#let them be in a too dramatic mexican soap opera

[apenapaperandadoofus]

Can i request the RFA with a mexican MC?

Hellou! Aight so I'mma make it a bit more general latinx MC bc I am not mexican BUT I am a latina pft so yeah! Also should I add the minor trio and maybe Rika on another post? 👀

(psttt also if you're into BNHA @cafedanslanuit made an awesome hc post about the BNHA boys with a latinx MC if you want to check it out: x

RFA members with a Latinx MC:

Zen:

This man absolutely loves the MUSIC

Salsa? Merengue? Rumba, Samba, Bachata, THE CHA CHA CHA!?

He is an absolute BEAST he seriously loves all the dances and he has some friggin HIP MOVES.

Honestly you're kinda jealous he dances better than you

Some days while you're cooking or just chilling at home, you'll put up your favorite music, and soon enough you'll be swaying to the rythm of the beat, swaying your hips and signing along to the music

Zen will come back from work and find you dancing, so he'll come up behind you and wrap his arms around your hips, the two of you dancing together

At one point he'll probably try to sing but absolutely butcher the words too lmao

Yoosung:

The first time you met for a date, you actually broke the poor boy

He was NOT expecting the kiss on the cheek, he wasn't prepared!!!

Especially since Korea saves the whole touchy feely things for people that are either family or couples, usually they aren't really ones to come and hug their friends or kiss their cheek to say hello as a greeting

Meanwhile, in your culture if you don't do it you get a glare from your mother and probably a chancla beating for being rude AKSJSNSJS (been there too many times 😅💀)

After you start dating though he absolutely loves it. He didn't realize how much he loved being hugged or kissed until he met you!

He finds it pretty funny whenever you get mad and go on a swearing spree, especially when you hit your foot or elbow against something. You just start yelling and curing their mother, their father and their children, and he just loves you so much, it's weird, but he loves it.

Btw, COOKING TRADITIONAL LATIN FOOD AJSJSNSJSBS

At first it's an absolutely mess but he soon gets the hang of it

Jaehee:

MORE FOOOOD

Jaehee absolutely loves EVEYTHING about your culture, especially the food.

Whenever you are having a bad day she will cheer you up by making you your favorite foods!

On Christmas she makes a mix between korean and latin foods that you both enjoy, her favorite, of course are tamales! (Who doesn't love tamales, also they're a MUST for Christmas akkssnsn)

She also likes cooking you for breakfast gallo pinto (it's basically rice and beans but it's friggin delicious.)

Some of her favorite's are chalupas and chifrijo too!

listen you basically won the lottery with this woman, she is such a GOOD cook and she makes the most delicious food.

Sometimes you will find her in the kitchen trying to sign some of her favorite songs. She only knows the chorus but she definitely has the spirit!

Jumin:

One word:

Telenovelas

Listen, it's already been confirmed that Jumin has seen a few soap operas (and been influenced by them hence the kiss scene in his route ajsjsjsj)

Now k-dramas can be pretty dramatic.

BUT HAVE YOU SEEN THE SPANISH TELENOVELAS!?

Seriously if you get this man near them there's no telling what he'll do.

Our sweet and adorable Jumin can get influenced by Tv like that pretty easily, let's admit it, so at one point you may wake up and be in a spanish telenovela lmao

Honestly, when it all started, you were chilling at Jumin's place, ironically watching (but actually who are we kidding, you were pretty invested) one of the stupidest telenovelas you had seen in a while. You loved making fun of the characters and watching as chaos unfolded. It eventually became a routine and every Thursday you'd sit on your couch and stream the new episode.

That day Jumin came home early, and he saw you watching TV. You kissed him to welcome him home, but kept your eyes on the dramatic 'cat fight' scene on the tv. Jumin got pretty curious about what you were watching, and so he sat beside you, watching the whole episode in silence.

Once it was done, you felt a bit shaken up by the cliffhanger, but then got up to make some dinner. However, before you could leave Jumin grabbed your hand making yoy raise an eyebrow, confused.

"Jumin? What's wrong?"

"....MC. Why are you leaving? The show hasn't ended yet, has it? We still don't know what happened to Emilio, and Maria still hasn't figured out that Elena tricked her into leaving. Not only that, the 'salon' is about to close down. Love, we have to keep watching to find out what happens."

You let out a laugh and squeezed your boyfriend's cheeks. "Jumin! I didn't know you got so into it. Well sadly, the next episode comes out until next week so we'll have to wait. I can record it though, and wait till you come home so we can maybe watch it together?"

Jumin nodded and you couldn't help but compare him to an excited child that had suddenly found their favorite TV show. Soon, every Thursday the two of you would cuddle in bed together and watch another episode of the soap opera. Jumin enjoyed those moments so much. Not only because he was focused on the story, but because he loved the way you would suddenly gasp or randomly curse at the screen whenever something happened

(ALSO C&R cat telenovela coming out when??? -pfttt poor Jaehee but I'm 100% convinced Jumin would do this lmao)

Saeyoung:

Ohhh boy

You should have never told him about every single leyend that you grew up with as a child.

One day you were sharing with the RFA about all the spooky ghost stories, since Jumin had been asking about a few of them.

Saeyoung came in, heard spooky ghost stories and was immediately sold. That night you told him about La Segua, La Llorona, El Cadejos and more.

The thing is, you were not prepared for the chaos you had suddenly unleashed upon the world.

The next day while Saeyoung played LOLOL with Yoosung, you heard him retelling one of his favorite leyends that you had told him.

La Segua. The story was about a woman that would appear before sunset, asking for help with directions. The thing is, as soon as you helped her and night came, she'd turn into a horse and kill you. (I know it's weird AKSKSJA but I remember being SO scared of this when I was a kid, honestly these legends are so freaking good lmao, everyone in primary school would just be scared of a lady with a horse head pfttttttt)

As soon as you heard him tell the story to Yoosung, you knew that he was planning something. And were you going to stop him? No :D

A few days later, you invited Yoosung out to eat. As the sun was setting you led him towards Saeyoung's home, and then while you walked you met up with a very beautiful lady asking for directions. Yoosung immediately said 'nope' and tried to get you to quickly run away, but you insisted on helping the poor woman. After calming down a very shaken Yoosung, you explained that La Segua was just a story, and that Saeyoung was poebably just trying to spook him when he told it to him. Yoosung calmed down and apologized to the lady, offering to help her go home.

Suddenly you ended up in a very deserted place, making Yoousng feel a bit uneasy. As Yoosung walked, he turned around to tell you something along the lines of 'fuck this, let's go back to Saeyoung's.' he found that there was nothing behind him. He looked around, trying to look for you, but you appeared to have suddnely vanished.

Yoosung felt his throat get dry as the woman's arm tightened around his, and he tried to look anywhere but beside him

"Yoosung~" the woman whispered.

He yelped as he slowly turned around to look at the woman.

And he found a horse head staring back at him.

Later both you and Saeyoung had to look for him for about an hour and a half, and you found him under a bridge, shaking.

Yoosung did not find it funny at all, and you tried to nag Saeyoung telling him that maybe you had taken it too far, but you both couldn't help but laugh.

Of course you made it up to him, Saeyoung got him very exclusive Lolol costumes for his avatars, and Yoosung, even though he developed a trauma for both women and horses, ended up forgiving him and totally forgetting about the incident.

So the next time Saeyoung told him about La Llorona and gave you a mischievous smirk, you prayed for poor and innocent Yoosung, who obviously hadn't learned his lesson.

(this also happened a few more times until you had to intervene bc by now Yoosung wouldn't even go outside pfttt)

Also a few years later, while at the RFA Halloween party, Yoosung got stuck on the top of a tree and wouldn't come down.

Why you may ask? Because as he was drinking some wine, he felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to find a big ass horse head staring back at him.

Rip Yoosung 😔✊

[bunk12bear]

I learned  it From The Pizza Man Chapter 3

After that, Lance ordering from the pizzeria became a regular occurrence.

Their little talks continued to lengthen as the weeks went by, much to the Chagrin of their friends. They discussed music (“ Beyonce is a goddess don't you dare insult her”), movies “ (I'm excited to see Moana, looks like the music's going to be great” “seriously, Lin-Manuel Miranda is a gift  from the musical theatre gods”) attractive celebrities( “any opportunity to see  Channing Tatum half-naked is an opportunity I'm going to take”), Pet peeves( Why would you clap at the end of a movie no one can hear you, it completely defeats the purpose of clapping) and more.

Lance had just started out as a very cute customer but now Keith was really starting to fall for him. Lance was funny, smart, kind, generous, ambitious and of course devastatingly handsome. Keith didn't know how much longer he could keep this up. Lance knew he was adopted but he had no idea that said adoption happened when he was already a teenager, Lance didn't know about the years in foster care. He knew Lance had a good heart but he was still terrified that he'd run the instant he knew the truth, he wouldn't be the first person to do so. For now, he just has to enjoy talking to Lance when he delivered his Pizza

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Lance was smitten, when he had left instructions to the pizza place it had been a joke He never could have imagined that would it would end up here Weeks Later with him Having a giant crush on them and they sent. Angelica Jackson tried to ask him out and he barely noticed because he was thinking about Keith and she was not only gorgeous with a great personality but probably the smartest person in his Statistics class. Beginning of the semester him would have been horrified that he let that opportunity slip. he had dreamed about Keith, dreamed about him, like some lovesick teenage girl but it couldn't help himself Keith was Just so amazing.

Of course, his friends had noticed and had delighted in ribbing him endlessly about his new crush.

“ Oh Keith you have such pretty eyes,” Pidge said one night flopping Onto the couch In a fake swoon worthy of a particularly cheesy soap opera

“ God even his voice is sexy” Hunk joined in sighing dramatically and fluttering his eyelashes.

“ Oh shut up you guys and hunk my man, you were even worse than this when you first met  Shay”

Pidge laughed out loud“ See this is why I'm glad that I'm  an aromantic asexual none of his goobly crap for me, just science and logical reasoning”

“ Was it science or logical reasoning that made you cry When somebody brought that really nice RTD2 replica to your robotics Club”

“ Shut up or I'll tell Keith exactly what you think about his quote-unquote perfect ass”

It happened like this almost every Time to order pizza, An Occurrence That had, completely coincidentally, increased since Lance met his pretty pizza boy.

Another week's Exchange had been simple as hunk had been too busy preparing movie snacks to join in

Pidge had ordered this time and, obviously priming herself for a joke,Looked up from the menu on her laptop eyes Sparkling mischievously

“  Hey Lance, what do you want”

“Uh, sausage”

Pidge looked like Christmas had come early

“ Oh I know but what kind of pizza do you want”

Lance rolled his eyes and quickly selected At least favorite movie in the collection in retaliation

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After an initial couple of weeks, Lance stopped putting special instructions, Shiro knew to send Keith if he was ordering. This Week however there were instructions, “ tell me I'm pretty” easy enough Lance was always pretty.

As he passed the doorbell he wondered what Lance was up to, something that became immediately obvious upon The door opening. Lamps were some kind of Clay face mask thing, pajama bottoms and a ratty old hoodie that looked like it could have Come from his parents' College days.Lance managed to be gorgeous even in that get-up With his pretty blue eyes and his stupidly broad shoulders,

Keith blushed scarlet. '" you're pretty”

Lance's face lit up and he handed Keith a 20

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Lance had spent the next two weeks bragging about how flustered he had made Keith.

The exchange that week had gone normally, Keith handed Lance the food they talked and flirted for a bit and Lance handed Keith his tip but before Rams could close the door Keith grabbed his arm to stop him.

“ Open the box”

“ What?”

“ Just do it'

Lance did as instructed and there amongst the grease stain was a poem

“ I know it's like some kind of cheesy but a boy like you makes romance easy”

Lance's cheeks tinted, “ I um, I don't think I asked you to write a poem”

“You didn't, I wrote that poem myself”

Lance could have kissed him.

He brought the food back in absent-mindedly dropping it on the coffee table dropping under the couch with a sigh

“ Oh, what did Your pizza boy do this time,” PIdge asked

“ He wrote me a poem, a wonderful beautiful poem”

“ And where exactly is this poem Loverboy?”

Lance shot her  a dopey smile” on the inside of the pizza box isn't that romantic”

Pidge opened the pizza box and snorted,” wow, he's really got a way with words”

“ He does, doesn't he”

“ I was being sarcastic”

Hunk plopped down next to them,” what's happening”

“Pizza boy wrote swoony over here a  poem  on the inside of a pizza box”

Hunk opened the box and read the poem, “Awwwww !!! That's So cute”

“I think I'm going to ask him out”

“You should”

“ Yeah, that might stop all the pining, dude it's getting gross”

Lance ignored her and began to chatter happily with hunk planning how exactly he would do this.

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The week after the poem Keith was feeling nervous again, What if he had overstepped the boundaries of whatever what's happening between them, he was worried Lance would stop ordering but like clockwork, his order came.

Keith's heart skipped a beat when he read this week's instructions, “ Ask me on a date”

Here ran to Shiro who had just finished up dealing with yet another appearance of olive bro who was as badly behaved as ever.

“ Hey, Keith you'll never guess what Olive bro is mad about this time apparently he  thinks that me offering his date one of our dessert specials means I think she is fat and”  he trailed off “ “Wait you look very happy did Lance do something again'?”

 “He asked me to ask him out on a date, Shiro,  I have no idea what to do”

“ Do you want to go on a date with him”

“Yes"

“ Then ask him out, little bro it's that simple”

“ If it's so simple then why haven't you asked delivery boy on a date yet”

“ Curtis”

“What?”

“His name is Curtis and he's doing the delivery job to pay for medical school, he's studying to be a nurse oh, he's also ex-military like me”

“ Wait, you actually talked to him”

“ Yeah, we're going out for drinks next Saturday”

“ Nice job Shiro!"

“ Hey, I got my date with my cute boy you go out and get yours”

“I will”

Keith smiled the entire bike ride to Lance's place

“He hopped off the bike threatened his outfit took a deep breath and knocked on the door

Lance opened it, looking as gorgeous as ever and Keith nearly forgot what he was to supposed to do

“ Hey”

“ Hey”

“ Your most recent instructions are very interesting”

Lance raised an eyebrow, "Was it?

“Completely coincidentally I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me sometime”

“ wow, I have no idea what prompted this but yes, of course, I'd like to go on a date with you”

They ignored the gagging noises  Pidge made in the background

“We could have dinner and catch a movie, I still haven't seen Moana”

“That sounds great there is a movie theater close to this Mexican restaurant my buddy Hunk won't shut up about”

“ I love Mexican food, sounds great How does Saturday at 4:30 sound”

“ Great, see you then” and with that Lance leaned over and pressed a kiss Keith's  cheek

Keith was really looking forward to this date.

Author's note: will I get better at capitalization, will I actually address Keith's issues with his past or is that just something I randomly added without thinking about how I'd have to incorporate it, will I actually include Alaura like I promised, what will olive bro do next these questions and more answered go will be answered in the next exciting installment of I learned it from the pizza man!

Okay in all seriousness I'm decently proud I got this far I'm not very good at finishing projects.I ultimately decided to go with Canon for Shiro's little romance side plot, Curtis is apparently the name of the man who marries at the end of season 8 and I know I didn't have them actually have a conversation within the text in my story but I had them reference a conversation and that's more than DreamWorks gave them.

[disbestiles-blog]

Summer

Dylan Obrien x Reader AU

Word Count: 5,420

Warnings: I recommend you take something to wipe away the tears or not, Idk 😅

A/N: It’s part of @dylanobemineforever ‘s Writing Challenge based on the song Summer by OM (thank you sina, btw) It was really challenge be part of this because I don't knew the song so I took a little time to have a good idea. But after a few searchs and some help of my great friends it's here! I was a lot of fun writing this story and I'll hope that you can enjoy and talk to me about okay?! 

Only when the pilot announced the takeoff and Y/N saw the clouds through the airplane window, she could breathe again quietly. For her it was hard to believe how fast she'd put her things together, taken a cab, and gone to the airport, but it was the only way out that she could think of when the confusion in her house had taken on unimaginable proportions.

She could still hear the screams of her mother calling her spoiled and dramatic but drama was always part of Y/N's life. Her parents have always been ambitious and intelligent entrepreneurs. They were the type of couple who struggled to achieve their goals, even if that included offering their daughter's hand in marriage just to consolidate a partnership.

It sounded like Mexican soap opera story, but that was exactly what had happened in Y/N's life. When she met Chuck, the charming son of his father's best friend and partner, she wasn’t carried away by the incredible blue eyes or the gentlemanly manner he treated her. But the boy was persistent and didn’t leave her alone while she didn’t say yes to a date.

She felt alone and he arrived on time, making her feel like a princess. Chuck fulfilled all her desires, took her to places that she had always dreamed of seeing. Her parents, who were always strict and liked to calculate all the footsteps of the daughter, but for the first time let her live a beautiful and overwhelming romance, making Y/N experience what was freedom for the first time in her youth.

It was a wonderful 3 years of dating, but shortly after the engagement that was four months earlier that week, Chuck had become a thick, possessive, and aggressive man. At first she thought it was only a passing stress, but one day, when she tried to give Chuck by surprising him at work, she eventually overheard a conversation he was having with his mother.

From the beginning, Chuck had approached her just so that her parents' business would work out. All those years had been sustained only for transactions to be effected and contracts signed. The marriage of the two was just another farce in which he had agreed to participate so that the good image of the company was sustained.

"Art imitates life," she thought. Never had a dictation made as much sense to Y/N as that. She wanted to believe it was all a lie, that she was in a nightmare, and that when she woke up she would find Chuck and his mother for another wedding meeting. They would choose the party menu, make the guest list, she would continue living their fairy tale.

When confronting her parents she can’t feel more deceived. Besides not denying any details of the story, her mother insisted that she continue with that novel. Either that, or carry the blame for ruining the empire they had been building in England for 8 years.

After many fights, shouts and revelations, Y/N was no longer worried about the consequences of her decisions. For years she let her life be manipulated by other people but now she just wanted to get away from all that farce. In the face of all that confusion she could only think of a refuge: her hometown. Maybe it wasn’t the best of decisions, but at least it was a decision she made.

Y/N was only 12 when her family needed to move from Southport to London because of her father's company. At that time, even though she was so young, she knew it was a mistake. She knew that abandoning her friends, all the memories she had made there, abandoning her roots would not do her or her parents well. Since then she had lived a controlled and manipulated life so that she was the perfect daughter of the "Y/L/N" family.

The flight to Wilmington was quiet and from there Y/N rented a car and decided to drive to Southport. The road was calm and the ride was small, moreover, she needed to get rid of the thoughts that bothered her and driving would help distract her.

Arriving in Southport, Y/N was soon overcome by nostalgia. The sea breeze, the calm that was the charm of small towns, the trees dancing with the wind. The gas station and the grocery store at the beginning of the city continued to look the same as she remembered. She didn’t know if the owners were still her known neighbors, but it was comforting to see that everything still sounded and looked so familiar even after so long.

She decided to stop for something to eat but before she got out of the car she realized that she was still wearing the engagement ring that Chuck had given her. It was a beautiful ruby ​​stone, bathed in silver. There was no sense in using it anymore, it was like a hollow beauty. She removed the ring and put it in a jewelry box, leaving it in the car door. She was determined to leave all those false memories behind and that summer was all she needed to seal her freedom.

Although small, the grocery store had every type of product a person could need. After picking up some snacks and a drink, she went to the cashier, which was empty. Intrigued, she looked around to see if there was anyone but spotted only a few clients also choosing their products. She rang the bell once, twice, until a middle-aged man came from the port in a hurry to realize that there were several people inside the shop.

When he approached her, Y/N recognized him immediately. It was Patrick, an old friend of her family. Him, his wife Lisa and their two children have been her neighbors since she understood each other. Patrick was known in the city for his fun and quiet way of looking at life. Despite being older, he still seemed to keep this habit, as he was amusing some people in the harbor, before coming to meet her.

"It seems like somebody's jokes are still the entertainment of the city." Y/N said taking him by surprise.

Patrick stared at her for a few seconds puzzled until the confused expression was replaced by a cheerful look and an enlightened smile.

"I don’t believe what I see, Y/N? Y/N/N?"

Y/N smiled, approaching for a tight hug. "It’s me uncle Patrick, I miss you!"

"We miss you too, my daughter! What brings you here?"

One of the clients in the shop let out an irritable throat, making Patrick realize that there was already a small queue formed behind Y/N. Probably some travelers wanting to pay for their purchases. He positioned himself behind the cash register and began packing the orders and receiving payments. As he finished serving everyone, Y/N went to the porch that was just outside the store to wait for him. He would not forgive her if she left without a good conversation.

As she enjoyed the view and felt the breeze thumping in her hair, it was as if she could hear her childhood: the sea, the seagulls flying in the harbor, the sound of the conversations and laughter of the people walking along the beach. Everything was good, and nowhere in the world had she experienced the tranquility she felt when she was there. Immersed in her thoughts she barely noticed when a pickup truck parked outside the grocery store door, a lady and a men came down with several packages, probably to replenish the stock.

From outside the grocery store she saw Patrick talking to the woman and pointing out towards her. It was Lisa, Carl's wife and his son Dylan, Y/N's best friend. They both looked at her in surprise, and Lisa quickly came to meet her, taking her into a tight, maternal hug.

"Oh my dear," she said, holding her face affectionately, as if she were meeting a distant daughter, "I can’t believe you're back!"

Lisa had some tears in her eyes and that was totally acceptable, especially coming from her. She had always been like a mother to Y/N. Their families shared holidays and celebrations as if they had only been one for several generations. Even after her maternal grandmother passed away and her mother refused to keep the traditions between them, the O'brien families affection towards Y/N never ceased to exist. After the brief moment of affection between the two, she saw Dylan approaching.

He was standing with his hands in the pocket of his shorts, grinning in surprise to see her there after so long. She remembered perfectly the last time she had seen him, the farewell on the beach, the two promising each other that they would never cease to be friends and would one day still be together forever. They were just kids making that innocent promise. That day struck her deeply and she still felt her heart racing when she saw him, even after 8 years. He was taller, more masculine, his hair messy as he had always been.

"Y/N ... how long! I can’t believe, you're so ... "

"Different?" Y/N asked curiously.

"I was going to say beautiful, but different is also a good option," replied Dylan smiling.

They approached for a half-awkward hug. Dylan tenderly enveloped Y/N and she immediately felt at home. They stood there for a few seconds, just enjoying each other's presence when Lisa interrupted them.

"What do you think about finishing the conversation at our home Y/N/N? I'll make sure you have lunch with us and Julia will love to see you!"

Y/N was not so sure if Julia, Lisa's eldest daughter, would be happy to see her, after all they were never very friendly. Even with trepidation, she could not deny the invitation. Besides being such a lack of education, Lisa would never take no for an answer. Their house was only a block from the gas station, and it was big and cozy just like Y/N remembered, despite some renovations here and there. As she looked at the next lot, she felt a slight sadness. His parents had ruled out any possibility of going back to that place, and where one day had been his home he could see only a vacant lot, the "sell-out" advertisement worn in front of the property that his parents still had difficulty sell.

While Lisa was preparing lunch, Dylan and Y/N were chatting in the living room. Y/N didn’t know how to introduce a subject without seeming inconvenient, but gradually they were losing their fear and the conversation returned to the tone of friendship and play as it was before. Y/N discovered that Dylan moved from Southporth to veterinary school and since then he lived in Wilmington. He was working in a clinic and had used the vacation to visit the family and long for homesickness. Dylan seemed to have become the gentle, honest, and successful man she had always thought he would be. Y/N hadn’t noticed any ring, but she did not dare ask if he was engaged, it was none of her business.

"And you Y/N, have you taken advantage of England?"

Enjoying was not the right way to describe everything she was living. Dylan was a responsible and stable student, and she was only a 20-year-old girl following the commandments of her parents. She didn’t want to sell herself as a spoiled and dramatic daughter to her best friend. While this may not be true, as he recalled his story, sometimes it was just what it seemed. Before she could respond, Julia entered the room clearly surprised to see Y/N.

"Jules, do you remember Y/N?" Dylan said standing up and doing the honors of "restyling" the two.

"But of course, how could I forget our dear neighbor?!" Julia said holding out her hand, with some irony.  "What brings you back here? You tired of England?"

Y/N could think of having a conversation with Dylan and telling the whole truth about her life and the reason she had brought her there, but for Julia, the jealous older sister, that would be impossible. She sighed, smiling.

"You don’t need a fair reason to visit a city that you love so much, doesn’t it ?! And besides, I needed to breathe this tranquility from here."

Julia raised her eyebrows suspiciously.

"Oh of course ... after 8 years living in beautiful London, who would not miss the little Southporth?"

Dylan grinned as he noticed a certain twinge in his sister. He knew Julia had always died of jealousy from his friends, especially Y/N.

"You never leaving here does not mean that everyone also has to stay Jules."

Julia rolled her eyes at his brother's defense.

"Some customs never change, do they?!" She replied poking Dylan, who responded with a grimace.

Y/N didn’t know where to run. She hated being the star of any subject, especially when she had something to hide. Before the situation went out of control, Lisa called everyone to eat.

The lunch was enjoyable and fun and could not be any different with the O'brien family. They were not the perfect family and they did not even tried to be, but the unity and love between them, the support they gave each other and how much they knew each other was clear. Y/N had never experienced that kind of relationship in her family. The meals they made together were summed up to meet labels and hear their parents discuss business. Time and again they asked about what she had done during the day, but soon they gave orders or opinions back to her agenda.

When Y/N was almost celebrating that matters were not involving her, Julia decided to ask where she would be staying in the city. That question immediately discredited her, she had not yet thought of this important detail. Realizing that she had been miserable at the thought of the answer, Lisa intervened.

"Of course Y/N will stay with us, will she not Pat?" Patrick just nodded, confirming as he finished devouring his piece of chicken, leaving Julia's mouth open.

Y/N had thought of staying in some hotel in the city, but Lisa had been so accommodating that she seriously considered accepting it.

"I would be very happy to accept the invitation, if I do not bother ... of course."

"I think that would be a great idea!" Dylan said smiling, winking in her direction.

Y/N's heart melted a little at that moment. She had to confess that she had also accepted the invitation to be closer to her friend. Even though she had not come to Southporth because of him, finding him was a very good surprise, and she could see no way to take advantage of that time better than not with him.

The days at Southporth were being incredible. The options that Y/N had were countless and she can review several old school friends, visit the places she liked to go along with her grandmother when she was little and even help Lisa and Patrick in the grocery store.

Being so busy would not let Y/N worry about her family in England with her engagement and she allowed herself to forget all those lies. Southporth was her safe haven and nothing could take away from her.

Of course, of all things, the best part of the trip was being able to spend those holidays with Dylan. Aside from a great friend, he had become a great companion to any show. Together they visited an animal shelter that was in town, where Y/N could see Dylan apply some things he had learned in college. She had no doubt he was born for it and nothing made her happier than seeing him fulfill his dream as a child. They made picnics, trails through the small forest that was around the city, spent hours on the beach enjoying the sea.

Dylan could not be happier. Every year he came to Southporth but those were by far the best vacation of all. It was as if he and Y/N were inseparable again and it was impossible to account for the good times they had spent together in those days.

The only person who still bothered about Y/N's presence was Julia, and she made a point of making that clear. As one afternoon, Dylan and Y/N had agreed to go to the beach together. He was packing some things in the room while Julia insisted that her brother go with her on a double date.

"Dylan you supposedly came here this summer to have fun, why do you refuse to do that?" Julia was nervous.

"And I'm having fun with Y/N/N. By the way, you and your friends can go to the beach with us, if you want."

"You know it's not going to be a double date if you take your vacation project together."

"I don’t need a double date, when are you going to understand that I'm not your  little brother anymore? And I told you not to talk about Y/N like that."

Julia rolled her eyes. Something about her brother's best friend disturbed her and no one would convince her otherwise.

"And when she goes away again, are you going to spend the rest of the holidays crying like the first time?" "I don’t know, Dyl ... she appears out of nowhere after years and no one knows why. There's something wrong with this girl."

Dylan took a deep breath, trying not to argue with his sister.

"When you want to talk like adults, I'll be here, now I have a beach to enjoy."

Dylan finished stuffing his things into his backpack and went out into the hallway, listening to Julia just saying loudly "Then do not say I did not warn you." He loved his sister and understood that being super protective was part of the older sister package but he was already full of her to follow all his steps.

One night after a baseball game with friends, Dylan came home and didn’t find Y/N. When he questioned his mother about it, he discovered that she had gone to the beach to walk. He picked up his father's pickup truck and drove to the port. When he got there, he found some people making camps. Some were already leaving, but he found Y/N in the distance, sitting around a campfire, lit only by the moonlight.

Watching her from afar he realized that he still liked everything about her: the exaggerated sound of her laughter, her sweet way of treating people, her simplicity that still held even after so much luxury in her life.

When she left, it took years to get accustomed to the lack of best friend and for a long time wondered if it would just be a keepsake or if the innocent love that they had experienced would remain. There, watching her from afar, he realized that nothing had changed except the fact that he was no longer a naive boy of twelve. Dylan wanted her more than as a friend and he believed she was reciprocal. He just needed to have the courage to try. And that's what he did.

Y/N was distracted, humming a song when she saw Dylan walking toward her. She had reviewed several colleagues since arriving in the city but none of them had grown up and looked as handsome as him. Of course she was suspected to speak, she always defended him tooth and nail in any situation, but it was unquestionable how much the girls in town were impressed with him. Earlier, at the grocery store, she might notice some whispering about Dylan, one of them would do anything to make her realize it, asking for help for every item she wanted to buy. She didn’t want to admit it, but even though it was no big deal, it made her a little jealous.

Dylan settled next to her on the fire, with a plate of marshmallows.

"I think a fire does not have the same grace without some candy, does not it?!"

"You had a great idea, Mr. O'brien."

He smiled and handed out some marshmallows so they could bake while they talked.

"So, what are you doing here so early? I thought the evening with your friends would be fun."

"Yes, it was a lot of fun, but you know a full night always ends like this," he said pointing at both of them.

Y/N's face lit up in a smile. When they were teenagers, even if they went out to totally different places, they always found themselves in the backyard of Dylan's house to tell them about the day, late at night. They started the little tradition when they were 7 and didn’t leave it when some of them was sick.

"Some things never change, right?!"

"I think so." Dylan nodded, smiling. Y/N realized he meant something. She knew when he was restless.

"But tell me, what have you been keeping there?" She asked curiously.

Dylan hesitated a little before saying the words that had been stored from the first moment he saw her.

"I missed you Y/N/N."

Y/N felt her face flush at that. She should not feel ashamed of those things, after all, they were close. But the two were now adults and even though she didn’t want to admit it, she always wanted him to be more than just a friend. She moved closer to him, snuggling her head against his shoulder.

"Me too Dyl ... me too."

It was windy enough, and though the sky had hidden all the stars, that night seemed perfect. With Y/N wrapped in his arms, he could only think of how much he wanted her closer. He knew that summer romances were passengers and that he was only there for vacation at his parents' house, but Y/N was not anyone and if they worked as well as friends, why not try to be something else? Dylan was nervous, he did not want to be intrusive or frightened her, but all he wanted to do now was to hug her, kiss her and let their bodies decide to do the rest. He took a deep breath and when he felt the courage to talk to her, he felt a raindrop on his face. Before he could do anything, it began to rain. They looked at each other, the drops that had begun slow were thick and increasing the speed with which they fell, leaving them getting wetter and wetter. Dylan looked around the beach, looking for some place so they could shelter when he had an idea. He took Y/N’s hand and guided her to where his truck was parked. They finally got in the car, soaking wet after being caught by the rain, which was falling harder and harder. Dylan was adjusting the seat of the car as a loud roar roared from the sky, one of several thunders that were probably yet to come. Y/N practically jumped into his lap, startled by the noise, causing laughter between them. Y/N’s heart was racing, her face so close to Dylan that she could feel his breath catching after the laughter. When Dylan realized that the universe had finally made a move so they could be alone, he did not think twice. Gently, he pulled away a few strands of hair that hung from her face. He looked her in the eye, and immediately remembered when she was gone, all the homesickness he'd kept for all these years and finding his way back to his first love, he kissed her. Y/N did not know how to react when she felt Dylan's warm, sweet lips touch hers. Part of her wanted to push him away and say that it was not right, part of her wanted to tell him all the motives that had brought her there. But how could she not give up the strong grip on her waist, the way their kiss seemed so sure not to happen. Dylan could not tell what he was feeling at the moment. Even hesitating a little, Y/N had given in to the kiss. He was excited but at the same time confused. Pulling away their faces, he stopped to face her, his anxious gaze questioning if they should continue. Y/N understood perfectly what he was feeling: the confusion, the pleasure, that animated spark that would come back to light when kissing his best friend. There inside the car, the sound of the rain crashing incessantly at the window work, she could only think of how much they had was unique in how much they were meant to be. Taking possession of all the certainty she had in her heart, she pulled him again for another intense kiss. With Dylan it was different, it was natural. So when he moved the benches so they could lie down, she just nodded, letting her wishes be reciprocated.

As lightning leapt from the sky, Dylan took advantage of the flashes of light that hung from the sky to watchY/N, her naked body slowly taking shape in his arms as he took off each piece of clothing. Each time Dylan kissed her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, Y/N felt as if sparks were leaping from her body. After a few minutes, the thunderbolts became just background music, while Y/N and Dylan let that night of love, their desires be unpacked and their hearts as well.

Some time later, with Y/N settling under his chest and the darkness giving way to some stars in the sky after the rain, Dylan could not feel happier. Of course he had met other women, some interesting and very beautiful, but she was different. When they were together it was as if the rest of the world did not exist, as in a parallel reality.

Y/N realized that Dylan was almost falling asleep, but despite having just lived what she had thought one of the best nights of her life, something bothered her. Even though those days had served as anesthesia for the lies she'd lived through, she was still engaged. It was a fact that no one had ever made her feel as complete as that night and she knew it was not just about sex. But not even worrying about Chuck's feelings, she worried about Dylan and she could not bear to see him think she was using him just to get over something. She pushed those thoughts away, trying to focus only on the sleep that slowly overpowered her.

After that night, Dylan and Y/N got even closer. It was a fact that they were passing when every day together but now always had room for long kisses, escapes to each other's room at night and even miniature romantic dinners made by Dylan. Y/N's voice was the last one Dylan wanted to hear the night and the first morning. He loved to wake up and be enlightened by the sound of her laughter. Their reunion was recent and he knew that what they had was not set, but those days were yielding great points to start thinking about what it could be.

That day, after going out to play bowling with some friends, they came home with laughter. The night had been extremely fun, even though Y/N had ended up with any chance of them winning the game. When Dylan stopped the car at the door of her house, Y/N was still holding back the laughter she was giving of herself after it had been awful at the bowling alley.

"The bowls in England are different from those here," she said trying to defend herself, but Dylan knew it was just a joke.

"So you're just horrible in the bowling alleys here?" He questioned her smiling.

"Yes, in the bowling alleys of England I'm less evil," Y/N replied, the two falling in laughter again.

Dylan took a deep breath and composed himself of the crisis of laughter, he loved the way she could make any situation seem funnier. They got out of the car and on leaving, Dylan noticed that a small box fell from the door. Curious, he bent to pick her up. Opening what appeared to be a jewelry box, he found a beautiful diamond ring, not inconspicuous, by the way.

Realizing what Dylan had found, Y/N's heart almost stopped. Immediately he came to her, intrigued.

"Hmmmm I know we've known each other a long time but do not you think it's a little early to choose the engagement ring Y/N/N?"

When Y/N saw the ring in his hands, his happy, quiet expression of a few minutes disappeared. Carefully she took the jewel from his hands, putting it back in the box. Dylan looked at her in confusion. She smiled uncomfortably at the situation she'd avoided all those days.

"Dyl, I need to tell you something."

Her tone of sad voice and her gaze lost, Dylan realized something was not right.

"That ring ..." she sighed deeply, seeming to choose which words to use, "this is my engagement ring."

Dylan took a step back, perplexed by what he had just heard.

"Engagement? What are you talking about, Y/N?"

Holding her so that tears did not fall from her eyes, Y/N began to count all the things that had happened before she got there. His relationship with Chuck, the fake engagement, all the lies his parents held for all those years. Dylan listened to her in silence, the time her head lowered, as if she was not believing what she was talking about. This could only be a nightmare. When Y/N was done, Dylan was serious, the frustration on his face.

"You lied to me? This whole time, everything we spent together ... you lied?" Dylan questioned her.

"No Dyl, nothing I told you was a lie, I just ..."

He smiled wryly.

"Is the concept of lying different from the other side of the world? I think living with dishonest people has made you a Y/N."

"Dylan I had no choice! I didn’t plan any of this, I didn’t expect to find you here ... I didn’t expect to fall in love with you again."

Y/N could no longer handle the tears that threatened to fall from her face.

"So you know what it is to fall in love with Y/N? Have you ever felt anything that was not dictated by your parents?" Dylan was nervous, blinded by the hurt in his heart. "I should have listened to my sister. You didn’t come here because you missed us, you came here just to soften your ego, to try to prove to yourself that you can do what you want. But you know what you forgot? People's feelings are not like deeds or whatever shit their father owns. You can’t buy or manipulate us. You can’t treat us like pawns of your game."

Those words hit her hard. How could he say that? She knew it was not easy for him to understand a situation like that, but she just wanted him to realize that she had no choice, that the freedom to make her own decisions had been taken from her. How could he hurt her like that?

"I just want you to believe Dylan, what I felt 8 years ago, what I still feel ... it's real."

Dylan snorted, anger taking over his face.

"The world does not work like this Y/N, this can’t be new to you!"

"Dylan, please don’t let this stop us both."

"Your problems prevent good things from happening to you, Y/N." Dylan took a deep breath, "your world is made of dirt and lies and I don’t want to be a part of it."

In tears, Y/N tried to get closer but he got away from her. Nothing hurt Dylan more than to see her like that, but what could he do? He trusted her, why she hid so many lies? He headed toward his house, leaving Y/N and all the things he dreamed had with her behind.

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I wrote this and someone suggested I post it here so BOOM into the pits of tumblr.

ninety six corolla

 i dont hit snooze anymore.

i am awake at least an hour before the alarm goes off. i have never had a quiet mind. it races with want and worry all night until dawn when i am inevitably give up and decide to officially be awake. stretch, move hair out of my face, listen to my hearbeat. i take a deep breath, check the time, and then begin to concentrate on the steps.

step 1 is getting out of bed. put your feet on the ground, stand up. go. make yourself move. Â you have to get out of bed. you do not have a choice. well, you do have a choice but you have to make the right choice.

getting out of bed was never hard until one day it was hard. jobless, hungover, no appetite, sick of it all. why face the day. or the next. or any day. getting out of bed became a herculean task. so this step is important, it is the first goal that puts you on the path to other goals. touch the day.

 i get up.

step 2 is hygiene. take a shower, brush your teeth, comb your hair. this also, as hard as it is to understand, is something that can be incredibly overwhelming when the night before you stared at bottle of luksosawa and some vicodin a lover brought over because he naively thought he was helping you calm down, and you thought to yourself “no one is going to care.” and then you did it, you tried anyway and still woke up and you suck at that too so why bother combing your hair? step two has become my favorite. 45 minute showers, shelves and shelves of scented soap shaped like seashells and imprinted was sexy names -lavender, amber mist, green valley, crabtree and evelyn.

 i am going to always smell fucking good.

eating breakfast is the next step. i grab an orange and a cigarette. the irony is not lost on me. today, i am josephine baker.

the memories seep back during traffic. red lights, stop and go, mind-numbing talk radio. too easy. too much time to think.

i did not know i was depressed in the clinical way. i just thought my time was done. it was a good life. i had been fearless all through-out my 20’s and whatever had suddenly attacked my brain also came with a steady whisper in my head, day in and day out. it was over. my depression was not a fade to black, with slow dances towards cut wrists and sad songs playlists. i did not write letters. i did not plan my funeral, i did not reveal my state of mind. my depression was giving up and wasting away and disappearing. my depression was changing my number for no real reason. my depression was a $100 sweater with the tags still on it, that i was once coveted, suddenly becoming my dogs blanket, with the tags still on it. my depression was will & grace marathons with white wine out of a box on tuesday mornings. my depression was not eating until i almost passed out then ordering $200 dollars of chinese delivery to hold me over until next time. my depression was, come over, leave by 2 a.m.. i was reckless with money and men, i wanted it all gone. the plan was when the money ran out, so would i. the men would disappear on their own.

step 3 is call your family and let them know you are still alive. make sure you eat your lunch.

step 4, when the day gets long and you start to question everything, step 4 reminds you to dream. think about what makes you happy. create a goal.

i picture a roast chicken with lemon, rice pilaf, a salad, a mexican serving dish, green red white ceramic dishwasher friendly, antique silverware, guests at a table, candle light. a game of cards. josephine baker. if i allow myself to be generous with dreams it might stretch to a daughter in ballet class, a son in soccer. or vice versa. continuing. a night with my handsome, who’s face is always clouded (i do not know how to fill this part in), at the opera in an evening gown. we go to dinner afterwards and waltz in the street in the rain. im just following the steps.

time to go home.

here is where it gets the hardest.

steps 5 and 6 are more guidance to make sure you stay on track. make sure to eat again. do something to occupy your time. read a good book. get a hobby. please do this.

but those hours when you are supposed to stay awake, when you are supposed to watch sitcoms and laugh and unwind, those are the hardest hours. when you are counting down minutes until sleep just so tomorrow you can do it again, the steps again (what is life without the steps?) that is when you ask yourself what is the fucking point?

i read chapter 3 of Beloved. Anything dead coming back to life hurts.

i never did get the chance to run out. at my lowest point i wouldn’t even drive a my car. anxiety played a part but dealing with that involves different steps. (hint: breathe). Â my old faithful toyota corolla. it represented freedom, it was memory wrapped in metal, wanderlust on wheels. sorry for being wordsmith indulgent. i could no longer get behind the wheel, i no longer saw possibility on the road, in big cities, in small towns, in life in general. 

most people do not know that a corolla by definition is the petals of a flower.

i no longer had the will to give the car the life it gave to me. i let it wilt in the driveway and by neglect i let it die.

the fantasy involved a long drive into the woods and a hose extended from the exhaust to the window, safe inside of the petals, curled up like a sick, twisted adult ann geddes photo shoot. i’ve always been a dramatic romantic. my depression would not let me move, make this lovely quiet end happen. even death  was a burden. i was too depressed to try. had someone handed me a gun though, i know for a fact i would not still be here, doing the steps.

i cannot say when the turning point came but it was slow to come. my brain got tired and my body started to rebel. my hair was falling out. my belts, barely a size 26, no longer fit. mostly, defiantly, i was tired of the hospitals i ended up in whenever someone came to check on me. contrary to popular belief, doctors are not nice to people with issues.  i did not want another moment of having to drink a sprite out of a plastic cup because staff was concerned about the rough edges of a can. i hated being told what to do, and worse i hated being punished for refusing to do what i was told to do. the independence was starting to overcome the demon. it was time to try.  i gave in i took the help. i took the therapy, i took the pills, i took 30 days in the mountains.

step 7 asks you to look back at your day and what you accomplished.

 i used to journal the highs and lows of everyday but as i got better, i started to forget that task. it has become an anything book. 30 pages of self-congratulatory statements turned into random phone numbers, drawings of floorplans, a shrimp recipe “3 tablespoons curry, 1 stick butter, hdfl grn beans, a moth wing delicately saved in a small plastic bag and stapled to the back cover. these are highs and lows of a different sort. a patchwork of scribbles so i dont ask what is the fucking point?

the point is josephine baker singing REVES.

when it is time for the evening to be done, when i have successfully kept myself busy, when i can get into the bed and say goodnight to the moon knowing that in the morning i can feel the sun, when i survived another day, i did it, take that depression!, this is when, and only when i can forget about the steps.

step 8: sleep.