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sp00kymulderr · 3 months

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Cherry

Chapter one - Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl

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Pairing: Dieter Bravo x ofc, bi!f!reader x ofc (eventual dieter bravo x reader x ofc)

Warnings: Nothing major for this part. Breakup angst, alcohol, jealousy, pining, cursing, not enough Dieter in this part sorrrry.

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: After a bad breakup, a phone call with your newly married best friend leaves you with an interesting opportunity.

A/N: This one goes out to all my bi babes. There's a lot of set up here, but stick with me and I promise this story gets interesting real quick.

The third glass of the bottom shelf wine you’d picked up a few hours ago goes down a lot smoother than the first two. A bloom of flavour in your throat that warms what otherwise feels numb.

Your fingers twitch as you glance down at your phone, aching to look at Charlie’s Instagram one more time - just to make sure she’s okay, you rationalise. Make sure she’s not fallen into a well, or been abducted by aliens or something.

You kind of hope she has been.

Stevie Nicks sings Landslide through the tinny Bluetooth speaker on your coffee table, and you hum to the song that makes tears well in your eyes. Charlie hates this song, but since Charlie is now your ex and all her belongings had vanished from your home this morning it doesn’t really matter. She’d hate the wine too. You have to remember it doesn’t matter.

An errant tear slips from your eye - definitely because of Stevie and not Charlie - and as if on cue your phone buzzes loudly making you jump. A splash of wine lands on your couch. This week really isn’t working out for you.

A look at the phone screen makes you roll your eyes. The photo that comes up with the call is of you and Eva, your best friend for longer than you can even recall. You’re both wrapped in each other's arms and smiling wide, stupid toothy grins as you pose outside the modelling agency in LA that had signed her on for her first big break.

Eva was destined to be a model, really. She’d always been ‘pretty’; all curves, warm beige skin that practically glowed, entrancing chestnut eyes and long dark hair that fell in natural waves. But in high school she’d transformed from pretty to gorgeous seemingly overnight.

From that moment on no one ever forgot Eva.

She was more to you, though. To you she’d always been beautiful. Always. For a long time you’d passed the twist in your stomach when you looked at her for too long off as jealousy, but how could you ignore the stutter of your heart when she smiled at you a certain way? The more you two grew together, the more perfect she seemed to become. The more you wanted to look at her, spend time with her, be in her radiant presence.

Not that her looks mattered. Eva was kind, fun and a little goofy. She liked stupid slapstick comedies and she crocheted silly little animals in her spare time. You had a frog on your dresser she’d made for you years ago. She cared deeply about so much, and she always fought for what she believed in and what she wanted. It wasn’t a surprise to anyone when she’d jetted off to LA several years ago to live her dreams out, then.

Of course no one is truly perfect, which is why you’re currently staring at your phone as it rings again and again, debating whether to pick up. Eva had always been drastically spontaneous and had a history of bad decisions. Usually harmless to anyone but her (the name of a one night stand permanently etched on her hip comes to mind), but two weeks ago she’d made what you could only see as the worst decision of her life.

You sigh, place down your wine glass and finally answer the phone.

“Hi Eva” you grumble down the line, turning the music off so you can hear her.

“You didn’t call me back last week” She offers instead of a greeting. You can hear something in the background that makes your eye twitch, a man’s voice and the clink of a glass.

You'd found out about this particularly bad decision not from your best friend, but from the noisy article on some dumb celebrity gossip website that had somehow made its way onto your timeline.

And you'd scoffed when you looked at the caption because of course Dieter Bravo had gotten married on a whim in some corny Vegas chapel, but then you had to do a double take upon seeing the picture of his bride; dolled up in a simple white dress that made her skin glow, platform white heels, dark hair in a bun atop her head and the same bright smile that had made your heart flip so many times in your life.

It was Eva.

Your Eva.

Eva the model who was leaving the chapel leading on to the Vegas strip with a wedding ring on her finger and Dieter fucking Bravo by her side. And they were smiling, laughing. Paparazzi shots of the two of them kissing in the street after the ceremony flitted behind your lids every time you closed your eyes for the last two weeks.

You could only assume it was a drunken whim that had turned your best friend from your Eva to Mrs Dieter Bravo.

So you were mad at her right now. Mad that she’d married some trainwreck celebrity she barely knew. But the real gut wrenching pain you felt was that she hadn't even told you; you'd had to find out after the fact through stupid papped photographs that made you want to claw your eyes out. You weren’t jealous, absolutely not.. You just wanted Eva to be happy. How could she be happy with a guy like that? You had heard plenty about Dieter Bravo; he seemed to have often been the subject of some ridiculous Hollywood gossip in the past, and then there had been that god awful Cliff Beasts documentary you'd watched for a laugh that certainly didn’t paint him in a great light. Sure he was an Oscar and Emmy winning actor now but jeez, from what you’d seen he wasn't exactly what you'd call marriage material.

Yeah, you were hurt.

"What? Say what you want to say” Eva sighs when you remain solidy quiet for a long minute.

"I don't have anything to say"

Her breath huffs down the line and you can practically hear her roll her eyes.

"You got married, Eva” You finally speak again, voice coming out quiet and more bitter than you’d wanted it to.

“I did, cherry” She responds.

The nickname she’d given you in grade school was never going away.

“You got married! To fucking…to Dieter Bravo!” It makes you laugh a little to say it out loud, and Eva can’t hold back her own small giggle at that.

“Yep”

You can tell she’s smiling, there’s that cadence in her voice that lifts when she’s really happy. Usually it’s your favourite thing in the world but right now it makes you fucking ache. Reaching for your glass of wine you take a big gulp before speaking again.

“I just…you didn’t even tell me. I’d like to know if my oldest friend is getting hitched, you know?"

“I do know, I do…I-” She stops and there’s a rustle of noise on the line as she shifts, “I wasn’t trying to hide it from you, it just happened so suddenly…we didn’t exactly plan it. He made a joke about it and the next thing I knew we were on a flight to Vegas”

So it really was a spontaneous decision. You couldn’t even pretend to be surprised.

"I could've....Eva, I wanted to be your maid of honour if you ever got married, isn't that what we always said?"

"You can be my maid of honour for the next one" Eva offers.

Ok, she got you there, you can’t stop the laugh that comes. At least until you hear a man's gruff laugh in the background. For a moment it makes you see red at the thought that he's involving himself in your conversation even in the smallest way.

"Ev. This isn't a joke. You get why I'm mad right? And to Dieter Bravo of all people - look, is this a PR stunt?" You mutter a little meanly, taking another sip.

“Wow, screw you” She retorts, but it’s playful. “He’s nice...really nice. He’s fun. You told me to have all the fun I could have in LA, remember?”

“You weren't supposed to marry the fun, Eva!” You protest, but her happiness in the face of the ridiculous situation makes it so difficult to stay mad at her.

"Wait til you meet him, cherry pie. Just wait, you’ll get it. And…I am sorry, okay?” The line is quiet for a moment and you hear her moving presumably to a different room “I really am. But I didn't call to tell you about my married bliss. I heard about Charlie"

God, your stomach twists in knots at the mention. Being mad at Eva had been a good distraction from the breakup even if only for a moment.

"Oh, right”

“You wanna talk about it?” Her voice is gentle now, sympathetic. You wish she could hug you like she used to when you were sad.

“I’m fine” You lie, “I mean I thought she'd be my... doesn't matter. I’m okay" Massive lie.

Eva says some comforting words that you barely register.

You feel like you’re constantly standing at the edge of what your world could be. Maybe it’s why the marriage riled you up so much. You can’t pretend she doesn’t sound happy. And here you are broken up with again, alone again. Before she’d left to live her dreams, you’d had visions that maybe it’d be Eva you’d end up with. Maybe if you could just let yourself be fully real for once…Maybe she’d realise, and you could have been something bright and glowing and joyful too.

A whole lot of maybes that meant nothing in the end.

It’s just you now.

You zone back in to the call at the words ‘Bora Bora’ and ‘Don’t worry about the cost, cherry’

“Wait, what?” You stutter, trying to understand if you’re hearing her correctly

“Take a few weeks off, come with us. The hotel is paid for, we have one of those fancy bungalows. We’ll sort the flights. You need this and I miss you”

"I..." you hesitate nervously, biting your lip “I miss you too. But…”

Eva tsks at you, familiar with that tone even down a phone line.

"What are you going to do instead? Sit on your couch for three weeks and scroll her instagram for hours on end? I'm not letting you do that. Come on, cherry pie, we'll have so much fun. It'll be like old times" Eva gives as much enthusiasm as she can, but that hint of concern has notched in her throat. She knows you too well and she’s right.

"Like old times?" you huff "Except it'll be me, you, and your husband"

"You'll like him, I promise"

The call ends with your promise to think about it.

And think about it you do. All night, all of the next day. It’s a stupid fucking offer for them to make. It’ll be so awkward. What if he’s a nightmare? What if she’s not the same with you now she’s got a ring on her finger? You should say no.

You should really say no.

Two weeks later, after a day of sitting too long with not enough leg room, the little Air Tahiti plane lands in Bora Bora.

Your legs shake as you step off the plane. It’s possible you’re still in shock that you even agreed to this. Your stomach knots with nerves, as your bags are unloaded and you head over to the arrival area to find-

There she is. Your breath hitches in your throat. Your heart beats faster. God, you really had missed her. It’s been months, and she’s still so her it makes everything suddenly feel okay.

“Cherry!” Eva squeals gleefully, dark glossy hair bouncing as she runs up to crush you into an insistent hug. You laugh, you can’t stop laughing as you hold on to her.

Your Eva.

“Oh my god, I missed you” You feel like you might cry as she utters similar sentiments into your ear.

When she finally lets go and steps back you finally notice the man behind her. Not that Dieter Bravo would ever be easy to ignore.

He's what you'd expected; The mess of brown hair sticking this way and that, the too casual clothes, scruffy facial hair. But he’s also…well he’s gorgeous, not Hollywood good-looking like the waxwork movie stars in all those big action films. You’ve seen his face before on screens and in pictures and yet you’ve never fully understood that this man is pretty, he’s different. He’s enthralling, even just at first glance.

Dieter tilts his head so you can catch his big brown eyes beneath the sunglasses he’s wearing and you have to stop yourself staring too hard. He’s what you expect, but he takes you by surprise too. He raises his left hand to scratch at his chin, a glint of the rings on his fingers catching your eye as you observe him before stepping forward with a friendly smile which he returns with a wry one of his own.

“You must be-” You start before he cuts you off.

“The fun, yeah” Dieter pushes his sunglasses down his nose and gives you a wink, followed by a grin before he turns towards Eva.

Your stomach flips, a twinge of jealousy as he takes hold of her hand and they share a glance at each other. You’re still processing the interaction with him but it’s impossible to ignore the way Dieter's face lights up when he looks to her - a brilliantly bright but bashful smile like he can't believe she's there, his eyes snapping up to meet hers like it's the first time seeing her.

Like he's desperately in love with her.

At least the two of you have something in common.

Tagging those who asked and those I think might be interested (pls tell me to remove if you want!):

@morallyinept @tightjeansjavi @covetyou @i-own-loki @bastardmandennis @tinytinymenace @chronically-ghosted @party-hearses @perotovar @schnarfer @5oh5

#dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x ofc #dieter bravo x you #pedro pascal character fiction #pedrostories #poly relationship #this is so dialogue heavy I apologise but there was a lot to set up I hope it's not too boring!

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st0nesnglitter · 1 year

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Manwhore Monday <3

Let’s cheer up the worst day of the week.. with men!

🍰 - baby blurbs

send in an idea and character(s) for a little blurb <3

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send in a scenario and character and I’ll write a dialogue <3

🩰 - thotty thoughts

send in a person/character and I’ll share a thought or idea about them.

OR to share your own thoughts about someone <3

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send in a character and I’ll share a song that remind me of them/ a song I think they’d listen to

The men in question:

Joel Miller

Agent Whiskey

Lip Gallagher

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

James Potter

Benedict Bridgerton

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Peeta Mellark

Finnick Odair

Coryo Snow

^In any AU :)

Fluff and NSFW!

Other people/characters are welcome, but I might not be as good or know as much. Send in all your heart desires and we’ll work through it together <3

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jobean12-blog · 3 months

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Nestled

Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader (A/B/O AU)

Word Count: 1,245

Summary: Joel's been away taking care of things and when he returns it's impossible to hide how much you've missed him.

Author's Note: This is my first ever A/B/O fic and it's for my lovely friend Suz's @targaryenvampireslayer Blind Date Writing Challenge! The trope I got was A/B/O and my dialogue prompt is bolded in the story! I want to give special thanks to my sweet friend Eva @biteofcherry for looking this over for me and helping me navigate this universe. She has the most amazing A/B/O AU with Ari that you can read HERE! Thank you all so much for reading and much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the awesome @firefly-in-darkness thank you Daisy🥰

Warnings: lots of soft sweet fluffiness, alpha!Joel has a dominant edge but he's soft and sexy for his omgea, finger-ing, ora-l (f rec)

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The softness of his shirt feels perfect against your sensitive skin and as you cuddle the fabric you fall deeper into the cocoon of his scent, surrounded by the warmth of your blankets and pillows.

The dainty string of fairy lights glows softly against the backdrop of darkness that filters in through the large windows but even with their light the stars in the sky shine more brightly, twinkling like diamonds.

You sigh and fight the heavy feel of your eyelids as they press closed. He should be home soon and you want to be awake. Want to see him. Want to feel him. You need him.

With the last lingering thoughts of his touch your breathing starts to even out but just before you succumb to sleep your body starts to thrum with awareness and you know he’s back.

You sit up and stretch just as he appears in the doorway, filling the space with his broad shoulders.

“Joel,” you whisper.

He walks toward you with even and purposeful steps, stopping just outside your nesting space. He smiles with admiration and love at what you’ve created and when his eyes meet yours you see it there and it fills your heart up.

“Darlin’,” he coos before he bends down and climbs in next to you, taking note of his shirt draped over your otherwise bare skin with a pleased hum.

You curl into his embrace and purr as he nuzzles your neck and inhales your scent. He rubs his nose along your jaw, following with butterfly kisses until he finds your lips and seals them with his.

When he pulls away your eyes are still closed and your lips are curved into a satisfied smile.

“Look at me darlin’.”

Your eyelids slowly flutter open and meet his gaze.

“Have you been takin’ care of yourself while I was gone?”

You nod. “Mm hm. Just like you told me.”

He gives you an approving smile and cradles your cheek in one large hand, brushing his thumb gently across your skin.

“That’s my good girl.”

You preen under his praise, your skin heating and tingles running down your spine.

He cradles you against his chest as his hands slide over your curves and his fingers slip under the hem of his shirt.

You burrow to him, kissing his neck and loving the feel of the scruffy hair lining his skin and humming as his scent envelopes you in a feeling of safety and love. With your head resting against his shoulder you look up into the night sky and follow the path of a shooting star.

“They’re so beautiful,” you whisper.

“Hm?” he murmurs and you turn your face to his. He’s staring. At you.

“The stars…they’re beautiful.”

His eyes never move from your face.

“Not as beautiful as you,” he says quietly.

“I missed you Joel.”

His fingertips graze the soft skin of your stomach before sliding lower and teasing your thigh.

Your arousal spikes the air and he growls low and deep.

“I know,” he groans as your sweet scent wafts up to his nose.

He pushes you down until you’re spread out beneath him and with gentle hands he lifts his shirt up and off your body.

“I can’t wait to devour you my sweet omega. It’s all I could think about.”

His dark eyes fall to your knees and he wedges his hand between them to spread you open. The heat of his skin matches yours as he skims his calloused fingers down the curve of your leg and his warm breath caresses your cheek.

“Mm…,” he hums. “Smell so good darlin.’ Sweet as sugar.”

Those long fingers move lower and brush through the slickness between your thighs. You shiver and squirm even at the lightest touch, clutching his thick wrist and urging him closer. When his lips ghost along the shell of your ear you whimper his name and arch your back, letting your legs fall open wider.

“You seem more sensitive than usual,” he murmurs, relishing the way you come alive beneath him.

“Missed you so much alpha. Need you. Please.”

His scent fills the space, strong and musky like the woods after a rain and you feel it everywhere. You thread your fingers through his dark curls as he rubs your noses together.

Your hands fumble to find the buttons of his shirt as you slide them along his chest but when his eyes meet yours you stop and heed the silent warning they hold.

“I’m going to give you what you need darlin.’ Everythin’ you need.”

Soft lips press to your neck, following the delicate curve before sweeping across your shoulder and leaving goosebumps all along your kissed skin.

His touch between your legs is still soft and teasing, making you shake with want.

“Please,” you beg.

A satisfied hum rumbles through his chest as he slips a single thick finger inside you, pumping it slowly in and out. Every stroke brings you closer to the edge and when your lips part and you plead for more he adds a second finger, stretching you just right.

“You’re dripping for me darlin’,” he growls. “I need to taste you.”

He moves lower and splays his free hand on your lower belly, pinning you down. The first sweep of his tongue is all it takes to have you choking on the scream in your throat.

Every lick and suck is deliberately torturous, sweet and languid, drawing out your bliss.

You chant his name and his silky hair slips through your fingers, gasping as the sensations become too much and you shatter apart.

He waits for your breathing to calm with tender kisses and soft licks then his hands move higher, his lips following until he’s cradling you protectively in his arms and whispering sweet praises in your ear.

You tilt your head back, stretching your throat out for the delicate nip of his teeth. He holds you down beneath him, your fingernails dancing over his taut skin as his muscles flex with his barely controlled restraint.

His nose skims along your skin then his lips soothe the spot on your neck where he previously nibbled before he does it all over again.

“Please alpha,” you whine, feeling a new wave of slickness coat your thighs.

He sinks his teeth into your throat and you let out a cry of pleasure, clinging to his shoulders and wrapping your legs around his waist.

His tongue slides over the bite and he rolls his hips, still fully clothed, and the friction between your thighs makes you purr in pleasure.

“You’re wearing too many clothes Joel.”

Your soft reprimand has him kissing you breathless and when he releases you for air he sits up and starts to unbutton his shirt.

With a gentle touch you stop the action. “Let me. Please?” you ask sweetly.

He relents and shifts so you can work your hands along the closed buttons, slowly revealing more of his warm skin.

“I love you,” he says just as your fingertips brush the fabric from his shoulders. “My omega. Mine. All mine.”

Your lips press to the spot over this heart, its beat steady and strong under your kiss. He wraps his hand around your wrist and lifts your fingers to his lips, pressing a kiss to the tip of each before guiding you to the button of his jeans.

“I love you too,” you whisper. “And I’m yours. All yours.”

@blackwidownat2814 @lorilane33 @hiddles-rose @littleseasiren @lizette50 @kmc1989

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trans-corvo · 1 year

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What your favourite Dishonored character says about you

Corvo Attano: You understand - I mean REALLY understand - the meaning of the term “DILF”. Alternatively, you’re a lesbian who doesn’t get along with your father.

Emily Kaldwin: You have childhood trauma :/

Daud: You enjoy a good tragedy. Alternatively, you think gruff, miserable old men with facial scars are hot.

Billie Lurk: You’re a communist.

The Outsider: You had a pretty intense emo phase in middle school.

Jessamine Kaldwin: You write a lot of meta.

Samuel Beechworth: You cant pick the mean dialogue options in games because it makes you feel bad :(

Teague Martin: You read a lot of fanfic and probably have a priest kink.

Treavor Pendleton: You like your men trembling and pathetic.

Granny Rags: Gone Girl fan

Geoff Curnow: You fantasize about normalcy

Delilah Copperspoon: While you are aware that it can be harmful, you are nonetheless an enjoyer of the ‘evil bisexual’ trope.

Lizzy Stride: You are a lesbian.

Alexandria Hypatia: That ‘aren’t you tired of being nice? don’t you just want to go apeshit?’ post really resonated with you.

Kirin Jindosh: You have at one point used the phrase “my poor little meow-meow”.

Breanna Ashworth: You would, if given the chance, absolutely have given up everything to join a coven of evil witches.

Paolo: Pedro Pascal fan.

Aramis Stilton: You’re tired of gay men always being depicted as pretty twinks in their twenties.

#dishonored

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pedrostories · 10 months

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UPDATE! New deadline: 20 August (Sunday)

PedroStories 1000 followers celebration

PedroStories hit 1000 followers in May, around the same time the blog had its 2nd birthday, so we decided to celebrate it with the fandom’s writers and readers!

We prepared with a few general quotes, other quotes from Pedro and his characters and with some fanfiction tropes. You don’t have to stick to the character whose quote you choose – actually, we encourage you to mix and match any of them as creatively as you want! The celebration starts today and lasts until 20 August!

Please read the rules carefully, then you will find the list of prompts under the cut.

Rules

We welcome pairings with readers/characters of any gender, non-romantic pairings or even fics with no pairings. 💚 The rating can be anything from general to explicit.

Choose at least one quote from any of the quotes lists (you can use more prompts in one fic) and choose at least one trope. You can write as many fics as you want using these prompts!

It’s not necessary to let us know what prompts you’ve chosen! Just let your creativity flow - this challenge is completely open!

Please mention in your post that your work is for @pedrostories’ celebration and use the special tag #pedrostories1k, just so we can track and queue every single entry.

Please post your work until 20 August – we will track the special tag until that day, and in a few days we create a masterlist of all the fanfictions. You can keep using the list later and we will queue them as usual if you tag the blog, but we won’t track the special tag anymore and won’t update the event’s masterlist.

Please make sure you use tags and warnings properly – we take tagging stories seriously to help our followers find the story that caters to their needs and avoid those they don’t want to see on their feed - If there’s character/trope/dynamic/etc. you would like to avoid, you can easily blacklist tags on tumblr, you can find a tutorial about it here!

Please remember that even though this list has quotes from Pedro, we don’t reblog real person fics (aka fics about Pedro himself)– this blog is for fanfiction written for characters played by him.

Following the blog in order to participate in the game is not mandatory, but it’s very much welcomed! 🤗

Send us an ask if you have any questions – we will use the tag #pedrostories1k questions so you can check previously answered asks about the event.

Signal boosts about this event are appreciated!

Have fun! 🌻

List of prompts below the cut!

List of prompts

Quotes

General Dialogue Prompt List:

“The price of my affection is high.”

“You pushed me off the bed!” - “I’m sorry?”

“I got shot and I’m fine! Relax, would you?”

“If I (…) will you behave for me?” – „Only if you kiss me first.”

“I can’t believe I ever thought you were different.”

“You’re not going to believe this”

“Not again”

“Run!”

“Do you trust me?”

“Please, just listen to me!”

“You’ve lost.”

“I can’t believe you just said that.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“I hate that I can’t seem to live without you!”

“Oh, don’t be modest, just kiss me.”

“Has anyone ever told you that your eyes sparkle in sunlight?”

“You can’t go until I tell you”

“Do I really have a choice?”

“You’re the reason I wake up every morning.”

“I hate you.��

“You’ve got to be kidding me right now.”

“You wanna go save the world?”

“I don’t think that’s exactly what I had in mind.”

“‘Sorry’ just isn’t going to cut it anymore.”

“Come back in five more minutes”

Pedro Pascal Cinematic Universe Quotes:

Pedro Pascal quotes:

“I’m not short”

“But bad guys are more fun!”

“Smack me, I deserve it”

“That bad?”

“I really need to stop eating the sticker on the tomato”

“I’m sitting in the dark. I like it.”

"You naughty dog.”

“That me. Working on the buns.”

“But those were MY CRISPS!”

“I’m going straight for that bottom.”

“Somebody gimme a hug.”

“If you're freaky you're hot, if you're hot you're freaky.”

Dieter Bravo quotes:

“I’m trying to care, but it’s hard.”

“We’re fucked”

“Do you wanna have sex with me?”

“This is creepy, but I like it”

“I’m not giving this up!”

“Hold my hair!”

Javi Gutierrez quotes:

“I fucking told you”

“Honestly, I’m too nervous”

“I think I need to go to bed”

“Whether you like it or not, you have a gift.”

"Sometimes circumstances get in the way of love. That's just the way it is."

“We need to open our minds to the infinite possibilities of what the cosmos has to offer."

Din Djarin quotes:

“I know everything that’s in there”

“This is a pile of junk”

“I’m not leaving my fate up to chance.”

“Your song is not yet written. I serve you until it is.”

“Take it off. Or I will.”

“I like those odds.”

Javier Peña quotes:

“You're breaking my fucking heart, baby.”

“Sleep with a communist? That would be downright un-American.”

“Things don’t always go according to plan.”

“I got a better idea.”

“Fuck this!”

“Well, what have we here?”

Dave York quotes:

“ There is no sin. No virtue.”

“Who did this?”

“There’s no coming back from this.”

“You do what you have to do and you move on.”

“It’s who we were. It’s what we did.”

“You shouldn't start a war with us.”

Jack Daniels quotes:

“Whoo. I feel like a tornado in a trailer park.”

“What are we doin’?”

“Looks like we’re hookin’ up with a chick at a rock concert.”

“It's a lasso.”

“How would you like to ride home on a real cowboy?”

“Now, is that any way to welcome a visitor from out of town, moonshine?”

Pero Tovar quotes:

“Maybe you can fool them, but I know what you are.”

“The time before that I saved your life!”

“You can never undo things you have done.”

“Is that the best you've got?”

“I want to eat.”

“Have you lost your mind?”

Frankie Morales quotes:

“Alright baby, alright baby. Come on now.”

“This is not what I signed up for.”

“What the fuck we’re gonna do with that thing?”

“Move. Move!”

“Yeah, I don’t think so.”

“It's not a big deal. Actually, it's a big deal.”

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AU fic

Forced Proximity

Time Travel

Roadtrip

One Bed

Second chance romance

Friends to Lovers

Enemies to Lovers

Fake dating

Redemption

Forbidden love (legal)

Hurt/Comfort

Soulmates

Secret identity/billionaire/royal

Blind Date

Platonic Relationship

Body Swap

Love Triangle

5 times this and 1 time that

Opposites attract

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aureli-us · 29 days

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some Thoughts on the halo tv show🧐

idk whether or not ppl are still avoiding s1 spoilers but either way this will be Long so, below the cut✌

(@helix-studios117 you'll enjoy this probably)

INITIAL REACTION. like 5/10.

- it is funny to me the amount of latin and classical shit in this show, as a classics student "new carthage" and the big slogan on the wall (i could only see "per mare, per (?), per (?)" and all that other shit is SO funny. and cool

- i saw a lot of bad things abt this so my opinion is a bit pre-jaded BUT i see know i think a lot of those bad reactions are well-founded. the writing is decent, tbh, not awful, but too fast. exposition is sloppy, which is expected bc they are trying to aim for both audiences who have been exposed to halo and audiences who have not. but STILL. better to over expose a bit than to leave me with questions (though i also recognize i have barely scratched the surface of halo myself)

- that said, QUESTIONABLE decisions made: no reason for pablo schreiber to be totally naked in that scene. sorry but no. for me it not only felt unnecessary but weird for them to want to get master chief naked - the camera doesn't sexualize him i don't think, but still it was strange. also why did that other doctor dude go in to kiss halsey's double? also in general some dialogue felt kinda forced and boring.

- cinematographically, it looks good. it's pretty normal but looks nice, and there were a few shots or scenes that seemed particularly well framed or shot. the mjolnir armor looks good imo! not AS production value porn as rings of power, which is fun. i especially enjoyed the aesthetic of the scene of john walking around his old house and the shot of him kneeling behind his younger self.

- i don't really mind maskless chief, but i think they're overdoing it with him keeping the helmet off 90% of the time. i think it was inevitable we'd see his face at some point but it's being done very lazily and in a way that destroys part of chief as a character. i think taking it off in ep1 was ridiculous (i also think chief defecting 25 mins into ep1 was ridiculous) and i believe a much more powerful moment to remove the helmet was ep4 after you get all the close up internal shots in the helmet as he's viewing cortana's remaking of his old home. would've been way more powerful to have perhaps snippets of john's face, too close or distant to make anything really connect, before a big reveal.

- i also dislike that the reasoning to keep his mask off so much is that pablo schreiber said you can't form an emotional connection to a masked character if you dont see their face. like it's okay to think that.....but you're just insanely wrong. do you know what show you're in???? do you know the character you have been hired to portray? have you ever seen star wars or played video games? have you ever read a book? when we watched the mandalorian we were all so insanely hyped about what mando looked like DESPITE THE FACT WE ALL KNOW WHAT PEDRO PASCAL LOOKS LIKE. LIKE PLEASE ((also i've written 500k words of fic based around an elder scrolls DLC character whose entire persona is wearing a mask, has no actual canon face, and whom you kill at the end of his DLC. sorry pablo you are just wrong))

- i've seen some ppl complain abt chief having a "real boy" plotline and how stupid that is, which i partially disagree with. i think it's REALLY interesting to suggest and explore the possibility of him and other spartans being able to lift themselves out of being killing machines and glimpse how estranged they are from their humanity, and what exactly has been done to them to estrange them, but i do think the show is laying it on WAY TOO MUCH, WAY TOO FAST. again w strange writing, lacking exposition, and poor pacing. we never really know or see chief to establish him as a Character before he goes rogue.

overall, interesting, but has SO much potential to be way better in a thousand different ways. i have no idea how this was marketed, if they said it would be a good adaptation, but ANY adaptation of a game or book nowadays seems to fall into the trap of "we made a thing! oh no one who likes the source material likes our thing and also we changed the plotlines irrevocably so now we have to say that we're using an "alternate timeline" or our own made up version. but somehow we still get funding" (((cough fucking cough the shitass wheel of time amazon show))) not godawful so i'll probs finish s1 and see how it ends, at the very least it's kinda interesting and i don't know enough about halo to hate it completely. however i know chief smashes a covenant leader which is just 😭 like COME ON PEOPLE. rly?

- that being said i don't HATE the idea of the pellet but there is also something to be said for the immense strength of a lifetime of augmentation, being spoonfed propaganda, institutional lies, and being manipulated both physically and mentally - all of that seems to carry a heavy weight compared to the pellet, which seems almost trivial and a lazy explanation as to "why Spartans are as they are". if they had tried to actually dive into the literal ways the UNSC alters and controls the minds of these people rather than here's a thing that's mostly responsible for keeping you in check, now dig it out with a knife, it could have been SO much more interesting.

- some positives: i like that they are getting the weirdness of halsey and john's relationship. it's meant to feel uncomfortable to us viewers i think, since they have a strange relationship based on manipulation and lies and secrets and etc etc. i also love silver team ofc

also pablo schreiber while i have never seen him in anything else is trying too hard for the chief voice and sounds bad. except at one point in ep1 he raised his voice and it actually sounded so much better lmfao🤪 in general he does an okay job as chief, but again, this chief is pretty un-chieflike. i'm open to other people's thoughts and opinions, good or bad! this is just my take so far on the first 4 eps and my very limited knowledge of halo :3

#halo #halo 2 anniversary #master chief #master chief face #pablo schreiber #halo season 1 #paramount+#just rambling #aurelius and halo #fuck the wheel of time tv show

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kedsandtubesocks · 6 months

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I’m turning the big 3-0 and I wanna celebrate it with you! So let’s party yeah!? 🥹✨

PARTY RULES❗️

you can only send in 2 out of the 4 options below, (you get to pick which two of course)

because it’s my party (and I’ll cry if I want to) please understand if there’s an ask/request I don’t feel comfortable with I have the final say to what I do/don’t answer!

The event will run Nov 1 - Nov 4!

Now…with those house rules out of the way, welcome in and thanks so much for coming! 😘

Oh nice, you grabbed a slice of cake! I hope you enjoy!

🍰 <- send this in and I’ll write a sweet little passage about you in a fanfic writer style!

So…you snagged one of the Pedro Pascal party favor stickers huh? Don’t worry I would too lol

💖 <-send this in and I will pair you up with a Pedro Boy I believe would fit with you best!

Heck yeah we got a piñata! My family would be disappointed if I didn’t lol, wanna take a whack at it?

🍬<- So send this and you can prompt me one line of dialogue + the character of your choice & I’ll write a small blurb for you!

Oo, you want a tarot reading? You know I’m down!

🔮 <- send this in and I will give you three headcanons about you & your fav!

💌 Letter from the birthday gal: While this might not be much, i want to embrace entering my 30’s with gratitude and love so I knew I had to show my appreciation for y’all, I can’t put into words how grateful I am for the friends I’ve made along with the support and the absolute joy I’ve found in this little corner of the interwebs. All of you have helped bring me to this new year... So truly, thank you! I appreciate you🌹

#if no one participates I’m gonna cry lmao #but seriously thank you all let’s celebrate and enjoy 💖#Erika’s birthday bash 🍰✨

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techtow · 2 months

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Pedro Pascal: A Rising Star in Hollywood

Pedro Pascal, the charismatic actor known for his versatile performances, has become a household name in Hollywood. Fans from around the globe, including the creative minds behind #PedroHub and #PPascalEdit, are expressing their admiration for the actor's talent and charm. In this article, we explore the journey of Pedro Pascal, the impact of hashtags like #UserIselin and #UserFanni, and the growing community of fans who contribute to the #PedroPascal phenomenon.

Pedro Pascal's career has been marked by a series of standout roles that showcase his acting prowess. From his memorable performance as Oberyn Martell in "Game of Thrones" to his captivating portrayal of the titular character in "The Mandalorian," Pascal has proven his ability to bring depth and authenticity to a diverse range of characters. As fans celebrate his achievements, hashtags like #PedroHub and #PPascalEdit serve as virtual spaces for enthusiasts to share their favorite moments and edits.

The online community, represented by users like #UserOaks, #TUserCora, and #XUserAnnie, engages in lively discussions about Pedro Pascal's impact on the entertainment industry. These discussions not only celebrate his acting skills but also highlight his influence as a cultural icon. The simplicity of #UserPolly's contributions and the creativity of #UserFanni's edits further amplify the collective appreciation for Pascal's talent.

Pedro pascal is the rising star In Today World:

Pedro Pascal's Journey: Explore the actor's career milestones and the characters that have defined his rise in Hollywood.

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#PPascalEdit Creations: Witness the artistic talents of fans like #TUserCora and #UserIselin as they contribute visually stunning edits to the online Pedro Pascal community.

Global Fandom: Uncover the worldwide fanbase through hashtags like #UserOaks and #XUserAnnie, showcasing the actor's universal appeal.

Pedro Pascal's popularity continues to soar, and with hashtags like #UserFanni and #TUserPolly contributing to the online dialogue, it's evident that the actor has forged a strong connection with audiences. As we witness the growth of the #PedroPascal phenomenon, it's clear that his influence in the entertainment industry is set to endure, leaving an indelible mark on the hearts of fans everywhere.

#pedro pascal #pedrohub #ppascaledit #useriselin #userfanni #useroaks #tusercora #tuserpolly #xuserannie #HE LOOKS SO GOOD IN RED #pedro pascal characters #pedrostories #pedro almodóvar #joel miller

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p0isonyouth · 7 months

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Mastermind | Spencer Reid

Spencer Reid didn't want to love again.

After the passing of his late girlfriend, Maeve Donovan, the young genius believed that everyone in his life would eventually leave him.

So he chose not to get attached.

Valeria Bela had no time for love.

Though the young woman grew up in a home full of love and care, she refused to have her feelings get in the way of her work once again.

So she chose to be closed off.

Both Spencer and Valeria had come to terms with their resentment of love, more so what had happened to get them to feel so negatively about it. But, when young Supervisory Special Agent Bela joins the BAU, both soon forget about their rule with strong rivalry and stolen kisses.

A/N - Unfortunately, I do not own Criminal Minds, nor their characters or plots. I do not own dialogue, cases, or episodes, those go to the beautiful minds of the writers (MGG EPISODES !!!!). I also do not own any of the gifs presented in this story. These were picked at random via Pinterest. I do, however, own Valeria Bela as well as any other characters that are not created by the Criminal Minds enterprise. I also own plotlines that are designed by me. Without further ado, welcome to Mastermind!

P.S. - Valeria's face claim is Shay Mitchell. Timothy's is Pedro Pascal. Antonio's is Avan Jogia. And it's up to interpretation whom her mother's is.

Warnings:

Since you are reading a Criminal Minds Fanfic, I'm sure you expect what is to happen in episodes, but just in case you like jumping into a fandom by fanfic, here's some trigger warnings: assault, depression/depressive episodes, gore, kidnapping, murder, sexual assault, sexual innuendos, swearing, torture, violence, etc... ( there are way more, but i'm sure you get the point)

NOTICE ~ CHAPTER ONE

"YOU COMING, ROSSI?" Timothy Bela questioned his partner as he started the engine of a government-owned black SUV.

They were chasing an unsub that they had been after for weeks, a serial killer who targeted normal families. With all the information gathered, they had determined their suspect to be Stephen Jenkins, a 28-year-old man. The boy was an orphan, always by himself until he went to college, found a job, and married the so-called love of his life. That was until she passed away a couple months later. The man kept to himself, only venturing out of his house every so often. To kill.

Timothy Bela and David Rossi had no doubts that the sadistic man was not working alone due to his elaborate work, but they had to catch him first.

Timothy lived for the thrill of the chase. He loved the adrenaline that spiked in his veins as he was catching an unsub, however, he knew he had to be more careful with his life. Timothy had a wife now, Meredith Bela, and two children, nine-year-old Valeria, and one-year-old Antonio. He was expected to be a role model, a parent, and most importantly, a hero.

The red and blue lights flashed from the top of the black SUV as the duo raced through the streets to catch their unsub. David Rossi's eyes focused on the streets ahead but moved over to his partner and longtime best friend for a brief second. "So, how are the kids, Timothy? Is Valeria still up to her usual trouble?"

"She sees her Uncle Rossi a little too much for her own good." The man said with a small chuckle, turning the wheel to make a hard left turn. "Wants to be just like us when she's older."

"You say that like it's a bad thing, Bela."

The black vehicle stopped in front of an abandoned house, the wooden planks that once blocked the door from being entered were littered on the broken-down porch. "What an idiot," Timothy commented as he took his gun out of his holster, approaching the opened door. Rossi came behind him, making sure that the coast was clear.

The two stepped into the house, the floorboards creaking beneath their feet. Timothy winced as the sound pierced his ears, venturing deeper into the house with a careful foot. "Don't you come any closer!" A voice said as Rossi and Bela entered into a hallway. The voice was weak, tired, and out of breath. "I said don't you come any closer to me!"

"FBI! Stephen Jenkins, come out slowly, hands up." Rossi yelled gun brandished in front of him.

"I don't want any trouble. Just go away, don't come any closer!" Stephen called out again, his back against the wall. If he peered to the right a little, he could see the eyes of the men in a mirror that hung against the wall. "I have a gun, I'll use it."

"Yeah, so do we, kid." Timothy was confused. This man didn't seem like who they were looking for at all, he didn't seem like he'd hurt a fly. He was done playing the boy's game, hoping to hurry up the delay so he could get home to his family. "You have one last chance to get out here or I'm coming inside."

"I-i can't."

"Why not?" Rossi asked, getting no reply in return. He motioned for Timothy quietly to go into the room at the looming silence, when suddenly a loud thud hit their ears. The two men raced into the room as the sounds of their team members slamming their car doors echoed outside.

Timothy entered the dusty, dark room first, desperately trying to find a source of light. He walked further into the room, pulling a cord that led to a light bulb in the middle of the room. Slightly turning, he rested his eyes on the body of Stephen Jenkins lying on the floor, shriveled in pain and frankly red as wine. The blonde boy, barely a man, struggled to breathe, his face turning pale as if he had been suddenly drained of all that was keeping him alive. Timothy's stomach dropped, and Rossi made his way to his partner's side to investigate. "Dear god," Rossi sighed, crouching to examine the pale body.

Stephen's body had bloody gashes all over him, carved into his chest like some satanic ritual. The young man looked up at the two men, fear written all over his face. His blue eyes were slightly dilated, his hands trembled, and his body squirmed.

"Stephen, who did this to you?" Timothy said, staring the young man in the eyes.

"He..." Stephen started before choking on the blood that wound up in his throat. "He just wanted you to notice."

"Wanted who to notice what?" Rossi asked, holding pressure on Stephen's wounds, knowing it was no use.

"He wanted Timothy Bela... to notice." He said, finally succumbing to his injuries. The rest of the department entered the room, examining the scene as Rossi looked up at Timothy with confusion. Timothy's eyes never left the young man, his mind focused on what he was to notice.

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Valeria watched her mother pull out the freshly baked chocolate chip cookies from the oven, the delicious smell immediately hitting her nostrils. Her mouth watered for the sweet treat, getting up from her spot across from her baby brother to her mother who was standing at the counter. "How much longer until we can eat the cookies, mama?"

Meredith laughed, taking the oven mitts off of her hands. "In a few minutes, mi amor. They must cool down first."

Valeria nodded happily, going back to sit across from her little brother, Antonio. "I can't wait until you are able to eat cookies, Antonio. I think you'll like them!" Baby Antonio gurgled in response to his older sister, slamming his tiny hands on the baby seat tray. The girl grinned, going back to drawing on a piece of paper with her crayons.

Meredith watched her children from afar with a sad smile, disappointed that her husband was missing out on all the little moments of their children's lives. She didn't regret moving to Quantico, it was a good environment for their family. She just wished that Timothy wasn't so occupied with solving crimes. The sound of loud knocking had taken the woman out of her thoughts, as she made her way to the front door.

As she opened the door, a tall man stood in front of her, a gun pointed at her forehead. Her eyes widened with fear, as she took three steps backward into the living room. It was a rare occasion for Meredith to let her nerves get the best of her, but her mind was blank as her eyes locked on the barrel of the gun. The man followed her inside, a sinister smile appearing on his face. "Meredith Bela, as beautiful as I remember. It's been a long time, don't you remember me?"

Meredith swallowed a sob, remembering that her children were in the next room. A faux smile appeared on her face as she smiled. "I do remember, of course, I do."

The man's smile dropped, a scowl taking its place. "Don't lie to me, darling."

"I-i'm not lying. I do remember you." Her voice waivered, the gun practically resting on her forehead.

"No need to get defensive, Meredith. I'm just playing." He sneered. "I want to say hello to the kids, let's go to the kitchen." The woman planted her feet, shaking her head frantically.

"Please don't hurt them, take me. Don't hurt them."

"Let's remember who has the gun and who is begging for their children's lives to be saved. The kitchen. Go!" He yelled, aggressively pulling her into the kitchen. Valeria looked up to see her mother in pain, tears flowing down her cheeks. She tilted her head in confusion, watching as the man bent down to her level. "Hello, Valeria."

"Hello. Do I know you?" She asked, staring into the man's cold, blue eyes.

"I'm a friend of your father's."

"Daddy's not home, so maybe you should come back later." Valeria shrugged the man off, going back to coloring on her paper. "And you can't have any cookies because they aren't cooled off yet."

The man stood shocked at her manners, gritting his teeth with a fake smile. The girl's face didn't show an ounce of emotion like she didn't question his intentions at all. He was intrigued by the young girl, albeit amused.

"That's enough, now leave our house." Meredith spat, wrestling her wrist out of the man's grip, grabbing a kitchen knife that lay on the counter. "Get out, now!"

Valeria turned to look at her mother, realizing that the man wasn't a friendly visitor. A chill ran down her spine as the man began to laugh, shaking his head at her mother. "And I thought you were always up for a challenge, Meredith. Truly a shame that we had to do this so quickly." He took out his gun with a sad sigh, resting his finger on the trigger.

And shooting her quickly between the eyes.

The young girl wasn't sure if there was a sound. Valeria felt so lightheaded that she knew it wasn't long before she would pass out. She blinked but couldn't see anything except her mother's cold, dead eyes on the floor.

The man smirked at his work, turning to face the two children. Antonio was bawling at the loud noise, not realizing what had happened, and Valeria stood still with shock and fear. The man approached the crying baby, attempting to coo him. "There, there. She wasn't that special anyways."

"What are you gonna do?" Valeria croaked out, her mouth dry from tears.

"Excuse me?"

"What are you gonna do with us?" She questioned.

"You see, I hadn't planned that far ahead." He spoke slowly, walking over to the counter and grabbing a cookie from the rack. He took a bite, chewing with his mouth open. "Cookie?" He offered, sitting back down at the table after getting no reply. "You see, I have to get rid of the evidence that I was here... which means you two have to go. And he'll finally notice me."

Valeria stood, staring at the table, not daring to look into the man's murderous eyes. "Go? Notice you?"

"Go. Die. Exterminate. Croak. There's a lot of ways to say it." He dismissed by waving his hands, grabbing a cigarette and lighter out of his pocket. He put the cigarette to his mouth, lighting the end of it. "It's a shame really, I was starting to like you guys."

"You can't cause a fire with just one cigarette." The girl said, crossing her arms. "You need a reactant of some sort to cause the fire. Which you didn't do."

"Which I did do, actually, little girl. Do you really think that I haven't planned this through? Watch and-" He said, coughing as his cigarette smoke hit his lungs. Valeria raised an eyebrow at the man, rolling her eyes in disbelief. Amid his coughing fit, he dropped the lit cigarette on the table. The tablecloth immediately burst into flames, catching on the man. He screamed out in pain as the flames engulfed him, Valeria rushing to unbuckle her younger brother from his seat.

The man fell backward as the flames got wider, soon covering half of the kitchen. Valeria ran out into the living room with her brother in her grasp, looking for a way to escape. "This is why you don't smoke, Antonio." She said out of nervousness, as the fire captured the wall of the house.

They were trapped inside.

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Timothy Bela bid Rossi goodbye as he finally finished his paperwork for the case. Though it hadn't gone the way that he wanted it to go, they were closer to solving the murders. As he headed out the door, an agent ran to him, calling his name. "Bela! Bela! Bela!"

The man turned, eyes finding the panicked state of the agent. "Bernhards? What's going on?"

"Your house! It's all over the news!"

"My house? The man questioned his eyes widening in worry. "Bernhards, what's wrong with my house? Finish your sentence, goddammit!"

"It's on fire...!" The man said, exasperated and out of breath. "Your house is on fire!"

Bela didn't hear the man any longer as he ran to his car, racing down the streets to get to his house. Fear ran in his veins as he thought about his family, wondering if they had made it outside yet. Little did he know, they were still inside.

By the time Timothy got to his house, news anchors surrounded the lawn. The house was up in flames, immediately consuming everything from the inside. He spotted his neighbors, running over to them and asking multitudes of questions. "Did Meredith and the kids make it out? Has anyone called the fire department? Has anyone gone in yet to check?" The neighbors shook their heads in worry, watching the flames blaze.

Everyone outside had no idea what to do while they waited for the fire department to get there. Nobody dared to run inside and start saving the family themselves.

Worry struck the man's features as he started to strip himself of his jacket and tie. One neighbor, Eugenia Miller, a kind lady from across the street, grabbed his arm. "You are not going in there, Timothy."

"I'm not letting my family burn alive. Every second that fire is getting worse and worse and my children are in there." He broke himself free from her grip, hogging into the house. The flames flew behind him as he kicked down the door, entering the house.

"Dear god, that man is a maniac," Eugenia muttered, joining the rest of the neighbors.

Timothy ran into the kitchen, stumbling upon the burnt body of the man, his gun still in his hands. The agent furrowed his eyebrows, looking at where the table once was, before seeing the body of his wife. He choked back a sob, covering his mouth with his hands, pressing the white sleeve of his uniform to his mouth to breathe. "Meredith, amore mio." He whispered, exiting the kitchen after not bearing to see the sight any longer. "Valeria? Valeria, where are you?" He called out, his hope leaving him every second.

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The only thing that Valeria could process during the smoke was the pain she was in. Her broken heart, her ears ringing, and a burn on her right thigh. She held her brother close to her, putting her thin sleeve over his mouth so he could breathe filtered air. She placed a kiss on his forehead, closing her eyes. "We're going to be okay, little brother. I promise. They're coming for us." As she calmed herself down, she visualized firefighters calling out her name, hoping they would reach her on time.

She was exhausted; her throat burned with every swallow, her muscles ached, and her lungs were starting to sting from the gathering smoke that slowly leaked into the enclosed space that they were trapped in. It didn't help that Antonio started crying once again. With nothing to calm him down with, she closed her eyes tight, praying that someone would save them soon.

"Valeria!" She heard a voice shout from somewhere. "Valeria?"

"In here!" She cried out with all that was left in her. "Help! Please help!" A sob ripped from her throat, joining the cries of her younger brother.

Timothy appeared, moving rubble out of the doorway as he entered the room. He gazed at the sight of his two children, rushing to hold them in his arms as they cried. "Valeria, Antonio. You're okay, I got you."

"Daddy, mama's dead." Valeria cried into her father's shoulder. "She's gone!"

"I know, baby. I know." He soothed, rubbing her hair. He pulled away from his daughter, noticing the large burn on her leg. "Your leg, Valeria. Can you walk on it?"

"I don't think I can."

He looked behind him at the doorway, watching as small flames began to form at the bottom of it. Cradling Antonio in his left arm, he picked up the young girl with his right. "Hold your breath, Valeria, close your eyes for me." She did what she was told as the agent made his way through the fire, making sure his children were not harmed any further. He met the fire department halfway, sobbing in relief as they made it completely out of the house.

Valeria and Antonio were taken out of his arms as he collapsed to his knees on the front lawn. A paramedic ran to his side, grasping his shoulders. "Sir, you have to calm down. Let us check you out." He cried out, his head touching the cool, wet grass.

Rossi arrived at the scene, racing toward his best friend. "Timothy, it's okay. Everything's going to be okay."

"Meredith is dead." Timothy gasped out, looking up at the man. Rossi helped him up, leading him to the back of an ambulance to get checked out. "Valeria and Antonio-"

"They'll be okay," Rossi reassured, nodding to the paramedic as she finished checking on him. "They're together, on their way to the hospital. You're going too."

"I'm done with this, Rossi." Timothy looked back at his friend as he was put into an ambulance to join his children. "I can't do this anymore. This happened because of me. I quit."

#wattpad #criminal minds #imagines #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencerreid #fluff #mastermind #series #bau #chapter one #writing #author

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morallyinept · 2 months

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A full transcribe of JOEL MILLER'S dialogue/lines from the TV show THE LAST OF US.

EPISODE 8 - WHEN WE ARE IN NEED

Includes full dialogue, and dialogue from any deleted/additional scenes available.

I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to read the dialogue. 🖤

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

☝🏻Dialogue has been fully transcribed by myself using reference to original scripts (if available), audio subtitles and using my own two ears. Therefore, mistakes can be made, however I have tried to be as fully accurate as I can. If you spot an obvious mistake, please kindly let me know. Where audio is not clear, I have marked with *inaudible* Scenes are separated for ease of reference.

FULL SCRIPT DIALOGUE:

You’re next.

He can’t help you. You focus right here. Or I’ll pop your fuckin’ kneecap off.

Where?

What town?!

A resort?

You’re gonna point to where we are… and where your “resort” is. And it better be the exact same spot that your buddy points to.

It’s okay. I believe him.

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Ellie. Ellie. It’s me. It’s me. Hey… look, it’s me. It’s me. It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s okay, baby girl. I got you. I got you. Okay.

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FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

#joel miller #pedro pascal #joel miller tlou #joel miller the last of us #pedro pascal characters #joel miller dialogue #pedro pascal character dialogue

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springdandelixn · 1 year

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Hello, My Lovely Spring Rolls!

To celebrate such milestones in my personal (birthday! woot woot!) and tumblr (500 followers!) life, I will be hosting my first-ever (and hopefully the beginning of more) sleepover for all of us to enjoy!

I've only been actively posting my stories on this site since October 2022 and truthfully, you guys have been such a blast and I cannot thank you enough for the support and love you continuously give.

With that being said, I hope you would join me in this sleepover and make more memories together!

For this sleepover, we will be having 2 events; 1) Writing Challenge, and 2) Fic Requests.

🌻This challenge is only open to 18+. Minors, please DNI.

🌻The theme for this challenge is, you guessed it, SPRING! Not only is it on my tumblr name but it's my favorite season of all time. I know we are still far away from it but oh well.

🌻The sleepover will start on January 31st and end on March 31st (though my birthday is on the 7th of March huehue) No late submissions, please.

🌻This challenge is open to all genres BUT (and it's a big one) if you've been hanging around me for a while, you know what my preferences are—angst, smut, and dark.

🌻All tropes are allowed—Mafia, A/B/O, enemies to lovers, lovers to enemies, even step-cest if that's your vibe.

🌻Characters must ONLY be from the following fandom:

Game of Thrones - Jorah Mormont, Petyr Baelish or Jaime Lannister

MCU/Marvel - Vision, Loki, Thor, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner or Logan Howlett

DCU - Clark Kent or Bruce Wayne

Sebastian Stan Characters - Lee Bodecker or Steve Kemp

Chris Evans Characters - Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett, Andy Barber, Jake Jensen or Ari Levinson

Tom Hiddleston Characters - Jonathan Pine, James Conrad or Thomas Sharpe

Miscellaneous - Joel Miller (The Last of Us - Either Pedro Pascal or the video game character) or Samuel Drake (Uncharted)

🌻Reader insert only, no OFCs or ships. Sorry.

🌻Entries must be new and original. I will not allow any entries that are part of an ongoing series. If it is, make sure that it can be read as a stand-alone piece.

🌻There is no word limit but do make sure to add the Keep Reading line after 500 words.

🌻Please use the tag #rolling into spring writing challenge when posting your work and tag me in it. If I haven't reblogged it or given a comment within 24 hours after you've posted, shoot me a message.

🌻No Underage, Beastiality, Incest, Monster(??) and Water Sports.

🌻A prompt list will be provided for this challenge but it is not mandatory to use them. You can use them as a guide to help you kickstart your work. The most important thing is that your story has the element of Spring in it.

🌻I reserve the right to not read or interact with your work if it makes me uncomfortable or if you didn't abide by the rules. Warnings are a MUST and should be written appropriately.

🌻Any questions that you may have, my DMs are open. You can also join my discord server to engage with others and bounce off ideas with one another.

🌻Rules of the writing challenge pretty much apply here as well.

🌻I will be providing a dialogue prompt list for you to choose from. You can also suggest a trope or give me a brief description of your request.

🌻Please use this form when requesting a fic. Just so as not to crowd my ask box.

🌻Fics will only be written with dark themes. (sorrynotsorry)

Now that the ground rules have been laid, all that's left to do is to have fun! And I look forward to your requests as well as what you'll come up with for this event! Make me squirm and gimme hay fever! (okno) haha

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Pedro Pascal Character Fanfiction Recs | Vol 35

AO3 | Kofi | Main Masterlist | The Spreadsheet Masterlist

Howdy folks!

Welcome to the Spreadsheet Digest, my weekly(ish) fic rec post. This is everything I read in the last two weeks. Good mix of the boys this week, though I'm still on my trend of not reading that much.

All info provided by the author unless it was blank, in which case I filled it in.

Fic Recs Below!

A Shade That's New

Din series by FallenFern (AO3)

After Mando and Grogu part he goes back to bounty hunting. But its not enough. Desperate to feel again Mando accepts a more dangerous line of work. He joins your small crew on a new job, putting you in close proximity whether you like it or not. Wary of anyone, especially Mandalorians, you try to keep him at arm's length. After all, anyone and everyone could be an enemy and you were going to treat him like one.Yeah, thats lasts long…

OFC!Shade, described as smaller than Mando, curly or wavy hair, able bodied, can blush/flush, Alternating 2nd Person POV. Smut, making shit up, not canon, after grogu and AU, emotional pain, plot with porn, enemies to lovers, slow burn, trauma, sexual tension, action and romance, blood and injury, blood kink, the helmet stays on, but it also comes off, blindfold, light bondage, sexual assualt, threats of rape (not by Mando), praise kink, begging, semi public sex, blaster kink, cock warming, daddy mando, oral sex (f and m receiving), smut marathon, I’ll kill anyone that touches you trope, demanding mando, comfort sex, minor character death, betrayal, mando to the rescue, revenge, reunion sex, say my name trope, edge play, rough sex, throat grabbing but not exactly choking

Repent Your Sins

Din one shot by @beskarandblasters

Ever since the Mandalorians reclaimed Mandalore, you’ve been apathetic about moving there. To top it all off, your mom got remarried. Your new stepdad, Din, suggests visiting the Living Waters to feel more connected to the creed. When you’re finally alone, pent up feelings come to the surface, leaving you to ask yourself— Are you really about to fuck your stepdad?

canon divergent, post season 3 finale, reader is able-bodied, stepcest, fingering, semi public sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (cyar’ika, mesh’la), light angst, Din’s a little creepy in this lmao, no use of y/n

His Living Fleshlight

Din one shot by @beskarandblasters

You catch Din masturbating in the cockpit of the Razor Crest and end up becoming his personal fuck toy.

reader is able-bodied, long live the Razor Crest, no Grogu, established relationship, masturbation, vaginal sex, creampie, Din can pick reader up, crying during sex, pet names (cyar’ika, good girl), no use of y/n

Ezra's Journal Entries

Ezra series by @littlemisspascal

This journal’s as good a place as any to admit the honest truth. So here it is: I wish with the entirety of my bloody, beating heart I could be the man you deserve, little love of mine. — Ezra recovers after the events of the film with the aid of a journal and the love of his life.

angsty fluff, Ezra’s dealing with the aftermath of the Green, language, 1st person POV (Ezra), dialogue in italics, angsty fluff, night terrors, PTSD, Ezra dealing with the aftermath of the Green, language, overuse of space metaphors, grief/dealing with loss of a sibling, mild reference of past injury, Part 11 could be read as suicidal ideation so please skip/be warned of that segment due to possible triggers

Tick

Frankie one shot by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Your husband hasn't come home after a night of drinking yet again. You wait up for him and contemplate the years and events leading up to this moment.

reader is able-bodied and has a child, though no mention of giving birth to it. I am choosing not to tag everything so as to avoid spoilers. There are heavy themes here: drug and alcohol abuse, implied smuts, implied PTSD and some of the things that go along with that.

midnight strikes, where is my prince

Frankie one shot by @undercoverpena

he had been your neighbour. a man you'd stare at through blinds when he’d been on the front lawn. a man you’re now staring at through splintered shards of your mirror—because he saved you.

ANGST 😂. there’s mentions of a break-in. frankie is there and he has a gun, so you know we’re okay. angst. inspired by a scene from scandal-if you know, you know

Relájate, hermosa

Javi P one shot by @beskarandblasters

On the night of your birthday, Javi has a special surprise for you.

reader is able-bodied, established relationship, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, restraints, pet names (hermosa), Spanish dirty talk (translations included at the end), no use of y/n

amateur

Joel one shot by @ezrasbirdie

After a breakup, Joel invites you over to watch a football game and you arrive a little earlier than he expects. Or: Joel gets caught watching porn.

smut, fluff, age gap (reader is 24, Joel is 40), dad's best friend, a sprinkle of daddy kink, dry humping, male masturbation, Joel indulges in Internet pornography, reader wears a skirt, reader calls him Mr. Miller, use of baby girl, Joel is confused about the Internet, a smidgen of insecurity, soft Joel, bossy Joel, some very light teasing degradation, Joel likes bush

Run Rabbit

Joel/Reader/Tommy series by @justagalwhowrites

It was just over a year after the world ended that you were captured by Joel and Tommy Miller. They're harsh, they're cold and they're killers. But, as a nurse, you're a valuable person to have around and he's not the worst thing wandering the wasteland that was the United States. And there might be more to these men than meets the eye.

Dom Joel, Threesome - MFM, Mildly Dubious Consent, Attempted Sexual Assault, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Stockholm Syndrome, Brat Tamer Joel, Canon-Typical Violence, Dom/sub Undertones, Anal Sex

some good friend

Tim Rockford one shot by @covetyou

Nerves were coiling in his belly in a way they typically only did at the end of a big case. There was no judge or jury here, no sentence, no surprise acquittal. There was just your door, and the promise of everything that lay beyond it. And it made him nervous.

pegging, anal fingering, praise kink, mild glove kink, very mild feminization, masturbation, Tim has body image issues and a bit of an identity crisis, kind of coming untouched, sex work, comfort

gonna make you sweat

Javi P one shot by @mypoisonedvine

he's your dad's best friend, he's a narc, he's the guy you've been calling 'tio' most of your life... so he's not the guy you want to run into when you're out partying a little too hard.

dubcon smut (18+ only; oral f receiving, unprotected sex, reader is under the influence and under duress), age gap (not specified but it's big lol but they are of course both adults), dad's best friend trope, pseudo incest (reader calls javi tio/uncle but they are not related), drug use, jealousy, unprotected sex, orgasm control, rough/aggressive sex, we're talking complete total and permanent gut rearrangement, crying during sex (from overstimulation not like, being sad), hair pulling, 'sir' kink (briefly), creampie, basically just a kinky filthy mess idk what else to say

you're mine, little dove

Joel one shot @mountainsandmayhem

You’ve always loved walking at night, but an unexpected visitor goes from the most terrifying to most erotic night of your life.

predator/prey dynamics, ropes, blindfolding, gagging, non consent, consensual non consent, oral, fingering, unprotected P in V, dirty talk, pet names (little dove, baby girl etc.)

Happy Reading!

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Hi!! It's Helen!anon :)

So i am once again gonna have to come back and give you a more in-depth commentary but, having just stayed up way too late to read ch.2, there are a few things I have to say

First of all, this chapter absolutely tore my heart out. Having just watched Pedro's acceptance speech for his SAG award (so well deserved after all his years of brilliant and hard work!!!) I could hear his voice breaking so clearly in my head which just contributed to the heartbreak of the dialogue during their fight. Second, I absolutely love the way you allowed the wife's anger to take center stage here. I have obviously never met a gun-for-hire but I have had my heart completely smashed by someone I loved and trusted lying to me, and the part about resenting them for lying but also resenting yourself for being blind??? Yuuuup that is EXACTLY right. The night I found out I was a sobbing mess and seeing the wife's reaction in this was both heartbreaking and validating. I just love her. Third, Tommy and Joel's interaction in this was phenomenal!!! Lastly, a little guess I have: the version of Willem Dafoe's character in this fic is gonna be Tess. She is certainly badass enough.

I cannot wait to come back, reread and give you all my thoughts. And as much as I identify with the wife's anger at being lied to (and in real life, when I was lied to, I chose to end the relationship) if I am completely honest? I am really rooting for Joel and his wife to figure this out. If they can't I will completely understand, but I still want that happy ending with a puppy that I wished for them in my comments for ch.1

Thank you for creating this and putting it out into the universe for us, really. I anticipate the new chapters with so much excitement and I read each part with joy even when it's sad

helen!anon i've missed you dearly!!! thank you so much for reading chapter two my friend!!

first of all, sag award winner pedro pascal hasn't left my brain either and i'm so glad you brought him up. i am kneeling at the feet of sag award winner pedro pascal and kissing his boots. sag award winner pedro pascal i love you

the biggest challenge i gave myself in this chapter (okay, there were a million challenges, but this was the biggest) was the fact that i ... simply never write angst. @cavillscurls can attest to the fact that i moaned and groaned for hours about how scared i was to write and publish this. i think it was the only option that his wife's anger took centre-stage, and i consider it a huge honour that you were able to relate to her in this moment. i am glad that i was able to do that kind of fury justice.

ALSO: it just felt right to me that tommy occupied the aurelio role: he's collected and rational but has no problem being a badass and taking his brother down a peg when the occasion calls for it. as for your prediction.. i keep my trap shut!! 🤭

i love how easily you're able to sympathise with reader and i admire you for being so open to them mending their relationship. you're such a careful reader and you're so generous and receptive to what i write, it's truly an honour to read your asks my friend!! you're incredible ❤️

#fic: helen #helen!anon returns #kiwisbell answers

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SYNOPSIS: This is the story of Oscar (also known as “el Toro”) who falls in love with the daughter of a winemaker whose winery is on the verge of bankruptcy. To save the family business, a marriage is arranged between Oscar’s lover and an eligible bachelor named Thomas. Nothing is what it seems, and playing with love and money will only bring grave consequences that will be paid with blood.

WRITTEN BY: A.Wölf.

CAST: Oscar Isaac | Tom Hiddleston | Pedro Pascal | Jeremy Irons

GENRE: Romance | Drama

CHAPTER SONG: “Di Mi Nombre” -Rosalía

NOTES: Welcome to the first chapter of this story. There will be six more. Follow the blog on Instagram for any additional content.

WARNINGS: There will be graphic depictions of abuse and violence throughout the story. It’s set in Spain so there will be many spanish dialogue and slang with English translation.

As always, the actors mentioned here are just portraying characters I created. No disrespect but only love for them.

Enjoy.

In this barbaric town, children play with knives.

Under the blazing sun, outside an abandoned cinema, where their parents can’t see them, they form a circle and two kids have a knife fight in the center and slash at each other until one of them gets cut. Stabbing is not allowed, the rules specifically say “scratches only”, and from the neck down but never below the waist. When the first drop of blood lands on the ground; game over.

A boy named Oscar quickly acquired fame after remaining undefeated for years. Many kids tried and challenged him but Oscar always won because he was better with a knife than anyone else, and he went from child to adolescent without having ever lost. The way he held the blade next to his head, the way he leaned forward and stared at his opponent from under his eyelashes as they went in circles waiting for the attack made the game look like a bullfight. That’s where he got his nickname; “El Toro de Valencia” (“The Bull from Valencia”).

I was just a child when I witnessed him in action for the first time, but I remember what I felt when he won and the most joyful and satisfied smile spread across his face, because his brown eyes found mine for a split second and it was the most honest and beautiful grin I had ever seen. Every girl in town had a crush on the Bull, fixated on his gypsy aura, the way his brunette curls would end out of place with each one of his attacks, and how his duels always seemed to resemble a Spanish dance.

Oscar loved the attention. He and his best friend Pedro, who cheered him on during his knife fights ever since they were kids, were quite the Casanovas. Every time they paraded around town, the girls would gather, whisper and giggle while watching them from a distance, and they enjoyed smiling and winking back at them just to make them swoon. I was too young to flirt and too young for the Bull to notice. I could just dream, like most girls my age did too.

At 17 years old, Oscar lost his first knife battle when a young blond man came along. They had been going around in circles, brunette and blond, skillfully dodging and slashing for hours that felt like seconds to the excited witnesses who clamored and cheered along with some flamenco clapping in the background. Everyone wondered if the Bull had finally encountered his matador and he wasn’t happy about it. The more he failed to scratch the blond boy’s skin with his knife, the angrier he got, and the more his nemesis grinned, challenging him because he knew the rage would distract him.

They launched themselves at each other in the same heated instant and slashed right before they held onto one another’s neck for balance. Time stood still and the two of them froze in place. The crowd fell silent as they waited to see which one of them would bleed. Both did; Bull and Matador. As they pulled apart, everyone could see that Oscar had a scratch on his chest, right above his heart, and the blond kid sported one in the abdomen. To the audience it was a draw but the Bull felt like he had lost while his opponent wore a winner’s grin.

Years went by.

No one ever saw the blond boy again, and when Oscar turned 18, he stopped playing the children’s game but he never stopped carrying his knife. Both he and Pedro started working in a wealthy man’s Hacienda, like most poor boys in this town, taking care of the large estate and its farm.

I never thought the Bull from Valencia would set his eyes on me.

My father owned a small winery that had seen its glory days back when my grandfather was in charge. We were known to sell the best wine in all of Spain but sadly, it was now on the verge of bankruptcy. I spent my days stomping on grapes and helping in any way I could. Oscar and Pedro broke in once and stole a few bottles of wine like a pair of vagabonds. I was in the back room and I couldn’t even try to stop them; they’d be gone by the time I got out of the vat and cleaned myself. I saw Pedro running past the door, followed by Oscar, but he stopped, took three steps back and stared at me from head to toe. He showed me that flirtatious smile of his but I saw Pedro’s arm coming into view when he pulled Oscar so they could escape.

Three seconds later, my furious father appeared with his shotgun, aimed and shot at them but it was too late.

They had the guts to break in a second time, but on this particular occasion, I was alone so I had the shotgun, and at the sound of me cocking it behind the Bull’s head, he froze in place.

“Las manitas arriba, chaval. (Hands up, young man.)” I said and he slowly turned to face me. “Tú sí que tenéis cojones, ah? Volviendo después de que mi padre casi les revienta la cabeza. Dónde está tu amiguito? (You have balls, eh? Coming back after my father almost blew your heads off. Where’s your little friend?)”

“Le robaré el vino a tu padre pero chivato no soy, eh? (I may steal wine from your father but I am not a snitch, eh?)” He said with a proud smile threatening at the corner of his lips.

“Oscar!”

Pedro peeked inside the room after whispering his friend’s name but his eyes widened the second he saw me with the shotgun. I aimed at him. Oscar took advantage of my distraction and pushed the firearm away but held onto it which made me accidentally pull the trigger. I blew a hole in the wall while Pedro ran for his life. I didn’t let go of the weapon, so we struggled until the Bull forced me to walk backwards and ended up trapping me with it against the wall. I looked into his eyes and the memory of the first time he ever smiled at me when I was just a child came back to me and filled my stomach with untimely butterflies. I was certainly old enough to do many things now, and Oscar was definitely food for thought.

“Las armas no son un juguete, niña. (Weapons are not a toy, kid).” He scolded.

I chuckled.

“El Toro de Valencia va a venir a decirme que las armas no son un juguete? (The Bull from Valencia is going to come and tell me that weapons are not a toy?)”

He cocked his head and slowly got closer until the only thing keeping us apart was the shotgun.

“Suelta. (Let go).” He ordered in a lower voice.

He was much stronger than me, so I grudgingly did as I was told. Oscar left the shotgun on the floor with the barrel against the wall and then he stared straight into my soul.

“Me dicen el Toro por otras razones, linda. El día que quieras, te lo demuestro. (They call me the Bull for other reasons, sweetheart. I can show you any day you want.)”

My mouth was about to fall open after his shameless implication but he quickly and recklessly captured it with his. The Bull kissed me how every girl who had ever witnessed his knife fights dreamed of; as if we had been passionate lovers for ages, as if we had been born to crave one another, and as if he was making sure I would never want another man while making me feel like I was the only woman on earth. I let go because it was impossible not to, for no one had ever kissed me like this, but when reality hit me I had to open my eyes.

In a small town like this where everyone knew each other, this was wrong, and if anyone saw us…

I didn’t think twice and kneed him in the groin. Oscar groaned and bent over slightly from the pain, but then he let out a suffocated chuckle.

I heard the front door opening which meant my father had returned and my soul left my body.

“Get out!” I said.

He stood up straight again and stared at me without a care.

“I’m Oscar. What’s your name?”

“Now!” I pushed.

He got his answer when my father called out my name, and he whispered it back to me before crashing his lips against mine one more time for a brief kiss.

“Te puedo ver más tarde? (Can I see you later?).” He asked as soon as he pulled away.

“You really need to leave.” I urged.

He grinned like a mischievous child as he finally left and I grabbed the shotgun while racking my brain to come up with a silly lie for blowing a hole in the wall before joining my father, but I could still feel Oscar’s lips on mine and it was all I could think of. I found myself wishing he’d say my name again when no one was around and felt like I would do anything he said.

That same night, after taking a bath, I was sitting in front of my vanity and brushing my hair when I heard a strange noise. I glanced out the balcony glass door and saw a couple of red carnations lying on the floor, and then a third one as it was thrown from below. I secured my robe, opened the door and looked down to find Oscar holding a bouquet but he stopped making it rain flowers and grinned when he saw me.

“How did you find me?” I asked as quietly as I could but loud enough for him to hear.

The whole town seemed to be asleep but one never knew.

“I have my ways.” He replied with a never-fading smile.

“Is this an apology for the stolen wine?” I inquired while glancing at the carnations.

“No. You should be apologizing to me.” He said.

I frowned.

“You aimed a shotgun at me, you almost shot my friend, and you hit me where men should never be hit.” He clarified, stressing the last part.

“And you liked it so much you brought me flowers?”

He shook his head.

“I liked the taste of your lips.”

I held my breath. I stared at the glint in his brown eyes and his messy curls. The Bull threw a fourth carnation and I caught it midair to tuck it behind my ear.

The third time Oscar broke into the winery, he did so after my father had just left because he now knew our schedules by heart, and he surprised me while I was grape-treading and humming to myself. He just leaned against the doorframe with crossed arms and watched. I stopped because a ray of sunlight was making his skin glisten in the most inviting way, and he could read me, could see the desire in my eyes. He simply walked towards me, put his right hand on my left cheek and kissed me. My heartbeat resembled the galloping of a bull stampede, and in the next second, we were holding tightly onto each other.

He got in the vat and we ended up ruining God knows how many future bottles of wine but there was no way I could regret it; the taste of his lips mixed with the grape juice was more deliciously inebriating than anything else in the world, and the way his strong hands caressed my body made me yearn to be his for the rest of my life. I perfectly knew that my parents would never allow the Bull anywhere near me, he’d be my secret and I’d be his. The thought of it had an enticing yet bittersweet taste.

This is how our forbidden love story began.

#And here we go #EL TORO DE VALENCIA #THE BULL FROM VALENCIA #Oscar Isaac #Tom Hiddleston #Pedro Pascal #Jeremy Irons #Fiction #Fic #Fanfic #Fanfiction

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Drive-Away Dolls (2024) review

Do not see this movie with your mum. I repeat, do not not see this movie with your mum!!

Plot: Jamie regrets her breakup with her girlfriend, while Marian needs to relax. In search of a fresh start, they embark on an unexpected road trip to Tallahassee. Things quickly go awry when they cross paths with a group of inept criminals.

The Coen Brothers are behind some of the most thrilling crime capers in cinema history, and are known for their flashy neo-noir style and highly convoluted plots featuring eccentric characters. However recently the brothers decided to temporarily part ways and focus on their own separate projects, with Joel adapting the famous Shakespeare play Macbeth, which by the way was a superb piece of post-modern black-and-white cinema, and gave Roman Polanski a run for his money. Honestly, Tragedy of Macbeth was visually striking, as it stripped down the classic Bard play to its narrative and perceptible essentials, and also the cast was terrific! Then again, you can never go wrong with Denzel Washington. I honestly don’t know a single person who doesn’t love Denzel!

Anyway, whilst Joel was up to his master-class ways, what has the other Coen bro been up to? We would have found out last year if it weren’t for the strikes, but now we finally have an answer - Ethan has decided to go back to his roots and make a road trip movie that is infused with the 80s/90s goofy feel to it, and he even brings back the briefcase from Fargo! Or from No Country for Old Men. Or The Big Lebowski. Or Hail Caesar!. Pretty sure Brad Pitt also seeks a briefcase full of cash in Burn After Reading…. Honestly what is it with the Coens and their briefcases!? Not only that, I swear most of the time it’s the same model briefcase that’s used! So anyway, Ethan Coen is evidently driving down memory lane here, but is it a drive across the greatest hits, or a drive-away to disappointment?

It’s the latter unfortunately. Now we have seen the true colours and know which of the Coen bros is the talented one and which is riding on their sibling’s success! I’m kidding, everyone has a bad day at the office, but Ethan Coen has really made a stinker with Drive-Away Dolls. Playing out in less than an hour and a half, this is a very short film, so on a plus size is does whiz past you. However the storyline is so thin and disengaging, and the jokes are also really unfunny. The Coen Brothers are known for their signature wit and hilarious dialogue, however none of that is present here. Additionally, similar to how I found Poor Things to feature one too many sex scenes for my liking, Drive-Away Dolls features a lot of lesbian friction throughout, to unnecessary amounts. I thought it was bit too much, and too icky for my tastes.

The cast features a lot of talented people, all of whom I’ve seen give great performances in other projects, however here they were either miscast or simply wasted with their minimal inconsequential screen time. Margaret Qualley is way too over-the-top and silly as the fast talking Jamie with a cringe-inducing accent twang, and she got really overbearing by the end of the movie. Geraldine Viswanathan as Marian plays the straight faced counterpart to Qualley’s annoying energy ball. Again, it’s not the first time we’ve seen such a dynamic in films, yet Viswanathan can’t seem to find any interesting layers within her one-dimensional character and as such came off really boring. The rest of the cast comes and goes, some for sheer forced comedy and others to at least make some attempt to have a cohesive plot, but even then are taken out of the equation quickly and pointlessly. Pedro Pascal, Colman Domingo, Beanie Feldstein, Matt Damon, Bill Camp, Miley Cyrus….all wasted.

The movie also features very sloppy editing, and also the transitions! We have to speak about the transitions! What the hell was going on there? So from scene to scene we’d get these weird wacky psychedelic kaleidoscopic inserts, and I mean in a stoner film this would probably serve more purpose, but in a movie like this it felt totally random. To be fair at the end a character does mention about something that happened years ago that somewhat mildly justifies these inserts, but even then having so much of them throughout the film felt like a useless gimmick. I’m all for filmmakers trying something different and unique visually, but as long as it serves a purpose to the overall narrative, which in this case it did not.

It’s really disappointing as I’m a major fan of the Coen Brothers works, however this was such a messy misfire, I’m honestly shocked it made it through to actual release. It’s silly but not in a fun way, featuring wasted talent and bland gags, and one should simply drive away from this as far as possible.

Overall score: 2/10

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