#Caso Kitchen

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Without You - P.G8

Warnings: Angst, hearbreak, Pepi is a fool, there's no happy ending and there's no second part to this🥴 Heavily suggest that you should listen to the song while reading it.

Song Inspo: Feliz Por Ti - Lasso🇻🇪

Summary: His mistakes led him to live a life without you

You never wanted a dog No matter how much I begged Now whenever I see you You take one for a walk What changed? It wasn't me

Pedri let out a sad smile watching you laugh and have fun with him. He longs for the times when you used to be his, when he was the one making you laugh, smile and feel loved. He wishes he could undo all of his mistakes and change the thing he messed up with, the time when he took you for granted.

As he was sat down in that party, memories of when you were together flowed in through his mind, his heart hurt, his chest started laking air and his eyes became watery.

"Pon el reversa" (Put it in reverse) You give him a look and he lifted one eyebrow

"¿Y cómo hago eso?" (And how do I do that?) You laughed as Pedri shook his head

"¡Fua! ¿Acaso no me haces caso cuando hablo?" (Fua, don't you listen to me when I talk?)

"¡No es mi culpa que te veas muy guapo, me distraes!" (It's not my fault you look so handsome, you distract me!)

"Well, I am handsome, I'll give you that one..."

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"What are you making?" Pedri whistled gaining both of your and Rosy's attention.

"What do you think?" You smiled before lifting a croquette proudly "Your mom's teaching me how to do them so I can make them for you, whenever you get a small break from football" He smiles and wraps his arm around you

"Are they good?"

"Well... I think so, I haven't eat them. Rosy said they were good tho. Wanna try one?" You offered one, he didn't said anything but opened his mouth for you to put the croquette. He munched softly every bite as you grew nervous every time passing.

"They are perfect!" You jumped smiling wide

"¿Me estás jodiendo? No es gracioso" (Are you kidding me? It's not funny) "Are they really good?" You ask excited as he nods taking another bite. You laughed happily and threw yourself at him. "i feel like flying" You admit as he laughs putting you down before leaning in to kiss you quickly.

He stopped to watch your smile and even though your face was covered with mass, your apron looked like a mess and your hair was thrown in a messy ponytail, he still found you the most beautiful girl he eyes have ever seen "You're beautiful" You blushed and hid your face in his chest as he started laughing. Both of you, kind of, forgot that Rosy was still there, witnessing true love on it's purest form.

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"WE WON!" You yelled

"¡Vamos!" Pedri yelled too as you hugged each other and eventually started jumping up and down. Ferran y Eric, looking defeated.

"She cheated"

"I didn't do such a thing, sir! Learn how to be a good loser!"

"YOU TOLD US SHE DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO PLAY FIFA!" Ferran yelled

"I only told you she doesn't like playing fifa" Pedri said wrapping his arms around your middle as you leaned into him "Not that she doesn't know how to play it" Pedri smiled and kissed your cheek

"I still don't like it. But I do like winning and eventually I have seen Pedri play it all the time and when I'm bored I play against him" You shrug your shoulders "I learned from my mistakes"

"I bet they were awful mistakes" Eric said as you smile

"They were. I don't know how you guys can do it every time" You huff "I'll be in the kitchen making something for you guys" You announce turning around to face your boyfriend of two years and half. "Would you like if I try that recipe Fer told me?"

"Don't push yourself too much, guapa. Even the simplest of sandwiches will be good for us" He smiled at you as you leaned in to kiss him softly

"I'll do it" Pedri sighed smiling, he rolled his eyes and you laughed at his actions

"Then do it. If you need help with anything, let me know" He asked and leaned down to kiss your cheek

He blamed on his injury for treating you like that. You didn't deserve any bit of it but he was moody and angry at everything. All he wanted to do was one of the things he loved the most, playing football. And it seemed like he was going through a circle, injury, out for x months, recovery, go back to the pitch and a new injury came in.

He still winces at the words he told you that day when you were only asking for him some love, more time together seeing as all he used to do in his injury time was play games and do recovery trainings. There were no more dates, meals together, laughing time, nothing...

"If you don't want it then you're more than welcome to leave. I don't need someone to pull me back 'cus I don't have the time"

He still remembers how your eyes widened and your face fell, his heart instantly broke but he was too proud and angry at the world to recognize the damage he had done.

But now he was paying the consequences.

I saw that you deleted the pictures with me To upload the ones of him As much as it pains me to admit it I've never seen you look so good

He remembers you walking out the door, still giving him a kiss on his cheek and wishing him the best.

Little did you know that you were what kept him doing his best. You were his motivation. But leaving him wasn't your fault, you didn't even wanted to leave however you knew your worth.

He just didn't remembered yours.

Weeks passed by and the heartache grew more and more each day, he longed for you, for you caring, for your love, for your smile, for your presence in his life.

He remembers the ache, the suffering, the cries he let out, everything he felt when he saw after 3 months of breakup how you deleted his pictures with you on social media and started slowly putting pictures with him.

He saw the pictures of your best friend's friend, having the spot he used to have. A spot beside you making you laugh and hug you. A spot he could've still had if he hadn't acted the way he did.

But don't ask me to be your friend Even if you ask me, I won't If he's what you've always wanted I'm happy for you But don't ask me to forget you Even if you ask me to, I won't If you've already fallen in love with someone else I'm happy for you, don't expect more from me

Even when he got better and was able to play, he was feeling bad, his head and feelings were a mess and that was visible by his work on and off the pitch. He stopped being the magician he used to be, he easily started losing the control of the ball, started missing big chances, even getting to the point where he almost scored an own-goal if it wasn't for Iñaki.

Everyone questioned: "What happened to their Pedri Potter?"

It was a miracle Xavi still played him, not as a titular but still, however there were times where Pedri preferred to not play at all.

But that was only inside the pitch, outside it, it was a whole different story.

He stopped being the smiley guy, stopped his joked, his mind often loosing itself in it's thoughts, his body not reacting to it. His eyes dropped and the dark circles underneath his eyes got darker and visible.

He only functioned properly to think about you and reflect on how he messed up.

The hardest thing was to give you your things Imagining me that you don't share them with someone else The hardest thing, to tell my parents That you're not coming back anymore, you moved on

When he was younger, he got told by his parents that once he had his one true love, he should never let it go because it only comes once in a lifetime. But that's exactly what he did. Fer was sad seeing his younger brother in such a state but there was nothing he could do more than being there for him, console him and trying to get him through that rough patch.

He remembers how his brother spoke to you that day you returned to pick your things up, he hates that day with all his strength, because once more he got to watch you walk away.

"Please" Fer asked you as Pedri only stood there watching you with tears running down his face. You knew what he wanted.

Give him a chance

"I'm so sorry" You shook your head softly "None of us deserves this"

Pedri's throat tightened every time he remembers the sob he let out when he heard you say that.

He knew that in that moment you were taking away every piece of you and him from each others life completely. But he wanted to be in your life and he wanted you to be in his.

However the hardest thing was to tell his parents that you were not longer going to go to Tenerife with him, that you were not longer going to help with the Tasca and that Rosy had no longer a partner in crime, that both of them won't have you as their daughter anymore.

He hated it, ha hated seeing the disappointment in their faces, the sadness and he hated it mostly because it meant that you both were really done.

But don't ask me to be your friend Even if you ask me, I won't If he's what you've always wanted I'm happy for you But don't ask me to forget you Even if you ask me to, I won't If you've already fallen in love with someone else I'm happy for you, don't expect more from me

A whole year and half has passed, he recovered, slowly gaining his life back but the heartbreak it's still there, he still remembers you and regrets it. He still loves you but has learned to overcome the fact that his actions had consequences. He knew you'll be here, he tried to mask it but everything came back to him when he saw you across the room at Frenkie and Mikky's wedding.

He still longs for you but there's nothing he could do, he broke you with words and those hurt the most. It pains him to not be the cause of you happiness but his body felt good and he was relieved for a second for the fact that you were happy.

He hopes that the guy you're dancing with now, knows how much you're worth, how good you're and that he has the most perfect girl in his hands. Hopes that he does all the things, he couldn't, didn't and wasn't able to do, because in Pedri's eyes, you deserve everything.

And while Pedri did knew it, he still took you for granted.

I can only be happy with you And you're not coming back You know I'm lying when I say I'm happy for you I'll never be happy without you

He had enough of his small suffering and decided it was time to go home... alone. He said his goodbye's, hugged the newlyweds and went to his car, to be able to breathe and be in a quiet atmosphere.

"Pedro" He heard your voice as he was pulling his car keys out of his blazer pocket. He froze. "Pedro" You repeated taking small steps to him, he looked over at you and he felt his eyes teary

"Y/N" He breathed out

"How's everything going on?" You asked

"I'm fine. What about you?"

"I'm doing well" You smile softly and he returned a smile without showing his teeth.

"I'm truly happy about it"

That sentence was half true and half lie. And you both know it. His eyes still looked at you as if you had hung up the stars, to him you did.

"I know we didn't end in the best circumstances" You begin "but I want you to know that I'm here for you if you ever need a friend, if you need someone to talk to"

"Gracias" He nods "but I still love you, Y/N" He sighs "I can't be just your friend after everything. I know I was the one who messed up and I've got to live with it, but it doesn't mean that I stopped loving you because I haven't and I can't be just pretend that it doesn't hurt me not while you clearly have moved on and are with someone else. I hope he gives you and does everything I couldn't do. I'm sorry I failed you, I failed me and I failed us"

"Pedri-"

"I'm happy for you however I can only be entirely happy with you so please, don't ask me to be your friend 'cus I can't and I won't" He let a tear out and stepped forward to give a kiss on your forehead "Take care, Y/N. Have a good night"

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Taglist: @gaviymarcsbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @http-isabela

[didishawn]

Sex therapy is what works the best (Pedri x Reader x Ferran)

Warnings: Ferran is not dating Sira, Pedri thinks a good fuck is what his friend needs to get back to his top level, smut, Pedri watches his best friend fuck his girlfriend, sorry not sorry Ferran is hot, mentions of the internet asking for Ferran's head because of his recent performance on the club, lots of Spanish

Masterlist

Ferran is disappointed in himself, another bad match and half of the Internet beating him down, asking for his departure from the team. His psychologist says its all in his head, that once he gets mentally better everything else will do too. He can't help but doubt it, he thinks he is bad, he won't get out of this one, and like the memes say, he will do better to start learning, Chinese or Japanese because he most likely will end up playing there.

He is a shell of himself seating in one of the corners of the changing room as his teammates celebrate the victory when he feels to taps on his shoulder, Pedri sits next to him, watching him with sorrow, the midfielder feels sorry for his friend.

"Venga, que no pasa nada, ya lo harás mejor en el próximo partido" he tries to cheer him up, but the other shakes his head. (come on, it's nothing, you will do better on the next match)

"Dudo que Xavi me vuelva a sacar tras el desastre de hoy" (I doubt Xavi will have me on the field again after today's disaster)

"Que va, ya verás que si, chacho. Todo está en tu cabeza, una vez te olvides de lo que dicen los gilipollas de Twitter, todo irá mejor" (no way, you will see, man. Everything is in your head, once you forget what those assholes in Twitter say, everything will be better)

Ferran has his face buried on his hands, hiding his dreadful expression from his friend "¿Y que pasa si no está todo dentro de mi cabeza? Capaz es que simplemente doy asco. Llevo ya meses en el psicólogo, hago un partido bueno, y luego todo vuelve a lo de siempre" (and what if it's not all inside my head? Maybe I simply suck. I have been at the psychologist for months, I do a good match, then everything goes back to the same as alway)

His friend is quiet for a second, before saying "Creo tengo una idea para sacarte de la mala racha" (I think I have an idea to get you out from the losing streak)

"Tú estás mal de la cabeza" Ferran tells him once they are on his friend's car after dropping off Gavi, the other shakes his head. (you are sick in the head)

"Que va, tú hazme caso. Lo que te falta a ti es una buena follada para liberar estrés" (no way, you pay attention to what I say. What you need is a good fuck to release stress)

"¿Una buena follada con tu novia?" he asks, unbelieving, Ferran is sure Pedri is on weed or something. (a good fuck with your girlfriend?)

"¿Por qué no?" (why not?)

"¿Y que pasa si ella no quiere?" (and what if she doesn't want to?)

"Lo hará. Si escucharas las cosas que dice sobre ti no tendrías dudas. Que si estás cachondisimo que si no se que" (she will. If you heard the stuff she says about you, you would have no doubts. That you are so hot, and more that I can't remember)

The two boys arrive to the house you share with Pedri and Fer, though the midfielder knows his brother to be out with some chick. They hear your low humming and feel the delicious smell of whatever you are cooking. You are distracted when they see you, dressed in Barça's shirt after having to miss the match to study, it's big on you and hides the shorts that Ferran guesses you are wearing. You dance around the kitchen to the sound of Quevedo and Pedri has a giant smile on his face as he watches while Ferran struggles to keep his eyes from your ass. You were indeed only wearing panties under the blue and red shirt.

"¿Te la pasas bien?" (having fun?)

You spin around on record time and are on your boyfriend's arm as soon as you recognise his voice, lips meeting his as you congratulate him on their win, you get off him and also embrace Ferran in a not-so-tight hug and give him your congratulations too.

"¿Tienes hambre, Ferran? Hice suficiente comida para todos" (are you hungry, Ferran? I made enough food for everyone)

"Tiene hambre, pero no de tu comida" (he is hungry, but not for your food)

Ferran hits his friend to shut him up as he laughs, you give them a confused look but choose to ignore your boyfriend's idiotic comments.

It is not until you three are sat eating dinner, when Pedri's plan reaches your ears and you understand everything.

That is how you end up like this, on all fours as Ferran pounds into you from the back, Pedri is sat on a corner watching everything while pumping his dick.

It's impossible for you to contain your moans, your boyfriend's best friends dick reaching incredibly deep inside you, almost kissing your cervix as he brings you in closer by the strong grip on your waist.

"¿Qué tal te vas sintiendo, Ferran? Ella parece que bien" your boyfriend comments, watchful gaze on your forms, how your head is buried by Ferran's hand into the pillow, but not even that can quiet the angelic noises coming from you. (how are you doing, Ferran? She seems to be having fun)

"No entiendo como la dejas sola ni un momento, con lo puto apretada que está, parece que estoy en el cielo" (I don't understand how you even leave her alone for a second, with how fucking tight she is, it feels like I am in heaven)

"Una buena folladita por la mañana y por la tarde y vas tirando. Después de los partidos fuera, hay que recuperar" (a good fuck on the morning and afternoon. After away matches you make up for it)

Pedri's grip on his own dick tightens too, but his hand doesn't compare to the real thing as he watches Ferran abandone your insides, spin you around, your eyes on each other and mouths meeting, your leg on the boy's shoulder, making you let out a scream when he again slams into you. From Pedri's position, he can see your eyes filling up with pleasure tears, your nails bury into his friend's back, surely leaving marks that won't go away on the next few days. Ferran's lips meet you neck, sucking on it, he too wants to leave a mark, Pedri doesn't mind, one hickey doesn't even compare to what he always leaves on you.

You watch Ferran through your teary eyes, you are in a haze, can't really manage to think straight at all. You look down, watching as his cock slams repeatedly into you, how his abs clench, as do his thick thighs that you have always drooled about -all with Pedri's permission. He reaches down again to make out with you, his chain moving as violently as his hips do, the cool metal buries into your chest as he lets go of your leg, his big hands on your ass picking you up and seating you on those thighs you love so much, still pounding into you as hard in that position while also helping you ride him, moving you as if you were a ragdoll as your moans get louder and hold into his strong shoulders.

You eyes meet Pedri's, he winks at you and you clench when you see his cum all over his strong stomach and thighs, still pumping his dick in a slower matter, Ferran groans at your tighter self, the sound getting you closer to the edge until you finally let yourself go, making everything wetter than it already is.

You can feel Ferran's balls clenching under you as he trembles, he too is close, you reach down and massage them, that makes it for him. He gives you the last few thrusts, stronger than any before and cums deep inside you, you are glad you are in birth control. He trembles as you hop off his dick, your hands massaging his chest up and down to help him come down from the extasis of his orgasm, he was ashamed to confess it had been a while since the last time he had one from another person and not his hand.

"Ayúdala a limpiarse, ¿no?" Ferran nods with gone eyes, his thighs still tremble, yet not as hard as yours, he struggles to stand up, Pedri stops him "Con la lengua Ferran, así es mejor" (help her clean herself, no? With your tongue Ferran, it's better that way)

The boy nods, strong hands gripping into your thighs, keeping you in place as his tongue licks from you hole to your clit, lips wrapping and sucking on it as you can't help but move around. One arm wraps around your waist, the other leads his fingers into your hole, pushing in whatever cum has come out, pumping once or twice, you are so sensitive that you cum again in no time. Ferran separates as you push his head away from your clit, he places a kiss on your cheek and falls down next to you.

Pedri stands up, and walks towards you two "Descansen qué ahora me toca a mi follar y tú por la boca" (rest that's it's now my turn to fuck and yours in her mouth)

That night is a long one, your bed is a bit small for the three of you, but you make it work. The next morning there are promises to repeat the experience, no bad performance from Ferran needed as an excuse, but now know that if the bad performance continues, Ferran will for surely attend this therapy asides from the one with his psychologist.

Needless to say, maybe Pedri was right about the whole thing, as the next match Ferran starts in, he leaves the field with a goal and an assistance on his back, the whole Internet praising him as the hypocrites they all are.

That night, the three of you celebrate, the therapy will for sure continue.

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : HOW DO WE FIX THIS?

You were running late and he was going to hate you for it but he’ll understand eventually. He knows that when working on a new album, it takes time and dedication, so he’ll definitely understand.

You rush out of your car, slamming the door shut, making sure you lock it behind you and storm inside your shared home.

“Jack?” You yell out, taking off your coat and throwing it on the hanger. “Jackman, are you down here?”

You head to the kitchen and see the dining table beautifully set up with rose petals and candles scattered around. There’s food on the table as well and a flower arrangement but still no sign of your husband.

You look around the kitchen and notice all the pots in the sink, smiling to yourself because you can already picture him around the kitchen. Jack is definitely not a cook, he has a hard time following your recipes, but it’s the thought that counts.

You see a little notepad sticking to the fridge door and head to it, “Went to pick up the kids.”

You start washing dishes and picking up the kitchen real quick, as soon as you put the last dish in the rack, you hear little footsteps running inside.

You smile and head to the living room, “Are those my babies?”

“Momma.”

“Mommy.”

Both kids tackle you to the floor and hug you. “Oh I missed you guys. How was your day with grandma?”

“It was so fun” Mia starts, “we painted and watched movies, then tio Clay came over and we played water balloon fight.”

You smile at that, brushing her hair out of her face. “That sounds like a fun day bug.”

Ez nods “it was super fun momma, but I missed you and daddy.”

“Well how about we all cuddle in bed and watch some movies huh?” You suggest, the kids start nodding in excitement.

“You two little monsters need to shower and head to bed early.” Jack says, reaching for the kids.

“But daddy, we wants cuddles and movies.”

“I know little man, but tomorrow we have a busy day, so head upstairs and get your towels. I’ll be there in a sec.”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, staring at Jack but he doesn’t even look at you.

You stand up and smile down at the kids. “Háganle caso a su papá.”

“Fine.”

“Okay.” They both say and run away to do what their dad asked.

“What’s tomorrow?.”

“What?”

“You told them tomorrow is a busy day, what’s tomorrow?” You ask him.

He scoffs. “Tomorrow is our annual family trip.” He rolls his eyes. “You know, the one you’ve been planning since last year.”

“Shit, I totally forgot about that.” You groan and mentally slap yourself.

“Yeah I can tell, you’ve been doing that lately.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve been super busy with this album and I know that isn’t an excuse but-“

“Then don’t make it an excuse, I need you here, present with us. How many times did you give me shit for spending all my time working and not putting our family first?” He snaps.

“Jack-“ You shake your head, going up to him trying to wrap your arms around him but he pushes you off.

“You out of everyone should know how important it is to leave all that shit outside the door. When we’re here is for us and our kids. You haven’t been around to know that Ezequiel lost two teeth, or that Mia won her kickball game, a game she hates.”

“You’re making it sound like I’m a bad mom.” You whisper and wrap your arms around yourself.

“That’s not what I’m saying.” He takes a deep breath. “Balance and communication is all I’m asking for.”

“DADDY WE READY.” Ezequiel yells.

“On my way little man.” Jack yells back.

He turns to look at you, kissing your forehead. “I love you, you’re the love of my life and the mother of my kids. I’ve given you time to work on your projects, but you haven’t been here. We either find a way to fix this, fix us. Or there’s no more us.”

You snap your head his way. “W-what does that mean?”

“You know what it means.” He shrugs.

“You don’t understand, you think this is easy? You don’t know what I’m going through.” You snap with tears rolling down your face.

“Yeah because you don’t tell me anything anymore.” He replies sadly and walks out, heading to your kids.

“Because if you knew, you’d hate me.” You whisper after he leaves.

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[ordonianhero]

Drink responsibly

*twilight is in the kitchen working on making the chain some dinner*

Twilight: tonight we are making a tomato, basil and cheese pasta…. But let me get my glass of wine- as I whine and bitch in the kitchen about Kathy who took up the whole grocery lane

Time: oh this going to get good.

Warriors: why not do taquila shots?

Twi: because one taquila, two taquila, three taquila, floor! And a sad sob story to go with it.

Warriors: I take it this is a personal experience.

Twi: that and keep fire ball away from me. I will attempt to take on random objects.

Time: *trying to hold back his laughter*

Warriors: that bad.

Twi: at least with wine I become fun.

Warriors: what bout cider, or pumpkin ale.

Twi: nothing. I zone out and do art with food.

Time: *chokes on his drink trying not to laugh*

Twi: it’s called Bon Appetit-caso.

Time: *wheezing*

Twi: this is no longer mashed potatoes. It’s mount doom and the nuggets are the Gorons.

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

David Rossi x Daughter reader

 welcome to the first oneshot!

summary: David Rossis daughter gets taken in for interrogation by the BAU not knowing who she was related too. 

The Italian in this is used by Google translate.

third person pov...

It was a normal day for Y/N Rossi, she had planned the perfect Dad and Daughter day out, she even packed a picnic for them, until Her dad's phone rang it was Agent Hotchner.

Rossi looked at his Daughter apologetically before answering. "Hey Aaron" he said to the man, Hotch then told him about the case they now have luckily it was local.

"Okay, see you soon" said the old Italian, he then walked back to his 16 year old daughter a sad smile on his face as she walked around the kitchen making food.

He sighed making the girl turn around to look at him. "Chi ti chiamava papà?" The teenager asked him, he looks at her thwn at his phone, Rossi then pushes himself of the wall and over to his daughter.

"Non preoccuparti, era solo Aaron" He tells her, this made the girl raise her eyebrow at her Papa. She looked into his eyes for a minute before looking away. "stai mentendo papà" she says to Rossi.

The man sighs, nothing gets past his daughter. He then turns her around so she was facing him he looked into her eyes. "Mi dispiace piccola. Aaron ha chiamato perché abbiamo un caso." He speaks.

Y/Ns face turns sad at what her Papa said, she knows his job it hard and requires for him to be away alot, but she can't help but feel sad when they have plans ans he ended up working.

She looks at him with puppy eyes, knowing her Papa can't resist her. "Hai da lavorare oggi? Papà" she asks him, she watches his face and its expressions as he thinks of something to say.

Instead he leans in and kisses her forehead like he always does. "lo faccio, mi dispiace piccola ma il caso è locale quindi dovremmo essere in grado di avere la nostra giornata di papà e figlia." He says making his daughter understand.

Rossi then checks his watch, his eyes widened he should be at the office 10 minutes ago. He thenctjrns to his daughter and kisses her forehead and hugs her tightly. "merda, devo andare. mi dispiace piccola, ci vediamo dopo ti amo" Says the elder Italian.

Y/N sighs at her Papa and hands him his go bag knowing he would need it at some point, she waves to her Papa as he races out the door and into the car.

Y/N smiles sadly and wlaks back inside the house, the 16 year old begins putting the food she got out back into the cupboards and put the basket away.

"Of course Papa had to work" she says to herself before walking into the living room and sitting on the sofa, the young girl then turned the TV on and began watching one of her favourite shows.

Time skip...

It had been a couple of hours since her Dad left for work, Y/N had fallen asleep on the sofa, the young Italian stretches out on the sofa and turns the TV off before standing up she was hungry.

The H/C girl them walked to the kitchen and began making herself a sandwich, he grabbed the knife and cut the baguette to the size she wants it.

Smiling satisfied she turns to put the knife away, before she can the doorbell goes, confused the young girl walks and opens the door.

Standing outside are two FBI Agent wearing the fbi vests, one was a tall black man ans the other a tall skinny guy, both men looked surprised to see Y/N holding a knife.

'So Reid and Morgan' thought Y/N knowing the names of her papas team.

"Hello?" She said snapping them out of the trance they were in, then suddenly she had two guns pointed at her. "Drop the knife miss" Demands the black man, this made Y/N scared she didn't know what was happening.

So she dropped the knife, before she knew it she was being put into handcuffs and being taken to the police station in the next town over.

Y/N was silent on the drive, and didn't say a word when she was sat in an interrogation room alone. "What a great way to spend Dad and Daughter day" she said to herself quietly.

The 16 year old waited for 30 minutes until a blonde haired woman and a Black haired woman walk in. 'JJ and Emily' thought Y/N remembering the names of her Papas team.

The woman watch as the girl who is strangely calm studies them. " now then, I'm Jennifer jareau and this is Emily prentiss, do you kmke why you are here?" She asks the young girl.

Y/N raises an eyebrow at her  "No I do not" she said calmly, Emily and JJ look at each other before turning to the file in front of them.

"We jsut have a few questions about a pwrosn you know" Says Emilt the girl was still strangely calm. "Okay, who is it?" She asks unimpressed by being handcuffed still.

"Someone called Teri solemn" Says jJ, this get a reaction from the girl, Y/Ns eyes widened she remembered that guy. He was the creep who used to stalk her because her dad was a famous author.

The two woman watch ad the girls eyes widen. "So you do know him?" Presses Emily, the girl goes to talk but can't day anything.

Her hand began shaking as she thought of the guy who broke into their house one night, Rossi had to pull his gun on the guy so he'd leave.

Y/N is Shaken out of her flashback with someone touching her hand, the young girl flinches do hard that she falls out of her chair.

She begin shouting in Italian instead of English. "No vattene lasciami in pace, ho bisogno di papà, papà dove sei?" Yells the confused girl, JJ and Emily stand back away from the scared girl.

"What's she saying Emily?" Asks JJ as she watches the girl sadly. "She's calling for her Dad, what's her last name?" Asks Emily

Jj looks down at the file in her hands, she looks through it but can't find her last name. "It doesn't say, I'll ask the others" she said before leaving the black haired woman with the scared girl who was shouting Papa over and over again.

JJ walked out of the interrogation roo. And into the viewing room where the tigers except Rossi were standing. "Do you guys know ber last name, she keeps calling fir her dad" questions JJ.

The others looked at each other and shook their heads. "No we don't JJ" said Hotch just then the door opened and in walked Rossi.

The Italian was trying to his daughter but she wasn't answering, "what's up guys?" He asks seeing their faces.

Reid turns to him. "We don't know the perosn in the interrogation rooms last name" saod the young genius.

Rossi then walked over and saw who was in thw room, his eyes widened as he sw his daughter curled up in a corner yelling in Italian for him to come save her like that night Teri Solemn broke in.

The old man then ran from the room info Interrogation. He slammed open the doors the other screaming his name.

He ignored them all and focused on his terrified daughter. "figlia, sono io, sono papà, non preoccuparti che non sia qui, ricorda che papà gli ha preso a calci in culo, okay, non ti succederà niente." He said to the girl making her calm down enough to pull her into his arms.

Rossi sat on the cold hard floor of the interrogation room with his daughter in his arms sleeping soundly after her panic. The man smiled and kissed her forehead before effortlessly pickmg her up and carrying her easily.

He walked out of the interrogation room and cornered by his team. "Hiw do you know her Rossi" Asked Morgan, they all saw hoe careful he was with the girl.

Rossi looked at them. "Because she's my daughter of course" he said as if it was common knowledge. "Her name is Y/N Rossi by the way" he said on his way out of the station and into his car.

The two them drove home after the drama of the day they both needed a good night's sleep.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, as always so sorry for the grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count: 1460

[evilblunt27]

My dream last night:

My job was at a fancy sushi restaurant, it was all my same coworkers now but we all worked at a fancy sushi restaurant instead of Mexican restaurant. The restaurant was super dark and ambiently lit and hole in the wall-y but in a boujie way. For some reason I was wearing like 9 inch heel black knee high stripper boots while working and serving people their food. When I went back in the kitchen from serving I would bust a move and start duckwalking. My other cashier coworker thought it was so funny. Then it was like 5 minutes to close and my evil vegan ex showed up to get food. I was talking shit about him in Spanish to the line cooks but all I remember saying about him was feo caso lol.

I was so worried about getting fired from my job the whole dream like I was scared my bosses were gonna catch me wearing my stripper boots voguing in the kitchen and fire me but I kept doing it/wouldn’t take the boots off? #lifestyle 😭

Then the next day for some reason I found myself hanging out with Jack Black and I think we were thinking up money schemes and side hustles or something because next thing I knew we were cleaning a house together and I was meticulously scrubbing and cleaning the walls of a house in preparation for a party. I must’ve gotten fired for voguing on the job… my bad y’all wanted me to serve fish and I did… anyways I guess housecleaning with Jack Black was my next business venture.

The party started and two of the line cooks from my job showed up and walked in on me finishing up scrubbing the walls in one of the bedrooms and they started joking about me in Spanish like they always do but I don’t remember what they said. Then my Brazilian auntie and her babies and mom and sister showed up to the party too and I said hello to them in Portuguese bc that’s one of the only 3 words I know in Portuguese lol and then they had a conversation in Portuguese like they always do but I didn’t understand bc I don’t speak Portuguese.

I can’t remember much after that. I tried to write down my dream when I woke up this morning but all I remembered when I woke up was the undeniable presence of Jack Black and the rest just came back to me now as I’m sitting in the food court at the mall for some reason. It’s funny when I don’t remember my dream till way later in the day it feels like I’m being hit with flashbacks of a past life.

[stua]

THE GLOBUS FAMILY GROWS Today we bring you this kitchen created by Santos in San Sebastian, the project features both Globus chairs and the new stools, in this case 65 cm high. The new and extended Globus family helps us to create the most beautiful kitchens. GLOBUS: www.stua.com/design/globus-stool

LA FAMILIA GLOBUS CRECE Hoy os traemos esta cocina creada por Santos en San Sebastián. El proyecto integra tanto las sillas Globus, como los nuevos taburetes, en este caso de 65 cm de altura. La nueva y ampliada familia Globus nos ayuda a crear las cocinas más bonitas. GLOBUS: www.stua.com/es/design/globus-taburete

[diceriadelluntore]

Pagine Golose

In polipo: pipere, liquamine, lasere inferes - Apicio, De Re Coquinaria, 9.5.1

Traduzione: Per il polpo: pepe, liquamen, laser e servi

De Re Coquinaria di Apicio è il primo grande libro sul cibo della nostra cultura occidentale: è solo in parte riassumibile in un ricettario perchè assomiglia più ad un indiretto atlante del gusto dell'Impero Romano (il libro, su cui ci sono le consuete dispute filologiche, risale al I secolo D.C., al culmine della potenza Imperiale romana). Nella ricetta del polpo, Apicio consiglia quindi di condirlo con il pepe (spezia le cui quantità di commerci nel corso della Storia fanno venire le vertigini), il liquamen, che è una variante del famoso garum, e il laser: non era una diavoleria di una primitiva cucina molecolare, ma un ingrediente ottenuto dalla resina estratta dalla radice del silfio, una pianta che cresceva esclusivamente sulle coste prossime alla città di Cirene in Libia. In età romana, tanto era richiesto il laser che la continua e non regolata raccolta del silfio ne provocò l’estinzione. Plinio ci dice che l’ultima pianta venne regalata all’imperatore Nerone e si dovette ripiegare su una sostanza analoga, anche se non identica all’originale, ricavabile da una pianta simile al silfio: l’asafoetida o assa fetida. Il nome, diremmo, non promette nulla di buono e infatti la presenza di zolfo rende il prodotto particolarmente maleodorante, almeno prima della cottura. Il laser originario, come il succedaneo da assa fetida, avevano notevoli proprietà medicinali riconosciute da sempre.

Piccola curiosità leggendaria: i semi hanno una forma particolare, che assomiglia al geroglifico egizio utilizzato per indicare il concetto del cuore (ỉb):

da cui alcuni speculano si sia arrivato all'immagine del cuoricino.

Questa storia l'ho ritrovata in un foglietto in un altro libro stupendo che parla di cibo, Buono da Mangiare di Marvin Harris, dove il famoso antropologo si chiede e cerca di spiegare, per esempio, perchè in certe zone si mangia la carne di maiale e in altre no. E c'è una lista di libri legati al cibo (alcuni non li posseggo nemmeno, probabilmente era anche una lista di desideri) che lascio qui, divisi nelle sue sezioni con annessa piccola spiegazione:

Claude Levi-Strauss, Il Crudo e il Cotto; Marvin Harris Buono Da Mangiare e Cannibali e Re; Massimo Montanari, Il Cibo come Cultura

Il cibo dei giallisti: Manuel Vázquez Montalbán, Ricette Immorali. Camilleri scelse Montalbano come cognome del suo indimenticabile commissario proprio in onore del suo amico scrittore catalano, ed entrambi condividono la passione, critica e viscerale, per il cibo, tra le ricette della tradizione siciliana o quella catalana di Pepe Carvalho. Ma la passione del cibo è presenta in tutta la giallistica europea, dalle colazioni che la signora Hudson fa a Sherlock Holmes e al Dottor Watson, oppure ai pranzetti dei bistrot del Commissario Maigret annaffiati di Calvados. Al contrario, raramente i personaggi degli hard boiled americani hanno un buon rapporto con il cibo, se non con l'alcool con cui si accompagnano, spesso, sin dalle prime ore del mattino.

Antony Bourdain, Kitchen Confidential

José Manuel Fajardo, Il Sapore Perfetto

Redcliffe N. Salaman, Storia Sociale Della Patata

Nel 1903 Salaman fu nominato direttore dell'Istituto patologico del London Hospital, ma nel 1904 si ammalò di tubercolosi e dovette smettere di esercitare la professione medica e trascorrere sei mesi in un sanatorio svizzero. Gli ci vollero più di due anni per riprendersi completamente dalla malattia. Acquistò una casa a Barley, nell'Hertfordshire e, poiché non poteva tornare a praticare la medicina, iniziò a sperimentare una nuova scienza emergente, la genetica sotto la guida del suo amico William Bateson. Dopo diversi esperimenti falliti con una serie di animali e dopo aver chiesto consiglio al suo giardiniere, Salaman iniziò a sperimentare con le patate. Iniziando per caso, notò dapprima le caratteristiche recessive e dominanti delle varietà che incrociava (come aveva notato Mendel con i piselli), poi attraverso vari incroci fu il primo a creare ibridi di patate, che notò essere resistenti a numerose malattie, tra cui la peronospora della patata, che fu la causa principale della grande carestia che colpì l'Irlanda tra il 1845 e il 1849, decimandone la popolazione. Lo studio di Salaman, che spazia dall’antropologia all’archeologia alla storia agraria, incrocia molteplici campi dell’esperienza storica: ricostruisce i caratteri originari dei sistemi agrari dei vari paesi, riporta in luce la profonda commistione degli interessi agrari con quelli politici, restituisce scorci della vita materiale dei ceti più poveri; riconduce infine l’analisi dei comportamenti alimentari alle forme dell’immaginario collettivo."Un monumento insuperato di erudizione e di simpatia umana” (Eric Hobsbawm).

Se vi va, si potrebbe allungare la lista con tutti i contributi sul rapporto cibo\libri che vi vengono in mente, così da creare una piccola biblioteca al riguardo! Aspetto le segnalazioni!

[valibobona]

Dia 13

Talvez hoje tenha sido o melhor dia da minha vida. Bom, ele não começou muito bem.

Eu acordei sem voz, tossindo sangue, toda coitada e parecia mesmo que um passo em falso e eu iria receber o doce abraço da morte. Athos tinha dito que devolveria minha alma, mas eu não acreditava nele. Ele não tinha motivo nenhum para fazê-lo.

Enfim, consegui finalmente encontrar o Belion, queria falar com ele há um tempo. Fui direto ao ponto: falei que cheguei a conclusão de que era da vicky que ele gostava e disse que ele tinha que chamar ela pra sair o mais rápido possível. Ele disse que eles tinham ido jantar esses dias então eu disse pra eles se casarem logo pq eu não sabia quanto tempo eu tinha e eu queria ver uma novela romântica pela última vez.

Ele tava bem tadinho, parecia que quem ia morrer era ele. Eu convidei ele pro meu enterro (ou festa, caso eu recuperasse minha alma). Eu vi as tartarugas dele também, muito fofas por sinal.

Não sei explicar, mas eu me senti… bem? Em ver as reações das pessoas com minha morte eminente. Além de ter sido meio cômico, sei lá, eu esperava uma reação mais apática. Ao invés disso, recebi uma espécie de luto comigo ainda viva. Curioso. E legal.

Eu contei um monte de coisa pro belion que eu não me lembro, mas eu realmente achava que ia de comes e bebes, então sai falando coisas importantes pra ele anotar no livro que ele ia escrever sobre mim e ganhar muito dinheiro. Obviamente eu esqueci o que eu disse, mas sei que era importante.

Ai, apareceu Khael, e eu atualizei ele dizendo que tava quase indo de vala. Ele, como vários outros, era dos negacionistas da minha morte, se recusando a acreditar.

Então apareceu Athos, e ele ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆ ▆

Ou seja, consegui minha alma de volta e duas adagas maneiras! =D

Aconteceram outras coisas, mas vou logo para o mais importante: eu fiz uma roupa nova! É uma armadura de cota de malha bem brilhante e com uma capa azul clara. Eu nunca usei uma armadura em tons tão claro, mas eu gostei. Depois de quase morrer, eu percebi um monte de coisas, uma delas foi que eu preciso lutar contra mim mesma e seguir meus instintos mais primitivos. Talvez confiar um pouco nos outros não seja tão ruim, e talvez amigos sejam melhores que aliados.

Cowboy did a picnic today! The food was scrumptious, everything was so pretty and I felt great. It’s great to be alive. The vibes were imaculate and we played hide and seek! It was fun, pneumoultramicroscopicossilicovulcanoconiotico is very good at hiding.

Then, we celebrated my birthday! Since I don’t know the exact day I was born, I decided that the day I “resurrected” would be a good choice. I bought 4 cakes, put a poledance and Quimera showed up! We danced, went on a romantic dinner, kissed, joked around with everyone. It was fun. Also, Danny has a new outfit and she looks sooo pretty! Well, she’s my daughter, so of course she would be the prettiest.

Then Leafy showed up and led everyone to the place where the flower festival would take place. I tried doing something for a mini game, but I didn’t show anyone yet.

And Lami came back! I was quite hungry, so we decided to cook lots of meals, gather ingredientes and work in the farm in general. She learnt how to do totems for the animals and the plants, so everything is easier now. I’m decorating a room under my kitchen, cause I’ve been spending too much time in the farm these days. I wish I would connect the farm, the circus and my home. I don’t know how I would do that.

Anyways, best day ever, I’m glad to be alive

Xo

[blingblong55]

Wrong Direction- COD Men..prt.2

how they'd react to you cheating on them

This is based on a request:

Angst?, cheating, F!Reader,

Backstory:

-3 days before-

Your partner and you lived a comfortable life, considering what they do for a living. Life was perfect for him, he had the one person he could really trust. After every mission you were the one he would go home to. His home. The one place where no one could ever hurt him in. You were his safe place. Heaven if you will. He nuzzled his head in your chest. He was so tired when he came back from missions. And when you held him like this, your arms around him, your legs intertwined with his, it made his heart melt. Listening to your heart beat after the rough missions he'd take brought him patience. "this feels nice." he'd say when you would brush your hands through his hair. It was something so intimate, pure and beautiful.

But all fairy tales must come to an end. And tonight the book closed and the story finished. He came home from a last minute meeting, at around 3 in the afternoon. He heard you giggling with someone in your shared kitchen. But when he turned the corner, expecting you to be there with some animal you found while feeding your other animals, he found you with him. He was kissing your neck, your hand on the back of his head. You smiled like never before. Feeding yourself from all this pleasure.

Couldn't even see you through the smoke Lookin' back, I probably should have known But I just wanted to believe that you were out sleepin' alone

Alejandro:

he was heartbroken. How dare you? he gave up most things in life to have you.

He wanted to fix this, fix your marriage, but how could he when the problem wasn't fixing, it was mending the broken pieces that fell from him as he watched you with that guy.

He walked away from the kitchen, trying to be silent as he walked out the door.

All he wanted was to come home to you and kiss you all over.

"te amo, lo sabes?" he'd asked, "me too" which you'd answer every time.

He loved how you butchered Spanish, but he adored how you took classes for him.

He wasn't mad, he was furious, heart ached.

It was the kind that you want to stop but can't.

He was out the rest of the night. He got drunk, really drunk. He cried and cried. Nursed an empty bottle in his arms. His mates had to take him to base and cool him off. But he fought and fought until his own body gave up. He broke down in more tears, asking them why you had done such cruel thing to him. Rudy tried calling you, but Alexander stopped him. "no, I cant hear her voice, porfavor Rudy, not her."

So he did best and took him to his mothers. There he cried in her arms, just like how he did when he was a child. "mama," he cried, his little boy self holding onto his knee, his mum curing his wound. "ma?" his arms met her body. He leaned down so she could kiss his cheek. All night he stayed in her arms.

A/n: I'll let ya decide if he talks to you.

Rudy:

oh you are the worst for this one.

He trusted you with his body, soul and mind.

It was not like him, be he rushed to the man and punched him.

He took you away to the place you two called 'little heaven', there he cried to you.

Asking and asking, begging for some answer.

"porque? a caso mi amor no es suficiente?"

his lips quivering, he couldn't look at you.

"R/n? porfa, contestame." All you did was cry, you couldn't tell him. "I needed something from him." you calmly spoke. "what? I could give you anything you want!" his pain now turning into anger. He never raised his voice at you, never.

"I would die a thousand times before I would ever cheat on you!" All you did was nod. It was hard to explain, but, they had information of him. His family, base location, you. And the one thing you had to do was,,,touch that man. He started to walk away.

"Rodolfo, porfavor." you followed behind him. He just kept walking, eventually you catch up to him. You turn him around so he can face you. He was silently crying, looking down. "Yo te amo, no es justo." he said, voice shaky. "no lo hice para lastimarte. Era, para, chider a nuestza familia." you said, your hand over your belly.

He looked up at you. And for about an hour you explained it to him. He eventually realized you were pregnant. He of course forgave you. He carried you back to his car. Sitting there in silence, watching the sun set.

Keegan:

why? this poor man loved you!

he was furious.

The first woman he ever loved, the one who had taught him how to be more open.

After all you had taught him about love, the one he learned to be patient for.

It wasn't in him to be so...wild.. when you were around, he would - never let you see that side of him.

He pushed the man off, punching him and leaving him unconscious.

He yelled at you, "why!" his on your shoulders, "why r/n" he looked at you differently.

after no response, he walked away. Once he was far away from your shared home, he cried. Almost crashed as he did this. He punched the wheel of the car, yelling so many curse words. He parked his car somewhere, got out of it and sat on the ground. Crying, he looked up at the sky.

And the memories came in, how you kissed him on the first date because he was so nervous. The morning you woke him up, a birthday cake on your hands as you sang to him. And the countless time you took care of him and his stubborn sick self. "Keegs, please, just one more sip of this medicine and I promise you'll be better!" you protested. "no, it tastes so shit, so hell fucking no!" he walked away from the bed. About 30 minutes later, he slept in the couch, and then 2 minutes later, you walked in, a pillow in hand a a blanket. You slept on the floor, holding his hand. Taking care of him.

Now, here he was. Alone, sad and fucking mad. Just what he needed. On the radio came the song you two sang, the same one both sang on the way to the courthouse. A little adventure, the best now being the worst mistake.

His head hanged low, and for about 2 hours, he was asleep.

A/n: I dont know if you'd want one with graves, kreuger and Makarov, so please let me know. Also, the prt 2 to the other cheating ones will be out soon!

[bigtits-boob-milena-velba]

En noviembre de 2006, con el frio vuelve a ambientes hogareños, como "kitchen sweetie"

Aparece con un vestido de camarera, muy corto y escotado, con sus pechos llamativos y su expresión de belleza, muy juvenil.

El vestido es el típico de señora pastelera, formado por el traje, una enagua pomposa, el delantal y la diadema o lazo como en este caso.

Milena muestra un pastel de crema rosada, de fresas y decorada con merengue y toques de limón. Pero su dulzura y mejor ingrediente es el amplio escote, con los pechos casi fuera, apenas es capaz de ocultar sus pezones.

Los perfiles con vestido tan escotados, permiten admirar sus pechos, y las dificultades que ella tiene para encontrar un vestido ajustado a sus necesidades, sin llamar tanto la atención.

Ese vestido tiene una copa B, y ella soprepasa la K, todo una exageración.

Al mostrarse toda ella, además que sus pezones sobresalen, la mirada se dirige a sus piernas. Con unos zapatos engros, de gran tacón, junto a unas medias blancas, tupidas, y acaban en el muslo, con unas enaguas moradas, con ribete blanca, por debajo del vestido de azul pastel.

Lo que resulta inimaginable es lo que esconde debajo de las enaguas, al aparecer un tejido de tiras moradas y blancas, entre sus piernas y unas bragas de encaje blancas.

[womanwithoutfear]

The man without fear

El diablo de Hells Kitchen o el abogado que no puede ver (Según dicen) al igual que debería ser la justicia, aunque parece que es la única que puede vigilarnos a todos y a la vez hacer caso omiso.

Me gusta pensar a Matt como algo ambiguo de forma constante. Combate al crimen desde lo legal y al estilo Murdock, se sabe que es inteligente y algo tonto, lo suficiente como para usar una playera que diga ''no soy Daredevil'' y seguir celebrando. Siempre se lo ve luchando o golpeando a alguien, se puede notar claramente que quiere destrozarle el rostro a más de uno, pero decide que la justicia se encargue finalmente de los criminales. Aunque claro está, que esto no quita que no pueda romperle los brazos o las piernas en el proceso. Alguien tiene que defender su ciudad y hacer que llegue el mensaje a todos.

Matt lucha con el demonio de todos sus rivales. Busca equilibrar las cosas, limpiar las calles y calmar la ansiedad en los demás. A veces tiene la apariencia de un demonio que quiere actuar como un santo, un traje rojo con cuernos, que da sermones sobre la bondad y segundas oportunidades. Un santo que confía ciegamente en el sistema legal y en la lucha de ''cambiar las cosas pacíficamente asi tenga que ensuciarme los puños con sangre''

Pero hay un rival que Matt va a lidiar por el resto de su vida, no, no es ningún político corrupto, ningún policía comprado o un castigador con problemas aún por resolver. Es el demonio que vive en su interior. A veces puede ser problemático, no puede controlarse como quisiera, pero es ese lado de él que no teme mancharse los puños si es necesario. Es ese extremo cansado de su persona, que no puede tolerar los problemas, la violencia (irónico) que hay en la ciudad. Matt Murdock sabe que no todo es color de rosa. Por eso, es bueno tener un lado suyo que no tema moverse hacia el lado contrario cuando todo el mundo corre del peligro. Es un trabajo cansador, pero alguien tiene que hacerlo.

Todos los héroes pasan por las mismas preguntas en su cabeza ¿Podré proteger esta ciudad? ¿Pondré en peligro a mis seres queridos? ¿Es mejor trabajar solo? ¿En quién puedo confiar cuando me quite esta máscara? Muchas veces se equivocan, muchas veces aciertan, puede ser un proceso rápido o uno super lento que nos lleve muchos capítulos de un gran comic o una gran novela por delante.

Bueno, algunos corren la suerte de tener un radar y oír los latidos del corazón de los demás, para asi saber si están mintiendo o no... otros solo recurrimos a la justicia ciega en nuestro interior, ese instinto que nos dice ''Lo estás haciendo bien.''

[lunaversemuses]

fc: momo (twice) / aberta para f/m e f/f

(estou aberta a jogar o plot na Coreia também, se for do interesse do partner!)

Shiraishi Yumi é uma jornalista japonesa, nascida em Hiroshima, Japão, em 1995. Desde muito cedo, ela se mostrou uma pessoa independente, que não se apega demais aos sentimentos humanos. Em contrapartida, tem um forte apego com a família. Seu pai, um historiador especializado nos estudos do pós-guerra japonês, vem de uma família envolvida com a história de Hiroshima e com as questões colocadas durante a segunda guerra mundial. Sua principal motivação sempre foi estimular a filha a aprender, investigar e ser curiosa, o que a fez se apaixonar pela História e, também, pelo jornalismo. Formada pela Universidade de Tóquio e especializada em jornalismo investigativo, sempre se doou completamente ao trabalho. É uma mulher comunicativa, animada e cheia de amigos, mas não se interessa em nenhum tipo de relacionamento que não seja o de humana da felina que é a real proprietária do apartamento em que ela mora: sakura.

PLOTS PARA A YUMI:

give me a “we’re best friends with benefits but my pals always give me shit for not dating anyone, will you pretend to be my bf/gf for a while?? and then we can have a v intense break up // argument in front of everyone one day to make it seem somewhat real, ok cool thanks you’re a true pal, let’s bang it out && now it’s been a couple of months but we still haven’t ended things but here we are, dancing in my kitchen and you look really fucking perfect, holy shit — i don’t love you, i don’t love you, i don’t love you && you end up taking me out to a v fancy restaurant and basically, we do all the things couples do and is it bad that i actually consider you home instead of my own fucking apartment?? && oh, you’re cuddling me in your sleep, that’s new and i think i heard you tell me you love me in your sleep?? no, i’m just dreaming, aren’t i?? && holy shit, we still haven’t broken up but you’re watching a movie and i’m watching you and all i can think about is how pretty your face looks and how much of a wonderful person you are, it’s not even about the sex anymore — fuck, i’m in love with you, aren’t i??” plot yes ok (Nesse caso, também inserindo uma certa pressão familiar pra ela ter um relacionamento)

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RELATIONSHIPS

a maioria dos plots abaixo estão inspirados em musicas e abertos para qualquer gênero, exceto aqueles sinalizados com o contrário. sempre dou preferencia a fechar as conexões existentes dos outros players, então por isto é uma lista pequena.

ALL THE THINGS I DID. JUST SO I COULD CALL YOU MINE. (Cecilia White). tudo começou como uma brincadeira e foi crescendo, crescendo e absorvendo Avery de alguma forma. ela não esperava se apaixonar por muse, tão pouco a série de ataques de ciúmes sem sentido que teve, tudo apenas aconteceu sem que ela se desse conta. mas muse notou e o que estava apenas no plano imaginário, veio para o plano real. o relacionamento foi muito intenso, cheio de altos e baixos, e muitas brigas por conta do contrato que Avery que a fazia aparecer com outros pretendentes na mídia e jamais com sua parceira. a relação começou a ficar um pouco tóxica e tortuosa. muito aconteceu, e ambos os lados saíram feridos. Avery se arrepende até hoje de como as coisas acabaram, mas se a perguntasse, faria tudo do mesmo jeito, pois foi importante para seu crescimento pessoal. (Baseado em Favorite Crime - Olivia Rodrigo) CLOSED

DON’T HOLD BACK, YOU KNOW I LIKE IT ROUGH. (OPEN 0/2) sua vida amorosa é controlada pelos seus agentes, mas sua vida casual e principalmente sexual, não é. então Avery se permite viver um ou dois casos mais reservados e sem amarras. ao que tem funcionado muito bem entre ela e muse 2 e muse 3, ambos sabem do envolvimento dela com outrem e não ligam para isso, afinal não existe apego. (Parcialmente baseado em Skin - Rihanna)

STRANGERS TO LOVERS TO ENEMIES. (OPEN - M). muse foi o único namoro midiático de Avery que aconteceu de verdade. eles tinham o combinado de sair algumas vezes na semana, até que começaram a realmente apreciar a companhia une do outrem e se envolverem de fato. quando viu, já não era mais uma obrigação, mas sim um prazer. ela esperava ansiosa pelo próximo encontro, pelo próximo instante a sós, por uma minima caricia trocada e tudo envolta disto. até que numa bela manhã muse apenas a mandou uma mensagem dizendo que estava acabado. no tabloide tinha uma foto dele com seu novo affair e uma postagem falando sobre Avery ser muito manipuladora e controladora. total mentira. foi um processo até conseguir se desfazer das lembranças deixadas, do apego emocional e tudo mais. hoje ela odeia muse com todas as suas forças e sempre que aparece a chance de trabalhar com ele, ela corre. mas até quando? (Baseada em In the kitchen - Reneé Rapp) CADÊ MEU DON ADLER???

YOU CAN COUNT ON ME LIKE ONE, TWO, THREE. I’LL BE THERE. (Jinjoo; Talia; Anissa). seus amigos são como sua família, e não como aquela família que a gente escolhe ter, eles são literalmente a família de Avery, pois ela os trata com essa importância. e bons amigos são difíceis de se fazer, mas acredite quem tem a amizade dela, tem alguém pra sempre. como uma pessoa leal, Avery sempre estará disposta a ajudar o/a amigo/a em qualquer empreitada. (Baseada em Count on me - Bruno Mars) CLOSED

Genéricas:

parceiros de bebida;

pessoa aleatória que sempre que encontra se diverte;

amigos que viraram inimigos;

inimigos;

rivais;

ex’s;

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Resultado de la Remodelación de Recámara JP✨ Es una Recámara que originalmente es amplia por lo que la aprovechamiento de espacios es bastante importante. En este caso los clientes querían un proyecto con distintas características como lo fue el mueble donde la tv puede girar 360• y aprovechándose en 2 espacios, el estilo es un poco de varios, pero la inspiración principal fue Art Deco. Que les pareció este proyecto? • • • • • • #interior #homedecor #decor #interiors #homedesign #furniture #decoration #interiordecor #interiorstyling #interior4all #interior123 #instahome #instadecor #instadesign #designer #interiordesigner #modern #homestyle #interiores #livingroom #arquitetura #house #interiorinspiration #architect #kitchen #interiorinspo #homestyling #bedroom #decorating #homesweethome (en Mexico City, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnpEohvuDms/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Anthony Bourdain (al sangue)

Mi piace che si ritrovino negli alti e bassi, nelle frustrazioni e nell'assurdità, a cui, anche loro, guardano con un misto di nostalgia e rammarico - nelle liaison sessuali su taglieri e sacchi di farina, nelle abbuffate di cocaina a tarda notte, nel folle cameratismo che sembra esistere solo nelle bettole più frequentate - o quelle in declino. Ho scritto il libro in primo luogo per loro. E in ogni caso per loro è ormai troppo tardi. Ma temo che alcuni giovani studenti di gastronomia, migliaia e migliaia - nuove generazioni ogni anno - di ragazzi con i loro splendidi tatuaggi e piercing, possano aver frainteso. Credo che in nessun passaggio di Kitchen Confidential sia scritto che la cocaina o l'eroina fossero una buona idea. In realtà, in considerazione dei molti episodi di dolore, umiliazione e insuccesso elencati nel libro, lo si potrebbe definire un racconto ammonitore. Eppure, in occasione delle presentazioni sono spesso l'involontario destinatario di piccoli pacchetti contenenti una misteriosa polvere bianca: sacchetti di cocaina, enormi canne di marijuana locale accuratamente rollate, schiacciate nel palmo o fatte scivolare in tasca e che finiscono inevitabilmente nella spazzatura o consegnate all'addetto stampa. Quella polvere bianca perché sono un fottuto tossicodipendente riabilitato - e l'erba perché, tagliata con un allucinogeno da qualche stronzo, è quello che mi serve per farmi finire su "TMZ", nudo come un verme e con un elmetto di pelle calzato fin sulle orecchie. Fumare erba al termine di una lunga, faticosa giornata è quasi sempre una buona idea – ma vorrei sconsigliare gli ambiziosi giovani cuochi di farne furtivamente uso a metà turno al Daniel. Se pensate che fumare droga vi renda più reattivi alle chiamate urgenti del vostro capo sala, allora che Dio vi benedica, maledetti scherzi della natura. Se siete come me, probabilmente non riuscirete a far altro se non sgranocchiare crunchberry e guardare una vecchia puntata dei Simpsons. D'altra parte, se siete bloccati a riscaldare burrito da Chili's a colazione o a immergere maccheroni fritti al T.G.I. McFuckwad's forse ne avete bisogno. Trattare la disperazione con droga e alcol è una tradizione secolare, vorrei soltanto consigliarvi di valutare onestamente se la situazione sia davvero tanto pessima e difficile come pensate. Non è per mettere il dito nella piaga, ma se date un'occhiata alle persone con cui lavorate, molti sono - o diventeranno alcolisti e tossicodipendenti. Tutto quello che sto dicendo è: chiedetevi ogni tanto se c'è qualcos'altro che volevate fare nella vostra vita. Sono vent'anni che non mi faccio più di eroina ed è passato molto tempo da quando mi svegliavo in un bagno di sudore digrignando i denti. Non c'era e non c'è nulla di eroico nel farsi di coca ed erba. Avrei tuttavia voluto fare altro. Ma impegnando il mio tempo e i miei soldi nel comprare coca ed erba non potevo fare altro se non comprare altra coca e altra erba.

Prima uscita: 1 gennaio 2010 Traduttore: S. Valenti Editore: Feltrinelli Pagine: 254