#gabriella forks

[mdshh]

Our heiress of gen 9 🫶🏻

[fantasyqueen502]

Officer O’Hara

Rated: PG

Word count: 950

Summery: Officer O'Hara hates spider-man, but doesn't know she's married to him.

“You're under arrest!” An officer barks, her gun raised and aimed at the luchador's skull, glaring at her. She steels her nerves, meeting the eyes that were concentrated on hog-tying an unconscious Lizard with its own tail. 

“I think the words you are looking for are 'thank you,'” the man says, speaking through a voice distorter. 

She maintains her distance. “Nueva York police department, you are under arrest for tampering, vigilantism, battery, bodily assault, and contaminating and jeopardizing numerous crime signs.” She lists. 

“I thought we had something, Officer L/N.” 

“And getting on my damn nerves. It's officer O'Hara now,” she corrects. 

“Is that against the law?” He quips. 

Gripping the walkie, pinned over her heart. “I need...” she managed only three syllables. And that's being generous before an electric hiss sliced the air, a force shoving her into a far wall. The wind knocked out of her two more zips, sound bright red webs pinning her hands to the brick. 

"Awww, we can't have our fun now that you're off the market.” He whines. 

“You're gonna pay for this. You hear me. There are consequences. You can’t continue evading the law---mmm.” Webbing glues her mouth shut.

“Till next time, officer O'hara,” he chirps. 

“Congratulations to the new beau.” He swings off. 

“You look like a chipmunk, mommy.” Gabriella observes giggling shyly to herself. 

Her mother's cheeks and lips were red and puffy. One hand holding an ice pack to combat the swelling. 

“And you will too, if you don't finish your peas.” 

“I did.” She points at her empty plate with her fork. 

The mom lifts the plate, revealing a grouping of peas hidden under it. Using a butter knife, she slid them back into the plate, placing them before her. Gabriella pouts, slouching back in her seat, kicking her feet in a mild tantrum. “But I don't wanna!” She whales. “They’re yucky.” 

“Finish your dinner, and you'll get a slice of tres leche cake, Daddy made.'' She coos cleaning the dishes. Holding the ice pack with her shoulder. 

��With strawberries,” she mumbles needing persuasion.

“And raspberries,” she nods, smiling to herself, seeing the reflection in the window of Gabriella begrudgingly eating her peas. 

“I'm home!” Calls from the front door.

“Kitchen!” She returns.

“Ow.” She yelps as her husband sneaks a kiss on her cheek. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks, looking to get a good look at her face. “Did adhesive solvent help?” He cooed getting a good look.

He had received a slurry of texts while at work about the situation. Trying the call only to be declined until she sent him a selfie of herself. Red webbing covered her from below her nose to her chin. 

“Yes, but my face is now burning from scrubbing it raw,” she groans. 

“I'm sorry, honey.” Placing a kiss on her forehead. 

“Another reason to the list to keep myself restrained from wringing that thick neck.” She grits out miming her darkest desire.

“Why do you not like Spider-Man, mommy?” Gabi mumbles while taking a break from her peas. “He's so cool and saves people like you do, mommy.” 

“That's right.” 

“No, honey.” 

The couple looks at each other. 

“He didn't go to school like mommy did, followed the rules, and not just swing around as he pleases and assault an officer. Me!” 

“But he's a good guy. He even wears your colors.” 

“Why are you defending him?” 

“I'm just playing devil's advocate.” He holds his hands up. 

“Finished!!!” Exclaimed the young girl. “Cake, now.” 

“Dinner’s in the microwave,” she sighs before leaving the kitchen.

Reading and rereading the same line from her tablet of a book she downloaded a while ago but never got the time to finish, thanks to life. 

Knock!!! Knock!!!

“We got ice cream for you, mommy.” 

Gabriella says, nudging the door with her hip. Big bowl in hand. Throwing the now useless melted ice pack to the side. To greet her daughter, taking the bowl as she focused on climbing into bed. Snuggling up close to her mom. 

"Thank you.” She coos kissing her cheek. “Got your slice of cake?” 

She nods. “Big slice.” 

“Did you brush your teeth?” She asks. From the smell of whipped cream and fruit, that was a no. 

Gabriella nods, hiding her mischevious grin. 

“Gabriella.” Calls from the doorway. 

“Uh-oh.” the young girl coos. 

“Busted.” the mother laughs. 

“Teeth and bed; I'll be there in a minute.” He instructs.

The tiny tot scampers out of bed past her dad. He pats her head as she makes her way to her bathroom. 

“I'm sorry,” she exhales through her nose. Eyes tired. 

“For what?” His voice is soft and gentle. Kissed her ears.

“I know how much Spiderman means to the city, seeing the looks on you and Gabby's faces when he’s on TV and the daily bugle.” She sighs, massaging the space between her brows. 

“I understand your feelings with the webslinger.” 

“The only feelings I have I can't say in fear of our five-year-old hearing and repeating.” 

He chuckles. She looks at her bowl of moose tracks topped with chocolate syrup and takes a heaping spoonful of cold goodness. Sighing as she closes her eyes and moans from the relief it brought to her lips. 

“Let me say all of the no-no words for you,” he offers. “Give him a piece of my mind.” 

“Really.” She chuckles. 

“Really,” he assures. “I’ll get him a stern talk on lowering the polymer strength in the adhesive in those weds.”

She laughs, but squeaks, holding her cheek, but laughs anyway through the pain. “I feel bad now,” she says through her breaks for breath. “I don’t want him to die from your science talk.” 

"Well, too bad for him,” he tuts. She leans in, giving his lips a peck. He smiles and licks his lips.

Masterlist, Imagines, and Miscellaneous Drabbles

[sup3riorsese]

Intro to the no title Sammy Fanfic

Even as a child, she knew she was different from her sisters. 

At first, she simply thought it was because she was the only boy. Then she became a girl, and nothing changed. The look in her Daddy’s eye when he got upset or drunk, her Momma’s face when she said certain things, and how her sisters got away with so many things. She could always name something that made her feel like the odd one out. 

She didn’t understand it. Why did Daddy like them more? Why did Momma never yell at them? She tried to be better. She did everything. Whatever her Momma asked. Helped Daddy with the farm. Always made sure her Abuela was okay. She thought it would be enough… It never was.

Now, all she could think about was how unfair it all was.

———

Sammy hated going to Saturday dinners. 

She had to deal with her sisters’ pestering, her Momma’s nagging, and Pa’s criticism. The only real reason she went was for her Abuela. She knew it’d break her heart if she didn’t come. So here she was, at her parents' house, sitting uncomfortably between her sisters. She wanted to go home.

“Sammy, are you listening to me?”

“Yes, Momma. You were talkin’ ‘bout the cattle.”

Her Momma narrowed her eyes for a moment before continuing. “Yes, well, I was thinking we should switch to a different supplement company, I heard about a good one that-” Her Momma would ramble into convincing herself this idea was a need thing if she didn’t stop her.

“I don’t know, Momma,” Sammy interrupted, “I think the supplements now are good. Changing the cows’ diet might cause ‘em to get sick.”

“Don’t interrupt her,” Her Pa’s gravely voice snapped. He always spoke to her like that. Like some commander, some authoritarian. Always her. She looked down at her plate as she bit her tongue. “Sorry, Pa. Keep goin’, Momma, I ain’t mean to cut you off,” She said, trying to move past it, but her family never let things like this slide.

“What have we told you ‘bout jumping into conversations?” Her Daddy scolded, like she was a bothersome child. He grumbled as he waved his fork around, “You’d think you’d outgrown that childish trait of yours.”

“Yeah, Sammy, so childish.” Her younger sister, Camilla, really was annoying, she had to admit. Was she that annoying as a teenager? “I said I was sorry.” Sammy gripped her fork tightly. “It ain’t gonna happen again.”

“I don’t even see why you said that. A few cows get sick, so what? We can always change back,” Her elder sister, Gabriella, said. Her sisters were always like this. Ever since she was young, they’d bullied her. When she liked Barbies and dolls instead of cars, when she wasn’t as tall as the other boys, they even bullied her for choosing her new name. When they were all young, she let it go, thinking that they didn’t know any better. She wonders now that maybe they did, maybe they just didn’t care.

“The cattle should stay healthy,” Sammy tried to explain, “Sickness will cause ‘em stress, and that will just cause a whole set of other issues.”

“You’re just worried about that dumb cow of yours. Maybe we should just make her meat. We’ve got plenty of replacements,” Gabriella and Camilla laughed as if it were funny. Sammy raised Bessie since she was thirteen. She loved that cow, they knew that. She looked to her parents, but they only snickered at their daughters' enthusiasm. 

“Hey! What have I told you all about Sammy’s cow, hm? How about I grill up that noisy cat of yours? At least the cow does something.” Her Abuela said as she turned her nose up. She huffed before looking at her and smiling, scrunching her face.

Sammy loved her Abuela with her whole heart.

They all quieted as the elder snapped at them. Despite everyone in the family seeming to love using her as a punching bag, her Abuela always stuck up for her. Even her rowdy cousins and demeaning uncles listened to her. She supposed she got lucky being her favorite grandchild.

“They didn’t mean it like that, Ma. They were just jokin’. Besides, if Sammy weren’t so sensitive, it wouldn’t be a problem,” Her Pa said to her mother, trying to ease her frustration. She waved him off, “Oh, hush, boy, I’m tired of you. Now I’m off to bed. Everyone better finish their food before anyone leaves.”

Everyone made a noise of acknowledgment as they watched her go down the hall. Sammy waited for her to disappear to her room before speaking, “Can I just take Bessie with me?”

The rest of her family looked at her as if she had grown a second head.

“I’m sorry? You want to take the cow? My best dairy cow?”

“Pa, it’s not like that. I just want her with me. I’ll give you all the milk she makes. I promise.”

Her Pa scoffed, shaking his head. He looked angry, Sammy didn’t know why. “See, this is why we can’t involve you in anything. You get all emotional and attached.”

What? “Pa wha- no I don’t. I’ve only been attached to Bessie, I don’t- why are you snappin’ on me suddenly?” Sammy didn’t understand why he was so upset. “You said you’d let each of us get an animal when we get a farm, any animal. Ain’t that what you meant?”

“I said my daughters could get any animal they wanted.” Why did he say it like that?

“...What’s that supposed to mean?”

Her Momma cut in, looking slightly frantic, “Nothing, Sammy, your Daddy’s just had a little too much to drink.” She waved her hand as her Pa continued glaring at her as if she’d committed a crime. Camilla and Gabriella had gone dead silent, shifting uncomfortably in their seats. 

“No, let him speak. What’s that supposed to mean, Pa?” She glared at him as he slowly stood. He looked at her, as if seeing her for the first time, before speaking in a dangerously low voice.

“You ain’t mine.”

Silence. The kind that squeezed the air out of the room. Sammy stopped. 

“W-what?” She stuttered. 

Her Momma tried to intervene, “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” She pulled on her husband’s arm, trying to make him do something, be quiet, take it back? She didn’t know, or care. All she could think about was his words.

“You’re Momma made a mistake once. I took her back because I knew that she didn’t mean it. Then you, You, came and I just knew. You couldn’t be mine.” Her Pa’s (?) voice was low and cold, as if her was speaking to someone he hated. Did he hate her?

“No- no you- you took care of me. Raised me. That doesn’t even make any sense. Do you hear yourself? Is this some joke?” Sammy almost pleaded. It had to be a joke, a sick joke. She was his. His daughter. His blood. She had to be. She looked to her Momma for answers, but she just turned her head away in shame. 

She stood up, rubbing a hand across her face. “D-daddy, come on, don’t- please don’t say that. Please. Daddy, please.” Her voice cracked as she spoke. She was begging. To who? She didn’t know. I’m his. I have to be.

“I just said I ain’t your Daddy, girl. Get it through your head.”

“No- this is- why now? Why tell me now? Cuz you got mad over a cow you don’t care about? No- no. Why now?”

He didn’t answer at first. He was tense and looked like he might have even regretted what he said for a moment, but he was far too prideful to back down now. 

“I’m sick of actin’ like you are. I can’t stand knowin’ I raised another man’s child.”

Sammy shook her head and took a step back. “No- I’m yours. Your daughter. You can’t-”

“You ain’t!” He yelled, voice breaking. “Every time I see you, I’m just reminded of my failure as a man, my failure led my wife astray. You’re my consequence.” He quivered as he spoke, almost as if talking about it physically hurt him. 

“Momma. Ma. Tell me he’s lyin’. Please. Momma, please.” Her Momma put her face in her hands, and tears began to fall. 

No. Sammy’s ears were ringing. She looked at her sisters, who looked uncomfortable and guilty, yet not shocked. They knew. They all knew. All those times her cousins excluded her, the way her aunts and uncles whispered about her when they thought she wasn’t looking, the way her Momma's husband favored her sisters. They all knew she wasn’t his. She felt numb. “I’m sorry, Sammy, I’m so sorry.” She vaguely heard her Momma’s voice, but none of that mattered.

Who was she? 

Sammy wiped her eyes, yet the tears kept coming. “All these years, you let him treat me like this, over something you did, and you just sat and watched? Now you’re sorry?” Sammy’s voice was louder now. “You- you let me call him my Daddy when you knew he didn’t even see me as his?” She’d never experienced this type of anger. It was scorching in her chest, fogging her mind. She turned to her Momma’s husband, “ A-and you! You- I loved you! All I ever wanted to do was make you proud, You were my hero! I would’ve done anything to make you look at me like you did them!” She said, pointing to her sisters. 

“I never would’ve made you proud, would I? It was never worth the effort. I would’ve never been good enough.” Somehow, Sammy wasn’t just telling them, she was telling herself.

Her kin sat there, none of them looking her in the eye. That hurt worse. They couldn’t even give her the decency of looking at her. “ You know what, fine. Have the family you wanted. I’ll make sure your consequence isn’t here.” Sammy said as she turned and left. 

———

She got in her car and drove off without a second word or a look back. As she drove, all she could do was cry. She didn’t know what to do with herself. What does someone do when they find out one of the biggest lies of their life? Maybe go to a therapist or-

Yaz.

She wanted Yaz. She needed Yaz. Just to hear her voice, just to not be alone for a single moment. She needed to get home and call Yaz. Everything would be fine then.

She drove and drove and drove till her house finally came into sight. She sloppily parked on the side and fumbled with the keys, barely able to see through her tears. When it was open, she threw it shut behind her, not caring to lock it back. She didn’t turn any lights on. The house felt empty with or without them. She just wanted Yaz, her voice, her warmth, her assurance. She dialed as fast as she could, the only light being her phone as she fumbled with it through tears.

Ringing…

Please answer.

Ringing…

If no other time-

Ringing… 

Pleasepleasepleasepl-

Hi, This is Yaz, Leave a messa-

She yelled as he threw her phone against the wall. She stood there for a moment, breathing heavily, before sitting down on her bed and sobbing into her knees. Who was she? How could something she took so much pride in be taken away from her so easily? Her family, her heritage, her name. Why did it have to be me? It isn’t fair.

It isn’t fair.

———

Bessie was delivered a week later. No note, no explanation. Just a random driver with a livestock trailer. 

Sammy had never felt hatred till that day.

———

[minimoxha]

Tangled

Summary: After his wife and daughter died he thought he lost everything. However, you for some reason, you’d didn’t disappear. So, Miguel locked you up. He had to find some way to protect you so you couldn’t be taken from him like Gabriella. What better way to do that then keep you in his dimension where he could get to you in case of anything.

Warnings: Low key bad parenting, Mother knows best lyrics, Cussing if you squint. Maybe bad Spanish, things I grew up listening to.

W/C:

A/n This might be bad, it’s been a long time since i’ve written fanfic so bare with me! If you want a part two or three because i’ll prolly make a part too just let me know. And please give me some good Miguel and hobie fanfics down below!

Part two to this is posted: here

series masterlist is here

Even without a spider sense, Miguel could tell that something was up. The way she kept looking at him as she ate her breakfast, the way she kept shifting in her seat on the bar of their house that was really more of a castle that he forced her in years ago; and the way she was scarfing down her food so fast that it didn't even look like she had swallowed. Miguel liked to think that he knew his daughter pretty well, when her sister and mother died he became the only person she spoke to on a daily basis. However, who she spoke to wasn’t by choice. No, it was by force.

It was because her dad had locked her up in their house in order to ‘protect’ her from the dangers that could possibly be outside. Maybe an anomaly or some silly boy wanting to give you more but heartbreak. Miguel was all about protecting his one and only. You weren't bored in the house until now, your 18th birthday had finally been the day that cleaning, art, knitting, sewing and any of the other hobbies your dad had brought home for you to try became too tiring for your newly adult brain. You wanted to see the fireworks that unknowingly to you, Miguel set off every year in celebration for you. You wanted to meet actual people instead of being cooped up in the same boring house (Even if it was Huge!) every single day. It never actually rang to Miguel that one day, protecting you meant letting you out of his grasp at least once. Which is also why this time; he couldn't pinpoint what exactly was wrong with his daughter this time around.

“Que paso?” Miguel asked, food still in his mouth and turning to his daughter who had the same look on her face.

“It’s my birthday dad” His daughter, Y/n answered. She still had the smile on her face, when has Miguel ever said no to his daughter? Every single day she’d ask “when can I go out?” He’d always tell her someday and her eighteenth birthday had to be the day, Right? “I want to see the fireworks as my birthday present.”

Miguel’s eyes looked at her empty, as if there were no thoughts whatsoever behind his eyes. Except, all he could think about was holding Gabriella and you in his arms when she completely glitched and disappeared. The world risks something that would take his baby, his daughter, the thing that he fights for every single time he defeats an anomaly.

“You can see them from the window, you see them every year mami. Why is it so special this year?” (I see a lot of people using mami sexually but my dad and aunts called me and my sister mami as a nickname so that's what it’ll be!)

“I want to see them up close, outside dad. I’m tired of staying here all day every day. I need sun” She spoke, making Mig’s fist clench harder and harder on his fork, it was just about breaking now, minutes from that if he kept it up. “Please dad, I’m old enough to take care of myself. I’m eighteen! I can’t stay here forever with you. I want to go and have a life, meet people, make memo-”

“You speak as if you know so much about making a life. Mija, you know how dangerous it is out there. You are too naive, gullible, and ditzy to think that you will be safe with people waiting to mug you the moment you step foot from this house. I’m saying this because I love you. The final answer is no.” Miguel growled before finally snapping his fork in half and letting a sigh out. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair before taking the two clean bowls to the kitchen leaving his daughter to sit– dreams broken and in silence. Did he really completely turn her down? Suddenly, the girl felt her face heat up and her eyes develop that certain wetness that always came around on her birthday, never this early though. What coule she do now? What would happen now? Would she be stuck here forever without any way to get outside?

The familiar voice of her father woke her out of her thoughts. He came over, Putting an arm around his daughter as she leaned into his touch, sniffling. “Don’t cry, Mija. This is for the best so nothing will happen to you.” She nodded into his arms, not convinced. Miguel sighed and grabbed her head with his hand, turning the girl to face him. He could see the sadness that lied on his daughters face. However, he’d rather hurt her feelings then have her be hurt by anyone else. Why would she want to go out there when he could give her anything she ever wanted, easily. “Mija, I’m saying this because I love you. I want to protect you, tú entiendes.” The girl nodded and her dad kissed her forehead before leaving the house without even so much as a bye to his daughter. .

She didn’t understand. Why was it that every teen that she saw on the tv and her computer were able to go live outside their houses and have fun. Make memories like parties and Malls and games? Why was the world so dangerous for her but not for everyone else? The girl got up and walked to the kitchen where Miguel left his and her dirty dishes in the sink. She had to clean again, even on a day as special as her birthday. It was almost like, he didn’t even care. The girl turned on music, a group called Exon, the group was home to her dimension and happened to be dropping by for a concert in Nueva York. She was contemplating asking to go but Miguels answer would probably be the same as always. A no. Y/n felt those familiar tears well up in her eye before the sound of her window opening sprung her away from the music. Whoever was trying to break in, was really loud with it. Quickly, she grabbed whatever was closest to her- A frying pan and continued to the Dining room hesitantly.

Millions of thoughts were racing through the girls head. Who was breaking in? How did they get past the security system even she couldn’t break? Was what miguel said true? Were people really waiting on you in order to kill or rob you? Her thoughts disappeared when she stood in the entryway , seeing nothing but an empty dining room. She stood hands on her hips, questioning if maybe what she heard was apart of the song and the alarm system blaring was just an accident.

“‘Ello love, Have you seen this big man wearing a red and black spandex suit? He looks like a clown almost.” With a gasp, The girl turned to face another spider-man, just like your father. But this one was different, he was wearing clothes along with the suit. The suit even had cool little spikes on his head. She couldn’t stop herself from staring at him in awe, her eyes only widened when the man took his mask off. He was brown skin with Wiks Littering his head. She could tell that he grew his hair out for a while to achieve as much hair he had. Piercings littered his face, adding to the rocker touch that the man already gave. She dropped the pan to the floor and scrambles to get her thoughts together. So he was another spider-man, looking for her father. A cute spider-man at that.

Of course, she knew about Hq and the whole dimension things but usually people contacted him through his watch and not his phone. So how was he here and not through the hologram? It’d been ages since she’s seen another person other than her dad, it almost didn’t feel real or right to be here, looking at someone. “My names Y/n. My dad- My dad’s not here right now actually he just left.” She said, looking everywhere but in the eyes of the spiky spider-man. “What’s your name? You’re a spider-man just like him?”

The man gave a nod before walking through the house and taking a closer look. The girl followed right behind him watching him with wide eyes as he checked out the house. The two ended up right in the kitchen. “I’m sorry- who are you? Why are you roming my house like you know it?” She Was now defensive, arms crossed and shifted on one leg. If men had anything it was the audacity to roam her house without an intoxication at least.

“Right. Names Hobbie Brown.”

Thanks for reading! I hope y’all enjoyed that, it’s been a long time since i’ve written so i’ll try to produce better things next time! Until then,

[30somethingautisticteacher]

Fuck it Friday

I was tagged by @girlwonder-writes 🙂

This is from my Tevan and Tarlos dad story, which also takes place in the Team Kinard universe. In this scene, the four dads are out on a double date while the 126 are babysitting Tommy and Buck's son Emmett and TK and Carlos' daughter Gabriella.

***

The two couples settled into their booth at the Tex-Mex restaurant, the aroma of spices and sizzling fajitas filling the air. After ordering their drinks and some appetizers, the conversation flowed easily.

"So, Tommy," TK asked, leaning forward slightly, "when did you know you were gay?"

Tommy thought for a moment before answering, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Well, I guess a part of me always knew, but I didn't really recognize it until freshman year of high school. I was on the baseball team and couldn't stop staring and thinking how good my teammates' asses looked in those tight baseball pants."

The table erupted in laughter, with Buck giving Tommy's hand a squeeze under the table.

"So you came out in high school?" Carlos asked, curious.

Tommy's expression sobered. "No, definitely not. I was closeted for almost 20 years after that. My dad was a massive homophobe and it wasn't safe for me to be gay in that environment. Then I was in the military during Don't Ask, Don't Tell, so I just became more and more miserable and closeted."

A moment of understanding silence fell over the table. TK and Carlos exchanged glances, recognizing the pain in Tommy's voice.

Buck, sensing Tommy's discomfort, spoke up. "But look at you now, babe. You're out, proud, and married to the hottest firefighter in LA." He winked, trying to lighten the mood.

Tommy chuckled, the tension easing from his shoulders. "Damn right, sweetheart."

TK smiled. "It's amazing how far we've all come, isn't it? I mean, look at us now - two queer couples on a double date, all of us in jobs we love, being who we are without hiding."

Carlos nodded in agreement. "It's not always easy, but it's worth it to live authentically."

As they savored their appetizers, Tommy turned to TK and Carlos. "What about you guys? How were your coming out experiences?"

TK grinned, setting down his fork. "Well, my story's probably not as dramatic as some. I grew up in Manhattan with very liberal parents. I was out and proud before I'd even had my Bar Mitzvah."

"Seriously?" Buck asked, eyebrows raised. "That young?"

TK nodded. "Yeah, I was lucky. My parents were incredibly supportive. Being gay was just... normal in our household. It was never a big deal."

All eyes then turned to Carlos, who took a sip of his drink before speaking. "My experience was... complicated. I came out when I was 17. My parents hugged me, and then... never mentioned it again."

The table quieted, sensing the weight of Carlos's words.

Carlos continued, "I ended up shoving myself back into the closet and even married my high school best friend." He paused, glancing at TK with a soft smile. "It wasn't until I started dating TK that I finally had a real conversation with my parents about it."

"How did that go?" Tommy asked gently.

"Better than I expected, actually," Carlos replied. "Everything's good now. My mom is great, and my dad... he had fully accepted me before he passed away. He was even supposed to be the best man at our wedding."

TK squeezed Carlos's hand supportively.

"I'm glad it worked out in the end," Buck said sincerely.

Tommy nodded in agreement. "To living our truths, whether we figured them out early or later in life," he said, raising his glass.

The others joined in the toast, the clink of their glasses punctuating the moment of shared understanding.

No pressure tags:

@typicalopposite @cosyvelvetorchid

[dreamlightmagicgarden]

@seachant asked: "so this is called a fork." she signs and points as they're sat at the dining table and ariel is teaching gabriella all about humans. "scuttle told me it's called a dinglehopper and that humans use these to comb their hair." with each word accompanies sign language; now thinking back it's an amusing memory. "but they actually use it to eat!" and ariel demonstrates, twirling the pasta around the fork and bringing it to her mouth, chewing quickly and enjoying the flavor. "see? it's convenient, right?? now you try it."

Gabriella looked utterly shocked and at the same time curious about the thing called a fork, grabbing her own as she watched Ariel demonstrate and tell her about what she knew. She was so very happy to see her friend signaling to her, made her feel at home. Especially since she couldn't have Ollie with her to help comunicate.

{Dingglehopper sounds better than fork tho.}

Gabriella said before taking her own and doing what she saw Ariel doing. Took her a couple tries as she was still unfamiliar with the whole physics change from being out of water, but eventually she managed it, showing her fork with pasta excitetly.

{I did it!}

[pumpkin-k1tty]

A warm loving family.

Miguel O'Hara x Non binary Dominican reader!

Warnings: None!

Third person used!

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The day started off simple, [Y/N] woke up to the sun shining through the blinds, which colors Miguel and Gabriella's face with a warm orange color. They smiled, running a finger through his hair with a ghost touch-they didn't want to wake him after all.

After a few moments [Y/N] decided that it was time to start breakfast, sliding out of bed carefully and tiptoeing towards the door. "Madre?" They hear a soft yet groggy voice call out for them, they curse gently before turning around with a crooked smile.

Sitting up, was the small child, Gabriella. "What are you doing up, Cariño?” They whisper, inching closer before slowly picking her up from the bed. “Hungry…” Gabriella grumbles as she was carried.

[Y/N] swiftly makes it out the room with Gab in their hands, sitting on their hip. “Well, want to help me make breakfast?” They smile as they put the small child down, who smiled back in return. “Yeah!”

Gabriella shouts before [Y/ N] quickly shushed her. “Shhh! We must not wake padre…” They whisper. “It shall be a surprise okay?” They finish their sentence with a giggle, which Gab nods and giggles along.

Quietly, they start making breakfast together, the radio playing softly in the background. They sing along, having too much fun to remember the “sleeping” Miguel in the bedroom. They were a mess, covered in pancake batter and flower, though they couldn’t be bothered to clean up at the time.

Miguel, now standing in the doorway, watching his spouse and daughter cook breakfast quietly, smiled as he watched with loving eyes. “Veo que se están divirtiendo sin mí."

He walks forward as he makes his presence known, wrapping his strong arms around [Y/N]’s waist. They flinched before relaxing. “Thought you were still asleep…” They mumble, fixing up the plate.

“Not anymore…” He hums, peppering kisses all along the side of their neck. “Ew!” Gabriella gives a fake gag as she speaks up, giggling afterwards. “Ew? Oh really..? AH-HA!” Miguel grabs Gabriella, making her squeal and laugh as he tickles her sides.

[Y/N] smiles at the scene, putting down the three plates of breakfast down on the table. “Alright, alright…” They mumble, looking up at them both. “Come eat you two, it’s your favorite Miguel..” They teased, sitting down.

Gabriella was quick to jump to her seat and start scarfing down her breakfast, her hands and face quickly getting messy. “Gabby, use your fork, Mi vida…” Miguel nudges her with a smirk, now in his seat as he grabs his own utensils. 

She stuck out her touch teasingly before grabbing her fork and continuing to eat. Both [Y/N] and Miguel smiled as they began to eat as well. The atmosphere filled with the warmth of love and familiarity.

Translations, (I used google translate btw):

“Veo que se están divirtiendo sin mí” (I see you guys are having fun without me.)

“Madre?” (Mother)

“Padre.” (Father)

“Mi vida.” (My life)

“Cariño.” (Darling)

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Are you satisfied by Marina and the diamonds is so Miguel OHara coded

STOP IT CAUSE I WILL CRY

Are You Satisfied?!!

And MOWGLI'S ROAD!!!!!

Mowgli's Road by Marina is THE Miguel song hands down.

I could write a while essay about how I think Mowgli's road couple be Miguels sorry 1:1

But IN SHORT:

Like the first verse (left) - Starting with the silver spoons being almost like the sins of Miguel's life. The things that made him want to leave in the first place. Having the dream of leaving.

And the fantasy of him trying to 'escape' to Gabriella's world - but canon, the metaphorical 'King of the Jungle', calling his buff.

And how in the future after Gabriella is gone he's at a fork in the road so this time he'll just do what canon tells him to do, even though he doesn't know who he is in the universe anymore

And the second verse (right) being him forcing that idea on Miles.

Mocking that Miles thinks he can 'say yes to everything' and save everyone.

But he wonders if that optimism might actually cause Miles to win, to beat him.

The final lines of the verse - Miguel asking Miles if he thinks he's good enough as Spider-man to save his father -

Asking if Miles thinks he's good enough to love his father, and for his father to love him as Spider-man

BRUH. MARINA GOES HARD.

If you're reading this and haven't heard the song, I HIGHLY recommend it. That album was probably my favorite all throughout middle school/high school.

It came out like 2010isssh - 2011 and it's a really dramatic almost folk rock song. SO GOOD.

Thank you SO MUCH because I'm gonna go imagine Moche singing those songs and pretending she wrote them about him :)

because that's something I do to entertain myself that's why am my ocs are musicians do y'all do that in your heads like pretend you're ocs are in a music video hm

Moche on guitar and vocals Diane can be on bass (Mowgli's Road has an AMAZING bassline) and Hobie on electric guitar

[yuxmemi-01]

First post! This is Chapter one of Crescent Moon, a twilight fantasy fiction involving my original character.

Abril x Jasper

It was exactly one forty seven in the morning when I recieved the news that id be moving in with my godmother. The first thought I had was, what if im a burden? No one wants to feel that way, I mean—shes only seen me a few times, ive only gone to forks once and that was for the summer, I felt like such a burden, and I dont want to feel that way ever again.

“Too late.”

I say to myself as I walk towards the cheery lady in the grey toyota—Brie, short for Gabriella, my godmother. She isnt able to have kids of her own, so when my parents had me, it was the best day of her life.

Brie moved to forks for a fresh start, kinda like what my parents are doing for me. She graduated from law school and decided it was time to go somewhere she always wanted to go—America, specifically Washingon, but she didnt want to be around a lot of people, so forks was perfect for her, like it will be for me, hopefully.

“So, hows school been?” Small talk, damnit. “Its been fine, a little boring though.” Not just that, its been hell, I wish I could drop out, but I cant, I have too much I need to accomplish.

“Thats too bad, you want to go shopping? You need to fill up that closet in your new room somehow right?” Shes too sweet, she doesnt need to, I know she doesnt want to, I dont want pity.

“Thats really okay, you dont need to-“

“Its okay Querita, lets go get you some cute clothes.” She offers a soft dimpled smile, she could be a model if she really wanted to, Brie has gorgeous shiny black hair with the smoothest skin and perfect teeth, shes forty but looks twenty years younger than that.

The store smells of incense and new clothes, Brie and I split up, she goes to pic out a few things for herself and I go straight to the opposite side of the store, where the granny clothes lay waiting, baggy ugly dresses and oversized hoodies, nice and comfortable…

I pick out a few loose fitting jeans and hoodies, and a pair of shoes, I hope she buys it all.

“Ugh!” Brie gasps dramatically. “Cariña, qué es esto?!” Shit, maybe I did grab too much!

“Im sorry, I can put some back.” I shift my foot to turn but she grabs my arm, “honey no! Those clothes are too big, and wheres the color?” She drags me to the other side of the store, grabs the clothes and throws them on a rack. “We need to get you something cute, make a good impression yknow?” I sigh and cross my arms, “none of these clothes are going to fit me!”

“What are you talking about? Were like the same size.” She gestured to both of our bodies, I laugh. “No we arent, im bigger than you!”

“Hun, no you arent.” She laughs as she picks up a shirt and puts it to my chest, “what bra size do you wear?”

God this is embarrassing, “double D.” “Same here.” She smiles and picks a few more things. We travel isle to isle, grabbing different clothes and underwear for me, why is she doing this? Did my parents tell her to?

“Isnt this too much money?” I say at checkout, the total was way over five hundred. “Of course not! You dont think ive been saving for your move here?” This was planned? How long have they been plotting on my move?

We visit a few other stores, perfume stores, decor stores, music stores. The car is completely full of things that I didnt need, which I couldn’t be more greatful for, I just…dont understand why, why go through all this trouble?

“Home sweet home!” Brie says as we bring in the rest of the bags. “I have to show you your room, come.” She gestures me to hold her hand and we walk up the stairs. We make it to the door and it has a sign with my name on it, she made me a custom sign?

I look at her excited face as the light from the open door hits her face, I turn my head and im met with the most gorgeous room I’ve ever laid my eyes upon. The first thing I see is a bed thats looks like a queen maybe? A pretty black headboard and baseboard, a purple silky sheet set with pillows to match, a rug, bookshelves with a rocking chair on the left side of the room, and to the right has a big closet that looks like it could fit a car.

what the hell did I do to deserve such a good thing?

“Brie…” tears start to well in my eyes, how much did this cost? Why me? “Thank you so much-“ she holds me tight to her chest as I let my tears fall, why is the universe being so good to me all of a sudden?

“How did you know I liked purple?” I reluctantly pry myself away from her “im your mother, I know everything about you.”

She smiles at me, that swells something in my heart, is this what it feels like to be cared for? To be payed attention to? It feels nice….

“You should unpack, I’ll go buy us some dinner.”

She rubs my shoulder and goes downstairs, the sound of the door later follows.

I inspect the room multiple times in disbelief, no way this is mine, I laugh to myself as I rush downstairs to get comfortable in my new room.

Its currently eight O’clock, my room is unpacked and decorated and a shower has been taken, and my stomach is full, I plop down on my bed and take in a deep breath of my new perfume, I could get used to this!

Ive never had such a luxury before, me? have a nice room? Never crossed my mind, ive been in survival mode for most of my life, maybe this is when I finally get to relax…

That night was the night it started, the dreams.

I was in a forest, a very dark forest. I was running, I didn’t know why I was running until I looked beside me, keeping up with me was something that you only see in movies, a golden eyed beast. It had wild light fur, not like anything I’ve ever seen on an animal, a blonde color, actually. It leaps at me and I wake up.

“Gah!” I wake up panting and in a cold sweat, what was that? It’s five in the morning, just great!

I hope out of bed to get ready early, I smile as I make my way to my clothes filled closet, how aesthetically pleasing.

I pick a pair of jeans and a tank top, I just grab a thin jacket to cover my shoulders and stomach, the clothes were a tight fut as expected, i have never felt more vintage in a pair of jeans. I didn’t bother looking in the mirror doing my hair, its muscle memory, I stopped looking in the mirror a long time ago. I eat an apple and yogurt and eventually Brie wakes up to take me to school, I have to buy me a car, I cant depend on others, that wouldn’t be fair.

I get my schedule and start heading towards the main building for first hour, I get plentiful stares, transferring during the second semester was sure to bring multiple glances, damn! I need to get out of here…

I speed up and start to rapidly search for my class, “where is it?-“ I clash with someone mid speed walk, talk about embarrassing, she stumbles and I catch her by the shoulders. “Im so sorry, oh my god I didn’t mean to!”

What a way to make a first impression Abril! I mentally bash myself in the head.

“No it���s fine, all good.” She shakes her head and laughs. She looks at me a second, puzzled. She must know im new, shes never once seen me. While she stares I notice her features, pretty brown big eyes and brown hair with the palest skin I’ve ever seen, how pretty.

“Im sorry! Are you new?” She says with a confused look.

“Yes, I am actually.”

“Figures, ive never seen you around, whats your name?”

“Abril, Abril Torrez” her eyes widen.

“Thats a pretty name, mines is Bella, Bella Swan. Whats your first hour?”

I giggle, “thank you, I have English with Mr. Mason” I smile as she smiles wider, “sweet, We have the same first hour, you were going the wrong way, you passed it.” She points out.

“Oh thats so embarrassing!” I slap my forehead and turn the other way, we start to walk together.

The day goes by relatively fast and I make it to fourth hour, Chemistry.

“Nice to meet you Abril, could you introduce yourself to the class?” What?! Shes the only teacher so far to ask me that, why, why, why!

“Uhm…My name is Abril Torrez, it’s nice to meet you.” My heart is racing from just that one interaction, “okay, now for a seat…ah, you can sit by Hale, Hale raise your hand.” The teacher says, a hand from the left side of the room raises, sitting there was something I would of never thought I would ever see.

Such an ethereal face, those eyes…theyre black and almost primal, he has slight bruises under his eyes, and his face…that build. I couldn’t possibly sit by him, no way.

I cant just stand frozen, so sadly I have no choice. In the left corner, the seat by him was open, chills ran down my spine as the atmosphere shifts almost instantly, I cant look him in the eye, but I can tell hes nit happy, hes stiff as a board….almost as if he isn’t breathing, does he not want to sit next to me that bad? His demeanor was off the entire class period, I just wanted to get out, it was degrading, insulting even. He darted out the door before the bell rung…

The only thing I looked forward to was talking to Bella, she was the only person that talked to me today.

The lunch line is long and crowded, I grab a little salad, an apple, and a water. I spot Bella and start to make my way towards the table she was seated at, when all of a sudden I get a strong urge to look to the opposite side of the room, there sat Hale and four more Ethereal beings, they all sat staring at me, looking like beautifully sculpted statues, pale—bruised under eyes, and the darkest eyes ive ever seen. Am I staring too much? This is embarrassing, I want to be invisible!

My clothes are too tight, they feel itchy, I cant do this I need to sit, eugh!

I take a huge breath of hair once I sit down, the pressure is too much. “Hey.” A soft mature viice rings in my ear, which I instantly recognize as that girl Bella.

“Oh, hey.” I say out of breath. “Are you okay?”

“Who are those people in the corner?” She looks back and makes a face of realization, “oh! You mean the Cullens.” She smiles and waves at one, a bronze haired boy waves back with a smile, breath taking.

“Im getting deja vu.”

Hm? Who is that? I dont even have to turn because soon the table floods with four other people, making the table total six, which is way too much, too many people in one space, and im new! I think im going to pass out.

“Tell me about it.” A blonde boy says, responding to the brown haired girl. The table introduces themselves one by one, the brown haired girl is Jessica, the tall girl with glasses is Angela, the geeky boy is Ben, and the blonde boy is Mike.

“So, Abril, you wanna know about the Cullens ey?” Ben says nudging my shoulder, I feel awkward and as stiff as a board, I just wanna go home…

“Well, yes.” I say. “Then bella should do the honors then, yes?” Jessica says, with a snap in her tone, she seems bitter.

Bella rolls her eyes and starts, “first, the Blonde girl? Thats rosalie, shes the twin brother to the blonde boy, Jasper.”

That boy, so his First name is Jasper? Something about his hair is familiar, and those eyes…

“The black haired girl with the pixie cut is Alice, the boy with the short curly hair is Emmett, and the bronze haired one is Edward, my boyfriend, theyre all adopted siblings and the adoptive kids of Esme and Carlisle Cullen. Rosalie and emmett are dating.”

“Wha-huh?!” I do I double take, did she say boyfriend? So she knows them personally!

“So, you know them on a personal level?” She smiles, “I guess you could say that, yeah.”

I look over one last time and all of them are just staring a hole into my soul. I feel like crying, why are they staring? Is there something wrong with the way I look? My hair? Clothes? Body? What is it? I adjust my clothes but still feel uncomfortable.

My last hour is P.E with bella and Mike, I cant get that Jasper boy out of my head, why is he so familiar?

[kokiriofthevalley]

My silly little Ganondorf headcannons

(curing my boredom and my first post on tumblr lol anyways)

Ocarina Of Time

✷he wears gold lipstick/makeup that was commissioned by him from the other gerudo that has very specific, precise and even rare ingredients that can't be made better anywhere else in Hyrule

✷i feel like his usual outfit was made to go to Hyrule, rather than be an outfit he typically wears while in gerudo fortress and his actual outfits look similar to his people's, maybe because it's traditionally considered more feminine? And he felt like they (Hyrule) wouldn't take him seriously unless he was conforming to Hyrule's gender binary of clothes

✷I feel like he'd be really reserved at any type of function or party that's not hosted by him/any other gerudo, like an older sibling at a birthday party. But he would be civil and "involved" with others when he knows it means gaining and maintaining a reputation

✷you would not catch him DEAD doing karaoke if any hylian is there or in a 100 mile radius dear GOD but give him more than a few drinks and leave him by himself and when you come back he'd be soloing "I need a hero" in no time

Wind Waker

✷I already wonder what he did everyday for the past however long between getting out/being freed from the sacred realm and kidnapping blonde children

✷but I think he would send bokoblins and moblins to raid islands for their books, specifically history and folklore books so he could not only gather info of what's happened over how ever long he had been gone but also get at least an idea of what happened to the hero of time and/or princess Zelda afterwords

✷ I'm not even going to lie, when he kidnapped that rich girl that link has to save and she becomes poor, he definitely stole her eyeliner if she had it on her, or he at least got his monsters to raid some woman's makeup drawer

✷He would 100% duet "gotta go my own way" with the helmaroc king while drunk, he would let himself have fun and sing 'cringe' songs he's tired ok

He would do Gabriellas part let's not lie here

Twilight Princess

✷He would get into the Salty Spitoon just by walking past it on the street

✷I personally think he wrapped up the sword of the six sages because it glowed like a light saber and it gave away his location at least one time to some random ass person he then had to kill

At LEAST once thinking about it is so funny lol, you see some tall guy with a glowing stick while going to buy a bag of flour or something and now you're dead lol

✷when he's in bed and he's recalling his earlier days, he definitely cringes to himself at the fact that he got snitched on by a child who most likely can't tell you what a verb, an adjective or a hyperbole is

✷he has to take off his crown(?) when he goes to bed (and even IF he does sleep) because he tried to go to bed with it on once and woke up to his pillow absolutely torn the FUCK up, like it was just rags at that point

Tears Of The Kingdom

This one is gut feelings because I haven't played it yet because I'm broke and if anyone sees this pls don't comment spoilers 😭

✷takes VERY good care of himself/his appearance and definitely has people who work in Hyrule castle who have a crush on him (both male and female and also gender nonconforming)

✷Trained from an early age to fight, but specialized in swordplay and archery, rather than fighting with his bare fists

✷I saw from others posts that don't have spoilers that he absolutely dispises rauru. He would 100% act petty. He would subtlety deform rarus cutlery if they all have a meal together when nobody is looking. not to the point where it's obviously bent but like the handles aren't straight at all now and he knows that they can't fix it unless they completely melt the forks and knives down to reform them

✷He also definitely "discovered" a broken window or two in Hyrule castle

[mdshh]

Meet Gabriella Forks! 🧸

[middleearthpixie]

Promise Me ~ Chapter Twelve

Summary: Friends since childhood, Gabriella has long held back her feelings where Boromir is concerned, as she did not want to risk losing his friendship if he didn't feel the same. But, then he is summoned to Rivendell, and the night before he is to leave, he stuns Gabriella by confessing his feelings for her as well. 

But, war is coming and he cannot put off what he knows must be done. All Gabriella can do is wait for him and pray for his safe return. 

Fandom: The Lord of the Rings (AU, Boromir lives)

Pairing: Boromir x ofc Gabriella

Characters: Gabriella, Boromir, Aron

Warnings: none 

Rating: T

Word Count: 3.9k

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Previous chapters can be found here.

Sunlight managed its way through the dusty windowpanes, hitting Boromir in the face to rouse him from sleep. He lay there for a long moment, the surroundings wholly unfamiliar. The bed was narrow, the room small and dingy, with heavy furnishings too big and dark for the space. A hint of a sour smell lingered in the air. Dust motes swirled in the faint beams of light that managed to make their way through those smudged panes.

Then he smiled. Firm breasts pressed into his back. A slender arm draped about his hips. The room was small and dingy and odd-smelling, but with Gabby curved up against him, it hardly mattered. 

Her fingers swept gently along his stomach and warm lips pressed into his back just above his shoulder blade. Then came another kiss. And another still.

“Mmm… this is a nice way to awaken,” he murmured. 

“You should not have stayed here,” she murmured back, snuggling closer, the fronts of her thighs firm against the backs of his. “If anyone should see you, they would surely talk.”

“Let them. You’ve agreed to marry me, Gabby. The worst that could come from any gossip? We push our wedding up sooner.” He carefully shifted to face her. “And that is not exactly a terrible thing, is it?”

“Well, no,” she tucked her hands beneath her cheek as she smiled at him, “but I’d rather not be gossiped about if I might help it.”

“I will silence any loose lips who dare speak ill of you.”

“That might grow complicated.”

“You are worth a bit of complication, love.” He smiled at the delicate flush that swept up into her cheeks and without thinking, added, “Have you any idea how beautiful you are, Gabriella?”

That flush deepened as she averted her gaze for a moment. “You have to say such things.”

“I say them because they are true and for no other reason.” He reached over to cup her cheek with one hand. “You are beautiful, and I’ve thought so since the first time I saw you.”

“When I was but thirteen?”

He thought back to that moment on the riverbanks, when he’d seen her for the first time, how the sight of her stopped him in his tracks and left him staring at her as if struck dumb, which, of course, he was.

At supper that night, he mentioned seeing a pretty girl down by the river and his father quickly disabused him of the notion of pursuing her. 

“Your duty is to Gondor first,” he’d said with a scowl, reaching for his goblet of mead with one hand, placing his other over the fork Faramir rapped against the table. “Enough with that, boy.”

Boromir glanced at his brother, then back to his father. “But you didn't see her, Father. She was… oh, there are no words…”

“You will not chase girls when you have far more important matters needing your attention. Lust fades. Passion dies. Gondor… that is all that matters. Our power. That all that matters.”

But, those words were hardly enough to deter him, and what began as the pursuit of youthful lust became a friendship he treasured more than any others. He’d waited nearly a quarter of a century for this moment, for her, and she had been worth every second of that wait.

“Ah, but I was only sixteen. And sixteen year old me thought thirteen year old you was beautiful.” He came up over her then, urging her onto her back. “And you are far more so now, you know.”

“I think you have kept this side hidden from me for far too long, Boromir. I’ve always thought of you as a warrior and not a poet, but now I wonder.”

He offered up a grin. “You’ve brought it out in me, I suppose.”

She reached up to brush his hair away from his forehead. “You are full of surprises, you know.”

“I have my moments.”

“That you do.” Her fingers lingered along his left eyebrow. “How did you get this scar?”

“That?” He brought his hand up to cover hers. “Faramir did it when we were younger. I was fifteen. He was ten and I was teaching him some of the basics of swordplay and he caught me with the pommel and split my head open.”

“Oh, that must’ve hurt something terrible.”

“It did. But, my father was convinced I was going to bleed to death and Faramir was punished far more harshly than he truly deserved.” He sighed softly, meeting her eyes once more. “I remember being terrified when Ioreth told me it needed to be sewn. I’d never had anything stitched up before that. But, I couldn’t say anything and couldn't possibly show any fear. My father would have never forgiven me.”

“Did that hurt as well? I’ve never had stitches.”

“It did, but getting hit hurt far worse.” He shifted back to where he’d been laying. “Although I’ve always felt I should apologize to Faramir, for I’m certain his being punished was infinitely worse than any of it.”

“I think it’s nice, how you have always looked out for him.” She settled against him, her head tucked against his chest, her arm draped about his hips, her breath warm across his skin. “I always wished I had a brother or sister. It could be quite lonely for me as a child.”

“Is that why you stole one of my father’s horses?”

She peered up at him. “I did not steal that horse, either and you know it. I was on my way to the river for a swim when I saw her there. Now, you need remember, I’d only ever seen horses from a distance, but always thought they were absolutely beautiful animals, so I admit to wanting a closer look. And if I could figure out how to climb up onto one, I might have tried to ride her.”

A hint of defiance crept into her voice, which made him smile. But just as quickly as he smiled, it faded. He’d given little thought to how she’d grown up, the daughter of a tavern owner, and how it compared to his own upbringing. His had been a comfortable childhood, if touched by sadness, but it was far easier than hers, he wagered. 

“Did you know how to ride?”

“No,” she confessed, the defiance replaced by sheepishness, “but that wouldn’t have stopped me. So, it was probably for the best that you happened upon us when you did.”

“Do you know how to ride now?”

She offered up a wicked grin that made his blood warm by a few degrees as she said, “Yes… but not horses.”

Every fiber in his body tightened with that low purr and that seductive smile and he couldn’t help but smile back, whispering, “Is that so?”

“It is, indeed.”

His breath became difficult to catch as she eased herself over him this time. She leaned in, her lips just brushing his as she whispered, “Shall I show you?”

“Oh, you most definitely should,” he managed to whisper back, reaching up to run his fingers through her hair, to draw it away from her face and gather the silky strands in his hands. He loved the way she felt against him, loved how perfect it seemed. He ached to touch her, to let his hands simply roam over her, to let his lips caress every bare inch of her creamy skin. Her lips found his, soft and gentle, and if she’d asked him to give her the moon at that moment, he’d have done everything in his power to rope it in and give it to her. 

He released her hair to wrap her in his arms, heat surging through him as her tongue caressed his. She came flush against him, the firm mounds of her breasts pressed so enticingly against his chest. Her skin was so soft, he couldn’t resist skimming his hands down along her back, up along the curve of her backside. Her breath hitched as he pulled her hard against him, and when he gently urged her onto her back, she slid her hands up along the back of his neck, into his hair, and it was her turn to grip and tug it.

A teasing zing swept across his scalp, which served only to fire his ardor hotter. Carefully, he rolled to pin her beneath him. He nudged his hips into the cradle of her thighs, a soft moan wafting to his lips as her heat met his, as her softness beckoned to him and teased him. No woman ever had the power over him that his Gabby had over him. And he would never cede his own power to any woman.

Except for her. 

He drew back, breathless as he gazed down at her. “I love you.”

Her smile twisted his insides in ways he’d never felt before, and her eyes swirled silver as she whispered back, “I love you, too.” 

He slid a hand along the curve of her inner thigh, smiling as her breath hitched and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth. His blood grew warmer still as his teasing caress brought an airy sigh to her lips. 

His fingers slid higher, drawn to that sensual heat. The slow, steady, deliciously dull ache of desire swirled through him, and his body responded as she trailed her fingernails down along his spine. 

“Boromir…” she whispered, her eyes heavy-lidded as her fingers curled about the back of his neck to tug him down to meet her kiss.

It took no urging and as their lips met, he reached to position himself—

“Gab? What are you—” The door banged open then, and the friendly call became a horrified, “Oh, no! I beg your pardon!”

He bit back an oath as he tried to twist to see who their intruder was and his healing stitches pulled, and he made to shift off Gabby, she tightened her grip on him. “Dory, I’ll be out in a moment, all right?”

“I am so sorry,” Dory’s voice grew fainter as she backed away from the doorway. “I didn’t know you had company.”

“It’s all right,” Gabby assured her even as he sagged against her with a muttered groan, letting his head come to rest in the curve of her neck. The irritation that flared in his gut at being interrupted at such an inopportune moment faded as she trailed her fingernails along either side of his spine. 

“There will other moments,” she whispered, drawing her fingernails back down to send another shiver through him. 

He couldn’t hold back his breathless sigh as she did it once more. “There had better be.”

“Why, Boromir,” she shifted to peer up at him, “do you doubt me?”

“Gab?”

He groaned, then eased off her. “Your friend is persistent.”

“She was a great comfort to me when I thought you were lost, so I cannot be angry with her.” She offered up an impish smile. “Even if she did interrupt a lovely moment.”

“Gab? Are you all right up there?”

“I’m fine, Dory!”

“Persistent.” He rolled onto his back, flinging one hand up above his head. Unspent desire still swirled through him, the ache of unfulfilled arousal dull but as persistent as the woman who had prevented him from fulfilling it. 

“Don’t be angry.”

He gazed up at her, at the way the light danced along those almost-white strands, the way it highlighted the delicate muscle of her back and shoulders. More than anything, he wanted to catch her about the waist and drag her back to him. Still, he smiled. “I’m not angry. Disappointed, perhaps, but not angry.”

She rose and the sight had him biting back a whimper, which became harder to do as she moved across the small room to a low chest of drawers. When she bent to tug open a lower drawer, he couldn’t hold it back, breathing, “Have mercy on me, love…”

“What?” She threw her hair over her shoulder as she turned to peer at him, then smiled. “Oh, I beg your pardon, I didn't think.”

“Vixen.”

She winked. She knew exactly what she did to him and it just made him want her even more. “Go,” he told her with a grin, “before I pull you right back into this bed.”

She slid into the tunic and trousers she’d pulled from the drawer, then leaned over to brush his lips with a gentle kiss. “You are a good sport, Boromir.”

“I’m glad you think so,” he told her as he sat up, “for you will make up for her untimely interruption.”

“And I will do so gladly.”

Another kiss and she left the room. He sank against the wall with a sigh. His wounds ached a bit more than they had the previous day, and he hoped it was no more than a bit too much activity. When he was certain Gabby was not about to come back up just yet, he carefully unwound the linen strip about his chest and gingerly peeled the bandage back. 

His medical knowledge was limited at best, but it certainly did not look as if it was infected to him. He returned the bandage to its proper position, rewrapped the linen, and then rose as quickly as the wounds in his thigh would allow. 

He dressed and left the room, following the sound of Gabby’s voice down the narrow hallway and around a bend into the small kitchen. There, he found Gabby and Dory, who looked somewhat familiar although he hadn’t known her name until just now, sitting at the small round table tucked into the far corner of the kitchen. 

“Good morning,” he said, biting back a smile as a hint of a blush showed up along Dory’s sharply angled cheekbones. Like Gabby, she was also blonde, although her hair was several shades darker than Gabby’s, her eyes were blue, and though they both sat, it was clear Dory was a good six inches taller than Gabby as well. 

Gabby’s eyes danced with mischief as she said, “Dory, you know Boromir, don’t you?”

She looked up and that color along her cheekbones deepened. “I am so terribly sorry I barged in on you that way.”

He held up a hand. “Worry not. It is forgotten.”

“By you, perhaps,” she said with a smile, “but I still feel like an utter fool.”

“You’ve no need to.” He turned to Gabby, who mouthed, thank you, and said, “And I should be heading back up to my own flat. I need to go check on Faramir and give my attention to a few other matters.”

She nodded as she rose and came around the table to slip her arm through his. “I’ll see you out.”

She walked him out to the small landing at the top of the staircase that led down the outside of the white stone tavern. As she turned to him, she squinted from the sunlight. “Thank you for not embarrassing her further.”

“Why would I do such a thing? It was unintentional and she had no cause to think I would be there.” He shrugged and grinned then. “Besides, all she saw was my bare ass, and that is not a treat for anyone.”

“I beg to differ,” she told him. “It is most definitely a treat to see,” her smile grew winsome, “as are your other parts.”

She was only teasing, but still, it was nice to hear. “Thank you, but I am not at all certain I’d agree.”

“I speak the truth and you know it, so do not think to try playing falsely modest.”

He leaned over and brushed her lips with his. “I will see you later, love. What time will you be open?”

“The tavern opens for half-six, but, I thought I would remain closed until after Denethor’s funeral.”

“No, there is no need for that.” He shook his head slowly. “In fact, it might be better if people had somewhere to come and forget about everything for a while.”

As he spoke, he turned to stare off in the direction of the Great Gate, taking in the destruction all around them. It was going to take some time to rebuild, but that would wait until after Denethor was laid to rest. 

“Are you certain? I don't mind—”

“I am, Gabby. Please, open as you would. I promise you, it’s all right.” He stepped back. “Now, I need to go pay call on Ioreth, who insists on checking my progress each morning, and then I need to check on Faramir and tend to Denethor’s funeral. And then, I’ll come find you.”

“Very well.” She still didn't look at all convinced, but nodded just the same. “I will see you later.”

He brushed her lips with one last kiss, and then turned to make his way down the narrow staircase to the cobbled street below. All around him, the sights and sounds of rebuilding echoed throughout Minas Tirith and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he’d be up to his eyes in dealing with contractors and merchants and their wares and problems. 

Still, the headaches would be worth it, once the city was returned to its former glory.

He glanced off toward the east, where Mount Doom stood, where he could only hope the remainder of the Fellowship were successful in their quest to destroy the Ring.

“Gabs, I am so sorry,” Dory repeated for probably the tenth time since Boromir left the flat. “If I’d known he was here, that you were about to—you know—I never would’ve just opened the door that way.”

“I know. And it’s quite all right, really.” Gabriella sank into her vacated chair and reached across the table to catch Dory’s hand. “Trust me. Neither one of us is angry at you.”

“But, I interrupted a very lovely moment, from the looks of it.”

“Well…yes, but there will be others. I promise you, there will be.”

“But I saw him naked.”

“Dory, give over. This is me and we both know that not only are you not sorry about that, so worry not about it, all right?”

Dory offered up a cheeky smile. “He is very cute, you know.”

“Dory!”

“What? He is. And you are very lucky.”

Gabriella couldn’t help but laugh. “He is and I know. And I mean not only because I’m the one he’s chosen, but because he is actually here. You have no idea, Dory, just how close he came to death. You’ve not seen his wounds, or heard what he did to make it back home. He came very close to dying, you know. And it is only through a generous fate that he survived.”

Dory sat back in her chair. “It was that serious, then?”

She nodded. “He took three arrows. One in the chest, two in the leg, and walked most of the way back from Amon Hen. He should have died back in that clearing and that he didn't is nothing short of a miracle.”

“And what did the wizard have to say about everything?”

“I know not. I think he’s left once more. And I might be mistaken, but I believe he had an elf and a dwarf with him when he took his leave.”

“What?”

She nodded. “I think so. But, I was at a distance when I saw them, so I might be mistaken.”

Dory sighed softly. “The war isn’t over yet, is it?”

“I don't think so,” Gabriella replied, her voice just as soft. “But I dare not say anything to Boromir, lest he think to rejoin those he’d been with. And I cannot let him do that. I cannot lose him again, you know.”

Dory reached across the table to grip her hand. “You won’t, Gab.”

“I hope not. I do not think I could stand it if that were to happen.” She traced a small circle across the tabletop, the very thought chilling her to her core. She had to hope that the hobbit who held the Ring managed to do what he’d set out to do. There was far too much at stake if he failed. 

Faramir was as still as he’d been the previous day and Boromir bit back a sigh as he stood over his brother. “Has he shown any improvement?”

Ioreth shook her head as she crossed to him. “There is no change, I’m afraid. He grows no worse, but he also grows no better.”

“I thought as much,” he replied, settling back. “Has Gandalf been in to see him?”

“The white wizard is no longer here,” she replied. “He and the halfling who’d been serving your father have left.”

“Left?” He sat up straight. “Left for where?”

She moved across the room, to the row of cupboards at the far end. “He did not say, but I overheard one of the Rohirrim mention something of Mordor.”

His gut kinked sharply. “What?”

She nodded. “They rode out this morning. Not too long ago, actually.”

“And no one thought to tell me? That I should know?”

“My lord, you are in no condition to go with them, and I imagine they thought your first response would be to insist on going with them, considering they came to me to see if I would allow it, which, of course, I would not.”

His thigh twinged then, reminding him that he was in no shape to even attempt to climb up into a saddle, never mind actually do battle. “It would be, but my fool body would soon let me know the error of such thought.”

Ioreth’s forehead furrowed. “Do your wounds pain you?”

“A bit, yes.”

“Worse than yesterday?”

“I cannot tell. They seem to, from time to time.”

Her expression grew serious. “Let’s take look.”

He sighed, but knew it was pointless to argue, and so he followed her out of Faramir’s room and down a short hallway to the one where he’d spent his first night back in Minas Tirith. 

Once the door was closed behind Ioreth, Boromir reached for the lacings of his tunic and pulled them free. The gray-blue cotton parted and without hesitation, Ioreth said, “You’ll need to remove it, if you wouldn’t mind.”

“I had the feeling you were going to say that.” He carefully drew it over his head, and carelessly tossed it into the chair behind him. 

She moved closer, and he gritted his teeth as she unwound the linen and peeled back the bandage. She frowned as she prodded. He managed to remain still, despite the poking and prodding, but then—

“Mercy, Ioreth,” he growled as a sharp heat tore through him and every hair on his body stood on end. 

“Did that hurt?”

He nodded. “It did, yes.”

“I’m afraid I might have missed some debris in this wound.” Her eyes flicked up to meet his and her fingers skimmed just below the wound in his chest. “We should open it and flush it once more.”

The very thought made his gut curdle. “Must we?”

“Yes.”

A cold sweat prickled along his spine. “If you think it best.”

“I will make it as pain-free as possible,” she assured him, urging him to sit in the very chair where he’d tossed his tunic. 

He swallowed hard and let her push him down into the chair. He tried not to think about what she was going to do, even as he watched her gather her supplies to bring them over. Instead, he closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and braced himself as Ioreth set to work. 

[intcthatgoodnight]

@rosefromdeath [ sc! ]

“Just pack what you don’t want to leave, everything else can be replaced.” This was not the first time that the family had to leave town in such a rush, though it was the first since adopting Gabriella. They had been trying to stretch out their time in one place as long as they could for her sake. But since the incident on Bellas birthday decisions had been quickly made. This was going to be a difficult move for them all. “I’m sorry about this. I know you were hoping to stay in Forks longer.”

[inspotlight]

NINI'S ROLES. ↳a guide to nini's roles throughout her acting career.

camp:

marian the librarian, the music man

high school:

a fork (beauty and the beast)

gabriella montez (hsm 1, hsm 3)

the rose/a fork (beauty and the beast, part created for her, song cut)

college:

glinda, wicked

elle woods, legally blonde

audrey, little shop of horrors

fantine, les miserable

bombalurina, cats

roxie hart, chicago

broadway:

mia dolan, la la land (mamma mia verse specific)

sophie sheridan, mamma mia (ono with ricky, mamma mia verse specific)

film:

persephone, hadestown

lydia deetz, beetlejuice

[rosefromdeath1]

@dreammakcr ♥ ( CARLISLE ) liked for a starter

"Do we really have to move again so soon? We just got here." Gabriella couldn't even contain the whine out of her gentle tone even if she'd wanted to. It felt as though she'd only just got all her stuff unpacked and her room set up ... but now they had to leave? Gabriella followed her father into his study as she continued to voice her complaints, "I like it here in Forks. I get to spend more time with you guys out when it's cloudy. I don't want to leave."

[crowdedmidnight]

𝑂𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑇𝑜: f/m/nb (mutual & non-mutual)

𝑀𝑢𝑠𝑒: Gabriella Acevedo (22-year-old Pharmacist/College Student)

Gabriella, barely awake, squints at the plate in front of her and says with a smirk, "Well, this is a first—my nightmares don’t usually serve breakfast." She picks up a fork and glances around. "What’s next, a complimentary anxiety attack?"