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yougotthat-write · 2 years

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That Guy (Rafael Barba x Reader)

Word Count: 2,318

Warnings: This thing be fluffy af :), gender-neutral I believe

Summary: Rafael needs his daily dose of coffee.

Author's Note: Shout out to my first post in like.... seven months?? I'm lowkey posting this to clear up my files since I started so many things but just keep going in and out of my Rafael Barba/SVU fixation.

Read on AO3 here!

Rafael crossed the street quickly, dodging the impatient cars who were ready to take out anyone in their paths. The grip on his briefcase tightened and his other hand went to his chest, holding his coat to him. Autumn was bitterly turning into winter and Rafael rolled his eyes when he heard the weather report for the following week. The first snowfall – while light and would most likely melt away by the next day – would be wreaking havoc on the East Coast.

When he reached the other side of the street, heading towards his office, he checked his wrist for the time. He was running a few minutes late but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t miss out on getting his much needed coffee on the way to the office. Rafael was a regular at a coffee cart run by an older man named Jackson. He always wore a dark blue baseball cap that was embroidered boldly with ‘NYC’. He remembered Rafael’s coffee order after his third day of transferring from the Brooklyn D.A. to Manhattan.

He weaved past bodies who were all dressed in a similar fashion. Since it was getting colder, jackets and coats got longer and thicker. Gloves and scarves were dug out from the back of closets.

After quickly ascending a small flight of perfectly chiseled steps, Rafael began to smell the strong scent of coffee. Dark roasts, blonde roasts, espressos. Each and every glorious bean wafted towards Rafael and even the smell of them was already beginning to jolt his body into overdrive for the long day of court.

Wallet already pulled out, he slapped the two dollars onto the cart next to an already made cup. Rafael smiled, “Thanks, Jack.” He grabbed the cup without looking up at the old man and quickly turned. His brain was beginning to rattle with tasks for his assistant to do when he got to his office, but when he lifted the warm cup to his lips and took a big sip, Rafael couldn't help but spit out the liquid that invaded his mouth. He didn’t bother giving out an apology to the people who came very close to having a spit shower, muttering angrily at Rafael.

Whilst standing a good ten feet away, Rafael Barba turned quickly back towards the cart’s direction with a disgusted look.

His fiery, yet also confused eyes, landed on you.

You were staring at him with a curious look. Your head was tilted to the side slightly and when you locked eyes with him, your brows shot up, silently questioning him about his actions. Rafael started his way back to the cart, lifting the cup in his hand to his nose and giving a sniff.

It definitely wasn’t coffee in the cup.

And you definitely weren’t Jackson.

He stood in front of the cart and set the cup back onto the top of it, right next to the money he slapped down. His tongue swiped over his lips as he tried to fight the small wave of embarrassment flushing over him.

He looked over at you when you spoke, “Now I have to make myself another chai.” You didn’t sound mad or annoyed. You were just stating a fact.

“M’sorry,” he muttered. “Jackson usually has it ready and–” You waved a hand dismissively and put a stop to his rambling to start your own.

“Are you the judge who gets a coffee that’s half milk?” You ask. “Or the bailiff that gets a double shot with five sugars?” He watched as you bit down on your bottom lip, looking over his attire. He was wearing a suit and you could see it peeking from his long coat that wasn’t buttoned all the way to the top. His hair was styled perfectly and you were sure if he were to do a backflip right then and there, not a lock would move out of place. “Lawyer?” You question.

“Prosecutor,” he corrects. You roll your eyes. The hair on the back of his neck stands up and he finds himself needing to rid the taste of chai out of his mouth. “Dark roast, black, extra shot.” You let out a noise that he can only assume as recognition.

“You’re that guy,” you say and grab a new cup with one hand and a marker with the other. He watches you scribble something across it before making his drink and setting it on the counter. You finally took the money he set down and put it in the small, janky register.

Rafael paused for a moment, giving you one last glance over and debating on apologizing for his behavior again but decided against it. He grabbed the cup and you flashed him a smile before directing your attention to the person who stepped up to the cart after Rafael. And it happened to be Judge Barth, who flashed Rafael a small smile before ordering her drink.

Rafael gripped the warm cup and made his way towards the building that held his office. Before he stepped through the doors of Hogan Place, he lifted the cup up to his lips to take a sip but was distracted by two words that were scrawled onto his cup: THAT GUY.

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It was colder today. Frost had taken over the city during the night and was slowly melting away as the sun tried to break through the clouds. Rafael had decided to add a scarf that his mother bought him last Christmas to his attire for the day.

He made his way down the street and up towards the coffee cart. Rafael was still surprised to see you perched behind the cart. You had a phone in your hand, thumb scrolling through the mess of news on your screen. You had a blue baseball cap on backwards and Rafael was sure it was the one Jackson always wore.

He cleared his throat to grab your attention. You looked from your phone and over to the prosecutor. He held two dollars in between his fingers and opened his mouth to speak but when he saw your eyes slink over from him and to the cart counter, he followed your gaze and saw a cup sitting off to the side slightly.

He was going to ask if it was his but then he saw the same words you had written on his cup yesterday. He couldn’t stop the rolling of his eyes. He didn’t see your mouth contorting into a smirk as he placed the money on the cart and grabbed the cup.

Hesitant, Rafael brought the cup up to his nose and took in a breath. It smelt like coffee. It smelt like his coffee. He took a sip and the roast rushed through him warmly. When he looked at you finally, you were already looking at him. “You're welcome, guy.” Rafael only nodded before stepping away.

***

When stepping up to the coffee cart the day after, Rafael looked at you for a long moment. You decided to be more obvious with his already made coffee and slid it over to him dramatically. You switched out the baseball cap for a thick wool beanie and your hands were dressed in black, fingerless gloves.

“So, where is he?” He asked. You rubbed your hands together before shooting him a questioning look.

“Do I not make your coffee as well as Jack?”

He took a sip. “I can’t be curious about my friend?”

“Appendicitis,” You say, “he’ll be back next week and so you won’t have to deal with a pleb making your coffee anymore.” While you spoke in a sort of deadpan manner, Rafael could see the playful glint in your eyes that told him that you weren’t serious.

“Ah, so this isn’t a full-time gig?”

A small smile graces your lips, “I’m busy with a job in an actual coffee shop that has heat and classes at I.C.E.,” You grab a cup that was hidden by the cash register and take a sip, hoping the chai would warm you against the chill of New York.

Rafael’s interest perked. “Chef or baker?”

A wider smile appeared on your face and you proudly stated, “Baker.”

“Do you want to open your own bakery?”

You give a shrug. “It’s a possibility.” Rafael watched as someone stepped up and asked for a coffee with extra cream in it. He stood to the side, watching your hands move from task to task. Your fingers plucked the two dollars from the unnamed person’s hands and you flashed a smile and a thank you.

A warmness invaded his chest. He took a large sip of his coffee, using that as an excuse to himself as to why that feeling was coming to him. All he was seeing was a person do a simple task. But there was an air about you that made him want to stand out for hours in the bitter air. He knew he couldn’t. He was sure Olivia and her team were frothing at the mouth to ask him to get warrants signed off by judges. His phone vibrated three times within the last ten minutes and he was sure it was his assistant Carmen needing to tell him important things.

When the other person left, you looked over at him again. “Same time tomorrow, guy?” Rafael gave a curt nod, taking a few steps back in the direction of his office before turning smoothly and quickly speeding off.

***

The snow had finally come.

The thin blanket affected people negatively or positively and there was simply no in-between. Cars seem to honk more insentently at Rafael as he crossed streets with other nameless people. Children laughed and threw handfuls of snow back up into the air as their parents tried to usher them through the icy streets.

The hustle and bustle of Hogan Place didn’t seem to slow down with the weather but Rafael did find himself walking more slowly up those stone steps that hid patches of ice. He could feel the cold air nipping at his ears and while he would’ve loved to throw a hat over his head, he didn’t want to mess up his hair today.

He caught himself fiddling with it in the mirror more this morning. He wasn’t sure why. He didn’t do anything different to it. He just felt this lingering and looming feeling that he should look nicer today.

When he finally made it over to the cart, he couldn’t make you out at first. His eyes quickly glanced over the dark bundle of coat. When he realized it was you, he saw the small shuffle of your feet you were doing and how your gloves had grown thicker and covered all of your fingers this time. You wore a hat that was fluffy, plaid, and had long flaps that covered your ears.

Oh, how Rafael wished he had something to cover his own ears.

Stepping up to the cart, you peeked your head out of the bundle of your coat and flashed a chittering smile towards Rafael. He gave back a lopsided smile, before uttering a quiet greeting in Spanish. You untuck one of your hands from your body and start to make his cup of coffee. You figured making it fresh would be better for today since the cold air would do its damndest to turn it to the dark side.

Pushing it towards him, you say, “Your ears are getting red, guy.”

Despite standing in the cold, Rafael could feel a warmth rush through his body. As if the warmth inside of him heard what you said, they made their way over to the tips of his ears. He wasn’t sure if they were getting more red or anything, but he hoped you wouldn’t notice.

To distract you, he said, “My name is Rafael.” He followed your gaze as it flickered from his chilly ears and locked with his own gaze. There was a silence between the two of you. You didn’t speak until you slid the freshly poured coffee towards him.

“Rafael Barber?”

Rafael blinked once, twice.

“Rafael Barba,” he corrected. His Spanish accent came through and you made a small “oh” noise.

“Sorry about that,” you said, “but you were the one who handled the Optimum Air case? The female pilot was raped by her co-pilot?” Rafael reached for the cup on the cart counter. His fingers were cold and the warmth of the coffee did its best to fight against it. He nodded once. “I read about it in the paper.” You continue, “You exposed the whole company for being a dangerous place for women to work.” You shuffled in place, keeping your body moving to keep it warm. “It was really nice to read about.”

While the compliment was simple and he had gotten a lot of praise about his work on the case from judges, fellow lawyers, and even Olivia, that simple sentence made his grip tighten on his coffee cup. “Thanks,” he muttered out, “but uh, all the bravery comes from the victims.”

When you shot him a small but warm smile, he almost dropped his coffee. His grip loosened and he cleared his throat as he juggled it to his other hand. Trying to keep the cup stable while also hanging onto his briefcase in one hand, he dug for his money with the now free one.

You held up a gloved hand and shook your hand, “It’s on the house, Rafael.”

Another moment passed, “Gracias,” he said quietly while shifting his coffee cup to his free hand and straightening himself. “What is… your name?” He saw your lips turn upwards into a smile and you huffed out a small cloud of a chuckle.

“I already gave you free coffee,” you said, “only one perk per day, guy.”

“I see,” Rafael’s smile was small, “I can wait one more day.”

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tecontos · 2 months

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Viajei pra descansar, mas voltei mais cansada de tanta rolada que ganhei (Dez-2023)

By; Eveline

Me chamo Eveline, tenho 25 anos e a história que vou contar aconteceu comigo no ano passado.

Fui passar alguns dias em outro estado visitando uma amiga, falei com ela que precisava respirar outros ares, descansar e curtir um pouco, pegar uma praia.

Tomei um banho para relaxar e sentei pra comer alguma coisa enquanto descansava da longa viagem. O celular vibrou e era uma mensagem da irmã mais nova da minha amiga, chamando para irmos a um barzinho que pelo visto elas sempre vão.

Minha amiga me disse: Menina, hoje a noite não será para descansar.

Tá né, coloquei um vestidinho justo que marcava todo o corpo e fomos.

O lugar era bem legal, havia pessoas bonitas dançando ao som de um belo cantor, negro, barba bem feita, alto e com uma voz muito gostosa de se ouvir. Não conhecia a música mas só de ver ele cantando a buceta molhou de tesão .(rsrs)

–Agora me animei ainda mais

O barzinho servia uns drinks bem legais e eu logo pedi uma Caipirinha de maracujá.

Fui até o palco e comecei a dançar, ainda um pouco tímida, mas não iria perder a oportunidade de mostrar ao Vocalista meu vestidinho preto meio transparente que dava pra ver um pouco dos meus peitos no reflexo da luz. Minha amiga e sua irmã estavam em uma mesa perto do balcão do bar e a cara delas já dizia que a noite terminaria em putaria kkkk . Rolou um intervalo para os músicos beberem uma água e foi aí que o vocalista passou por mim e com um sorriso me disse:

- belos vestido, é a primeira vez que vejo a dona dele por aqui.

Eu quase agarrei aquele Deus, mas me segurei enquanto ele caminhava na direção do bar, eu continuei dançando ao som do DJ . Minha amiga me abraçou e toda animada disse aos gritos já que o som estava alto.

- Vem que quero te apresentar uns amigos.

Ela me falou isso com uma cara de safada. Chegando ao balcão do bar ela que era amiga da banda que estava se apresentando foi logo dizendo:

Meninos essa é a minha amiga irmã a Eveline, voltando para o vocalista ela diz, maninha quero te apresentar meu amigo. O deus negro de barba me deu um abraço e falou:

- prazer, sou Theus, e é um prazer ter você aqui prestigiando nosso show.

Eu: - prazer é todo Meus Theus! (piadinha besta eu sei, mas valeu umas risadinhas ali) Parabéns pelo repertório e pela linda voz, está sendo um prazer poder ouvir sua banda.

Ele me deu um beijo no pescoço e sussurrou:

- ”O prazer é todo meu e mais tarde será seu também”*

– Caralhoooo, além de negro, alto, barbudo e tatuado ainda tem uma voz excitante pra caralho.

A gente não tirava os olhos um do outro um minuto se quer, enquanto ele cantava eu bebia e dançava, o tesão tomou conta de mim de um jeito, que já não via nada a minha volta, minha amiga, sua irmã e seus namorados estavam se pegando em algum lugar escurinho dentro da casa. Theus cantou a última música da noite agradeceu a presença de todos, desceu do palco e veio na minha direção, senti um fogo arder dos pés até a ponta do meu grelo, que já estava escorrendo de tanto tesão. Me pegou pela cintura e me beijou. Na hora senti seu pau crescer por baixo da calça e a sarrada dele na minha bucetinha me fez pensar. QUE PEGADA FOI ESSA?!?!

Dali fomos até o carro dele. Mal encostamos no carro e ele me colocou contra a porta do carro, entrelaçou os dedos nos meus cabelos, arrepiou até a alma. Me pegou em um beijo quente e saboroso, seus lábios eram bem macios e encaixavam perfeitamente nos meus, senti sua mão descer sobre meu vestido até a minha bucetinha que estava prestes a inundar de tanto tesão que ele me deixou.

– tão molhada, quero sentir seu gosto.

Me penetrou com seus dedos, me sentindo escorrer entre eles e os colocou na sua boca sentindo o meu gostinho, depois me beijou para que eu pudesse me deliciar com ele. Passei minha mão por todo o corpo dele, coloquei minhas mãos por dentro da sua camisa para sentir aquele corpo quente que estava prestes a me ter de todas as formas possíveis! Senti os arrepios dele ao meu toque, desci uma das mãos até a entrada do zíper, olhei nos olhos dele, mordi o lábio e sussurrei

– Acho que ele quer sair.

Aquele volume grande e grosso aos poucos foi se mostrado para mim, mal cabia nas minhas mãos. Sentei no banco de trás do carro dele, coloquei o pau dele todo para fora e apreciei todo aquele pau gostoso com a cabeça grande e molhada.

Um maravilhoso pau, passei minha língua por lodo o cumprimento dele, suguei aquele pau que quase não cabia na minha boquinha deixando ele todo babado e o masturbando com a minha mão, ouvindo os gemidos de tesão. Ele susurrava

- assim, vai! Chupa. Que delícia, minha putinha.

Com uma das mãos segurou meu cabelo e bateu na minha cara com aquele pau e o colocou outra vez na minha boca e me fodeu até me engasgar no seu pau, amei aquilo

- Vamos sair daqui, quero te comer.

Fomos até a casa da minha amiga, ela não tinha hora pra voltar, por isso me deixou com uma cópia da chave, fui até lá com o pau dele em minha boca, uma delícia.

Entramos em casa e ele já me colocou de 4 no sofá, me deu uns tapas na bunda, colocou a calcinha de ladinho e passou a língua na minha buceta e no meu cuzinho.

Sugou meu grelo com tanta vontade que estremeci na hora! Enquanto me chupava ele penetrava meu cuzinho com o polegar gigante dele, penetrando bem gostoso me fazendo gemer e ficar cada vez mais molhadinha.

Adoro anal e fazer com quem sabe é uma delícia, e vi que ele sabia o que estava fazendo então pedi.

- Come meu cuzinho primeiro!

Ele apertou minha bunda quando falei isso me deu um belo tapa e respondeu:

- vou te comer de todas as formas, minha putinha.

Gemi de tesão com aquelas palavras.

Ele se posicionou atrás de mim e brincou massageando minha bucetinha e meu cuzinho com o pau dele, colocando bem devagar no meu cuzinho enquanto eu gemia de tesão por ele e me masturbava para ele que gemia a cada centímetro dentro do meu cuzinho apertado. Apertando e arranhando minhas costas e bunda ele sabia perfeitamente o que estava fazendo. Começou a me foder gostoso enquanto eu gemia de prazer, que delicia. Que pau gostoso…

- Tá gostando minha putinha!? Quer mais?

Deitei a cabeça sobre o sofá e olhando para ele respondi

- “quero que me foda toda!”

Ao ouvir aquelas palavras ele me fodeu ainda mais, socando forte no meu cuzinho apertado me fazendo gemer a cada estocada que ele dava.

- Hoje você é minha putinha e eu vou fazer o que eu quiser contigo.

- Então mostra como se faz com uma putinha - pedi a ele.

Ele me levou até a cama em seu colo, me colocou de frente para ele, pude ver sua cara safada, me olhando enquanto me fodia, apertando meu pescoço gostoso enquanto me comia. A posição era frango assado mas ele ainda fodia meu rabo, alisando meu grelo, me fazendo gemer e se agarrar a cama, como uma louca.

- Vou gozar, não para. Continua - eu dizia já aos gritos.

Nossa gozei litros rsrs foi uma explosão deliciosa, minhas pernas tremeram por alguns segundos. Minha buceta implorava por ele que não resistiu ao vê-la piscando e logo me fodeu deliciosamente me fazendo gozar ainda mais.

- Isso putinha, goza pra mim vai.

Bateu com o pau no meu grelo, agora sensível e não resisti em soltar um leve grito seguido de um gemido intenso! Ele abaixou meu vestido na frente deixando meus peitos, totalmente amostra, chupando enquanto me fodia toda. Foram estocadas intensas até ele tira o pau pra fora com um jato quente que me melou inteira, no rosto até a bucetinha, em seguida me colocou pra limpar todo o pau dele que estava cheio de porra, eu lambia e sugava enquanto massageava suas bolas.

Assim começou meus dias de descanso na casa da minha amiga, iria ser 5 dias de descanso, virou 5 dias de muita rolada, voltei pra casa arrebentada, ardida, mais cansada do que quando fui e muito mais feliz.

Enviado ao Te Contos por Eveline

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folha12suzanotv · 1 year

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Grandes shows e tecnologia marcam o primeiro final de semana do Sumaré Arena Music 2023

O público da cidade de Sumaré e toda a região estava ansioso para o início de um dos maiores eventos do Brasil. E, para abrilhantar este momento, um show de luzes marcou o primeiro final de semana da 9ª edição do Sumaré Arena Music. O público também pôde usufruir de muito conforto e segurança, além de acompanhar grandes shows e a competição da montaria em touros. A Festa Mais Charmosa do Brasil acontece entre os dias 06 e 15 de abril, na Expo Águas Sumaré. No primeiro dia da festa, quinta-feira (06), Thiago Lins, Ana Castela e Guilherme & Benuto comandaram o público presente com muita música boa. Na sexta-feira (07), reunindo o melhor do samba, pagode & hip hop em um único evento, o “Me Leva Festival” chegou para fazer história no Sumaré Arena Music com as apresentações de Belo, Turma do Pagode, Pixote, Hungria e DJ FB. No mesmo dia, também se apresentou a dupla Jorge & Cristiano. No sábado (08), Luan Santana levou o público ao delírio com uma apresentação emocionante. Em seguida, O Clã subiu ao palco para agitar ainda mais a galera. E, para finalizar o primeiro final de semana da festa, Maiara & Maraisa cantaram grandes sucessos da carreira. Além dos shows do palco principal, o público que marcou presença no Sumaré Arena Music deste ano também tem a possibilidade de curtir os shows do Palco Notícia FM sempre trazendo grandes atrações. A festa segue neste final de semana com mais atrações. Henrique & Juliano e Rayane & Rafaella abrem a segunda semana do Sumaré Arena Music na sexta-feira (14), prometendo agitar o público que marcar presença. No sábado (15), o último dia do evento, Hugo & Guilherme, Zé Felipe e Maju Santana sobem ao palco para fechar com chave de ouro o rodeio mais charmoso e moderno do Brasil. Vale destacar entre as novidades da festa deste ano, a “Base de Apoio a Mulher” que serve como base para toda mulher que se sentir vítima de algum tipo de agressão seja acolhida e amparada, através de profissionais treinados; o Camarote exclusivo para receber surdos e deficientes auditivos, que conta com profissionais realizando simultaneamente, durante os shows, a tradução da Língua Brasileira de Sinais (Libras). Essa iniciativa acontece pela primeira vez na história de um rodeio. O Sumaré Arena Music em parceria com o Centro de Equoterapia da Associação Pestalozzi de Sumaré, está mostrando em vídeo a importância de alguns atendimentos e atividades realizadas durante as sessões de “Equoterapia”; “Base da Saúde” em parceria com a Prefeitura Municipal de Sumaré tem profissionais da Secretaria de Saúde distribuindo, gratuitamente, preservativos feminino e masculino, lubrificante, durante todos os dias da festa, além de ofertar, também de forma gratuita, o auto testes de exames de HIV. A Comissão Organizadora do Sumaré Arena Music, com o intuito de ajudar o próximo, criou o ingresso solidário. Quem comprar o ingresso do setor Arena Pista e Área VIP para qualquer dia do evento, e levar um quilo de alimento não perecível, vai pagar a metade do valor do ingresso. Os alimentos serão doados para o Fundo Social de Solidariedade de Sumaré, que fará a distribuição. Outro ponto a ser destacado na festa é o espaço privilegiado que o público tem ao adquirir os ingressos do Sailor’s Área VIP Open Bar e dos camarotes corporativos. Para as mulheres que querem dar um retoque na maquiagem e no penteado, podem usufruir dos serviços do Espaço Beauty Beleza Única. E, os homens podem dar um trato na barba ou no cabelo na Magno Barbearia. ESPORTE Além dos grandes shows, o público também assistiu no primeiro final de semana a montaria em touros e as provas do Team Penning. A 9ª edição do Sumaré Arena Music, sediou a semifinal da Copa Wrangler Ekip Rozeta, que contou com o patrocínio da Pura Construtora e AVM Imóveis. A competição, temporada 2022/2023, que já teve 60 etapas e distribuiu mais de um milhão de reais em prêmios, reuniu em Sumaré os 25 melhores competidores do Brasil. O peão Yan Victo Santos, da cidade de Assis Brasil, no Estado do Acre, foi o campeão montando o boi Ginete, da Companha F.B.M / Felipe du Tato. O competidor levou para casa uma premiação de R$ 25 mil. Ramadã foi eleito o melhor touro da competição, enquanto que F.B.M / Felipe du Tato ganhou o título de melhor boiada. Neste final de semana as competições seguem com a montaria em touros e a tradicional prova dos três tambores. INGRESSOS Para garantir o seu ingresso, acesse o site Guichê Web (https://www.guicheweb.com.br/sumare-arena-music_18903). Aberto todos os dias das 10h às 20h, o Trailer Sumaré Arena Music é um dos pontos de vendas oficiais e fica localizado na Praça das Bandeiras, região central do município. Mais informações, através do telefone (19) 3873 2442 / (19) 9 9277 4809 / www.sumarearena.com.br. SUMARÉ ARENA MUSIC Além da Arena Pista, Área VIP, Sailor’s Área VIP Open Bar e camarotes corporativos, o local tem uma estrutura completa com praça de alimentação, Palco Notícia FM e estacionamento. O complexo conta com o apoio e monitoramento da Guarda Civil Municipal, Polícia Militar, Segurança Privada e Equipe de Brigadistas para garantir a segurança do público. Com o rodeio 100% coberto, o Sumaré Arena Music 2023 é realizado em um espaço de 79.000 metros quadrados, sendo 12.000 metros quadrados de área coberta, asfaltada, 100% monitorada e com infraestrutura de primeiro mundo. Prepare seu coração! “Um novo show vai começar”.SHOWS 14/04 – Henrique & Juliano e Rayane & Rafaella 15/04 – Hugo & Guilherme, Zé Felipe e Maju Santana SHOWS / PALCO NOTÍCIA FM 14/04 – Yago Rocha, Isa Siqueira e MC Rodolfinho 15/04 – Victor Hugo & Renan, Felipe Garrido e MC Drikka SUMARÉ ARENA MUSIC Data: 06 a 15 de abril Local: Expo Águas Sumaré – Rua Ângelo Ongaro, 1.700 – Parque Residencial Casarão – Sumaré/SP. Informações: (19) 3873 2442 / (19) 9 9277 4809 / www.sumarearena.com.br Read the full article

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rayyxota · 1 year

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Fala rapaziada, suave???

Entrei hoje e não faço a mínima de como se mexe nisso.

Existe um jeito melhor que começar do que falando um pouco sobre mim? Vocês lembram da época que o "50 fatos sobre mim" ficou famoso?😁

Então, aqui vai!

50 fatos sobre a Adm😏

o que você odeia em você = acho que o fato do meu corpo não está nos padrões

Peso= 80 kg?

Se você pudesse visitar qualquer lugar no mundo onde você iria e por quê? = Não tenho um local em que eu realmente queira ir, eu quero conhecer todos os lugares do muuundoooo.

A última coisa que te fez chorar = jogo do mengão 😭

Eu não vou morrer sem… ver o mengão jogar no Maracanã ( eu sou de Fortaleza, ir pro Maracanã é um luxo)

Quanto tempo você leva para ficar pronto pra sair? = Depende do local haha. As vezes eu demoro horas.

Se você pudesse voltar no tempo, o que você mudaria? = Teria pintado meu cabelo na primeira oportunidade.

Último lugar que você estava = na cama ( são 22:10 e eu me encontro na sala assistindo jogo do mengão)

Comida favorita = baião com ovo😋

Comida que você não come de jeito nenhum = FÍGADO, ECA🤮🤮

Música do momento = BOTA NA PIPOKINHA 😇

Vivo perdendo = Meu óculos 😭

Uma frase= viva a vida enquanto estiver vivo por que depois de morto não tem mais como viver.

Último show que você foi= eu nunca fui em um show😭😭😭😭

Última mensagem no Whatsapp = meu boyzinho dizendo que me ama💓

Última vez que se estressou = jogo do flamengo.

Tira uma selfie e mostra pra câmera = sou tímida😇

Uma música com a palavra AMOR = Amor I Love You - Marisa Monte

O que é feio, mas você acha bonito = Casal grudento ( eu sou um casal grudento)

Mostre a última foto do seu Instagram = foi uma linda selfie 😣 a https://www.instagram.com/p/Co0nOfbLahc/?igshid=NmE0MzVhZDY=

Uma frase que sua mãe sempre fala = ""Quando eu morrer, vocês vão me dar valor😭""

Eu estou= assistindo o mengão jogar ( e passando raiva, obviamente)

Eu sou = sem graça KKKK

Eu quero = casar, ter 6 filhos, 4 cachorros, 2 gatos , 3 papagaios.

Ser amigo é= Aturar a pessoa.

Quando você morrer = vou voltar pra assombrar todo mundo😏

Um livro = o bicho-da-seda

Uma meta a cumprir de qualquer jeito esse ano = me concentrar mais nós estudos.

Um filme = o natal de Denis o pimentinha ( MUITO BOM)

Queria ser uma formiga pra= picar o pé de todo mundo😏

Calça ou vestido = vestido

O que te faz feliz na TPM = 🍫

Seja feliz ou = seja feliz, não tenho outra opção

Queria ser = Rica🗣️

Queria ter = Money

Se eu fosse homem = ia deixar minha barba bem bonitinha

Uma pessoa que você quer conhecer pessoalmente = TODOS os jogadores do flamengo

Cerveja é = não sei, nunca provei

Na noite passada eu = dormi mais cedo do que o costume.

Poderia ficar horas = desenhando 😋

Uma careta = essa "😋"

Seu lema = Quando deus abre uma porta, ele fecha uma janela 😉

Morro de medo de = morrer e perder a vida

Seu maior defeito que é uma grande qualidade = todo mundo diz que eu sou narcisista, o que é mentira , pois narcismo é um defeito e eu não tenho defeitos nenhum😋.

Sua maior qualidade que é um defeito= Sinceridade

Um jogador que você admira e 3 qualidades dele = Giorgian Daniel de Arrascaeta . Eu admiro demais esse uruguaio por que ele é extremamente perfeito. Primeiro, ele ama o Flamengo, segundo ele é tímido ( que nem eu😊) e terceiro ele é meu fã 😏

Que horas são? = 22:42😏

Daria tudo para = conhecer o elenco do flamengo 🗣️

5 palavras com a letra V = Vida , Vitória, Vitorioso, Viagra ( NAO ME JULGUEM ) e Violão.

Uma frase motivacional = Não deixe os outros falarem que você não consegue, diga você mesmo. Eu não consigo !!!!

FIIIIIM!!!!!

Espero que gostem😏♥️

Uma linda música pra vocês ficarem inspirados

#Spotify #1950s #pixel art #pink #pitbulls #pets #flamengo #50ft #photoshop #pastel #painting #petblr #nature

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Arte en Latinoamérica: Shushupe tocará en el Jägermeister Night Embassy - Este sábado 22 de octubre, la selva peruana se apoderará de la noche de São Paulo, a través de los rítmos mágicos y coloridos de Shushupe. - Dj peruana, Shushupe, es invitada al proyecto global de Jägermeister “Night Embassy”, el cual busca fomentar la escena nocturna a través de actividades relacionadas con la música, la moda, la danza, el diseño, entre otras manifestaciones artísticas. Por primera vez, América Latina recibe el proyecto “Jägermeister Night Embassy”, iniciativa que tratará temas de música, moda, danza, performance, diseño, entre otras manifestaciones artísticas. Asimismo, busca reunir y visibilizar artistas alternativos de Colombia, Chile, México y Perú. Luisa Benvenuto, gerente de marca de Jägermeister Brasil, dice que la iniciativa busca fortalecer las escenas locales emergentes que fomentan la vida nocturna cultural local. "Jägermeister debe su éxito a su vida nocturna y por eso siempre será un fuerte aliado de estas comunidades. La vida nocturna es una gran parte de nuestra cultura, significa libertad, crea expectativas y es donde muchos creativos se inspiran y se encuentran. En esta ocasión, Shushupe ha sido invitada a representar a Perú para el cierre del evento. Denominada la revolución de la cumbia digital, Ursula Talavera, el nombre real de la artista, es una de las pioneras exponentes de las raíces folklóricas para el mundo, DJ y productora de su propia fusión, nacida en Lima, Perú. Desde el 2005 es una referente en las principales fiestas de la escena local, así como festivales internacionales cargados de paisajes sonoros que se relacionan con la región selva, su inspiración y el encuentro con la mortal serpiente “Shushupe” de donde proviene su característico nombre. Ha compartido escenario con grandes artistas como: Bomba Estéreo, Systema Solar, Café Tacuba, Mr. Pauer, Celso Piña, Steel Pulse, Sargento Garcia, Dj Click, El Barba Dub, Qechuaboi, Los Mirlos, Los destellos, Sabor y Control, Laguna Pai, La Mente, Explosion de Iquitos, Juaneco y su Combo, Elegante & la Imperial, Chulkilion Sound System, Tribilin Sounds, entre otros. (en Perú) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj_aU6BubF0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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metalindex-hu · 2 years

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Alestorm – “ez a mi szerelmeslevelünk Magyarországnak” – két magyar nyelvű dallal jelent meg az új album!

Alestorm – “ez a mi szerelmeslevelünk Magyarországnak” – két magyar nyelvű dallal jelent meg az új album! - https://metalindex.hu/2022/06/28/alestorm-ez-a-mi-szerelmeslevelunk-magyarorszagnak-ket-magyar-nyelvu-dallal-jelent-meg-az-uj-album/ -

Olcsó fogászat, unicum és pálinka, csirkepaprikás és csöröge — az epikus budapesti kalandtól a nagyon nagyon yarr Székesfehérvárig hirdeti “Magyarország” című dalában az Alestorm, hogy “a mi tengerünk kékje a piros fehér zöld”! De nem csak ebben a dalban énekel magyarul Chris Bowes, a magyar kiadásra készült el a “Nyár van” című Neoton Família klasszikus feldolgozása is, amiben a második versszaktól Köteles Leander is besegít.

Magyarország youtu.be/FfVDq0gqVa0 Nyár van (Neoton Família) youtu.be/TrsO6KhlQbw

“Mondjuk csak szépen ki: mi egy magyar zenekar vagyunk! Komolyan mondom. Amerika, Írország, Egyesült Királyság, Magyarország… szóval elég sokfelé élünk a világban, de Magyarország az Alestorm otthona, központja, szíve; itt fut össze minden, amit csinálunk.” – válaszolta az egyik kérdésre Chris a lemezzel együtt megjelent H-Music magazinban.

Az Alestorm és Magyarország – interjú a Petőfi TV-ben: youtu.be/5toqaQabALg

Az új lemez már országszerte kapható 1999 forintért különleges magyar verzióban minden Relay & InMedio árusítóponton, és továbbra is rendelhető az alestorm.hmusic.hu oldalon. A H-Music magazint csurig raktuk érdekességekkel, van benne Alestorm, Chris Bowes, Bodor Máté, Elliot Vernon, Lasse Lammert, Captain Yarrface, Visions Of Atlantis, Rumproof és Köteles Leander interjú, Magyarország dalszöveg és tabulatúra, dupla poszter és lemezismertetők.

Július 3-án – most vasárnap – egy hatalmas kalóz P.A.R.T.Y. keretében meg is mutatják a friss dalokat a Barba Negrában, ahol garantáltan elhangzik a “Magyarország” és a “Nyár van” is!

Facebook esemény: facebook.com/events/966158367317242

Jegyek: jegy.rock1.hu/alestorm_2022070

Az Alestormot a Visions Of Atlantis kíséri el, akik “Pirates” című friss lemezükkel remekül beleolvadnak az este hangulatába, hazai fronton pedig a Rumproof martalócai ágyúznak a Barba Negra deszkáiról. Ha valaki valamilyen rejtélyes okból nem fogyasztott el legalább hét rumot kezdésre, és ezért nem tudott kellőképp hangulatba kerülni, erről “A Világ Legjobb Igazi Skót Kalóz Metal” zenekara, a Rumahoy énekese, maga Captain Yarrface DJ szettje gondoskodik – akármit is jelentsen ez.

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#Hírek

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musclemex · 4 years

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Luis Mendoza

#luis mendoza #mexican muscle #hairy / peludo #barba / beard #glasses / lentes #tattoos / tatuajes #dj

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marquesdeferreira · 6 years

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Jogando tudo de ruim pra fora assoprando resto antes que termine um siclo para que outro melhor venha🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻👊🏻👊🏻👊🏻🍁🚬💨🎩✡️🕎 #livre #freedom #alone #living #my #life #lifestyle #underground #dj #producer #moments #bear #beard #bearded #instabear #instabeard #instabearded #barba #barbudo #urso #ursolindodobrasil #instaurso #brasil #saopaulo #campinas #artist #artista (em Campinas, Sao Paulo)

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djkairos · 6 years

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Desde el centro de #Bogota y mi perfil de #barba 😮 .... #Cristianos #Colombia #Dj #cedm #face #facebook #locutor #sigueme #ibiza #musicaelectronica #Gospel #electronicmusic #salsa #latino #instagram #love #underground #amor #musica #soundcloud (en Alcaldía Mayor de Bogotá)

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rntpereira · 4 years

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Sobre o último final de semana Esses dois aí acenderam uma vontade de muito tempo... Obrigado pelos sets... Sou fã de vocês! . . . . #JF #beard #barba #barbado #bearded #nature #bear #beardstyle #beardman #beardlove #dj (em Juiz de Fora) https://www.instagram.com/p/B98Lb2OHVx1/?igshid=qorsbh74j7zf

#jf #beard #barba #barbado #bearded #nature #bear #beardstyle #beardman #beardlove #dj

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chatasemcheat · 3 years

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Desafio Tribos Urbanas

Olá, criei um novo desafio, não sei se existe algo similar por aí, por favor me digam se gostam!

Desafios Gerações Tribos Urbanas

Cada pessoa tem um estilo, não é mesmo? Uns são mais moderninhos, outros são mais românticos, outros mais ligados à tecnologias e por aí vai. Resolvi criar um desafio inspirado nesses tipos que vemos por aí.

Regras Gerais:

Apenas os herdeiros seguem o estilo da geração, os cônjuges e outros filhos podem se vestir como queiram.

Começar com o dinheiro inicial do jogo, 20000 simoleons

A Hiponga ou O Hippie - você pode iniciar com um sim mulher ou homem, fica a seu critério.

As famílias podem viver no mundo que quiserem, com exceção se for dito na regra da geração.

Completar aspiração e carreira.

Utilizar o tempo de vida normal.

1a Geração - Hippie/Indie

Você parece que saiu do Woodstock, não gosta de brigas, é bondoso, caridoso e ama viver ao ar livre. Adora viver rodeado de amigos, de preferência em volta da fogueira! O estilo hippie é bem boho, indie... sabe? Cabelos compridos, homens com barba, roupas de fibras naturais, muitas pulseiras, brincos, sandálias.

Traços:

Ama ao ar livre, Bondoso e Vegetariano

Aspiração:

Senhora do Tricô

Carreira:

Jardineiro

Metas

Viver numa casa com estilo hippie, com um jardim bem bonito, ter uma horta.

Ter dois filhos e adotar mais duas crianças.

Procurar doar sempre dinheiro e itens feitos no tricot para a caridade.

Ajudar 5 sims de sua cidade, se estiver triste deixá-lo feliz, se estiver zangado acalmá-lo, etc.

2a Geração - Punk

Você viveu rodeado de amor, mas aquele amor todo te irrita profundamente. Você é rebelde, ama rock e jaquetas de couro. Gosta de tocar a guitarra da Dona Morte. Hambúrguer vegetariano? Blarg! Voce ama mesmo é um hamburguer de carne suculento!

Traços:

Criativo, amante da música e cabeça quente

Aspiração:

Gênio Musical

Carreira

: Músico

Metas:

Entrar numa briga, seu feriado predileto é o dia da briga

Domínio da habilidade de guitarra

Casar com a namorada da escola e ter pelo menos 1 filho.

A casa deve seguir um estilo industrial, móveis de couro, posters de música. Ter uma churrasqueira.

Frequentar um bar. Ter amigos músicos e sair com eles.

3a Geração - Hip Hop ou Street

Como seu pai ou mãe eram um pouco mal humorados, você passou o maior tempo na rua brincando com seus amigos do bairro. Ao se tornar jovem adulto você se muda para a cidade, e vai viver num belo apartamento.

Você gosta de jogar basquete, dançar e fazer grafites nos murais.

Traços

: Alegre, ativo e extrovertido

Aspiração:

Vida na cidade

Carreira:

Livre- pode escolher qualquer carreira

Metas:

Viver na cidade e completar a aspiração

Jogar basquete semanalmente

Casar e ter filhos

Fazer um mural grafitado

ter pelo menos 5 em dança

4a Geração - Praiano Rasta

Você cresceu na cidade, brincando no parque em frente ao seu prédio, mas você curte mesmo é ir pra praia, ficar nadando lá, catando conchas e pegar um bronzeado. Seu sonho é ter um barco e uma casa na praia.

Traços:

Pateta, Filha da Ilha, Chegado

Aspiração:

Vida na Praia

Carreira:

Conservacionista

Metas:

Mude para Sulani assim que se tornar um jovem adulto

Tenha um barco

Faça eventos na praia

Conheça sua esposa em Sulani e tenha filhos

5a Geração - Geek

Você cresceu na praia, mas você ao oposto dos seus pais, curte uma cidade, videogames. Computadores e tudo que é eletrônico!

Traços:

Gênio, Geek, alegre

Aspiração:

Gênio da Informática

Carreira:

Guru da Tecnologia

Metas:

Mude para San Myshuno assim que se tornar um jovem adulto

Participe de eventos de videogames e vença

Case-se com uma cosplay e tenha filhos

Tenha videogames em casa

6a Geração - Hipster

Você cresceu rodeado de videogames, computadores, mas você curte ler um bom livro, frequentar museus, centros de artes e aquelas feiras de bairro. Seus pais ouviam música eletrônica, mas você prefere música alternativa. Você usa óculos porque acha estiloso, se veste bem e sua casa é linda. Você tem um gosto refinado e é super antenado!

Traços:

Amante da arte, criativo e devorador de livros

Aspiração:

Pintor(a) Extraordinário(a)

Carreira:

Crítico de Arte

Metas:

Você pode viver em qualquer cidade

Frequente centros de artes, museus e salões semanalmente

Frequente as feiras! Todas as feiras!

Sua casa tem que ter muitas obras de artes e ser linda!

Case-se ou more junto e tenha 1 filho.

7a Geração - Gótico

Você viveu numa casa linda, era filho único, mas sem motivo algum, você é melancólico, gosta de ficar isolado, dos seus pais você herdou o gosto pela leitura e escrita. Mas não gosta de festas e nem de ter muitas pessoas ao redor. Você gosta da cor preta e roxo, tons escuros. Não gosta de praia, nem de sol, prefere os dias chuvosos e nublados.

Traços:

Soturno, solitário e devorador de livros

Aspiração:

Autor(a) Best-seller

Carreira:

Escritor

Metas:

Você pode viver em qualquer cidade

Escreva muitos livros

Se for mulher, engravide de algum namorado e não se case.

Se for homem, engravide alguma mulher, ela vai deixar a criança aos seus cuidados e sumir do mapa.

Tenha 1 gato

Faça amizade com alguns sims fantasmas

Tenha uma lápide em casa.

8a Geração Clubber

Seu pai ou mãe vivia numa melancolia só, mas você ama um agito, ama dançar e quer frequentar e dar todas as festas! Você ama cores, gosta de usar tênis e muito neon na sua casa. Prefere a noite do que o dia, mas se a festa for de dia, você vai feliz da vida! Seus cabelos também são ousados e coloridos! E você defende o LGBT! Aliás você é LGBT!

Traços:

Máquina de dança, extrovertido e engajado

Aspiração: Grande Festeiro(a) Carreira: Mixólogo Metas:

Dominar a habilidade de dança

Ter pelo menos 8 em DJ

Ter pelo menos 6 em Mixologia

Frequentar as boates e dar festas

Casar com alguém do mesmo sexo e adotar os filhos

Ter um clube ou participar de um clube

9a Geração Patricinha Fashion/ Mauricinho

Seus pais eram bem modernos e animados, você também gosta de um agito, mas você gosta de um glamour, de holofotes e muito luxo.

Traços:

Esnobe, materialista e egocêntrico

Aspiração:

Celebridade Mundialmente Famosa

Carreira:

Estilista ou Ator, atriz

Metas:

Dominar carisma

Ter fãs

Ter um cachorrinho de pequeno porte

Viver numa casa bem luxuosa

Ser famosa

Casar e ter dois filhos

10a Geração E-girls/E-boys

O visual é inspirado nos animes, um visual um pouco grunge fofo, as meninas usam aqueles penteados diferentes e coloridos, com bochechas rosas e corações, além daquele delineador preto bem marcado. Muitas listras, meias arrastão e xadrez. Os rapazes usam bochechas rosadas com sardas, cabelo liso e separado. Billie Eilish é um exemplo desse tipo. Aqui o nosso último sim, nasceu numa casa luxuosa com muito glamour e adora uma ostentação, ele adora tirar uma selfie, gravar muitos vídeos, tá sempre ligado nos computadores, tem drones gravando tudo pra eles. É um blogueiro nato! O sonho mais secreto dele ou dela, é encontrar sua alma gêmea e além do mais, ele é muito desastrado!

Traços:Egocêntrica, pateta e desajeitado

Aspiração: Alma gêmea

Carreira:Mídias Sociais

Metas:

Pode viver em qualquer mundo

Completar aspiração e carreira

Ter no mínimo um drone

Gravar vídeos

Tirar muitas selfies.

#the sims 4 #the sims 4 challenge

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Accidental Feminist Icon

Between my own headcanon Barba becomes a very niche viral celebrity for being a mix of feminist icon giving one liners on the news and handsome/well dressed and the DJ Khaled post, this happened.

“Counsellor, are you listening?” Olivia asked as Rafael Barba looked at his phone again. It had been months now since he started trying Manhattan SVU’s cases, and she hadn’t seen him this distracted before.

“I just- why do I have rapid fire Twitter notifications? Over one hundred and fifty?”

“You have Twitter?” He rolled his eyes, not proud of the admission. But he liked to follow politics and music and satire. His colleagues would have discourse on legal proceedings and theory. But when he opened his notifications, the sea of professional headshots making up the icons in his notifications window were replaced by cartoon avatars and selfies. Handles like @Bradley_GreedADA were replaced with @feministkilljxy.

What was happening?

Why were there GIFs of him now?

“Rafael?” He was snapped back to attention by Olivia’s hand passing over his phone screen, and he shook his head, holding the screen out to her. “What am I looking at?”

“Why have a couple hundred- are these all teenagers?”

“Are they following you? Or tagging you?”

“Both?” He scrolled through the mentions.

“Both.” A questioning look.

“Have I gone viral?” he asked herr, eyes wide and his tone disgusted. Twitter was where he posted law books, nice dinners out, homemade dinners in, and the nicer scotch he drank. Sometimes even pictures of himself; some of his friends enjoyed fashion as well, and their twitters all had a heavy thread of their suspenders and ties. Suddenly, he was having photos he’d posted to flaunt his ability to mix patterns retweeted in appreciation of something more than the color scheme.

“I think you have. What have you said now?”

“The girl whose tweet I keep getting tagged in mentioned Jocelyn Paley and the Adam Caine case.”

“That was seven months ago.”

“I’m very aware. I have to get to the office. I’ll get you that warrant.”

He continued to scroll as he walked, alarmed by the number of followers he was gaining and going to open a direct message from a friend to see a wall of messages from names he didn’t know. Once he was able to find Bradley’s message, he saw it was series of tweets with videos and GIFs of him on the courthouse steps. They were all from the same case, he assumed the Adam Caine case. He clicked the video of he and Rita Calhoun.

All I can say, today's Grand Jury indictment is the first step towards achieving justice for Jocelyn Paley.

The DA's office is desperately trying to distract from their recent scandal with a high-profile case.

Don't give me that--whether you're a john in the South Bronx or a $3-million-a-year talk show host, no means no.

He could remember the exchange now, and it had apparently been retweeted thousands of times. Cameras always made him determined to distract, determined to drive home a point. And now, he was seeing some group of teenagers had clung on to his words, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about becoming recognized enough by that demographic to warrant this rapidly increasing follower count.

“Carmen, can I ask you something?”

“Of course, Mr. Barba. Need coffee?”

“No,” he said plainly, shaking his head and showing her his feed. “Is this normal?”

“They found you?”

“Excuse me?”

“Haven’t you seen the posts?”

“I don’t branch out on Twitter often.”

“I see it mostly, like, on Instagram with captions and people post clips of you on vine.”

“What’s vine?”

“A six second video app. Teenagers and young women post you. Vine is normally comedy. But people are obsessed with you. Niche, but sizable number. I think it’s mostly New York girls who see you on the news. But that means the vines went viral a couple months ago.”

“So now they’re all following me on Twitter?”

“You’re viral for being attractive, dressing well, and prosecuting rapists. Embrace it.”

“I can’t post my clothes anymore.”

“Just continue like usual. Don’t respond to DMs.”

He spent a few weeks terrified of this new following, but after three days, things calmed down. The number of followers he gained was weird and confusing to him, and he decided to listen to Carmen ultimately, keeping the profile the same and pretending nothing had happened. She did stop him one day, showing him that there had been people making fake accounts, yet another thing that was insane to him. She primarily told him because these accounts were attempting to take advantage of the fact young girls were the ones following him. He awkwardly slid the handles to Olivia, and Carmen filled out an application for Twitter verification that left him mortified. Even worse, it was approved.

He was swept away in a case soon enough. Lindsay was assaulted by a whole fraternity at Hudson. They uncovered a previous victim in a hospital, a fraternity known for being a rape factory, and a dean helping create a culture that buried these attacks. It was becoming higher profile than he expected, and it wasn’t easy to try. He’d had to shut off his notifications on his phone during these cases. When Lindsay committed suicide, he accompanied Rollins when she went to arrest the dean. What he didn’t expect was for two of the women they saw to approach him, asking if they were here about Lindsay and thanking them when he said he couldn’t mention it. Then they asked for a selfie. Rafael was mortified but obliged.

“We recognize you from Twitter.”

Well, now he knew he needn’t accompany the squad out anymore.

When he got tweets from the kind of scum that supported the fraternity, it took a concerted effort not to respond. That could jeopardized the case. He’d already had to tell the two girls they couldn’t post about him being there. He tweeted a disclaimer for if people saw him out, feeling like an asshole. Twitter was now becoming a liability, but he could balance it and refused to give up the feed. Slowly, the GIFs and stills of him on the news were collected, and he only got embarrassed again when mami’s students had discovered him and realized he was the guy in their principal’s pictures. Now Mami had a Twitter, and she followed people who praised him joyfully, though he’d managed to convince her not to interact in private messages or respond to people insulting him.

The Jenna Miller case caused another leap in his follower count, and he had developed a little sense of pride instead of embarrassment when his followers jumped from people who mattered in New York to people who mattered elsewhere. A congresswoman from Ohio. Artists. Activists. He’d texted Olivia when Lady Gaga followed him. Plus that woman from True Blood. God, she was beautiful. Plus the hot boybander that had probably made him realize he was bisexual. It was weird, and he was unwilling to publicly acknowledge any of it. Unless they were on twitter, he certainly didn’t tell anyone he knew other than Olivia. Soon enough, someone had made a t-shirt on Etsy of the moment he’d turned on his heel. The media had called after Jenna, the olympian, and he’d told them no questions. Then the had the gall to bring up her sex work. He’d stopped on the steps, turning on his heel and announcing “Except for that one. Paid or not paid, no means no. Consent can be revoked at any time.” And now, Etsy users were profiting on it. This group was niche, but it ran deep. Luckily, he noticed the shop only had a few dozen sales.

Everything was fine until Rafael Barba lost his ability to maintain his composure. Up until now, he’d monitored his name, mentions, and a few hashtags people used with him. It was usually just the GIFs and stills and soundbites. He participated in some banter after the first couple of years, boundaries firm enough he felt he could. But he still didn’t bicker. Carmen said he got a following for being a good guy, and he thought it was gross openly condemning rape seemed to be all it took to be a good guy. But then through his lurking, Rafael Barba saw a tweet about DJ Khaled. He’d had to google who the hell that was, unsure who all of Twitter was piling onto, but he found the tweet objectionable enough to respond.

“Mr. Barba,” Carmen said, eyes sparkling with amusement as she came in to see her boss still scrolling through his phone. “You really decided this is the time to get involved on Twitter? You only ever respond to what people say to your stuff or your friends.”

He should’ve known she’d be on top of it. He’d given her access when notifications went through the roof the second time, and Carmen helped filter through DMs he didn’t want to see. But now, that meant her phone was vibrating like his in response to his first tweet in response to a stranger or someone who wasn’t in a thread under his own post.

“What? I’m supposed to endorse consent but not enjoyment?”

“You’re going to end up in a Buzzfeed article, sir.”

“If this is my legacy, so be it.”

“Your legacy? Taking it seriously now?”

“This is serious.”

Carmen’s phone buzzed in her hand, and she knew he’d sent another tweet. Her own account got notifications so she could monitor him. She sighed heavily, unlocking the phone and looking at it.

“Mr. Barba, does your mom know you’re bi?”

“No, why?”

“She follows you, idiot.”

“Shit. Well, I suppose it’s time.”

“If you tweet Smash Mouth, I’m quitting. These kids are already thirst tweeting you. They must have tweet notifications on for you.”

“Who’s Smash Mouth?”

“How the hell are you culturally relevant?”

“According to Liv, I’m a feminist icon.”

“Don’t get arrogant sir. I help run this twitter.”

“I’ll change the password. I do all the posting.”

“I won’t tell you if Evan Rachel Wood slides in your DMs.”

“Why would I care?”

“I know why you watched True Blood.”

“Touche.” He paused. “Do you think she will?”

“Give me the phone. I’ll bring it when Liv calls.”

“Why would she call?”

“She made a Twitter, sir. Followed you last week.”

“Shit,” he said, eyes wide. “I posted pictures of my food. She saw me acting like a Twitter guy.”

“You are a Twitter guy.”

He rolled his eyes, ending with a retweet of his new favorite addition to the conversation.

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“Warrior”

Awwwwww SHIT. She cannot be stopped, folks.

So I thought about making this an Epilogue to “Helpless”, but I MIGHT turn it into a sequel, if that’s something you guys want. I have so many ideas!!!

Anyway, here is a “Helpless” SEQUEL ONE SHOT as of now.

TBH I love it so much. I was listening to the song and I just couldn’t get this idea out of my head. OH RIGHT, if you haven’t heard Demi Lovato’s “Warrior”, listen to it now. And/or as you read this. I listened to it the entire time I wrote it. Hell I’m still listening to it. LOL.

“Please, Liv?”

Barba was begging his best friend, on his knees in his own office.

“This is ridiculous, Rafa. You’re a grown man. Stop begging,”

“Then promise you’ll do it,”

“I..wha...WHY do you need me to take your girlfriend out?”

“Look she just went through a traumatic event--”

“Um it was pretty traumatic for me too, if you couldn’t tell,”

“Right. I know...Liv, you know I love you,” He put a hand on her shoulder. “But she ALSO lost the one person in the world that she’s had for most of her life. She has no one now,”

“She has you, obviously,”

“Well yeah sure she has me, but I--I can’t be her whole world. She needs friends. And she doesn’t meet anyone because she had to quit her job at Fazzoli’s. So she’s just been my Personal Assistant for the past month until she can find something else, and she’s just…. around, ALL the time,” He explained the past month of your lives.

“Sounds like you’re getting sick of your little hustler,” Liv chuckled.

“DON’T, call her that.” Rafael warned her.

“Why? It’s what she did,” Liv scoffed.

“Olivia...look,” Rafael rubbed his temples. “You are my best friend in the entire world, and I love you. But you have GOT to let this little...grudge against Y/N go,”

“Grudge? What-- She--” Olivia protested, but Rafael cut her off.

“Whatever happened, it’s in the past. We’re putting it behind us, and so should you,”

“Whatever….” Olivia rolled her eyes.

“If you want to keep being my best friend,”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a plea, once again,” He took her hand. “If you truly love me, you will help me help her,” He gave her those puppy dog eyes, the ones she could never resist, even if she wanted to.

“Oh that is DIRTY, Barba,” She pushed him away with her hand over his face.

“Again though, I don’t know what you want me to do. She obviously doesn’t think we’re going to be friends, and all of my friends are your friends-- also, they’re all adults,”

“She’s an adult,”

“....Sure she is,”

“OLIVIA,”

“Okay okay, I just...Oh you know what, I could ask Lucy if her and her friends want to come,” She picked up her phone and flipped through it.

“See? You’re brilliant,” Rafael smiled.

“Whoa there counselor, I’m not sure how excited she is going to be to drag her friends out with her BOSS, her friends and your pet---girlfriend,” She quickly corrected herself, but Barba heard it anyway.

“You’re unbelievable,” He sighed.

“Look I said I would ask her, I didn’t say it would be happy about it,”

“Alright, alright,” He nodded. “Thank you, Liv,” he gave her a small hug then she turned to walk out.

“Don’t make me regret this,” She eyed him. Just then, you came up behind her in the doorway.

“Regret what?”

“Uh...my lunch plans, Rafael suggested a place I haven’t tried,” Olivia pushed her hair behind her ears nervously, looking everywhere around you but your eyes. Classic lying tells, but you really didn’t want to deal with her stuff right now so you left it alone.

“Oh, well have fun detective!” You gave her a cheery smile as she walked out of the office. You handed Rafael one of the two coffees you had brought in.

“Fuel for my baby,” You smiled, kissing him on the cheek. You could see the screaming behind his eyes when he smiled back at you.

“...What?” you raised an eyebrow.

“What, what?” he asked, acting oblivious.

“Rafael, you know I know something is off,”

“Wha… no, not--” he started but you gave him a knowing look. “You said you weren’t going to do that anymore, Y/N,” he was suddenly stern, referring to using your ‘superpower’.

“And I told you, I can’t turn it off!” You reminded him, you had said it in your very first conversation.

“Okay but you can...y’know pretend you don’t see things,” he pointed out.

“Or, you could just tell me why your eyes are screaming for help right now,” you crossed your arms.

“Wha--that--Good lord,” He sighed, taking a swig of his coffee.

“I’m around too much, aren’t I?” You finally stated the obvious, tired of ignoring it anymore.

“No! No no no…” He put a hand to your face. Overly repetitive denial, meant yes.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I don’t have anywhere else to be,” You bit your lip and looked down at the floor. You hated being this helpless, relying on him for everything. Ever since he had left the hospital, you’d moved in with him and took care of him while his shoulder healed. And then when he went back to work, you told him you had to quit working at Fazzoli’s because it was just too hard to go there every day after everything that had transpired there. You really had tried, but you just kept having flashbacks or panic attacks that Arianna would come walking through the door and take you away again.

Rafael was totally understanding, as usual. He told you that you could be his Assistant for the time being, which really just meant you followed him around all day like a puppy. And he was paying you with his salary, so he was basically just giving you money. You hated it; you were used to being completely independent-- sort of.

Sure Arianna ‘protected’ you, but it wasn’t like you were a baby bird. You had been through so many horrific things in your short life, all on your own. You knew how to survive in the mean streets of NYC, making your own money. You were like a bulldog, and now you were a lap dog.

“Hey,” Rafael picked your head up back to face him. “I know. I’m not blaming you for anything,”

“But you are sick of me,”

“I just...I think you need more people in your life, that’s all,” he stroked your hair.

“Yeah, I know,” you shrugged.

He was right, but you weren’t used to having more than one person looking out for you, or vice versa. You didn’t really know what it was like to have a normal friend, and your serious trust issues really didn’t help the situation. Rafael had tried to get you to go to therapy to work through your “issues”, but you didn’t trust your therapist, which made the whole thing moot.

“...Wait, so what were you actually talking about with Liv?”

“She told you, I was--”

“Can we not do this again,” You rolled your eyes.

“....Alright fair enough,” He sighed, giving up. “I asked Olivia if she knew of any girls that might want to ‘hang out’ with you,”

“Oh my god, Rafa!” You were humiliated.

“God now I’m like that weird kid in class who eats paste, and her parents have to to talk to the teacher who makes the other kids be her friend,”

“....That’s a weirdly specific scenario,” he raised an eyebrow.

“...Yeah, well-- not my first time,” You shrugged sadly.

“Aw honey,” He half laughed, taking your into his arms and kissing your forehead. “I would’ve been your friend, no matter what you ate,”

“Yeah well considering you were probably in high school when I was in elementary, I doubt it,” You smirked.

“Ooof, below the belt,” He put both hands over his crotch with a pained expression.

“I’m sorry,” you stuck your tongue out with a smile. “But you kinda deserve it, trying to beg people to be my friend,”

“I didn’t BEG…” He started, but saw that look in your eyes. “Okay but it worked,” He came clean.

“Oh Olivia and I are gonna have a girls night? Are we gonna braid each other’s hair and talk about boys we like? OH WAIT,” You made sarcastic gestures. “We like the same boy!” You rolled your eyes.

“I mean, I can’t blame you. He’s pretty awesome,” He smirked.

“And so not full of himself,” You pulled on his collar towards you.

“Not at all,” He kept smirking, as he placed his lips over yours.

Just then Barba’s phone vibrated-- a text from Liv.

“KARAOKE NIGHT. TONIGHT. 8PM,”

“Uh….well, I guess you might be right?” He showed his phone. It vibrated again, another text came in as your were reading it.

“LUCY AND FRIENDS, YOU BETTER BE THERE TOO. I’M NOT A BABYSITTER,”

“Well, she is just lovely,” you handed it back to him with a roll of your eyes.

“Hey, at least she’s trying,” he texted a reply to Liv.

“Can you try as well? Please?” He asked you while looking at you with the same puppy dog eyes, Liv wasn’t the only one who couldn’t resist them.

“Fine…” you sighed, and he rewarded you with a kiss.

“I need something to wear,” You batted your eyes, to which he rolled his own and pulled out his credit card.

“See? I’m leaving you alone, it’s working already!” You giggled, walking out of the office to go shopping.

------

That night, you and Rafael showed up to a place called TOP5.. It was a fun, trendy hipster restaurant. There were several booths, some tables, even a few couches for people to chill. And in front of everything was a huge stage, with a piano next to it. But there was also a DJ, spinning records.

Rafael noticed Olivia waving to him; he lead you to a giant half booth half table where Olivia, Rollins, Fin, Carisi, and four young girls you had never met before sat with drinks in their hands.

“How did you get these guys out?” Rafael gestured to the squad.

“I asked them nicely,” She smiled.

“Yeah, if ‘nice’ means it was either this or catching up on paperwork all night,” Fin rolled his eyes.

“This is Lucy, my nanny,” Olivia pointed the young girl next to her, who gave a small wave.

“And these are my friends Riley, Lexi and Brianne,” Lucy pointed to each of her friends, who also did a wave as they heard their name.

“Rafael Barba,” he nodded to the girls. “And this is my--”

“Y/N,” You interjected, introducing yourself. You were determined NOT to just be “Rafael’s Girlfriend” anymore.

“So we were looking through some songs, I don’t think anyone’s brave enough to go up there though,” Lexi informed you, gesturing to a huge black binder in front of her and her friends.

“More like not drunk enough,” Lucy laughed.

“Hey we can fix that!” Brianne giggled, calling for shots from the bar.

“Great idea Barba, it’s like we’re chaperoning,” Amanda whispered to Rafael, who rolled his eyes and nodded to a waiter for a scotch.

“May I?” You asked Riley, sliding the book in front of you. You flipped through a binder, until a song stood out to you. It was like it was screaming to you from the page.

You had heard so many “therapeutic” mantras over the past month, people trying help you get over your trauma. Talk it out, they said. You need to get it out.

Well, this was one way.

You excused yourself and walked up to the DJ, whispered something to which he nodded, and went to the mic.

“Alright alright, looks like we have our first vict--I mean, superstar!” He joked. You seriously thought about punching him in the face for using “victim” as a joke, but you knew that was the trauma talking. And you were to fix that, not indulge it.

The music started, and you just let the words spill out:

This is a story that I have never told

I gotta get this off my chest to let it go

I need to take back the light inside you stole

You're a criminal

And you steal like you're a pro

All the pain and the truth

I wear like a battle wound

So ashamed, so confused

I was broken and bruised

Thoughts of you and Arianna’s life together ran through your mind like a movie montage as you sang. The words were so scary accurate.

Now I'm a warrior

Now I've got thicker skin

I'm a warrior

I'm stronger than I've ever been

And my armor, is made of steel, you can't get in

I'm a warrior

And you can never hurt me again

That first chorus felt like you were letting out a huge breath you had been holding in for God knows how long. You wanted Olivia, Rafel, the squad...EVERYONE to know, that you weren’t this helpless little lamb they had seen for the past month.

Out of the ashes, burning like a fire

You can save your apologies

You're nothing but a liar

I've got shame, I've got scars

But I will never show

I'm a survivor

In more ways than you know

'Cause all the pain and the truth

I wear like a battle wound

So ashamed, so confused

I'm not broken and bruised

Now the flashbacks of the real trauma you had been through came pulsing through your mind. Horrors that still kept you up at night; you’d have night terrors sometimes but had hidden them from Rafael so far. He didn’t need to know just how fucked up you truly were. None of it mattered now anyway, you were a survivor. And you had the scars to prove it.

'Cause now I'm a warrior

Now I've got thicker skin

I'm a warrior

I'm stronger than I've ever been

And my armor, is made of steel, you can't get in

I'm a warrior

And you can never hurt me

There's a part of me I can't get back

A little girl grew up too fast

All it took was once, I'll never be the same

Now I'm taking back my life today

Nothing left that you can say

'Cause you were never gonna take the blame anyway

You thought of everything Arianna had taken from you. Sure your childhood was shit, but you were fairly young when she convinced you to run away with her. You could have stayed in your small town, found a decent job. Lived a normal life, with normal friends. But she sucked you into your life of crime and deceit, all while telling you it was perfectly fine, and that she loved you. But it was all bullshit, all of it. You saw that now. And now if she ever came back into your life and tried to convince you of anything, you wouldn’t fall back into her lies.

You took a breath before the last chorus, suddenly feeling your face getting wet. You realized you had started crying while you were singing, but for some reason you weren’t ashamed of it. It actually made you feel stronger, like letting your tears wash the pain and shame from yourself.

Now I'm a warrior

I've got thicker skin

Now I'm a warrior

I'm stronger than I've ever been

And my armor, is made of steel, you can't get in

I'm a warrior

And you can never hurt me again

You finished the song in a whisper as your head dropped to looking at the floor. You were exhausted from the mental journey that song had taken you on. You had never felt so...free. Before you could even look up, the room erupted in applause.

You lifted your head to see everyone in the room giving you a standing ovation...even Olivia, who you could swear had tears in her eyes.

You gave a sheepish smile and a curtsy, quickly getting off the stage and returning to your booth, where not a face was dry.

“...Aww, guys...,” You didn’t know what to say; you had never been that open and vulnerable to ANYONE before, and here you had gone and ripped your soul open in front of a group of strangers.

“That was--”

Olivia came around and hugged you, a genuine hug. It lasted uncomfortably long, so you had to break it with a confused smile.

“I’m sorry I judged you,” She apologized, and you saw the absolute sincerity and guilt written all over her face.

“It’s fine, if I were you I would’ve judged me too,” you gave her an understanding smile.

She nodded, giving Rafael an apologetic look as well, to which he took her hand and pulled her into a hug.

“So, who’s next?!” You smiled, pushing the binder to the middle of the table. Protests and laughs began at the table, bickering about who was drunk enough to follow you.

Rafael leaned over to you, whispering in your ear over the noise of the crowd.

“You’re the bravest warrior I know, Y/N” He wiped tears from his eyes, kissing your cheek.

“Yes. Yes, I am,” you smiled, wiping the rest of his tears as you kissed him.

And for the first time maybe ever, you believed it.

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