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mdmcduff · 1 year
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“the world has taken too much from you for you to be considered a child”
M’BAKU STEPPING INTO A BIG BROTHER ROLE, HOW DARE RYAN COOGLER AND WINSTON DUKE DO THIS TO ME
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heatherbelart · 2 years
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𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯.
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Tatiana Maslany blew me away with her work in Orphan Black and I’m really loving She-Hulk so far 💚
I had a lot of fun with the challenge of painting in such a wildly alternative palette!
Painted on Procreate in digital oils and charcoal on a waxed canvas.
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callmelinamfsnow · 1 year
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Me and my homies when someone starts to say anything remotely negative about Wakanda Forever because it wasn’t the same cliche, brain numbing superhero movie that only focuses on unnecessary action scenes and unfunny jokes/references that try too hard.
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sunny-rants · 2 years
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I haven’t even seen it yet but Thor: Love & Thunder might be the most comic accurate marvel movie yet. you know why? because it’s ridiculous.
I will never shut up about the fact that comics are just…absolutely ridiculous! they’re colourful and weird and imaginative and so so random. your favourite character has almost definitely been gay and/or a woman at some point in time. and if they haven’t, they’ve at least slept with an alien. they are stories told through silly little drawings that have been adapted by hundreds of different authors and artists, each with their own interpretations and agendas. they are supposed to fun and unrealistic and weird as fuck, and their film adaptations should be too.
edit: I saw it. just as weird and random and colourful and fun and funny as I’d hoped. Valkyrie pls step on me
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wickeddruig · 5 months
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i miss them so much
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iikariss · 1 year
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yelenaswift · 2 years
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me after watching the Wakanda Forever teaser
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realtalkswithfinn · 3 months
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“Are You Wearing Mismatched Socks?”
Shang-Chi x widow!reader
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summary: Shaun sees a new game circling the internet and decides he HAS to challenge his girlfriend to a round.
warnings: violent play fighting, very brief mention/ joke about DV (no actual domestic violence!!), very brief mentions of Shang-Chi and Readers times as trained assassins, sex joke at the very end.
authors note: I have never written any sort of fight scene or action before so this is very new to me, but it had to be done. Also, I requested this idea to another creator here on tumblr before deciding I wanted to give it a go myself. If they write their own version, I’ll tag them so you can read that version as well!
“BABE!”
“WHAT?”
“COME IN HERE!”
“WHY?”
“JUST COME HERE!”
You sigh, blowing a strand of hair out of your face. You roll off the edge of your bed, clicking your phone off in the process, and saunter down the hall toward the sound of his voice.
Shuan stood in the center of… what used to be your living room? Both recliners and your big green couch were pushed flush up against the walls. You could see your coffee table stacked on top of your dining table in the next room over. All your blankets and knick knacks were scattered throughout the space. On the bookshelf, counters, window sills - anywhere but where they belonged.
He was looking down at his phone with an amused smile on his face.
“Done some… redecorating, have we?”
He glanced up, excitement clear on his face. “I’ll put it all back later. Give me one of your socks.”
You stared at him. “Give you… one?”
He nodded, jutting his palm out. “Yeah.”
“… why.”
“I found this game, it looks super fun!” He said, walking over to where you stood. He held out his phone, which was playing a video of what looked to be a set of twins. Each girl wore one white sock. “The goal is to rip the other persons sock off and keep yours on!”
You watched the girls tickle, tackle, and wrestle each other until one emerged victorious, sweaty sock in hand.
“I don’t know Shaun, I’m not sure I wanna play a game where I have to free your dawgs.” You teased.
“Hey! My ‘dogs’ aren’t that bad. Yours on the other hand-“
You smacked his arm. “Hey-“
“That’s the spirit!” He said, tossing his phone on the couch. “Now, give me a sock.”
“Get your own so- HEY!”
He yanked your right leg up by the back of the knee, quick but careful to make sure you didn’t fall, and slid your sock off. “See, next time, you’ll try to make sure I don’t do that.”
Oh, it’s on.
“Fine.” You sigh, trying to seem unamused. In reality, you were rather excited to play. The game looked fun enough when the girls played, but a round between two ex- child assassins? Things were going to get interesting fast.
Shaun beams at you and slides the sock onto his own foot. He looks at you, then your remaining sock, and raises an eyebrow. “Are you wearing mismatched socks?”
“Do you want to play or not?”
He backs away, hands raised in a surrender motion. “My bad, my bad, I should know better than to question you.” He moves a good three feet in front of you and reaches out for a handshake. “May the best man win.”
You yank his hand forward and flip him over your shoulder, slamming him down hard onto the cushy carpet. You twist and dive, aiming for his pink striped sock, but he rolls away quickly, jumping to his feet.
“That’s totally not fair! We hadn’t started yet!”
“Sorry, I didn’t realize you made all your opponents wait for your mark before fighting.”
He scoffed. “I was trying to be civil with you.”
“Don’t.”
He kicked out with his bare foot, leaving the socked one on the ground. The impact set you back a bit, but you regained yourself before slamming into the TV.
“Watch the furniture!” He teased, diving down toward your feet.
You dove over him, rolling and landing on your feet far on the other side of the living room. You crossed your arms and tapped your socked foot impatiently. “Gee, I thought the great Shang-Chi would find this game tedious. Assumed you would’ve won by now.”
Shaun rolled his eyes before running toward you again. You attempted to jump out of the way, but he snagged you by the waist. He tackled you to the floor as carefully as he could. Sweet, but his mistake. He only held you with one arm, using the other to stop your fall, making it easy for you to wiggle out of his grip.
You rolled slightly to the left and knocked him face first into the carpet. You crawled toward his foot, forgetting to keep your own feet away from his hands. You yelped when you felt him grabbing at your ankles and started kicking violently. He managed to tug your sock a bit, but lost his grip quickly.
You yanked yourself away from his hands, curling your feet under yourself into a crouch position. Shaun wasted no time crawling toward you, laughing as he went. You scuttled backward but came to an abrupt stop when you slammed into the couch.
He was closing in. You didn’t have anywhere else to run, so you took the offensive route and thrust yourself forward, sending the two of you sprawling across the carpet. The force of you landing on him was unexpected and totally knocked the wind out of Shaun. While he laid there catching his breath, you swung around and reached for his sock.
Of course, he regained his breath too fast. He sat up and grabbed you, pinning your arms to your sides. “Not cool y/n.”
“I can be less cool.” you panted. He started to say something, but you thrust your arm back and elbowed him in the ribs. You snaked out of his grip and ran across the room yet again.
Shaun stood up slowly, rubbing his rib. “Come on!”
“Sorry baby.” You laughed. You stuck out your bottom lip in a teasing pout. “I’ll kiss it better after I win.”
“Oh no, I can’t let you win after this.” He chuckled.
But you had a plan.
…Hopefully, the TV wouldn’t pay the price.
You ran at your boyfriend, gathered at much momentum as you could, jumped up, and wrapped your legs around his neck. He stumbled, but managed to regain his balance.
“Aw dude!” His voice was muffled. “Can a guy get a warning before getting a crotch to the face?”
He started smacking his own back, desperately trying to grab at your sock. But ultimately he couldn’t reach your feet at the angle. You laugh and let yourself fall backward. You dangled yourself from his shoulders and looked through your eyebrows to locate which foot had the striped sock.
Honestly, there were a million ways Shaun could have escaped this position. But all of them would’ve been pretty painful for you, and you knew he would never actually hurt you for a game. Or anything, for that matter, but especially not a game. So he continued to reach and grab for your sock.
You reached down and tickled his right leg. He kicked out a little, as that was the last thing he expected from you. He stopped reaching for your sock and grabbed your thighs instead, trying to keep you from falling while he lost his balance.
You took the opportunity to snatch the sock off his foot.
“BOO!” Shaun complained.
“Whats that?? I can’t hear you over the sound of me WINNING!”
You reached your hands down to the floor and unhooked your legs from behind Shaun’s head, gracefully kicking down as if out of a handstand, and waved the sock around in victory.
Shaun stared at you. “I can’t believe you just black widowed me.”
You shrugged. “I can’t believe you talked such big game just to be taken out by a little tickle.”
“And a crotch to the face?”
“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes. “So… what do I win?”
A mischievous grin spread across your boyfriends face. “Who said you won? We gotta do best two out of three.”
“What? No! I won fair and square-“
Shaun ripped the sock out of your hands and took off down the hall. “BEST TWO OUT OF THREE!”
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You padded into your bedroom with a glass of water and a handful of ibuprofen. Shaun was already under the covers, but you could see bruises sprouting up around his exposed upper body. You weren’t much better — you had a nasty spot right on your cheekbone, as well as littered all over your body.
“Hey,” you greeted gently, sitting on the edge of the bed.
He set his phone down and looked up at you with his beautiful brown eyes. “Hey.”
You took his hand and dumped a few ibuprofen into it. “Maybe we should play a little gentler next time.”
He smiled before popping the tablets into his mouth. “Maybe.”
You passed him the water glass and he took a swig before passing it back to you. You took your own dose and set the glass on the nightstand. Shaun pulled the covers up for you to crawl under, to which you happily did, curling right up against him.
He ran his fingers over the forming bruise on your cheek. “Aw dude. Does it hurt?”
“I’ve had worse.”
“People are gunna think I hit you.”
“You kinda did.” You laugh.
“Not on purpose!” He defended. He moved his hand to cup your face before sending you a pointed stare. “You, on the other hand, had malicious intent.“
“And who won all three rounds?”
Shaun glared at you but couldn’t argue. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to the bruise. “Thanks for playing with me.” He said softly.
You reached up and rested your hand over his. “Anytime. Thanks for putting the couch back.”
He chuckled, closing his eyes. “Anytime.”
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“Dude, what happened to you?” Katy asked gawking at Shaun, who had stiffly shuffled into work covered head to toe in bruises. “Bad guys?”
“Y/n.”
Katy curled her lip in disgust. “Didn’t need to know that dude.”
“What? Oh my god Katy, no, we were playing the sock-“
“Nope. Too late. Image is already there.”
“KATY.”
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blackthornish · 2 years
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a whole phase dealing with the mourning of the characters of the post-endgame mcu and like it or not, our mourning. sincerely? very beautiful if you stop to think about it.
like wanda with vision and her kids.
clint and yelena with natasha.
sam and bucky with steve.
peter and happy with tony. and then peter with everyone else.
we can even consider the losses the eternals face, as well as shang-chi and his family.
losses on top of losses.
AND END IT WITH WAKANDA FOREVER... really something. cuz we really lost chadwick. 💔
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fandomsupporter · 2 years
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hey, if you didn’t like thor love and thunder: that’s fine. that’s okay. i however had an absolutely blast the entire time
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someguywithglasses · 2 years
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Layla: Do you see the spiral you put me through? It’s not okay yeah? I’m still your wife!
Me: HIS WHAT!?
Steven Grant:
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I love how we actually get to see the effect that Bruce’s trauma has had on him, especially through his jealousy of Jen. She had an effortless transition into a Hulk, whereas he had over a decade of traumatizing experiences simply trying to find peace with his own existence.
For example, during their fight:
Jen fights because she’s just pissed and needs to let off some steam.
Bruce fights because the world has been so unfair to him and he’s just so, so angry.
Bruce lost his life as a human, his respect from others, his mental health, and many of his friends. Mark Ruffalo does such an amazing job (even in cgi) showing how all of that loss and pain affected Bruce
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lostmyaccountagain · 2 years
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regarding wakanda forever namor and tenoch huerta
please remember that this is an indigenous man, PLEASE i am begging. we are not dead. we are very much alive, and you need to respect us. as a nahua woman i am going to say some things to make sense of our identities and to help you all get a better understanding of how to respect us and to respect the actor and character.
starting out
no not all mexicans are indigenous, no not all mexicans are mexica (very very few are, its one of the rarest tribes/clans/pueblos to be descended of), and no, aztecs no longer exist (in the way you think)
our tribes/clans in latin america are not like our northern native relatives but as commonly done i will use terms like tribe and clan to further explain in an easier way for people to understand.
nahuas are not mexica, those that are mexicas can be nahua and usually are nahua, many of our tribes/clans were organized into pueblos (reminiscent of greek city-states), which is what the mexica did, the mexica were in the area thats now known as cdmx/mexico city, when the spanish colonizers arrived the mexica were known as aztecs because thats the empire that was ruling at the time, the aztec empire had something called the triple alliance which was an alliance between 3 pueblos (tribes/clans) making up the empire, the aztec empire is also commonly referred to as the triple alliance because of that, and when the aztec empire fell so did the title of aztec, aztecs no longer exist because the empire is long gone while mexica (the tribe) does indeed still exist though in smaller numbers. nahuas are a people, considered a tribe by many if we use northern indigenous terms but again, organized into pueblos.
nahua is the people, nahuatl is the language, and many pueblos throughout mexico and latin america call themselves by their own pueblo names. nahuatl is considered a closed language to white people by many of our elders, and if you are white its asked that you refrain from learning or using it as our people were punished for it, its a privilege to speak or write it and its a privilege many of us do not have.
most of the things you see online regarding aztec/mexica/nahua stuff has been whitewashed and is from white supremacists and white scholars that tell inaccurate information or is from mexican nationalists that purposely misinform others, please ask a nahua person if you have any questions regarding our culture, my dm’s will also be open!
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cyberghu0l · 1 year
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Can't Help It
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Valkyrie decides to pay Thor a little visit to get away from all the king stress. While visiting, she meets you-his little sister, and grows a liking for you.
Valkyrie × Thor younger sister!reader
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Everyday was the same. Wake up, get dressed, attend a meeting, listen to boring businessmen go on and on about boring things, sign bills, kiss babies, sleep. Repeat. Valkyrie quickly grew tired of her duties, but knew she had to comply because the citizens needed their king. However, she missed her fighting days, her friends, her sisters, her normal life.
The king groaned as her alarm sounded once again. It was the third time in a row. There was a knock at her door. "What?" She spoke from the under the pile of pillows. "Your majesty, you have a meeting at 9:30 to follow up with the council on the new school being built." Her assistant looked at her phone. Then to the bed, she hoped had the king laying in it. "Kiri, cancel all meetings for today." She requested. "Oh um...okay. Any reason, your majesty?"
Valkyrie now sat up. Her hair messy from the blankets, and shirt half way down her shoulder. "I just need a break, it's been meetings for how many days now?" She opened mouth to answer. "Don't answer that. Just go." She held a finger up to the door. Her assistant sighed. "Yes, your majesty." Her heels clicked on the floor as she walked out, closing the door behind her.
She eventually got up out the comfy bed and started her morning. Valkyrie always loved fighting because it took her away from her thoughts. All good and bad, she didn't care. Being left alone with them made her do stupid things, like what she's about to do right now. She stood on the glass walkway thinking about what to say to the God of Thunder.
Oh yeah, just wanted to stop by. See how things are going.
I was in the area, figured why not.
Got bored and decided to come visit.
Being king is so annoying and I wanted to get away.
She sighed as the God came in view. She couldn't hide her smile as he held his arms out with a wide smile. "Valkyrie! My old friend!" She stayed stationary as he hugged her not caring that she hated hugs. "Hello, Thor." He pulled away. "What brings you to Asgard? How are the people treating you? The king glow got you, I use to have it once, y'know." He rested his hands on his broad hips.
She chuckled. "Slow day, and figured why not come up." She lied. He chuckled and guided her into the palace. She's been there before, but he loves showing off his palace to anyone willinging to listen. Unfortunately for her, she had no choice. While walking down a hall, they encountered a long curly haired girl. Her hair dark brown like coffee, skin light brown as hazels and eyes green like summer grass.
"Y/N, where are you off to?" You were dressed in armor and held a shining silver sword. Valkyrie couldn't take her eyes from you. "Training, can't fall behind and let my brother get better than me." Your remark made the king chuckle. "I am the God of Lightening, sister. I will always be better than you." You looked behind your brother looking at where the laugh came from.
"You're quite a character." She smirked. "My name is Valkyrie, King of New Asgard." Your eyes lit up, and looked back to your brother. "This is Valkyrie? Your stories does not do her any justice." Her eyebrow perked up. "I can tell you a few others." She let out. You rested a hand on your waist. "How about you train with me? I would love to see your combat skills." The king folded her arms, still her signature smirk plastered on her face.
"I can show you my other skills, if you want." You slowly caught on to what she was trying to say. And by the looks of it, your brother did too. "Okay! How about I spaw with my sister and you can watch. Lovely!" He exclaimed. You chuckled. The king's gaze never left yours as you walked ahead of her to catch up with your sibling.
"Come on! Loki could use a sword better than you and he's pure magic!" The God exclaimed. You huffed out a breath as you held the sword, ready to take him on again. It's been 30 minutes of you losing to Thor and you weren't having it anymore. "I surrender!" Thor laughed. "Very well, guess I remain better than you." Valkyrie observed from a bench. Even though he beat you, watching you spaw was calming.
There was a way to your movements, the way your waist spun to reject his attacks, how your hair flowed, your hands gripped the sword heavenly as if you weren't carrying a deadly weapon. "May I?" She asked. Thor waved his hand in exhaustion. They exchanged spots. "You're not blocking the attacks right. You need to hold it like this." She held up her sword and showed you her hands. You examined it, but couldn't comprehend how to do it.
She chuckled and came behind you. Taking your hands in hers, putting it on the handle. Her touch was soft and warm against yours. Her chest pressed lightly on your back and her breath steady while yours quickened. "Just like this." She whispered into your ear. Your breathing hitched, but you complied. "Now, do it again." She stepped in front of you. Sword in hand, ready.
After going back and forth, your swords found themselves on the ground, so you were forced to use hand to hand combat. You were better at it anyways. You dodged all her blows and got a couple in too. At some point you slid under her and had enough time to kick her to the floor. She landed hard on her stomach. but flipped over instantly. She took the opportunity to do the same to you, causing you to land right on her.
You sucked in a breath realizing how close you were. "You're good." She expressed while her smirk tugged at her lips. "Valkyrie stop trying to flirt with my sister!" You both heard the frustrated God yell and laughed.
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sunny-rants · 2 years
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“Steven??”
“Marc???”
“Steven!!!”
“Marc!!!”
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lilpunkrock · 1 year
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Teach Me
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Status: Drabble
Pairing: Jack Russell x Fem!Reader
Find my other Jack Russell works here and here.
AN: I cannot stop writing for this man. Thank you to my four years of high school-level Spanish and Google for helping me through this. I do apologize if there are any errors, I tried my very best!
Translations can be found at the end of the post. x
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“¿Cómo estás?”
“Estoy bien, gracias.” 
“¡Muy bien, mi amor!”
You flash a dazzling grin in response to Jack’s enthusiastic praise. The two of you sit on opposite ends of the couch, backs pressed against the arm rests so that you can face each other. When you had first asked him to help you learn Spanish a couple of months ago, his brows had jumped in genuine surprise. Little did he know that such a request had been on your mind for a long time. After all, your love for Jack had instilled in you a passion for learning about all aspects of his cultural heritage, and his native language was an integral part of that. While Jack had protested that, should you ever visit a Spanish-speaking region, he would be there to translate for you, you had politely declined. You wanted to be capable of standing at his side and conversing in his native tongue independently. Learning a new language was a challenge, sure, but the child-like glee in his eyes during your nightly practice sessions made the mental marathon worth it. 
“Okay, another. What might you say if someone asked you, ‘¿Cómo puedo ayudarte?”
You pause, your brows furrowing deeply in thought. You knew the first word was ‘how,’ and ‘ayudar’ was ‘help…’ “Ummm…¿Estoy perdida?” you say hesitantly, a tentative smile playing on your lips. 
Jack gives a scoff, rolling his olive green eyes in mock disbelief. “As if I would let you out of my sight. Still, muy bien.”
You give him a cheeky grin. Slowly, you slide one sock-clad foot across the couch to toy with the leg of his gray sweatpants. “Ayúdame, necesito encontrar a mi esposo.” 
A low hum rumbles in Jack’s throat at your words—a soft growl. His knuckles whiten as he clasps his folded hands a little tighter in his lap. You nibble at your bottom lip in delight as a rush of blood warms his cheeks. He clears his throat hastily, pushing that deliciously possessive rumble back down his throat as he eyes you keenly. “Not yet, mi amor. Though that could be arranged.” At your bright peal of laughter, he smiles. “You are doing well. Have you been practicing without me?” 
“Maybe just a little,” you say coyly. More like every day, sometimes multiple hours a day. Little did he know that the Babbel app currently held the record for the greatest amount of screen time on your phone. 
A slow smile pulls at Jack’s pink lips, his olive eyes twinkling, crinkling at the corners. Gosh, his eyes. Oh how you adored catching them peek at you over the rim of a coffee mug, finding them tracing your features when you woke up in the morning, watching them gaze up at you as he pressed gentle kisses into your skin, eyelids heavy and love-drunk. The pleased look on his handsome face sends your stomach into a tailspin.
“Alright, let’s try something harder.” That adorable smile remains plastered on his perfect pink lips. “What might you say if we were going to a restaurant?”
You pause, pursing your lips, thinking carefully. “Tengo una reservación,” you say slowly, your voice straight and even. 
Jack gives a soft chuckle, a sound as sweet as a lullaby. “That’s pretty good. It is a little too…English. But you are close, so close. Roll your tongue, mi amor. Like this.” You watch carefully as he brings the tip of his tongue to the back of his top teeth and gives you a demonstration. 
For all your extra practice, this particular detail of the language was something you were still struggling to muster. Hoping to prolong the inevitable embarrassment you’d experience when attempting it again, you offer him a shit-eating grin. “I can’t help that you’re better with your tongue than I am,” you say jokingly, wiggling your eyebrows at him. Well, only partly joking.
Though Jack buries his head in his hands, the gesture barely contains his laughter. And good thing, too, because the sound of his snickers is music to your ears. Your eager eyes catch the sight of the slight crook in his teeth peeking out from behind his hands. It’s one of your favorite features of his; your heart swells three sizes at the sight of it. “Ay, Dios mío. You are such a tease.” With a long sigh, he collects himself, waving his hand at you as he smooths out his expression. “Come now, mi amor, try again. Curl your tongue to the top of your mouth, behind your teeth. Like this.” He demonstrates again, ever the emphatic teacher. “And then push the air out quickly. Come on.”
You roll your eyes good-naturedly at him. “Okay, okay. I’ll try it.” His eyes hold yours steadily as you thoughtfully bring your tongue to the back of your teeth. It takes a few tries and some re-positioning, but when you’re ready, you try it again, “Tengo una reservación.”
Jack’s expression brightens instantaneously, positively radiant, beaming like the sun. The sight robs the breath straight from your lungs. You think you could practice rolling your r’s forever if it meant continuing to make him grin like that. “¡Muy bien, mi amada! You did it! You are killing it! Okay, okay, another one. Let’s see if you can remember it this time, okay? What do you say if you need to find the bathroom?”
Shit. One of the most crucial phrases, and you’d been struggling with it for weeks. That last word always seemed to escape you. What was it again…? “¿Dónde está…la biblioteca?”
Jack smirks at you, his olive eyes bright and amused. “El baño, mi amor.”
You groan, throwing your head back in defeat. “Shit, that was library, wasn’t it? I’m not sure why I can’t seem to get that one.”
The gentle press of a warm hand to your knee draws your attention. Jack leans toward you, kneading your knee softly, a gesture that turns your legs to noodles and sends your stomach aflutter with butterflies. “Don’t get down on yourself, mi amor. You are doing so well. You should be proud.” His expression is affectionate, his eyes a doorway straight to his heart. You feel yourself relax, melding like clay into his hands. “I am proud of you.” 
“Thank you,” you say quietly, cheeks flushed with delight. A slow smile pulls at your lips as you add, “You know, there is something else I’ve been practicing.”
Jack’s eyebrows reach for his salt-and-pepper hair. “Oh? What is it?”
You lean toward him, stopping when your noses are mere inches apart. “Eres un excelente profesor.” The words roll from your smiling lips, rehearsed many times over in preparation for this moment.
That beloved crooked grin of his is on full display as Jack smiles with glee. That smile could win wars—you just knew it. “Y tengo una estudiante muy hermosa y talentosa. Mi amada, eres una bendición.”
His words slip over you masterfully, spilling from his lips like spun silk. Your brain scrambles to identify bits and pieces, but overall, the picture is incomplete. “Ah, no entiendo, mi amor.”
Jack gives an amused chuckle, eyeing you with a mix of humor and adoration. “We will get there,” he says assuredly, giving your knee a brief squeeze.
You smile brightly at him in response. With your faces drawn so closely together, you can see every divinely-woven thread in his irises, from the green plains at their borders to the brown earth at their cores. His jaw is blanketed in a short stubble—“Please don’t shave it yet, I love how it feels beneath my fingers,” you’d begged him—and his lips are plush and pink. This close to one another, the air between you feels charged, electric, alive. Your skin prickles, nerve endings firing like live wires. Only his touch on your knee soothes you. 
Your gaze slips from his hand to his eyes coyly. “You know, you are such an excellent Spanish teacher…” you murmur softly, sweetly. Your fingers trail up his arm with agonizing slowness, slipping into the tousled hair at the nape of his neck. When you thread your fingers through it and give a gentle tug, Jack’s pupils dilate instantaneously. This time, the soft rumble that reverberates through his throat is insistent, needy. The sound sets your skin aflame, turns your bones to jelly. “Maybe…there’s something else you’d like to teach me?” 
When he swallows, it’s with the desperation of a man starved of food and drink. His Adam's apple bobs deliciously, his brilliant eyes watching you like you’re a feast in a famine. In this moment, you’re so glad you asked him to teach you Spanish.
With the swiftness of an animal and the grace of a man, he scoops you up into his arms, pressing a warm kiss to the shell of your ear. “Vámonos.”
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Translations:
“¿Cómo estás?” — "How are you?"
“Estoy bien, gracias.” — "I'm good, thank you."
“¡Muy bien, mi amor!” — "Very good, my darling/my beloved!"
"¿Cómo puedo ayudarte?" — "How can I help you?"
"¿Estoy perdida?" — "I'm lost?"
"Ayúdame, necesito encontrar a mi esposo." — "Help me, I need to find my husband."
"Dios mío." — "My God/my goodness"
"Tengo una reservación." — "I have a reservation."
"Mi amor" — "My love"
"¡Muy bien, mi amada!" — "Very good, my darling/my beloved!"
"¿Dónde está…la biblioteca?" — "Where is...the library?"
"Eres un excelente profesor." — "You are an excellent teacher."
"Y tengo una estudiante muy hermosa y talentosa. Mi amada, eres una bendición." — "And I have a very beautiful and gifted student. My beloved, you are a blessing."
"Vámonos." — "Let's go."
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