a baseball team

a hockey team

a real-world spring holiday (St. Paddy's, Easter, Holi, Cherry Blossom Festival, Cinco De Mayo)

an in-game spring holiday (Lucky Lucky Matsuri, Big Top Carnival, Romano Wedding, ChiliFest, Comet-Con, OnionFest, Sugarplex Film Fest)

a summer holiday

a real-world fall holiday (Halloween, Day of the Dead, Thanksgiving)

an in-game fall holiday (Gondola500, Maple Mornings, Pirate Bash)

a winter holiday

a standard ingredient

a holiday ingredient

a Papa's Cook Book ingredient

a special

#papa louie aesthetics meme #papa louie #flipline studios #papa's gameria #flipline

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gonzalo-obes · 3 months

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IMAGENES Y DATOS INTERESANTES DEL DIA 28 DE FEBRERO DE 2024

Día de Andalucía, Año Internacional de los Camélidos.

San Alercio y San Román.

Tal día como hoy en el año 2013

Hoy a las 20:00 h, y tal como lo había anunciado por sorpresa él mismo el pasado día 11, el Papa Benedicto XVI renuncia a su cargo "por falta de fuerzas", tras casi ocho años de pontificado durante el cual quiso poner en orden la moral y las cuentas vaticanas. Entre sus logros se encuentran su histórica visita a la isla de Cuba o la forma de encarar la pederastia en la Iglesia. El anterior Papa en renunciar por motivos personales y no políticos, fue Celestino V en 1294 tras cinco meses de papado. (Hace 11 años)

2002

Hoy es el día en que desaparecen definitivamente las monedas nacionales de doce países de la UE, por lo que, a partir de mañana, el euro se convertirá en todos ellos como la única divisa de curso legal, tras haberse puesto en circulación el 1 de enero de este mismo año y haber coexistido con las divisas nacionales durante 59 días. Las antiguas monedas nacionales se podrán canjear por euros indefinidamente. (Hace 22 años)

1994

Tiene lugar la primera acción militar de la OTAN en sus 45 años de existencia, cuando aviones de combate de EE.UU. derriban cuatro aviones serbios en misión de bombardeo, por violar la zona protegida de Bosnia. (Hace 30 años)

1983

La empresa alemana Deutsche Grammophone lanza al mercado el "compact disc", firmando el certificado de defunción del "vinilo". El cambio de tecnología supone un gran avance al grabarse digitalmente frente a las grabaciones analógicas que contienen ruido de fondo. (Hace 41 años)

1956

En Estados Unidos, el ingeniero informático Jay Wright Forrester patenta para las computadoras un tipo de memoria de ferrita o de núcleo, o memoria RAM (de "acceso aleatorio" para escritura lectura), que será la memoria principal de las computadoras durante veinte años, hasta mediados de la década de 1970. La memoria consiste en matrices de pequeños anillos o toros cerámico-magnéticos a través de los cuales se enhebraban hilos para escribir o leer información. Cada núcleo representa un bit de información. Los núcleos pueden ser polarizados de dos formas diferentes (en sentido horario o antihorario) y los bits almacenados en un núcleo son ceros o unos, dependiendo de la dirección de polarizacion del campo magnético del núcleo. A finales de la década de 1970 este tipo de memoria principal será sustituida por la memoria de semiconductores. (Hace 68 años)

1942

Durante la Segunda Guerra Mundial, tropas japonesas desembarcan en la isla de Java, que mantendrán ocupada hasta 1945. Los comandantes aliados firmarán la rendición en el cuartel japonés en Bandung el 12 de marzo. (Hace 82 años)

1922

Tras el fracaso en las negociaciones para la independencia de Egipto, Gran Bretaña proclama de manera unilateral una independencia restringida para este país, lo que consigue calmar las acciones del movimiento nacionalista egipcio, garantizando a la vez la continuidad de la presencia británica en este territorio. (Hace 102 años)

1811

En la Banda Oriental (actual Uruguay), y siguiendo las indicaciones efectuadas por José Gervasio Artigas, un centenar de patriotas a las órdenes de dos campesinos, Venancio Benavidez y Pedro Viera, con el apoyo del teniente de Blandengues don Ramón Fernández, inician el levantamiento en lo que se ha dado en llamar el Grito de Asencio, por hallarse los gauchos congregados a orillas del arroyo del mismo nombre. Esta es la primera señal de sublevación en esta Banda y, a partir de ahora, todos los orientales se unirán con un ideal común. (Hace 213 años)

380

El emperador Teodosio el Grande promulga en Tesalónica la constitución "Cunctos Populos" ordenando a todos los pueblos sometidos a su obediencia la adhesión al cristianismo, convirtiéndolo en la religión oficial del Imperio. En realidad, esta ley es una certificación del alto nivel de cristianización que tiene la sociedad romana y una medida de cohesión política del Estado, en estos momentos en que se halla en franca disolución. (Hace 1644 años)

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The twin brother of Aurora~ :D Hope you like it!

HCS (spanish - english) below the cut!

-Si bien desde el 900 al 1000 DC fueron habitadas por vikingos y los pueblos originarios los Inuit, ancestros que comparte directamente con Matthew, y los nordicos e Inglaterra llegaron desde el S XIV, las primeras expediciones modernas comenzaron en el S XIX. -Sus países de influencia directa (sus "tutores") son Canadá, los nórdicos (Dinamarca, Finlandia, Islandia, Noruega Suecia), Rusia y Estados Unidos. -A diferencia de su hermana no tiene bandera actual ni nominal, pero en 1991 se declaró el Concilio Artico desde Estado Unidos, dándole una simbología propia, con el objetivo de preservar la geografía y el medio ambiente, en la responsabilidad de todos los tutores y países observadores. Más info: arcticportal.org/

FISICO:

-Sus ojos son iguales a Aurora, pero su pelo tiene la característica de las nubes iridiscentes o nacaradas que se ven con frecuencia en los polos (fenómeno conocido como irisación). -Habla suave y lento, pero tiene un humor más jocoso que Aurora, ya que el tuvo siempre habitantes humanos y está más acostumbrado a los viajes y las visitas. -Su aspecto tiene más rasgos asiáticos, por la permanencia histórica de los Inuit. -Si bien su fauna autoctona es escasa, hay muchas migraciones en las que se destacan el zorro ártico, el charrán artico y el oso polar (¡Sí, comparten a Kumajiro!).

SOBRENATURAL:

-Así como Aurora, su nombre es una opción. Viene de la etimología griega y significa "oso". Algunos países lo llaman de manera puntualmente diferente: por ejemplo, Heracles lo llama Calisto, referido a la mitología relacionada con la Osa Mayor. Por su lado, relacionado con la mitología súfi derivada del Islam, Sadik lo llama Jabal Qaf, "la montaña del Norte de los Nortes". Finalmente, Feliciano y Lovino lo llaman Rupes, refiriendo a la Rupes Nigra, la ascención máxima del alma peregrina, que aparece en la Divina Comedia de Dante Alghieri. -Sabe donde está Papa Noel (Santa Claus), pero es un secreto que guarda junto con Finlandia. Algunos dicen que es una metáfora de la pureza espiritual que conserva en sí mismo, y muchas religiones y mitos comparten esta idea.

-Datos curiosos:

-La única bandera que posee en sus geografía es la rusa, plantada en 2007. Los Yupik, gente de la siberia, llegó a mezclarse con algunos grupos Inuit en edades tempranas. -El 10 de abril de 2013, el argentino Juan Benegas llegó a pie al polo norte geográfico a partir de la base rusa Barneo, distante unos 170 km del objetivo. Fue acompañado por cinco rusos, un italiano y un belga. -Autora también tiene el Tratado Antártico, conformado por Argentina, Australia, Chile, Francia, Noruega, Nueva Zelanda y el Reino Unido. -Argentina llegó a plantar bandera finalmente en 2016, www.telam.com.ar/notas/201604/…

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Finally! It was a little more complex to make this OC because I had to read twice as much as with Aurora, but here it is! I hope you like it~

Some HCs:

-Although from 900 to 1000 AD they were inhabited by Vikings and the original Inuit peoples, ancestors that they share directly with Matthew, and the Norse and England arrived from the XIV century, the first modern expeditions began in the XIX century. -His countries of direct influence (his "tutors") are Canada, the Nordics (Denmark, Finland, Iceland, Norway, Sweden), Russia and the United States. -Unlike his sister, does not have a current or nominal flag, but in 1991 the Arctic Council was declared from the United States, giving it its own symbology, with the aim of preserving geography and the environment, under the responsibility of all guardians and observer countries. More info: arcticportal.org/

PHYSICAL:

-Her eyes are the same as Aurora's, but his hair has the characteristic of the iridescent or pearly clouds that are frequently seen at the poles (a phenomenon known as iridescence). -He speaks softly and slowly, but he has a more jocular humor than Aurora, since he always had human inhabitants and is more accustomed to travel and visits. -His appearance has more Asian features, due to the historical permanence of the Inuit. -Although its native fauna is scarce, there are many migrations in which the arctic fox, the arctic tern and the polar bear stand out (Yes, they share Kumajiro!).

SUPERNATURAL:

-Just like Aurora, his name is an option. It comes from the Greek etymology and means "bear". Some countries call it in a different way: for example, Heracles calls him Callisto, referring to the mythology related to. For his part, related to Sufi mythology derived from Islam, Sadik calls him Jabal Qaf, "the mountain of the North of the Norths". Finally, Feliciano and Lovino call it Rupes, referring to the Rupes Nigra, the highest ascent of the pilgrim soul, which appears in Dante Alghieri's Divine Comedy. -He knows where Papa Noel (Santa Claus) is, but it is a secret that he keeps together with Finland. Some say that it is a metaphor for the spiritual purity that he preserves in himself, and many religions and myths share this idea.

-Fun facts:

-The only flag it has in its geography is the Russian one, planted in 2007. The Yupik, people from Siberia, came to mix with some Inuit groups at an early age. -On April 10, 2013, the Argentine Juan Benegas reached the geographic North Pole on foot from the Russian base Barneo, some 170 km from the target. He was accompanied by five Russians, an Italian and a Belgian. -Author also has the Antarctic Treaty, made up of Argentina, Australia, Chile, France, Norway, New Zealand and the United Kingdom. -Argentina finally planted the flag in 2016, https://www.telam.com.ar/notas/201604/144574-la-primera-expedicion-nacional-al-polo-norte-planto-la-bandera-argentina-en-su-destino.html

#hetalia #hetalia oc #aph artic #artic oc #rosas headcanons #axis powers hetalia #axis powers ヘタリア #hetalia axis powers #axispowershetalia #hetalia art #hws artic

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jartitameteneis · 1 year

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Un día como cualquiera, un padre de una familia adinerada llevó a su hijo a un viaje por el campo con el firme propósito que su hijo viera cuan pobre era la gente que vive en el campo. Estuvieron pasando todo el día y la noche en una granja de una familia campesina muy humilde. Al concluir el viaje, ya de regreso a casa, el padre le pregunta a su hijo:

Padre: ¿Qué te pareció el viaje?

Hijo: Muy bonito, papa

Padre: ¿Viste lo pobre que puede ser la gente?

Hijo: Si

Padre: ¿Y qué aprendiste?

Hijo: Vi que nosotros tenemos un perro en casa, ellos tienen cinco. Nosotros tenemos una piscina larga hasta a la mitad del jardín, ellos tienen un arroyo que no tiene fin. Nosotros tenemos lámparas importadas en el patio, ellos tienen las estrellas. Nuestro patio llega hasta la muralla de la casa, el de ellos tiene todo un horizonte. Ellos tienen tiempo para conversar y convivir en familia, tú y mi mamá tienen que trabajar todo el día y casi nunca los veo.

Al terminar el relato, el padre se quedó mudo, y su hijo agregó: Gracias papá, por enseñarme lo ricos que podemos llegar a ser!!!

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bayisdying · 1 year

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Lucky Penny - Chapter 17

A/N: I am so so so sorry that this took so long to get out to you guys. Writers block was so real for this chapter and even once I had it figured out it still wasn't coming as easily as writing usually does for me. I hope you guys enjoy it, and as always feedback back is appreciated!

8 Months Post Mission:

Wedding planning shouldn't be harder than flying a fighter jet but it sure felt that way.

The normally very in sync couple were fighting over everything.

"Can it be a Stars War theme?"

"Absolutely not."

"Can we have Mav officiate?"

"Um I'm sorry, that's a terrible idea!"

But it wasn't just little fights, they were having full on arguments over very important things. Firstly, the guest list. The Garcia clan was massive, Mickey's parents had a total of eleven siblings, and all of those siblings had children, and most of those children had children. Mickey himself was one of five, and all his siblings were married and three of them had kids. Plus he still had all his grandparents, and God knows how many other distant relatives. They could easily account for 150 people which was way more people than Lucky wanted there.

She wanted small, intimate. Their immediate families and their friends. That's it. She didn't have the large family background. The Steele family had never accepted her as one of their own even after William officially adopted her. When she had been five years old she tried calling his parents "Grandma and Grandpa" she had been punished. The two Christmases they had been invited to - there had been no presents under the tree for Baylie while she watched as the cousins she wasn't allowed to play with opened box after box.

So really all she had left was her mother, maternal grandparents, and a handful of assorted family members. And as much as she loved all of the wild Garcia's she couldn't help but feel a little inferior to them. He could pack a whole church with his family, whereas she could count her family on one hand.

Their fighting comes to a head one day when a very stressed out Fanboy snaps when Lucky is contemplating who is going to walk her down the aisle.

"I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of this."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Lucky asked.

"I know you wish it was William, but he's dead and he wasn't even really your father. It's time to get over it."

He regretted the words as soon as they flew from his mouth, and especially when he saw the hurt in her eyes. She stood up and walked towards the door.

"Wait Bay.."

"Save it. I'm leaving."

And she did just that, grabbing nothing, not even shoes.

It had been only sprinkling when Lucky left the cottage, by the time she made it by foot to the Kazansky household it was a full blown downpour. She was soaking wet from head to toe and she wasn't sure which were tears or raindrops on her cheeks. She usually didn't knock or ring the doorbell, she was welcome in at anytime. But she rang the doorbell, not wanting to interrupt whatever her surrogate parents were doing.

When Ice opened the door, it took him far longer than normal to figure out that the tiny, soaked frame was that of his Lucky.

"What the fuck?" Came Dragon's voice from behind him. "Baby girl come here."

While Dragon led Lucky to the bathroom to get her out of her wet clothes and into a warm shower, Iceman went full on Papa Bear mood.

He started by taking a few deep breaths, and bypassed Fanboys contact to find the group chat he had created with Rooster and Hangman.

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The Hard Deck was busy as usual, and sitting in a corner booth were the foursome of Rooster, Hangman, Cinco, and Spicy who was currently on break.

"Oh look it's Mickey." Roo pointed to the bar, where their friend was sitting alone. "wonder where Lucky is?"

"I don't know, but I'm going to go invite him over here." Cin said as she emptied the rest of her beer. "I need a refill anyways."

She made her way to the bar, Penny handing her another beer, before she takes a place next to Mickey who tensed up.

"Hey buddy, where's our girl?"

No response.

"Fanboy? What's up?"

Nothing.

"You want to come join us in the corner?"

"Just leave me alone Cin, okay?" He snapped at her, causing her to recoil. "I'm not in the mood."

"What the hell Miguel?"

He went back to not responding until she got the hint and went back to the table with a dejected look on her face.

"What's his problem?" Jake asked.

Cin just shrugged, still feeling the sting of his rejection.

"He looks really grumpy." Spicy noted.

"I mean him and Lucky are planning the wedding, maybe it's a little stressful?" Rooster added as an observation, forever playing the optimist.

Just as he finished his statement both his and Jake's phones vibrated on the table. They flip them over in unison and read the text.

"Hey girls we will be right back." Rooster stated as him and Jake made a beeline to the bar, leaving their phones behind. The girls shared one look as Spicy reached out for Bradley's phone. Everyone knew his passcode, "1986" (the boy isn't original at all okay?)

Cin scooted closer to her friend, and they read the text from "Uncle Ice"

"Boys, I don't know what happened but Lucky showed up at our doorstep about an hour ago crying. She won't tell us what happened just that Mickey said something awful. Dragon got her to take a shower and now she's laying on the couch still crying. Help."

Spicy set the phone back down and sighed.

"What the hell could he have said to make her that upset?" Cin whispered.

"Something really, really bad."

----

Rooster had finally convinced Fanboy to take a walk with him while Jake paid for another round for him and the girls.

They walked down to the beach in total silence, before Rooster finally asked the burning question. "What happened?"

Fanboy sighed and closed his eyes. "I didn't mean to say it, it just came out man."

"What did you even say?"

"I told her that..William was dead and she needed to get over it."

Rooster took a deep breath, mainly to mask his anger, when he regained his composure his voice was barely above a whisper "why would you say that to her?"

"It's been a stressful few months, we went from not knowing if she was going to survive to planning a wedding where we can't agree on anything. Everything has been a fight."

"Maybe a night away from everything is what you two need."

"She's never going to want me back after I said that, I messed up almost six years with the most amazing woman with one sentence."

Rooster smirked. "Yeah right, that girl is crazy about you, she'll forgive you for this."

Mickey raised an eyebrow.

"She looks at you the way my Mom looked at my Dad, and how she continued to look at his pictures even after he died." Bradley paused. "And you look at her how Dad looked at Mom. Like she's the only person you can see in a room full of people. You smile as soon as she's in eyesight, and when she's not looking you look at her like she hung every star in the sky just for you. You two remind me so much of my parents, and they were an epic love story. This won't tear that kind of love apart."

Mickey just shakes his head, "William was her first knight in shining armor Roo. She carries around the hurt of losing him like a weight on her shoulders. He will always be her first love. I'm just the dumbass who gets to love the woman he raised her to be."

"And that woman knows you never meant to hurt her." Roo pats his buddy on the shoulder. "And that woman loves you so much it's blinding, everyone knows you two are inseparable."

Mickey knew the other shoe was about to drop, he could see the shift in Bradley's eyes, he was going from being his best friend to Lucky's.

"But you hurt her in the worst way, using something so sacred to her. You have no idea what losing a parents does to you, and she watched him die for six months before he actually died. She went to every chemo, every doctor's appointment, and she watched him fade away." Bradley had to stop his voice from rising. "You can't possibly imagine how that is, and this wasn't even the man who shared her DNA. This was the man who stepped up to the plate and raised her when her biological father wouldn't. He didn't run away from Delilah when he realized she had a daughter. Instead he became a damn good father, loved her, cared for her, and did everything for her. That's why she still talks to him after all these years. She has never had to question whether he loved her, because he proved it every single day."

They stood in total silence, the only noise was that of the waves.

-----

Back at the Kazansky house, Dragon had finally gotten Baylie to calm down enough to explain what happened. She covered Lucky with a warm blanket and picked up her phone.

Dragon was only a little upset when Fanboy let her phone call go to his voice-mail. She had wanted to actually talk to him, but this would have to work.

"Listen very carefully Miguel, I know you're both stressed, but what you said was so wrong. Sober up, and come by the house tomorrow to apologize. Just remember one thing, Ice and I would do anything for her. That includes hurting you for hurting her. See you tomorrow."

Fanboy listened to the voice-mail over and over again. Not to hear the bite in her voice when she said his name, or the threat. But because he could hear Baylie crying in the background and that sound was killing him inside.

He knew he had to do something big to win her back, and knowing his girl it was going to take all his romantic prowess.

-----

The next morning Ice had made Lucky pancakes, and watched as she just picked at them. It was breaking his heart seeing her so sad.

"Come on Lucky girl, it will be okay."

Before Lucky can respond they hear something out on the front lawn, they join Dragon who is peering out of a window.

"What the hell is this?" Lucky asked.

"Pretty sure your man is trying to make up to you." Dragon replied and stepped aside so Lucky could see.

Standing next to the Bluetooth boombox Lucky had bought him the last Christmas was Mickey. He was fumbling with his phone, and he has what looks like poster board in his hands.

"Oh my God."

Lucky opened the front door and the trio walked out onto the front porch to watch the show. Mickey put on a serious face noticing his audience. He also noticed how Lucky looked like she had been crying non-stop for hours.

"I wanted to say I'm so sorry cariño. I love you so much so I wanted to show you that."

He clicks a button on his phone, and "Gasolina" by Daddy Yankee start playing, resulting in very confused looks.

"Shit shit shit." They could barely hear Mickey over the music. He messed with his phone and the music stopped.

"Wrong song Garcia!" Dragon yelled to cut the tension.

"I know!" He yelled back, clearly stressed.

He frantically scrolled and finally found the right song. The next time the boombox came to life "Hero" by Enrique Iglesias started up causing Lucky to laugh this was the song he would sing to her whenever she was sad.

Fanboy turned the poster board around and she read the words.

"I want to be your hero baby." it was decorated poorly with pictures of them both through the years.

Lucky immediately started to laugh, he may have been cheesy as hell but she loved it.

She finally joined him out on the front lawn, he opened his arms and she ran into them. He wrapped his strong arms around her.

"Cariño..."

"Oh just kiss me Mickey."

He obligated her plea, kissing her hard, making damn sure the kiss said everything he wanted to;

She was his forever girl.

He never wanted to let her go.

He couldn't wait to marry her.

-----

A/N: would it be a chapter of Lucky Penny if there wasn't any angst? 18 actually is way less angsty. That's a promise.

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