#yes it’s still 2022 in Puerto Rico

[tropicoamargo]

Thinking about watching The Rookie bc of that Lucy girl…. Is it good?

[juletheghoul]

Castaways (Part 1)

AN: Before I get into the notes for this - I want to say a quick thank you to everyone who took the time to send me a message / comment on my post, it meant a lot to me. 💜💜💜 As for this story, I started writing it in Sept of 2022, after watching the Harrison Ford movie, Six Days, Seven Nights lol. I had a lot of it down pretty quickly but eventually, I stopped. Now that new ideas aren't as bountiful as they once were, I started combing through all of the half-finished works in my docs and I fell back in love with this one. Hopefully you enjoy it. I have an ending planned out so there will definitely be a part 2! Shout out to @wheresarizona for betaing and just general wonderfulness, to @just-here-for-the-moment for screaming at me through comments in this doc. Enjoy xox. 

Pairing; Frankie Morales x f!reader (Princess as a nickname)

Warnings;  C o m p e t e n c y - a very brief snake…encounter?-piv sex (wrap it up), swearing, dirty talk, Frankie eats pussy with gusto (when doesn't he), creampie, longing, yearning, a helicopter crash (nothing too graphic), reader is spoiled at first and generally kind of snobby- enemies to lovers? Bit of a slow burn! let me know if I missed anything.

Word count; 13k 😅

reblogs are appreciated

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The click of your heels sounded throughout the airy hangar with a purpose, the echoing sound of it heralding your journey to give someone—anyone hell. 

A quick flick of your wrist reminds you how late you already were for the retreat booked in your private slice of paradise; the private jet your father paid a fortune for had made an emergency stop in Puerto Rico- some nonsense about a storm. 

Unacceptable. 

An imperious sigh leaves your mouth -not a single person to lay into anywhere in sight, and it leaves you no choice but to head outside to see if there is a plane you could commandeer. 

—

He wipes the grease onto the legs of his well-worn work coveralls, his previous scowl gone and replaced with a triumphant smile - finally got that fucking bolt off-

“Excuse me-” He turns toward the sound and is greeted by a very annoyed-looking woman. “Hi, do you know where I can find a pilot? There’s no one in the hangar.” She drags a very expensive-looking suitcase behind her with one hand, the other holding a ridiculously large hat onto her head. 

“Hi, yes I’m a pilot - most of the staff have gone home, a big storm coming soon-”

“Perfect, can I hire you to fly me to this island?” Her fingers flew across the no-doubt latest model of smartphone in her hands - ignoring the shocked expression on his face at being so rudely interrupted. “This one here, I need to be there like three hours ago, and I would be there now if we hadn’t stopped here - you know where this is, right? Can you take me?” She all but shoves the phone into his face. 

“No.” He carefully moves her manicured hand away from his face, and a tiny, cruel little part of him enjoys the shock in her expression - he very quickly gets the impression that this girl is not used to hearing the word. “As I was saying - everyone has gone home, a lot of people were grounded here, myself included. There is a big thunderstorm coming. Not safe to fly until it passes. Shouldn’t last too long - a quick squall - come back tomorrow, and I’ll happily fly you there.” He then turns to continue his work. 

“Money is no object, but I need to leave now,” she says it through a huffed breath, and his eyebrows raise. 

“And yet, my answer is still no.” He’s annoyed now. In truth, it was a fairly quick flight - he knew the island she’d shown him, had made the trip before, and it would be less than an hour, but her attitude was a black mark against her. Her phone trills then, a cheery tone, momentarily snatching her attention from him. 

“Hi, Dad, yeah, I know. I’m at the hangar, looking for a ride.” She taps her foot, and it sets his teeth on edge. “There is a pilot here, but he says he won’t fly me.” She narrows her eyes at him when he turns to look at her, listening to the other half of the conversation he wasn’t privy to. “I’ll tell him- Sorry-” She inspects his name tag, “Francisco, my father says if you get me to the island within the hour, he’ll make it worth your while. Name your price.” 

“I don’t know what part of it isn’t safe isn’t registering-” She raises her voice and speaks over him. 

“He’ll pay you ten thousand dollars.” Her tone is loud but bored. “Besides - the skies are gorgeous - I’m sure we can make it before anything happens.” She waits a moment, “Plus another five grand when you land. And you can have accommodations until tomorrow - room service, the works. Just please - get me there.” Her eyes are hopeful, and for a brief moment, he acknowledges how pretty she is, or - would be, if she wasn’t such an insufferable princess.

He knew he should have said no. Knew he should have turned her down and followed the guidelines, but that kind of money would change his life. Change their lives- it would have been insane for him to turn it down. 

“Fine.” He relents, shoving down the heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach. “I’ll be your pilot. We’ll be out of here in ten minutes.” She almost jumps with joy, and he can’t hide the annoyed expression on his face.

“Done - okay, I’ll be there soon, Dad! Bye.”  

-

He was covered in grease. 

You had to remind yourself not to wrinkle your nose at him. You supposed he could be handsome, in a scruffy, working man way, but that's beside the point. He was your saving grace right now, and that counted for a lot.

He fiddles with the engine of the helicopter for a moment more while he leaves you to wrestle your suitcase in by yourself, thankfully without breaking a nail. 

“Alright - just going to perform a couple of checks, and we’ll be in the air.” He got in and began flicking switches, turning knobs, and checking over all manner of gauges while you made yourself as comfortable as was possible in the cramped little aircraft. It was hard, though, with your suitcase practically digging into your back behind you. 

It’s fine. I’ll just have to get a massage once I land.

“Okay, we’re off.” He has his headset on, and you are in the air within a few moments. That, unfortunately, seemed to be the end of your good luck. 

Whether by some cruel design, by the fates or gods, or whatever entity dictated the events of your life - it didn’t take twenty minutes in the air for the sky to turn a foreboding gray. 

“That doesn’t look good,” he says, the words loud enough to be heard over the noise, his eyes quickly scanning the horizon, no doubt taking in the dark clouds flanking either side of the already rickety helicopter. 

“It came out of nowhere.” One minute, the sky was blue, and the next, lightning forked the sky in the distance. 

“No, it didn’t - I told you a storm was coming. This is too dangerous - I’m going to have to turn around for our safety.” He maneuvers the controls, and you have no choice but to agree despite your annoyance.

It all happened so fast. 

Something strikes the aircraft, the sound of it booming in your ears so loud it hurts, and then he’s frantic. Manically pressing buttons and calling through the radio, but from the frustrated and frankly terrified expression, no one is answering. 

“Fuck, tighten your seatbelt, we’re going down!” He grits his teeth, and all of a sudden, you are spinning, a scream being ripped from your throat - your heart falling out of your ass. “Impact coming - brace yourself!” he screams before the world goes black. 

-

Someone is making noise, a low groaning noise that pulls him out from the depths of unconsciousness, he’s only mildly surprised to realize it is him.

The helicopter - his helicopter wasn’t making any noise, which was bad. 

Under normal circumstances, it would be broadcasting out a signal beacon that would bring in a rescue team, but as it stood right now - without blinking lights or a working radio - it had gone completely silent. 

Lighting must have fried it. Fuck.

He took stock of his situation. Luckily, he doesn’t feel any injuries aside from horrible whiplash. No blood, no broken bones. A softer groan comes from the woman beside him; she’s still out, and he couldn’t see any injuries- he’d know when she woke up. 

I could kill you right now.

He thought the words, sighing loudly to himself before finding a way out of the cockpit. He’d managed to move most of what he had in the helicopter out onto the sand by the time she woke. 

“Jesus Christ - what the hell happened?” She stumbles out, barely managing to stop herself from eating shit in the process, unfortunately.

“What happened is the storm I warned you about many times caught us in the air and grounded us here.” He’s laying out his supplies, lengths of rope, his toolbox, and empty water jugs. He has a small case with a flare gun, an emergency kit filled with first aid supplies, and a massive tarp. There are a few more things to go through, but it is important they find a source of freshwater soon, or they won’t last two days, especially with the heat making his clothes stick to his body.

She sighs loudly, struggling to make her way through the sand in those ridiculous heels she’s wearing

“And now we’re stuck here, on an island when, where I should be, is home with my-“ 

“Can’t you call mayday or something? My father is expecting me. I’m sure he’ll have an army looking for us.” She’s digging through her purse frantically, ignoring the scathing look he’s giving her.

Spoiled little brat, you only care about yourself, huh?

“Wow. You know what? That’s a great idea! Why the hell didn’t I think of that?” He can’t hold back. “Oh! I know, it’s because we were struck by lightning, and it fried everything, so whatever army your father sends won’t find us -there is no signal to hone in on.” He scowls at her, annoyed that she isn’t paying attention to him even now. “Doesn’t help that a lot of these islands that are usually full of tourists are uninhabited after the hurricane that hit a few months ago.”

“So we’re stuck here???” Her eyes are wild as they look past him, to the beach just beyond, and then to the thick greenery behind them. “This cannot be happening right now,” she spoke to herself. 

“Where the fuck is my phone??” She moves and makes her way back into the cockpit, all but ripping the aircraft apart before- “Fuck! You have got to be fucking kidding me! Don’t you have some kind of satellite phone or something??” She’s tapping at the deeply damaged screen, it completely destroyed. 

He couldn’t help but bark out cruel laughter. 

“I don’t know what planet you’re on. People - regular people don’t just have satellite phones, sweetheart.” He got up from his place in the sand, making sure to put the flares back in the helicopter.

“Great. Just great.” She sighs loudly, “So we’re stuck here. Do you even know where here is?” She fishes into her bag once more, pulling out a bottle of what looks to be sunscreen, and squeezing out some to spread over her exposed skin. 

“No. I don’t, but the heat is going to kill us if we don’t find water soon. Grab one of those jugs, and let’s go find water. You might want to change your shoes.” He pushes her suitcase at her, ignoring the shocked look on her face. “Chop chop, princess, let’s move.” 

-

This couldn’t be happening, this could not be happening!

Right now, you should have been mingling with Louis, the gorgeous, billionaire bachelor your father invited to your private resort. You could almost picture it, the classy yet sexy outfit you’d be wearing while you flirted over a drink by the infinity pool. Broadening your horizons and nailing down the rich husband you deserve.

Instead, you’re here - stuck in the sand with the world's grumpiest pilot, trying desperately to get your phone to work, but it’s no use. 

You can almost see the frantic look on your mother's face now that it was obvious that you hadn’t made it at the scheduled time, she and your father were probably coordinating with the military right this second, with the Navy.

What the fuck am I going to do-

The jug hits your lap, scaring you half to death.

“Come on, princess, let’s get moving. We have to find fresh water before we die of dehydration out here.” He’s standing a few feet away, staring at you with his perpetual scowl. “Change your shoes, and let’s go.”

“What’s wrong with my shoes?” They were pretty sensible as far as your sandals went, respectable heels, and relatively comfortable. His scowl deepens.

“You cannot stumble around the island in those, you’ll break an ankle, and I am not fucking dealing with that.” His eyes narrow. “Tell me you brought a pair of runners in that giant trunk.”

“Of course I did,” your tone is icy as you get up with a huff. You quickly changed into them, and then you were off. 

The terrain got more and more treacherous the further you got from the powdery white sand of the beach. Dirt and bramble gave way to thick, almost jungle-like vegetation, making the trek harder and harder as time slogged by. 

The sound of running water greets the two of you like a siren song, spurring your tired, sweat-soaked body to move quicker, and the sight that meets you once you break the dense treeline could've made you moan. You jump into the water to cool your heated skin, ignoring the warning from Francisco. 

“You should get out of there.” He’s at the edge of the clearish water, filling the jugs quickly.

He seems to be determined to infuse his sour attitude into everything, your mouth opened to tell him to relax when something brushes past your leg. At first, you think it might be a piece of underwater flora, but it becomes apparent very quickly that it’s something far worse. 

“Francisco.” His eyes met yours, “Francisco, something just swam into my shorts, I-I think it’s a snake.” Your voice trembles slightly, hands itching to pull whatever it was out, but his voice cuts through the urge.

“Don’t move- are you sure it’s a snake?” He put the jugs down beside him, moving closer to you, descending slowly into the water.

“Yes, It’s coiling around my thigh, moving up - I need it out right now, I wanna just grab it-“ Your head tilts down, but he stops you.

“Don’t move! It could be venomous.” He wades into the water towards you slowly, too slowly. Your heart’s racing, hands shaking as you wait for him to reach you.

“Help me, get it out, get it out!” your voice is almost manic, desperation colouring every single inch of you. 

“Okay, okay, calm - deep breath.” You followed his example as best you could, trying yet failing to ignore the slithering against your skin. “Slowly pull your waistband away from your body, and I’ll see if I can grab it,” his tone had lowered, a soothing timbre reminding you for a moment of how a teacher would speak to a student. 

It helps.

You did as he asked, pulling at the waistband of your shorts, all thoughts of propriety forgotten, and within a moment, his hand was shoved down deep - a rather large hand fighting with whatever it was that had made camp in your pants. 

He bit his lip in concentration, bodily pulling you towards him as he struggled. A moment later, he was raising it up triumphantly.

A huge shiver went down your spine at the sight of it, spurring you to get out of the water as fast as humanly possible. 

“Jesus Christ, it’s just one fucking thing after another,” you spoke as you made it out without incident, ignoring the huge sigh he let out behind you. “Thank you for that.” He was following closely behind you, not interested, it seemed, in having a similar experience.

“Don’t mention it. Let's fill these and get back to the beach.” He hands you a couple of empty jugs, and you reluctantly got to work.

-

All things considered, they were lucky. Frankie knew that. His helicopter - albeit small - was surprisingly well-equipped to handle being stranded. He had an emergency survival kit, purchased partly under the insistence of his mother but mostly so he never had to relive what had happened to him a few years ago. He’d tried not to think about it, but walking through the foliage back to the crash site had brought it all back. Vividly. 

He pushed it away, shoved it down deep where he kept the rest of his issues - instead choosing to focus on what they needed to do. They needed some form of shelter, and soon. 

“I am sweltering,” her voice was low behind him, whiny with the distinct tone of someone who had never truly been uncomfortable a day in her life. “Fucking starving.” 

“Most likely, you’re dehydrated. Once we get back to the beach, we can figure out the water,” he spoke over his shoulder. “Have to make camp if we’re going to be here for a while.” They broke through the treeline, seeing his helicopter on the beach like a pile of old bones broke his heart a little - his only connection to home, to his little girl. He pushes it all away again. 

“So how do we get this water drinkable?” she huffs out the words, dropping the jugs next to his laid-out supplies with great effort. 

“We have to set up a purifying system, filter it, and then boil it.” He crouches down towards his supplies, looking for something clean he could use as a sieve. Luckily, he always kept an overnight bag with him, in case of being grounded somewhere, but he only had three shirts in there, he couldn’t burn one since he didn’t know exactly how long they’d be stuck there. 

“I don’t have much in terms of clothes - you got anything we could use?” He looks up at her, “Something simple, a cotton t-shirt? Something we could use to strain the water.” He walks towards her trunk, waiting for her to open it up. 

She opens it reluctantly, rifling through her things for a moment before handing over a simple white shirt. “Any chance I’ll be able to wear that again?” her voice is vaguely annoyed. 

“I’m sure Daddy won’t mind buying you a new one.” She gives him an expression that could curdle milk. He ignores it. Instead, he busies himself, setting the jugs of water somewhere relatively level. He felt her eyes on him, and it compelled him to explain what he did as he worked. “We have to let the water settle for about an hour, let the sediment sink to the bottom, then strain it, then boil it.” Not for the first time in his life, he was happy to have his military gear within reach. 

-

He works fast - you have to give him that. 

As much as he grumbles and looks at you like you are the devil incarnate - you couldn’t deny that he was incredibly intelligent. Within a few hours of getting back to the camp, he had built an impressive fire, filtered the jugs of water, and had boiled most of it. 

“Tomorrow, we’ll get to work building some sort of shelter,” he spoke after he finally sat down, the first break he’d taken all day. “Have to go about looking for food too, I saw some fruit trees - we’ll grab them on the way back from getting more water.” His eyes are heavy, you can see it in the way he blinked slower and slower. 

“We have to make that trek again?” your voice is shrill, he sighs loudly. 

“We’ll have to make that trek every single day until we’re rescued. Water is the most important thing. No delivery service here, princess,” his voice is sleepy, the usual bite in his words softened by the need for sleep. 

“How will anyone find us?” The worry is evident in your voice.

“I have a flare gun and three flares - we’ll be able to signal someone. Go to bed, we have a lot of work to do tomorrow.” He gestures to the helicopter–lovely, this will be comfortable. 

—

The knock on the helicopter window ripped you out of sleep, your heart racing as you clutched at your chest. 

“Wake up, princess.” He taps on the glass and through bleary eyes, you take note of the smile on his face as he wakes you up, “We have work to do.” He taps one last time and then leaves you. 

You flash him the middle finger as he turns and laughs, annoying you even more.

You join him on the beach a little later, ignoring the ache in your body from sleeping in a half seated position. God I really need that massage.

“I’m going to make the trek for more water, while I do that you are going to gather palm fronds.” He had a jug in his hand as he moved towards the treeline. For a moment you panicked, the thought of being alone causing your heart to sink. 

“Wait, you’re leaving me alone?” You moved a few steps towards him, catching yourself before making it to him. “I mean–um,” You raised your chin at the surprised look on his face, ignoring it. “How many fronds?” There was an abundance of them, both on the ground and in the trees just beyond the sand. He paused, giving you a curious look. 

“As many as you can, we’ll need way more than you think.” He turned then, and left you to it. 

Time crawled by while you were alone, with only your thoughts and the sound of waves to accompany you. Sweat dripped down your brow as you gathered, gathered and gathered some more. Enough fronds that it made a huge pile beside the fire pit Francisco had made. Your stomach growling almost constantly now–the hunger so intense it was making you light headed. 

Branches snapped, drawing your gaze towards his form. He had the jug in one hand and a stalk of bananas in the other. It was enough to make you moan. 

“This is good, but it’s not enough. We have to gather more - have to cut down a bunch of bamboo too.” He put the jug next to the others before joining you where you sat. “Here, you must be starving.” He ripped off a handful of the glorious fruit and tossed them into your lap. 

Nothing had ever tasted so good. 

“Jesus Christ, I thought I would pass out.” You knew you had fruit on your face, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. “Thank you.” You peeled another, eating it just as quickly as the first. 

“Don’t mention it. Okay, let's get to work.” 

-

Your fingers were sore, your back was sore, every single part of you was sore. Hours crawled by with the sun beating down on you both as you weaved fronds together. He had you create sheets and sheets of it, had you help him cut down enough bamboo to build a house. He did the heavy lifting and made what looked like a crude rope tying together the bamboo in layers strong enough to hold both of you. 

Wordlessly, he worked, the sweat dripping down his face, soaking through his shirt like a marathon runner until it was a hindrance and he took it off, used it as a rag that hung limp over his shoulders. This was much worse than a marathon, though, much worse than any workout you’d ever done in your life, and although you’d never say it out loud, you were incredibly thankful he was here. 

I probably would have died by now. 

It was a terrifying thought that without him, you wouldn’t survive - you shoved it away. It wouldn’t matter soon because your parents would be looking, and they wouldn’t stop until they found you.

“Come lay on this, I want to see if it’ll hold both of us.” He stood over the platform, laying on it as you came closer. It held. “Perfect. We’ll be elevated off the sand, less chance of bugs or crabs biting us, and it’ll be cooler than the helicopter.” He let out a weary, tired sigh.

“You’re expecting us both to sleep on this?” You couldn’t help your tone, and instantly you felt bad. He’d worked very hard on this. His brow furrowed. 

“You’re welcome to sleep where you want. I’ll be on this.” He got up, his scowl now back in place, “I’m going to finish here and then go fishing. Keep weaving.” 

Quietly, you got back to work.

-

In all his years, Francisco had never met someone so spoiled and self-serving - even though he’d expected it from her, it still hurt. He didn’t know why - why it would matter that some spoiled rich brat was acting like a spoiled rich brat; maybe it was the lack of gratitude. He was useful, he was smart and he had skills that he knew for a fact she’d die without. 

He stewed over it as he swam towards a large boulder protruding out of the water near the shore. A perfect spot to catch the fish that swam around in the reef below the surface. 

I should let her starve. Find her own food and her own water.

He wouldn’t, though, he couldn’t. All his life, he’d been taught to be a good person, to help where he could and after what had happened in that jungle - he shook it off, pushed it down. Ignored the cruel, petty voice in his head and set about catching something to eat. All the while keeping an eye on the horizon for a boat - for any sign that people were looking for him. That his people were looking for him. 

He let himself think about them, really think about them for the first time since the crash. His parents, his little girl, let himself feel the emptiness of being without them. He let the waves of it crash over him just as the ocean around him crashed into the shore, and then he put it away. 

She was still working when he came back with his catch, her face scrunched up in concentration - ignoring her, he went about doing what needed to be done.

“Is this enough?” Her voice cut through his concentration, and he nodded noncommittally - leaving the prepped fish on a relatively clean piece of driftwood he’d found.

“Hold this.” He stood at the corner of the raised bed and had her hold a tall, sturdy piece of bamboo. His plan was to make a small frame around the base, use the tarp in order to waterproof it, and lay the fronds all around to protect them from the winds that blew through here in bad weather.  

She watched him work in silence, standing where he told her to stand, holding what he told her to hold and eventually, finally - they finished. It was as solid a structure as he could manage without planks of wood or nails, strong enough to survive against a moderate storm and to keep them off the sand. 

He’d used the tarp to cover the roof and three sides, leaving one open for them - him to enter. On top were rows of fronds to catch rainwater and prevent it from pooling in the tarp, the rest of the unused woven sheets she’d made laid inside to use as bedding. With the emergency blanket and his military bedroll this would make a decent bed.

All in all, he was proud of himself, he took the raw materials he’d found on this island, and fashioned himself – themselves a shelter. 

His stomach growled. It was time to start that fire.

-

Your stomach was screaming out in hunger. The bananas had been wonderful, but they weren’t enough. 

“Are you sure that’s safe to eat?” You watched him wrap the fish in banana leaves and put it into red hot embers; you couldn’t help but be slightly dubious about eating something he’d just pulled out of the ocean. He sighed loudly before answering.

“You don’t have to eat it,” he sounded tired, and you supposed he must have been with how hard he’d worked. “It’s edible. I’ve caught this fish before.” He wiped at his brow with the shirt around his shoulders, his skin slightly pink from the sun. 

You didn’t say anything, still unsure, but when the time came for him to unwrap the blackened leaves, your stomach growled loudly. It looked very good. 

He didn’t offer any, instead, he snatched a piece of the steaming, flaky fish and popped it into his mouth, relishing the taste with a loud groan and a big smile. A nice smile, in truth. 

“Maybe I’ll try a little bit.” You scooted closer to where he sat in the sand, unable to resist it.

“Here, careful - it’s very hot.” He tore a piece of a fresh banana leaf and gave you a decently sized filet, and with singed fingers and zero patience, you took a bite.

It was, without a doubt, the most delicious thing you’d ever eaten. 

“Good?” He ate quickly, his expression amused at your very obvious enjoyment of the ‘dubious’ fish. 

“It’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever had.” You meant every word, and licked every last morsel off your fingers.

It was incredibly dark by the time the food was eaten, and the fire had died out. Francisco was attaching a piece of netting to the open side, and once he was done, he climbed in without another word. 

The helicopter felt safe, enclosed and a space you could lock, but the shelter would have airflow. It would be infinitely cooler to sleep in. You knew that, eventually that helicopter would turn into a greenhouse that felt more like an oven. Not to mention how horrible it was to sleep sitting up. 

Every second that passed made the shelter look more and more appealing, and after quickly changing into clean clothes, you slipped in silently, but it didn’t even matter, he was already asleep.

—

He woke to the feeling of soft breath on his back, the air was significantly cooler than it had been during midday, and now, in the early dawn of the morning she was seeking him out for warmth. It was in him to pull away, to deny her, but instead, he stayed motionless. Let her even breath comfort him for a few moments before he eventually rose to bathe in the ocean. Her hand was draped around his middle, pressing herself flat to him while she slept, completely oblivious.

He thought about how scandalized she’d be to know she was being so intimate with him; it almost made him laugh, but soon, that internalized mirth shifted to something bitter, something close to anger. He was only too aware that when she looked at him, she saw ‘the help’; someone like her could never see him as anything other than someone else to pay off, the person hired to do things below her. She shifted in her sleep, burrowing closer, her soft puffs of air ruffling the hair curling at the base of his skull. 

Why does that bother me? I don’t even care about this person.

He sighed, confused with himself over these baffling feelings of inadequacy, frustrated that being close to another person felt good. Annoyed that he didn’t want to pull away - no matter how much of a brat she was. If she woke now and saw them tangled, she’d be embarrassed, perhaps even disgusted, he knew this for a certainty. So he left her.

-

Dawn found you almost frustratingly well-rested, as well as alone. All doubts that may have lingered about the craftsmanship of the shelter evaporated like the morning dew. A long, much-needed stretch is the catalyst that moves you out of the shelter, making sure to close the netting on your way to grab your toiletry bag when he catches your eye from his place in the water. The early morning sun lit up the surface like diamonds. He was running his hands through his hair, wringing out the shirt he’d been wearing the day before. His skin was golden, the high planes of his face kissed by the sun's rays, his shoulders too. You watched him for a time, unable to ignore the breadth of his shoulders - the pleasant sight of his thighs and it was hard not to stare at him when he rose out of the water, the droplets from his golden skin casting a sort of spell on their way back down to earth.

His hands were something else altogether, weaving their own magic the closer he came to shore, from the way they wrung out the shirt easily to the way they adjusted his considerable bulge as he walked, and you looked away quickly, ignoring the curious heat crawling up your chest. 

He found you brushing your teeth, pointedly looking away. 

“I’m going to go look for more fruit.” He spoke as he put the wrung-out shirt to dry next to some of the other things he’d washed before changing out of his wet boxers behind the cover of the helicopter. “You should gather more firewood, things to burn for tonight.”  When he came back around, he was dressed in a clean white tee and a pair of shorts. Looking for all the world like a man on vacation. 

“I’m coming with you.” You rose from your place in the sand quickly, shuffling to reach him before he left you. “I’d rather not wait around.”

“Fine, come on then.” With that, you both set off into the trees.

The morning was full of birdsong and sunlight, bright buttery shafts of it cutting through the trees while the former echoed around you. 

“This would be a gorgeous place to vacation.” He echoed your thoughts as you followed a faint path in the brush. 

“I guess, would need a vast improvement.” Like a hotel, and an actual landing strip maybe. He laughed low, his eyes looking high into the trees.

“I don’t know, I don’t mind it being a bit rustic.” He pointed ahead, a few coconut trees catching his attention.

“This is more than a bit rustic I’d say. God I can’t wait until my parents find me. I should be by the pool right now, mingling with Louis.” Your palm smacks against the first of surely many bites rising on your skin. 

“That your boyfriend?” He’s serious now, scooping a couple of coconuts from the floor and dropping them into your arms.

“No, but he should be. He’s an insanely wealthy man my father invited to our private island, where I should be right now.” You sighed loudly, annoyed at the situation all over again. “Soon. Soon, I will be back where I belong. God, my mother is probably worried sick, you know?” You stood there, holding onto the coconuts he stacked in your arms before moving on to find more fruit.

“Sure.” He all but grunts, moving carefully through the brush. “I get it-“

“I wouldn’t be surprised if the military is out searching for me right now.” An image of handsome Louis frantically joining the search with your parents makes your stomach flip. 

I wonder if he is worried about me?

“Focus.” His voice rips you out of your daydream. “Let’s grab some more bananas, and head back.” He seems annoyed - he’s always annoyed.

“I hate this.” Your arms ache from holding the heavy coconuts. “Shouldn’t we be building a signal fire or something?” You can hear the whining tone, but you can’t stop it. Must everything be so hard?

“And just what are we meant to signal? Seen a bunch of planes, have you?” His tone is icy, his expression angry. “Cruise ships sailing by us every hour?” He finds a banana tree and cuts down a stalk, his movements aggressive.

“Well no-“

“Exactly. We’re on our own, which means until the military or whoever is looking for you finds this island- we have to work.” He props the bananas against his shoulder and turns back towards the camp, pointedly ignoring the way you struggle to keep up with him. 

-

You’re already covered in sweat by the time you make it back to camp, breathing hard and soaking through your clothes.

“Jesus Christ, I cannot with these things.” You dump the coconuts next to the water jugs, shaking out your aching limbs. He sets the bananas next to them before moving to grab some firewood from the tree line. Your eyes scan the beach, the waves gently lapping at the shore; it would be pretty enough without the eye sore that is the helicopter.

“I cannot wait to be away from this hunk of junk.” His movements stop at your words.

“That hunk of junk was my entire fucking livelihood. I don’t have a rich daddy to just buy me a new one.” He tosses the wood pieces angrily into the pit, ignoring the recoil his tone inspired. “Not everyone has it so easy, princess.”

“No, I guess they don’t, sorry-“ he spoke over you.

“Forget it.” He let out a sigh. “Let’s just do what we can to survive until someone finds us.” His expression was cold, and you can’t help the guilt that blooms in the pit of your stomach.

“Sounds good.” The rest of the day passed by in silence.

—

The days both fly, and crawl by and Frankie works each and every one of them. He works to find them food, he works to reinforce their shelter - to make them as comfortable as he possibly can, all while trying his hardest not to lose his mind. The picture of his little girl burned a hole in his heart when he looked at it each night. He only hoped she knew he’d come back to her.

Being stuck on an island by himself would have been bad enough; the loneliness, the isolation would no doubt be detrimental to his mental health, to his hopes of being found, but this? This had to be worse.

She helped, but only because he pushed her to. He knew that if it were up to her - they would have long since starved. He watched her as he braided more palm fronds to pad the sleeping platform, she was washing some of the clothes she’d worn as best she could, and he couldn’t help but admit that she was pretty. Her face was pleasant to look at when her nose wasn’t turned up. He can’t help but like the shape of her, imagining her skin would be soft and silky - he’d definitely been on this island too long. 

Doesn’t matter how attractive she is, she doesn’t want you, and you don’t want her.

He didn’t know if he was reminding himself, or convincing himself. 

A noise in the treeline behind him stops him mid-braid and for a moment, he thinks there might be someone else on the island, but he realizes what it is and grabs his knife. If he plays this right, tonight they’d eat like kings. 

-

A new appreciation was born of having to wash your own clothes, for electricity, for washing machines and dryers, for Tide pods. For the maids who did your laundry and for the people who did your drycleaning, for the neat drawers full of clean clothes waiting at home. 

For now, these would have to do. They wouldn’t smell like your favourite fabric softener, but they’d be clean enough to wear here at least. Francisco had set up a makeshift laundry line from the helicopter to a leaning palm tree, his things hanging as you added your own, and you briefly considered folding his things for him when his absence caught your attention. 

“Francisco?” you called out to him, ignoring the way your heart raced. Usually, when he went off to get water or fruit, he let you know; it was unlike him to leave without a word. There had to be a reason. He wouldn’t just abandon you, would he? 

Grab a hold of yourself, where the hell would he even go?

He crashed through the trees, triumphant and laughing, and you shoved away the altogether too-big feeling of relief that washed over you to see him. 

“Good news, Princess, there’s wild boar on the island.” It was the happiest you’d seen him, well, ever. “It’ll be hard, but I think I can catch one.” He was making his way towards his supplies, and very quickly, the relief turned to dread. “We’re going to feast-”

“You’re going to kill a wild pig?” It was very hard to keep the worry out of your tone, or off your face. 

“What’s the matter, never had pork chops?” He frowned now, his hands on his hips facing you. 

“I mean, yeah, but this is a little different than going to a butcher and grabbing a few chops. You’re going to hunt down the animal and kill it? I’m not into that. I don’t know if I could eat it.” He narrowed his eyes at you, no doubt preparing to rip you a new one. “It’s also incredibly dangerous - they have a tendency to gore people.” His expression changed at that, real consequences seemed to get through to him. 

“I mean, it’s not that different, but fine.” The wind had gone out of his sails, “I’ll see if I can catch something in the water - you okay with that?” He grabbed his fishing gear, raising an eyebrow, and you nodded before he made his way towards the water. You knew he was probably cursing you for ruining whatever he imagined cooking, but still, you couldn’t help but consider it a victory. 

Babe, the pig wouldn’t be dying on your watch, and neither would he. Instead, he returned to the camp a few hours later with a fish, a few crabs, and a look that said you better not have any complaints. You didn’t. None that you’d say out loud anyway.

Dinner was a quiet affair, tasty and filling with the fish and the added protein; you both went to sleep full, and ungored. 

-

Something loud dragged you up and out of the haze of sleep. It was still dark, and the sun had not risen yet. The sound was definitely something loud - probably just a plane. You shot up, scrambling out of the shelter to see if what you were hearing was real, Francisco barely moved. 

It was high up, but it was definitely a plane. 

“Francisco! There’s a plane. Where are the flares?” You all but barrelled into the shelter to shake him out of his dreams. 

“Hmmm, tired baby.” He was out of it but strong when he pulled you closer - you ignored the way your stomach flipped on its ass at his pet name. 

“Francisco, let me go, there’s a plane!” You smacked at his face lightly, just enough to wake him up.

“Huh? A plane?” your words broke through his sleep-addled brain, and he shot up. “What kind of plane?” He was out and grabbing at his bag momentarily before he swore loudly, a sigh filling the quiet of the dawn. “You called me for a commercial plane? You didn’t actually fire a flare, did you?” The blood drained from his face momentarily.

“No, I would have, but I didn’t know where you put the flare gun.” You frowned at him, annoyed. “I thought they’d see it.”

“Thank Christ.” He took a deep breath, his hands on his hips, “That Is a commercial flight, and if you’d fired the flare, it would have not only been a waste of a flare, but you could have burned the shelter down, could have ruined our supplies.” He seemed angry, and that, in turn, pissed you off. 

“I didn’t think about that, I was trying to help-“ You crossed your arms, ignoring the annoyed look on his face.

“With the altitude that plane has, it wouldn’t matter if we had a thousand flares; come to me before you try to signal anyone, got it Princess?” He didn’t wait for a response, instead, he got back into bed and didn’t mention the incident again. 

You got back into the shelter, laying in the pre-dawn glow - conflicting feelings fighting for dominance within you. You stared at his back, at the soft curl of hair he wore like a halo, and the fluttering of your stomach won out for just a moment. The solid press of him holding you close while still asleep was strangely welcome, although you’d never admit it. His condescending tone came to mind then, he had a habit of speaking down to you, and while you could admit you weren’t the most knowledgeable in survival, you still deserved to be spoken to like an adult. 

You fell asleep fighting the urge to both press yourself close, and smack him upside the head.

-

When morning well and truly came, it found you both in a terrible mood. 

He was quiet, much like he always was when he was annoyed, so you left him with his thoughts and set off to find more fruit through the path you’d both taken to traveling every few days. Luckily, the island was bountiful, and there were plenty of bananas, coconuts, and even some mangoes, but there was only so much you could take and you decided to venture out a bit further, keeping your eyes peeled for something different. 

After a while, you found a berry bush, a small variety you didn’t recognize at once, but they were a very gorgeous, deep purple colour. Thinking he might appreciate a change as much as you, you picked a few handfuls and wrapped them up in a banana leaf before continuing your scavenging. 

This was where your luck ran out, however, and if there were other varieties of fruit, they weren’t for you to find. Instead, you picked up a few mangoes and a coconut on your way back. 

You found him looking through his things from the helicopter, a scowl on his face. 

“Hey, I found some berries-” He looked up at the sound of your voice, his brow furrowed at the smile on your face. “I figured you were probably getting sick of the same fruit we’d been eating. I was hoping to find something else, but no luck.” You set them down in front of him. 

“You didn’t eat this, did you?” his voice was curt and you frowned. 

“No, I thought we could share them-”

“These are toxic.” He tossed them into the sand, burying them with a heavy sigh. “Do me a favour and don’t grab shit you don’t know for sure is edible. You could have made us really sick.” He turned then and continued with his inventory. Embarrassment and annoyance burned through your veins. 

“You don’t have to be such an asshole about it, you know.” The words came on almost by themselves, bubbling up in your throat at the sanctimonious look on his face. 

“What?” He paused and turned to look you in the face. 

“You don’t have to be so fucking mean to me all the time.” You crossed your arms, holding in the frustration that seemed to expand in your lungs like a horrible balloon. “All you do is talk down to me. I said I was sorry about almost using the flare-” He huffed out an almost amused laugh and it boiled your blood. “It’s not funny! I’m stuck out here with you and all you do is yell, or talk to me like I’m stupid. I’m a person, and I deserve basic human decency-”

“What’s my last name?” He crossed his arms, his voice calm, but his question stole the words right out of your mouth. 

“What?” 

“You heard me - what is my last name? What do you know about me? Aside from the fact that my first name is Francisco, and that I’m a pilot.” He stood, knocking the sand off his shorts. 

“I don’t think you told me-”

“No, I haven’t - do you know anything about who might be looking for me? Do you have any idea if I have anyone waiting for me to get home?” Your stomach sank, the anger slowly bleeding away and being replaced with shame. “Any idea if I’m married, or if I have kids?” He’s angry now, the scowl bigger than ever before. 

“No, I-I don’t know.” You took a step back. 

“No. No, you don’t. You don’t know that I’m divorced, that my parents are probably worried sick. You don’t know that I have a daughter, that her name is Tatiana, and that she’s probably thinking her dad abandoned her, or worse - that he’s dead.” You recoiled at that. 

“I didn’t know you had a daughter.” Your voice feels small, and the shame in your belly grows, vines of guilt wrapping themselves around your throat.

“How could you? You’ve never fucking asked me a single thing about who I am as a person! All you’ve done is complain. Complain and talk to me endlessly about how much money your parents have, how you should be on a private island, and how much of a fucking eyesore my livelihood is, and any time I’ve opened my mouth to respond or explain how we’re both stuck here, you’ve spoken over me.” His words cut at you - you don’t know this man at all, and you never ever cared to ask. You don’t respond. 

He was well and truly angry now, kicking sand away from himself in his frustration. 

“I’m sorry-” He put his hands up. 

“Don’t. I don’t need you to apologize. I need you to pull your weight, and maybe realize that I’m also a person, and that all your money means jackshit to me. I need you to treat me like a human being, not just a sounding board.” He walked away, leaving you with your guilt - a sad balloon deflating alone.

-

They were both quiet that night. With Francisco, it was mostly out of anger. The feelings of inadequacy and frustration he’d been bottling up had finally been spoken aloud, and now he was processing them, all while still being stuck on this godforsaken island.

For her, he could see it was pure guilt. From the subdued expression, from her quiet words and general withdrawal, he knew no one had ever been so honest with her before. He would have almost felt guilty, if he hadn’t been so annoyed and hurt at the way she’d treated him. Instead, they both avoided each other for the rest of the night - a silent shared meal before wordlessly falling asleep in the shelter.

He woke the next morning to the feeling of her pressed against him again.

Her deep, even breaths against the back of his neck were embarrassingly welcome, and he ignored the way his body responded. He let out a low, deep sigh, grateful that he was facing away, a shudder passing through his body at the thought of having to explain why he was as hard as a rock. 

His hand traveled down to where her leg was draped over his hip, unable to resist feeling her skin for just a moment before he slowly untangled their limbs, and made his way towards the water. 

—

Days passed, and they passed without much conversation. This particular morning was somehow even more quiet despite the constant sound of waves lapping at the shore. The anger had fizzled out, and what was left was more akin to silent resignation. The two of you danced around each other, performing what were now everyday tasks without uttering a single word. The hours slipping by wordlessly, that is, until your scream cut through the silence. 

“What is it?” He was at your side quickly, his eyes wide with something that looked suspiciously like worry. 

“I think I stepped on a shell-” The sand around your foot was turning pink, your eyes widening at the sight.

“Okay, take a deep breath and sit here-” He guided you with surprisingly soft hands towards one of the logs around the burned-out fire. “Don’t move - try to keep your foot out of the sand.” He stood then, walking away.

“Where are you going?” Your voice sounded strange, almost whiny, and you ignored the little pang of despair. 

Get a hold of yourself.

“Just going to get the first aid kit.” The cut throbbed as you waited, and soon he returned with one of the water bottles and a big red case. He walked with purpose, the look on his face shamed you to have been so clueless. This was a man that had obviously dealt with many a scraped knee. “Okay, let's see what we’re dealing with.”

He kneeled on the sand before you, taking your foot into his hands. You hissed when he softly brushed the sand away.

“Tsk, come on now Princess. I know you can be braver for me than that.” His hands were soft, and so was his tone, and it filled you with something, comfort amongst other, less wholesome thoughts. You shook them away, chewing on your bottom lip, watching as he played nurse. “Nothing too crazy, just a little cut.” 

He rinsed the sand carefully, his brow furrowed in concentration. 

“Okay, this might sting a little.” He rifled through the open case beside him, grabbing a little pack of what looked to be antiseptic. “Deep breath for me.” He watched you then, waiting until you let the breath go before wiping the wound clean. The sting almost slapped you across the face, every instinct screaming to pull your foot away from the mean man. 

“Okay, okay - you’re okay.” his hands engulfed your ankle, holding you firmly in place. “Good job, we’re almost done.” he spoke low, opening up a waterproof bandaid and carefully covering the tiny wound. “There we go. All done.” He pressed a small kiss to the top of your foot, his eyes widening after. “Sorry- force of habit.” He laughed awkwardly. 

“Thank you. It feels much better.” You felt the heat in your chest and in your ears and ignored it, ignored the whole mess of feelings blooming in your gut for him. 

“Yeah, sure.” He collected his things before scratching at the back of his neck and it thrilled you to realize that he looked as flushed as you felt. “I’m going to go catch something.” He got up quickly, moving with purpose away from where you sat, curtailing any further discussion. 

-

He hadn’t expected it, but she’d taken his words to heart. He’d felt terrible after going off on her. The embarrassment on her face at how she’d treated him, although completely warranted, pulled at his heartstrings. He couldn’t exactly say why - it wasn’t something he could explain, not something he wanted to delve into. Whether that was for his benefit or hers, he couldn’t be sure. 

She no longer had to be told to fetch fruit, or water. She did her best to keep the camp organized, she no longer spoke about her wealth, or Louis. She was quiet most of the time, in fact, and he wasn’t sure if it was better, or worse. 

Where she mostly avoided his annoyance throughout the day, she still clung to him at night. He never told her, convincing himself it was to spare her further embarrassment, ignoring the little part of him that knew it was because he was terrified that if she knew, she’d stop. 

-

Things were different, that was for sure. The days passed and you had to admit to yourself that you’d been such an ungrateful, horrid little - well, Princess. He’d been completely right about you, and he’d had the patience of a saint. You saw him with different eyes now. You saw a competent, strong, intelligent man who up until now, was the only reason you’d survived on this godforsaken island as long as you had. It was well and truly humbling. 

Instead of complaining, now you did your best to pull your weight. The goal was to show him that you were grateful, that you weren’t just some spoiled rich girl, that you could be something other than that, anyway. You wanted - needed to prove to him that you weren’t a burden. 

-

It had been a particularly hot day, the sun beating down on the both of you with a vengeance. Sunset couldn’t come fast enough, and once it did, you cherished it like never before. 

He dug around in the helicopter while you sat on the log, enjoying the tiny, but very welcome breeze coming off the water. 

“Oh wow, I forgot about this,” You heard the smile in his voice, “How would you feel about a drink?” He held a bottle in his hand, making his way over to your place in the sand. 

“I’d feel great actually, if you don’t mind sharing.” 

“Bottle’s almost full, more than enough for both of us.” He sat next to you, taking a generous sip of the amber liquid before handing it to you. It was warmer than you would have liked, but the burn was pleasant enough that you didn’t care. “Good, right?” His smile is as breezy as the ocean, and just as welcome. 

“Very good,” you couldn't help but admit before taking another long sip, “I can already feel it.” You smiled, handing it back to him. 

“We’ll be cheap drunks tonight, that’s for sure.” He took another long swallow, and you couldn’t help but stare at the way his throat worked. You watched the fire instead, focusing on the embers as the drink settled in your stomach. The heat spreads through your limbs, making you feel heavy where you sit beside him. 

You both sat in silence for a time, passing the bottle back and forth until most of it was gone, and your head felt like a balloon barely tethered to your body. 

“This would be such a beautiful place…without the whole ‘being stranded’ thing.” He held the bottle loosely, his eyes no doubt taking in the gorgeous sunset.

“You mean you don’t love being stuck out here with me?” You bumped his shoulder, and it vaguely registers how much you missed physical touch. He laughed, full-throated. 

“Oh yeah, this is definitely heaven.” His expression is exaggerated, “You know what I mean.” He gestures to where the water laps at the shore. “This is a paradise, just needs a resort, and an airport.” He sighed, his mood is the friendliest you’ve ever seen. 

“Yeah, it would definitely make a difference.” You leaned back and listened to the water. “Happy you’re here though, woulda died without you.” You didn’t mean to say it, but it’s absolutely true.

“Oh, I don’t know-” He shrugged, modest and much kinder than you deserved.

“Yes, you do-” You shoved at his arm softly, “You’re the only reason we’re still alive, super nice to me despite the fact that I can be a spoiled little brat.” You laughed. 

“Can’t argue with that.” He laughed, “I like brats, though.” He smiled, and something that feels very much like butterflies fluttered around in your stomach. He didn't say anything else, and neither did you, the butterflies lingered, though, well into the night, and they only seemed to get stronger whenever his eyes found yours. 

“It’s getting late-” He puts the bottle down, “-we should get some rest.”

You nodded, not trusting your voice, instead, you just followed him towards the shelter. 

It’s a strange, unfamiliar dance you’re both doing - the polar opposite of how things have been between you. Shy smiles replace cold stares, and a curious longing takes hold of you. It would embarrass you to fall prey to your baser instincts - there’s something in the way his eyes tracked you that says you weren’t alone in your feelings. 

-

Something has shifted, he can feel it in the tense energy between them. A pleasant buzz flowed through his veins, danced along his nerves like a current, beat through his heart, and into his loins. She was so close, he could practically feel her warmth. 

She sighed beside him, her legs rubbing together like a cricket and he knew in his gut, she felt the same energy. 

“Good night, Frankie.” She whispered the words, as though someone might overhear. His eyes clenched shut at the feel of her breath ruffling through his hair, closer than she’d ever let herself get, awake anyway. 

“Night-” Everything in him wanted to turn over, to feel her fingers ruffle through his hair, but something held him back. He stayed still, his body tense despite how relaxed the alcohol had made him. 

“It’s a bit cold–” Her voice is a bit closer, so close he felt it in the shell of his ear, “-okay if I scoot closer?” Her hands pressed against his back, her legs tangled with his, and he knows in his bones, it’s just a ploy, but he stayed still nonetheless. 

“Sure-get close.” He took her hand and wrapped it around his middle, holding it well above his waist, letting out a deep breath.

“Oh-okay.” She pressed her face into his shoulder, and every cell in his body screamed at him to turn around, to kiss her, bury his tongue in her mouth, and then trail it down, bury it between her legs, but he shook his head, convincing himself she just wants this.

“Night.” His voice cracked, but he said nothing more. He felt her staring at him, letting out a little sigh of her own. 

“Night, Frankie.”

—

The days following your drunken night passed by in mostly silence, with a polite avoidance from him, and an annoyed quiet from you. 

It was no secret that you had the power to annoy the hell out of him, but you’d thought there’d been something else. The look in his eye when he’d told you he liked brats, the sound of his voice when he’d held you close, the considerable boner pressing against your ass when you’d woken up to him wrapped around you that next morning. 

Maybe you’d misread him, maybe it wasn’t flirting, maybe he’d just been stroking your ego, being nice to you, and you’d practically thrown yourself at him only to be.. What? Ignored? 

-

The wind whipped around as you both ate dinner a few quiet days later, the sky dark and pregnant with the promise of a heavy rain, filling you with worry. The shelter was sturdy, you knew that, but you didn’t think it would hold up against a storm like the one that had blown you both onto the island to begin with. 

“I don’t think we’ll be enjoying a fire tonight,” His eyes stared at the sky, same as you, “we should bring the clothes into the shelter; it’s going to pour soon.” He got up, tossing his banana peels into the fire pit just as the first few drops of water sprinkled down on top of you.

A nervous current flowed through your body as you made yourself comfortable within the shelter, making you acutely aware of his closeness. 

The rain came down in sheets as you both lay there, filling the silence with its rhythmic pattering against the tarp. Lightning flashed, illuminating the space between you. A shiver ran through you at the look on his face. 

“You okay?” His hand shot out, landing softly on your arm, raising goosebumps as it slid down towards your elbow.

“I’m fine.” You shudder, but all at once, annoyance springs up at his rejection the other night - you turn to give him your back. 

“Are you… angry at me?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Why would I be angry at you? It’s not like I threw myself at you or anything.” 

“What?” His voice sounded incredulous, “You mean, when we were drinking?”

“Yes!” You sighed, “I was all over you. I guess I was wrong.” All at once, you’re embarrassed, and desperate to get away from his incredulous expression. The storm, however, holds you both hostage.

“Hm.” He sounded almost amused, and your stomach dropped, “Well, if I’d known that all you needed was to be fucked, things would have been different.” 

Your stomach did a backflip onto its ass, shock, and pure adrenaline coursing through your body at his words. You turned slowly to face him.

“Sorry?” It came out almost stupidly, and he smiled a very self-satisfied smile.

“I said, if I’d known, that in order for you to stop being such a brat,” He moved in closer, forcing you to lay back and make space for him between your legs. “All you needed was for me to fuck you, I would have done it sooner.” He hovered above you, close enough that he must’ve surely felt your heart pounding where his chest met yours. It’s with Herculean strength, that you composed yourself, albeit nervously.

“Well, I guess I just thought you were more perceptive.” The bold words were completely at odds with the tremor in your voice; he laughed, full-throated, and it sent a current across every inch of you. 

“Or maybe, I thought you’d open that pretty mouth of yours, and say what it is you wanted.” He pressed forward, dragging his lips across your jaw before capturing your mouth in a kiss. It started soft, and for a moment, the storm disappeared, your hands finding themselves tangled up in his messy waves, and then his tongue pressed forward, and it pulled a moan from somewhere deep inside you. 

There was no more talking. Only the feeling of your heart racing, your cunt aching, and his comforting weight pressing you into the shelter, that is, before he shifted his hips and the considerable heft of him was slotted perfectly against where you needed him most. 

The slip of his warm palm from the trembling skin of your belly raised goosebumps in its wake, and pulled a gasp from your mouth into his when it glided under your shit and landed on your breast. Those deft fingers you’d seen working away on all manner of things on this island, now plucked deliciously at your nipple. 

It was almost violent, both the storm outside, and your haste to divest him of his clothes. The need to feel that golden skin on yours was a hunger pang, both terrible and euphoric, that burned as brightly as the flashes of lightning that lit up the shelter. His eyes shone with the same intensity you felt, and instantly, he moved away to help you, too, the two of you scrambling with a ferocity that bordered on anger. 

“God, you’re so fucking hot–” He hissed the words onto your face before kissing you again, and any softness was gone, his teeth clicked against yours before his tongue took yours and laid down the law. Your skin burned with want, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back before you moved your hand down between you to finally grasp his cock. He pulled away from your mouth to stare down where you held onto him, drunk with the sight of just how big he looked in your grip. 

“Is this what you’ve been wanting?” He held himself above you, watching as you stroked him slowly. 

“God, yes, I wanted this - I want you to fuck me–” you swiped your thumb over the head, fat pearly drops of his own arousal making it slippery, “I want you to come inside me, make me feel good-” You didn’t get to finish your sentence before his mouth claimed yours once more and pulled your hand away in order to slip himself between the lips of your sex, coating himself in you for a moment before he finally slipped inside. 

“Jesus Christ, man.” You breathed the words onto his face at the stretch, at the way he seemed to have taken up every inch of space inside you, making you overflow with him. He didn’t give you any time to adjust, his hips snapping in a toe-curling rhythm. For a few minutes, there were no more words left, the only thing you can manage is to whimper, then moan in earnest when he ducked his head down to capture a nipple in his mouth. Your fingers like talons in his hair, keeping him close to your breast while your cunt soaked him in your want.

He let go of the perky bud with a pop, his eyes glazed. 

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna come so fast,” he almost slurred his words, pussy drunk, “your tight little cunt is gonna make me fucking come–” He sped up, his cock punching into you hard enough to make your breasts bounce, hard enough to make a lewd noise where you’re joined and you desperately wanted him to slow down so you can catch up. 

“Wait–” Your legs squeezed where they’d hitched up high on his hips, “Frankie–” His rhythm stuttered for a moment before he thrust again, deep, filling you with his come, and you almost cried at the thought that he might be done so soon.

“Fuck-” He ground himself as deep as he could, milking himself inside you for a moment before pulling away abruptly, hissing through the oversensitivity to look at his handiwork, “that’s so fucking pretty baby, look at me dripping out-” He smiled at you, almost laughing at the look of anguish on your face at the emptiness, “what’s wrong?” His hand rubbed at your belly for a moment before it slipped down, and two big fingers filled you back up. “I know you didn’t come, but you don’t think I’m just going to leave you like this, right?” He pumped slowly, making you keen when he pressed against something holy inside of you. “No, I got you, baby.” 

One moment he was kneeling between your legs, and the next, he was flat on his belly, his face pressed up against your pussy, tongue right on the button of your clit. 

The moan you let out was obscene. His tongue circled your clit with devastating precision, over and over again, until you were staring down at him with your mouth open, begging and praying incoherently for him to keep going just like that. His eyes were bright, laser-focused on you just like his tongue, and his free hand came up to hold onto your breast, pinching at your nipple, and all of a sudden, the sting snapped, the wave crested, and you practically folded in half, swearing loudly as you gushed around his fingers.

-

You weren’t sure how much time passed, but the storm got a little stronger, and louder as you both lay in the shelter, quiet and content to hold each other. Lightning turned the darkened skies into day for a moment before the boom of thunder shook you to your core. 

“It’s okay, just loud.” He said it softly into your ear with the same patience he’d had when he bandaged your foot, the comforting words dads usually used for their children.

“I know, it just startled me.” 

“Force of habit.”

“Your daughter, is she scared of thunderstorms?” You turned towards him, making yourself comfortable in his embrace.

“Only at first.” His smile was wistful, “She always jumps from the first big boom but then laughs,” his eyes crinkled, and it was hard not to notice just how handsome he is, the care and love he has for his daughter shining out through his eyes. “Sorry, I just miss her a lot.” It faltered, that handsome smile, and it made you sad for him.

“Don’t be sorry. I can’t imagine how hard all this must be for you.” Guilt swirled in your chest at the way you’d treated him before, at your general attitude towards everyone up until getting stranded. “I’m sorry about how I was–” He shook his head no, much too kind, kinder than you deserved, and you pushed through. 

“No, let me say it. I’m sorry about how I treated you - I was horrible.”

“You weren’t that bad.” 

“Yes, I was, so spoiled and insensitive, I didn’t even give your situation a second thought. All I cared about was myself and I can’t even believe it now. I’m sorry. I’m really lucky to have you here.”

“Thank you,” he smiled, one of his palms rubbing your back soothingly, “you’ve definitely had a big turnaround.” He laughed, and you smacked his arm playfully. “I’m lucky you’re here too. I would have been miserable by myself.” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, and you couldn’t help but sigh at the simple comfort human touch could bring. “Not sure you would have ever agreed to go out with me had we not been stuck here together.” 

His words were light, and for a moment, you wanted to protest, but you didn’t think you could, and it shamed you further.

“Oh god, what a moron I was.” You groaned, pressing your face into the warm skin of his neck. 

“You weren’t a moron, maybe a little oblivious, and I don’t mean that in a cruel way. You and I are in very different circles. I doubt our paths would have even crossed, but I’m glad they did because as much as you have the power to drive me nuts, I really like you.” His hands continued their comforting sweep across your skin, lulling you into the most relaxed state you could remember being in, in a long time. 

“I would have been an idiot to not give you a chance. You’re so sweet and smart, and so strong, so fucking handsome, too. You take care of me and make me laugh, and you have done your best to keep us both safe and sound and I’m just - I’m ashamed that maybe in the past I would have been too shallow and stuck up to notice.” The storm abates as you confess some feelings you’d been harboring. 

“Don’t beat yourself up about it. I think I probably would have dismissed you just as quickly for similarly shallow reasons. As gorgeous as you are, I most likely would have written you off as some rich trust fund-baby.” He half-shrugged.

“I’m still sorry. It’s because of me that we’re here.” 

“I could have said no.”

“I pressured you with money. I pushed even though you’d said it was unsafe.”

“I still could have said no. Let’s just forget it all, everything that happened before we got here. Point is we’re here, and we have to keep it together until someone finds us.” His hand kept its rhythm, sweeping over any and all skin, casting its spell of comfort until both it and the storm lulled you into a deep, dreamless sleep. 

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[lilsedge]

The Best Secrets

Bad bunny x Dominik Mysterio twin reader.

Request by: @lokis-queen01

No warnings

Readers Pov

Me and my twin brother Dominik joined the Judgement day back in September of 2022. Life has been great with them. I started new friendships and so did Dom. Dom even started a relationship with Rhea.

We are currently in Puerto Rico for backlash. Where Rhea is going against Zelina and Damian is going against Bad Bunny.

It’s Friday night, so we are getting ready for smackdown. I was with the group backstage, but I still managed to get lost. I don’t know how I do it. I keep walking until I hear footsteps running towards me, “bebita, wait up.”

“Oh hola, guapo,” I replied back. Bad Bunny is my boyfriend. It’s been a secret though nobody knows except us. Not my family, friends. Not even his family or friends. He grabs my hand bringing me to a place backstage where nobody was. Bunny starts off by saying, “bebé what if you join the LWO tonight.”

I chuckle, “babe, it’s going to take a lot more convincing than that.”

“Well you see,” he continues, “how many matches have you been getting.”

“Not that many, but it was like that before,” I reply.

“I get that yes, but your father has changed and he could get you more matches now.” He says.

“Plus,” Bunny pauses, getting closer to me, “I’m gonna join tonight.”

I give him a peck on the lips, “You know I love you too much.”

“I know,” he replies with cockiness, “If you love too much you can join me and we can finally show people we are together.”

“I do like that idea,” I giggle.

“So let’s do it.”

I smile at him and nod, “ok, okay yeah let’s do it, so I can finally show everyone who owns me heart.”

We kiss one final time before we part ways. I finally found the way to my dressing room.

Smackdown starts with the LWO. While waiting backstage to go out to ring realization hits. I’m actually betraying my twin today in a few minutes. The Judgement day theme song starts up. Me, dom, Rhea and Finn all walk out together.

While walking up the ramp I giggle at Finn saying hola a bunch of times. We stop at the top of the ramp as Dominik rips a LWO shirt from a fan and rips it down the middle. Walking up the steel steps I pick up one of the mics that is laying there. Finn sits on the middle rope pushing the top one up for me to get in easier. I look at my twin and see Dom doing the same for Rhea. Then I look at my father and his team. That is the team I’m going to be on by the end of the night.

Dominik tries to say something to our father in Spanish, but like always the crowd boo’s louder than him. My thoughts are to wild to even think right now I don’t focus on much for this promo.

All I know is that a mixed tag team match is happening between Rhea and Dom vs Our father and Zelina. With that we leave the ring Dominik sitting on the middle pushing up the top rope again, but I don’t go through knowing he’s going to hit our father.

He gets up from the rope going the slap Dad. I get in front of him. He comes to a stop looking at me confused. I didn’t have to turn around to face the LWO knowing they also looked confused. I don’t speak to Dominik or nothing I just shake my head. Dominik just scoffs and leaves the ring. I’ve never him or Rhea and Finn so mad at me before.

Once they leave up the ramp. I finally turn around to meet my fathers gaze. He just brings me into a tight hug.

Smackdown is almost coming to an end which means it’s the mix tag team match going on. People are probably confused why I’m not out there with either the Judgement day or the LWO. It’s because I’m standing here with my boyfriend. My nerves finally start to hit when I realize we are going to become internet official in less than 15 minutes.

“Bebita, it’s almost time for us to go out, you’ve been in your own world. You okay?” Beni questions.

“Oh yea I’m fine it’s just it’s all becoming real soon,” I reply.

He just nods and gives me a quick peck on the cheek before we meet up with the LWO boys. Bad bunny’s theme song plays as we all make our way from backstage. Me behind all the boys. Beni tells the LWO boys to go attack Finn and Dom while he just walks to Damian. I follow slowly behind him knowing not to get in the ring tho.

I make my way to Zelina instead, checking to see how she’s doing after that brutal match. The LWO and I make our way to the ring after the Judgement day leaves. I go straight to Beni's side. Rey pulls out a shirt for bunny then pulls out another one for me. I smiled at my father and put it on throwing the judgment day one I had back at them.

Bad bunny grabs me. I look up at him, grabbing his face and giving him a really passionate kiss. After a few seconds we had to pull away because I couldn’t stop laughing. The look on my brother's face is so funny. The LWO is just jumping up and down happy for us.

This is how I wanted life to be. With my father again and finally telling people who owns my heart. The only part missing in this almost perfect story is my brother who’s been there forever with me. We’ll get there soon. I just have to enjoy the happiness I have right now.

[akocomyk]

Believe it or not, I'm very happy

Long post ahead. Just wanna put all my thoughts here in one post.

Chronicling my reactions during the 71st Miss Universe pageant.

The opening number reflects the culture of New Orleans. I love it.

The introduction of judges got messed up—the cameras pan on the wrong people. I think they only got the first and last ones correct.

Olivia Culpo is more energetic now—I think it’s just because Jeannie Mai was her co-host.

Announcement of the Top 16

Puerto Rico – Of course. I expected this. 😊

Haiti – ABSOLUTE SHOCK 😱

Australia – she was in my radar. I included her as one of my alternates.

Dominican Republic – Called it.

Laos – A shock, but I felt it. Annie called me out on this when I posted my predictions and asked why I didn’t include her in my final predictions despite indicating many times during the preliminaries that I think she has a very pretty face. I was laughing when I chatted Annie saying that Laos made it.

South Africa – Expected it.

Portugal – GAAAH I was so happy with this. 😁

Canada – Nowhere near my radar. 🤯

Peru – I contemplated hard on whether or not I’d include her as one of my alternates—I picked Panama instead. BUT I did notice her.

Trinidad & Tobago – Didn’t like her at all, despite many pageant analysts see her as a dark horse.

Curaçao – YES! 😁

India – Many analysts were including her in their lists, primarily because of her speaking skills. I just felt her performance in the preliminaries was a bit middling.

*Commercial* At this point, I was already doubting that Philippines would be called. Only four countries are left, and I was thinking those spots would be for the USA, Philippines, Thailand and Mexico. 🙃

Venezuela – ALAS! Forgot about her earlier, but totally deserving.

Spain – GAAAH! A sentimental favorite of mine. I’m already in bittersweet emotions right then since the Philippines still hasn’t been called. 🥳

USA – MY frontrunner. OF COURSE. Upon her announcement, I chatted Annie, “Parang laglag na tayo ah” 🤩

Colombia – Expected this. But I don’t think she’d win.

Welp. That was it. I didn’t want to stop watching since my best bets were still there, and—including Laos (my uncalled favorite) and Australia (one of my alternates)—I got 11/16 of the semifinals.

None of those I put in the Lower Tier made it. I knew it. I KNEW IT. Also, none of those whom I had gut feels would make it didn’t either, which I guess is good?

After that, I said “Bohol should’ve won MUPh 2022.” Judging from the videos about the semifinalists, they all seem to have concrete advocacies, inspiring stories and something that makes them stand out aside from just being a pretty face. They are potential “transformational leaders.”

Celeste lacks this. She doesn’t have an advocacy that makes her unique. She doesn’t have anything rather than “being authentic” and “being relatable through my struggles.” Gurl, if that was what Voltaire told you to say, HE DESTROYED YOU. Everything that she says—although it all seems true and eloquently said—feels like lip service. More than half of the candidates have the same script.

Annie asked me where I think Celeste went wrong.

Judges at the prelims already know something about the girls. They start with the interview, don’t they? So before the candidates step out on the stage, the judges already know who to look out for. Odds are, they’d give high scores to the girls who they think deserve to be a semifinalist based on personality and credentials alone, as long as they don’t give a trashy performance.

If Celeste failed her interview, her only chance is to give the BEST performance on the prelims.

Unfortunately, Celeste gave a middling performance at the preliminaries. She wasn’t the best during swimsuit, but she did very well on evening gown—despite not having a very flashy dress. Regardless, she was still one of the standouts from those competitions.

At least half of the other girls who made it to the Top 16 were inferior to Celeste when it comes to stage presence. What was their edge? As I said, they have inspiring stories.

It has always been like this. Pia, Catriona, and the other queens in the IMG era… they all had stories to tell. The branding and the owner has changed, but the evolution has already started years ago. And the Trump era standards have already been downplayed for quite a while.

Which gets me back to my statement. Bohol should’ve won, based solely on the responses in the final question at Miss Universe Philippines. And she has done other things other than being just a model.

GOING BACK to Miss Universe.

Swimsuit Competition

Puerto Rico – YES, GURL! TAKE IT!

Haiti – Yow. That walk is why I didn’t expect her to be here.

Australia – Damn that ripped body. The way she walks feels so… harsh though.

Dominican Republic – Since Mexico is out, you’re in my Top 5. 

Laos – Again. PRETTY FACE. It’s just. Ugh. What’s with the slow-mo walk and quick turn? That needs more practice. 🤨

South Africa – Beautiful performance. Not the best one, though.

Portugal – Yaaaay! She’s fighting! Loved her in Miss Earth 2018, still love her now. 🥰

Canada – Did she add another layer of cape? What’s with all the ending twirls? This isn’t Miss Grand. It’s poorly executed too. 🙃

Peru – See that? This is why I contemplated putting her in my list.

Trinidad & Tobago – Love pink on her skin. Love the fierceness she projects.

Curaçao – GAAAH! YES!

India – She has an amazing body and a good pasarela. Her cape really reflects the Indian culture.

Venezuela – Really good. She’s IN IT to WIN IT. Love the art on her cape.

Spain – Love seeing the painting on her cape. She did a good job. Many candidates are just better.

USA – YES! YOU ARE THE LAST HOPE OF THE FILIPINOS.

Colombia – It’s hard to keep up with USA after that performance.

My clear standouts are Puerto Rico, Dominican Republic, and USA—Curaçao close behind them.

Evening Gown Competition

I’m in love with the background music haha!

Puerto Rico – Didn’t change her gown. Why change when there's nothing wrong with it? I loved seeing her in that gown again.

Haiti – Better than her swimsuit performance, but still not there.

Australia – Didn’t like her styling. I wish she should’ve picked a gown that softened her image a little bit ‘coz I think her body’s just too in-shape. The performance was better than in the prelims, though.

Dominican Republic – I’m so happy she didn’t wear her rehearsal gown. This gown is immaculate. And her styling? I think I’m looking at a different woman from what I’ve seen during the preliminaries. 🤩

Laos – She used a nude-colored gown. It didn’t help her.

South Africa – After all the muted colors the came before her, THIS IS A GOOD CHANGE. I love the vibrant color. I love the design. I love the pocket, I don't think I've ever seen that in Miss Universe before.

Portugal – Love her, but… Another silver gown? It’s good… but… there’s a “but.” ☹️

Canada – I love her white gown with that feathery cape.

Peru – I love the sparkly silvery gown, probably better than her prelims gown. She’s good.

Trinidad & Tobago – The color of her gown reminds me of Ms. Trinidad & Tobago’s gown back in 2010. 

Curaçao – Thank god for the lavender ombre at the bottom. Beautiful, still. However, I wish she had picked a different gown. This one doesn’t stand out amongst the others.

India – What’s with all the silver gowns???

Venezuela – *gasps* 🤯

Spain – Another mute-colored gown. It looks good on her, but I wish she walked with more confidence.

USA – *another gasp* like… I still haven’t recovered from my gasp at Venezuela’s gown, then here comes another one. But… RIAN FERNANDEZ made this, RIGHT???!!! *screams in silence 🥳

Colombia – Her preliminary gown was better.

My standouts for gown are USA, Venezuela, Dominican Republic, and Puerto Rico (in that order), Curaçao at fifth.

Combining the scores I’ve given to all candidates, my personal Top 5 are—from 1st to 5th—USA, Dominican Republic, Puerto Rico, Venezuela and Curaçao.

Announcement of Top 5

Okay. I only have one constant reaction during the announcement. Venezuela was called first, then USA, and then others. One by one, my Top 5 is becoming a reality. I WAS SO HAPPY. I couldn’t contain myself. I was screaming.

These girls are also the ones who were at the top of my predictions. I got 4/5 of the finalists, and I ranked Dominican Republic at 6th. I was so close.

This same instance happened when I made my predictions for Miss Universe Philippines 2020—Rabiya Mateo’s year. I got 4/5 of the Top 5—Alaiza Malinao of Davao City didn’t make it—but I had Rabiya at 6th place.

Top 5 Q&A

After hearing all their answers, I thought USA and Dominican Republic were sure in the Top 3. And the last spot would be… Venezuela? I just thought Puerto Rico and Curaçao’s answers were too generic.

Announcement of Top 3

This was just a series of me chatting “I TOLD YOU SO.” to my friends, as my Top 3, once again, materialized into reality.

Top 3 Final Quesion

Dominican Republic – She answered too monotonously. She’s like a recorded audio. She’s my 2nd Runner-up

USA – I’ve never been so satisfied with an answer since Catriona’s final question back in 2018. USA’s gonna win.

Venezuela – Flowery words delivered with conviction, but lacks depth and context. She did not personalize her answer as much as she could. She did better than DR though.

At that point, I knew it was gonna be between USA and Venezuela—and I was leaning a lot more towards USA.

And who was the last two holding hands before the new Miss Universe was announced?

Eventually, Ms. USA was crowned as the new Miss Universe.

Yep. I should really consider becoming a pageant blogger.

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[captainvoyager]

The First Time Means There Will Be More Times

Yes, the year is 2022 and I'm writing a Unholy Trinity Poly relationship series. Because why the hell not?

This is could be be more canon adjacent than canon. A lot of canon moments will be used but twisted to fit what I'm setting up.

Sometime after Hold On to Sixteen The first time it happened, it was raining. Great big clouds hung over Lima like the sky had turned into frosted glass. Drops of rain fell lazily from the sky as cars rolled down the highway and people scurried to dry shelter.

Quinn had waited until she knew Brittany and Santana would be back to the Lopez residence from Cheerio practice. She was coming over because they had a history project on 1900’s Puerto Rico to work on together. They had been grouped together by a teacher who knew working with Brittany took a unique set of skills. Quinn was excited as this was a rare chance to work together again on something not glee club related.

“Hey Q,” Santana said with a bright smile on her lips. She had changed already from her uniform to an old gray pair of Brittany’s sweats - rolled two or three times at the waist - and a plain black tank top.

“Hey S,” Quinn smiled back. She had gone with gray sweats and an oversized hoodie herself today. Comfortable beating fashionable.

Quinn was still very much getting used to the happier and more open Santana. The weight of hiding with Brittany being lifted off her shoulders had done wonders for her mood. Outside of any conversations about her grandmother or Finn Hudson and lady music, of course.

“Britt is already in my room. I figured we could work for a while and then order some pizza?” Santana stepped back from the entrance.

“Sounds good. Judy is out for the night. Some women’s group she joined to try to make friends with other divorced women,” Quinn explained. She slipped her jacket and shoes off before walking with her backpack deeper inside the large home.

“My parents have something out of town this weekend,” Santana opened the door to the stairs that lead down to her basement where her bedroom was. "So free pass to eat pizza and stay up with you and Britt until 3 am."

“Your parents are letting her stay over?” Quinn asked as they walked downstairs. It wasn’t a question of Brittany’s parents letting her do something like staying at her girlfriend’s house. The Pierce’s were always willing to let Brittany freedom to do more or less as she pleased.

“I sort of explained to them that since I was disowned. I couldn’t really sleep all that well. During the week it’s sort of on an “as needed” basis. So if I can’t sleep two nights in a row they let her stay the third night. Pretty much every weekend she’s been over on Friday and doesn’t go home until Sunday morning for her afternoon Motocross practices,” Santana replied with a soft voice.

Quinn smiled at the Lopez’s allowing Santana to take comfort in the person who had always done the best at comforting her. It was rare to find someone who could make a person find peace after the slap in the face that Santana’s grandmother had given her. Just barely metaphorically.

“You love her,” Quinn asserted.

“Since before I knew what the word really meant,” Santana nodded.

There was a movie room just off the stairs. It had two large fluffy couches sitting side by side and a sixty inch projection screen on the wall. And enough space between the couches and the wall for Brittany and Santana to dance when the mood stuck. Her bedroom and attached bathroom were at the rear of the basement. Just across the hall from where the furnace and hot water tank were.

When Santana opened her bedroom door, Brittany was laying on her stomach on the bed in a pair of cut off jean shorts and a tie-dyed tank top reading from Santana’s notebook.

“Hey Quinn!” Brittany greeted with an enthusiastic smile.

“Hey Brittany,” Quinn smiled.

Santana sat on one side of Brittany on the bed. Quinn set her bag down after taking her notebook out before sitting on the other side.

“There are three parts to the project,” Quinn said as she flipped to the right page. “Why don’t we each take a section to focus on?”

“I want the first section on government. I can weave in some Spanish translations which will give us a boost, I think.” Santana said, looking over Brittany’s shoulder at her own notebook with her slanted left handed writing covering the page. Wordlessly she slipped her hand under Brittany’s tank top to spread her fingers over the warm skin of her back.

“That’s a good idea,” Quinn nodded. “Brittany, why don’t you take the section on entertainment? You can break down some of the dance culture and the styles.” She offered to try and give her something she knew Brittany would both excel in and something Quinn knew Brittany was confident in herself to get right.

“Yeah?” Brittany brightened at the suggestion.

“Neither Santana nor I could explain the dancing like you,” Quinn smiled down at her.

“You’re a genius,” Santana confirmed.

----

After two hours of working on the project, they ordered pizza. Pizza they washed down with a couple of beers each. Now the three were laying on Santana’s bed together.

Quinn no longer was a big drinker - not that she ever really had been. The buzz tonight was more comforting than she had felt before. Not a heavy weight that blurred her vision or made her feel sluggish. It was just strong enough to stop her mind from racing.

Santana had some indie music playing with only a single light on. Between the buzz, the low music and the warmth of Brittany on one side and Santana on the other, Quinn felt more warm and relaxed than she had in a lifetime.

Brittany rolled from her back to her side to rest her head against Quinn’s right shoulder.

“You have pizza sauce on your cheek,” Santana said once she rolled to match Brittany’s position.

Quinn licked her thumb before trying to clean it off. “Did I get it?"

“No,” Santana leaned up without thinking to lick the little bit of sauce off of Quinn’s skin.

It had been an impulsive moment. One that was ill thought out and reckless. Yet it hadn’t felt wrong to Quinn. Just surprising.

“You want to kiss my girlfriend,” Brittany said knowingly. “I have this super power that I can feel a tingle when someone wants to kiss Santana. It goes off all day at school because she’s super hot. But it’s tingling like crazy right now.”

Quinn started when Brittany spoke but she couldn’t deny what she was saying. “She’s your girlfriend, Brittany.”

“She is,” Brittany wrapped her arm around Quinn’s waist. “But sharing with you doesn’t make a knot form in my belly like it used to when I was sharing with Puck or Finn or Sam. Sharing her with you feels like taking a breath. Like it’s an automatic.”

“We’re the Unholy Trinity,” Santana’s voice was as rough as sandpaper. “We’re a unit.”

“You don’t have to kiss her and if you don’t we’ll spend all night playing music and laying here and nothing changes,” Brittany promised her. “But if you want to kiss her, all you have to do is ask her if you can and we’ll spend the night breathing together.”

Quinn’s buzz was gone and she desperately wanted it back. Because the dulling of her racing mind had gone with it. And right now all she could do was over think how very much she wanted to kiss Santana.

“Kiss me?” Quinn finally whispered.

Santana offered no snarky comment. She just leaned in to brush their lips together like it was the most natural thing in the world. And honestly Quinn thought it might have been. Between the weight of Brittany’s arm around her, the heat of Santana’s lips on her own, this was a real buzz.

Brittany watched as the pair kissed. Her eyes moving down the lines and curves of each of their faces. She saw the way that Santana's hand lifted to cup Quinn’s cheek and the way Quinn lifted a hand to the back of Santana’s neck to keep her where she wanted her.

“Beautiful,” Brittany breathed out.

Santana pulled away just enough to turn her head to look at her girlfriend. She looked down at Quinn again with one of her smiles big enough for her dimples to come out.

“You want to kiss Britt, Q?” Santana asked while her thumb stroked over her cheekbone. “I’ll warn you; it’s fucking addictive.”

Quinn soon found out just how right Santana was. Brittany was an excellent kisser. Not better than Santana though, just different. Her arm stayed around Quinn’s waist as the pair deepened the kiss.

“I get now why so many people in school were willing to kiss you,” Quinn closed her eyes when she pulled back.

“Santana won’t let me catch up on all the new people this year,” Brittany laughed at the way Santana rolled her eyes. “Not that I want to anymore. I’m a quality over quantity kind of woman now."

“Are you?” Quinn asked.

“Santana and you are the best quality I could ask for,” Brittany promised.

Quinn felt herself overheating in the warm bedroom with two bedmates. She pushed both Brittany and Santana back away from her enough for her to sit up. She tugged at her hoodie until she could worm her way out of it. She tossed it in the direction of Santana’s desk.

“A little warm, Q?” Santana asked as her eyes roamed over Quinn’s chest. Her bra was a dark blue with light blue birds on it.

“Shut up,” Quinn said with no bite to her voice.

“I have better things to do with my mouth anyway,” Santana bent her head to press feather light kisses over Quinn’s neck.

Brittany watched as Santana kissed over Quinn’s neck with a dreamy smile on her face. She lifted her arm from Quinn’s waist so her fingers could explore large expanses of pale skin. She watched as Santana shed her tank top - she hadn’t been wearing anything under it - and Quinn started to touch breasts that weren’t her own for the first time.

“Quinn,” Brittany whispered with a serious look on her face. “I know I want this, and I know Santana wants this. But I need to hear you say it. This means too much for us to not ask.”

Quinn lifted her hand up to cup Brittany’s cheek. Santana was nuzzling her neck now. She wasn’t pulling away but no longer kissing over her skin. She looked up into the bluest eyes she had ever seen as Brittany asked for consent before anything more happened. They were so full of love and trust and want. So different than any set of eyes she had seen in a moment like this.

“Yes,” Quinn found her voice. “Yes, I want this.”

Brittany bent down to press a searing kiss to Quinn’s lips. “Awesome."

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“So that’s why girls do that with other girls,” Quinn laughed an hour and a half later.

“And thank God they do,” Santana laughed as she turned her head to face Quinn and Brittany.

Santana was laying on her stomach with her arm across Quinn’s middle while Brittany laid on her other side on her side. Each had a cat that got the cream look on their face and more than a few dark marks that would need to be covered on their necks.

Brittany kissed Quinn’s cheek before returning her head to the pillow they were sharing. “How do you feel?”

“Honestly?” Quinn asked. She felt sore, a little sweaty, a little cold even in the warm room because of the dying sweat, but there was a warm clam over her she had never felt before. “Happy.”

Santana leaned up enough to press a sloppy kiss to her jaw. “Come shower with us? You can crash here tonight." She offered Quinn her hand as she got off the bed. “Come on babe."

The term of endearment caught Quinn off guard. She couldn’t stop the shy smile that came to her lips as she moved off the bed, her hand laced with Santana’s.

Tonight was the start of something Quinn didn’t fully understand. She was ready to jump in anyway. Santana and Brittany would catch her, she was sure of it.

[cto10121]

re-watched west side story (2021) on dvd!!! with a lot more of a critical eye than before, and there’s still plenty of good, bad, and ugly. i’ll try not to repeat myself

the good:

the dancing was largely on point, as it should be

tony learning spanish was still the cutest thing (although how in the hell could he write all of that down? is he using english phonetics or what?)

the tonight quintet was better done here than in the ‘61 movie. yesss

the actors were all consistently good, better than in the ‘61 movie. only exceptions i can recall is natalie wood in the ending scene; she had more dramatic weight than zegler.

the historical setting was well done. source: my dad, who was living in new york at the time

the sharks had genuine puertoriqueñan accents, a nice touch

mike faist killed it!!! that said, his singing left much to be desired, as did the jets’

i still say elgort and zegler had personal chemistry, better than in the ‘61 movie. it was the writing of their relationship that really sunk them as a couple. more on that below

cinematography, lighting, composition…yes, all better. the film people were very happy with this movie and rightfully so. the last ending shot was effective

i’m tentatively putting the cool reimagining here, although i felt it ended on a weak note (only riff singing? awkward). also the choreography of the original ‘61 movie really can’t be beat

lt. schrank and officer krupke were really well played, they killed it.

the bad:

missed robbins’ choreography something awful. it was still there in the broad outlines but that diamond-cut perfection was gone. his ballet fit bernstein’s music like a glove

the orchestra was really not as powerful, even woefully thin at parts, as the ‘61 or bernstein’s version with kiri te kenawa and josé carreras. they also tended to elongate some of the music artificially (dance at the gym: mambo was hit the worst). a waste of dudamel, frankly

tony should have been dubbed, yes. but so should have riff and diesel and the rest, lol. the jet actors in general were really awkward about the big swing numbers and their lyrical expression was not as good as the ‘61. you need a lot of cockiness, a lot of irony and cool self-detachment—you know, the ‘50s-style smoothness. but this is 2022 and no one has any chill whatsoever, so…emphatic flatness it is.

the screenplay exposition of tony kushner. i feel a lot better about it than i did when i first saw it in cinema, but i still prefer arthur laurents’ book. i kept mentally rewriting some of the lines. small example: when maria asks tony if he likes to dance tony says “no. i mean, yeah. i like it, a lot, with you” (?). just “i do now” would have sufficed!! convey the same idea but more succinct!!! the extra backstory of maria wanting to go to college was also useless and a lot of repetition in general. some of it even felt like fanfiction.

maria beginning the “maria cha cha” and tony copying her (yes, this deserved a whole bullet point). it was salvaged by some sweet choreography at the end, but oh, the cringe was bad. again, why ditch the fantasy sequences?

is it me or was tony’s love for maria better established than maria’s for tony? it didn’t help matters that they had maria push tony away and just…act very aggressive towards him in general? “you cannot stay here, go, what are you doing here, coming like a rat (?)” and that’s the bloody balcony scene! the fuck? this isn’t protecting him, this is downright abusive. does she even tell him about her feelings for him? why is tony consistently the one making the effort at romance? i also dislike the script’s flirting with the notion of tony’s wanting to date a puerto rican girl as “restorative justice” for his crime. nah, son.

america still sucked. the censored lines, the complete whitewashing of anita’s disdain for puerto rico, the softening of her desire to assimilate, bungling her loss of faith in the american dream after the rape attempt, and just her confused writing behind her character in general…the ‘61 version is still the gold standard.

“one hand, one heart,” the weakest song of the musical, being the most lovingly filmed of the love duets. side-eyeing you hard now

changing maria’s job from a dress shop/seamstress in the original movie to cleaning lady. because that isn’t stereotypical in the least

anita starting the mambo. “ponle huevo!!!” cringe. for one thing, the piece isn’t even a true mambo!!! it’s a latin jazz hybrid, which makes sense since it’s a “dance battle” between the two sides. at least they didn’t try to arrange it as a true mambo, that would have 100% been terrible.

the placement of “i feel pretty.” on stage it’s fine, but to go from the rumble to that…ouch, emotional whiplash.

the ugly:

the culture and language sociology made probably even less sense, if possible, than the ‘61. for one thing, the latino characters were way too comfortable with speaking spanish to the gringos (yeah, no. not at the time. there was huge pressure not to speak your native language in public + racism). ironic, given that the movie tried so hard to be more socially realistic than the ‘61, but it was still very confused. are maria, bernardo, and anita recently arrived or not? for how many years have they been in new york? because, babes: no immigrant fresh off the boat would join a gang—or even could. it’s the children of immigrants, born and raised in the states, but treated like foreigners that organize and join gangs. by all accounts, bernardo and maria should have been mostly raised in new york and speak fluent new yorkian or new yorican. anita can be the recently (3-5 years, give or take) arrived and still starry-eyed over america, land of opportunity. anita would definitely latch onto bernardo, who is american enough to impress her (social climbing up!) but still a latino who is all about the borricua(tm) pride. she doesn’t mind the english: on the contrary she insists on it, to get rid of her accent. maria is probably better with languages and white-American-passing, so she has no racial resentment or insecurities the way her duskier and less studious brother does. that way, when she and tony meet, then, they each believe the other is of the same race/ethnicity—they’re both assimilated enough for that misunderstanding to be believable. bernardo, of course, will be all about the island, even though he hasn’t been there since he was a child, probably. all three of them, then, should speak majority english. and there you go, my re-write of west side story sociology that no one asked for.

the swaths of untranslated spanish, which include actual character detail. the dvd subtitles only had a few spanish phrases, untranslated. in one scene, anita accuses bernardo of him not thinking she is family because she is black. not at all translated and completely missed (even by me in the cinema!). this movie had a lot of things going for it, but if only half of your audience can understand it, then it will bomb, period. also a big fuck you to international non spanish-speaking audiences

giving somewhere to rita moreno. #forever bitter

no, seriously, it makes no sense however way you splice it: artistically, dramatically, etc. rita moreno is old and her voice has deteriorated. valentina already had her “somewhere” with doc—she lived tony and maria’s dream of racial integration! why would she sing about wishing for something that already came true for her? for others, i guess? ugh, it sucks. i know that in the original broadway production the song is sung off-stage by an unnamed girl—a an ethereal voice off-screen would have definitely been way better than this. as it is, tony and maria have so few love duets in the musical proper, it would have made perfect sense if they had sung the song and given it full expression and weight. it would have been the musical justification for maria’s forgiving tony. the decision would have been a no-brainer and instead spielsburg fucked it up.

giving “somewhere” to rita moreno also discarded the emotional justification of maria’s forgiving tony, and so you get a lot of people getting major whiplash. in the original shakespeare juliet rationalizes (somewhat correctly) that tybalt would have killed romeo and makes the conscious decision of privileging her love’s life over her cousin’s. in the original broadway musical it’s implied that maria blames the tribal warfare than tony, “pushing” him to extreme (“but it’s not us, it’s everything around us”). this dialogue was cut and replaced by…nothing. yeah, kushner, give us nothing!

valentina’s character. making her doc’s widow was a cool, even clever meta touch. what was not cool was her blatant favoring of the puerto ricans instead of being the neutral party like doc was in the original. in the original, doc had very harsh words for the jets specifically—valentina doesn’t even give so much as a reprimand to the sharks for killing riff and escalating the situation. this makes no sense, given the backstory of valentina and doc’s successful interracial marriage. valentina of all people should have been the one to urge peace, be strongly against gangsters of all kinds, and support tony being with maria. instead she is consistently resistant and even critical (her dry trolling of tony learning spanish—what, she never taught doc spanish? usually latinos are thrilled when people learn spanish). it’s one thing for her to be skeptical of tony and maria’s whirlwind romance, it’s another thing to be mocking. tony has to remind her that him and maria is like her and doc’s relationship. just awful.

the overall thematic harping on ethnic division. the ‘61 movie at least had tony and maria shrug off their ethnic differences and treated them accordingly as unimportant. this adaptation was completely obsessed with racial hate to the point of…literally forgetting to condemn it at times? the jets were the main antagonists in the ‘61 version; here they are the de facto villains. the sharks are flattened to defenders. tony and maria are sidelined even harder. it was so bad that they had tony and maria arguing in the subway over which of their people had it worst (?!!!). tony and maria are not tribal people and by all accounts should not give a shit. i hate this rewriting of the basic dynamics of their relationship, i hate it

so yes, a lot of potential realized and squandered. the musical has always shied away from the full eroticism of the original r&j, preferring to focus almost exclusively on the tribal warfare, but in the past when bernstein was in control the music (and even sondheim in his more tender side) has always managed to carry that intensity of romantic feeling even when the book and direction failed it. now even the book has turned against tony and maria as it has forgotten the whole point of the musical in the first place. i felt this movie was so obsessed in “fixing” what was wrong with the original film that it forgot to actually do the thing justice. for my part, there is very little wrong with the original west side story film—pretty much only the needless brownface, maybe some of the broad characterizations, fixing some of the riddling sociology (maybe not even that, since it’s baked into the musical). but otherwise don’t mess with greatness!!!

[homestuck-and-the-monomyth]

Some election thoughts, now that all major news networks are calling it.

FUCK YES HE’S GONE!

That said, this is not the victory many of us hoped for. Biden will (likely) be the first president in 20+ years to enter office without the support of both chambers of Congress. This will put the brakes on basically any plans for reform of our system of government, and Republicans still have a massive structural advantage.

That said, don’t lose sight of the fact that genuine good has been done here. On Biden’s first day, every sick, twisted, racist, homophobic, misogynistic executive order Trump has signed will be gone. On Biden’s first day, we will no longer have a president who encourages right-wing, white supremacist paramilitary groups to intimidate voters and protesters. We will have a president who takes the threat of COVID-19 seriously instead of thinking about how it affects stocks and his campaign. Let me reiterate: ON JANUARY 20th, 2021, DONALD TRUMP WILL NO LONGER HAVE THE CONSIDERABLE POWER OF THE PRESIDENCY AT HIS NARCISSISTIC WHIM, AND THAT IS A VERY, VERY GOOD THING.

We aren’t nearly done fighting yet. Genuine reform will come when Democrats have control of the presidency, House, and Senate all at one time. I’m talking things like DC statehood, Puerto Rico statehood, abolition of the filibuster, court-packing. These are things Democrats genuinely want to fight for, because they’re as sick of the game being rigged against them as we are.

Speaking of fighting, the Senate isn’t decided yet. Control is likely to come down to 2 special elections in Georgia. Those races will decide whether the Senate ends up 50-50, with Vice President Kamala Harris casting the tie breaking vote, or whether Mitch McConnell gets to keep a 52-48 majority and block Democratic legislation at his whim. Georgia looks likely to go blue this election, but you better believe Republicans will put everything they have into trying to win those special elections. So we have to do the same. In the unlikely event this long-ass set of my ramblings reaches a Georgian voter, remember, your vote could quite literally decide this country’s future.

Remember what we’re fighting against. Remember if we lose the Senate, Biden will be unable to enact the reforms we want. Remember if we lose the Senate, the gridlock that will be caused will be on Mitch McConnell’s head. And remember if we lose the Senate, we get one more shot at taking it back in 2022. Remember to show up then as you did this year, because that will be our second shot at genuine structural reform in the US government.

Remember to fight for Democratic legislation as well. Call your representatives, call your senators. I encourage everyone to look at the following article for information on Nancy Pelosi’s legislative priorities. There’s good stuff in there, including healthcare reform, voting rights reform, and a $15 dollar minimum wage, and they’re designed to be broadly popular. While this makes them less sweeping than we might want, it also will make them easier for a combined Democratic President and House to pressure through a Republican Senate.

https://apnews.com/article/election-2020-joe-biden-virus-outbreak-health-legislation-42e07c78a0d058b364b774c78902b208

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If you go to another country and turn on the radio, you’ll stumble on an English song pretty quickly. Switching positions, your chances of finding foreign-language songs on an American radio station is pretty close to zero, with the notable exception of “Despacito.” The lack of non-English music has been pretty constant in the United States.

The situation just might be changing, however. Take Spanish, for example. With 41 million people in the United States speaking Spanish as a native language, it’s reasonable to expect Spanish to have an impact on the music market. At the least, Latin music impact is growing in this country. Popular hip-hop might still be sung most often in English, yet traces of reggaeton, a genre of music originating in Puerto Rico in the 1990s, can often be heard as well.

We wanted to learn more about the history of non-English music in the United States, so we decided to take a look at the songs that made it to the top of the Billboard Hot 100. Since mid-1958, Billboard has been the foremost resource for tracking singles in the United States. This gives us over 60 years to work with, and over 1,000 number-one hits. Despite that, only eight foreign-language songs managed to make it to the top of the list. Here, we look at each of them. Scroll to the bottom to listen to our playlist of all the songs, and read on to find out the stories behind them.

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Both of these were taken in Puerto Rico. One is from 2016, the other is a few weeks old. I am so filled with gratitude when I see these. Yes, there has been a physical transformation. Yes, my torso is like half the size of what it used to be. 🤣 But the biggest change is the one you can’t see - on the inside. The girl on the left was sad & insecure. She thought the only thing she had going for her were her looks (lol - not that you can tell from that picture 😂), and that if she didn’t marry well, her life would be over. She ate her feelings, was addicted to sugar and couldn't figure out why her digestion was acting up all the time. She was also still wound up in grief from recently losing her Daddy - I have compassion for her. The girl on the right has undergone tremendous growth. Whether she wanted it or not, life served it up on a silver platter and she decided to grab the bull by the horns. She forgave herself for past mistakes. She healed her broken heart. She found a man that didn’t have the bank account, but instead a heart bigger than any other she’d met previously. She went though 27 hours of labor and emergency surgery to bring a baby into this world. She learned how to be smarter with what she eats. She’s drinking ketones to help her mind & her body and to allow her to be flexible with her diet. She has a life purpose and a goal. I am that girl. So grateful for the journey of life and where it brought me. If I can do it, so can you!!!! Let’s claim 2022 as our year!!! (at San Juan, Puerto Rico) https://www.instagram.com/p/CYr3gWPPePF/?utm_medium=tumblr

[clevelandstate]

Celebrating Languages

This week people around the U.S. celebrated National Foreign Language Week – an annual event created to recognize what it means to study a foreign language and the roles that languages have in our lives.

With so many languages to study at CSU, we asked three different students studying three different languages – Spanish, French and Arabic – to share a little bit about their language journey.  

CSU: Tell us a little bit about yourself. NN: My name is Nashline, and I am a junior double majoring in Spanish and Teaching Education. I desire to become a Spanish educator for elementary/middle school education. Hopefully, and with the help of God, I will graduate in Spring 2022.

CSU: How did you come to study Spanish? NN: I am a native Spanish speaker and I love everything about my language. I am originally from Puerto Rico. The reason I got into studying Spanish is that I wanted to learn more about the language’s history and different dialects. I also think that being able to teach kids Spanish in the future will be an amazing journey. I believe that learning a second language deepens your connections with other cultures. Learning a second language exposes you to see the world in many different aspects, which to me is very powerful.

CSU: Does studying Spanish change the way you think about the world around you? Has it changed your perspective? NN: Definitely, even though I am a native speaker. Knowing many things about my own culture and language is one thing but learning more about it is different. While studying Spanish, I have been able to understand my culture better and gain knowledge about all the elements that created and changed our language. It helped me acknowledge the importance of valuing different dialects. Studying Spanish allowed me to make a connection with those who speak the same language and share experiences and different perspectives, which is important.

CSU: A lot of people find studying foreign languages to be too difficult, and they often give up. Do you have any tricks to help with that? NN: Although learning a foreign language is an option or desire that most people have, it is something that you have to be passionate about. If someone feels like giving up, they should start by remembering what got them into studying it in the first place. If they find a passion for the language among their reasons, they should continue until they make it.

CSU: What’s something interesting about Spanish that most people don’t know? NN: One thing that not everyone knows about Spanish is that the word itself has different names. The word “Spanish” in Spanish usually translates to “español,” but the only countries that call it that are the ones in Central America. Now, the countries in South America and Spain, except Colombia, call it “Castellano,” which means the same as “español,” or “Spanish.”

We asked Nashline to send us a clip of herself saying her favorite thing en español.  Check it Below!

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CSU: How did you come to study French? RJ: My mother studied French and because I was exposed to this idea at an early age, I just always knew I would study French. I didn’t necessarily have a firm plan to pursue a degree in French when I was younger, but by the time I was finishing high school, I knew I loved the language enough that I wanted to make it a major part of my studies. In fact, it became so important to me that I would not have chosen to attend Cleveland State had I not had the option to major in French!

CSU: Does studying French change the way you think about the world around you? Has it changed your perspective? RJ: I like this question. One thing I appreciate about knowing another language is that I can read the same text (primarily in a literature context) in both, and it gives me new insights. The actual process of learning the language has changed my perspective by opening a practical path to be a learner in every situation. To learn a new language and attempt to use it is like becoming a child again, but I think this is very good for our “adult” selves. It’s humbling to face a return to self-expression in highly simplistic terms.

CSU: A lot of people find studying foreign languages to be too difficult, and they often give up. Do you have any tricks to help with that? RJ: When I first started learning French, I imagined it as a disembodied entity, a tool I wished to learn to handle well. However, the further I got into language study, the more I realized just how much culture is intertwined with language. It’s possible to learn direct translations in a new language without actually learning how to communicate with speakers of that tongue. The way things are said, the order of words, the choice and availability of alternative vocabulary, are all reflections of a manner of thinking.

French is spoken in many countries around the world, and so it is impossible to say that you can understand the cultures of every francophone country by learning French. For the moment though, since I’m learning French in France, I’m re-orienting my own patterns of reasoning to understand those of native French. Later, I hope to do the same for French speakers in an African country.

All this is meant to describe the way that language-learning allows you to enter into the experience of someone from a different part of the world. In order to be motivated to learn to communicate in a new way, someone new to language-learning would need to acquire an interest in a particular culture first. My best “tip” would be exposure to the culture before any serious language learning even begins. This could be through a real, lived experience, through contact with people from the culture, or through online resources – even listening to music in the target language!

CSU: What’s something interesting about French that most people don’t know? RJ: In line with what I already said about language reflecting culture, it’s remarkable that the French language has a wider variety of verbs, nouns, and adjectives surrounding the process of preparing and enjoying food than does English. This makes sense given the importance of meals in French culture.

Because Rachel’s currently studying abroad in France, we asked her a couple of bonus questions on her experiences there.

CSU: How did you end up studying abroad? RJ: Ever since I started at CSU four years ago, I knew I wanted to study abroad for a semester. I hope to live overseas one day, so this experience was on the top of my list for my time at university. My plans were quite jumbled by the pandemic (as were everyone’s of course) but things worked out just right for me to still come to France for the current spring semester. It was a lot of work and honestly some very stressful weeks (*months*) to organize, but now that I’m here, it was worth it all! I never want to leave.

CSU: How does studying abroad change the way you learn French? RJ: When I arrived, I had the capacity in spoken French to make known what I wanted to say (most of the time), but it was very halting. Aside from facility with the language, however, I feel I’m learning a little more each day to speak in the WAY a French person speaks, not just in the French language. I would describe this as a shift from translation-speaking to natural-speaking. Also, now that I can read much more easily for pleasure in French, books and articles in French make up an even larger part of my language study than they did before. (The fact that there aren’t libraries of books in English available to me at the moment might also have something to do with this…) Studying abroad also makes me even more passionate about the language, because now there is a connection in my mind between the language itself and the people I know personally who speak it.

Check out Rachel’s favorite French phrase en français below!

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CSU: Tell us a little bit about yourself.

AD: I am a part of the CSUteach program, meaning I am receiving my BA in English and my minor in Education, which will certify me to teach grades 7-12. I am also receiving my minor in Arabic language and culture. In the summer, I will start a 500 level course for CSU’s program in Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages (TESOL) and I hope to continue into the M.Ed program after my graduation in 2022.

CSU: How did you come to study Arabic? AD: Ever since high school, I have loved learning languages. I started off studying Mandarin Chinese for 4 years. I already had prior knowledge of Arabic before formal study at CSU. Also, as a future ESL teacher, I hope to immerse myself in various languages so I can study, observe, and undergo the process of second-language learning pedagogy in order to best serve my future students.

CSU: Does studying Arabic change the way you think about the world around you? Has it changed your perspective? AD: Yes, learning any language has a significant impact on how one is able to view the world. Many doors open in regard to culture, connections, friendships, and work, among other opportunities. Arabic is a critical language that I suggest for those hoping to tap into a rich culture and connect with many kind people around the world.

CSU: A lot of people find studying foreign languages to be too difficult, and they often give up. Do you have any tricks to help with that? AD: Fortunately, I have a natural ability to pick up languages very easily. I am the joke among people I know because I have random phrases within my head that I have picked up from people I have met who speak different languages.

I think that second-language learning in the American education system is viewed as a requirement rather than a gift. If we look at other countries, many people speak two languages with ease. I think that if someone wishes to learn a language, they mustn't focus on the difficulties they face, but focus on their ability to learn at their own pace in order to grow their strengths. Learning a language comes easier for some, but respect and perseverance is something that we all have inside of us.

CSU: What’s something interesting about Arabic that most people don’t know? AD: If someone is unfamiliar with Arab and Middle Eastern culture, they may assume that Arabic is reserved for those following a specific religion. Arabic is a language spoken within 25 countries and each speaker is from a diverse ethnic, religious, and cultural background! Arabic is not reserved for one religion and not all speakers of Arabic are Arab. There are also many spoken dialects of Arabic but at Cleveland State we learn Modern Standard Arabic which is mutually intelligible by all speakers of Arabic no matter their national or cultural origin.

We asked Alyssa to send us a clip of herself saying her favorite Arabic phrase. Check it out below! Assalamu Alaikum (السلام عليكم)!

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Update: July 13, 2020 – We accept adapted this column with the aboriginal advice on the anew arise accession to the Disney Plus Brilliant Wars shows, the Carbon Wars activated aftereffect The Bad Batch.

The Rise of Skywalker will be the aftermost Brilliant Wars affection blur from Disney until at atomic backward 2022. However, admirers of the sci-fi/fantasy authorization will still get affluence of new live-action agreeable over the abutting few years. That’s because there are a ton of accessible Disney Plus Brilliant Wars shows in the works.

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The alive account is already home to best of the affection films, and it will accept all of them by mid-2020. However, Disney Plus addled it big with the absolution of its hit Brilliant Wars TV aftereffect The Mandalorian in November. Now, as Disney Plus has launched in Europe and India, alike added bodies will be able to clearly watch The Mandalorian and his adorable companion, “the child.” They will additionally be able to watch the all-new seventh and final division of the acclaimed activated alternation Brilliant Wars: The Carbon Wars.

But what lies advanced for Disney Plus Brilliant Wars shows? Let’s use the Force (or rather, antecedent announcements from Disney) to see into the approaching and get the advice on the service’s affairs for conceivably the better pop ability authorization of all time.

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Even afore the aboriginal division alone on Disney Plus, affairs were accepted for division 2 of The Mandalorian. It’s absolutely the better of the accessible Disney Plus Brilliant Wars shows. Pedro Pascal will acknowledgment as the (most of the time) helmet-covered compensation hunter. It’s added than acceptable that “the child” (aka Baby Yoda) will still be by Mando’s side. Division 2 will hopefully let us acquisition out added about the adolescent and why anybody in the Brilliant Wars cosmos wants to get him. Disney has said that the alternation will be apparent on the account in October 2020, and it won’t be delayed by the accepted COVID-19 outbreak.

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While best of the storyline for division 2 is still a secret, some elements accept leaked out. Variety arise that Rosario Dawson has been casting in the role of Ahsoka Tano. Ahsoka was, and still is one of the better characters in The Carbon Wars activated series. The above Padawan amateur of Anakin Skywalker has additionally appeared in the Brilliant Wars: Rebels activated series. This will be the character’s aboriginal actualization in a Brilliant Wars live-action project. It’s acceptable not a accompaniment that Dave Filoni, the capital administrator of The Carbon Wars and the architect of Rebels, is additionally an controlling producer, director, and biographer on The Mandalorian.

Rosario Dawson ability attending the part, but her articulation acceptable won’t bout up to the Ahsoka Tano we’ve accepted on the activated series. Ahsoka has been accurate by Ashley Eckstein aback the character’s admission in The Carbon Wars activated cine aback in 2007. Will Dawson articulation Ahsoka to the best of her abilities? Will Eckstein articulation Ahsoka over Dawson’s live-action role à la Sam Witwer and Ray Park as Maul in 2018’s Solo: A Brilliant Wars Story? Unfortunately annihilation has been accepted yet.

Many Hollywood industry letters affirmation that Boba Fett, the compensation hunter from the aboriginal Brilliant Wars cine leash that wore armor agnate to The Mandalorian, will be actualization in some way in division 2 of the series. Furthermore, The Hollywood Reporter claims Temuera Morrison, who played Boba’s dad Jango Fett in Brilliant Wars Adventure II: Attack of the Clones, will booty on Boba Fett in the series. Morrison has already accurate Boba Fett in the afresh remastered versions of the aboriginal Brilliant Wars trilogy.

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However, there may be a aberration to this story. There are added letters that amateur Timothy Olyphant has abutting division 2 as well. There’s no chat on what appearance he ability be arena yet.  However, the /Film armpit claims Olyphant was spotted cutting the Boba Fett armor while he was filming. It’s acceptable that Olyphant plays a appearance who activate the armor on Tatooine afterwards the contest of Acknowledgment of the Jedi, and absitively to accumulate it. That should accomplish for an absorbing episode.

If you accept apparent The Mandalorian division 1 afterpiece (spoiler alert), you saw Imperial governor Moff Gideon cut himself out of his ashore TIE fighter. However, he acclimated a altered affectionate of lightsaber that emitted a atramentous brand with a white border. Gideon was application the Darksaber, which aboriginal appeared in The Carbon Wars activated appearance as a weapon captivated in aerial attention by the Mandalorian people. Why does Moff Gideon accept it if he’s not a Mandalorian? That will hopefully be explained in division 2.

Also, Gina Carano has accepted she will acknowledgment to the series, arena the ex-Rebel armament soldier (and now mercenary) Cara Dune.

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Filoni will absolute at atomic one adventure of The Mandalorian division 2, as will the show’s architect Jon Favreau. In addition, Carl Weathers, who played Mando’s compensation hunter brotherhood baton Greef Kreega in the aboriginal season, will absolute an adventure for the added season.

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The success of The Mandalorian has allegedly acquired Disney to anticipate about added Disney Plus Brilliant Wars shows that could be spun off from this hit series. In February 2020, Variety arise that then-Disney CEO Bob Iger declared that the aggregation is attractive to add added new characters to the show. If popular, these characters could become stars of their own series. No specifics accept been mentioned.

Even admitting division 2 of The Mandalorian won’t admission until October on Disney Plus, Variety letters that autograph and pre-production has started on division 3. It would arise that Disney is admiring with the success of the aboriginal season, and the completed footage of division 2, to accept a third division of the series. Assuming the appearance is not afflicted by COVID-19 delays, assembly could alpha by the end of 2020 or aboriginal 2021, with a absolution in backward 2021.

Another one of the big Disney Plus Brilliant Wars shows in the works will focus on two of the best memorable characters in the blur Rogue One: A Brilliant Wars Story. Amateur Diego Luna will brilliant in the series, reprising his role as Rebel administrator Cassian Andor. The added abiding appearance is K-2SO, the above Imperial adherent that’s now programmed to assignment with the Rebellion. Amateur Alan Tudyk will afresh accommodate the articulation and motion abduction acting for the role.

The artifice of the alternation is alien at this point. The alone affair we do apperceive is that it takes abode able-bodied afore the contest of Rogue One (for accessible reasons) and it will be a “rousing spy thriller.” Assuming no delays due to the coronavirus threat, filming for the alternation should activate afterwards this year, for a 2021 bead date on Disney Plus.

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The added big new access in the Disney Plus Brilliant Wars shows is the untitled Obi-Wan series. Yes, Ewan McGregor, who played the role of the Jedi in the Brilliant Wars prequel films, is slated to acknowledgment to comedy Obi-Wan (Ben) Kenobi. Afresh not abundant is accepted about this alternation yet, added than it takes abode ancient amid the contest of the films Revenge of the Sith and A New Hope. Deborah Chow, who directed two episodes of The Mandalorian during its aboriginal season, will reportedly absolute all six episodes of the Obi-Wan show.

While filming was accepted to activate in mid-2020, assembly has now been delayed until aboriginal 2021. It may not arise on Disney Plus until backward 2021. Accumulate in apperception this one is still mostly rumor, admitting there is aboriginal affirmation to advance it will happen.

Disney Plus afresh alone the seventh and final division of the acclaimed Brilliant Wars: The Carbon Wars activated series. That appearance alien admirers to The Bad Batch, a accumulation of Republic carbon troopers with altered abiogenetic codes and talents compared to best of the added clones. Now, Disney affairs to absolution an absolute aftereffect alternation absorption on these troopers, Brilliant Wars: The Bad Batch.

The alternation will booty abode afterwards The Carbon Wars. We assume that the Bad Batch troopers were not afflicted by the Emperor’s Order 66 directive. The official columnist absolution states that the Bad Batch will be demography on “daring acquisitive missions as they attempt to break afloat and acquisition new purpose.” Dave Filoni, who led the aboriginal Carbon Wars team, is an controlling ambassador for this new series, which is due in 2021.

Variety letters Disney is developing yet addition new Brilliant Wars Disney Plus series. Not abundant is accepted about the show, added than it will be a female-centric series. The appearance itself is actuality created by Leslye Headland. She was the co-creator and showrunner of the Emmy-winning Netflix alternation Russian Doll that debuted in 2019. That appearance was a dramedy about a woman in New York City who gets ashore in a time loop. The appearance had a cardinal of sci-fi elements, so it would assume that Headland is able-bodied able for authoritative a Brilliant Wars series.

That’s a attending at all the Disney Plus Brilliant Wars shows advancing in the abutting brace of years. Which one are you attractive advanced to blockage out?

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I deleted this thinking I was outside the realms of reality and I probably still am, but I've decided to repost only because why should I delete it? Most of the sentiment is true and I'm not going to be shy or embarrassed about it. Fuck anyone who wants to be dick over it. Just because maybe it also focuses on one person, for everyone else- perhaps it focuses on you too, just as much.

Here is an novel/essay on my feelings. After this post I am going to try my hardest not to post anything else along these lines because I just don’t want to, I’ve said enough now. I’m just begging if I say anymore, and I don’t beg. I worry about some of the things I have said and I hope I haven’t overstepped a mark. I don’t really want to post this, but I feel if I don’t I may not get what I want, but then I may not get it anyway, so why not just say it and be done with it. Please don’t do anything hasty from this, accept what I have to say and don’t shoot it down in flames before thinking about it, because you never know, some things may be worth considering.

1. I am a true convert to Royal. You will not get me cruising with another company, not if I can help it. But I can not keep cruising on the same ships. I need to mix it up and see something different. I’m loyal to royal but I’m not loyal to the ships. I will be doing my absolute level best to see the other vessels within the fleet and if that means flying halfway across the world, so be it, I don’t mind, because I love to travel, but it does annoy me a little Australia misses out a fair bit.

2. I am saving madly to get to the Caribbean, Miami, London and the Netherlands. I am hoping between 2022-2025 these trips will happen. I can’t specify dates yet because I’m not in a position to and quite frankly I don’t want to say too much online about it, because I would like to make new friends in person where I get their contact details and maybe ask if they would like to be my personal travel guide when I finally get to these places. However I intend to stay for a full month when I do visit these four parts of the world. 

3. I’m not going to the Caribbean for 1 cruise. What a long way to go for just a week. I intend to pay for 2-3 back to back cruises within the Caribbean. I want to visit Coco Cay, Aruba, Curacao, Bonaire, and where possible; Jamaica, Mexico, Haiti and Puerto Rico. I am sold on Odyssey, she will happen, and I’m tossing up between Explorer, Oasis, Independence, Allure and Symphony. As for the Netherlands: Amsterdam, Zaandam, Zaanse Schans, Leiden, Lisse, Den Haag, Scheveningen Strand, Delft, and possibly Rotterdam are all places I intend to visit. 

4. Lelepa and Wonder of the Seas: I’m still hesitant, on these two, only because I have concerns, Australia will not be considered fairly when it comes to more information being released about them and Australia often falls into the Asian category when it comes to travel destinations. However if Wonder can be taken away from Asia then yes I will consider this ship. If Wonder is taken to Lelepa from Australia- I’m looking at Brisbane- then yes I will consider Wonder and Lelepa. If Wonder can not be taken away from Asia, then Royal and Brisbane better make some decent decisions when it comes to other ships in their fleet, that aren’t already here, such as Mariner, Navigator, Symphony, Independence, Allure, Harmony and/or Oasis to make their way to Australia for me to consider going. I’ll make that call when further announcements are made and on the completion of Brisbane’s new cruise terminal. I also believe Sydney is looking at building a new cruise terminal too, which I’d like to believe Royal will come to the party and provide Australia their “bigger and bolder” ships in confirmation and completion of that. Also I understand Lelepa will be different to Coco Cay but it better not be lacking too much. I would like some similarities for me to consider visiting. 

Before all of these changes of new cruise terminals are completed, I would love to see ships with similar sizing to Ovation, Explorer and Voyager (considering our ports aren’t big enough), visiting Australia more, as there’s not enough itineraries and I wouldn’t mind going from Australian port to Australian port; rather than heading to the South Pacific or New Zealand all the time. I don’t want to cruise with Carnival or Princess and no offense to the Radiance class ships, but they lack too many activities for me to want to jump on them, I know these ships do visit the Australian ports more; I just need a mixture of places to see and things to do on board. Not one or the other .

5. I am not interested in visiting Asia. There are few reasons why, I just don’t want to explain them here. Asia in general seems to have some amazing landscapes, and the people I know are wonderful but I would rather get fat than go to Asia. Unsure why I should, because I just said I have no desire to go, but, persuade me to go to India, Malaysia, Singapore and Japan and I will consider Quantum and Wonder. However will I be looking at a carbon copy of Ovation if I step on Quantum?

6. I am learning Dutch. I enjoy it. I will continue to say and write things in Dutch so I can continue to get a grasp on the language. I’m planning a trip to the Netherlands and the Caribbean. I know people in the Netherlands speak English but I think it’s only fair I learn their language too. I am also looking at Russian and Polish after I feel I have successfully got the Dutch language ‘down pat’.

7. Why Dutch? Why the Netherlands? There are several reasons, one I’ll explain later, I can count at least 5 reasons. Get time off and come and find me in Circular Quay checking out Voyager and Ovation and I will tell you why. Or better yet when it’s holidays, kom alsjeblieft naar Bairnsdale en vind me. Kom me alsjeblieft bezoeken, don’t fly straight home…

8. I cannot keep posting my music. My music tastes ranges from rock, pop, classical, electronic, dance, hip hop, rap, alternative, indie, folk, punk, blues and metal. Country is the only genre I suffer through. A few Australian country music stars however, can be tolerable like Lee Kernaghan. As long as the artist has 99% input into the way the music is delivered then I’ll listen. As much as I enjoy sharing my music, because I love music, there comes a point where you start to know too much about me, without actually getting to know me at all. You want to get to know me, talk to me. Here is a list of some the bands I have the most music of and if I could share my iTunes with the world I would, but I am not subscribing to several different streaming services to do so. Spotify is enough:

Linkin Park

Garbage

The Killers

Glass Animals

Arcade Fire

Peking Duk

Safia

Rufus/Rufus du Sol

Delphic

Florence and the Machine

Sia

Interpol

Kingswood

Major Lazer

Miike Snow

Kings of Leon

Gomez

Duke Dumont

Friendly Fires

Zhu

Jamiroquai

Spoon

Flight Facilities 

Arcade Fire

The Aston Shuffle

Fatboy Slim

Basement Jaxx

Chemical Brothers

Groove Armada

Marilyn Manson

Placebo

Foals

Nine Inch Nails

Mø

Arctic Monkeys

Cold War Kids

Hayden James

Mansion Air

Presets

Chvrches

Beck

The Rapture

The Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Jack River

The Prodigy

New Order

Depeche Mode 

Korn

Kasabian

Muse

Oasis

Gorillaz

Two Door Cinema Club

Calvin Harris

9. The list of emojis; There are stories behind them all. I will tell you if you want to say hi. ♉⚽🏊🏏🌹🇦🇺🔮🇳🇱🎶👻🚢✈🤸🐈🌷🌩. I’ve just explained the music emoji, I’ll explain my love of travel. I love my country I’d like to see Darwin, Broome, Perth, the coast of South Australia including Kangaroo Island, Tasmania and Northern Queensland. I want to go back to the US and Canada, and maybe New Zealand. As mentioned Netherlands, London, Caribbean and Miami are currently on my immediate list. I’d like to see parts of Russia, Poland, the rest of England, Scotland, Egypt, Morocco, Chile, and Peru. I work to earn money to travel and play pole. If money was no object I’d just spend my entire time travelling maybe I could study further and be a professional pole teacher, teaching all over the world? Just a thought. I like to spend my money on experiences and culture and education, not unnecessary things. So the aeroplane and ship emoji reflects my love for travel and cruising and ships in general fascinate me including the stories of ‘ghost ships’. Yet there will become a time I need to set up roots, sooner rather than later, and south east Queensland is currently getting my attention, but I’m not closed to the idea of moving OS either.

10. I will continue to be as honest as I can and saying things that may or may not sit well with others without name dropping. I don’t like sugar coating, yet somehow I live in a society where people get offended so easily. So I hold back. I say things on here and on my instagram because I can be me and say things that are true to me because somehow there are people who are offended in how I live my life, and it makes me worry about what our society is turning into where people are scared to say what’s on their minds or say how they feel without a keyboard. Too many people are wrapped in cotton wool these days, it’s why they get offended over the most miniscule thing. I think about that a lot, and that’s why I try and not care about other people’s opinions. It doesn’t always work but if you want honesty, check this out or instagram or better yet- get to know me and talk to me in person.

11. Let's talk about honesty for a moment. Lying and keeping secrets from me doesnt end well so don't do it. Being honest with me may upset me at first yes, but I'll accept it and let things be. Honesty is the best policy, regardless of how much someone may get hurt, just be honest.

12. This gets to my next point, why is it ingrained in current culture for arguments sake that men should be the one chasing the woman to get her attention. Why can’t the woman let the man know she’s interested? This whole ‘chase’ mentality just really needs to stop. She’s not going to play games with you when it comes to feelings so don’t string her along. Let your ego relax a little and let the woman ask you out. Let her ask you to come home with her, she’s wanting to get laid, and just as a guess you probably do too because you paid attention to her in the first place and wanted her to notice you. She might even want more too if it’s all worth it. She’d be open to anything ranging from friendship to lovers, to whatever works. We’re all adults and I’d like to think we all switched on enough to work out fairly quickly whether something is worth continuing or not. If he wants to do the work fine, I’m sure she’ll let him, but he shouldn’t be rejecting any effort from her when it’s given to him, because it’s probably taken her some courage to do so in the first place and wouldn’t he want the pressure taken off him just a little bit especially if he wanted her attention? She’s also probably just as interested, he would know if she wasn’t interested; and women can be capable too. 

Both parties should be able to meet each other halfway with effort, and work 50/50 to make a go of things. It shouldn’t be give and take and it shouldn’t be one party or the other doing all the work. It should fall on both sets of shoulders. A lot of women get tired of getting attention from guys, so they reciprocate that attention because they’re just as interested, by being proactive and doing something about it, and are more or less ‘ghosted’. That’s cowardly behaviour. If a man shows interest, follow through with that interest, don’t bail before giving anything a chance. Why can’t women make the first move to get what they want too? Didn’t the man initially get the woman’s attention because he wanted to sleep with her? Maybe she does as well…

Maybe it’s the social media. We all have it, we all enjoy it, it’s not going to go away, but it’s changed everyone’s ability in how to speak to one another. People are afraid to say how they feel now regardless of whether it’s good or bad. We can be keyboard warriors and armchair experts to strangers but we can’t have decent conversations with people we actually meet and want to get to know further, we are all too scared. How do you think your grandparents met each other? They didn’t have social media, they met each other in person, and spoke to each other in person and showed effort to each other. Maybe social media and the online world is what makes guys run away from normal or average or different because they are so used to seeing ‘perfect’ that anything different to ‘perfect’ hits them for six, and they don’t know how to handle it. I’m not perfect and I refuse to be, what a hard life that would be to live up to and expensive too. All that botox and plastic surgery just to be ‘perfect’ and to put on a persona that’s not me- no thanks.  I’m happy doing what I’m doing. I enjoy my exercise, it makes me feel good and that’s enough even though sometimes I do have doubts about my body, I see so much ‘perfection’ online that I often feel like I’m expected to look the same. I prefer to be stronger, fitter, have muscles and just be myself any day, than worry about what snap chat filter to use, or how much money I need to go under the knife or change my personality to impress people, so just take me as I am.

13. Also if you are in a relationship be honest about it. We don't need to see the ins and outs. That's no ones business other than yours and your partners, but leading other people on, showing other people your attention, letting them think that you're single and they may have a chance with you, when in actual fact you're not and they don't have a single chance whatsoever. That's not on. Not only does it upset the person your paying attention to, it will also upset your partner and then most likely everyone loses in some way shape or form. So just don’t do it. It's almost a form of cheating and I don't have time for cheaters. There will be no second chances with cheaters. If you are not 150% in your relationship and you want to be with and pay attention to other people, then break up. 

Once you make your partner feel like they're not the only one, whether it's cheating or not, that's a rule breaker. If you are paying attention and showing interest and appearing keen and single to others, when you're in a relationship, perhaps you need to take a good look at your own relationship and decide if it's for you or not. Maybe the relationship isn’t strong enough to keep going, sometimes you have to be honest with yourself, and especially if someone within the relationship, is wanting to make eyes at other people and wander, that’s not showing your partner any respect. (Not everyone deserves everyone’s respect, and that’s life, just don’t be unkind about it). Decide if things need to change and work on them. Don't throw your relationship away before you think about it properly, but if you’re not into the relationship 150%, throwing the relationship away is probably the best option. No one likes to break relationships up, but maybe walking away from the relationship is what needs to happen too. Look at Miley Cyrus and Liam Hemsworth? Sad they couldn't work it out and make they're marriage last, but they obviously weren't happy, and the following behaviour, especially from Miley where she wanted to wander, she really wasn’t ready to settle, she wanted to be with other people, now I think they are both better off apart. You should be in a relationship for the right reasons. Is there a reason someone is paying attention to someone else and showing them interest? Are they really ready to settle? Or do they still need time to be with other people?

If there's someone else, before you go breaking everyone's hearts, make sure that someone else gets your complete and full attention, don't go doing the same thing by paying a person number 3 the attention you paid person number 2, when you just left your last relationship with person number 1 for. Does that make sense? Prove to the current person you are with (even if it means you broke up with someone to be with someone else), that they are the only one for you, and that you only have eyes for them. They deserve that at least. Person number 2 doesn't need you running around behind their back giving person number 3 attention, just like you did with person number 1 to get to person number 2.

Just don't cheat. Break up before you move on is all I'm saying.

14. Going back to all things Dutch, maybe I’m learning the language for one of many reasons; to impress a guy and get his attention, and I don’t know how successful it is, but it’s my way of trying and/or making an effort because he is still in my head. He is Dutch, he works abroad for 95% of the year, he doesn’t even live in Australia and the situation is incredibly far fetched and that damn difficult, I don’t even understand why I would even want to pursue this idea, but if you really can’t let something go, you put in the effort, you try and want to make it work, right? He will not leave my thoughts and I miss him way too much, more than what I should. I would love it if he either let me make an effort or he made a little effort in return, but I don’t expect too much really, I’m sure I’m flogging a dead horse after eight months and counting. Maybe he’s just someone who’s very easy on the eyes 💪 who I can only like from a distance 😍. I would like to be his friend, I would like to take him home and have sex with him and I would like to get to know him. Situations can be hard, and situations can come with huge limitations and often situations distort reality, I get all that, but give me a little credit. I hope he thinks about me just as much as I think about him. I hope he misses me just as much and I hope some days he thinks about the exact same things as I do, like wanting to get to know me too, or wanting to come to bed with me… naked… 💋 I suddenly have Tove Lo’s Talking Body in my head.

15. If he wants to see me, or wants to give something a go with me, be it anything, then I’m giving him a few choices: Don’t fly straight home at the start of the holidays, come to Bairnsdale, het is niet zo moeilijk om een supermarktmerk in Bairnsdale te vinden waar ik voor werk, omdat iedereen boodschappen nodig heeft. Be my personal travel guide… Netherlands… Caribbean… Miami… Please transfer and be around when the 30/01/2021 arrives. I’d love to see a friendly and familiar face. I will be partaking in water slides, mini golf, ice skating, and laser tag and I will consider surfing and rock climbing. I still have around 14 months to go until my holiday and I’m not giving up hope that I will see him again yet but maybe one day I will if I can’t see anything working, I can’t hold on to nothing forever.

16. Would I like to contact him? Would I like him to contact me? Fuck yes, but I’m not here to beg for his attention. I also feel I shouldn’t, that I haven’t got the right to, so I sit here quietly thinking about him and doing nothing about it…. So, I’ve said my piece. I’m interested in him and I think about him every day. Everything tells me not to be, but here I am, still interested. I’ve tried contacting before it didn’t work, and I can only hope I see him again sooner, rather than later, for one last opportunity and where possible, there’s a way around the situation- whether it works or not, whether I can try and contact him or not, time will tell. I do think he’s around again for a reason, I just hope that, that can extend out until January 2021 if that’s the only chance available. If everything fails, it fails, and at least I can say I tried without bailing before giving it a chance and I’ll accept whatever life throws at me, I’m used to that. I will ask though; I’d like to know why Australia is on the cards again at the same familiar home? I appreciate it regardless and although I hate the fact I’m not around this time and it’s so long before my holiday and wishing I could find the time to see him sooner, I’m sticking around aren’t I? I’ll just be over there instead of the familiar, as I said I’m loyal. All I can say is, please accept my feelings for what they are. I can’t ask for my feelings to be reciprocated even though I would like them to be, I guess I would just like them to be have been acknowledged.

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CONCACAF Nations League revamp: All you need to know

The first edition of the CONCACAF Nations League began in September 2019. Here’s a guide for all you need to know about the competition.

What is the CONCACAF Nations League?

It is a competition between the 41 member nations of CONCACAF, the regional governing body of North America, Central America and the Caribbean. It was created to mirror the idea of the UEFA Nations League, aiming to provide more meaningful, competitive fixtures when international friendlies would usually be played. 

It was also noted that some minor nations were playing fewer than 10 games in a four-year period, and this gives them the chance of regular competitive football. 

So this means there are no more international friendlies?

CONCACAF nations will still play some international friendlies. Major countries in League A will have two spare dates in September to November 2019, as well as the March international dates. World Cup qualifying will then begin in September 2020. 

Does every CONCACAF nation take part?

There was an initial qualifying phase, from September 2018 to March 2019, between the 34 lowest-ranked nations in CONCACAF. Each team played four matches, creating an overall ranking from 1 to 34.

The top six teams qualified for CONCACAF Nations League A, 7-22 for League B, and 23-34 for League C. 

Costa Rica, Honduras, Mexico, Panama, Trinidad & Tobago and United States progressed direct to the final group stage in League A as participants of the 2018 World Cup qualifying Hexagonal. 

Guatemala did not take part in qualifying as it was suspended by FIFA at the time of the draw, meaning it must start in League C despite being a stronger-ranked nation. 

What is the format?

The 40 nations that take part in the CONCACAF Nations League proper are split into three”Leagues.” The strongest nations are in League A, and the weakest in League C.

League A: 12 teams, into four groups of three

League B: 16 teams, into four groups of four

League D: 13 teams, one group of four and three of three

Teams within each group will play each other home and away.

What dates are CONCACAF Nations League games?

Matchday 1: Sept. 5-7, 2019 Matchday 2: Sept. 8-10, 2019 Matchday 3: Oct. 10-12, 2019 Matchday 4: Oct. 13-15, 2019 Matchday 5: Nov. 14-16, 2019 Matchday 6: Nov, 17-19, 2019

What are the CONCACAF Nations League groups?

LEAGUE A

Group A: USA, Canada, Cuba Group B: Mexico, Panama, Bermuda Group C: Honduras, Trinidad and Tobago, Martinique Group D: Costa Rica, Haiti, Curacao

LEAGUE B

Group A: French Guiana, St. Kitts & Nevis, Belize, Grenada Group B: El Salvador, Dominican Republic, St. Lucia, Montserrat Group C: Jamaica, Guyana, Antigua and Barbuda, Aruba Group D: Nicaragua, Suriname, St. Vincent and the Grenadines, Dominica

LEAGUE C

Group A: Barbados, Cayman Islands, Saint Martin, U.S. Virgin Islands Group B: Bonaire, Bahamas, British Virgin Islands Group C: Guatemala, Puerto Rico, Anguilla Group D: Guadeloupe, Turks & Caicos Islands, Sint Maarten

When do United States and Mexico play?

United States: Oct. 11: Cuba, Audi Field, Washington, D.C. Oct. 15: Canada, BMO Field, Toronto Nov. 15: Canada, Exploria Stadium, Orlando Nov. 19: Cuba, Truman Bodden Sports Complex, George Town (Cayman Islands)

Mexico: Oct. 11: Bermuda, Bermuda National Stadium, Hamilton Oct. 15: Panama, Estadio Azteca, Mexico City Nov. 15: Panama, TBC, in Panama Nov. 19: Bermuda, TBC, in Mexico

Will there actually be CONCACAF Nations League champions?

Yes. The four group winners from League A will playoff in knockout format (semifinals, third-place match and final) in June 2020. The host nation has yet to be chosen. 

Is there promotion and relegation?

Yes, like in the UEFA Nations League the teams which finish bottom of the groups in Leagues A and B will be relegated. The teams that win their groups in Leagues B and C will be promoted. 

Does the CONCACAF Nations League affect the Gold Cup?

Yes. Qualifying for the 2019 CONCACAF Nations League served as duel qualification for the 2019 CONCACAF Gold Cup, with the top 10 ranked teams taking part in the finals. 

Also, the 2019 CONCACAF Nations League final tournament is qualifying for the 2021 CONCACAF Gold Cup. 

Automatic qualifying for the 2021 CONCACAF Gold Cup goes to: 

League A: The top two teams from each group League B: The winner of each group 

However, there will be a playoff path to decide the final four qualifiers. The four third-place nations in League A, four second-place finishers in League B, and four group winners from League C take part. 

Round 1: A two-legged playoff when a nation from Leagues B will play one from League C, scheduled for March 2020 Round 2: The winners from Round 1 will be drawn against a team from League A, to be played in June 2020, for a place in the finals.

When is the next edition of the CONCACAF Nations League?

It has not yet been confirmed, but with World Cup qualifying taking place through to October 2021, intercontinental playoffs in March 2022, and the World Cup itself in November 2022, it will not happen until after the 2023 CONCACAF Gold Cup. 

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