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milkmily · 2 years

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Hiiiii, first i want to say i love your work so much💓 specially the chubby latina. It gives me so much happiness and confidence, thank you so much :").

Second, can you write about the chubby latina being best friend with billy, like some head canons or a little story. If you want of course :D

thnx u💓

Hii!!! Thank you! You have me giggling rn hehehe it makes me so happy to see that many of you are enjoying the chubby Latina reader, By far one of my favorite writings I've ever done. Anyways, here it is! Enjoy! :D

Beings friends with Billy Hargrove

Billy Hargrove x platonic chubby/plus-size Latina reader

| Request are open :) | Stranger things Masterlist | A/N: Billy is alive and never died :)

• You and Billy met at school. He was new and they picked you to tutor him where his next classes will be, the bathrooms, Gym, etc.

• Billy was rude to you at first. He'd call you rude names and point out your weight. But when he saw that his words really had no affect on you, he simply stopped and listened to you as you told him about the teacher and what they do in their class.

• You, being a curious person who is interested to move to California when you go to college, told Billy.

"How are schools in California? Do they teach differently?" You asked as Billy gave you a puzzled look. Just a second ago you were telling him about the Gym teacher then all of a sudden you talk about how schools in California teach.

"The same as here. Just not shitty." He says as he gets his pack of cigarettes out. He pulls one out and puts it in his mouth. You quickly snatched it off his mouth and shook your head. "Out. Teachers walk around here." You say as he chuckled.

• You brought him out and he smoked his cigarette. You tell him that it's almost break and you'll leave him alone.

• He didn't really want you to leave so he asked if you wanted to go out and eat somewhere.

• But You politely declined and went back inside the school building

• To your surprise, you got to be partnered up with him for a class project.

• Which means you'd have to spend your after school time with him to work on the damn project

• Which also meant you'd have to bring him to your place to work on the project

• Which also meant that your family would tease you for having a boy over . . .

• You asked Billy if you two could go to his place, in hopes that you wouldn't go to your place, he said No. No excuses just a, "No."

• And here he is, in your room, the door open(because your mother demanded the door to be open) while your siblings peek in from time to time to tell your mom that you two haven't done anything suspicious.

"[Name], Mamá dijo que no quiere que se están besando." Your little sister says as she stands on the door while Billy looks irritated by your siblings always sending your messages that your mom told them to send.

"Mairela, dile que es solamente un amiga de la escuela y está aquí para un proyecto de biología." She nods and hurries away. "What the hell are you two even saying?" Billy asked as he slammed the pencil down. "And close the damn door." He says as he walks up to the door and closes it. "Hey, open it before I get my ass whooped." You say. "And she simply told me that my mom doesn't want any funny business between us." You say.

"As if I'd get with you." He says as he goes back and sits down on the carpet. You rolled your eyes as you continued your notes.

• Your mom kicked on the door and she opened it. "¡Qué te dije de la puerta [Name] [Last]!" She yells as you groan and Billy chuckles. "¡Ma!! Estamos haciendo tarea!"

"¡Más vale! No quiero que salgas con tu domingo siete." She says and looks over at Billy. "Do you want anything to drink or eat?" She asked as she smiled at him. You hated that she was so nice to Billy and so rude to you. She even changed her voice for him.

"A glass of water is fine. Also, has anyone told you that you look young? You almost look like [Name]'s sister." He says while he grins. "Aw! Stop it!" She giggled as she walked away.

"Stop flirting with my mom." You say as he nods, it looks like he didn't even hear what you said.

• And he's been at your house almost any time he could. Half the time he's out partying, getting drunk, and sleeping with every possible girl in Hawkins High.

• You decided to go to a party with some friends, to take a break from the stupid project that you had to do almost everyday by yourself, and dance. As you went outside to feel the fresh cold air, you saw Billy sitting on the concrete floor.

"Hey." You say and Billy looks up at you. He looks back down at the glass bottle and chugs it down. "You going back in?" You ask and he nods. He tries to get up but loses his balance and holds his arm. "You look like shit." He burps and blows it at you. "And stink." You say and wrap his arm around your shoulder. "I am taking you home. You've had enough today Hargrove." You say as you made him walk to your car.

You tried asking him many times where he lives but he wouldn't tell you shit. So the only place you knew was your place. You didn't want to walk up Tommy H. And ask where Billy Hargrove lives. He'll probably be saying that You want to get with Billy or something.

So you sneaked him in. You tried your best to keep him quiet but he'd giggle, laugh, and make random yells all of a sudden. "Thank God my whole family are heavy sleepers." You say as you make him lay down on your bed.

"Why the fuck am I here? I'm not working on the damn p-project fat bitch." You rolled your eyes at his comment and pulled out one of your shirts. "That's for tomorrow." You say and then hear him gag.

"Shit." You hurried to pull him up and take him to the bathroom. You successfully didn't get any vomit in your room but still had a drunk Billy in your bathroom.

• He looked a little better after that and grabbed some pain killers and a glass of water. You hand them to him as he takes them both and drinks the glass of water down in seconds.

• You take him to your bed as he puts on the shirt and sees it looks like a dress. He lays on your bed and completely passes out. "You're welcome." You murmured. You grabbed your blankets, spread them on the floor and fell asleep.

The next day he wakes up to see he isn't even in his room. It smells… nice. Like sweet perfume. Not like cigarettes and his calone. He sits up and groans at the headache he has. "Here, take some." You say and his eyes go wide as he sees you. "I tried telling you where you live, you didn't tell me. So now I have you here."

He chuckled and took the pills and glass of water. He takes them and places the glass down on the nightstand. "I have to go." He says as he gets off the bed and sees he doesn't have his pants on. "What happened yesterday?" He asked

"Geez, don't get scared. Nothing happened. Your clothes are over there. I washed them. They smelled like beer, cigarettes, and vomit." You say as you point at the edge of the bed. "Hurry up so I can drop you off to get you home."

He changes and goes down stairs and sees you holding your keys. "Let's go." You drop him off and say goodbye.

• And that's how you two become friends.

• He started to hang out more with you during break. And at lunch, he'd bring you food whenever he could. He'd even take you home after school with Max.

• Max enjoyed your company as she saw she didn't really have to fight with Billy in the car like before.

• He did speed up just to scare you but other than that, nothing more.

• At school, if anyone bothered you, he'd give them a glare. "I'm fine Hargrove. I can defend myself." You'd tell him.

• Everyone stopped bothering you when they found out you became friends with Billy. So no more comments or rumors about you happened.

• if any one called you fat as an insult, he was ready to give them a lil speech that would make them piss their pants and never say anything rude to you again.

• It happened once to a guy. A popular guy called you fat and a whore as you were walking to your locker. Billy was following you and he heard it all.

"Just ignore it Billy." You say and he ignores you, like always. "The fuck did you say?" He walks up to the guy. The guy gives him a puzzled look. "Say it again." You rolled your eyes.

It was childish what he was doing. You didn't need him to defend you because some guy who doesn't got any chick's and decided to insult you. "Leave it!" You yelled and Billy chuckles. "You got lucky. Next time say something stupid again and I'll break your fucking nose."

• You two happily graduated. You invited him and Max to your party celebration as they had nothing to do at home.

• Billy would invite you to parties or make you ditch with him. You did give him a little speech later about how ditching is bad and can affect his grade. He simply nods and continues to drive. He then puts the volume up.

"Are you seriously ignoring me right now!"

"Lalal!!!"

"Billy! ¡Vas a ver!"

• During summer, he didn't talk much to you as you started two work. So hanging out was rare. You worked at Scoops ahoy with Steve and Robin.

• Max and Billy thought your family were like a second family. Max played with your sister and did their nails and makeup. Billy talked with your older brother.

• Billy did come once to Scoops ahoy with his date and saw you. He couldn't stop laughing at you for wearing the sailor uniform.

"You look fucking stupid right now [Name]!"

"Shut up Billy! I will throw ice cream at you!"

"Wish I had a camera right now!"

• when you two do have time and hang out, he'd tell you about a girl (Mrs Wheeler) who has been hitting on him at work. He'd say she is a little older than him, making up a lie saying she is in her 20s. You thought it was weird but let him do what he wanted. You did tell him to be careful.

"So, what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Got anyone? Anyone you are intrested in?"

You laugh and see that he was serious. "Steve Harrington?" You say, making it sound like a question. He makes a disgusted look when he hears Steve's name. "The hair?! Seriously!"

"Oh but you pick someone who is in her 20s!"

"Steve 'the hair' Harrington! Come on [Name]! I thought you were better than this!"

• He'd then give you disgusted looks whenever he came to Scoops Ahoy to drop off Max(which was rare). He'd look at Steve and give him a disgusted look.

"Seriously?" Billy whispered at you as you rolled your eyes and kicked him out.

• When you brought up the topic about Collage, Billy didn't really say anything. If you want to go, you do you. He won't stop you. But when you mentioned you wanted to go to a college in California, the thought of going too. But he couldn't leave Max with his dad.

• After what happened with the Mind flayer and all, you helped Billy get closer with Max after he almost lost his life.

• You helped him with his wounds and changing the bandages. Made him meals and brought them to his house then left. Billy would tell you to simply drop off what you can and leave as he didn't want his dad to talk shit to you.

"So did you get accepted?" Billy asked as he sat on his bed. Today was really the only day he'd let you in the house. He was healing and needed someone else to help him other than Max. You go through your bag and hand him the letter.

"I did." He nods as he hands you back the letter. You knew that Billy wanted more then anything to move out, go back to California. But he couldn't. There was no one else who could defend Max from his dad.

"Being me a little memory, yeah?"

"What do you want?"

"Anything really. Like a Keychain or anything. I just want something from California." You nod and promise to bring him anything.

• When you moved to California, you two tried to keep in contact as much as you two could. He told you how Max was doing and about Steve.He'd tell you about his new job working as a mechanic and how they pay him well, dates with girls, and much more.

• You did tell him about how you were starting to regret getting into college and he told you that it's best to drop out.

"Are you serious Billy? My mother and father would kill me!"

"If you can't afford it, they have to understand that. Plus, that career isn't something you like. Just drop out."

• And you did. You went back to Hawkins in 2 months after the call. You brought him and Max many memories from California. A new skateboard and shirts for Max. Perfumes, some Keychains, some car decorations, and some shirts for Billy.

• Billy congratulates you for dropping out and he saw how scared you were. Your parents thought you were here for a week or so.

• When you told them the news, they were livid. They called you a disappointment and how it was so depressing that you decided to do that. They would say how you'll get a job that's for shit and how you made the biggest mistake.

• Billy never saw you or heard you cry before. He saw you as a woman who was very strong with their feelings. So when he heard you cry over the phone, he didn't know what to say. So he said, "Stop crying."

"Wow, really helps a lot Billy."

"I don't know what to say!"

You giggled and told him what happened. He said he was free tomorrow and if you wanted to meet up to try and relax. You agreed and ended the call.

•Your guys' friendship is weird really. If any of you feel bad, you do anything to make each other feel better. But never really talk it out.

• He gives you something when you seem down. You give him something when he's pissed about his dad or what happened at work. It can also be going out or calls.

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove x friend reader #billy hargrove x plus size reader #billy hargrove x chubby latina reader #x plus size latina reader #x chubby latina reader

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doing-something-unholy · 1 year

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(dream anon) [they give him a little smile, pulling a satin black robe out of the second drawer of their dresser and handing it over. His blush makes them smile a little bit--they find it adorable that he still blushes, despite everything they've shared. they lead him to the kitchen when he's ready. they go to the fridge to begin taking out ingredients while he settles in.] i'm glad, i wouldn't want you uncomfortable. well--not for too long, anyway. [they can't help the adoring look that they give him when he asks about learning Irish, nodding.] i'm happy to teach you anything you want to know. let's start with dia dhuit ar maidin, which is good morning, but it's literally more like 'God to you this morning.' i'll say it slowly and you can repeat after me. JEE-uh gwitch air MA-jin. // omg i get it, i don't know irish at all :' ) mmm tengo cuatro años de español en escuela secondria y uno año mas en universidad, pero mi español es MUY malo, lo siento. i actually took latin 1 for my senior year in high school to get out of doing spanish 5 bc i absolutely suck at speaking it (loooooved latin bc it's not spoken at all unless you're clergy hehehe, it was also pretty intuitive since english has a ton of latin roots and spanish obvs is latin-rooted. good luck!!)

[I'm eagerly watching their cooking process while I sit and they talk, curious to see what goes into what their making. I turn my focus to their voice when I hear the language change, paying attention when they repeat it slowly.]

JEE-uh gwitch air MA-jin? ...dia dhuit ar maidin?

[I say the first part slowly like they did, the second one an attempt at normal speed.]

I think? Unless there's some subtle sound I'm missing.

...does oíche mhaith have a different literal translation? I love that, phrases that mean something more specific when literal but are understood as the more general meaning. Even in English, 'goodbye' is technically short for 'God be with ye.'

#confession #dream anon #you probably don't wanna know how i was reading oíche mhaith before i looked it up 😭

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akumicchi · 2 years

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Akumi's notes: I'll follow everyone's advice, but knowing myself as I do, I rather not taking a formal "break", otherwise it may happen what I fear, and that's something I won't allow. So here's a rushed snippet, poorly translated and not proof read. As always, Spanish is under the cut. I would suggest reading both versions, since little details always fade with translations. Although, there's nothing to do if that's not your strong. Anyway, I hope you get hooked by this, see ya around.

Hokugatsu Academy: Rumors of lost glory

[…]

—Aizawa-sensei, is our school going to be the location for this event? —Yaoyorozu raised her hand.

—No, the first, second and third year’s event are located differently and were chosen randomly. UA isn’t hosting any of them this time.

—Which means…

—It means we’re going on a trip! —Ashido jumped out of her seat like a spring, eyes shining excitedly. Her enthusiasm spread to the rest of her classmates, which voices rose up quickly in an incomprehensible gabble.

[…]

—Hokugatsu Academy?! —everyone’s eyes widened for different reasons.

—What’s that? —Kaminari turned around, not understanding at all why this school was such a big deal.

—Hokugatsu Academy is also called “The First North”, and it’s known for being one of the first Hero Academies that were built when hero work became an actual job to keep order! —Midoriya talked so fast it was almost impossible to keep up with his pace, to the point that his words mixed and overlapped— Ahh… I’m sure there will be very strong people with amazing quirks! I can’t wait to see them in action!

[…]

—Oh, really? I’ve heard other stuff about Hokugatsu Academy, and they are more on the dark side —Hagakure intervened with her clinking voice, specially emphasizing the last two words. Apparently she made some kind of gesture with her invisible hands, trying to grab the attention from above Bakugou’s head.

Eh? —Midoriya’s bubble of thoughts suddenly popped off— What kind of stuff?

—Stuff like 75% of the students become villains after graduation~?

And then the whole classroom went silent.

[…]

—Honestly, I’ve heard a lot of stuff about that too —Satou held his chin with his big hands and pursed his lips trying to remember—. Like, I’ve heard that they have the worst average grades from all the other academies.

—I don’t know, apparently they have an admission test super strange and hard. Some people say it’s even harder than UA’s.

—Hah! I remember that our admission test was a piece of cake!

—That’s what you say now, but did ya forget already how scared you were that day? —Jirou cocked a brow towards Kaminari.

[…]

—The other day I left some documents at the teacher’s office and overheard Cementoss-sensei complaining about having to repair the main building for the third time this month.

[…]

—Someone told me that most of them are very careless —Kirishima spoke slowly to the rest of the class, not looking away from his own hands-, and im not talking just about the students, also the teachers. To the point they have to learn many things on their own.

—What kind of guidance for future heroes is that?! —Iida couldn’t hold back.

—Aizawa-sensei, ¿nuestra escuela va a ser la sede del evento? —Yaoyorozu alzó la mano.

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Versión en español:

Academia Hokugatsu: Rumores de gloria perdida

[…]

—No, las sedes para los eventos de primer, segundo y tercer año fueron decididas al azar. La UA no será sede en ninguno de ellos esta vez.

—Lo que quiere decir…

—¡Quiere decir que nos vamos de viaje! –Ashido saltó de su asiento como un resorte, sus ojos brillando de la emoción. Su entusiasmo rápidamente de expandió a sus compañeros, que comenzaron a levantar sus voces también.

[…]

—¡¿Hokugatsu?! —los polluelos abrieron los ojos como platos, cada quien por sus diversas razones.

—¿Qué es eso? —Kaminari miro a los lados con una tonta expresión de desconcierto.

— ¡La Academia Hokugatsu, también llamada ‘‘El primer Norte’’ es conocida por ser una de las primeras academias para héroes que se construyeron cuando el puesto fue habilitado como profesión para mantener el orden! —Midoriya atropellaba su explicación mientras respiraba pesadamente por la emoción—Ahh… ¡Seguro hay muchas personas fuertes con singularidades impresionantes! ¡No puedo esperar a verlas puestas en práctica!

[…]

—¿En serio? Yo he escuchado otras cosas sobre la Academia Hokugatsu, y son más bien oscuras. —habló Hakagure con voz cantarina, moldeando específicamente la última palabra. Hizo un gesto aparente con sus manos invisibles, irónicamente intentando hacerse ver por encima de la cabeza de Bakugou.

—¿Eh? —la burbuja de pensamientos de Midoriya se reventó de repente— ¿Qué tipo de cosas?

—¿Cosas como que el 75% de los graduados se convierten en villanos~?

Solo con una frase la chica había ganado toda la atención del salón.

[…]

—La verdad es que yo también he escuchado todo tipo de cosas recientemente con respecto a la Academia Hokugatsu —Satou se tomó el mentón y apretó los labios intentando recordar—. Como que tienen el peor promedio de todas las demás academias.

—No lo sé, al parecer tienen un examen de ingreso muy extraño y difícil. Se dice que es incluso más difícil que el examen de ingreso a la UA.

—¡Hah, recuerdo que nuestro examen de ingreso estaba chupado!

—Eso lo dices ahora, ¿pero se te olvido lo asustado que estabas ese día? —Jirou levanto una ceja en su dirección, retándolo a decir lo contrario.

—¡Mgh…! —Kaminari evadió sus ojos con una mueca en la cara.

[…]

—El otro día fui a llevar unos documentos a la oficina de los profesores y escuché a Cementoss-sensei quejarse de que era la tercera vez en el mes que tuvo que ir a reparar el edificio, y estaba todo menos contento.

[…]

—Alguien me comentó que la mayoría son muy descuidados —Kirishima finalmente habló despacio al resto de la clase, mirándose las manos mientras lo hacía—, y no solo los estudiantes, sino también los maestros, al punto que tienen que buscar y aprender muchas cosas por su cuenta.

—¡¿Qué clase de guía a los futuros héroes es esa?! —Iida no pudo contenerse.

#🗻. scenery #bnhaalternative #mhaalternative #bnha scenarios #hokugatsu academy #academia hokugatsu #snippet #little hints

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weirdthoughtsandideas · 1 year

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What do you think were the Violetta kids favorite shows growing up?

OH THIS IS MY LEAUGE, growing up in 00s Europe, we just got so much kids shows from all around the world, both new ones and re-runs from the 80s and 90s (also, of course, we got shows from our own countries).

Of course, I can't confirm every show aired in latin america, so what I'm doing is simply to see which ones had latin spanish dubs (also, of course I bet they liked shows from their own countries as well, but I don't know as much of LA-produced kids shows from the 90s and 00s - i'm better with the european, north american and japanese ones. Oh, and australian).

Either way!!

Violetta - so, she grew up in Europe, and in different countries, so she must've had such a VARIETY of kids shows. And I think, her favorite is an underrated fave of myself from when I was a kid - the catalan cartoon Les Tres Bessones (The Triplets). I think she'd like how the triplets always got sent into different stories and fairy tales by the witch and thought it was creative. It's likely she watched it while she lived somewhere in Spain (I mean, she has lived in Madrid and Barcelona, it's possible she has lived somewhere else there too during her childhood), because I know the cartoon was the most popular there, so she likely watched it with the spanish dub. Or, she watched it in catalan, what do I know. Or in a completely other language since I know it aired in other countries (I mean... that's how I know about it, it aired in my country)

Francesca - Am I too "stereotypical" for saying her favorite kids show was Winx Club? But like, Winx took ALL OF EUROPE by storm and I know it was obviously the biggest in Italy. And Fran would definitely be the right age when it came out too, around 8-9 years old.

Camila - I was about to say Creepschool, but I was unsure if that even airied in spanish speaking countries. Turns out, it did! Escuela de espanto. I think she'd really enjoy it due to the spooky and "not normative" vibes it had going on. Also, side note, but more or less every country got just that instrumental intro, while us in Sweden got someone singing the intro, and it was a BANGER.

Ludmila - SAILOR MOON. Space? Astronomy terms? Planet names? Girls fighting in short skirts? Ludmila got her awakening for EVERYTHING from this /j Also it may have been her first exposure to a lesbian couple in media

Naty - The moomins, the 90s anime specifically obviously (that is the most non-nordic people's exposure to the moomins). I know for a FACT the moomins anime aired in both Spain and Latin America, too. And I think Naty found it to be very comforting and cozy. Also I feel like her favorite character would be Little My, and she would later randomly call Ludmila that, making Ludmila reply with "I AM NOT LITTLE!!"

Leon - I feel like he really liked Recess. I feel like he thought the kids in that show were cool and he wished the recess in his own school was as fun.

Broduey - Arthur, simply because the intro is a little in that "soft vibes" music that Broduey likes. Also I think he enjoyed the humor.

Andres - Pokemon and you cannot change my mind. Except he managed to convince himself Pokemons were real and got VERY dissappointed.

Maxi - George Shrinks. You know, that cartoon about a boy that was really shrunk in size and had to adapt his life due to this. Came out in the year 2000. Idk, it just feels like something Maxi would like, I have no real reason why.

Diego - Honestly, ATLA. I can't think of much else.

Federico - JOHNNY BRAVO. No explantation.

I had a harder time with the boys than the girls lmao. But this was fun!

Also, do ask me about the SL characters too, cause they are implied to being born in the early 00s like me so it's easier for me to spot kids shows - as this time, I had to keep in mind like "ok, they may have been too old for this".

#violetta

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prurientpuddlejumper · 4 years

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Out Tonight (Part 2)

K!nktober 2020 Kink Bingo!: Papi

<- Part 1 | Part 3 ->

Summary: After a night of karaoke, Barba teaches you some Spanish, gives you some slightly patronizing advice, and follows you up to your hotel room. (Lo siento por mi español. Por favor dime si cometí algún error!)

Rafael Barba x female reader

Warning: NSFW/18+, Dub-con!! Everyone is enthusiastically willing, but also super drunk.

For @thatesqcrush’s kink bingo!

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“So… Rafael Barba,” you changed the subject away from today’s trial. His failure to get a conviction had sent him into such a steep emotional spiral he cried in your arms at the bar, despite having just met you an hour ago. “That’s Spanish, right?”

The vulnerability in his eyes flattened. “Cuban,” he said, already bracing for the “but you don’t look Latino” comments, or worse, something about rafts or cigars. Instead your eyes got wide like he just ripped off a mask and revealed himself to be David Bowie.

“Cool!”

“I… guess?” There were eighty thousand Cuban-Americans living in New York, but sure.

“Hablar… I mean, hablas español?”

“Sí, lo hablo,” he answered with wry amusement, pinching the bridge of his nose.

You chewed your lip in thought before slowly saying, “Aprendí un poco de español en la escuela, y lo me gusta mucho.”

His brow raised. You actually knew more than he expected, which is to say, you could string more than two words together. “Not bad. Toda mi familia es de Cuba, así que el español es mi lengua materna. Soy el primer estadounidense.”

He spoke faster, at a natural pace, expecting you to follow, but when your eyes glazed over and you awkwardly squeaked out, “...Qué?” it became clear you did not, in fact, speak Spanish.

“Let’s stick to English,” he grimaced.

You whined in disappointment. “But that was so hot! Please? Un poco más. Dime algo en español!”

“Algo.”

An unflattering snort erupted from your nostrils, and you started giggling like a manic school girl. Barba shook his head with second-hand embarrassment, though a smile crept over his lips as you continued struggling to contain yourself, pleased at how well his bad joke had gone over.

“Come on, teach me something,” you pouted, leaning towards him, pushing your chest out. “Por favor… papi?”

He choked on his drink so hard burning whisky shot up his nose. “Ay, dios!” He pounded his chest and ordered a water. “OK, OK, bueno,” he put up his hands in defeat. “Hablaré en español. Solo para ti, mamita. Te gusta?”

“Mucho, papi.” You were taking advantage of calling him that now that you’d seen his reaction. He didn’t nearly die this time, but a red blush was sweeping up his neck under his shirt collar. Emboldened, he leaned toward you, eyes heavily lidded as he flirtatiously held your gaze.

“Tienes novio?”

“A husband? Do I look married?” you flipped your ringless left hand back and front and worried about your age.

He laughed, raising a hand to his forehead with his palm shading his eyes. “That would be esposo.”

“Oh. Right.” Your face darkened. “No, yo soy… single.”

“Estás soltera,” he prompted.

“Ah, gracias. Estoy soltera. Y tú?” you tilted your face down shyly and looked up at him through your lashes. “Tienes esposo? O novia?”

“Nope,” he popped the p, staring into the empty bottom of his scotch glass and wishing he hadn’t decided to cut himself off. The sip of water he took was boring and not numbly soothing at all. He had been single for a depressingly long time, in fact.

“Muy bien,” you smiled with delight, and he suddenly realized his years of failure at relationships were, tonight, a positive. It was the answer a very beautiful woman was hoping for. He may have been suffering from a string of humiliating losses, but winning you over reawakened his cocky self-assurance.

“Acércate.” He curled his finger to beckon you closer, and you swung onto his lap. God, you were so close. Your body fit so perfectly in his arms and you smelled like strawberry lemonade from that cocktail. Before he could help it, he was kissing you again. Softer and a little less desperate this time. A little more… something else. He just met you, but the way you made him feel cared about was stronger than he had ever felt, depressing as that was to admit. The one time he had put his whole heart into a relationship, he’d had it shattered so badly he was still picking up the pieces. Since then, he chose relationships that were mutually guarded, partners he knew he would never connect with, and who didn’t expect anything back. Barba did not open up to people. He’d never let himself cry on anyone before, except his abuelita. He must have been extremely drunk to let his guard down so much, but he pushed the realization out of mind as your fingers curled through his hair around the back of his head and pulled him deeper, your strawberry tongue slipping between his bitter lips. He wanted this. He needed it. He felt so close to you, so right—that was all that mattered.

He started whispering to you in Spanish between kisses, phrases you couldn’t understand, some that you got the gist of. He cringed a little at your attempts to reply in his first language, but kissed you more softly each time. You were trying, at least. You were trying very hard to understand a piece of him. The phrases he murmured against your lips grew progressively more filthy, which your keen ears picked up on even if you weren’t entirely sure what they meant.

“Como se dice, ‘fuck me harder’?” you asked in a low voice full of lust, fingers tightening against his scalp.

“...damelo más duro,” he said with a shudder. His cock twitched and he wondered if you’d noticed the growing erection pressed against your thigh as you sat in his lap. What you would think. But you must have noticed, and you weren’t moving to get away from him.

“Damelo duro, papi,” you purred, leaning to say it into his ear, your breath warm and tickling.

He swallowed, heart hammering in his chest. Barba, always so eloquent under pressure in court, could barely form words to express a coherent thought. You were just joking. You must have been. To you it was a foreign language, and it didn’t sound like a real request to your ears. This was just a flirty game, teaching you naughty Spanish. “Y-you are… getting into dangerous territory here,” he tried to laugh jokingly, but his throat was dry. He swallowed again.

You lowered your voice and your eyelids. “I mean it,” you whispered against the shell of his ear. To punctuate your point, you rolled your hips, deliberately grinding your inner thigh against his forming erection. He was so wildly aroused with alcohol he thought he would come right there, but its effects were also preventing him from getting completely hard yet, something he should probably have been concerned about, but wasn’t.

“Would you like to go somewhere?” he said, voice strained with urgency. “I would very much like to go somewhere immediately and fuck your brains out, please. If that’s… alright with you.”

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The streets of Midtown were as bright and crowded as they were during the day, just a little less hurried—except for two people. You held Barba’s large hand, long elegant fingers laced with yours, laughing giddily in the warm summer air as you raced toward your hotel, stopping only to desperately kiss each other, fingers in each other’s hair, reigniting the flames that pulled you together.

Barba broke away panting, his lips wet with your saliva. The fresh air had a sobering effect, and something serious occurred to him. He had been animated and outgoing all night at the bar, but he suddenly very much resembled the shrewd lawyer whose picture you had seen in a news article. You felt like you’d been called to the principal’s office under the severity of his gaze, waiting for whatever it was he had to say.

“Did you take any pictures of us together?”

“I… might have taken a few selfies,” you admitted, terrified you’d committed a heinous faux pas.

“Good,” he said. “Do you have location data enabled? You should send those to someone you trust, along with the time you left the bar, and where we’re going.”

Gears in your head turned slowly to put together an intelligible response. You opened your mouth and declared, “...whuh?”

“You’re out drinking alone, taking a stranger home!” he gripped your shoulders as if to shake you. “Do you know how many cases never get off the ground because there’s no ID, no proof the victim and assailant were ever in the same room? Those photos would establish a timeline and a suspect, and would be enough for a warrant. Do you know what I would give to have evidence like that in every case? A lot more rapists would go to jail.”

“Are you… saying you’re a rapist?” you said slowly, cocking your head.

He stiffened, mentally replaying his own words. His eyes darted to the side, up, down, and three other directions in rapid succession. “N-no… But you have no way of knowing that. You’re too trusting. No matter how charming someone seems, it’s better to be paranoid and take precautions.”

“Uh-huh. Real charming. You know, it’s creepy telling someone that right before you’re going to sleep with them. How do you say that in Spanish?”

He groaned and looked so crestfallen it impressed upon you how much horror he must deal with every day, prosecuting special victims cases in the big city. How much that weighed on him and made him see nothing but worst-case scenarios around every corner. It didn’t seem so strange now that he was single—it must be impossible to connect with anyone when you live like that.

“I just… want you to be safe,” he said quietly, eyes down. A swelling of sympathy flooded your heart, and formed a lump in your throat. Before you could think twice, you’d pulled him into your arms.

“I feel very safe with you, Rafael.” Your words drew a tiny, strangled noise from his chest, and his grip around you tightened.

The mood had shifted catastrophically, to the point that it seemed unlikely a one-night stand was in your future any longer. Barba walked slowly by your side, lost in reflective silence. Sex or no, you invited him up to your hotel room. You would never get enough of being around him, and couldn’t bear to say goodbye, even if you were only sitting up talking of somber issues late into the night.

But by the time the elevator doors closed, leaving you completely alone together for the first time, your libidos overpowered the gloom and his hands were all over your body, his mouth hot and fervent against your throat. You moaned wantonly, confident in the privacy the elevator afforded as it whisked you upward toward the eleventh floor. You slipped your hands inside his jacket, feeling his solid pectoral muscles stretching his shirt, and he cupped a hand between your legs, kneading the crotch of your pants. Even through your jeans, it sparked a fire that sizzled through your whole body. You pulled at his back, drawing more of his weight against you.

The elevator chimed and the doors slid open. Several cleaning ladies stared unimpressed as you and Barba quickly unhanded each other, stood straighter, and tried to pretend you were dignified professionals just riding an elevator together and definitely not almost having sex in there.

They were far more used to seeing this sort of thing than you were, judging by their almost bored eye rolls, but as you passed them on your way into the hall, one of them muttered something in rapid Spanish that made the other women giggle and Barba trip over his feet, face neon red, and look down at the front of his pants which were sporting a very conspicuous tent.

“Madre de Dios,” he groaned.

Shoulders convulsing with laughter, you took his arm and led him to room, uh… You fumbled in your purse for your room key with the number written on it.

“This is my first time doing this,” you confessed as the magnetic lock clicked and the light on the door changed from red to green.

“Having sex?”

“With someone I just met. In a bar!” you teased, turning the handle.

Part of you wondered when both of you were going to wake up and realize you were acting like horny teenagers—that you shouldn’t be doing this. But you hoped you wouldn’t, at least not until morning. You weren’t nervous. If you had been introspective that night, that would have surprised you the most. The whole confident, sexy Mimi Márquez, Out Tonight act was just a character you put on for karaoke to get psyched up and out of your shell. If you had been questioning yourself, you would have wondered how a shy good girl was having a one-night stand with a handsome Manhattan lawyer wearing a suit that cost more than your mortgage and not having an anxiety attack. But you weren’t questioning yourself, and you weren’t nervous. You looked in his intelligent eyes that were as pale as the underside of a silver maple leaf or dark as a dense hemlock grove depending on the lighting, and you simply wanted him.

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He followed you into the dark hotel room, which was disappointingly small and shoddy for how expensive it was, so you left the lights off to preserve some mystery. The city glowed through the window brighter than a full moon, anyway. Barba pulled off his suit jacket, tossing it recklessly aside as he prowled toward you. Almost immediately, he thought better of this and found the heap of designer fabric on the floor next to the sandals you had kicked off, picked it up, smoothed it out, and carefully folded it over the back of an office chair at the little desk. He removed his tie and did the same.

You grinned behind your hand. Changing tunes so quickly from ravenously horny to prim—it didn’t surprise you that a guy who dressed as sharply as he did would have his priorities on wrinkle-avoidance even in the heat of the moment. It might have rubbed you as snobbish if it wasn’t so funny.

When he returned to you, his back was to the window, so you couldn’t make out the expression on his shadowed face, but the silhouettes of his shoulders were tense and his voice sheepish as if expecting a rebuke. “Sorry. I couldn’t leave it there. It’s a Brioni and—”

You slid your fingers under the pink-striped suspenders at both shoulders, closed your fists around them, and tugged. He lurched forward, and you caught his lips with yours. Letting out a surprised moan, he closed his eyes, and wrapped his arms around you, grateful you weren’t accusing him of vanity. You held firm to the elastic bands like a leash on him, pulling him closer when you wanted to deepen the contact until he was so enraptured he needed no extra encouragement to shove his tongue between your lips as they parted, his hands roaming your sides, your hair, and over the swell of your bottom, grabbing a handful.

“You really do… have the best ass… below 14th street,” he said devilishly, in between crushing his hungry mouth against yours.

Running down the length of his suspenders, your hands took a tour of his entire torso, enjoying the firm bulk of his chest, and the softness of his belly. You liked that there was something to love there. Gym rats with nothing but hard muscle were painfully dull. His stomach twitched ticklishly at your probing touch and he broke away from your lips to protest, so you continued your suspender tour all the way to the bottom, where the leather straps attached the elastic bands to his pants. His hips rocked forward, and his clothed cock pressed into your thigh. You let out a sultry breath and pushed your own hips back against him, lining him up against your clit to ignite a burning, tempting pressure between you. You couldn’t even kiss him. Your mouth hung slack, and all you could focus on was the friction of his hard cock against your aching cunt. You had to get out of these clothes.

“Bed. Now,” you huffed.

“Yeah.”

As he toed off his leather shoes, you slipped his suspenders off his shoulders and were slightly disappointed this did not immediately make his pants fall off. He climbed on top of the blanket, and you climbed onto his lap, throwing a leg over his hips.

An impressively sized hand with a vein meandering across it curled around that tempting leg, palming the tight denim stretched over your thighs. The hand rode up, found the bottom hem of your blouse and dove under it. You shivered as warm fingertips crested over your jeans and found your waiting skin.

“Are you okay with this?” he rasped, eyes flicking across your face.

“Keep going,” you nodded, the prickles of your skin screaming in protest at the thought that he might stop. His hand worked up your side, exploring new territory under your shirt. Every point of contact sent warm waves vibrating out to your most intimate parts. You lowered your mouth to his and your lips melted against his, pussy soaking through your underwear as you felt his body respond beneath you. His clever fingers found the band of your bra and inched over the fabric.

“Is this alright?” he paused his advance to check in again.

You leaned close and whispered, “I want you to touch me, papi,” darting your tongue just below his ear, and rolling your hips over his cock again. “Touch me everywhere.”

He growled, deep and throaty and thick with lust, his own hips bucking up to grind himself against yours. With your carte blanche permission given, a switch flipped inside him and he dove in, roughly palming your breasts with both hands, rolling the fat and finding your hardened nipples through your bra cups. Even through the thicker fabric, his thumbs circled and pinched the sensitive peaks hard enough that you whimpered with every sensation. Your hips were moving without your leave, desperately driving against his cock while your hands quickly worked to unbutton the front of your shirt. He had become an animal, his eyes unfocused, breathing heavy, lost in voracious need.

“S-slow down,” you tried asking, wondering if he would—if he could at this point, despite all his earlier talk of consent.

His hands were off you in an instant, and he was apologizing and asking if you were OK.

“Just testing your off switch,” you smirked as you finished the final button, and your blouse opened up. Marveling at the man beneath your legs, you unhooked the front clasp of your bra and felt his cock stir at the naked sight of you. Any lingering uncertainty was gone—you managed to score the most principled lay in all of New York sitting by himself in a karaoke bar, and you trusted him completely. “Since I already know your on switch, don’t I papi?”

He swore in Spanish, some excitingly lusty expressions you would have to take note of later.

“What was it again? Cómo se dice...” you teased, tapping your index finger against your lips in thought. You watched his pupils widen as you pinched your finger between your teeth. “Oh yeah. Damelo, papi. Damelo duro.”

Hearing those words from your perfect sensuous lips drove him wild. Grabbing your hips, he rolled you onto your back, swapping positions. His fevered mouth pressed wet kisses all over your exposed skin, heated breath dancing over your neck as his tongue flicked out to taste you. You reached down to curl your fingers into his thick, dark hair. He pushed your breasts, which had fallen to the sides, back together and ran his tongue through the cleavage. You drew in a sharp breath. “Just like that, papi,” you moaned. He took a nipple in his mouth, sucking and circling his tongue over it until your cunt was pulsating and your breath coming out in hard, ragged whimpers, then pinched it between his teeth, drawing a yelp of pleasure mixed with pain. You yanked at his hair and your hips bucked jerkily. Your core ached with emptiness, longing to be filled by his cock. You wrapped your legs around his lower back and pulled his hips down against you to feel more of him. The strangled noises in his throat were practically feral as his clothed sex rutted up against you, valiantly striving to be inside you through your pants. His mouth sloppily devoured your breasts until they were burned raw from his stubble.

He released your nipple with a wet noise and sat up to free his straining erection from his pants. The latching mechanism didn’t seem particularly hard, but after nearly a minute of fumbling he had made very little progress, and you held up a hand and told him to stop.

He whined and gave you puppy dog eyes, but did as you asked. “Is this another test?”

“No. It’s just… those pants are not that complicated.”

His head tipped in confusion.

“You’re really drunk, aren’t you?” You were tipsy yourself, but considering you could at least manage buttons, you had a sudden, sinking realization that he was far more incapacitated than you. He was so well-spoken and thoughtful you hadn’t noticed, but he was a lawyer—staying controlled and eloquent was his job. You might have been drunk, but he was drunk drunk. “If we have sex right now I think that would make me a predator.”

He frowned, cock still straining against the binds of his pants. “Technically, in New York state, being intoxicated does not invalidate sexual consent.”

“Don’t you lawyer this! I don’t care what’s technically legal—you are way too drunk. And I don’t want you waking up with regrets.”

His shoulders fell, because he knew you were right. It was a law he considered a glaring loophole, and he admired you for doing the right thing, but ¡maldita sea! he wished you were just a little less ethical. Deep down he knew he wouldn’t be doing this if he were in full command of himself tonight. But that was why he was so desperate to do it now. He would never let himself go again, not for a long time, and he would miss out on experiencing an intense—if ultimately not real—connection with someone. He would miss out on getting to be with you.

“Well...” you hesitated, watching the disappointment in his eyes displace what had moments ago been confidence and excitement, and tormented by your own unsatisfied ache. “I mean, we can still fool around, right?”

He laid his body down alongside you, his breath still coming in hot, shallow pants. His comforting weight settling beside you on the soft hotel mattress stirred up the coiling insistent heat between your legs. “Is this OK?” he whispered, voice heavy with lust. Blood pounded in your ears as his hand slipped under your waistband.

“Y-yeah, that’s OK,” you nodded. A compromise. It wasn’t sex. Technically.

Trapped tightly between your skin and your jeans, his fingers reached your slit, spreading it with surprising deftness to find your clit. Waves of pleasure exploded through your body as he pressed an irresistible finger to it, making your thighs spasm and lift off the mattress as you bit back a sinful cry. You were almost screaming from just one touch. The sound of throbbing blood in your ears was deafening, and your cunt throbbed in time with it to an unbearable tempo. God, you wanted him to fuck you with his cock.

He drew in a shaking breath as he observed your response, his lust-clouded eyes boring into you with a hint of the keen perceptiveness he used in court. He risked probing deeper, pushing a long digit farther into your panties, dragging it through your pussylips as you squirmed beneath him, then drew it back, dripping, to circle your clit, and smiled as you clamped a hand over your mouth to keep a neighbor-waking vocalization in check. You were soaking wet for him, and it made his erection strain jealously against the closure of his slacks. It had been too long, since he’d allowed himself time for anything other than work. It was almost unbearable having someone moan for him and not be able to fuck them. But you said no, so he focused on what you would allow him to do—on giving you the most earthshaking orgasm you’d ever experienced.

The tightness of your jeans was too restrictive, and you quickly unbuttoned them and zipped them down. “My papi’s fingers feel so good,” you groaned. “I want more of them.”

“You feel… so good,” he answered, lowering his mouth to yours for a fervent, but surprisingly tender kiss as he moved his fingertips over your swollen, stimulated cunt. He traced over your dripping entrance, and pressed in just the tip of one finger, leaving you gasping for more. He withdrew from your pants and brought his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean, his eyes closing as he savored it. “You taste good, too,” he whispered low and gravelly, almost a growl, though not one you would describe as predatory. There was no danger lurking behind those perceptive eyes—the thrill he gave you had a different source. Your tongue darted over his, dipping into his mouth to taste yourself on his broad tongue.

“Is papi going to fuck me with those fingers?” you challenged, enjoying the way his breath hitched every time you called him that. You’d heard it in passing and knew it was something like calling him “daddy,” but you’d never expected it to have such a big effect.

He helped you pull your jeans down below the swell of you ass, not bothering to take them all the way off and interrupt your pleasure any longer. Once he had all the access he needed, he plunged his fingers into you. He observed carefully, gauging your reaction in the way the slick walls of your cunt gripped and twitched around him, and the tone and frequency of your pleading moans. When one finger wasn’t enough, he added a second, satisfied with his judgment as you cried out and arched against him, your hands gripping the blanket at the stretch. “Te gusta, mamita?” he purred, but you were too breathless to give an answer except a throaty carnal whimper.

Adapting himself to your responses, he alternated penetrating you with his fingers and teasing your clit, kissing you hot and fierce, ramping up his intensity to draw louder and louder cries, leaving a trail of wet bruises down your neck. Curling his fingers inside you, he hit a sweet spot that made your legs begin to tremble. You wailed uninhibited and raw, too overwhelmed with pleasure to try to rile him with another “papi.” He sucked your pulse point under your ear, savoring the feeling of your blood racing beneath his lips. Knowing how turned you were, how much he was affecting you was so deliciously invigorating to his ego. As easily as he could command a courtroom, he’d never had the same confidence in his body. Past lovers would say he had perfect technique, but no soul, no intuition for what a they needed—but here you were, cunt twitching on his fingers, moaning over and over for him.

Your eyes kept closing to focus on what he was doing between your thighs, but when they opened you saw how intensely he was watching you. The arousal on his face as he watched was intoxicating. You had never seen such anyone look at you with such wanton lust, and it heightened your excitement.

“Rafael… Raf—oh, fuck,” you hissed, jerking your hips up to deepen the penetration. “Keep going... deeper!”

“Dime, ‘más profundo,’” he ordered softly, but confidently.

“M-más profundo, papi.”

“Eres buena estudiante,” he praised, a smile lighting his eyes as he sank his fingers deeper with enthusiasm. You were getting close, the fire singing between your thighs blossoming outward through your entire body but always coiling tighter in your core, building an unbearable tension that threatened to break you. He rocked his hips, and the heat twisted tighter at the feeling of his iron-hard cock grinding against you.

You squeezed your hand between your two bodies, groping blindly down his stomach until you found his pants and the massive tent he was pushing into your leg. You grasped the hard outline of his cock, squeezing it and working it through his clothes. He drew a sharp breath and for a moment the rhythmic thrusting of his fingers stuttered and paused. His hemlock-green eyes were black with arousal as they examined you. Then he rocked his hips, thrusting into your palm with a low groan, and his fingers pumped into you again with renewed vigor.

“Que buena chica eres… Just like that,” he croaked. His breathing was growing ragged, he was starting to fall apart with your hand working his cock.

He adjusted his weight to free his other hand, stroking the side of your face as he pressed a passionate kiss to your lips. His thumb kneaded your cheeks as they smiled against his mouth and went slack with lust. His mouth wandered lower, teasing your collar bone with light nips to make you yelp and sigh, then bending to take a mouthful of breast. He withdrew his two slick fingers from the depths of your cunt and circled your clit slowly, gently—then fast and rough as he sucked at a hardened nipple, drawing a shattered gasp from your throat. You rubbed his cock frantically, trying to repay some small amount of the pleasure he was giving you. When he plunged his fingers back inside, he added a third, and you moaned at the added fullness—at being stuffed tight, almost too much for you to handle, an intense pleasure threaded through with pain.

“Oh, fuck,” you cried out, eyes rolling back as you felt your climax build, every nerve ending in your body on fire.

“Is that a good fuck, or a bad fuck?”

“Good,” you stammered, barely holding yourself together. “Don’t stop, papi, I’m almost there.” The hint of pain faded into pure bliss as you imagined it was his cock splitting you open.

His eyes gleamed wickedly as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, watching you come undone with every stroke. This horrible week, he had felt so helpless, useless. It made him doubt himself. But this—this he had control over. Your body. Your arousal. Everything that had fallen apart wasn’t his fault; it was because of circumstances outside his authority to influence. When he was given complete control, this was his effect. He could get any result he wanted, elicit any twitch of your cunt, any moan from your lips, and have you singing in ecstasy just from his fingers. Imagine if you let him fuck you, the songs he could have you singing then.

He angled his hand so his palm was rubbing against your clit as he thrust, and he could tell you were riding the edge of the precipice by the helpless mewling whimpers pouring from your lips with increased fervor, how your walls began to invite him deeper, taking more of him until he was buried three knuckles deep and you were still bucking your hips to intensify each thrust, starving for more. His own hips began rocking at a frantic pace into your hand.

“Rafael… Oh, Rafael,” you moaned. You loved the shape of his name in your mouth. It was like you weren’t even strangers, the more you said it. For him, it would have been too personal for a casual hookup most nights, but for some reason it turned him on even more than when you called him papi.

“Ven conmigo,” he urged softly, his hips stroking at a delirious pace that did not match his calm tone. You didn’t recognize what it meant, but the sound of Spanish rolling over his tongue mixed with the wet lewd noises of his fingers fucking you drove you to the edge.

“I’m gonna—I’m gonna...” Your voice broke.

He ducked his head back to your chest and drew a nipple between his teeth, sucking hard just as you came over the precipice and pushing you off it with a violent shove until you wailed out loud, careening into a free-fall steeper and farther than you’d prepared for, your back arching and your walls crashing around his fingers, clenching and convulsing around them.

“Open your eyes,” he said. “Look at me.” You could hear the lawyer in his voice—controlled, assertive. Not quite a command, but your eyes fluttered open obediently. Holding eye contact while your body was being rocked by wave upon wave of fierce climax was too intimate, but he repeated his request low and soft as a tiger’s purr. Your met his gaze and held it. The look of lust on his face, his lips softly parted, lower lip quivering, renewed the strength of your orgasm and sent another shockwave coursing through you.

He kept pumping into you through your orgasm, riding out the aftershocks, until your legs were shaking and weak. The sensation of you coming on his fingers turned him on so much, he only needed to rock into your hand once more, flick his tongue over your breast, and he lost control. He was not vocal as you were as his thighs trembled with his own release, but his hips slowed, and then stopped, their desperate thrusting, and you felt a warm, wet spot soak through the front of his pants. Your gasping cries were stochastic and desperate now, overstimulated—you pushed his hand out of your underwear to stop his relentless fingers, and he rolled off of you heavily.

Laying back on the soft pile of hotel pillows, he slowed his breathing, then sucked his fingers clean one by one with a lascivious growl of pleasure. You watched him, shivering with fascination, and he glanced back at you with a piercing gaze. “I want to fuck you next time. Por favor, déjame a cogerte.”

Next time. You turned away, your cheeks burning up. You never assumed there would be a next time to this, but your heart wouldn’t stop beating at the thought.

“Next time sounds good. That was…” You turned back to praise him, but his eyes were already closed, and a light snore was emanating from his nose. “...Amazing, you lightweight.”

The dizzying effect of all the booze was catching up alarmingly quickly now that you were spent. After the strenuous effort of tugging the blanket out from under Barba so you could tuck it over him, you were completely worn out, and within a minute you were fast asleep as well, cuddled under his arm, your chests rising and falling in unison.

#Rafael Barba #Rafael Barba x Reader #Raúl Esparza #SVU #smut #Barba x female reader #My writing #thatesqcrush kink bingo #I am curious how intelligible this is to someone who speaks zero spanish #hopefully the dialogue tags & context explain enough

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this is just a story i made and tbh i dont feel like translating it lmao (there is supposed to be images for the outfits and stuff but idk why it didnt put it as the actual image lol)

Spanish class:

¨For the last time he doesn't speak english emma¨ i heard my Spanish teacher say. ¨yes he does he just only uses it when he is around me or other people he feels comfortable¨ i said while looking at cesar. ¨si sra. ella tiene razòn¨ cesar said with a childish smirk on his face that got me every time. He had broken up with his ex girlfriend a couple months prior which led him to ask me out. When he had asked me out I had said yes almost immediately because I have had a crush on him for a while. Fast forward to now we have been dating for a month or so and we are walking out of spanish class holding hands. As we were walking to science class I heard whispers from the other 8th graders because they thought we were both single.

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Science class:

As me and Cesar got to science class we were lining up and someone told us to kiss for a picture and we did so and the person took a picture of us. ¨ Are you going to post that on the arvada k8 couple instagram page?¨ the person nodded their head. ¨ahora todos van a saber que estamos saliendo¨ cesar said while looking at me with a smile in his eyes. ¨cesár! No quería que todos lo supieran todavía , pera ahora lo sabrán debido a la maldito foto de instagram y creo que se acaba de subir porque mi teléfono está explotando¨ i said while looking at cesar with a half pissed off and half almost laughing look. ¨nena jaja esta bien¨ cesar said while patting my back.

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After school:

Cesar and I are walking out of Spanish class and I grab his beanie and run downstairs because he never takes it off and I put it on. ¨nena, vuelve aquí ahora!¨ césar half yelled while running after me. One thing about Cesar is he doesn't like it when I call him mean names but he knows it's a joke. ¨sin perra¨ I said while running and laughing. ¨Emma Irene Gutiérrez vuelve aquí YA!¨ césar yelled, which made me stop dead in my tracks and turn around to face him. ¨ s-si bebe?¨ I say, trying not to look up. ¨hablaremos cuando lleguemos a tu casa por ahora toma mi mano y callate¨ he said as i held his hand and we walked to my house.

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At emma's house:

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¨¨¿Que fué eso que dijiste acerca de que yo era una perra, nena?¨ cesar said while trying to be serious and trying not to laugh. ¨nena, era una broma, pero la gente miraba cuando me gritabas porque nunca te escuchan gritar¨ i said while laughing. ¨Emma, ¿tienes alguna tarea que hacer?¨ cesar asked while pulling out his computer. ¨Creo que sí César¨ I said while pulling out my computer and checking my google classes for any homework.

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After homework

¨César quieres ver netflix?¨ I asked him while turning my tv on and opening netflix. ¨que vamos a ver?¨ ¨advina cesar¨ i said while picking out the movie for us to watch. ¨chicas malas dos otra vez¨ he said with a slight smile. ¨si nena¨

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In the night:

As I got into my pajamas, Cesar made the bed so we can go to sleep. ¨Cesar hay algo que quieras antes de irnos a la cama?¨ I said while sitting down on my bed. ¨Un beso amor¨ he said while looking at me. I go over to him and give him a kiss. ¨ ¿Estás lista para ir a la cama Emma?¨ I nod while scooting closer to Cesar so we can cuddle throughout the night.

Cesar and emma:

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The next day:

The alarm went off at 7:00am and Cesar and I both woke up. ¨César, qué me pongo hoy para la esquela?¨ i said while looking through my closet for a cute outfit

Emma's outfit:

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¨cesar puedo usar esto?¨ I said while showing him the outfit I had chosen to wear to school. ¨si, pero cuando lleguemos a la escuela dime si alguien intenta tomar una foto o hacer algo¨ he said while i was putting the outfit on.

Emma's hair:

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¨César me queda bien el pelo?¨ I asked while parting my hair so it's even on each side. ¨si mi amor te ves hermosa¨ he said which made me blush.

Césars outfit:

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¨no olvides nuestras mochilas¨ i said while grabbing my backpack and césar grabbed his also.

At school:

As César and I kissed goodbye we went to our separate classes. When our classes ended we walked to each other and held hands until we had to go to our separate classes again.

Lunch time:

¨hola bebé cómo estuvo la clase?¨ cesar said while hugging me from behind. ¨estuvo bien como fue la clase para ti césar?¨ ¨fue agradable pero te extrañé cuando estaba en clase.¨ We went to sit down at the lunch table sitting our backpacks down so we could go get our lunch. We get back to the table and start to eat our lunch. ¨podemos tomar una foto por favor césar?¨ I asked while taking out my phone. ¨si pero solo uno.¨ he said while smiling.

The picture:

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Spanish class:

We walk into Spanish class and we sit down next to each other. We open our computers and do the work for Spanish class. ¨ Así que César y Emma cuánto tiempo han estado saliendo ustedes dos?¨ The Spanish teacher asked us. ¨nosotras hemos estado saliendo por un mes¨ I answered her. ¨estaba preguntado porque vi la foto de ustedes dos besándose en la página de instagram de arvada k8¨ she said with a slight smile. Class goes on and it eventually finishes and we go to our next shared class which is science class.

Science class:

As we got into science class we sat down and started doing our work for that class. We were in science class when someone took a picture of us kissing again and they put it on the arvada k8 instagram couples page. ¨ya tengo dos fotos es una maldita semana.¨ I said, a little bit pissed off. ¨Emma esta bien, es solo una imagen¨ he said while rubbing my back to calm me down.

After school:

Cesar and I walk home holding hands as usual. We get to my house and go straight to my room.

Emma's room:

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¨cesar, que debemos ver en la televisión?¨ i said while scrolling through Netflix looking for a movie to watch. ¨nosotras debríamos ver la batalla olvidada.¨

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We watch the movie and it soon ends. ¨cesar, que debemos hacer ahora?¨ I asked while getting a little bored. ¨nosotras deberíamos hacer comida.¨ ¨pero que¨ I asked. He grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen. ¨nosotras podemos hacer fideos ramen.¨ he said while pulling out 2 packets of ramen for us. He makes the ramen noodles and we head back to my room.

In the night:

Cesar and I get into our pajamas and we also make the bed. ¨cesar podemos ver una película?¨ I asked while turning the tv on. ¨segura que quieres ver?¨ ¨ Harry potter.¨ I said with a slight smile on my face. We watch Harry potter and then we go to sleep.

The next day:

The alarm goes off and Cesar and I start to get ready for school.

Emma's outfit:

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Cesar´s outfit:

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obsidianfr3sk · 3 years

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40, for the weird asks? :) (*señora chismosa mode on*)

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

All the weird shit that has happened at my school has been traumatic for me, in some way or another, but I finally remembered a particular story that’s not so yay :D

Título: el día en el que mi escuela went all modo Facebook Bronco Investigation por una perra mamada

All of this happened at a Catholic school.

I was in my first year of Jr. High School (which for my American followers, it’s the equivalent of 7th grade) That particular day, we were at was at Grammar class, working, like a normal day. Suddenly, the teacher (which we’re gonna call Eliza, since she was a big Hamilton fan and was super sweet) received a text and told us she needed to go to the principal’s office. We were left alone for a good ten minutes before Miss Eliza came back, with other three teachers. One of those teachers was Mr. Simon, who was our titular at the time (idk the english word for it, but it’s basically the teacher who is in charge of our group and he handles the logistics of it, like grades, parents conferences, and that stuff). He ordered us to put our backpacks on top of our desks and then made us to sat down at the front of the classroom, and with a super serious expression, told us:

“Kids, I hope we don’t find what they told me we are going to find.”

GUYS, I SWEAR I HAD NEVER HEARD HIM TALK TO US LIKE THAT BEFORE, HE WAS ACTUALLY A PRETTY LAID BACK DUDE I WAS SO CONFUSED DKHFJFKDSHFJKDS

The teachers started to check all our backpacks, while we just watch them without being able to intervene. I had always been a bitch for gossip so I was gazing at all the four teachers, and saw with my two eyes how one of them take out of one my classmate’s backpack a bag full of gummies, smelled them, and said to Mr. Simon, “No, these are not the ones.”

And me, being a little 13-year-old girl, who was just starting to understand the world, my first thought was: “THEY ARE LOOKING FOR DRUGS MY CLASSMATES ARE A BUCH OF NARCOTRAFICANTES THE SCHOOL IS GOING TO CLOSE AND I’M GONNA WATCH ONE OF THESE FUCKERS GETTING ARRESTED OMG NO-”

After that, Mr. Simon told us we could go back to our thing and left with the rest of the teachers. All my classmates shared one brain cell and started to make all kinds of theories, that just got worse when the teachers (and the freaking principal) started to call some girls to the office. One of those girls, was a this one named Evander that’s the name I gave her when I was telling another story involving her jaja, who was really out-going, popular, pretty, and, from my point of view, the kind of person who would be selling drugs at school. Some girls of my class and I were waiting for her and the others to come back during our second recess, theorizing about what was going on and looking like we were about to start praying the rosary or something.

When Girl Evander (?) came back, she was a crying mess. She told us the principal and another teacher (who is not important so we’re not gonna give her a name) were practically interrogating her, telling her that her name had come up multiple times with other suspects and that if she named people, she wouldn’t get into any trouble, that they were going to call her parents, and that stuff that you say to kids to scare the shit out of them into confessing something.

And when she was finally able to tell us what they were looking for...

They were looking for a cellphone. A freaking cellphone.

Because apparently some girls had been doing musicallys and recording IG stories wearing the uniform and at the school’s restroom, which was against protocol or something (?). Also, our school had a serious policy against cellphones. But... extremely serious, I swear it. Their logic was: “Sexual harassment? Gender violence? That’s just kids being kids. Recording musicallys with your friends tho is fucking disgusting and you are going to jail for it”.

That day they did found cellphones. Our class was the “well-behaved” one, so we were lucky, but the other 7th-grade class was treated like.. literally criminals. They had to take off their shoes, they went through their lunchboxes and the girls had to jump in front of female teachers to see if they had their cellphones hidden between their clothes. I don’t remember if Girl Evander was one of them but she said, “I don’t get why they are so mean about the whole phone thing, what harm can it cause?”

Four years later, we are at the same high school and she gets expelled during our first semester after recording the inside of the boy's restroom while a younger kid was taking a piss and put it on her IG stories. So... that was kind of ironic.

To this day, I’m not sure why the teachers acted like that. The whole school felt really weird that day and some were genuinely scared. That school was shitty anyways, fuck them kjsdhfajshjsad

TL;DR: My school did a cellphone search during 7th grade, acted like they were the DEA, and the girl who was more vocal about her frustration with the whole “cellphones are prohibited because they can expose you if you put things on the internet that reveal personal information” got expelled from our highschool after recording a younger boy while he was peeing.

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mustyrosewater · 4 years

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𝗷𝗲𝗻𝗻𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 . 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘 .

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝘆𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘇𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝘇, 𝘂𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗮𝘆𝗮, 𝗺𝗲𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗱𝗮 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝟭𝟵𝟵𝟭. 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀. 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀. 𝘆𝗮𝘆𝗮, 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗮 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝘃 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 b𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗱𝗿𝗼 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗹, 𝗮 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿. 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗵𝗼𝘄, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝟮𝟬 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀, 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘄.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟰,𝟰𝟴𝟳

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁

𝗮/𝗻: 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝗶 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆, 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱, 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹!

they say you never forget your first best friend was high school, a friendship so sacred and real wasn't easy to forget. peter balmaceda was no exception to this rule. even by the time yaritza diaz, usually known as yaya had reached her late thirties, the friendship she'd shared with peter was still so fresh in her mind it felt like yesterday. even if had been nearly twenty years since she'd actually seen him, she didn't think she could ever forget the boy who called her yaya and who she lovingly referred to as flaco. each memory she shared with him was a treasure to her, the polaroids still kept snugly in diary were evidence of that; the polaroids of them smoking weed together out the back of their school building, along with the one of them where he held her over his shoulder, his mouth held open in laughter as the image was taken. the images of them forever frozen and captured on polaroids that had begun to brown around the edges due to age, blurry from the shitty quality that seemed to add all the more nostalgia to them. -- "yartiza!" her mothers use of her full name was never a good sign, especially when it was accompanied by the sound of her alarm that had no doubt been going off for the past few minutes; yaya really shouldn't have been surprised that she'd slept in for the first day of the school year. should she have set an earlier alarm? probably. slamming her hand down on the alarm once, she cringed when it only continued, finally lifting her hand from the pillow to squint at the alarm clock before slamming her hand the top once more, a lot harder than before. while her alarm does stop, she manages to knock it off of her desk at the same time, looking down at the clock in satisfaction, a small smirk coming to her face. "YARITZAAA!" with wails that could battle the likes of la llorona, yaya heard her mothers footsteps getting louder and closer to her shut door. preparing herself for her mother wrath, she quickly got out of bed, almost tripping over the clothes strewn along the floor before regaining her footing only when her mother opened the door, revealing her daughter to now be rummaging through her closet. her mothers face revealed that she was less than impressed, her hands landing on her hips. her eyes traveled around her daughters room, taking a moment to cringe at it's messy state before looking back at her daughter. "ay, lartiza, how are you going to survive the rest of the year if you're late on the first day." the only response to her mothers nagging was a roll of her eyes and a shrug of her shoulders, finally finding the shirt and jeans that she was looking for, pulling them out and chucking them on the bed. "enrique already left ten minutes ago! you need to start waking up earlier yaya." this was always the routine, without failure at least once a day she'd have to be compared to her older brother, whether it was in the way he dressed, his grades or even the music he listened to, yaritza was always the disappointment in her mothers eyes. "mama! can i get dressed now?" she didn't mean to snap. that was a lie, she just didn't mean to make it so obvious. after years and years she had only gotten the courage to snap at her mother just as she started highschool, she could still remember the look on her younger brothers face the first time it happened. the only response her mother gave was a small 'hmph' before turning on her heel and marching out of her daughters room, her footsteps still echoing all the way to the kitchen. it was only moments later when gabriel's head poked through her doorway, a grin set on his freckled face. "ay dios mio yaya, you tryna give her a stroke?" his question only resulted in the two sharing a knowing grin, with yaya biting her lip to mask her laughter. "that's the plan bebito." she says while simultaneously pulling her baby brother into a her arms, ruffling his already messy hair. she laughs as her baby brother lets out an uncomfortable groan and tries to squirm out of her arms. "don't call me bebito." he grunts, pulling out of her arms and giving his older sister a glare. she only smirks at him and shoves him playfully, "go, start getting dressed before i put you in a headlock bebito." she says, putting emphasis on the nickname he hates oh so much. he flips her off with a smile as he leaves her room, leaving yaya to finally change into her clothes for the day. taking a moment to stand in front of the mirror putting on the hoop earrings that her mother hated so much despite being a gift from her father; sometimes yaya wondered if she wore the things she did just to annoy her mother, and each time the answer was yes. was it petty? yes, did yaya give a single shit? no. walking into the kitchen, she was greeted by the sight of her papa sitting at the table drinking coffee from a mug they'd gotten on their trip to san fransico about two years back; she could remember it just like yesterday, gabriel had been too scared to walk across the bridge so yaya had ended up staying with him while enrique and their parents did. always a fun memory for her to look back on. approaching her father, she leaned down to kiss his wrinkled forehead. "buenos dias papa." she said, giving him a big grin which her father returned happily. "buenos dias princesa." his gruff, morning laced voice replied, turning back down to his coffee and newspaper. "estás emocionada por la escuela?" he asked her, wondering if she was excited for her first day at new school, which was a bit of an obvious question; yaya only groaned in reply, causing her papa to erupt in a deep bellied laughter. looking around, she spotted her bag sat by the door and grabbed it, slinging the strap over her shoulder. the knitted tote bag was more colorful than a pack of skittles, knitted for her by her abuela a few years back and since then yaya refused to use any other bag. "ay! yaya! you're going to be late!" her mothers shrill voice rung in her ears, having just walked out from the bathroom. "ok! ok! im going!" yaya assured, holding her hands up in defense before reaching for her skateboard, still leaned up against the wall as she'd left it despite her mothers compaints. "adios princesa! te amo!" her father called out as she walked out of the door. "te amo!" she called back, shutting the grate behind her with a loud bang and walking down the small set of stairs out of their apartment complex. as she walked out of the driveway, she spotted her neighbour, a sweet old lady she'd known for years, currently checking her mail. "buenos dias, miss morales." she bid her a good morning happily, smiling brightly as the woman looked up at her through her thick framed glasses. "oh! beunos dias yaya!" she replied, giving her a small wave which was returned. continuing down the street, yaya quickly placed her skateboard on the ground and stepped on with one foot, using the other to push off and begin gliding down the street. as she skated past houses, the wind whipped through her hair and the sound of the beach was clear in the distance, waves crashing and seagulls cawing. a pleased smile came to her lips as she skated on the footpath, this was what made the daily trip to school worth it, being able to just have these few minutes to herself in the morning. being born and raised in miami, it had almost certainly left it's mark on yaya, everything from the way she dressed to the music she listened to, it all reeked of her home town and she wouldn't have had it any other way. her mother came here from cuba with the american dream in mind, leaving behind relatives a glorified warzone. her father left for the same reasons, but unlike his wife, he encouraged cuban culture among his family, even going so far as to only speak spanish in the house, he was always desperate to share his culture with his children, so as they not forget their roots. gabriel and yaya hadn't had a problem with that, always eager to learn and be taught about their homeland. it was enrique and her mother that wanted to americanize themselves, and in yaya's eyes, they were welcome to that as they pleased, so long as they didn't force it onto her. yaya's mother had even tried to make her start going by mary, a proposal which yaya and her father quickly shut down. she'd be lying if she said it didn't hurt, the fact that her mother was taking success to be more important than her own culture, preferring the american dream over her own familia. that was the main source of the conflict between yaya and her mother, the older she became, the more she was thinking for herself and thus, being less susceptible to her mothers control. she'd heard her mother venting to her friends on the phone about her daughter, calling her ungrateful among other things that yaya had been too upset to stay and hear. ever since then there had been a wall between the two, a wall that couldn't be broken down and probably never would. ripped rather harshly out of her thoughts, yaya almost trips as she takes a sharp left turn, narrowly missing two boys walking on the footpath, around gabriels age. her heart races as she regains her balance on the board, letting out a huff just as she spots her school just down the street. orange county school of arts, the school her mother begged her not to choose, claiming there was no way to get a successful degree from a school like that. "why don't you try something like enrique? maybe try being a nurse?" her mothers words echoed in her mind as she stopped her board, picking it up and walking the rest of the way towards the entrance where other kids were already entering. once again comparing her to her older brother had only ended up making yaya more determined to attend ocsa, desperate to rub it in her mothers face. that was also the main reason she worked as hard as she did, she was able to admit that it was out of spite, but she wasn't complaining if it meant she could have an above average report guard to rub in her mothers face every year. if it was up to yaya's mother, she would have no doubt finished highschool and met a nice boy and settle down and get married. out of all the cuban values her mother had conveniently decided to keep, it had to be that one. yaya would be lying if she said she wasn't a feminist, something some people may dislike her for; but in yaya's mind, if they disliked her for holding such 'controversial' views, they could go and fuck themselves. entering the building through double doors, she was immediately greeted by the hustle and bustle of people, some desperate to get to their first classes, some taking their sweet time talking to their partners by their lockers. all that yaya did was head straight down the hallway in the direction of her locker, the same locker she'd had since she first started attended, having never changed throughout her entire time there. "yayaaa!" a voice that she was able to recognize instantly rang out from a few meters behind her, quickly turning around, the sight of a head of thick brown hair bouncing towards her filled her vision. out of the crowd popped her best friend since the end of elementary school, camila. she called her best friends name back affectionately before her arms wrapped around yaya's neck like a vice. camila was a bombshell, her hair always teased to absolute perfection and in adorable shorts and colorful button ups, she always looked like she'd just stepped off of an issue of vogue, even in her worst moments. "how are you chica?" she asked, unwrapping her arms from around yaya's shoulders and grinning at her with that award winning smile. "not looking forward to this." yaya replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes and turning back to her locker, placing her skateboard inside and shutting the door with a loud bang, making sure that it was locked properly. as much as she didn't want to admit it, this was miami, people stole shit all the time. she'd remembered the time camila had left one of her expensive perfumes inside her locker and had nearly had a meltdown when she came back to find her door wide open and anything of moderate value long gone; she was still bitter about the theft even now and yaya knew better than to mention the instance. "oh calm down, you're already doing better than i am." camila reassured with a wave of her hand, hooking her arm in yaya's and walking through the halls, narrowly avoiding all the people in the crowded area. "so what do you have first?" she asked, tilting her head and raising her eyebrows expectantly. furrowing her brows, yaya racked her brain in an attempt to remember exactly what class she had first and then so on and so fourth. "english, math then drama." yaya didn't mind that lineup, the only thing she wasn't looking forward to was drama. the only reason she even chose the subject as her elective was because the only other option was ceramics, and she would rather go to an early grave than do ceramics, she could already hear her mother nagging her about it. "this is what i pay for you to do at school?" and then she'd go on and on about the mediecal degree enrique was planning to do, yeah, no thanks. so drama it was. she was at least thankful of the fact that after discussing it with the teacher, it was agreed that her and another small group of students would study costuming instead, learning both practical and theory, learning of theatre clothing's history as well as designing and making costumes for the productions that the class would put on. yaya had never been more thankful of her mother forcing her to learn how to sew and follow patterns since the time she was able to hold and needle and thread, as well as forcing her into several home economics classes all throughout school. her experience with theatre kids had not been a positive one, the last drama class she'd taken was in elementary school and she'd promised herself never again, not since she'd been made to kiss another boy who, despite being told it was an actors kiss, decided to shove his tongue into her mouth. she'd ended up slapping him on stage and storming off, ruining the show. yaya didn't regret slapping him, however, she did regret the big fat red f that found it's way onto her report card. the only f she'd ever gotten to this very day. "well, let me know if there's any cute boys in your classes chica, i gotta go." camila gave her a wink, leaving yaya on her own shaking her head. camila was admittedly boy crazy, practically every few months she had a new boy she was in love with; each time she would promise yaya that this one was different, and it always ended the same, with yaya holding camila while she cried onto her shoulder. she didn't hold this against camila, she a hopeless romantic at heart and if that was what she wanted to do, camila would simply be there as a supportive friend, a shoulder to cry on each time another boy broke her heart. maybe some part of yaya envied camila, falling in and out of love was so easy for her, within another month she'd still be just as confident and bubbly, dismissing her old boyfriend. yaya wished she could get over things that easily, evidenced by the fact that she was still bitter about the situation with the boy during the play, yaya held grudges easier than one would think. letting out a long winded sigh, yaya simply went down the hall in the direction of her english class praying that mr ramirez wasn't going to be her teacher again his year. last year, he'd shoved mountains of essays onto yaya, claiming that he was just trying to push her so that she could reach her full potential. part of yaya thought that was bullshit and that mr ramirez just had it out for her; no matter what she believed she was still able to say that she'd passed that class with a b, not the best, but certainly not the worst by yaya's mothers standards. yaya's father was a different story when it came to school, he encouraged her to follow her passions of costume design, and each time she came home with a report card, her father would only stroke her shoulder and say "as long as you're having fun princesa, i don't care what marks you get." she'd guessed that was the part of her father that strived to give his children the childhood they'd never had, giving them the freedom to explore what they wanted to because that's just what you did in america, you followed your dreams. yaya's mother would have scoffed at such a statement, no doubt she'd go on a rant about how "dreams don't pay the bills." sometimes, yaya wondered how her parents had even fallen in love in the first place. -- her first two classes had gone by quicker than expected, yaya was grateful that instead of mr ramirez, her english teacher for the year was mrs. myers, a polite middle ages woman with teased hair and glasses that should have stayed in 1984, but was none the less a breeze to be taught by. the only thing yaya didn't appreciate was that she was a sucker for romance novels, always keeping a copy and pride and prejudice on her desk, referencing it every chance she got. "oh that sounds like something mr. darcy would do." yaya could have sworn the woman thought she was destined to marry mr darcy and live in a mansion in europe, though she couldn't blame her for trying, it sounded like a decent life. the time for her drama class rolled around and reared its ugly head sooner than she would have liked, dreading it already as she walked down the hall to come face to face to the door decorated with paper cutouts of the image of the two masks, one smiling and one frowning, a sign on the door labelled 'theatre production.' in swirly cursive font that took yaya longer than she would admit to read. she could already hear people talking inside and turned to look at the clock on the wall; she wasn't late. of course theatre kids were always eager to start, something she'd forgotten. wrapping her hand around the door handle, she twisted it and swung the door open. the talking immediately grew louder now that she was actually in the room and she fought the urge to cringe at the volume level, theatre kids were also loud, something yaya should have prepared herself for. as she looked around, she observed a few students sitting on desks talking to each other, as well as others sitting on chair reading books. from what she tell, they all seemed to have outgoing and bubbly personalities, a majority of them talking with their hands, making big gestures as they described what yaya was certain to be absolutely riveting topics. sarcasm was eminent. she was disheartened to realize that she didn't recognize anyone apart from maybe two or three people that she shared classes with but never talked to; letting out a quiet huff, she quickly spotted a spare chair and headed straight for it and sat down, placing her bag by her feet. it was about another five minutes before the teacher walked in, a middle aged woman with chunky jewelry and a floor length skirt patterned with flowers. all the talking ceased as she leaned on the desk and looked at every body, a bright smile on her face. "hello everyone, i'm mrs martinez, but please, call me jude." her voice was soft and smooth, every word spoken to perfection. yaya didn't doubt that this was due to experience on stage, learning to project her voice had no doubt lended to her teaching. mrs martinez, or jude, clapped her hands together excitedly, her several plastic bracelets jingling with her movements. "before we begin the lesson i'll just do roll call." she spoke, reaching behind her to grab a clipboard with names, holding up a colourful novelty pen covered in flowers. she began to read out the names, ticking the box beside them each time she got an answer. yaya didn't really pay attention, only focusing enough to listen out for her own name not really caring to learn her classmates names. everybody else seemed to excited for yaya's taste, some wearing stupid smiles purely from being able to call out 'here.' part of her wanted to judge these kids more than she already was, but another part of her couldn't find but find their goofy enthusiasm somewhat charming. "marisol?" jude called out, lifting her head to look around the room expectantly. the use of her first time made yaya visually cringe, turning her attention up to make eye contact with jude before raising her hand awkwardly, leaning back in her chair. "it's yaritza." she spoke rather unenthusiastically. no matter how many times she asked the office to change it, her school id still read as her first name rather than her middle name she chose to go by. it wasn't that she particularly hated the name itself, it was just the fact that it was the name her mother chose when she was born. going by her middle name was just another way for yaya to distance herself from her mother, who even now had been calling her by her middle name after far too long correcting her mother when she referred to her as her middle name. she could feel eyes on her as she lowered her hand, especially seeing as she'd gone to the effort to correct the teacher, this was already more attention than she wanted. "ok, yaritza it is." jude replied, not bothering to put the accent on her name and instead saying it with her completely american accent. that always annoyed her, people never made the effort to say her name right, it just sounded wrong without the accent, and yet she couldn't be bothered to even attempt to correct her, no doubt it would simply result in the attention being on her for longer. reading through the rest of the names, jude placed her clip board down and nodded her head, satisfied. "now i think it's a good time for a little excercise for every body to get to know each other better." yaya wanted to audibly groan but fought the urge, only opting to cross her arms and tilt her head back slightly, focusing on the ceiling and the fluorescent lights flickering softly every now and then. she tuned out whatever june was saying unable to will herself to focus on whatever it was she was having them do. it was only when she heard chairs shuffling and people beginning to talk that she lowered her head back down, observing as people began to walk around the room, shaking hands with people and beginning to talk with each other. she didn't stand up from her chair, only looked down to play with her nails, staring at the chipped burgundy nail polish that she reminded herself to re apply when she got home that day. "hi." the voice came from in front of her, as yaya looked up at the source, she hadn't even realized that someone had walked in front of her. she took in the boys appearance, brown hair styled back with gel, a white shirt under an oversized knitted sweater paired with jeans and chucks. it was only when her eyes trailed back up to his face that she saw he was looking at her expectantly, hands tucked away in the pockets of his jeans and shifting his weight awkwardly. "can i help you?" yaya didn't mean to sound so mean when the words left her mouth, but she couldn't help the way they'd sounded. whoever he was, he hadn't been deterred by her tone, instead he only offered her a thin smile, turning his head back to look at june watching everybody interact before turning back to yaya. "well, she said to go up to someone you didn't know and introduce yourself, so..." the boy only shrugged, taking one hand out his jean pocket and extending it out to her, quickly readjusting the sleeve that had fallen over his hand momentarily. "i'm peter." yaya couldn't help the smile coming to her face, his unapologetic awkwardness about the whole situation was funny to her, especially the goofy he smile he offered her when he saw her reaction. she held up her hand, giving his a small shake, still sitting down in the chair, only leaning forward when shaking his hand. "yaritza." she said, only to receive a small chuckle from peter who quickly returned his hand to his pocket, looking down at the floor while he chuckled, the smile having only grown wider if that were possible, now displaying a set of dimples. he looked back up at her nodding his head "yeah i know, you definitely made sure of that." he wasn't making fun of her, only trying to make light of what was undoubtedly an awkward situation. yaya was unable to stop herself from being infected by his contagious goofy nature, finding it hard to drop the grin that had now found it's way on her face. she shrugged her shoulders playfully. "who else is going to?" she poked back, already finding that she was enjoying peters company. if she was able to make at least one friend in this class at all, which was something she prayed wouldn't be too difficult a task, she had to be honest. she wouldn't be complaining if the one friend she made this year was peter.

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lypomania · 4 years

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�� The Present Perfect and Pluperfect in Spanish 🌙

In Spanish there are two main forms of verbs in the perfective aspect: the present perfect (es presente perfecto) and the pluperfect (el pluscuamperfecto). These verb forms are conjugated by combining some conjugation of 'haber' with a past participle.

🌸 Part I - Past Participles 🌙

So what even is a past participle? A past participle is essentially a way of stating that an action has been completed. We do this in English typically by adding -ed to the end of a verb (ex. create » created). This way a verb can be used with a perfective aspect (ex. I have finished the assignment) and can also be used as an adjective (ex. it is finished).

In Spanish the past participle serves the same function. It can be used to put an action in the perfective aspect (ex. yo he comido “I have eaten”) or as an adjective (ex. está comido “it’s eaten”). There are three main categories of verbs in the past participle in Spanish.

The first category is the past participle of regular -ar verbs (ex. cantar, bailar, gritar, etc.) To put these verbs in the past participle simply remove the -ar at the end of the verb and replace it with -ado.

Examples:

cantar (sing) » cantado (sang, sung)

bailar (dance) » bailado (danced)

gritar (scream) » gritado (screamed)

necesitar (need) » necesitado (needed)

viajar (travel) » viajado (traveled)

The second category is the past participle of regular -er and -ir verbs (ex. comer, correr, venir, etc.) To put these verbs in the past participle simply remove the -er or -ir and replace it with -ido.

Examples:

comer (eat) » comido (eaten)

correr (run) » corrido (ran)

venir (come) » venido (came)

tener (have) » tenido (had)

sentir (feel) » sentido (felt)

Note! There are some verbs which are still regular -er and -ir verbs that get an accent right before the ‘d’ but still are regular. This happens mainly for pronounciation purposes and to keep the proper stress, as this tends to happen with -er/-ir verbs with diphthongs. Some examples are:

leer (read) » leído (read)

caer (fall) » caído (fallen)

traer (bring) » traído (brought)

The third and final category of past participles is the irregular ones, of which there are a good number. Some of these are similar to each other, but in general they dont follow a singular rule with which we can categorize them with other past participles. These are:

abrir (open) » abierto (opened)

absolver (absolve) » absuelto (absolved)

cubrir (cover) » cubierto (covered)

descubrir (discover, reveal) » descubierto (discovered, revealed)

decir (say) » dicho (said, spoken)

describir (describe) » descrito, descripto* (described)

desdecir (deny) » desdicho (denied)

deshacer (undo, unmake) » deshecho (undone, unmade)

elegir (choose, elect) » elegido, electo (chosen, elected)**

escribir (write) » escrito, escripto* (written)

hacer (do, make) » hecho (done, made)

morir (die) » muerto (dead)

poner (put, place) » puesto (put, placed)

redecir (retell) » redicho (retold)

rehacer (redo, remake) » rehecho (redone, remade)

resolver (resolve, figure out) » resuelto (resolved, figured out)

romper (break) » roto (broken)

satisfacer (satisfy) » satisfecho (satisfied)

ver (see) » visto (seen)

* - the forms escripto and descripto are used primarily in Rioplatense Spanish in Argentina and Uruguay. You don’t have to learn these forms unless you plan on using this dialect or you’ll be coming into contact with it a lot.

** - the form elegido is completely regular, the other form electo is not, however. This form is mainly used to mean “elected”, though, whereas “chosen” is more commonly said as the regular elegido.

It is important to note that the past participle is not the same as the past tense. The past participle cannot stand on its own, whereas a past tense verb can. To say “escrito” (written) without further context would be grammatically incorrect, however to say “escribí” (I wrote) without further context would be grammatically correct. The past participle always needs another word to help it out, and it cant stand on its own. To do so is sort of like just saying “written” as a sentence in English. It just doesn’t work, it leads to questions like “what was written? who wrote it? what are you even talking about?” Meanwhile you can totally say “I wrote” as a sentence in English and it makes total sense. It’s the same in Spanish.

🌸 Part II - The Present Perfect 🌙

The present perfect is used to talk about an action that has been finished at the time of speaking. It’s similar to the preterite in that it tends to describe actions which have been completed once. For example the sentences “I haven’t eaten today”, “have you made a decision?”, and “have you ever been to Spain?” would all use the present perfect in Spanish. The form is often equivalent to “have ___” in English.

To conjugate verbs in the present perfect you take the present tense form of haber and make it agree with the pronoun of the person(s) who has done the action:

Yo he = I have ___

Tú / vos has = You have ___

Él/ella ha = He/she has ___

Usted ha = You have ___ (formal)

Nosotros/nosotras hemos = We have ___

Vosotros/vosotros habeís = You all have ___ (informal, chiefely Castilian Spanish)

Ellos/ellas han = They have ___

Ustedes han = You all have ___ (formal in Castilian Spanish, normal form in Latin America where “vosotros“ is uncommon)

Once you have the present form of haber and you’ve properly conjugated it, add the past participle after it and you have a verb in the present perfect! Ex:

Tengo hambre, ya no he comido - I’m hungry, I haven’t eaten yet

¿Hoy has ido a la escuela? - Have you gone to school today?

Él nunca ha viajado a México - He’s never been to Mexico

Ella lo ha dícho a su mamá - She’s told her mom about it

¿Usted ha escrito el artículo? - Have you written the article?

Nosotros no hemos asistido a la iglesia - We haven’t been to the church

Nosotras todavía no lo hemos leído - We still haven’t read it

¿Vosotros habeís cocinado algo? - Have you guys cooked anything?

¿Vosotras no lo habeís visto? - Y’all haven’t seen it?

Ellos no han elegido nada - They haven’t chosen anything

Ellas no han cocinado nada - They haven’t cooked anything

Ustedes lo han leído el libro - You all have read the book

Some notes about the use of the present perfect:

In Riplatense Spanish the present perfect has been almost entirely replaced by the preterite. Thus in Rioplatense Spanish you’d be more likely to hear for example Viajé a Buenos Aires (I went to Buenos Aires) rather than He viajado a Buenos Aires (I’ve traveled to Buenos Aires.)

In Latin America as a whole, you’re far more likely to hear the preterite instead of the present perfect to describe actions in the recent past, whereas in Spain you’re more likely to hear the present perfect. So unlike in Latin America where one might say hoy comí una arepa muy rica (I ate a really great arepa today) in Spain you’re more likely to hear someone say hoy he comido una arepa muy rica (today I’ve eaten a reeally great arepa.)

If an direct or indirect pronoun is used alongside the present perfect, it will never cut between the conjugated haber and the past participle. For example, to say no he se lo dido would be incorrect, the correct way would be no se lo he dido (I haven’t given them it.) The direct and/or indirect object pronoun is placed before the conjugated haber, not after.

🌸 Part III - The Pluperfect 🌙

The pluperfect is used to talk about an action which was completed at the time the speaker is talking about. It’s like in English saying “I had eaten the banana” versus saying “I’ve eaten the banana.” You will often see this conjugation used alongside words like ya (already) or todavía (still, yet) since it will often describe an action which is already done by the time the speaker talks about it.

To conjugate verbs in the pluperfect you take the imperfect tense form of haber and make it agree with the pronoun of the person(s) who has done the action:

Yo había = I had ___

Tú / vos habías = You had ___

Él/ella había = He/she had ___

Usted había = You havd___ (formal)

Nosotros/nosotras habíamos = We had ___

Vosotros/vosotros habíais = You all had ___ (informal, chiefely Castilian Spanish)

Ellos/ellas habían = They had ___

Ustedes habían = You all had ___ (formal in Castilian Spanish, normal form in Latin America where “vosotros“ is uncommon.

Once you have the imperfect form of haber and you’ve properly conjugated it, add the past participle after it and you have a verb in the pluperfect! Ex:

Ya había comido cuando él venió - I had already eaten when they came

Tú/vos habías leído el libro antes de la clase - You’d read the book ahead of the class

Él había hablado con su mamá cuando yo llamé - He’d spoken with his mom when I called

Ella te había escrito un mensaje cuando tú/vos llamaste - She’d already written you a message when you called

¿Había usted tomado agua antes pasó? - Had you drank water before it happened?

Nosotros ya habíamos elegido algo cuando llegaste - We’d already chosen something when you arrived

Nosotras lo habíamos hecho cuando nos llamaste - We’d already done it when you called us

Vosotros ya habíais visto la película - You guys had already seen the movie

Vosotras habíais elegido una película cuando llegué - Y’all’d already chosen a movie when I came

Ellos todavía no lo habían visto - They still hadn’t seen it

Ellas ya habían comido cuando su mamá las preguntó - They’d already eaten when their mom asked them

Ustedes habían leído el libro - You all had read the book

A note about the usage of the pluperfect:

If an direct or indirect pronoun is used alongside the pluperfect, it will never cut between the conjugated haber and the past participle. For example, to say ya había se lo dido would be incorrect, the correct way would be ya se lo había dido (I’d already given them it.) The direct and/or indirect object pronoun is placed before the conjugated haber, not after.

Disclaimer: I’m not a native speaker of Spanish, just a lover of the language. If there are any mistakes or things you think I missed please let me know so I can correct this post! 💖

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spanishskulduggery · 3 years

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Hi, not sure if you've done one, but could you make a vocab list about school and higher education?

I actually did but I'll copy/paste and probably make some additions!

(From Las Materias Escolares)

Cosas

la materia = a school subject

el material = material, things los materiales escolares = school supplies

la asignatura = subject, course

el libro = book

la página = page

la carpeta = folder

el cuaderno = notebook

la tarea, los deberes = homework / task [lit. la tarea is a "task" but gets used for "homework" a lot, and los deberes is "duties" but also gets used for "chores" and "homework"]

la pizarra = blackboard

la tiza = chalk

el lápiz = pencil

la pluma = pen [lit. “feather, quill”]

el bolígrafo, el boli = pen [ballpoint]

el papel = paper

el ensayo = essay

el borrador = draft

la tesis = thesis

la lectura = reading, a reading assignment

la lección = lesson, lecture

la conferencia = lecture

el examen, los exámenes = test(s), exam(s)

la prueba = test, quiz

el tema = subject / theme

la beca = scholarship, grant la beca (de investigación) = research grant / research fellowship

el becario, la becaria = someone who holds a scholarship / trainee, assistant [depends on context; in some places becario/a means "intern" but that's not the case for most countries, I believe. A becario/a is someone who earns a beca which is usually understood as "money or a position set aside for a student/worker that they have to earn"]

la pregunta = question

la respuesta = answer

la fecha de límite = due date / deadline la fecha de entrega = due date / deadline

el límite = limit

la entrega = hand-in / delivery

la facultad = department (in colleges/universities), a school la facultad de medicina = medical school la facultad de Derecho = law school

el aula, las aulas = classroom, classrooms [feminine noun with masculine article like agua, alma, ave]

el título, el grado, la diploma = degree, diploma

el jardín de infancia, el jardín de niños = kindergarten

el kindergarten, el kínder = kindergarten [Latin America]

la escuela = school

la (escuela) primaria = elementary school

la secundaria = middle school

el colegio = high school

la universidad, la uni = university, college

la escuela de posgrado, la escuela posgraduada, la escuela de postgrado = graduate school

la escuela/universidad técnica = vocational school

académico/a = academic, related to school/university

escolar = scholarly, scholastic / school-related

estudantil = student-related

Personas

el maestro, la maestra = teacher

el profesor, la profesora = professor el / la profe = “teach” [informal slang for profesor(a)]

el doctor, la doctora = doctor

el tutor, la tutora = tutor

el estudiante, la estudiante = student

el alumno, la alumna = student, pupil

el condiscípulo, la condiscípula = classmate / schoolmate [formal]

el compañero de clase, la compañera de clase = classmate [more common]

el rector, la rectora = principal, dean / headmaster, headmistress el director, la directora = principal, dean / director / headmaster, headmistress

el decano, la decana = dean (of a university) / chairperson, “chair”

el enfermero, la enfermera = nurse

el médico, la médica = doctor [specifically medical doctor; synonymous with doctor(a) in medical situations] médico/a residente = resident, medical resident

el consejero, la consejera = adviser, counselor

el consejero académico, la consejera académica = guidance counselor [lit. “academic counselor/adviser”]

el socio, la socia = partner

el / la colega = colleague

el / la conserje (o conserja) = janitor, custodian / concierge (hotel)

Las materias escolares

el ámbito de estudio / el campo de estudio = field of study

el ámbito de trabajo / el campo de trabajo =

el ámbito de… = the field of…

las matemáticas, las mates = mathematics, maths [Spain] la matemática, la mate = mathematics, math [Latin America]

el álgebra = algebra [feminine noun with masculine article like agua, alma, ave]

la geometría = geometry

la trigonometría = trigonometry

el cálculo = calculus

las finanzas, la administración = finance

la contabilidad, la administración = accounting

la gestión = management, administration

la economía = economics

la estadística = statistics [as a field of study]

la historia = history

la geografía = geography

la antropología = anthropology

la ciencia, las ciencias = science, sciences

la medicina = medicine

la medicina deportiva = sports medicine

la odontología = dentistry

la educación física = physical education

la veterinaria = veterinary medicine

la zoología = zoology / animal science

la enfermería = nursing / medical study

la biología = biology / life science

la biología marina = marine biology

la ecología = ecology

la agricultura = agriculture

la arquitectura = architecture

la ingeniería = engineering

la química = chemistry

la geología = geology / earth science

la meteorología = meteorology / weather science

la astronomía = astronomy

la psicología, la sicología = psychology

la psiquiatría, la siquiatría = psychiatry

la sociología = sociology

la filosofía = philosophy

la política / la ciencia política = politics / political science

la literatura = literatura

el arte = art

la historia del arte = art history

las bellas artes = fine arts

el arte culinario = culinary arts

el arte gráfico = graphic arts

el arte dramático = dramatic arts

el drama, el teatro = drama, theater

la historia del teatro = theater history

los artes liberales / las humanidades = liberal arts / humanities

el periodismo = journalism

la ciencia empresarial = business science

el negocio = business

el Derecho = Law

la abogacía = law / study to become a lawyer

la lengua, el idioma = language

las lenguas extranjeras, los idiomas extranjeros = foreign languages

la lingüística = linguistics

la traducción = translation

la interpretación = interpreting

la informática = computer science / information technology (IT)

la ciencia computacional = computer science

la física = physics

la educación, la enseñanza = teaching

Verbos

estudiar = to study

estudiar en el extranjero = to study abroad

aprender = to learn

enseñar = to teach

entregar = to hand in, to turn in

escribir = to write

leer = to read

escuchar = to hear / to listen

oír = to hear / to listen

pensar = to think

acordarse = to remember

recordar = to recall, to remember

practicar = to practice

empezar a hacer algo = to start to do something

comenzar a hacer algo = to begin to do something

ayudar = to help

investigar = to investigate / to research

licenciarse = to graduate, to get a degree

graduarse = to graduate (from school)

matricularse = to enroll, to register, to matriculate

vencer = to win vencer = to expire, for time to run out [vencer is used widely with library due dates, when contracts expire, or when bills need to be paid; the noun is el vencimiento here; but vencer is more commonly used as "to win"]

preguntar = to question, to wonder

hacer una pregunta = to ask a question

tener una pregunta = to have a question

contestar = to answer

ensayar = to try out, to test / to rehearse (theater)

poner a prueba = to put to the test

empeorar = to get worse, to worsen

mejorar = to get better, improve

desarrollar = to develop, to build

desarrollarse = to grow, to develop (oneself)

prestar (la) atención = to pay attention

equivocarse = to be wrong

tener (la) razón = to be right

tener sentido = to make sense

*Note: There are some regionalisms in here, and some have so many regionalisms I couldn’t include them on the list.

For instance, “to take a test” has so many regionalisms it’s difficult to list them all. In Mexico you’re probably going to hear presentar un examen. Some places will say hacer un examen, some even put it as el maestro / la maestra pone un examen a los estudiantes.

The default way of saying “to take a test�� is dar un examen which is literally “to give an exam”, because you hand a test in to your teacher. Along the same lines, the default way a teacher “gives a test” is tomar un examen because they “take” the tests that the students turn in. For that reason, dar un examen is often translated as “to sit for an exam” to help the meaning come across more easily.

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Per aspera ad astra (phrase meaning) … Not to be confused with "Per ardua ad astra." … * * * "Ad astra per aspera" redirects here. For other uses, see Per aspera ad astra (disambiguation). Disclosure: This article may need additional citations for verification. Find sources: "Per aspera ad astra" – news · newspapers · books · scholar · JSTOR (June 2020) "Per aspera ad astra", from Finland in the Nineteenth Century, 1894 Per aspera ad astra (or, less commonly, ad astra per aspera) is a popular Latin phrase meaning "through hardships to the stars". The phrase is one of the many Latin sayings that use the expression ad astra, meaning "to the stars". Contents 1 Uses 1.1 Governmental entities 1.2 Military and government 1.3 Literature 1.4 Music 1.5 Anime 1.6 Educational and research institutions 1.6.1 Australia 1.6.2 Austria 1.6.3 Botswana 1.6.4 Ecuador 1.6.5 Estonia 1.6.6 Honduras 1.6.7 India 1.6.8 Jamaica 1.6.9 Japan 1.6.10 Macau 1.6.11 Maldives 1.6.12 New Zealand 1.6.13 Nigeria 1.6.14 Norway 1.6.15 Pakistan 1.6.16 Paraguay 1.6.17 Philippines 1.6.18 Romania 1.6.19 Russia 1.6.20 Saint Vincent and the Grenadines 1.6.21 Slovakia 1.6.22 Slovenia 1.6.23 South Africa 1.6.24 Sri Lanka 1.6.25 Sweden 1.6.26 Tajikistan 1.6.27 Ukraine 1.6.28 United Kingdom 1.6.29 United States 1.7 Fraternities and sororities 1.8 Popular culture 1.9 Others 2 See also 3 References 4 External link Uses[edit] Various organizations and groups use this expression and its variants. Governmental entities[edit] Duchy of Mecklenburg-Schwerin[1] State of Kansas (Ad astra per aspera)[2] Municipality of Cheribon, Netherlands East Indies[3] City of Gouda, The Netherlands[4] Honored Scientist of Armenia[5] Military and government[edit] Department of Civil Aviation, Thailand[6] Military Technical Academy in Bucharest, Romania[7] National Defence Academy of Latvia[8] South African Air Force[9] Spanish Air Force Hon. Julie Payette, 29th Governor General of Canada[10] Royal Life Guards (Denmark) Literature[edit] In Kenta Shinohara's Astra Lost in Space, it is inscribed on a plaque on the bridge of the ship that the crew subsequently decided to name the Astra.[11] In Kurt Vonnegut's The Sirens of Titan, it was quoted as both the motto of Martian Imperial Commandos, a unit within the larger Martian Army, in addition to being the motto of Kansas, U.S.A., Earth, Solar System, Milky Way. In Harper Lee's "To Kill a Mockingbird", it was quoted as the motto of Maycomb, during the school play. In James Joyce's "A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man"[12] In Pierce Brown's "Red Rising" book series it is a common phrase used by the Golds of The Society. In M.L.Rio's "If We Were Villains" it is the motto of the Dellecher Academy. Music[edit] The subtitle of Moritz Moszkowski's set of fifteen Études de Virtuosité for piano, op. 72 (published 1903). The subtitle of Charles Villiers Stanford's Piano Trio No. 3, Op. 158 (1918). The title of the fourth album by ambient music duo Stars of the Lid (1998). The subtitle of Sergei Bortkiewicz's 3rd piano concerto (1927). The title of a song by Spiritual Beggars from their album Ad Astra (2000). The title of a song by Haggard (band) from their album "Eppur Si Muove" (2004). Acceptance has an instrumental track on their Phantoms album titled "Ad Astra Per Aspera" (2005). The title of the second album (2011) by Abandon Kansas. Per Aspera Ad Aspera, the name of a best-of album by the band ASP (2014). The title of a march by Ernst Urbach op. 4 (1906). The title of an album of marches by the Royal Norwegian Air Force Band. The title of a composition by Hasaan Ibn Ali from his second Atlantic recording, never released, the master tapes of which were destroyed in the Atlantic warehouse fire of 1978.[13] The subtitle of an instrumental song by the symphonic metal band Nightwish (2020). Anime[edit] Mentioned in anime Astra Lost in Space on the Ark Series Spaceship which is later named as ASTRA. Educational and research institutions[edit] Australia[edit] Queenwood School for Girls, Mosman NSW Woodville High School, Adelaide Albury High School, Albury, New South Wales[14] Girton Grammar School, Bendigo, Victoria Austria[edit] Universität Klagenfurt Botswana[edit] St. Joseph's College, Kgale Ecuador[edit] Instituto Nacional Mejía,Quito, Ecuador Estonia[edit] Keila-Joa Boarding School, Türisalu[15] Jakob Westholm Secondary School, Tallinn[16] Honduras[edit] Escuela Nacional de Música, Tegucigalpa Instituto Salesiano San Miguel, Tegucigalpa India[edit] Clarence High School, Bangalore, Karnataka, India - Motto of Redwood House (Ad Astra) St. Augustine's High School, kalimpong, District:Darjeeling, India Maulana Azad Medical College (MAMC), New Delhi, India The Frank Anthony Public School,Kolkata,India The Frank Anthony Public School, Delhi, India - Motto of Ranger House St Joseph's High School, Dharwad, Karnataka, India Antonio D'souza High School, Mumbai, India Technology Research and Incubation Centre, Dimapur, Nagaland Jamaica[edit] Immaculate Conception High School, St. Andrew Mount Alvernia High School, Montego Bay Japan[edit] St. Francis Church, Tokyo, West-Hachioji, Gnosis Essene (HP) Macau[edit] Postgraduate Association of University of Macau, Macau Maldives[edit] MNDF Fire and Rescue Services Training School, K.Viligili New Zealand[edit] Rotorua Boys' High School, Rotorua Nigeria[edit] Ilupeju College, Ilupeju, Lagos Lagos Secondary Commercial Academy, LASCA Kalabari National College, Buguma, Rivers State Oriwu Model College, Igbogbo, Ikorodu Norway[edit] Stavanger Cathedral School, Stavanger Sortland videregående skole, Nordland Lillehammer videregående skole Norwegian University of Science and Technology (NTNU) Pakistan[edit] St Patrick's High School, Karachi St. Patrick's College, Karachi Paraguay[edit] Universidad Autónoma de Asunción Philippines[edit] Far Eastern University - Nicanor Reyes Medical Foundation, Quezon City St. John Paul II College of Davao, Davao City Rosevale School, Cagayan de Oro City Juan R. Liwag Memorial High School, Gapan City Cagayan State University, Tuguegarao City Romania[edit] Mihai Eminescu High School,[17] Suceava Colegiul National "Andrei Saguna" Brasov[18] Colegiul National "Doamna Stanca" Fagaras[19] Alexandru Papiu Ilarian High School,[20] Targu-Mures Andrei Mureşanu High School,[21] Bistrița Márton Áron Főgimnázium [ro], Csíkszereda (Liceul Teoretic "Márton Áron", Miercurea-Ciuc) Ovidius High School,[22] Constanta Military Technical Academy,[23] Bucharest Russia[edit] School no. 1259, Moscow Saint Vincent and the Grenadines[edit] Saint Vincent Grammar School, Kingstown Slovakia[edit] Faculty of Informatics and Information Technologies of Slovak University of Technology in Bratislava Slovak Organisation for Space Activities Slovenia[edit] Prva gimnazija Maribor, Maribor Gimnazija Jesenice, Jesenice Gimnazija Škofja Loka, Škofja Loka South Africa[edit] Pietersburg Hoërskool[24] Tembisa Secondary School South African Air Force[25][circular reference] Ribane-Laka Secondary School Chistlehurst Academics and Arts School Sri Lanka[edit] St. Paul's Girls' School, Milagiriya, Colombo District, Western Province Sweden[edit] Västmanland Air Force Wing[26] Tajikistan[edit] Gymnasium #1 after V. Chkalov, Buston, Khujand, Sugd region Ukraine[edit] Space Museum dedicated to Korolyov in Zhytomyr Dnipropetrovsk Oblast Bucha Ukrainian gymnasium United Kingdom[edit] The Royal School, Haslemere, Surrey Colfe's School, Greenwich, London Mayfield Grammar School, Gravesend, Kent Dr. Challoner's Grammar School, Amersham, Buckinghamshire British Lawn Mower Racing Association United States[edit] California State University East Bay, Hayward, California[27] Campbell University, Buies Creek, North Carolina[28] Cornelia Strong College, University of North Carolina at Greensboro, North Carolina Coventry High School, Coventry, Rhode Island East Hampton High School, East Hampton, Connecticut Greenhill School, Dallas, Texas[29] Irvington Union Free School District, Irvington, New York Saint Joseph Academy, Brownsville, Texas Lake View High School, Chicago, Illinois Lyndon Institute, Lyndon Center, Vermont Macopin Middle School, West Milford, New Jersey Miami Central High School, Miami, Florida Midwood High School, Brooklyn, New York Mirman School, Los Angeles, California Morristown-Beard School, Morristown, New Jersey Mount Saint Michael Academy, Bronx, New York Satellite High School, Satellite Beach, Florida Seven Lakes High School, Katy, Texas Stevens Institute of Technology, Hoboken, New Jersey[30] Trinity Prep, Winter Park, Florida[31] Townsend Harris High School, Queens, New York University High School, Fresno, California University of Tennessee Space Institute, Tullahoma, Tennessee Oak Harbor Academy Private School, Lemoore, California Fraternities and sororities[edit] Beta Sigma Psi National Lutheran Fraternity[32] Sigma Gamma Phi – Arethusa Sorority[33] Korp! Amicitia – Estonian student sorority. Freemasons-Knight's Templar, 32nd Degree K.Ö.St.V. Almgau Salzburg - Austrian Catholic Student Association[34] K.a.V. Danubia Wien-Korneuburg im ÖCV - Austrian Catholic Student Association Popular culture[edit] Appears on the hull of the ship 'Searcher' in the second season of Buck Rogers. Garrison Keillor routinely references the phrase as the only Latin phrase he cared to remember on A Prairie Home Companion.[35][36] Per Aspera Ad Astra is a Soviet Russian science fiction film by Richard Viktorov, written by Kir Bulychov. Rip Torn says this phrase to David Bowie in the film The Man Who Fell to Earth. Tomo Milicevic of the band 30 Seconds to Mars has a tattoo on his right forearm reading 'per aspera et astra', with the band's logo in the background in red. Aspera! Per aspera! Per ardua! Ad astra! is the refrain of the song "Aspera" by Erin McKeown on the album We Will Become Like Birds. American singer, rapper, dancer, actress, and songwriter Kiely Williams has "Per aspera ad astra" tattooed on her right forearm. Title of a play depicting the history of the fictional Maycomb County in To Kill a Mockingbird, in which the translation is given as from the mud to the stars. Title of a song by Haggard, from the album Eppur Si Muove. The name of an album by Abandon Kansas. It is one of many hidden messages in the 2009 video game The Conduit. Motto of the Martian Imperial Commandos in Kurt Vonnegut novel, The Sirens of Titan. Title of a song by Seattle-based band Acceptance. Title of a song by Goasia, appearing on the album From Other Spaces (Suntrip Records, 2007) Appears on right side shoulder patch in Star Trek Enterprise, on the "newer" uniform style shown on the series finale. In Star Trek The Next Generation it is shown to be the motto of Starfleet. The official motto of Solforce in the videogame Sword of the Stars. The phrase is used as the name of the tenth track on the score for the film Underworld: Rise of the Lycans by Paul Haslinger. Title of a song by the band Spiritual Beggars from their album Ad Astra. Title of a song by the band Die Apokalyptischen Reiter from their album Samurai. The final mission (Chapter 15) in the Mafia II video game In a tattoo piece in The Raven The phrase has been spoofed slightly by the band Ghost in the song "Per Aspera Ad Inferi" from their album Infestissumam[37] literally meaning "Through hardships to hell".[38] Title of a background music from the Pokémon Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire video games which plays during a voyage into space. In the 2015 film The Martian, at the end of the film astronaut Mark Watney is giving his first lecture to the Astronaut Candidate Program and the phrase appears embedded in the central floor area of the lecture hall around a logo In Bioware's Mass Effect 3, this phrase is set in the middle of the wall of names dedicated to the fallen crew members of the main ship, the SSV Normandy SR2. Title of character leveling achievements in Mistwalker's mobile game Terra Battle Found in the Gravity Falls Journal #3, penned on the title page. Appears on the journal both in the show and on the real-life replica.[39] The title of a Pee Wee Gaskins album (2010). The title character in Ottessa Moshfegh's novel Eileen accepts and smokes a Pall Mall and refers to the motto on the package translated as "Through the thorns to the stars." On the ship the students find in Astra Lost in Space, there is a plaque with this saying on it. The motto of the Golds in Pierce Brown's Red Rising Series. Ad Astra is a 2019 American science fiction film by James Gray. Appears in the logo of the Universal Paperclips Advanced AI Research Group. Others[edit] As part of the official team crest of Arendal Football As part of the team crest of the former Collingwood Cricket Club. A plaque honoring the astronauts of Apollo 1 at the launch site where they perished. A tribute exhibit to the Apollo 1 Astronauts "Ad Astra Per Aspera - A Rough Road Leads to the Stars" opened on January 27, 2017, the 50th anniversary of the loss of the crew, at the Kennedy Space Center Visitor Complex. Inscribed on the crest of Pall Mall cigarettes packages[40] The theme of "POR CC XXI" by Kolese Kanisius Jakarta Part of a custom paint job in World Of Tanks Tradewinds Swiss[41] Space Development Network[42] Part three of the book Jepp who Defied the Stars by Katherine Marsh has the phrase as its title.[43] Appears in Morse code on the track titled "Sounds of Earth" on the Voyager Golden Record that has copies aboard the Voyager 1 & 2 spacecraft that are currently in interstellar space. [44] See also[edit] Per ardua ad astra ("Through adversity to the stars") Per ardua ad astra, additional uses with reference to above article Ad astra per aspera, additional uses Per aspera ad astra, references this article References[edit] ^ "Decorations of the Grand Duchy of Mecklenburg-Schwerin". Archived from the original on 2008-08-29. ^ "Seal of Kansas". Kansapedia. Kansas Historical Society. March 2014. Archived from the original on 2020-07-06. 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