#Cuban girl anon

[tkblythofficial]

💁🏾‍♀️🇨🇺 anon:

KC bein' cute was just me tryna be nice 😅 I didn't know if any of y'all liked or cared about him like that lol I mean I found Heartstopper to be a cute show for the queer youth and I've heard he's unproblematic but yeah R be carrying this casting HARD, devouring even!!

Since y'all don't fw with KC that much, can I say my main concern with this R+J adaptation is to know if it's a musical or not? cuz I heard a clip of him singing on twitter and... no ma'am ☹️ R is going to EAT HIM UP

I’m glad I’m not the only one. She’s eating him up in literally everything. Singing, acting, looks…

But I will be front and center watching! Take my money, R!

[paraprincss]

PARAPRINCSS !! >.< >_< ⁽⁽٩(๑˃̶͈̀ ᗨ ˂̶͈́)۶⁾⁾

STATUS : ACTIVE!! DM ANYTIME XD

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[pretty-princess-jeremy]

… Tonight

I just want to take you higher

Throw your hands up in the sky

Let's set this party off right

… Players, put yo' pinky rings up to the moon

Girls, what y'all trying to do?

Twenty four karat magic in the air

Head to toe so player

Look out, uh

… Pop pop, it's show time (show time)

Show time (show time)

Guess who's back again?

Oh they don't know? (Go on tell 'em)

Oh they don't know? (Go on tell 'em)

I bet they know soon as we walk in (showin' up)

Wearing Cuban links (ya)

Designer minks (ya)

Inglewood's finest shoes (whoop, whoop)

Don't look too hard might hurt ya'self

Known to give the color red the blues

… Oh shit, I'm a dangerous man with some money in my pocket (keep up)

So many pretty girls around me and they waking up the rocket (keep up)

Why you mad, fix ya face, ain't my fault y'all be jocking (keep up)

… Players only, come on

Put your pinky rings up to the moon

Girls, what y'all trying to do?

Twenty four karat magic in the air

Head to toe so player

Uh, look out!

… Second verse for the hustlas (hustlas) gangstas (gangstas)

Bad bitches and ya ugly ass friends (haha)

Can I preach? (Uh oh) can I preach? (Uh oh)

I gotta show 'em how a pimp get it in

First, take your sip (sip), do your dip (dip)

Spend your money like money ain't shit (whoop, whoop)

We too fresh

Got to blame in on Jesus

Hashtag blessed, they ain't ready for me

… I'm a dangerous man with some money in my pocket (keep up)

So many pretty girls around me and they waking up the rocket (keep up)

Why you mad, fix ya face, ain't my fault y'all be jocking (keep up)

… Players only, come on

Put your pinky rings up to the moon

Hey girls

What y'all trying to do? (What y'all trying to do?)

Twenty four karat magic in the air

Head to toe so player

Uh, look out!

… everywhere I go they be like

Ooh, so player

Everywhere I go they be like (ooh, so player, ooh)

Oh everywhere I go they be like (ooh, so player, ooh)

… Now, now, now watch me break it down like (uh)

Twenty four karat, twenty four karat magic

What's that sound (twenty four karat, twenty four karat magic)

Come on now

Twenty four karat, twenty four karat magic

Don't fight the feeling, invite the feeling

… Just put your pinky rings up to the moon

Girls, what y'all trying to do? (Tell me what y'all trying to do)

Twenty four karat magic in the air

Head to toe so player (hands up!)

Put your pinky rings up to the moon

Girls, what y'all trying to do? (Do)

Twenty four karat magic in the air

Head to toe so player (twenty four karat) uh, look out

(Hello hi I'm the Song Anon. I sing you every song from a different artists then move on to other one. You get another Bruno Mars song today because I like you)

"MORE Bruno Mars?? Goodness gracious.. hello there 😭"

[magicaltickles]

8:Want any tattoos?

14:Biggest turn offs

27:A description of the girl/boy I like

34:What I find attractive in women

44:A random fact about anything

Hello totally inconspicuous anon that I have no idea who it is

8:Want any tattoos?

YES MANY the ones I want are a Cuban coffee maker or general coffee pot with sunflower imagery, a purple heart, a red among us character, a sun, Chuuya's hat, and something to represent Dazai

14:Biggest turn offs

A lot of things but nothing that specifically comes to mind lol

27:A description of the girl/boy I like

A dumbass that's basically the sun

34:What I find attractive in women

When she's willing to get heavily into bsd for me <3

44:A random fact about anything

OKAY SO HOWLS MOVING CASTLE, SOMETIMES IT LOOKS LIKE HOWLS EARS ARE PROPERLY PIERCED AND OTHER TIMES IT LOOKS LIKE HE HAS CLIP ONS

[barrowsteeth]

in an interview that was posted back in august, that seemed to be filmed after he went to los angeles, kit said he had things lined up that he couldn't talk about contracts and such along those lines, so he's excited for the next couple of years (and hopefully decades) so he has stuff that can't be talked about just yet..

Yes, anon! I remember that interview. It's hard for us to be patient, but I bet it's even harder for him to keep quiet about his upcoming projects. We now know about Cuban Girls Guide, but it sounded like he had a lot of things lined up. I'm excited for him -- and for us. :)

For anyone who hasn't seen the interview yet, you can watch it here. The part about future projects is ~ the 10 minute mark.

[5secondsof5sos]

question: what are your thoughts about Brandy appropriating the Latino culture?

part of your answer: I think brandy and Calum are a cute couple

girl be serious and stop acting like a dumb fuck, that anon asked you about brandy appropriating a culture and you proceed to give the stupidest answer ever and add something that is not relevant like brandy and calum being a couple. you are getting asked a serious question and proceed to say something not even close to it. stop being disrespectful

I’m not a “dumb fuck.”

The first part of my answer, the part you chose to leave out before degrading me, was I’d thought brandy had said they are of Latino heritage. I believe they’d said they have Cuban heritage. I’m genuinely asking a question because I don’t know, if brandy is Cuban, are they appropriating Latino culture? if I’ve said something incorrect and need to educate myself, I apologize. If I was disrespectful, I’m sorry. There are ways to let me know I’ve made a mistake. Calling me a dumb fuck is not the way to do that.

[asgardiandeadpoetsociety]

Little Sunshines (AKA, Jake Lockley headcanons as a new father)

So, a kind anon sent me a prompt. I usually write in spanish, but loved the outcome so much I translated it. Enjoy!

-Jake assumed he would become a father eventually. It was expected of latino men, nothing out of the ordinary in his mind, but he was not ready when you confessed being pregnant.

-Jake almost has a heart attack with the news. He was used to being the protector, a human shield, and didn´t feel even worthy of having his own life, hopes and dreams. Deep down, he convinced himself you were with him only because of Marc and Steve.

-He will deny it, but almost broke down in tears when you casually mentioned he was the first of the moon boys to receive the good news.

-All 3 of them eagerly tagged along for the first ultrasound, and took turns watching the little sunshine, as they called it. The third one to front, Jake, took the print and kept it, while you finished scheduling a routine follow up in reception.

-You caught Jake staring deeply at the photo. It kind of made you nervous, but felt at ease with the smile that followed the frown. You haven´t been able to forget the pureness of his face in that moment.

-Jake waited for the moment he felt truly alone, Marc and Steven back in the headspace. He told you he figured out, counting weeks and checking on past dates, that you were together that night.

-It worried you the other boys would feel jealous, so Jake and you agreed to keep the exact dates a secret. When to topic came along, you both deflected the conversation. (Needless to say Jake was over the moon having such a cute secret with you).

-Marc and Steven had already figured, but where overall excited to be parents and thrilled to see Jake allowing himself to enjoy a life of his own.

-The four agreed to nickname the baby little sunshine, at least until a proper name was decided. It worked for any gender and most importantly, Jake had chosen it.

-A couple of times, you found Jake locked himself in the bathroom, staring at the horizon. Getting him to open up wasn´t easy, but he finally confessed he didn´t feel he would be a good parent. He never had good models growing up and wasn´t emotional and open per say.

-You assured him the pure concern was a guarantee he would be a fantastic dad and that both of you would figure along the way.

-When your water broke, the moon boys panicked, but Jake kept a cold head enough to react. He insisted on driving you to the hospital.

-Jake refused to leave you until the baby was born and you started breathing softly, pain temporarily numbed by emotion. He vowed to himself to never forget the first cry and your first smile towards the little sunshine.

-Steven was fronting when the doctors finally convinced the boys to leave the room. In the hallway, his hands, usually kept at his chest, seeked warmth in the pockets of the hoodie. He found a cuban cigar.

-Jake fronted, proud and gloating. He said it was a latinos thing, a sort of tradition when a baby was born. Bad luck a passing nurse didn´t think the same.

-Jake was arguing with the nurse, when he heard you scream. He made his way back to the room.

-In summary, the system almost faints seeing you push again. The little sunshine wasn´t alone, in fact, another sunshine came with it. A pair of twins, boy and girl.

-To avoid bickering, you didn´t let any of the boys be the first to hold the sunshines. You did it first. All three stared in awe, Marc anouncing he was ready to hold them, but ultimately Jake taking the lead, but only seating in bed and under your supervision.

-Being Marc (and Stevens) protector was a burden. He had seen so much blood and abuse, but had pulled through, for love, love for both men who he considered his brothers. It never was his choice, but, he accepted it. Now, he proudly wanted to be their protector. He wanted to protect not only his brothers, but also his twins, you. He wanted to protect his world.

[klanceficatalogue]

Hi I'm trying to find a fic with hurt Keith in it, but it has a specific title and I can barely remember it. It has something about star flowers in the title, I think. Lance found Keith in his flower garden injured in the first chapter, that I remember. I knew I should have save it in my bookmarks

Got it c:- Vallie

of starflowers and scars by chirithy (13/? | 30,800 | Not Rated)

Lance had an everyday routine, one that was simple and kept his life organized. He never expected to find a man passed out in his garden covered in blood.

//blood //injury

(hunk/shay)

[redheadbigshoes]

for anyone planning to watch one day at a time for lesbian rep, they should also know numerous ppl make lowkey homophobic comments to the girl who's a lesbian that are never challenged("we know youre gay but do u have to act so gay?" type shit as well as her mom like. ughh, there's a whole episode where her mom is just really homophobic and in the end shes like "i may be thinking these things but its ok because i sould never say them to her and anyway my daughter coming out was an understandable shock") and also that the main family says some rlly racist shit( specifically their grandmother repeatedly saying theyre the "good kind of cubans" bc they're white, as well as referencing her family being invokved in the plantations where they lowkey owned black and brown ppl as a good thing, lots of pro us military bullshit as well, like, extremely,.) and that's never treated as a real issue either, just something to laugh at. so yea h. just throwing it out there because a lot of ppl recommended the show to me but being a brown lesbian, well, lol, lets just say it sucks to have to realize on tthe show that's being recommended to u for being "so progressive" and "such great latino rep" is racist af and repeatedly has homophobic insinuations about like, the only regularly seen queer character on the show. i lowkey doubt you'll post this anon, bc most ppl dont give af but. id appreciate it.

No, actually you’re right. When I said it was a good lesbian rep I was mainly talking about Elena, not how the other characters treat her or how they see her identity, it’s very very rare seeing lesbians being represented in a more positive way, not fetishizing or anything like that, and the fact that they do use the word lesbian (not as frequently as I’d like to but still better than never) is a huge thing because most lesbian characters are never referred as lesbians.

After I rewatched some episodes there really are some things that bothered me like those you brought up. That particular scene of “acting gay” I did not really like it, I don’t know if the character who said that (from what I remember it was either Alex or Lydia) was actually supposed to sound homophobic or not. But considering that scene is supposed to be funny I do think it’s just a way to kinda mock her. Also that scene of Penelope saying she can think homophobic things about her daughter because as long she doesn’t say anything to her is okay… That sounded so wrong. It’s not okay. Just because you’re not saying those things out loud it doesn’t mean it’s not wrong.

I’ve never actually noticed Lydia said that because they were white… wow. The part of the pro military I can’t really say anything because that’s the most common thing in american movies/shows. It’s very annoying though.

Yeah about being a great latino rep I don’t think it is, I say that as a latina. It’s still very much stereotyped, which is one of the things us latinos hate about how gringos see us. Tbh I don’t think I’ve ever seen good latino rep in american movies and shows.

Considering the show is still pretty much (from what I know) made by Americans for Americans, I’ve never really expected great rep from it.

[the-empress-7]

This is “tea” that I sat on for a day, because I wasn’t sure what to make of it. It’s a bit hard to read as it has some triggering language due to the nature of the tea. I have decided to post it under a cut. As with all tea, please be reminded that everything is alleged and unverified. 

Little Tea Anon here

I’ve lived and worked in London for years now and have a close knit group of connections. Due to my career and my area of works, I have some interesting information about Meghan that I have heard from aristocratic contacts and famous contacts that I have cultivated through the years.

Meghan is extremely xenophobic and she is homophobic.

She is said to have mocked María, the nanny to the Cambridge children, who is Spanish. My contact on this said that Meghan would use racist accents around María, said that the Cambridge children would end up drug addicts in Mexico, asked María where were her Cubans, when was she going to go marry a billionaire like her Latina sisters do and that being a nanny was the only work María could get, said she would get her deported if she didn’t do what she wanted too, and also would ask her if she was a lesbian and barren to not be married. María de Butch was another nickname.

There was an incident with other foreign staff. There is a staffer of Russian descent that Meghan kept calling the Communist, asking for them to get her vodka and if they’d do a Revolution in England like they did in Russia. Another staffer was of Ghanaian descent and Meghan apparently kept making them repeat everything they said, criticising their English, saying how bad their hair was, that they were nothing compared to her and constantly called them a fat animal, asked if they knew Tarzan.

The homophobic stuff I have heard stunned me. Firstly she would belittle Harry calling him a f*g, fairy, f*ggot, flower, fruity idiot, homo, sissy etc. even in front of friends, and then laughed at him. She was horrible from what I’ve heard, and would even use slurs towards Markus too. She gets worse when drunk. She tried to get some work off of a friend of mine, and literally had a tantrum when my friend refused to gift it and called him every name under the sun.

A aristocratic connection of mine swears that Meghan said repeatedly that George and Louis were nothing but “little fags, dressing like girls, dancing around” and that Charlotte would be “that dyke on horses” when older. She did the same about Louise and James, but Louise more so calling her an ugly looking dumb lesbian.

Some called her out on that and she spun it back at them. The people around her at those times, some a few times after Archie being born, said that when Meghan was asked “what do you think if it was Archie you were being homophobic about” but Meghan just laughed saying that there would be no way her little boy would ever be some little homo, she was raising him right and good.

Jason did not like working with her. He only did it because of his contract to them. Believe me, he knew exactly how traumatised and broken the Sussex staffers were afterwards. It’s another reason why William hates her, he is very pro LGBTQ+.

[tkblythofficial]

that clip of R & KC omg she's so DAMN PRETTY ITS SO UNREAL 😭😍😍 her top is so cute and that necklace wow, also tan is doing her wonders... KC is kinda cute too but R is the only one I could focus on... or maybe im just vv gay

im the 🇨🇺💁🏾‍♀️ anon btw if y'all thirst over white men (love tom jk jk) imma be thirsty for a pretty latina babe

“KC is kinda cute”

Everything else you said is valid though LOL

R looks beautiful :)

[loveallthegays]

Sebastian Croft (Heartstopper), Tanner Buchanan (Cobra Kai), Guz Khan (Our Flag Means Death) and Charithra Chandran (Bridgerton) are working on a Prime Video Original Film, and Kit Connor (Heartstopper) and Maia Reficco (PLL Original Sin) are working on a seperate movie (many people speculate that it's something to do with Marvel), all of them are in York, England

Interesting info from you and a couple other anons, I'm still curious what the movie sebastian is in will be about. We did just get the info on Kit's movie and it's not marvel but a movie based on a book called "A Cuban Girl's Guide To Tea And Tomorrow".

[fa-by]

Hi Faby I have a question L said that she knew she was queer when she fell in love with her best friend when she was 15 and that her and L started to have a physical connection when she was 15 and I know everyone says that she was talking about C because L met C for the first time when she was still 15 but to me that doesn't make sense because L and C only started to get closer after L turned 16 and her and C basically just met so how could she be talking about C?

Hi to you, dear Anon 👋🏼😄 I know it doesn’t seem to make sense because the narrative’s goal is to confuse you and get you on their side by making you abandon the ship. You have to pay attention to the details and what they say because there are always flaws in the stories that our Camren are forced to tell. But don’t worry, I’m here. I’ve already talked about it many times, but I’ll explain it again to make you understand better and answer your ask at the same time.

So. During Becky G’s ‘En La Sala’ podcast (October 28, 2020), Lauren said she realized she was queer because she fell in love with her best friend when she was 15 and they started having a physical relationship. She forced herself to think that kissing and sleeping with her friend every once in a while was just a funny thing and nothing important; something that she has ‘normalized’ in her head by justifying it as something that ‘straight girls do’, and therefore fueling her internalized homophobia. Personally speaking, I believe in this. Not in the ‘she fell in love’ part because Laur’s still forced to say that the only girl she has ever loved is Lucy, but I believe Lauren and Lucy really did everything L said. Lucy was the first real unlock thanks to which Laur experienced the attraction and the feelings towards the girls she’d always felt and hidden deep inside herself. I firmly believe that Lucy was the first girl among her crushes on girls Laur acted on, and with whom she experimented in secret given the environment in which they both grew up and which still surrounded them at the time.

Now, the time frame in which this experimentation happened. Paul Martinez, the one she believed was her first love and whom she believed she would marry, broke up with her in late July 2011, and she only managed to move on when she wrote a song about how she felt on September 17th of that same year. Lucy moved back to Puerto Rico in February 2012, returning to visit Miami occasionally (that’s why the fetus pictures with Lucy and Camren at Laur’s house). Therefore, the time frame in which that experimentation happened, is from the end of September 2011 to February 2012. It could’ve happened in all those four months, or only in two, or only in one. Who knows. But that’s the time frame. Time frame during which Laur was 15 years old.

Having explained this, let’s move on. Camren first met during the first phase of the audition, the ‘cattle call’, on May 1, 2012, in Greensboro, North Carolina. You know? Where that short and really cute conversation started by Mila happened: “Hi, I like your shirt”, “Thanks. I like your jacket”. But it ended up there because they didn’t become friends from that day. They didn’t exchange phone numbers and they therefore didn’t even spend time together at home in Miami. They were still just two strangers who had auditioned for a TV show to pursue their dreams like so many other people. Oh and, on May 1, 2012, Laur was still 15, and Mila had turned since almost two months; therefore they were both 15 years old. The moment they became friends by no longer detaching one from the hip of the other, was two months later, on July 25 in Miami, when they met for the first time for the first day of boot camp (L went to C: “You’re the Cuban girl!”). On July 25, 2012, Lauren had by then turned 16 for nearly a month, and Camila was still 15.

Now let’s move on to the biggest miscalculated mistake that, either they made her say, or Laur herself said; perhaps even deliberately and not by mistake. On June 26, 2020, and therefore before the podcast with Becky, the PAPER Magazine article was released. In that article, Lauren explained, along with other things, that she’d been in love with her best friend for seven years. But the calculations don’t add up, for two things to be exact.

First thing: The Laucy narrative includes that A) Laur fell in love with her sure, Jan at 15 when they kissed and hooked up during parties.

P.S. Is it just me, or does this smell like what actually started happening to Camren the following year? I mean, the Like Friends Do situation whereby Laur got out of her internalized homophobia and realized she loved her and then got her head out of her ass by finally going to get her girl? No? Just me?

B) The wanting but not being able to be with her and giving her what she wanted made them grew apart not by her choice and not because Lucy returned to live in Puerto Rico and they simply grew apart for the distance and Lauren’s busy schedule with 5H, no, no.

P.S. I don’t know about you, but this still smells like Camren’s story to me.

C) Lucy returned to her life after she had a car accident on May 17, 2015:

“She came back into my life when I was 18. I was on tour and I was in my room in a hotel somewhere and she called me”. From that moment on, Lauren decided they would’ve been together “all in” and “now we’re gonna be in this relationship”. Yeah, sure. No contract that was supposed to help both of them involved here. No, no.

D) They broke up because Laur confirmed that theirs was a very toxic relationship, and the specific reason she gave was because they both weren’t fully healed from the past yet, but that they still loved each other very much. Mmmh-hmm, okay 🥱😴 Yeah, no, yeah, sorry. I fell asleep as a result of hearing bullshit.

Second thing: Ty.

Shall we reveal the miscalculation (again)? In love with her at 15, got together with her at 18 and broke up at 20 (1 year and 8 months, from mid-May 2015 to mid-January 2017), and after less than a month, start of another PR dating Ty. Now, 20 minus 15 (Laur’s two ages from the beginning to the end of the ‘story’), how much is it? 5. Shall we calculate from the moment of Laucy experiment to when they ‘broke up’? From late September 2011 to mid January 2017, how many years are? 5! 5 years and four months to be exact. According to the logic of the narrative, if she was oh so in love with Ty as they made her proclaim every two seconds, it means that she’d stopped loving Lucy that same year, and it’s not 7 years anyway! It’s still 5! Do we want to try with two last calculations? Okay. Also because you may have wondered: “Faby, what if we instead calculated from when ‘they got together’ to the release of that PAPER Magazine article?”. I’d answer that it’s still 5 years. From mid-May 2015 to June 25, 2020, it’s 5 years and 1 month to be exact. “Faby, what if we tried to calculate from the beginning to the publication of the article?” From the end of September 2011 (beginning of the time frame of the Laucy experimentation) to the publication of the article on 25 June 2020, it’s 8 years and 9 months to be precise. Not even in this case it’s 7! So, as you can see… And at this point I wonder: is there an alternate world where math calculations lead to 7 and not 5 here? What was that? Why say 7? Well.. I actually know why.

Shall we play another little math game? Can I reveal the truth in the lie? Let’s try to make sense of this 7 together now.

Lauren explained that she’d been in love with her best friend for 7 years in that interview, right? The interview with PAPER Magazine came out on June 26, 2020, but was done before the date it was released. We all know Laur was born on the 27th, and therefore in both cases, Laur was 23. And tell me, dear, how much is 23 minus 7? Sorry, I can’t hear your answer. A little louder please? Got it, got it. Can I also write it for everyone else who’s reading? Okay, thanks: 16. Wait, 16??? So who was Lauren actually talking about? Ohhh. How foolish of me. That’s why it ‘smelled like what actually started happening to Camren the following year’ to me. Because Laur was talking about Camila all along 🤦🏻‍♀️

🤣😏😎

Sarcasm and jokes aside, do you see how easy it is to manipulate and confuse people's ideas? It's still 7 years if we calculate from mid-January 2013 (after the first real New Year's kiss and the signing of the contracts with Syco/Epic) to the release of that PAPER Magazine article on June 25, 2020. And it's still 7 years even if we calculate from July 25, 2012 (first day of boot camp) to June 25, 2020. Camila is the answer to the 7 years because even if they try to make Laur modify the narrative by making her change the names with the PRs' ones, she's always talking about Mila anyway in reality.

Does it make more sense now, dear? I hope I’ve taken away all your doubts 🥰 Stay safe and have a good day 🤗 You guys too ❤

[stuckinapatriarchalbullshitland]

To me that's her work related people and vacation. I understan her parents not going but not even ber sister or friends who aint even Cuban? How much should we bet a song and music video from Cuba can be in the making? That would be nice. And what if it's a part two Lauren side of the story to Havana? 🤠 I am a dreamer so let me dream lol. But it's could be a possibility. Even if it's not Havana part two the currant situation in Cuba song. 🤔

Never underestimate the possibilities, anon. With our girls everything is possible and if it has to do with work then it is something that we will see eventually. I loved what you said about Havana tho

[aesthbaby]

Ghost

Summary: Do you remember the episode Demonology where we learned of Emily’s past? What if I told you, you were apart of it. After years of silence on her end, you end up meeting her again.

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader

Prompt: here

Warnings: Cursing | Sadness | Typos

Word Count:

Masterlist

An: Dedicated to my hundredth follower. Ahhhh I'm too hype about this! I also made a slight change to the prompt but everything else is the same :)  Anon, I hope you enjoy.

Indignation

The screaming crawls up the walls of her oversized, child hood home to shake her ear drums. The thunder only adds fuel to the fire that is the rage possessed by both Prentiss’ as they continue their screaming match.

“Don’t you dare walk away when I’m talking to you!” Elizabeth’s voice matches the rain. The way she stomps behind her daughter looks almost comical.

“Back off mother.” She mumbles this more to herself than her mother.

She stops walking, planting her feet firmly on the Brazilian Chestnut flooring. “I will not ask you again.” She comes to a stop, takes a breath, and slowly turns to her mother. Not meeting her eyes, of course, because it’d hurt too much to see the hate in her eyes. “Look at me.” The mother growls. She slowly moves to meet her mothers eyes and finds nothing but rage there; energy matched to the thunder and rain outside. “You will not see that-” The derogatory term gets caught up in her throat.

Taking a step towards the elder, “What?” Daring to ask the question to which she already knows the answer. “What do you want to say mother?” Her jaw tightens, a sign that Emily knows all too well. “Spit it out.” Its taking everything in her not to raise her voice again and spew the word out for her mother.

Elizabeth takes a breath of her own before replying. “You are not to see that girl again or so help me, I will make sure she goes back to where she came from.” Before Emily could object, she speaks again. “That is final Emily.” Her voice holds strong, and suddenly the storm ceases its assault. 

All is quiet in the Prentiss house yet the tension remains; so thick that you could cut it with a knife.

Disregard

The next morning you arrive to school earlier than usual, but for good reason. Some random college hoodie wrapped loosely around your torso and a dainty neck tucked under it. Your school uniform has never fit you quite right because of how late in the year you transferred, you know...left overs. Phone is going absolutely crazy in your shirt pocket but now isn't the time, you’re looking for somebody. You’re looking for her. Mr. Ricci’s voice can be heard on your left, telling a group of guys its time for class. Emily...where the hell are you?

As the day progresses you still see no sign of the brunette until now. “Emily!” Running up to her you deliver a swift punch to her shoulder. “Where the hell have you been?” When her eyes meet yours they puffy, like she’s been crying. “Em- I-”

“First of all, ouch. Secondly, I can’t right now.” She turns to walk off with her lunch in hand, but you quickly pull her back by her elbow.

“You ‘can’t’ right now? What the hell is wrong with you?” Its taking everything in you not to become overtly emotional. “And where have you been?”

“Y/n I’m sorry but I really can’t right now.” She pulls away from your grip. Leaving you more confused than before.

You scuff at her wording. “You never calls me by my first name...” Its always been her thing, starting with a joke about how she has another friend by the same name as you so she had to call you something else. The next day was the same, avoiding you at all costs.

But it didn’t stop there.

It felt as though you were left on a physical manifestation of ‘read.’ Her name with the red heart emoji attached, did not pop up on your phone for what seemed to be months but in reality it had only been a few weeks. If she were to simply pick up the phone you would have been able to tell her about your unforeseen departure time. Due to sudden changes in international studies, you had to leave and the academy needed their student back. The one of which you exchange places with in January. Tears spring to your eyes at the thought of leaving. Not only are you leaving her, but also leaving this city you got to call home.

Sunny days always seem to appear at the wrong time, your departure day. She’s not here to see you off, hasn’t been around for a while. Can you really blame her? She doesn’t even know you’re leaving because she wont pick up the fucking phone. It doesn’t matter anymore, your time is up and so is her’s. A line of black and white kittens sprint across the cobblestone streets and that right there is what makes you break down in tears. Seeing the delicate kittens run after a mouse while tripping over their own feet. Random yellow flowers peaking through the stone which you’ve never known the actual name of. That one girl in Chem that would bake cookies for the class on Fridays. Your host dad taking you to his favorite café that served an increasing number of Cuban smokers. Going to eat gelato after homeroom with that one guy who would always make Golden Girls references. Then there was Emily, the girl that gave you a dainty gold necklace for valentines day. The girl that got a random jock to stop harassing you. The person whose lap you’d lay in on Saturday mornings at the park, is the same person who randomly started to ignore you. Maybe you could have fixed things with her if you had more time. You were supposed  to have until June but suddenly everything shifted and all you were told is that you needed to come home, promptly. You couldn’t wait for her any longer, not even sure why you thought she’d come in the first place. Casting one last glance over your shoulder before stepping into the buzzing airport.

At least meet me half way.

Hereafter

"I don’t think so.” You laugh at your friend’s proposition to set you up on a blind date. “I am absolutely content with the way I choose to live my life.” Shifting a bit on the new couch that hasn’t been broken in, resulting in the stiff cushions.

He lets out this weird scuffing noise. “No you’re not. Remember last weekend when we tried to pull an all-nighter but your sleep deprived brain betrayed you?” At your nonchalant shrug, he continues. “You started rambling about just wanting to find some well educated, fun loving, female in this world full of bureaucratic straight men. Your words, not mine.” You throw a pillow at him but he swiftly doges it. “But you couldn’t have said it better.” These recent years have been a series of unfortunate dates that have ended in you lying about having to leave early for something.

“Don’t you have a girlfriend you should be getting home to?”

“Not tonight, I’m all yours. Apparently she has her knitting circle tonight.”

“That's what you get for dating an older woman.” 

“Its a five year age difference! What is wrong with you people?”

You hold your hands up in defense. “Nothing, as long as you’re both legal and she’s good to you, its fine by me.”

“Shut up!” He screeches. “Oh shit, don’t you have a meeting in the morning?”

“Yes sir.” He stands to take your glasses and plates in the kitchen but you object. “Leave it,” At his confused expression, you continue. “Cleaning helps me relax so I figured I’ll wake up early so I can do that and reduce my stress levels by at least ten percent.”

“Dude, you’re seriously weird.”

“Say another bad thing about me and I'm sending you home.”

Throwing him a few pillows from the hallway closet and a comforter just for him to scream, “Its too hot in this cottage core apartment!”

Its not even cottage core themed?? Its just cozy with a plant or two. Am I expected to live in an ice cold home? I feel like he’s just saying this because I’m gay.

Your prepared outfit hands on the back of your bedroom door, mocking you. Making you reconsider the entire thing and simply not go but it feels as though you’d regret it if you didn’t. Maybe not, who knows?

And with that as your final though, you drift off to sleep.

You wake at the amazing time of 6 A.M to see your guest gone with a note on the couch:

I cleaned up the mess from last night and I also did the dishes in your sink. Not sure how u slept through all of that...I made a fruit salad for ur breakfast and a normal one for lunch.

Good luck with your meeting!

And one of those old fashioned emoticons at the bottom corner. Idiot.

You eat the food he left from the fridge, brush your teeth with the news playing in the background, and continue on with the normal morning routine.

Gathering your lunch and the little items you feel like you’d need, phone, charger, paper work, and keys; you know, the works. Finally heading out to your destination with nothing but ambition, you run into a slight problem. 

Overlapping breakfast with an old friend of yours. “Hey, babe, I am so sorr-”

“Absolutely not, I don’t want to hear your excuses.” The positive voice rings through the phone like velvet sheets after a cold shower. “You missed our reservation!” Have to admit hearing them whine is pretty entertaining. “You had one job. One!” You guys met some years ago over some random online forum, arguing over some random movie. You don’t talk as much as you’d like but breakfast is always on the menu--mostly in February.

“Quick question, am I allowed to apologize?”

There’s a beat of silence on the other end, “Yes you may, but only in fruit baskets and coffee.”

“I got you, next time though. I’m on my way to something right now.”

“Something...” In comes the teasing undertone. “Does this ‘something’ have a name?”

Bursting into a fit of laughter at what is implied and replying, “Definitely not, its a work thing.”

“Speaking of work, I have to go. Ciao!”

Just in time to end the call, you pull into the designated parking deck from the email. Going through all of the security procedures was hell but blatantly necessary; the rest was gravy. Floating through the rest of the building gave you a slightly stressful feel because of all the men walking around with perfect suits and casting no glances your direction. When the glass doors labeled BAU appear, you take a deep breath and walk in with confidence. Taking in the buzzing sound of agents at work all around you. Agent Hotcher’s office is glaringly obvious: higher up than the rest, perfect overview of the hive, and in direct eye sight of the entryway doors.

Delivering a swift knock to the office door you hear a faint invitation from the inside. Walking in with a smile and straight back you are greeted with a man in a dark navy blue suit and a stoic look to attached to him. It first starts with the small talk of your experience, early life, skill sets, and what not.

“Agent Hotchner, might I speak out of line for a moment.” He gives you a skeptical look before nodding. “I understand the nature of this meeting but I am not completely sure why it was conducted.” His furrowed brown is not a good sign, making you correct your structure a bit. “Right, well,” God his stare is fucking intense. “What I mean to ask is, why am I here?”

That was bold.

“Agent, are you not aware that this is a Career Analysis Assessment?” As it slowly sinks in an O-shape forms with your mouth. Now you feel like a complete idiot in front of this prestigious, tight suited, man. “You were unaware? Its fine if you were,” You let out a sigh at the confirmation. “I have a tendency to write my emails with an excessive amount of four syllable words so one could see where the confusion originated.” You let out a nervous laugh at the realization that this is basically a job interview.

“I see that you’ve spent time studying abroad.” Indicated by the recommendations from your Italian Psychology teacher. “Why not join the CIA?”

“Dare I say, they make me nervous?” He cracks a small, very subtle, smile at the admission.

“What made you want to leave Human Resources?”

“I got tired of analyzing decisions with nothing but dead bodies and messy crimes and having my primal focus be the agents and not the victims or perpetrators. Using what I’ve learned as material for agents in training when I could have prevented it from happening.”

“Well said, but I need to be completely transparent with you.” This can’t be good. “I will admit that I have serious reservations about adding a Human Resources officer to my team.”

Shit let me stop him before this spirals. He thinks I’m a spy. “Sir, with all do respect, I have no intentions of being a bureaucratic spy. I’d also like to point out that I wasn’t that high on the HR totem pole to the point where I had an explicit say on what happens to agents, who is hire, fired, or how they’re trained. I analyzed and compromised while expressing my findings to an unbiased extent. If I wanted to be a spy I would have joined the CIA.” Besides, Head Quarter’s is the one that does all of that internal investigation stuff, not HR.

He doesn’t say anything or make any sudden movements for a good minute. I fucked up. That spy line was too far. “I’d like to offer you a position on this team, so long as you can start immediately.”

“Yes, of course I can! I don’t have much office supplies besides a pen or two and-”

“Its fine,” He stands from his seat and straightens the dark blazer. “I’ll have one of my agents show you around.”

From across the bullpen you spot a familiar blonde. “Oh my god!” The file in her hand falls to the floor. “Its you!” She practically squeals.

“Penelope, I didn’t know you work here.” You give your old friend a tight, unapologetic hug. She said she worked as a tech analysis but you always assumed it was for an activism group or a tech firm, not the FBI out of all things. Despite having such interesting jobs, you never talk about work with each other. She knows you work for the government but not which. Although knowing how good she is at uncovering people’s secrets, there’s a good chance she already knew you work for the FBI too.

“What are you doing here? Like physically here. I thought you were in Florida.”

“I have to get back, can you take care of Agent Y/L/N for me?” Hotchner says before rushing off without an answer.

And there she goes with the snooping. “Actually, I left the Florida office and went to California.”

“Oh.” Her face twists a bit. “And now you’re here?”

“I thought you were the woman behind the curtains, the all knowing.”

“And wonderful!” She points with her perfectly painted finger.

In comes a slim man with a messenger back, making a click in your mind. “Now where have I seen him before...” Turning slightly to follow his trail.

“That’s our resident genius Dr. Spencer Reid.”

Unbelievable. “He’s twelve.” The young agent’s head snaps toward you and Penelope, “Does he have super human hearing too?” She introduces you to the Doctor who is, as expected, socially awkward in many ways. A man named David Rossi of whom you’ve met at least once during a few Bureau seminars; last you heard he had rejoined the BAU after retirement. Jennifer Jareau is gorgeous with a nurturing nature about her, she immediately recognizes your name from exchanged paperwork but that’s about it. The introductions are brief, everyone seems to be busy with their own things. “Penelope your team is kind of small.” You quietly mention to her.

“Oh!” Guess the realization that two people are missing, finally clicks in her head. She starts walking in the direction of a staircase so you automatically follow her. “This is Derek Morgan.” Standing in front of a round table is a tall man with a really toned body. “Derek, this is Agent Y/n L/n from Human Resources.” His eyebrow arches up in suspicion.

“Oh no I’m not here for anything bad, I’ve actual been transferred into the BAU. Working behind a desk and watching as others do the work I can’t, wasn’t working out for me.” Definitely won’t trust me until I save his life or something. “I’ve heard of you, one of the Academy trainers has shown a few videos of you.” He smirks at the implied compliment and finally holds his hand out for you to shake.

“Where’s...” Pen trails while looking around.

“Oh she’s getting coffee.” The darker man points behind himself.

“Who’s getting coffee?”

Reconciliation

Maybe we wouldn’t be so short handed if they sprung for better coffee. Emily thought to herself while stirring the flavorless, dark liquid. What if they attach a coffee shop to the building? Imagine how much money the shop would make off of overworked agents. But then I feel like we’d start developing a true addiction to this stuff. Her thoughts are interrupted by the approach of foot steps. She meets Derek’s figure and smiles at the resident goofball of the BAU. Followed by Penelope’s pink centralized outfit with feathers. Then there’s you, just as beautiful as the last time you saw each other. If not more. Your hair shines amongst the florescent lights, paired with the perfectly tailored outfit and jewelry. The same eyes that would brighten her day as they met. An almost unnoticeable bounce in you walk, same as it were years ago. As you step towards her there is a flash of gold on your wrist that sends a ping to Emily’s heart, its the necklace I gave you in high school.

Intersect

You would have know about Emily’s transfer here from a few years ago, had her paperwork gone through the HR department but apparently it went straight to the top because this is definitely a surprise. Once you realize its actually her you stop dead in your tracks. Can’t be.

“Y/n,” She stutters out your name in disbelief. “What are you doing here?”

“Emily, I work here.” Ripping the band-aid off like this is an every day encounter; seeing your unofficial ex who you were never actually with in the first place but had the same characteristics as a high school couple. Yeah...that.

She also blurted out a ‘no you don’t’ before Garcia interrupted. “How do you two know each other?”

You both snapped your heads to her simultaneously. “We don’t.” Also said that part at the same time.

“Right.” She drags. “I’m sensing some unresolved tension...”

“What are-” Em tries to object.

“So we’re going to go.” The tech analysis grabs the sleeve of the darker man and practically sprints off in the opposite direction. Morgan having a dumbfounded look on his face.

It feels like you’re at a stalemate, who will make the first move. What will the emotions be? Are they going to fly? Because I’d like to throw a few verbal punches her way. Who does that to someone? I thought I was over it but clearly the wound is still open. Great now watch her blame me for X, Y, and Z,

“I’ve missed you.” She barely whispers, sounding a bit broken yet insincere. Its like she’s detaching herself from the narrative. So unexpected that you almost think you’re imagining this. Why would she say that? This is not the Emily you remember.

Anger bubbles up in your throat ready to unleash upon her entirety. Instead of bursting into flames right on the spot, in the middle of your new place of employment you take a deep breath. Words of disbelief  dance on your lips before speaking. “You did not.” She tilts her head like a curious puppy. Who am I even talking to?

“What do you mean?” And just like that she’s whisked away by a guy in a suit of whom you do not recognize. Your jaw clinches in a desperate attempt to keep your cool, wondering what the hell is going on.

Realization

Besides the surprise of seeing Emily, your first day went great. Everyone kept checking up on you and you couldn’t tell if it was because they were trying to be friendly, excited to have a new teammate, or nervous of your background. “She used to work for the FBI Human Resources Branch.” You heard the skinny one tell Morgan when they thought you weren’t listening.

JJ and Penelope invited you out for drinks but all you really wanted to do was lay in your bed with a face mask and a bag of chips. Waving a farewell to the blonde women and head to your car, but a few feet away you feel a presence. You quickly loop around in search of the energy with your hand on the top of your gun. “Woah woah.” Emily holds her hands up in surrender.

At the realization of who it is you take a breath and clip your gun back in place. You give her a “what the hell look” before straightening your outfit.

“Were you going to shoot me?”

She’s met with wide eyes from your end. “Maybe?! Who sneaks up on someone with a gun?”

“I didn’t ‘sneak’ up on you.”

“Emily, you wear all black and walk like a feather. What were you expecting?” The buried anger is starting showing through.

“Okay,” She does a weird hand movement that kind of looks like she’s trying to calm you down. “I’m sorry. I just thought we could talk.”

“Talk...” You’re not really following.

“Yes, I’d like to talk.”

“Emily what are you asking? I’m lost.”

She take a moment to figure it out before answering. “For a second chance, I’m asking for another shot.”

You uncross your arms at the admission, letting them lazily fall beside you. “Em- I-” She can’t be asking what I think she is. “Its been years. More than a decade has passed since-” The words suddenly die on your lips

“I know,” And it looks like there’s a slight glimmer in her eyes, implying the presence of suppressed tears. “I’d just like to explain.”

“Explain?” You bite, tasting the bitter flavor of annoyance.

“Yes, I at least owe you that.”

And that’s how you ended up here, with her. In a cozy, minimalistic loft at nine in the afternoon with a coffee table separating the two of you.

“I’m sorry.” Was the first thing to break the silence, and this time it actually sounded sincere. “If I could have explained everything to you back then, I would have.”

You lean forward, closer to her and push the rather large vase off to the side so she has to be vulnerable with you. Nothing to help her hide from herself. At her confused face you lean back in your seat and nod for her to continue.

“My mother was always a difficult woman and although she has gotten better over the years, things were at their worst when she found out how much time I had been spending with you.” The brunette takes a minute before admitting the next part. “She was responsible for your early departure. I tried to stop her, give you more time but she’s relentless.” She waits for your reaction but when met with nothing, she continues. “She threatened me by putting our connection on the line, which in retrospect I now realize was impossible to save. She had already made calls to get you out of the country by the time I could sever what we had. I never wanted to hurt you or end what we shared.”

“And what did we share, Emily?”

Her tongue darts from between her lips, doing that weird little biting thing she’s always done since we’ve known each other. It sparks something in you that you haven't felt in a while. “I think you know. The fact that you still wear the necklace I gave you, bracelet, means you never really forgot.”

“I liked it where I could see it, but Em you could have called, texted even.” 

“I couldn’t I was scared. Then after you left I started to distance myself from everyone and everything was really going downhill.”

“How so?”

“I got mixed up with peer pressure and boys.” This doesn’t sound good. “At one point I did anything I could to fit in.”

“What does that mean?” There’s a moment when a tear wells up on one of her eyes, but not dropping. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“I-” She tries to speak but nothing comes out. “I couldn’t tell my mother and the church wasn’t happy with my actions.” It suddenly dawns on you, like a smack in the face. You want to make her stop and just hold her but this needs to come out. “I couldn’t call you because it would hurt too much. I hated myself at that moment more than I ever have.”

“And you haven’t dated since?”

She sniffles and lets out a little laugh at that. “God no, I’ve dated people but I haven't dated another female since. It felt wrong, like I was replacing you or something.”

“You owe me nothing. You were just trying to protect me and I see that now.”

“I knew better, its been so long and when I heard you joined the academy I-”

“Wait, you knew and didn’t say anything?”

“Y/n I couldn’t bring myself to do anything other that attempt to move on.” Silence fills the room and its not the comforting kind. Its the tense, I need to do something, kind.

“Do you feel anything?” You dare to ask.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. Were your feelings lost in transit?”

“They froze the day you left, and thawed the day I saw you again. Today.”

“So its not over.”

She appears to contemplate your statement. “No, its not over. We have a chance to start over.”

What now?

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My fucking idiot

Diego Hargreeves x reader

Summary: Five definitely fucked up somehow, thanks to that you were alone for a long time until you found Diego again, and now you had to go save his ass.

A/N: This was so fun to write! I genuinely loved this concept so so much so thanks anon!

Warnings: cursing, mentions of stalking, slight spiciness towards the end.

“What a fucking idiot.” You laughed as your coworker read a newspaper story about some guy that ended up in a mental hospital and had tried to break out several times. “So why did they take him in anyways?”

“Oh, he was rambling to everyone on the street about the president getting killed or something.” You instantly lifted your head from the cereal boxes you were holding. Could it be? You had landed alone and you didn’t know where the others were, but the only ones who knew JFK would die were those who came from the future, meaning Diego, his siblings, and you.

A wave of excitement came over your body as you thought about seeing a familiar face. “Can I see that?” He handed the newspaper and you almost dropped it. There he was, his hair and beard way longer than what you remembered but it was still him, the love of your life was staring back at you with that murderous look of his, and you knew exactly where to find him.

You took your apron off and ran out of the store. “Y/N what’s wrong?!” Your coworker screamed at you.

“That’s my fucking idiot!” You yelled back with tears streaming down your face.

You hadn’t expected to see him any time soon, in fact you thought you would never see him again but how could you not know the moment you heard that? Who else would try to stop the president from getting killed? Certainly not Klaus or Vanya.

You smiled to yourself at the thought of finding everyone, you missed them all, but the first stop was your boyfriend.

You had met Diego during one of his vigilante nights. You worked as a waitress at a bar which was pretty cool actually, you often had to endure catcalls but the payment was enough for your needs.

There was a problem though, your neighborhood was terribly dangerous, especially at the end of your shift, so that one night you were headed for your apartment, bag clutched under your arm when you noticed someone was following you. You started walking faster until you thought you lost them, but when you looked back there was a man pinned to the wall with some knives and another one punching him in the face. He ended up walking you home, and started doing so every night until one time he asked you out and you couldn’t say no, you fell for him the moment you saw him standing there with his funny looking suit and his angry eyes.

And of course, his ability with knives was quite... appealing, to say the least.

And so, after living together for a while he asked you to come with him to his dad’s funeral, which ended on you trying to stop the apocalypse with no special gifts or powers, which in turn ended up with you landing on an alley in 1962, completely alone.

As you stood by the doors of the asylum you thought of how much you’d love to have Allison’s rumor sometimes, at least with that you wouldn’t have to convince any guards of letting you in.

Or maybe you could use a different strategy...

You smiled mischievously as a young nervous nurse passed by your side, a rookie. “Perfect” you thought to yourself.

“Hey could you help me? I think I’m lost.” You gave her your most innocent look right before punching her on the jaw, just like Diego had taught you to.

You dragged her to an empty alley and stared at her angelic face, poor naïve little thing. You stripped, switching clothes with her and hiding her behind an old mattress before walking towards the hospital again, this time with a lot more confidence and an ID on your hand.

Doris it read. “Wish me luck, Doris.” You whispered to it as you were about to reach the gate. You might not have been Allison but you were a great liar, you just hoped that was enough to get you to your boyfriend.

Except, no one was there, there were no guards around and a loud siren started sounding along with gunshots. Gunshots? Shit. You started climbing the gates with the useless, uncomfortable nurse uniform, ripping the skirt and staining it with rust from the aged cold metal you were climbing.

You sighed when you reached the top worriedly looking at the silhouettes of some men with big ass shotguns. “No!” You screamed as you fell from the scare of more gunshots. Thankfully, you fell on top of mud, which stained you whole but prevented you from breaking your spine. You stood quickly and started running to where you saw the men in the windows because you just fucking knew if you found trouble, you would find Diego.

And you were right.

You had no idea of where you were, you had just ran underground behind some armed guards, but when you were finally able to catch up with them, they were gone, and instead you found him.

“Diego?” He turned around instantly at the sound of your voice, and ran towards you with tears in his eyes as soon as he saw you. You jumped on him and hugged him like never before, not giving three fucks about your makeup staining his white shirt or your skirt lifting over your butt.

“What are you doing here?” He exclaimed, not letting go of your form.

“I’m saving you, you dumbass!” You laughed as he set you down and placed his hands on your cheeks, as if he wanted to check if you were real.

“I hate to ruin this but we still have to run if we wish to live.” Said a girl with a british accent that you hadn’t noticed before.

“Who are you?” You asked as you took Diego’s hand and started following her.

“I’m Lila, and I believe you’re famous Y/N.” She gave you a wide smile that scared you a bit, you’d ask Diego about the fact that you were seemingly breaking out a crazy lady from the sanatory when you were alone.

After running for quite a while, Lila stole a car for you which finally gave you some space to talk things through.

“So how’d you find me?” He asked with genuine curiosity, the poor thing had no idea.

“Your face is on every newspaper baby, they’re calling you a cuban exile with hallucinations.”

“Cuban?” He seemed more offended by the nationality change than the other accusations, which you found a bit silly, if you were being honest.

“How long were you in there?” You worriedly ran your hands through his now shoulder length hair.

“A month or so, he caused quite some chaos, you know? That’s a wild one you got there girl.” Lila answered for him making you laugh, you were starting to take a liking to the strange woman.

“You look so damn hot on that uniform.” He mouthed to you so Lila wouldn’t notice his dirty talk.

“Wait till you see what’s underneath.” You mouthed back winking at him and smiling as he raised his eyebrows.

You took his hand and rubbed circles on it, knowing everything would be fine now that you were together.