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It was if they were stuck in a staring contest. Neither willing to be the first to lose and rip their gaze away. Proceed with caution were the words flashing through her mind. If she had learned anything throughout her time in this job, it was to never underestimate the people they both worked for. Perhaps he didn't know the extent of the blackmail used against her, or perhaps he did and was an incredible actor playing dumb while being the pawn to keep her in place. After all, he was the perfect choice to manipulate her. Kind, handsome, a single dad with a cute little kid that Gisele had taken an extreme liking to. Despite his nice tendencies, she didn't believe a singular word coming out of his mouth. It was one thing to be stuck with him when her daughter insisted, and she couldn't deny her a thing. But, here, alone with him. That was an entirely different story. Driving in the middle of the night to see her was ridiculous as is. The more likely reason he was standing before her would be that one of the bosses had requested a midnight delivery of cash.

Against better judgment, however, she too stepped forward. Closer to him. "Well, in that case, let's not kid ourselves." Her voice stayed low, as if she were whispering a secret to only him. "I'm sure you're more than aware I draw the line at hanging out with you in general. Just because you brought chocolate doesn't mean I'll let it slide, Giuseppe. And, who are we kidding, right? You're not here to see me. Shouldn't you be getting home to Luci?"

Gigi bit down on his bottom lip as he watched her, clearly amused by her choice of words. He wasn't sure of when their strange, confusing dynamic started. She was everywhere nowadays and despite her harsh words, for some reason, Gigi didn't mind it one bit. After all their run-ins, he seemed to be slowly starting to see a little behind her uninterested facade. Which, truthfully, seemed to only be directed at him. Figuring out why had proved quite the task, since Bianca seemed dead-set on him never finding out. "Who are we kidding? We are never going to be on even standing grounds. Have you met yourself?"

There was a sliver of satisfaction running through him as he felt her eyes on him, his not moving away from hers. He should feel embarrassed as she called him out for his actions, and she wasn't wrong. He wasn't even sure of what he was doing either. Gigi didn't think things through a lot, he just did them. If they felt right, he couldn't stop himself. "I did do all of that. Glad you noticed." He replied cheekily and then tilted his head to the side as if trying to figure her out. "So you are okay with texting at this hour? But you draw the line at...hanging out at this hour? Guess I can just drive back home and text you while I eat all the chocolate I brought for you instead. You're right, that makes more sense."

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MADISON BEER SHOWED ME (2022) dir. Lauren Dunn

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There's no denying the similarities that Bianca and her sister possess. At first glance, it's unfortunately impossible to ignore they'd inherited some of Gina's own features. The beauty could be called hereditary. But the deep-seated desire for chaos that gnawed at Bianca—the one that was reserved for the woman she refused to call their mother—that had to be learned. Her lips had parted, her body tensed, with the look on her face evident that she had been prepared to start world war three immediately if Anisa was seriously suggesting they play house with the devil herself. "Are you fucked?" Was all that had made it out, before she'd strangely paused her speech with the hand that raised between them. Then, a look of intrigue gleamed in her eyes as soon as she began the explanation.

The pieces of the puzzle suddenly all fell together in Bianca's mind; that gleam of satisfaction in Anisa's smile, the incessant calls and messages from Gina begging to see her granddaughter, the man who spoke of valuing family while paying a younger woman who refused his marriage proposal—only to be entangled with her mother. It all clicked. The fire that had once consumed Bianca’s features began to fade, replaced by a slow, devious smirk. Her brow arched, a silent acknowledgment of the plan forming in her mind. And then, she'd burst into a fit of laughter. "Well, the kids of the old sugar daddies are usually better. It's all the pent up daddy issues. Can you just imagine the look on her face?" It would be priceless. "Alright, I'll bite. However—" her head canted, and after a beats hesitation she continued with, "no Gigi. No mention of her. No one sees a photo of her. No one in that room is to know she exists. As far as they know, Gina is a raging bitch seeing delusions and I never had a child. Deal?"

"If it gives me any cool points back, my plan was to answer to tell her to go fuck herself." Anisa countered, "But you know how she is, didn't even let me say a letter in before she started on about herself." While there was the hint of a smile on her face, her eyes rolled as she heard her own words. Almost 35 years and that woman was still able to extort some kind of disgust out of her. Lifting her head off her palm, "Some finical advisor or some shit." The smile on her features only seemed to grew wider, as if she was enjoying this more than usual. "He definitely will not, but for a much better reason than usual." She pushed up, now sitting up straight, "I think we should do it." She stated, "Just you and me, not Gigi." Anisa than held up her hand to pause any questions that might follow, "Let me finish. I'm saying this because after I got off the phone with her, I did some research of my own. And I found out this is the same David that tried to get me to marry him back in 2016 while I was sugar babying for him. I said no, but then in 2018, at his 58th birthday, his son hired me to be his date to the party. And well, --" She paused, her sparkling as if she was recalling and enjoying the memory, "that went incredibly. The son was also a better lay, in case you were wondering." She was aware that no one was actually wondering that, but she knew it added a little something to the story nonetheless. "And the man has still tried to contact me after all this time, even though, I've given up my.... ways." She tossed her arm out in the air for dramatic affect, "And you know how mommy just hates being second best."

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Bianca shot him a look of disbelief considering she was inherently aware of the Tasmanian devil that her daughter could be at times. Alongside Izzy, the duo seemed to be supercharged. "I’ll take your word for it." She responded with a smile–choosing peace over mom guilt was the better option anyways. Then, she turned to the direction he had gestured in to wave at the girls who were far too busy singing and dancing. All she received was a distracted, "hi mommy!" quickly breaking their attention from the chorus of Love Story. “They look adorable. Please tell me you got pictures of this. Did they do each other’s hair, too?” To Bianca's reasoning, they'd danced so much their hair had come undone immediately or their little hands had trouble securing the plaits. "I've gotta agree with them on this one. Glitter is always direly needed. Especially for a Taylor Swift concert.” She breathed out a 'thank you' before making her way into the lounge to greet each little girl swiftly with a hug then continued to the kitchen to meet him. “Anything I can help you with?”

“Funny you mention it...” he returned as his smile widened, waiting for Bianca to come through before closing the door behind her. “No none, she’s great.” He made a nod of a gesture into the lounge as he leaned against the frame of the door, both girls were dressed up, hair imperfectly plaited and nails painted - different colours per nail as instructed - Nate had spent hours simply doing as he was told, including what felt like a decade singing along to Love Story. He was pretty sure he’d be singing it in his sleep. “I’d be surprised if she doesn’t have glitter in her hair, apparently it was..” he creased his brows, “needed. Think I’m a pushover.” He chuckled, knowing that if the light hit his own hair in the right way it’d start to sparkle. “I’ll get that coffee.” He mentions as he made his way towards the kitchen.

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There was something so surreal about this moment. That her one goal to provide her daughter with everything that she never had herself was coming to fruition before her eyes. Almost everything. The nagging guilt of what she lacked remained in the back of her mind. If she’d made different choices–picked a man that would have been a father to Gigi, picked a safe stable career that allowed her to be home to tuck her daughter into bed every night. The ‘what if's’ were endless, but they didn’t stand a chance next to the smile on Gigi’s face as she waved over at them, following Tori's instructions. Bianca couldn’t help the bright smile quirking her lips upwards. "Cocky little thing, aren't you?" She teased, a playful glint in her eye as she glanced over at Tori. "She's so happy. Look at her cute lil' face." Her features softening while she spoke. "Alright fine, I'll admit it, you've broken me. She does get some of her best traits from you. Thank you for this.. Pizza, pasta, ice cream–whatever your heart desires–is on me for the rest of your life. And it'd still be cheaper than riding lessons."

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Location: Stables

"Heels down, Giselle!" Tori called out as she watched the little girl guide the horse in a careful trot around the round pen. For weeks, Giselle had begged Tori for riding lessons, and who was Tori if not the best aunt in the entire world? Biological or not. So, she finally agreed. Folding her arms acorss her chest, the brunette glanced over at Bianca, who was standing beside her just behind the fence panel. "For only three lessons, I'd say she's a natural." Tori mused with a playful grin. "Pretty sure she get's it from me." Her gaze drifted back to the girl, then returned to her best friend. "You're buying the pizza tonight as payment. Should feel lucky i'm so cheap."

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Adria Arjona ♡

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THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE | 1.08 Witness Marks 

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���Back pain from living in a real life funhouse can’t be the way you go out. At least one motorcycle needs to be involved somehow.” Her voice held a teasing tone, as the smile on her lips only grew with his response. One by one, she’d raised pieces of popcorn to her mouth while nodding sarcastically. The deflection on his end fully perceived. "The endless voice memos not enough for you? You wanna hear from her more? She’s on those things at the crack of dawn yelling at Tori like a fucking drill sergeant. Bring lucky charms for breakfast, OVER. Plus, they’re not exactly military grade walkie’s, my love, they won’t connect further than a few feet. But... I bet Tori will share with ya’.” One of the popcorn kernels was raised between two of her fingers before she launched it towards his face. “Would you bail me out for my takeout crimes?”

"I was thinking the same thing. Hell, maybe I'll even get rid of the rest of my furniture and replace it with all pillows. Make a quick buck along the way -- only downside is that my back will fuckin' hate me for it." Ramon smirked, taking the bowl of popcorn and placing it on his lap as his friend settled in next to him. Brows arched as soon as he noticed Bianca's tone shift, and he shoved a handful of popcorn in his mouth to cover for the slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Y'know, I've been meaning to talk to you about that. It really hurts my feelings that I'm not the only one with walkie privileges -- I thought I was special." Ramon deflected, tilting the bowl towards her to help her reach. "It's nothing. We both had just gotten off of long shifts and got Thai food. Is ordering takeout a crime now, Bi? 'Cause I know for sure then that your ass is going to jail."

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Frankly, it seemed Bianca was tethered between two opposing worlds. One within the organization and the other outside of it—where she was a mother, a sister, a real person. Gigi Ferrari had somehow intertwined himself smack dab in the middle of those contrasted dualities. He was inescapable, in a way. Whether it was the increasingly synchronized schedules of their kids or the constant run ins or the fact that they were both working for the same people. His presence infused into every aspect of her life.

“You don't like my tone and I don’t like you. Does that put us on even standing grounds?” For a brief moment, there was a flicker of amusement across her features. She could blame it on lack of sleep. Better yet, the mention of her daughter—if she were forced to elaborate. But as quickly as it had shown, it was gone. Replaced with the emotionless expression she wore around Gigi while her eyes trailed over him when he stepped closer. “You were home but you came here to continue discussing seasonal chocolate flavors? Coming to tell me in person about the February menu.. at this hour?”

Casinos were never attractive to Gigi. There never was much of anything that appealed him in them, money was particularly not something that ever made Gigi move in its direction. Nothing about Midnight Sun should be making Gigi Ferrari drive straight there at ungodly hours of the morning. He was restless, not able to sleep. She was the only other person that he knew was awake. This was what he told himself as he stepped into the building and was directed out the back.

"You're so right." his accent slipped a little bit as Gigi forced himself not to smile at the familiar look on her face. "I don't like the accusing tone though. There's no way I can plan my son wanting McDonald's at the same time as your daughter does, you do know that, right?" Gigi teased lightly as he stepped closer to her, almost feeling strange at being alone with her. "Besides, we kept texting. This is easier." He explained as if the drive to her workplace from his house in the middle of the night was a completely normal occurrence.

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FOR › @gigiferrari LOCATION › midnight sun casino -- bianca's office

The job that had once brought Bianca adrenaline-fueled excitement—the thrill, the suspense of the game, the drama, and the intrigue surrounding the high-profile players—had been a constant source of entertainment. But in recent years, she had begun to loathe the sound of the cards shuffling, the clink of chips falling against one another, and, most of all, the knowing wink from one of the bosses whenever the words "all in" were said by a big spender.

It was sometime in the early morning hours when she'd retreated to her office, then out the back door for a break from the noise. For some fresh air to clear the stench of the cigars. The silence, however, hadn't lasted—interrupted by the sound of the door behind her swinging open. And for some reason, she wasn't the least bit surprised by the familiar face that met her gaze. "I don't think this classifies as another accidental run in."

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There would always be a part of Bianca that worried restlessly whenever Gisele was out of her sight. But over the years of Izzy and Gigi's friendship–and the endless whining that was endured from her child about a play date at Izzy's house because of how fun her dad was–Nate had become somewhat of a constant. Adding on the fact Ramon vouched for him definitely helped with easing her mind. Still, she had a habit of showing up a little early to knock on his front door. The high pitched singing of the two girls warming her heart instantly. "Hi," she breathed out through amused laughter. "Wow.. how many hours has that been going on? Have the Grammy's called yet?" When he moved aside, she stepped in with a smile and nodded her head. "Sure, that would be great. Thank you for having her over. I hope she hasn’t caused too much chaos.."

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Hearing the knock at his door he left his daughter and her friend - or bestie, as Izzy always liked to remind him, in their living room, knowing exactly who it was on the other side considering the time and so he smiled as opened up, his eyes meeting Bianca’s. “Hey, you wanna come in? They’re.. um,” his tone quietened down as the joyful sounds of singing to Taylor Swift travelled through, which only had Nate chuckling as he stepped aside to make room, “Really going for it.” Which was one way to put it, still, there was something heartwarming about it. “Want a coffee?”

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Adria Arjona by Kevin Berru.

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FOR › @ramymendez  LOCATION › ramy's house

"You know, I think the fort should stay as part of the decor. Really ties the place together." Bianca teased as she slowly crawled into the makeshift fort they'd built in Ramon's living room with Gisele earlier—before her daughter had inevitably crashed post sugar rush. A bowl of fresh popcorn was extended towards him before she was easing herself down on top of the pink fluffy blankets and pillows spread across the floor. "So.. now that that little gremlin has finally gone to sleep, you can elaborate on why you answered the walkie talkie Gi got for Tori's house." A mischievous glint in her eye accompanied her brow quirking upwards as she reached forward for a handful of popcorn.

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There was a hint of a smirk that quirked her lips upward at Dilan's words, but Bianca continued to play along with a sarcastic scoff. "Listen, I wore really cute boots today so if you want me to empty the dishwasher and get them all wet the labor will not be free—or cheap—for that matter. I also can't promise it'll be done well. I've always been more talented at supervising, anyways." Her tone held a teasing edge, but it hadn't lasted, before the smirk broke into a smile. "Any other jobs you want me on, jefa?"

availability: open starter for anyone

location: the tipsy tavern

Dilan's head snapped in the direction of the door when she heard it open and close. The bar would open soon, but it technically wasn't open right now— dilan just sucked at remembering to lock up behind her. "Hey, we're not open right now. But you're fine to come in and sit as long as you make yourself useful. I need help putting these away." A case full of expensive alcohol bottles that she'd been trying to get through as fast as possible. "I might have a few drinks in it for you if you empty the dishwasher too."

She'd throw that in as an added plus in case the person felt generous.

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Their mommy dearest would perhaps never cease to be the bane of Bianca's existence. And there would be no stopping the exaggerated roll of her eyes when Nisa had taken seat opposite to her on the sofa to share this lovely new information. Generally when the topic of their mother was brought up, Bianca had fine tuned her reactions to remain detached. This time, her head had snapped up from the phone in her hands once she'd heard the revelation of playing happy family. "The most shocking part of that is that you answered her. So, who the fuck is this new flavor of the month? Is he a senator? Movie director maybe? Ouu, she hasn't dated a pilot in awhile." Her voice remained monotone while a sour expression twisted onto her features. "Well that explains why she called me 27 times yesterday. He won't last, anyways."

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"I feel it is important to let you know," Nisa began the second she entered the room, heading towards her sister, she plopped down into the sofa opposite her. Resting her head in one hand against the top cushion, "Mommy Dearest is seeing some new poor unfortunate soul." Nisa could actually feel somewhat bad for this fool, he seemed like a half decent guy. Stupid, but decent. "I finally broke down and answered her calls and she wanted us to all get together and play big happy family." She didn't fight the roll of her eyes that following that statement. "Apparently David is all about family and wants to meet us. Truth be fuckin' told, I can't believe she even told the fool about us."

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🍒 Kiraz Yıldız - Episode 40

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❝  i only give you pieces / pieces of me. ❞

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒.

full name. bianca julieta vargas   gender & pronouns. female. she/her  sexuality. bisexual age &. dob. thirty-two & 3rd of november 1992 zodiac sign. scorpio  traits. amiable, resourceful, adventurous & temperamental, vengeful, resentful time in reno. born & raised neighborhood. downtown occupation. unregulated high stakes poker game manager pinterest & character inspiration: elizabeth swann (pirates of the caribbean), fiona gallagher (shameless), gabrielle solis (desperate housewives), teresa mendoza (queen of the south), molly bloom (molly's game), katherine pierce (tvd)

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘.

TRIGGER WARNING: parental neglect, childhood trauma, abuse, drug addiction, pregnancy, blackmail 

A mistake. Those were the words that a young, bright eyed, Bianca Vargas grew up hearing repeatedly about herself. Cursed as the second daughter of Gina Lopez; the one who had shattered any last hope the self fulfilling woman held for a virtuous family with a loving, successful husband. Bianca had ruined everything, according to Gina. The world Gina created for her two daughters had been far too cruel, too toxic, for an innocent child to endure. Void of any tender motherly love and care. Bianca would never know her father, at least not more than drunken stories her mother would force her to listen to, with the details altered during each retelling. A surgeon, an architect, an engineer, a motorcycle stuntman–she’d never known which version was the truth. 

What Bianca would know was a life where Gina would set her two daughters in opposition to one another. The only other human being that Bianca knew shared the same experiences and trauma, would be made to be her rival amidst an already lonely household. Both would take last place in their mothers eyes, with men and her own pursuits of joy reigning first constantly. A cold atmosphere of neglect and disconnection hadn’t allowed the innocence of either girl to last long. And Bianca would learn early that no one would provide her with the protection and love that she needed.

Until someone finally had shown an ounce of that love Bianca had craved all her life. He’d been 24, she’d been 20. Having somehow made her way through high school and onto a college campus; delayed but still there. He’d said he was studying to be an engineer, just like she was, he was captain of the football team, but none of that held a torch to the mediocre love he had shown a young girl desperate for affection. Despite quickly coming to the realization he wouldn’t be much safer than her own mother, Bianca had still agreed to move in with him with the consideration that anything would be better than that house. 

Her new life wasn’t much different than her childhood. Rather than her mother controlling her and belittling her every move; it was now a man who claimed to “love” her. It hadn’t been all bad, though. The rare moments of warmth and love he’d provided her reminded her of the man she’d met that first day on campus, the same one who had promised to protect and love her. And though he’d changed, rather quickly, it was still more than she’d received from her mother. But there would be no protection when the money she’d worked so desperately hard for would go to supplementing his drug addiction, or his other girlfriends. There would be no love or support when she was struggling to complete her degree due to the jobs she worked during the nights that felt too long; from escorting, to bartending, to waitressing. 

Reality would hit with two lines on a pregnancy test. At 25, Bianca found herself upending her entire life. The decision was made; she would stop at nothing to map out the life that her child deserved. No matter how she would have to do it. Her child would never endure the life she had. Not a sliver of it. Except for the fact that her daughter would never know her father. But it was a small price to pay to rid them both of the toxicity. From that moment forward, Bianca’s entire life would be dedicated to her daughter. 

Bianca had envisioned a life outside of the nightlife industry she currently worked in. However, when she had attempted to quit the opportunity had been presented; the money, the rewards, the ability to make it in life on her own. All of it had been more than she’d foreseen for herself. She’d only waitressed at the high stakes poker games up until that moment. And she had hardly been reluctant to agree to manage the games despite the “underground” nature of the unregulated operation. It was meant to last only a few months-the first trimester of her pregnancy-where she could save enough money to provide for her daughter. But, Bianca’s life never seemed to align with her plans. 

Once again, she found herself controlled; the attempt to leave her position would be met with objection. For she’d seen too much. Known too much, in her short time of employment. More reluctant than ever, she’d stayed once again in a situation that would continue to cut from her ability to live life by her own accord. As her daughter grew, so would the urgency to leave the industry. She’d made and saved more than enough money to be able to complete her schooling all while providing a beautiful life for Gisele. Though it wouldn’t be so easy-with the threat of losing her daughter to an abusive ex as the highest consequence.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.

She never completed her degree properly, so she's currently looking into how to resume her studies for a final semester to get her engineering degree.

Her daughters name is Gisele and you will always find her wearing a little gold G initial necklace.

She has no idea who her father is but is getting a little curious to find out. Although she does not have high hopes bc of her bad luck with parental figures.

Her mother is currently attempting to get back into her daughters' lives and they're both highly opposed to this.

Barely sleeps, this woman runs on like 4 hours of sleep a week. Will live off of coffee and tequila when working though.

Holds a grudge forever!! Wrong her one time and she's never forgetting!

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

Found family / childhood friends / best friends — self explanatory but i think bianca will be extremely attached to people who have lasted a long time in her life bc she doesn't get that often!! so anything & everything is appreciated!!

Clientele from the casino or from when she was escorting

Met in college before bianca disappeared from classes — this would have been right around the time she got pregnant and left her abusive bf so your ch could have known or not known the full extent of the situation!

Co workers at the casino or past jobs (waitressing, bartending, escorting)

Friends through family / their kids — her sister is Anisa Torres and she helps take care of Gisele most of the time so anyone around would know of Bianca and her daughter

Past flings/hook ups/exes

Neighbors — either can’t stand eo bc her kid won’t stop blasting cartoons at 6:30am on a saturday or the sweet neighbors who will offer to babysit ???