#gabriela-papers

[tarjapearce]

Lips anon! Baby Benji accidentally getting into some spicy food and handling it like a champ. Miguel is proud and Gabi is pouty lol

Baby Benji is such a menace 🤭

(Don't feed spicy food to little kids, people 👀)

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Lunch time with the kids when you weren't around were either a success or a major recipe for mess, mostly caused by Baby Benjamin. He'd either splat Miguel’s face or clothes with his veggie puree or he'd cry because Miguel wouldn't share him from his own food.

Today seemed a different scenario. Miguel had prepared himself a bit of fruits with some seasonings such as tajín and some drops of Salsa Valentina, all the whole he cooked some lunch for his children. Dino nuggets and smiley face shaped fries on the side.

Usually he'd make them nutritious food, but one in a while a little treat for them wouldn't hurt them.

"Papa? is the food ready?"

"Un momentito, Solecito." he ran around with the plates and absorbent paper. In his haste he put the fruit bowl on Benji's chair as he served the food.

Benji stared at the bright colored fruit with wide and puppy wonder interest, his tiny hands reached for a chunk of Mango smeared in tajín and spicy red sauce. His mouth took a small bite from the fruit, at first his nose scrunched at the invasion of flavors.

Sweet and spicy, he suckled at the sauce with a small cough, but kept biting on the piece of mango. He blinked a couple of times before licking his lips clean from the crumbles of tajín that had piled up.

"Papa!" Gabriela had been absentminded watching her Papa juggling with the dishes, when he noticed Benji sucking off a piece of watermelon. Miguel's attention snapped to him.

"No, no." His large hand was about to relive the plate when he noticed Benji licking his fingers clean as Mango and spicy sauce juices dribbled down his hand.

"Mama is gonna be mad"

"Ma ma"

Benji's mouth mumbled and both Gabi and Miguel froze. Benji clapped before going for another piece of fruit.

"Did he just... ?" Miguel nodded. Was the food too spicy? No. The Valentina sauce was rather mild and the tajín was just a type of seasoning. It wasn't his level of spiciness yet, it had been enough for making Benji mumble his first words.

Miguel removed the fruit from his hands and wiped him clean. He seemed unbothered, happy even, his nose still scrunched at the taste only to giggle later. Gabi pouted. Her first time eating spicy was rather embarrassing for her.

Now Miguel had a little something coming his way. He would have to explain, what he was doing before Benji said his first words.

He was in trouble.

[90sgavi]

Mad about you (Pedri x Reader - Smut)

Summary: Pedri pisses you of so you decided to give him a punishment😉

Warnings: smut, swearing, slightly angst

It has been a year since you and the young Spanish Barcelona player have been together. The truth is that Pedri has been involved in many hook up/dating scandals which weren’t ofc true until he met you and he didn’t take him long to fall in love with you.

He never confirmed or unconfirmed the scandals he was supposedly involved in because he knew his family and his real fans would never believe any of that, but when it came to you and everything between the two of you he was keen on the idea to publicly announce your relationship. There were photos of you and him leaked already being together so it was the perfect opportunity for you to confirm your relationship

You were kinda afraid of his fan girls because you thought after the confirmation they would attack you and hate you but it turned out to be better than you thought. His good and loyal fans loved you as you treated the golden boy with respect and the love he deserves. Also they saw how your cariño’s eyes sparked every time he was with you and that’s all they wanted for him

But that didn’t mean that every fan of him would treat you in the same mature way. Sometimes when you were out for a walk some of his fan girls spotted you and asked a photo with the young star. You were never negative about it, in fact you liked that they appreciated your bf and his team, but all of that with a limit.

One day when you were driving for your scheduled Sunday lunch a fan of him raised her hand and pedri immediately stopped the car. He opened the window and you saw a very beautiful girl with blonde hair and blue eyes around your age asking for a photo with him and ultimately giving him a piece of paper writing something inside.

You were never a fan of these type of notes as girls always wrote him their numbers, instas and stuff. It made you jealous and it made you more jealous the fact that this beautiful girl gave him the note but he didn’t throw it away after reading it as he always does.

In the afternoon as Pedri was in the shower you sneaked in his stuff and grabbed the paper because you would explode if you didn’t read what was inside of it. You had murder on your mind as soon as you read the paper. The girl literally wrote all this nasty stuff about you and demanded Pedri to meet her in a hotel after his training tomorrow

After Pedri was done, he was in a mood for yk but he noticed your grumpy face. “What happened to you amor?”

You threw the paper in his face as you left the room and locked yourself in the guest room where you could spend the night since you were not in mood facing him. Pedri was knocking the door demanding answers “Y/N please what did I do, answer me and I can explain you if possible’’

“Ohh please you say you care about me and stuff but in the first chance you get for pleasure you run like a puppy, I guess the rumours of you and all those hook ups were true” you said

“Y/N stop you know all these are nothing but lies, you are the first girl I ever felt something real about, open the door and let me show you how much I love you” Pedri replied

“You think sex is always the answer after every argument, sorry Pedri but this is all too much to handle, if you want to get laid you can always message Gabriela (the girl who wrote the note)” you said

“Wait- what? Who is Gabriela?” he said

“Don’t act surprised Gonzalez, you know damn well. Good night I am tired” you replied

When Pedri heard you called him Gonzalez he really knew you were pissed of. He tried knocking and knocking all over but with no success. He returned to your room and slept since he had training tomorrow

The next morning he woke up and he understood that you had already left for your uni classes. Pedri was sad and confused about what happened. He remembered the moment when you threw the piece of paper in him so he run to the room looking for it. He found it in a corner where he read what it was written. As soon as he finished he knew how fucked up he was. He wanted to make up for it and he knew the way

When you returned from university you hoped Pedri could come soon so to get every bad thought you had unconfirmed but hours passed and your chances were starting getting lower and lower. So you decided to wear your favourite lingerie nightgown and watch your favourite series.

You heard the door unlocking and you didn’t even bother to check. Pedri greeted you but you rolled your eyes. Pedri had enough of this attitude of yours so he decided to open up to you

“Y/N I understood what I did wrong I had to get rid of the paper as soon as we arrived home but I promise I didn’t open it until today after our argument. Please you have to believe me” he said

“That’s why it is 8:00 pm and you were supposed to be back at 4:00 pm, I guess someone had a lil too much fun today with Gabriela” you answered

“Who gives a shit about this irrelevant girl when I have you. You have no fucking idea how hard it was for me to sleep without you last night. I needed you and I needed to feel your hands, your arms, your soft touch, I needed everything of you. I needed you yesterday, I need you today and I will need you forever. I love you Y/N, you are the only girl in the world, my only girl” he said accompanied by a soft cheek kiss

These words coming from his mouth melted your heart, you realised that you were too quick to judge, you had to listen to him in the first place. But you still had the upper hand you wanted to tease him a lil more and you knew the way

“The reason I was late was because I visited my mom and begged her to make our favourite croquettes. I thought it would be a small yet meaningful forgiving gift. What do you say?” He asked

You still gave him the silent treatment. Pedri fell on his knees kissing your hands and saying “Cmon Y/N what more can I do to forgive me?”

You suddenly turned your head and looked at him with your playful eyes “Well there is a way to make me forgive you and if you are a good boy you can get a reward later” you said making Pedri blush and starting to sweat

You stood up heading to your bedroom where Pedri followed you like his life depended on all of this. Pedri closed the door and prepared himself for what was gonna happen next.

You moved the strips of your nightgown allowing your dress falling from you and leaving you only with your lingerie bra and pants. The underwear made your curves and chest look perfect and that made Pedri’s jaw to fall on the floor. “Oh god Y/N you look fucking amazing, I need to be inside of you, pls let me in I swear you won’t regret this” Pedri said while his bulge started being visible from his skinny jeans

“Not so fast Pepi, you have to satisfy my g spot differently before your dick feels every inch of my pussy” you said in dominant way. You sit on the edge of the bed and then slowly you started opening your legs widely.

“Y/N -I… God I am so fucking horny rn pls i can’t wait anymore” he said while suffering from pain. “Shut up and get on your fucking knees, you are wasting time” Pedri obeyed you like a good little boy and after removing his shirt, he dropped on his knees ready to pleasure you in every way you wanted

“Now do a good use of your mouth and start licking every inch of my pussy, I want to see my cum on your mouth. If you succeed then i am all yours” Pedri didn’t waste a second and rapidly removed your pants exposing your wet pussy

He put one of his fingers to massage your clit and felt all the wetness “Joder Y/N so fucking wet for me and I didn’t even do anything to you yet” he said. “Less talking pepi and more action”

He started by kissing your inner thigh and then by moving closer to your outer lips where you felt all his saliva. You let out a small moan from the enjoyment while throwing your head back. He moved to your inner lips and ultimately found your vaginal opening where he entered you with his tongue. His pace was ideal, you enjoyed every moment of it but you wanted more you wanted to be in this position forever. “Fuck Pedri you do me so good you are almost there” you said while pushing his head further inside

“A little eager aren’t we Y/N?” he said. “Shut up! You aren’t allowed to talk until you make me cum”. Pedri made his pace faster and you felt your cum being on the edge. You rode yourself on his mouth so you could help spread your juices all over his face

“Pedri I am gonna cum…omg you make me feel so fucking alive” you moaned. Suddenly you breathed and let it all out. Pedri’s face was covered with your cum but he didn’t seem to mind. Instead he licked his lips “Y/N you taste so good. I wanna eat you like this every night” he said

“Btw am I forgiven now?” He asked. You took him from his neck and started kissing him passionately, putting in him top of your bare skin so you could feel his muscles and abs. “Does this answer your question?” you asked

With one of his hands he unclenched your bra exposing your tits in his face. You on the other hand you reached with your hand inside of his boxers so you could feel his hot hardened cock. That was a sign for you to help his situation…

End of part one

I could have written more but it is already big so I am gonna divide this into two parts:))

Hope you enjoyed it and stay tuned for the second enjoyable part😮‍💨

Btw this was my first story so sorry if the details aren’t perfect🥲

[lamamasjamas]

Butterfly

Summary: Miguel hates Venn Diagrams.

A/n: Uhm...the butterfly effect or whatever, I don't know. So, basically... Miguel is a selfish bootyhole in every universe.

Parásitos Masterlist

Warnings for the series: Dead Dove Do Not Eat!, angst, smut (dub-con), breeding kink for sure, Miguel is delulu, heavy topics such as death, gore, children dying/being tested on and more, allusions to comic origins and story, Dark Fic!!

The papers scattered around the table were horrific. Images of cancerous tumors under skin of test subjects, oftentimes causing the body to deform, bones to shift out of place and flesh to tear.

His hands start to tremble. The number of files and reports, lab notes and tests. It was too much, it made him nauseous, his stomach twisting unpleasantly.

Your Miguel was no saint, even you knew that.

But he knew he didn't tell you about this, you might have no idea what he really does at work.

That's where realities diverge. He stopped the experiments, those done by him anyway. His employer poisoned his body, getting him hooked on Rapture.

He became Spider-Man, not by the kindness of his heart but because he was finding a way out of addiction.

He assumes all Miguel's are as selfish as him. Yours continued the experiments, he was brought fame, the streets were 'safer', at least those in uptown, he was in good standing with his boss.

Xina, out of state. Dana, left him. Gabriel...

Gabriel doesn't answer his calls in this universe, neither does his mother. He thought he was better off, too consumed in his own success to care. Too consumed in building a new life and family with you to notice.

You and Gabriela were the only things left in this Miguel's world, apart from his astounding research developments.

But by God he was a prick to anyone else but his wife and child. Miguel, feeling ever so unprepared for stepping into the role of his counterpart, was greeted by side glances, glares and at times fearful looks from interns and assistants.

Asking a simple question made some stutter out. They were shaking in anxiety as he smiled awkwardly to calm their nerves.

Once alone, inside his office, Lyla manifested, her eyes wandering around the room, staring intensely at him and waiting. She was quiet, she was different.

Another thing, this universe's Lyla was flat. Snarky but clearly programmed to be sassy in the most surface level way possible. She didn't have a personalized wardrobe or the hair that she had begged him to have. She was standard.

His Lyla took over quickly, able to glitch the inferior version of herself out of existence. A virus of some kind was embedded into her programming, causing her to crash.

He assumed Xina didn't stick around long enough to give her much of a personality... or security.

It almost made him... sad.

...

He came home, knowing you had come from picking up Gabriela from school an hour before.

"How'd you give her a coat and sunglasses?"

Your voice made him tense.

Your head was directed at the stove, eyes glancing as he turned the corner. Your gaze was stuck on his jacket, now particularly tighter around his shoulders, a faint uncomfortable creased line appearing as he placed his bag on the kitchen island.

He follows your line of sight, your eyes flickering to the overstuffed case. His hand finds your waist, the other pushing in the papers, the faint crinkle of it making you wince slightly.

"Hm?"

You eye him, continuing your task despite the suspicion building in your gut. You turn with an unimpressed look. His silence made your hands fidget with the dish towel.

Both of your heads turned sharply.

Gabriela's shouts of laughter startled you both, her footsteps becoming louder as she ran into the kitchen, her socked feet slipping on the freshly cleaned marble floors.

Lyla, the new Lyla you weren't accustomed to, was following behind her, playing a game.

Your eyes widened, you could feel the shot of anxiety accumulate in the pit of your stomach and go up to your throat in a shout as Gabriela's head was diving straight for the kitchen island's sharp corner.

Miguel's arm shot out, his hand blocking the edge, ultimately leading her to slam her forehead against his soft palm.

Your limbs were too slow, having barely reached her shoulder by the time the impact was supposed to have taken place.

A sharp inhale and narrowed eyes made Miguel chuckle and Gabriela freeze.

"Niña!"

As you reprimanded and scolded, he folded his arms, nodding along. Lyla stood sheepish in the corner of the room, apologetic in having partaken in Gabriela's accidental slip.

You shake your head and glare, Lyla's increased playfulness now irritating, especially since her secondary purpose was to watch over Gabi at all times.

Lyla, the one that was left, wasn't programmed that way anymore. Her priority was Miguel, if anything else, the multiverse and its varying realities.

Gabriela sat on your lap, your hands searching through her scalp for any bumps and bruises. Something didn't feel right, deep down it felt as if she really had managed to slam her head into the table.

You still felt the panic and anxiety. Despite what you saw, the feeling that something was wrong was still present in your gut.

"Bring me a flashlight," you call out gently.

Lyla's eyes flicker to the table, her face falling and her eyes widening. She looked to Miguel in worry. His smile fades, he looks down.

The corner of the table was blurred, the particles around it shifting in bright hues of green, black and white. Like TV static, it felt fuzzy, as if he could feel the electrons bouncing and rearranging the closer he got to it.

It quickly faded into the normal marble stone, pristine, sharp, not a chip in sight.

You stare at him from the living room, concerned at the way his chest started to heave and his eyes flickered all over the room as if he were looking for something.

"Miguel..."

He hears your voice overlap Lyla's. Your tone worried and impatient, confused by his sudden somber expression. Lyla's voice was right next to his ear, he could detect something akin to pity, like a mother attempting to pull a child away from a toy store.

These toys weren't for him. He was bound to break them.

You stared after him, watching as he stormed his way to his home office after handing you the light haphazardly.

...

"It was going to be dulled. The tabletop was supposed to be removed because Gabriela got a couple stitches..."

He doesn't listen. Pages were scattered over his desk, his body hunched over as he attempted to read through experiments, what felt like hundreds of them.

They all had his name credited, either by morbid inspiration or because he partook in the data collection. Deaths were called failures, those that lived but could barely function were "taken care of".

"They were going to move out, back to Downtown to live with her parents..."

Alchemax used the research and results to make a new type of human, stronger, smarter, deadlier. The power the company held over the country had tightened, Downtown took the brunt of the less than savory effects.

He couldn't imagine you both living there, the infrastructure had somehow worsened in Downtown, at least his universe stood a chance, at least they had a... Spider-Man.

Miguel glances up from the latest experiment's lab notes, now focused on embryonic and infant development. This Miguel was testing on babies now. things were "safer", results weren't as horrendous as those earlier experiments, but still... they varied.

One wrong line of code and a child could grow an extra limb or worse... turn into monsters.

"Gabriela was supposed to have a scar, right above her eyebrow."

He glares at her, his brow twitching in irritation. Why does he need to know this? He doesn't want to, and he doesn't need to worry about it.

He'd make sure you both got the lives you deserved, Gabriella would never have scars, she would be happy, she would have a normal childhood and you... you wouldn't live with the fact that your husband's face was unrecognizable because of a gun shot into the side of his jaw.

"These events were supposed to happen, after he died... and you're just stopping them, like a roadblock."

She nods as he starts to shake his head, her hands coming up together to cover her mouth. She steps closer sympathetically, it only frustrates him more. He didn't like feeling like his options were limited.

He refused to believe he couldn't be happy.

"We're not supposed to be here-"

His anger was palpable at that. For the first time in a long time, he shut her off, he went into her memory bank and wiped what she saw in the kitchen.

You open the door to the room; his mind was forced to clear instantly.

"Ey..." you speak softly, not giving him a chance to gather himself further as you tiptoed your way to him.

He attempted to cover up the files, but it was too late. He noticed your blank look, the soft sigh and the soft hand at his shoulder.

"I know it's hard..."

He tenses. You look away from the photographs, the images making you feel something painful in your chest.

"You're saving lives, Miguel, you're helping these children, see..."

You point to the after picture then to the before picture. Oh. You thought-

His face shifts to mortification. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What do you know? What do you know for certain?

You kiss his cheek softly, leaning your head against his shoulder as you bend your knees to his level from where he sits stiffly at his desk.

"Look how happy they are now."

You take a picture and lift it to your face to inspect closer, a before picture of a sleeping infant, waddled in soft blankets and eyes slightly open and full of life. You didn't notice the mother's look of dread, her hollowed cheeks or her thin hair.

You were too focused on the baby, the child, the test subject, to think of why so many of the mothers looked so defeated, as if they haven't had proper clothes or meals in what seemed like months.

A promise was made to them, based on the notes his other self had taken. A healthier baby that can survive the harshness of their situation.

If not, food, clothes, luxuries they didn't have in downtown would be given in exchange for...

The babies always were the cutest things before testing started.

...

"M-Miguel..."

Your hands squeeze onto his shoulders tightly, the bed creaking from each rise and fall of your hips against his. His hand was at the small of your back, ensuring the thick throbbing tip of his cock stayed within your cunt.

He closes his eyes, feeling your thighs shake and tense next to his hips. He savors the moment, his thumb swirling over your clit lazily as he buries his head on your shoulder.

You catch your breath, hands running over his skin, soft mumbles of pleasure escaping between your lips as he involuntarily thrusted up into you.

He was colder now, something you've noted but ignored since that night. A stark contrast to the heat beneath your skin. His hands were squeezing you closer, his bicep flexing as if he were holding himself back from moving you against his body himself.

His body was different, and you could feel it. He hums as you press your palms over his shoulder blades, the pads of your fingers pressing lightly against the muscles of his back.

Your eyes flicker all over his face, his lips now skimming over your breasts, tongue peaking to taste the hardened pebbles of your buds.

You close your eyes as he groans, so desperate and breathy. Unlike him. A crease forms between your brow and you wince.

He was bigger, it took longer to adjust to his cock. Maybe he was pent up, you thought. Little did you know he really was. This Miguel hasn't fucked in a while, he's sure his alter had his way with you frequently. From what he's seen and analyzed and tries to replicate in this moment, he pleased you greatly.

He's sure he could do better though, he feels the way your pussy clamps onto him, frantically squeezing and letting go as if something was breaching into you, a foreign object that wasn't supposed to be reaching into you and forcing you to spread.

He smells the hint of iron and pennies. He opens his eyes briefly to the sight of the base of his cock, a string of red, your slick and his pre-cum coating up to his lower stomach.

A pleasant chill runs up and down his spine. You were his now. He broke you in, he was taking you as if it was your first time. In his mind, he took your virginity, you were finally getting fucked by a real man, making love to your real man.

It was your first time together.

His larger hand cups the back of your head, trapping you between his neck and shoulder.

You died. In his universe you were a casualty, vulture, venom... he's not sure anymore. All he knew- all he wanted to remember was that your car was derailed, and you had been trapped under rubble for a couple of hours, the area around you evacuated, Spider-Man was fighting the villain and was too occupied to hear the screams and pleas of a woman who was slowly losing oxygen.

You had a job interview that day. You wanted to get out of downtown and thrive.

He doesn't remember you; you've never met but he almost wishes he could have heard your voice, choked and broken, gargled and filled with desperation.

He fantasized about it, finding you in the rubble, carrying you out to safety, touching you, loving you, marrying you, fucking you, making you his in every possible way.

He hears your broken gasps and moans underneath him now, your legs spreading wider, your cunt gushing over him and your lips glistening as you attempt to quiet down your sounds of pleasure.

Your Miguel got lucky. You had a child, a beautiful, well-rounded child. He wanted it, he needed it. And he took it, easily.

His cum leaks out of you, your arm covering half of your face as you attempt to catch your breath. You wince as he traces over your lips, pushing the swirl of white and red back into you.

His hand traces over your soft stomach, your huff of laughter making his skin pucker. He wanted to feel it. He wanted to see it. The small swell of life, the sweet smell of your milk.

He could see the traces of your pregnancy, the marks of age on your body. You wear the necklace he had given you, the other him. It falls between your breasts, and it nudges against his nose as he traces small pecks to your skin up to your lips.

It was gold, something you never had to take off. Two butterflies with a small caterpillar near the middle.

He wanted it for himself, to feel it for himself. He lifts himself up with his forearms, keeping you below him, his cock hardening between your swollen cunt's lips, making you gasp and wince lightly.

"I want a baby."

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A/n: I'll have another short one soon. Be at the ready guys because I don't work on the weekends for once :)

[josephquinnswhore]

Hiiii bub thank you soooo much for the request here’s another one I have (based on me)

TW: blood & commit and anxiety attack

May you please do a Pedro pascal x plus size reader where readers worst fear is blood and any time they see it the feel nauseous and go in to an anxiety attack. Basically I was sick last week and had the absolute worst tummy bug (I’m all better) and threw up so hard my nose bled that I almost passed out and had an anxiety attack. Basically do it based off what happen to me and if u can add Bella and Nico and Gabriela calling Pedro bc he is the only one to calm reader down from these panic attacks.

Thank you in advance

My Comfort

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Fem/Plus Size Reader!

Summary: you’re sick and Pedro’s called back from his luck to see you in a bad way.

Word Count: 2k

Content Warning: reader is sick, mentions of blood, panic attack, vomit.

Note: hi sun bun 🐰, I love you. We must be the same person fr cause I’ve been sick for over a month LMAO and I get so queasy when I see blood. UGH, hopefully this gives you what you need. I also throw up to the point where my throat bleeds lol it’s so fucked. 🫶🏼🥰 I made it pretty dramatic LOL. M sorry it’s short.

You told yourself you were fine, you could do the filming through the sickness. You were sipping on your water and drinking your raspberry flavoured hydralyte, even though it tasted like shit. Just to try and get yourself through the day, unable to tell yourself you’re not sick enough to show up for work. It was too important, it came before everything else in your life, well, almost everything. It was second in line to your boyfriend and co-worker, Pedro.

“You’re okay. You’re okay. Just one more scene to shoot, then you can go home.” You chanted to yourself as you look in the mirror trying to convince yourself it to be true, thinking maybe if you said it aloud it would enforce some truth. Your face was losing colour with every passing minute, and the darkness around your eyes was a clear indication that everything was far from okay, that you were not okay.

But you felt guilty, you didn’t want to let the team down by going home and delaying the episode when you had one measly scene left to shoot, you may as well just tough it out and get through it as best you could. It would maybe take a couple hours at most, you could do that! Right? You started to doubt yourself at the way your limbs started to ache and feel heavy. It hurt to hold your head upright.

You turn on the tap to the cold water, letting the water gather into your cupped hands before you bring it to your face, the coolness is refreshing, you exhale a deep breath to try and relax, patting your face dry with some paper towel and throw it into the trash bin. You could do this. You couldn’t give up.

“Hey, are you feeling okay? You don’t look so hot.” Gabriel sets a hand on your shoulder, his thick black eyebrows were nearly touching as he frowned, his dark brown eyes squinted with concern at one look of you, his hand feels like it weighs a tonne on your aching shoulder. “I-I mean you are, but, you know.” He gestures to you and you raise an eyebrow at him, you didn’t wanna have to deal with this right now-as much as you liked him.

“Dude shut it, are you okay?” Bella asks, her face strewn with concern for your well-being. You swallow your spit loudly, gulping down the clump that sits in your throat, feeling more ill with every passing second. “Um…I’m ok, I think.” you can’t decide what to say, unsure of whether you even believe your obvious and blatant lies. Bella looks to Nico and they know you’re lying, sharing a look of sympathy toward you, watching as you slightly sway as you stand still.

“Why don’t you just sit down for a second, have some water.” You nod to Nico, “thanks,” you mumble in agreement as she sets a gentle hand on your back, helping you sit, agreeing it’s a good idea. The bright lights of the set don’t help the ache in your head that’s contributing to your illness. Your eyes squint as your brain throbs at how bright it is, you blink harshly, trying to rid the ache that’s set in motion, the shadow of a headache you knew would grow into a migraine.

“Wouldn’t hurt to sit for five minutes.” You mumble in an unintelligible slur, as you feel a wave of nausea coming over you, it shakes your whole body to the core, the feeling settles uncomfortably in the pit of your stomach. Your fingers grasp your bottle shakily with the hydralyte, desperate to rid your body of the nausea setting, but it wasn’t your bottle, and it wasn’t hydralyte. It was a bottle of soft drink, the fizz of the soda causes a rift in your stomach that feels like it’s about to explode. The feeling builds and builds until it feels like it’s going to erupt, from your mouth.

“Oh my god, someone get me a bucket.” You hunch over in your seat with one arm wrapped around your stomach, the other holding your hand over your mouth, the nausea rising up your throat that you have to swallow down the first time it attempts its exit because you would’ve just spewed all over the floor on set. You heave again, this time Gabriel is holding a bucket underneath your mouth, the taste of the liquid makes your stomach ache even though it barely has time to digest.

The same coloured liquid comes out as clear, mostly bile the first few times, until the stench of the contents in the bucket circulates through your nostrils and churns your stomach again, twisting until it shoots up your throat, this one hurt your throat badly, the sting it made coming out has you unable to breathe for a few seconds, your lash line full to the brim with unshed tears, coughing violently as someone rubs a hand along your back, trying to soothe you.

You feel something dribbling from your nose and you wipe it with the back of your hand, not caring how disgusting it would seem to anyone else. You expect to see snot or mucus on your hand associated with the tears brought to your eyes from the vomiting. To your surprise you see a bright red liquid, your blood was coating your hand in a rugged line on your hand, your nose was bleeding.

“Oh shit you’re bleeding.” Nico exclaims, panic evident in her voice, inspecting your nose and handing you a tissue, the blood filled the tissue within a few seconds, the flow from your nostril not giving up. You must’ve burst a blood vessel in your nostril with how it’s pouring out of you, you start to feel dizzy at the sight of how much blood you’re losing. You pull back the tissue and feel it leaking through the tissue, your fingertips were now stained red from how profusely it was bleeding.

It starts with your hands trembling, your body becomes stiff and you can hardly hear anyone around you. Your fingers are shaking that badly you drop the bloody tissue, your nose is now free bleeding all over you and your clothes. Your breaths are rugged and panicked. The ache in your neck causes it to fall, your whole body falling forward destined to hit the ground until Gabriel catches you, sitting you on the floor, lying you on your side.

“Call Pedro back from lunch, now. And get the damn medic.” Bella demands Gabriel who stands in a panic not knowing what to do, he rushes to get his phone and makes the call to Pedro, Nico rushes away to find the medic on set while Bella stays with you. She’s knelt down beside you, trying to pry you upright but your body is stiff and unmoving other than the small underlying tremble of your body.

The medic arrives first, she’s kneeling down beside Bella to look at you, eyeing the teenager in shock at the state of you. “Hey hun can you hear me? It’s Cas I’m here to help.” You feel a warm hand on your body as she rolls you onto your back, the ache from the touch alone causes you to whimper, your eyes are strewn shut at the brightness of the room, it was all too much, you just wanted Pedro.

She pulls out of her bag a cuff, to check your blood pressure, the tightening of the cuff on your arm was pleasantly satisfying, slightly grounding you with each notch of pressure that was released. “Okay, blood pressures a little low but nothing to be worried about. Just going to check your temperature sweetie.” She moves your arm, shoving a thermometer under your armpit and waits for it to beep. She checks it and purses her lips together on a thin line.

“Baby, oh my god is she okay?” Pedro kneels down next to you, his hands are holding your cheeks, cupped in his own large hands the warmth from them makes you sweat, a result of your ever rising temperature. “Is she okay?” Pedro asks Cas, she puts the thermometer away. “She had a reading of 39.2 degrees, she’s got a fever, not sure what’s causing it though.”

“Hey baby, hey can you hear me? It’s me baby I’m here.” You could barely find the strength in you to open your eyes, eyelids squinting to protect your eyes from the brightness of the room. “Hey.” You mutter, with the last of your strength you could muster before you fall unconscious.

-

Pedro’s leg is bouncing the whole time he’s sat in the chair beside your bed in the hospital. The beeping of the monitor keeping your reading would sometimes make a commotion in the event of a momentary spike in blood pressure, “it’s just trying to regulate itself.” The nurse offered, which didn’t make him feel any better.

“Mr Pascal, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Dr Wrent, we’ve been doing some tests on your girlfriend here today. We’ve come to find that she’s somehow contracted a deadly stomach bug, it’s rare but not unknown, we can give some anti biotics to take home and she should be fine within the week.” The doctor put your folder and hung it on the end of the bed, “by the way, make sure you enforce that she takes a break, tell her to stop working so hard.”

“Right, I’ll do that. Thanks for everything.” Pedro sunk back into his chair and waited for you to wake up, the small sandwich and juice from the cafeteria sitting unopened as you lie peacefully.

You start to stir right when Pedro feels his eyelids drooping, begging him to close so he can have a moments rest. He hears the shuffling before his brain has the chance to fully lull him into sleep, rustling around in the front of his mind to wake up, sending an alarm throughout his body that you were finally awake.

“God baby you’re awake. You scared the shit out of everyone you know that?” As if you hadn’t felt guilty enough, the worry on His face made it worse. You couldn’t look at him, avoidant in your stare towards him, looking quite literally elsewhere until he leaned over the bed and grabbed your face in his hands, forcing you to look up at him.

“I’m sorry baby- I didn’t mean,” he takes a deep breath before continuing. “We were worried about you, why didn’t you tell someone you weren’t feeling well?” You should’ve just done that to begin with you knew, but you were too stubborn.

“I just convinced myself I should do it, I didn’t want to disappoint anyone by delaying the season for one last scene.” Pedro’s hand caresses your hair, fingers gliding through your hair as he calms you. “From now on you put yourself forward okay? Promise me.”

You pull your bottom like between your teeth, enjoying the sting it brings when you bite down too hard, “okay, I promise.”

“I’m proud of you though, you saw that blood and didn’t die, soooo.” Pedro trails off with a small laugh and you groan and roll your eyes, shoving his arm. “Don’t remind me, that’s so embarrassing.”

Pedro stands from the bed, handing you a sandwich wrapped in a paper bag, “you know I think they’re gonna put a scene of you passing out in the show.” You stop feeling back the paper bag and look at him suspiciously, “they wouldn’t want to!”

He simply shrugs, “you didn’t hear that from me, now eat. Need my baby strong.” You unwrap and bite into the sandwich, it contained all your favourite fillings and you smile, stomach feeling settled and the ache of the emptiness was now gone as you’d managed to swallow some food. You’d sure learnt a valuable lesson; Gabriel is useless when it comes to emergency situations.

[the-jarvy-party]

IN THE MOONLIGHT | neymar jr

neymar jr x fem!reader

lowercase intended || warnings : fluff, cursing

wc : 1222 words (masterlist)

valentine’s day special | also this is set in paris, i wanted to clear things up because i know it’s summer in brazil rn

neymar’s first date with a paris lady doesn’t go as planned, soon realizing that his heart belonged to his best friend.

translations at the end :)

“i need this to be perfect.” neymar paces around the room and i sit on his bed.

“what does she like?” i cross my legs and he stops to look at me. “are you serious?” i blankly stare at him with a flat tone.

“it- it’s the first date, if that helps.” he starts to talk with his hands, getting progressively nervous and sweaty.

“it’s fine, but why valentine’s day for a first date?” i mumble and neymar goes to sit next to me.

“i’m fucked.” he puts his head in his hands.

“no, you’re not.” i put a reassuring hand on his shoulder and he tenses up. “it’s normal to be nervous.” i slowly take my hand off and put it in my lap.

“it’s not my first date, doce. it’s just,” he pauses for a second to look at the tv in front of us. “i can’t screw this one up.”

“you won’t, i’ve known you since we were 14. when have you, the ladies man, fucked up a first date?” i smile at him and bump into his side. “well, except for gabriela matos sophomore year.” i let out a chuckle and neymar groans.

“you said you’d let that go!” we both start to laugh. “thank you, though. i really appreciate you.” neymar hugs me before going to his closet. i pat his back with my hand.

i really appreciate you.

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“you promise that she won’t like… run away or-“ neymar was religiously fixing his hair.

i had to cut him off, “you’re being destructive. you’re an easy person to talk to, everyone loves you. you’re gonna be fine.” i get up off of the couch to stop neymar from fixing himself in the reflection of a metal bowl.

i grab his hands and take them out of his hair, fixing it one more time. “hey, i was fixing it.”

“you’re making it more greasy by doing that.” i let go of his hands, putting mine in my hoodie. “isn’t it time?”

“sh- yeah.” he kisses my forehead before leaving. “bye amor!” he runs out the door. my heart started to race, i got a little too caught up. he’s been doing stuff like that since we were 16, that’s normal for neymar.

i couldn’t help but let my heart race, my face heat up, and get all giddy like i have since he’s started doing it.

it felt like i was developing my teenage crush on him all over again and i knew that was gonna end terribly.

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i jump off of the couch once i hear the door open, screaming trying to find something to throw.

i grab the remote and chuck it at the wall, “god! fuck! why’d you do that?”

“woah! doce, christ!” neymar puts his hands up, “you almost hit me.” he bends down to pick up the remote.

once i see him in the glow of the tv, i realize that he didn’t seem too happy. “oh, neymar. what happened?” i soften my gaze and he scratches his arm.

i see his frown start to turn into a smile, soon going ear to ear. “HAH- sorry.” he clears his throat.

“not funny.” i blurt out.

“it went good, i’m just leaving my coat here and we’re gonna go to a show.” he hands me his coat. “she said it was good. i’ll see you later?”

it came out as a question, since i had a house not too far down the street. “oh- oh! yeah, i’ll see you later. bye, belo.” i wave my hand.

“bye, doce!” he closes the door and locks it before i hear his car speed out of the driveway. after zoning out for a few seconds, i realized i was clutching the coat he had given to me.

it smelt like him, or the cologne he really only wears when he’s in paris. he warrants being here a special occasion. i hear a crinkle in one of the pockets and decide to take the piece of paper out.

a bunch of random scribbles, probably to calm himself down. i flip to the back, it seemed like a draft of a love letter.

the jealousy sat in when i realized it was to the girl he was on the date with, though her name was written over another one. i don’t know why i’d be jealous. it’s not like neymar was gonna miraculously, automatically fall in love with me once i realize my own feelings.

“do i really want to know what this says…” i mumble to myself, biting the skin around my thumb. “yes, yes i do wanna know.” i unfold the paper to read it.

it was half finished, hearts bordering the page. he put a ton of thought behind it, and not gonna lie, it was sweet. i fold it back up and put it back in the jacket pocket.

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i feel the couch sink in next to me and i wake up. “hm?” i look up and see neymar smiles at me. “oh!” i sit up, “was it fun?”

“yeah, miss you though.”

“why’d you miss me?” i yawn and neymar puts his arm around my shoulders.

“she wouldn’t stop and enjoy the silent parts.” he pauses for a second. “like natural silence. she’s nice though.”

“awww, neymar is in looovvee.” i smile and he rolls his eyes.

“i might be.” he smiles and we sat in silence for a few minutes. “wanna do the tradition?”

“really? i would love to.” the valentine’s day tradition was a special one, in my opinion.

we’d sit where we can see the eiffel tower and talk for hours. i didn’t know he’d be up for it after being out.

“yeah, i’ll bring snacks. go to the car.” he hands me the keys and i get my shoes on.

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once we got situated, i admired the beauty of the symbol of france. i loved how it over-shined the city around it, how it glowed almost as bright as the moon.

“so, what do you wanna talk about?” neymar opens a bag and starts to eat.

“maybe your date?” i smile and he shakes his head.

“it really didn’t go too well. she was a great person, just not the right one for me.” my ears perk up when he said the last thing, he didn’t seem too sad about it.

“oh, well there’s always someone who is right for you.” yeah, me. i was talking about myself. i hope he got the hint.

“yeah, i’m just glad we got to keep this up.” he scoots closer to me. “i enjoy spending time with you.”

his words made me subconsciously smile, “i enjoy hanging out with you, too, belo.” i put my hand on his cheek.

leaning into my touch, neymar looks into my eyes. the lights from the tower made him look angelic, “y/n-“ i think we both realized what was about to happen. i could see the shift in his eyes, and i could feel the shift when he said my name. “- i can’t.”

he leans in quickly, taking me by surprise. i kiss back, the 15 years of pent up feelings finally came out.

“eu te amo.” he whispers to me and i smile.

“eu também te amo.” i kiss him again and he rests his forehead on mine.

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TRANSLATIONS

belo : beautiful

doce : sweet

amor : love

eu te amo : i love you

eu também te amo : i love you too

[aria-ashryver]

Whatever You Say, President Adalhard (Pt. 1)

Book: Immortal Desires Pairing: f!Cas x f!Gabriela Ratings/Warnings: Mature - swearing, mentions of drinking/being drunk Words: 2.5K

Summary: The only thing Cassie loves more than teasing Gabriela is coaxing her into breaking the rules. (Pt. 1 - Cas and Gabriela share their first kiss)

A/N: Written for CWFC's Pride Bingo (First Kiss/Date). Pt2 will be rated Explicit and have adult content. Here is a link if you'd prefer to read on AO3. I haven't been explicit about their appearances, so feel free to imagine whichever sprite you like!

Happy Pride Month lovelies! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

@choicesficwriterscreations

Gabriela knew it was Cas before she even stepped inside the office. It was the sound of her footsteps that gave her away. Chunky, black combat boots on linoleum, the thuds of her footfalls somehow imbued with arrogance even though Gabbie couldn’t see her through the closed door. 

Like she moved with a swagger in her step. With a purpose. One that, as the door swung open to reveal Gabriela’s very own dark-eyed, gloating, she-devil nightmare, she realised she was likely the target of.

‘Isn’t it past your bedtime, Golden Girl?’ Cas smirked, glancing up at the clock. 10:43pm. All the faculty had gone home hours ago, even the evening cleaning staff, and here Gabriela was, still grading papers in the office like she was gunning for a “World’s Best TA” trophy.

‘How did you even get in here, Cas?’ Gabriela asked. ‘The campus should be locked.’

‘Since when has a little thing like a locked door or a “no trespassing” sign stopped me? I’ve been breaking and entering from the minute I could walk!’ Cas’s grin only grew wider as she spread her arms in a mocking flourish. ‘Pretty sure my first word was “minor misdemeanour.”’

‘That’s two words.’ Gabriela marked down a “B” in red ink and stacked the graded paper neatly in a pile with the others she’d completed. She paused, a pointed silence hanging between them as the door swung closed with a resounding click. ‘Aren’t you going home?’

Stalking closer, Cas rounded the desk to drop a kiss to the bare slope of Gabriela’s shoulder. Gabriela’s fingers tightened around her pen as Cas gripped the edge of the desk, her arms caging her in on either side.

‘No,’ Cas murmured in her ear. ‘You want me to just end my night after a little B&E? I’m sure there are pleeenty of other rules we could break together.’

‘We’re not breaking any rules tonight, Cassie.’

‘You sure about that?’

Intent on the papers before her, Gabriela did her best to ignore Cas as she scraped blunt, human teeth down the column of her throat, nipping a bite just beneath her jaw. Despite herself, Gabbie angled her head, giving Cas better access. Goddamn it all.

‘Gotta say, President Adalhard,’ Cas murmured. ‘You are looking all kinds of delicious today.’

Cas skimmed a knuckle down Gabriela’s neck, nudging the edge of her soft, grey cardigan until it was in danger of slipping right off her shoulder. She’d paired it with a strappy tank and a floaty, A-line skirt today, hoping to catch Cas’s attention.

Gabbie was as thrilled as she was nervous to find herself trapped against the desk, Cas all but devouring her with her gaze.

‘But, as cute as you look in this outfit, I’m pretty sure it violates the dress code.’

‘Really, Cas? That’s your angle?’ Gabriela snorted indelicately, rolling her eyes. Tugging her cardigan more firmly onto her shoulders, Gabriela stacked another paper on the “completed” pile. ‘Is this the part where you tell me I should take it off?’

‘Hey, you said it, not me!’ Cas raised her hands defensively, her grin utterly wicked as she straightened up. ‘No complaints if you do, though.’

Blood warming, Gabriela sucked her lip into her mouth, biting the plush curve until it was swollen and tender. Bad idea, she chided herself, not at all paying attention to the heat of Cas’s thighs as she leaned on the desk beside her. Being alone in the office with Cassie Harlow could only be a bad idea.

Cas nudged the cardigan again. It slipped right off Gabriela’s shoulder to pool around her elbow. Cas’s grin was unrepentant.

Gabbie made a noise that was half-laughter, half exasperated sigh. ‘Cas! You are such a bad influence.’

‘Yup. That’s why you like me,’ Cas said, a teasing glint in her eyes. ‘Oh, sorry, how did it go? That’s why you think I’m just so cool and gorgeous, and you have the most infuriatingly beautiful smile, Cas, like some fallen angel! You are the worst kind of temptation. And even though I know I shouldn’t, I can’t stop thinking about your—’

‘Okay, enough! God, you’re annoying!’ Gabriela ducked her head, heat rising to her cheeks. It had been a week since her teary, drunken confession at Nicole’s spring break rager and Cas would not let her live it down. That night, Cas had howled with merciless laughter and thrown Gabbie’s drunk ass in an Uber with a rather-more-sober Libby to keep an eye on her. But ever since then, the menace quoted Gabriela’s ill-advised monologue at every available opportunity.

Gabriela fisted her hands atop the desk. ‘You are never going to let me live this down, are you?’

‘Not a fucking chance, Adalhard. Not a fucking chance.’

Gabbie had been adamant she was going to take her ill-advised crush on Cas Harlow to the proverbial grave. But as things had turned out —embarrassment and endless teasing aside— the drunken confession had worked out rather in her favour.

***

One week earlier…

Gabriela woke to a pounding in her temples and a thick, dry feeling in her mouth.

God. A hangover. She actually had a hangover. As a vampire. She must have seriously outdone herself last night. 

It was early enough yet, so Gabriela moved through her morning routine on autopilot; shower, brush teeth, complete skincare routine, fix hair. By the time she was settling down into a cross-legged position on her yoga mat, Gabriela was feeling marginally more human.

Well. As human as she could feel, these days. Shrugging off the stinging thought before it could burrow too far under her skin, Gabbie drew in a deep breath, intent on following the prompts on the YouTube tutorial she was watching and emptying her mind as best she could.

She was just beginning to relax when she was interrupted by a knock at the door.

A loud knock.

A very rude knock.

A knock that sounded alarmingly like someone was not, in fact, knocking, but rather kicking at her door with one oversized, metal-studded boot.

‘Nooo,’ Gabbie muttered to herself. It was far too early in the morning to be dealing with Harlow’s particular brand of delinquency. ‘What do you want now?’

Rising from the mat, she padded barefoot to her front door, wrenching it open to come face to face with one smirking, silver-eyed menace.

‘Oh, honey, I’m home.’ Cas ran a tongue across one of her fangs, a mocking smile on her face and two large cups of coffee in her raised hands, one iced, one hot and fragrant with curls of rising steam.

Gabriela leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed tightly against her chest.

‘What,’ she deadpanned.

‘Aw, come on, now,’ Cas said. ‘Is that any way to treat your favourite Venandi?’

Gabriela watched as Cas raised the iced coffee to her mouth, her lips sinfully full and hypnotising as she took an obnoxiously loud sip through the straw. Gabriela winced, the sound grating on her over-sensitive hearing.

A moment passed. Another. Gabriela sighed through her nose.

‘What do you want, Harlow?’

‘I was in the neighbourhood.’ Cas took a second, drawn out sip. ‘I had a feeling that after last night, you were really gonna need a coffee this morning.’

‘You literally live on the other side of town.’ Gabriela’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. ‘Did you spit in it? I— what is this?’

‘Damn. Rude.’ Cas prodded the inside of her cheek with her tongue when Gabbie continued to glare at her. ‘Look, do you want the coffee or not?’

Without waiting for an answer Cas shoved the cup into Gabriela’s hand.

Taking a moment to pop the lid off —after one last suspicious glance as Cas, who slurped away at her iced Americano with a feigned air of innocence— Gabriela peered into the cup. And promptly blinked in surprise. 

She didn’t know what she’d been expecting — a plastic Halloween eyeball? A dead rat or something?— but she certainly hadn’t been expecting to see a steaming double shot latte with a hint of vanilla, the fluffy foam dusted with a delicate shower of cinnamon.

It was her favourite.

If anyone had told her, even yesterday, that Cassie Harlow, of all people, had memorised her usual coffee order, she’d have laughed full in their face.

Right now, Gabbie didn’t feel like laughing.

Right now, Gabbie felt like the entire world was falling away beneath her feet and she didn’t understand why.

‘Thank.. you?’ Gabriela sucked in a breath, hoping like hell that Harlow hadn’t picked up on the slight flutter of her traitorous heartbeat. ‘What’s the catch?’

‘No catch,’ Cas said, though her mouth twitched as she said it. Shit. ‘I just thought I should add “generous” to that growing list of yours of all my admirable qualities.’

‘What—’ Gabbie hated how breathless she sounded. ‘What are you talking about…?’

‘Aw, come on,’ Cas insisted, her eyes glittering. ‘Rummage around in that big ol’ nerd brain of yours, Adalhard. Figure it out.’

The eagerness about Cas was palpable, Gabriela thought. But it wasn’t malice burning in her eyes just then, nothing so cruel. Teasing, yes —Cas wouldn’t be Cas if she wasn’t teasing Gabriela about something— but there was excitement there, too. And maybe even a flicker of… nervousness? Gabriela blinked. Surely not.

‘Tell me,’ —Cas shifted incrementally closer, and Gabriela sucked in a startled breath— ‘does generosity rank higher or lower than “stubborn loyalty” and “a face so cruelly perfect you can’t decide whether you want to punch it or kiss it”?’

A warning flared in Gabriela’s stomach. The world pitched, tilted, and Gabbie was in freefall.

Just like that, it all came flooding back.

The tears. The yearning. The umpteenth glass of that shimmery, icy slush she and Nicole had been knocking back as if it didn’t have a ludicrously high alcohol content hidden somewhere beneath its bright, peachy taste… taken out of her hands by one surprisingly gentle Cassie Harlow. 

As she’d burst out in delighted laughter. As she’d promised they’d revisit this conversation when Gabriela was less likely to fall on her own ass.

Oh god.

The warning in Gabriela’s stomach turned icy-hot, searing cold.

She’d told Cas she had feelings for her.

Gabriela’s cheeks were suddenly flaming.

‘Aaaaand there it is.’ Cas snickered.

—noooooooo whatthefuckwhatthefuck why was she literally the most idiotic idiot in the history of idiots whyyyy— 

‘Cas—’ Gabbie blurted, though she wasn’t sure what the rest of that sentence was going to be because she clamped her mouth shut against a sudden swell of nausea. 

What the hell. What the hell had she been thinking!? Oh, she was going to be sick. 

In that moment, Gabriela wasn’t sure if it was the hangover or the embarrassment talking, but either way, she was saved from having to figure out how exactly one is supposed to finish a sentence when they’ve just remembered they’d all but confessed their undying love to their mortal (immortal) enemy the night before, when Cas reached into an inner pocket of her jacket and slapped a brown paper bag into Gabriela’s hand.

It was warm. The paper was slightly greased and smelled of sugar.

Cas clicked her tongue, her face pinched in a way that said she was having entirely too much fun at Gabriela’s expense. ‘Eat something before you hurt yourself, dork.’

Flummoxed, Gabriela opened the bag, part of her wondering if it was big enough to hide in forever and never come out. She peered inside to see a pair of warm, apple fritters, sticky with glazed sugar and cinnamon. The exact kind she’d mentioned liking to Harrison around two years ago when Cas had happened to be within earshot.

She’d remembered. 

Gabriela was hungover and Cas had brought her her favourite coffee and apple fritters because she’d remembered.

What on earth was happening?

Gabbie lifted her head to stare deep into Cassie’s eyes, her mouth falling softly open. For a moment, there was nothing but the quiet; the slow, sleepy stillness of a New England morning, spring flowers and errant blades of grass dew-tipped and swaying in the breeze where they sprouted through cracks in the sidewalk. 

‘You… remembered I like these?’

‘Well, yeah. Duh.’ Cas lifted a shoulder in a too-casual shrug, something in her gaze softening from teasing to warm. ‘Is there room on that list of all the stuff you love about me? ‘Cause I don’t know about you, but after all this sappy shit I’m pulling this morning, I think you’re gonna have to add “fucking amazing girlfriend” to the list.’

‘Girl—’ Gabriela choked around the tentative bite of sugar and pastry she’d been unable to resist taking. She coughed, clearing her throat. ‘I’m sorry, but did you just say girlfriend?’

Cas’s knife-sharp smirks had always cut Gabriela to the quick. So proud, so bold, so unapologetically Cas… so beautiful.

It was no different now.

Drawing one last sip of coffee through her straw, Cas rattled the ice cubes around the empty cup, then very slowly and deliberately set it down atop Gabriela’s mail box.

Then she smiled, and it was the bright glow of the moon.

Coffee cup in one hand, apple fritter in the other, Gabriela had her hands full when Cas cupped the back of her neck. Cas slid a palm against her waist, fisting the fabric of her sweatshirt at the small of her back and sharply tugging her close. Gabriela squeaked in surprise, her pulse leaping to her throat. 

Tilting her head in amused challenge, Cas simply stared at her. Her eyes flicked down to her lips. Gabriela swallowed, hardly daring to hope, and then —in a way that felt inevitable— Cas’s mouth found her own.

Trust Cas to leave her defenceless. But Gabriela always had been, when it came to the stubborn Venandi. Cas was in her very bloodstream. Gabriela could only hold on to her coffee and apple fritters and try to remember how to breathe.

Their kisses tasted of sugar and cinnamon. So unexpectedly sweet and soft against the absolute possession that was Cas hauling her close, sinking her teeth into her lip, tracing her tongue across the seam of her mouth. Gabriela opened to her, and Cas growled into the kiss, flicking her tongue across Gabriela’s and pinning her against the doorframe.

Her knees buckled. It hardly mattered. Cassie’s hand at her back was steady, her body warm and solid with muscle. Cas wasn’t letting her go anywhere. Cas held her steady, even as she fell.

 When the two of them finally broke apart, and Gabriela stood there, breathless, heat flaming in her cheeks, Cas simply leaned to the side to take a bite from the apple fritter in Gabriela’s hand.

‘Yeah.’ Cas licked the sugar from her lips, chewing her stolen bite of apple fritter with an unrepentant grin. ‘Girlfriend.’

[garadinervi]

Gabriela Albergaria, Têxteis #26, (repurposed “Color Catch” textiles with sashiko embroidery, cotton thread, on drawing paper), 2023, Unique. From: Gabriela Albergaria: 'Desperdícios', Galeria Vera Cortês, Lisboa, May 11 – June 24, 2023 [© Gabriela Albergaria]

[the-empress-7]

Daily Mirror’s front page is Andrew, Camilla’s Daily Mail tried to shame William little bit but other headlines are about Lady Gabriela Kingston’s husband.

Thank you. You can imagine the field day the papers would have had if William had shown up yesterday.

[jessicawarrickart]

I added my new piece, Gabriela the Mer Maid to my mermaid print collection!

[kim-ruzek]

Review of 11x3

Yes, I am finally doing a review, and it's for the third episode of the season rip to the first two I guess? Also it has taken me all week to write this out despite having notes on it and having it half done ages ago.

First, I'll talk about the Burzek of all it because I'm nothing if not on brand:

I adore their house so much, it's so them.

Their routine 'dance' is so cute. "Stop we're in this together" oh my heart they've grown so much I love it

Burzek texting is so, so cute.

When Adam and Kim was standing so close and cute I nearly died, they're actual cutie pies.

I so so enjoyed and loved Adam looking after Kim. It's such married behaviour. Him trying to encourage her to take a break. And when Adam touched Kim's back oh my heart!

Adam having buddies everywhere helping, I love it so much.

Starting the episode in the kitchen and ending it in it is so good.

When she left through that way she went from mom and family and wife kim to cop kim, and coming back through, after having a rough couple of days, she's once again allowing herself to stop being cop kim and just be in her comfortable family home.

Notable moment being the lunchbox and then her smile at her sleeping family. Adam's smile, Kim telling him to sleep, Adam wanting to hear everything. Adam picking up Mack. All of that.

Now for my general comments on the whole thing:

I love Kim being a spanish speaker. I love hearing her speak it, her voice sounds so so good.

I also liked that Kim did not like the desk sargent's attitude.

I enjoyed the foreshadowing on the green card.

Alvarado going to the toilet right before the shooting happens - something very convenient that I didn't realise at the time.

I loved that Kim immediately clocked the car, then the gun.

I also loved how empathetic Kim was this whole episode.

I do wonder if they're grooming Kim to be the 'main detective' esque character after Hailey leaves.

Kim running point, I love it. She's such a good detective, she deserves to actually be one. She leads the team truly like a true leader. Even clocking when Alvarado is looking up on the computer. And then again talking him down.

Alvarado's frustration - even more clear with that he so wanted him to be the fall guy. He really tried to cover his tracks. If it wasn't for Kim's instincts honestly he would've gotten away with it.

The search for Gabriela is so anxiety inducing, especially when Alvarado shows up.

Talking of which, I love how names are used in this. He is 'Danny' when they see him as one of them, Alvarado when they know he was the perpetrator and I really liked that.

I loved Kim's reaction to the tourniquet being applied wrong, Kim's face at that. The way she said "it wasn't a bystander".

Kim is such a badass. She really has got such confidence, especially in the face of injustice. "You seem to think that would bother me". I loved that line.

I also really love learning about Kim's past.

RE: Kim getting the fake papers, I love how determined to a point of craziness Kim gets, especially on cases she runs/hits close to home.

Sort of off topic but Kim is so pretty <3

Also I loved my protective Kev, the burgwater friendship is so dear to me.

I have to give a special mention to Voight because of this scene: "You been home? You been asleep?" I don't like voight too much, but this season he has really been shining through honestly. That alongside the team knows they can trust Voight, as their Sarge, to bring up their concerns. Also how he checked with her about Alvardo in the first place, he trusts his unit's judgement.

The confrontation scene is one of my favourites. Kim clocking the gun. How she stands. How she lets him talk all while knowing that she's going to arrest him.

And when he tries to turn the table onto her. But when she talks about the diner footage, I love it. Her expression, calm and collected. The way he truly thought she'd let him take the easy way out. "If you make me work for it".

Overall, I really loved this episode. I found it really cohesive and Kim properly shined in it. I still have an issue with the character centricness of these episodes, especially as it's gotten worse again from last season, but Kim definitely did shine.

I do have two issues: although I liked the episode, and the story itself is pretty powerful, it is definitely a Choice to have the latino man be the bad guy. It's a story that needs to be told, but I don't know if this is the place for it when this will be the only immigrant storyline told? Like if they did more on the topic, okay, fine, but yeah, as just the only thing? Not great.

Also the second issue being I would've really loved to see Torres in this episode, and see him and Kim work together or talk about this. And it's just reminded me I really want to see Kim and Torres working together in general, and we should've gotten him in this episode.

Notable Quotes:

"rising tides"

"It's vintage like you"

"THIRD TIME'S A CHARM" - both times

"Got an eye for it"

"i know one [a cop family]"

"nothing" just because i love how Kim says this.

"Kim, you're kinda a walking miracle"

"Adam I used my own money, OUR own money"

"Some cases you'll do whatever you can"

"We bled for it, Kim".

"That feel good?" "Perfect"

[hwspirilovebot]

any hcs on piri's name?

Gabriel Maliksi "Boy Kidlat" Magbanua y Bautista

I knowww. It's too on the nose to name him after women revolutionaries: Gabriela Silang and Teresa Magbanua, or to give him Bautista as a (former) surname, because he was baptized.

Now, Maliksi means speedy or agile. It's more common as a surname than a first name, I believe. Since I headcanon Piri to be born in the 1200s or 1300s, the other ethnolinguistic groups within the PH archipelago we know today just aren't sure what group he's supposed to represent (until 1521) and soon took him under their care, as a "messenger" of some sorts. One guardian would task him to deliver a message to another guardian about a war or conflict, and he delivers fast! Maliksi then became his name.

Antonio baptized him as Gabriel Bautista, and Gabriel is also the archangel who delivers messages. He takes Magbanua and adds Maliksi in his official papers upon his independence. He also had a comic and superhero phase with Alfred, and so he gave himself the nickname "Boy Kidlat" (or Lightning Boy). The older PH ethnolinguistic groups still call him Maliksi, and everyone else who can't pronounce his name goes with Gabriel or "Gabbie".

He's technically Gabriel Maliksi B. Magbanua now, but sometimes, he claims that the B stands for Boy Kidlat instead of Bautista.

Now, fem! Philippines would obviously be Gabriela Luningning "Neneng" Magbanua y Bautista, and Piri would tease her because of that song Neneng B (that's not very feminist of you, Piri)

((I would very much love to hear other Filipinos' thoughts on this!))

[djungelskogbear]

List of all the coaches names in JD24

(List will be updated as more maps are released. Excluding main story maps since we already know who those guys are)

After Party:

P1- Mellow

A Queda:

P1- Iluquim

Butter:

P1- Gray P2- Haze P3- Joyce P4- Tbam

Calm down:

P1- Blessing P2- Kingsley

Chaise Longue:

P1- Willow P2- maisie

Can't tame her:

P1- Clementine

Cradles:

P1- Scotty

Cure for me / Paper version:

P1- Mothigan / P1- The magician

Despecha:

P1- Chalina

Don't cha:

P1- Ruby P2- Topaz P3- Onyx

Flowers:

P1- Dahlia

Gimme more:

P1- Agent D

How you like that:

P1- Heares P2- Kassy P3- Ignita P4- Aatis

I am my own muse:

P1- Rasputin

I'm not here to make friends:

P1- Cameron P2- Sailor P3- valentine

I wanna dance with somebody:

P1- April

I'm good (blue):

P1- Hoku P2- Bo'blu

Kill bill:

P1- Chitsuki

Makeba:

P1- Yrimm P2- Qweno P3- Ojy

My name is:

P1- Pool man P2- Hair man P3- Phone girl P4- Amanita

Rapper's delight:

P1- Caz

Sail:

P1- Captain Crimson

Say my name:

P1- kwang P2- Seung P3- Chul

Seven:

P1- Haze

Shine a little love:

P1- Brock

Survior:

P1- Tesha P2- Jael'yn P3- G'tal

Titi me pregunto:

P1- Ricardo P2- Miguel P3- Tonia

Vampire:

P1- Grace P2- Ari

Wasabi:

P1- Ayla

Wasabi Extreme:

P1- layl P2- Gabriela

Whitney:

P1- Sandy

Woof:

P1- Masi'el P2- Kaa'rik

[ooglybooglycomfortstories]

Distant Sparks (Miguel O'Hara x Reader) Part 4

Okay guys, like I said, the length of this one is to make up for how short my last part was so I hope you enjoy this. Although I wrote this in class (In like 30 minutes) and this part almost made me cry I'm not gonna lie (I was listening to this playlist while writing so that definitely didn't help-) ANYWAYS, I hope you enjoy this part! Feel free to throw some feedback at me!

TW: Mention of death, guilt, pretty angsty in general

WC: 1,039 (WHEW)

pt1 pt2 pt3 ->pt4<-

You cheerily marched through the halls with that huge and stupid smile that made Miguel’s skin crawl. It almost made him angry but he couldn’t figure out why. As you fixed your posture into something of a more calming nature, you sauntered into Miguel’s office. You were used to molding your joy around other people’s emotions, this was no different. You knew Miguel was an uptight person and that you had to tone down your excitement in order to make sure you didn’t make him uncomfortable.

As Miguel heard you walk in he turned around on his platform to face the door. It was like he knew it was you from the sound of your footsteps. His immediate attention toward you came as a complete shock. He had done so well to conceal any sort of favor toward you up until now. You stopped in your tracks and looked at him with your mouth almost agape.

“What is it? I heard you walk in and I’m busy so speak quickly”

Miguel tries his best to rationilize to you exactly why he had turned to face you so quickly. It was a complete and utter lie. He wasn’t that busy today. It was one of those rare days where the universe was actually for the most part quiet.

You quickly caught on to the fact that he had lied to you but chose to remain quiet and not press the issue. He seemed irritated so it could be that he has heightened senses from his irritation.

“I just came in to drop off some reports to you since Jess was busy helping Peter B with Mayday. You seem irritated, what’s up?” Normally you wouldn’t ask him this kind of question but something in his eyes urged you to help. Something buried deep beneath his soul seemed to be crying out for help to you. Who were you to deny him help?

“That’s none of your business. Leave the reports down there on the table and I’ll grab them when I’m not busy.” Miguel grumbles and finally pulls his gaze away from you, turning back to the glowing yellow and orange screens in front of him on the platform. He wishes you would just leave him be. He wishes he had never accepted you into spider society. He wishes he had never met you. But why? You had never wronged him? The truth was that Miguel saw such raw kindness in you and it irked him. Every time he saw your smile it tugged on his chest and it made him angry. He was so far away from the concept of ever letting anyone else into his heart after losing Gabriela and his wife.

You noticed how he lost a bit of tension in his shoulder as he looked away from you. Did you make him… uncomfortable? The thought made your heart sink. You had never made anyone so uncomfortable before that they were angry to see you. You couldn’t have that happen so you webbed up to his platform and set the papers down, making sure he knew it was you behind him. You had to see if it was true, if his body tensed near you. You looked at his back and watched as his shoulders tensed and again, your heart sunk. You had confirmed it and yet, you still spoke.

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” Miguel is caught off guard by your words. He hadn’t thought that you would ever notice and the fact that you had noticed put a gut-wrenching feeling in his stomach. His own heart began to sink as he looked back at you. That smile that he convinced himself that he hated had been replaced with a look of concern and… sadness. He hated that more. He hated this look on you even more than he hated your smile. The way he felt about your smile paled in comparison to this. Miguel quickly searched for any answer to give you that wouldn’t make him seem like a jerk. He was a jerk. How could he put that look on your face? “I… don’t know.” That was all he could think of. So, you press further.

“If I make you uncomfortable you can tell me…” Miguel pauses for a long moment of silence before quickly meeting your eyes with his.

“I’m in pain…” He finally whispers to your shock, and apparently, to his own shock as well. You don’t think as you feel your arms move up and slither around him in a tight hug, your cheek pressing into his warm chest. Miguel doesn’t know what to do. He hasn’t had a hug since Gabriela died… However, almost instinctually, Miguel wraps his arms around you in return. His eyes are filled with tears and he doesn’t even notice until one rolls down his cheek. Was this all he needed? A hug? He planned to open his mouth and speak again but is quickly stopped when he hears you begin to speak, not knowing that he had planned to say something.

“Me too…” You take a deep inhale as you keep yourself rooted in his arms, in the tight hug that connected the two of you.

“I know you miss Gabriela and I know how you feel… you feel like it’s your fault…” At first you feel like you sound corny, like your acting for a movie so you quickly attempt to salvage this.

“I miss my sister. I think… it was my fault for getting her killed…” Miguel listens to you before quickly stopping you from continuing to speak.

“Stop.” You close your mouth and quickly look up at him, concerned as he continues.

“You don’t have to tell me… I already know. I saw your file…” Miguel admits to his intrusion but you don’t care.

“I don’t care, I’m worried about you… Here, I have an idea. I’m going to go get us some empanadas and drinks from the cafeteria and we can just talk, okay?”

Miguel can’t find it in himself to deny you as he nods and watches you head toward the exit of his office, leaving him on the platform missing the warmth of that hug that you had shared.

[beardedmrbean]

Gabriela Bankova, a transgender woman who initiated a hunger strike on November 13 to challenge the court's denial of her gender change request, was apprehended by Bulgarian police due to the absence of valid identification papers.

Lawyer Denitsa Ljubenova, representing the youth LGBTQ group "Deistvie," informed "Dnevnik" media about Bankova's detention. Bankova's hunger strike aimed to protest Bulgaria's treatment of transgender individuals and to call for substantial judicial reforms.

In February 2023, the Supreme Court of Cassation issued an interpretive decision restricting the legal gender change for trans people. Bankova isn't optimistic about the outcome of the appeal given this precedent.

Bankova is striving for her legal documents to reflect her chosen female name and gender identity. The Sofia District Court initially denied her request, leading to an ongoing case in the higher court.

The Bulgarian Helsinki Committee (BHC) condemned Bankova's detention as an infringement on basic human rights like peaceful assembly and expression. They urge Bulgaria to align with international standards by establishing an accessible process for legal gender change.

The BHC demands dialogue with the transgender community and organizations advocating for their rights. Urgent legislative changes aligning with global standards are necessary, they emphasize.

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

💜 Books for Women's Day 2024 💜

🦇 Welcome to March, my beloved bookish bats. It's Women's History Month AND Women's Day! To celebrate, here are a few books that highlight powerful, courageous women -- both throughout history and across our favorite fictional realms. These women have contributed to our history, shaping contemporary society with bold, outspoken, badass moves. Let's celebrate and champion these voices by adding more female-focused stories to our TBRs!

❓QOTD Who is your favorite female fictional character AND real-life heroine?

❤️ Fiction ❤️ 💜 The Power - Naomi Alderman 💜 The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood 💜 The Vibrant Years - Sonali Dev 💜 Red Clocks - Leni Zumas 💜 Conjure Women - Afia Atakora 💜 City of Girls - Elizabeth Gilbert 💜 A Woman is No Man - Etaf Rum 💜 Of Women and Salt - Gabriela Garcia 💜 Circe - Madeline Miller 💜 Song of a Captive Bird - Jasmin Darznik 💜 The Women - Kristin Hannah 💜 The Love Songs of W.E.B. Dubois - Honorée Fanonne Jeffers 💜 The Bluest Eye - Toni Morrison 💜 Women Talking - Miriam Toews 💜 Hidden Figures - Margot Lee Shetterly 💜 The Vanishing Half by Brit Bennett

💜 Young/New Adult 💜 ❤️ Loveboat Reunion - Abigail Hing Wen ❤️ Realm Breaker - Victoria Aveyard ❤️ Only a Monster - Vanessa Len ❤️ This Woven Kingdom - Tahereh Mafi ❤️ Serpent & Dove - Shelby Mahurin ❤️ I’ll Be The One - Lyla Lee ❤️ Squad - Maggie Tokuda-Hall and illustrated by Lisa Sterle ❤️ These Violent Delights - Chloe Gong ❤️ The Box in the Woods - Maureen Johnson ❤️ The Wrath & the Dawn - Renee Ahdieh ❤️ You Should See Me in a Crown - Leah Johnson ❤️ A Sky Beyond the Storm - Sabaa Tahir ❤️ Nimona - N.D. Stevenson ❤️ Legendborn - Tracy Deonn ❤️ Blood Scion - Deborah Falaye ❤️ Not Here to Be Liked - Michelle Quach

❤️ Queer ❤️ 💜 Imogen, Obviously - Becky Albertalli 💜 The Fiancée Farce - Alexandria Bellefleur 💜 One Last Stop - Casey McQuiston 💜 The Henna Wars - Adiba Jaigirdar 💜 Girls of Paper and Fire - Natasha Ngan 💜 Delilah Green Doesn't Care - Ashley Herring Blake 💜 A Guide to the Dark - Meriam Metoui 💜 She Who Became the Sun - Shelley Parker-Chan 💜 Written in the Stars- Alexandria Bellefleur 💜 Gideon the Ninth - Tamsyn Muir 💜 Gearbreakers - Zoe Hana Mikuta 💜 You Exist Too Much - Zaina Arafat 💜 Mooncakes by Suzanne Walker 💜 The Priory of the Orange Tree - Samantha Shannon 💜 She Gets the Girl - Rachael Lippincott and Alyson Derrick 💜 The Jasmine Throne - Tasha Suri

💜 Non-Fiction 💜 ❤️ The Secret History of Wonder Woman - Jill Lepore ❤️ Girlhood - Melissa Febos ❤️ Our Bodies, Their Battlefields - Christina Lamb ❤️ The Radium Girls - Kate Moore ❤️ Twice As Hard - Jasmine Brown ❤️ Women of Myth - Jenny Williamson and Genn McMenemy ❤️ Nobody Ever Asked Me About the Girls - Lisa Robinson ❤️ Text Me When You Get Home: The Evolution and Triumph of Modern Female Friendship - Kayleen Schaefer ❤️ The Book of Gutsy Women - Hillary Rodham Clinton and Chelsea Clinton ❤️ The Underground Girls of Kabul - Jenny Nordberg ❤️ Feminism Is for Everybody - Bell Hooks ❤️ Invisible Women - Caroline Criado Perez ❤️ The Women of NOW - Katherine Turk ❤️ Eve - Cat Bohannon ❤️ We Should All Be Feminists - Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie ❤️ Bad Feminist - Roxane Gay

❤️ Memoirs ❤️ 💜 Mom & Me & Mom - Maya Angelou 💜 Crazy Brave - Joy Harjo 💜 Reading Lolita in Theran - Azar Nafisi 💜 I'm Glad My Mom Died - Jennette McCurdy 💜 Crying in H Mart - Michelle Zauner 💜 The Soul of a Woman - Isabel Allende 💜 See No Stranger - Valarie Kaur 💜 They Call Me a Lioness - Ahed Tamimi and Dena Takruri 💜 Becoming - Michelle Obama 💜 Bossypants - Tina Fey 💜 My Own Words - Ruth Bader Ginsburg 💜 I Am Malala Malala Yousafzai 💜 Finding Me - Viola Davis 💜 Return - Ghada Karmi 💜 Good for a Girl - Lauren Fleshman 💜 The Woman in Me - Britney Spears

[maeveledesma]

Introducing MAEVE LEDESMA. Word on the street is they are a FREELANCE INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALIST/PODCASTER, having been around for HER ENTIRE LIFE. Though they are OBSESSIVE and IMPULSIVE, they can also be CREATIVE and PERCEPTIVE. In the chaos of New York City, they’re sure to fit right in. 

bios & wc under the cut.

— BASICS

Name: Maeve Gabriela Ledesma Age / DOB: 27 / 17th April 1995 Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Female, She/Her, Bisexual Hometown: New York Affiliation: None Job Position: Freelance Investigative Journalist / Podcaster Education: High School, College Relationship Status: single Children: none Positive Traits: Creative, Preceptive, Empathetic, Loyal, Thoughtful Negative Traits: Obsessive, Impulsive, Reckless, Perfectionist, Confrontational

— BIOGRAPHY

Growing up in New York City, there was always a story to be found if you dug deep enough. That's what Maeve liked to do, it's what she had always liked to do - dig deep and get answers. She didn't care if she had to get confrontational to get it, but Maeve could always work the other side of things; Sweet and innocent, act dumb and people would talk and if it didn't work then that's when she would confront them. She went to college for journalism, finishing a degree specialising in investigative journalism. Maeve had a job at a newspaper, but it wasn't enough. They didn't want her working on the hard hitting things, not really. There was always something she wasn't allowed to touch on, an angle she couldn't take. She wasn't allowed to look into the gang, for fear of the paper being targeted. She wasn't allowed to really speak much about the rate of crime in New York, because you couldn't do that without speaking to the gang involvement and even then they didn't want the city of New York to look bad, to scare off the population. So she quit. Maeve has a website where she writes and posts her own articles, most call it a blog but everything is backed up by sources, none of it is hearsay. She goes out and investigates, gets her evidence and answers and posts it on her blog. For anything that she thinks will benefit, she'll do a podcast episode on the situation and post it to the same website. It's what she lives for, she loves it, but even she can't deny that it gets her into some messy situations.

— WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOT

INFORMANTS: Police officers, criminals, maybe even gang members that aren't as invested in the gang as they once thought they were. They give her information, hopefully the evidence to back it up, and she investigates.

GUESTS: Relevant people, or people with information (that can remain anonymous or not) that are a guest on her podcast to discuss an article she posted or something that she has not yet written on.

TBA!!