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h4m1lt0ns · 1 month

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HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.

episode fourteen :: HEAR ME OUT.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴various, lewis hamilton x y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔girl you will not believe who texted y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ face claim ﹔ wonyoung jang (28)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕ excessive cussing, none.

y/n: i’m sorry who is this?

xxx-xxx: it’s kelly

y/n: ?

y/n: kelly piquet?

xxx-xxx: unfortunately

xxx-xxx: its an emergency.

xxx-xxx: and girl to girl, we NEED to talk.

y/n: OH?

xxx-xxx: i need to see you.

xxx-xxx: will u be at the qatar gp?

y/n: yes!! we can talk there, but is it urgent?

xxx-xxx: i know what you’ve seen from me gives u every reason under the sun to not even want to breath the same air as me but this is for your safety.

y/n: i got you.

y/n: see you tomorrow.

☆ IMESSAGE with ; BOARD OF DIRECTORS.

y/n: if you’re available for gossip irl raise ur hand

angel carmen: no bc what where you doing with that demon i thought you knew better

princess george: explain pls 😐

chal eclair: hurry up and explain bae, alex is spamming me and she’s fuming 😍

y/n: she’s spamming me too 😭

wifey lily: the girls gc is going OFFFFF

girlfriend kika: for good fucking reason

girlfriend kika: fucking explain yourself y/n

PIERRE GASLYYYY: kika’s so mad i think she might explode 😭

alabono: lily too 😭

chili!: well good thing none of them are here bc y/n would gotten assaulted

angel carmen: yeah

babygirl alex: exactly

girlfriend kika: what carlos said

wifey lily: hm.

y/n: 😟

y/n: meeting in george’s drivers room?

my baby lando: on my way !!!!

chal eclair: we all are

︴# ⸝⸝ : ★ real life ¡ ⌕ ⸝⸝ ﹒ ﹕

“everyone here?” y/n asks as everyone tried to cram in between two chairs and a sofa. “yep” carlos squeaks with charles and lando on top of him on a lazy chair, “yeah, mate” george says, him, alex, and pierre on the sofa while daniel and yuki shared the second chair.

“girls?” y/n looks at her laptop. kika, carmen, alexandra and lily were on a zoom call. “all here” kika gave a thumbs up as y/n sat in the middle of the floor. “girl.” y/n says, “oh, this is gonna be good” lando giggles, “so kelly originally texted me the day champagne, sex and anxiety dropped and i didn’t recognise the number” y/n began.

“i thought she was someone else because the number was unknown but then she was like ‘girl to girl we need to talk’, so i was a bit like, oh?, y’know?” y/n says as she passes her phone to the boys so they can read the messages.

“and when we met earlier, she was like-”

“sorry, did i miss anything?” lewis rushed into the room, seemingly a bit out of breath. “no, it was just about to begin” carmen’s slightly distorted voice says. lewis not so subtly checks y/n out, licking his lips, pierre and daniel give each other a knowing look with charles and lando give y/n a little smirk and she mouths ‘shut up’.

“is that a chair?” george chuckles, lewis placed a chair he had brought with him next to the sofa and shrugged, “well, i knew there wouldn’t be space here” lewis said as he set the chair down. he was about to sit when he notice y/n was on the floor, “wait, you come sit on it” lewis tells y/n.

“no, no, it’s okay” y/n smiles, “doll, i don’t want you sitting on the floor, it’s cold” lewis shakes his head. the rest of the drivers all quietly giggle and nudge each other as the girls text each other something about how lewis was calling you ‘doll’ in front of everyone.

“well it’s here if you need it” lewis says as he sits on the chair.

“guys, hold on, so, what did kelly say?” alex asks.

“yeah, she was like ‘i got your number from max’ phone, sorry to contact you on your personal number, blah blah blah, how was your day?’ all that, but that doesn’t matter” y/n continued, “bro, she’s breaking up with max”

charles gasps, “no, she’s not!”

“did he cheat on her too?” george asks

“here we go again” yuki chuckles.

so many questions were being asked all at once, “boys, shut up so we can understand!” kika exclaimed and the boys quickly settled down again. “they’re breaking up because of me” y/n added and the noise began once more.

“she better not be blaming that on you” lando rolled his eyes.

“what do you mean because of you? you didn’t do anything” carlos frowned.

“i just know he cheated on her” yuki laughs.

“oh my god, all of you shut up!” lily exclaims.

“no, no, wait, max has been, allegedly, loosing his mind. kelly said that ever since they announced their relationship, hes been obsessing over me. to an almost dangerous level” y/n begins again. “define obsessing” george says.

“kelly said that when heartbreak syndrome came out, he was hyper fixated on the songs. he would analyse each song, line by line to figure out which line are about him.” y/n explain. yuki’s eyes widened while charles, lewis and lando physically recoiled. “he also tried to send me a cease and desist because some of the songs were ‘too specific’” she added.

“and also-”

“no, hold on, can we talk about this? because my body had a visceral reaction” lando interrupted with a dramatic hand on his chest. “yeah, that’s a bit much” lewis nodded, pierre muttered something into his hands while carlos looked just befuddled.

“wait, y/n, there’s more? you said also?” carmen frowned. “yeah, so, remember when kelly used to copy me on social media, girl, hold on” y/n got up and began pacing around the room, “apparently, max was forcing her to copy me so she looked like the crazy obsessed one” y/n said, “shut up, no he did not!” pierre said, “girl, yes he did! because he was stalking my accounts with her account” she added.

“what the fuck?” carlos asked and daniel had a frightened look on his face. everyone in the room had shocked looks on their face as they stared at each other. all those months of what seemed like kelly copying and shading y/n was all of max’s doing. “she also said that when i signed with mercedes, he like, lost it.”

“lost it? or lost it?” kika asked, “lost it.” y/n answered. “he was up there breaking things, screaming, crying, just loosing his mind” y/n explained. “heh, he just like me for real” lando chuckled, then everyone glared at him. “i’m so funny” he added.

“did she mention the billboards thing?” daniel asked. y/n nodded as she stood next to lewis, placing a hand over his shoulder. lewis, almost subconsciously, wrapped his arm around y/n’s waist. charles and george smirked at y/n and she gave them a look that said ‘I will throw my shoe at you’. “kelly overheard max literally orchestrating the whole thing on a phone call with the red bull employees, and not only were they going to burn billboards, they wanted to burn the merch stands and my signing booth.”

“okay, what the fuck?” carlos asks again as the girls gasp. “oh? oh, he was serious serious” charles says as he half covered his mouth in shock. “what do you mean the signing booth? you could’ve gotten hurt.” lewis tightened his grip on y/n, as he says with a frown making daniel and alex nod in agreement. “yeah! that could’ve gone really fucking bad” yuki crosses his arms over his chest.

“I wanna say something crazy” y/n began.

“yeah, let’s not…” carmen said, “let’s use our critical thinking, maybe, just maybe, we shouldn’t do crazy things!” alexandra sarcastically giggled, “max was doing crazy things and look where that got him” she added. “depends on what the crazy something is” daniel said, “hey! don’t enable her!” kika scolded him making him raise his hands, “i’m just saying that if-”

“I want to talk to max.” y/n said, and everyone went quiet.

“what?” alex, george and carlos asked in unison, looking confused. “really?” charles asked as him, lando and pierre looked grossed out. “woooooow” yuki deadpanned, him and daniel were visibly upset. alexandra and carmen sighed in disappointment and lewis.. looked angry.

“you’re not seeing him” lewis said.

“but–”

“no you-” lewis inhaled deeply before continuing, “doll, he could’ve hurt you. you heard what his girlfriend said.” he said as he stroked her waist. charles and lando smirked at her, “what did I just say?! critical thinking skills!” alexandra frowned.

“y/n, babe, i don’t have the patience.” lily said with a huge fake smile, y/n put her hands up defensively; “but i have a plan, okay, here me out.” she says.

“okay, let her cook-” lando began, only to be swiftly cut off by george, “no! she’s done cooking for today. banned from the kitchen.”

“guys, oh my god, please.” y/n whined, “i just wanna ask him about some things!” she added. yuki sat up, “i’ve been saying, let me speak to him for months but no one is letting me near him.” he crossed his arms over his chest. “you’re gonna stab him, bro, no!” pierre half chuckled, “…fair.” yuki grumbled.

“there is nothing, nothing, that you and that sloth can talk about.” carlos began, “not a single thing.” he added. “but!” lando clapped, “okay.. devil’s advocate-”

“shut the fuck up.” the girls cut him off, and he placed the dramatic hand back on his chest.

“y/n” lewis said with a soft smile as he pulled her on his lap. george and alex elbowed each other while charles, lando and carlos tried their best (worst) to keep their giggles down, and yuki and pierre took photos to send to kika later.

y/n’s heart beat a bit faster and she founded herself at a loss for words, “you’re not safe around him. if there’s something you want to ask him, ask his girlfriend to communicate it to him. there’s no reason for you to break no contact after all he did. he’s disrespected you and your name in public, has stalked you, damaged private property with your face on it, do i need to keep going?” lewis asked.

y/n shook her head, “n-no, you d-don’t” she quietly answered.

“so what are you gonna do?” lewis asked, “not talk to max… privately.” she answered, he was nodding along, then he stopped. “you… what?”

“y/n, i will leap through this screen and stab you” alexandra threatened. “can we hear her out?” lando asked, “no!” the girls jumped at him again, the dramatic hand returned for a third time, “you’re just gonna let them yell at me like that?” he whined

“maybe you should hear me out!” y/n said, and there was a loud, collective of disappointment and annoyance. “and, yes, they’re your aunts, im your mother.” she answered lando.

“listen, next grand prix, all of you can be there, i just wanna ask him about the bullshit that he’s been doing.” she explained.

everyone looked at each other then at y/n, “really?” charles asked, “please?” y/n begged. “i’m in! sounds messy” lando giggled. kika chuckled, “no wonder you’re a PR nightmare.”

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tarjapearce · 7 months

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Mi Dulce Cereza (Pt. 6)

Ranchero! Miguel O'Hara x Reader

WARNINGS: Tender smut, daily snippets of life, telenovela coded drama, family feud, and more drama.

Summary: Unexpected visits are not Miguel's thing.

Couldn't wait til tomorrow. My bad

Miguel's lips slurped your neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses on your skin. His hands roamed your waist until they reached your cheeks and cupped them lovingly.

Eyes softened upon locking with yours, a gaze full of love and adoration as he buried himself between your hips. You bit your lip with a soft and inviting mewl.

Your eyes stared at him, a soft blush splattered on his amorous yet lustblown face. Meaty lips parted as he panted. Both of his hands entwined tightly on yours, leading them above your head. His body trembled and his breathings hitched. Self control menacing to go out the window as you clamped around him.

"Mi amor" He warned, and you whimpered in return at the tortuous yet delicious pace. You could feel him inch by inch, stretching you.

His thrust firm, deep yet slow. He didn't want to hurt you or the baby, and no matter how much you pleaded for him to go rougher on you, he refrained from ravaging you just the way you liked.

Your legs wrapped around him, squeezing his toned and narrow waist, urging to go deeper.

"No me tortures" (Don't torture me)

He slid one arm underneath your back to cradle you closer as he pushed in once more. Legs immediately wrapped at the base of his hips, squeezing him. Your arms were around his neck, lips devouring, desperate and panting at each other's.

Your body bounced underneath him and his strong limbs. Breast flattened against his scorching torso. Hormones and need in their peak. A loving and tender way to consummate your marriage almost a month later from your courthouse wedding. Baby bump a little more prominent.

He was too far gone in your scent, your delicious and sweet sounds only he could provoke. Your hair tickling his forearms. A flurry of I love yous came in between blown breaths on both mouths as he kept burying himself inside you.

To say you both missed the sensations was an understatement.

With a whimper and a violent tremor, your walls spasmed so deliciously against him, milking his cock. He came as he held tenderly your convulsing body close to him. Emptying himself inside you. His frame swallowing you whole as the ripples of his back contracted and pulsed. Just like his cock.

Your toes curled and you smiled. A few of his front strands tickling your face as he rested his forehead on yours. Panting yet giving little chucklings at your reaction. Sweat sticking on your skin while you melted in his arms.

"What's so funny?"

He kissed and bit your cheek softly, earning a little squeal from you.

"Nothing. I feel like a ragdoll next to you."

"You're perfect, Cerecita. Specially like this."

He laid you down carefully and caressed your cheek with an oeillade your way.

"What?" Your wispy lashes fluttered and he smiled.

"Almost a month later and I can't believe we got married."

"Is that regret I hear?"

He nipped your neck and you giggled.

"Don't ever think that. I'm just surprised as how time flies."

"I hope it flies away for this little bean inside too."

He chuckled and laid next to you, a hand rubbing soothingly on your lower and growing belly.

He looked at the clock, ticking at 3 am.

Your nausea had subsided a bit as Vicky kept feeding you with the right things. But there was nothing she could actually do when it came to the waves of raging hormones that hit you in the least expected moments.

It was almost embarrassing how you ogled at Miguel whenever they did. And they hit hard. And today, you both had finally found a much needed relief after constant teasing.

He had always treated you with such finesse and love, way even before you were pregnant. Kind of reminded you of that first kiss you shared in the barn.

He was a natural for kissing and so many other things that had you swooning. The golden ring on his hand filled your chest with pride and contempt. He was one of the few choices in life you didn't regret rather embraced.

Your mind was full of peace and joy knowing that he not only reciprocated, but gave the extra mile at your affection.

You curled in his chest and he kissed your forehead.

"Te amo. Stop thinking"

You grunted tiredly. He lulled you to sleep by caressing your hair.

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"Miguel? Levántate, mijo. Ya es tarde" (Wake up, Mijo. It's late)

Vicky's voice echoed from the other side of the door. He stirred awake with an annoyed groan.

"Voy" (Coming.)

Your naked leg hooked on his. He sighed with a smug smile.

"I need to go, corazón"

"Five more minutes? I don't get to see you until lunch."

He kissed you.

"Just a couple of hours."

"What do you want for lunch?"

He got up and you slapped his ass with a mischievous smile.

"You. And for dinner as well. But, knowing that's not possible at the moment, anything you decide to do will be good. I know so. "

Your cheeks grew warmer at his words.

"I love you."

Your words earned a loving and tender hug from him and another kiss.

"I love you too."

He took a shower and got dressed. Hard duty jeans, that clung to his muscular and toned legs and glutes, a cotton long sleeved shirt that he rolled on the elbows, a belt, his boots and his hat, that rested on his back. A small cord holding it around his neck.

He blowed a kiss your way and left to attend his duties.

Despite the construction work force returning there was still alot to do around. The barn was finished within a couple of days, and then they moved to the insides of the estate.

The second floor had the windows installed at last. A group worked on the electricity as the others focused in finishing the final touches as some walls were bare. Pure brick and concrete.

Little by little your love nest was taking shape. And being involved in the process made you feel valued and respected. Miguel didn't take any further choices without consulting you.

Your orchard was worked and nurtured every day and seeing the little sprouts of some things made you cry in happiness.

Vicky always accompanied you, you helped eachother. One thing you adored was the fact that most of the workers knew their ways in the kitchen. If Vicky or Miguel would spot them slacking, they'd be sent to help out in the lunch or dinner prepping.

Paco had just entered his eighteens, he was tall, lanky but strong. You'd seen him carrying the concrete bags like they were feathers. He didn't talk much. Brown eyes, light caramel skin with curls ontop of his square shaped face.

He came from a family close to Vicky and Miguel. He was like a nephew to el Patrón. (The Boss)

Joseph on the other hand was on his young adult phase. Twenty one, light brown hair tied in a bun behind his oblong shaped face. A light beard, body more sculpted and toned with a few tattoos on his arms and ankles, hazel eyes and a mean demeanor that was only a decoy for the true goof he was inside.

You'd often find him joking with Paco or the constructions workers. Miguel had found him, freshly thrown into homelessness by life circumstances. He wouldn't admit it, but Joseph saw Miguel as a mentor. Everything he knew was thanks to him.

The both helpers slept comfortably in one of the cabins. After all, the workers area was the first thing Miguel sent to repair. He didn't want for them to go through what he did in your farm.

Sure, the barn had it's own place already built, but that didn't mean it was in good conditions.

He never told you but the first night he barely slept due the bead creaking noises and the crawlers that jumped out of nowhere on him.

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"Look at you, so glowy and pretty. Fun night I suppose?"

"Vicky!"

Victoria laughed at your blushing cheeks.

"Ay chamaca. Es normal!" (Oh, girl. It's normal)

She cleaned some red beans before tossing them into a large pot

"And you better seize that at every chance you have cause once that little O'Hara pops out, you'll barely have time to sleep."

"Alright, jeesh."

Vicky then put the pot to boil and begun peeling some green plantains.

"You know? When Miguel first spoke about you, I had my doubts."

"Oh? How come?"

Vicky sighed and looked at you.

"You'll see. The many women, and by many, I mean two, he'd ever introduced me with, were not good. One was too competitive with him, they'd spend more time arguing than anything, her parents didn't approve of him either."

Vicky sighed at the memory of the many times she'd have to console him and take away the bottle of mezcal from his hands before he got too drunk.

"It wasn't nice, the other one cheated on him with Gabriel. Bien mamoncilla la morra." (Such an unbearable woman)

Your eyes widened and you covered your mouth.

"Do they... talk? I mean Miguel and Gabriel?"

"From time to time. They're no longer at odds, though. Or at least that's what I want to believe. But don't worry, Mija. You won fair and square."

You chuckled.

"Did I?"

"Well, you've got the ring, his last name and pregnant with his child. ¿Qué más quieres pues?" (What else you could possibly want?)

You laughed bashfully.

"Make him happy. Just the way he is making me"

"Ay. Ustedes los jóvenes... So sappy" (Ah you youngsters)

You giggled sheepishly.

"I mean it, Vicky."

"I know, corazón. Sólo estoy bromeando. Just hope you're prepared to meet Conchata, eventually. Or never, hopefully" (Just kidding)

"Conchata? Whose that?"

"Miguel's biological mom that shows up from time to time just to pester my boy."

You gave Victoria droll look as you kept slicing the meat.

"Between you and I, I'm more mother to Miguel and even Gabriel than that woman ever was."

"She sounds... complicated"

Vicky rolled her eyes, "Irresponsable es lo que es." (Irresponsible is what she is.)

"She never let me do anything, but didn't do shit either. Had to whip Miguel's and Gabriel's ass to get them right. Not proud of it, but someone had to teach them values."

"If something is worth saying? He is a great man. You did amazing."

"Ah don't worry. Miguel knows better to fuck around with me."

You both laughed silently. The complicity on her tales not only offered more and more knowledge about Miguel, but a better way to understand him.

"You know? My mom sure was there in her own way I guess but... she married my dad just for money."

"Bet she did. Don't get me wrong, mi niña. Miguel told me everything about her, and by God, I wanted to go where he was and slap some sense into her." (Sweetie)

"Is it wrong to admit that... same?"

Vicky faked a gasp and smirked.

"Ay, Cerecita. Getting out of that house is the best decision you have done. And I mean it."

She pointed at you with her finger, "You were so damn stressed when you came that slept for almost twelve hours straight."

You finished preparing and let the heat do it's job.

"But now you're here. Safe. How do you feel about it?"

"It's scary, the changes I mean. But I've never felt so free and good about a decision I've done. I don't regret it."

"That's the important. When is the next check up?"

"Within a week or so, haven't told Miguel. I forgot about it too. Gotta look for a new doctor. Don't want my family to drag her down to this mess either."

"I know someone. Is the family's doctor. We'll discuss this later. We gotta finish lunch."

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The goal was to finish renovations in a couple of months. Miguel was aware that it would need a good amount of time, specially the main house of the hacienda. After all, that's where his future family would be living and his own business would develop. (estate)

Naturally, he'd want it to be everlasting and good and pretty. Perfect to grow old in it.

He'd oversee every detail that the architect and designer were adding and scratching off. He'd want to make some things baby proofed for his future child. He poured his heart and mind on this life project whenever he wasn't with you. But otherwise, you'd be the main focus of his attention and devotion.

He'd be having meetings with direct providers to increase his cattle. Cows, goats a bit of sheeps and pigs. He had enough chickens for now. But there was something that got him concerned.

Given that your parents were purebred horse traders, they were well acquainted with the main suppliers. Sure he had acted like a third party when Margarita and Manchas, a Mustang mare with her foal, had arrived to the enclosure as their new addition.

He learned a lot. But meddling with the suppliers was something he thought twice, since he didn't want any unnecessary trouble. He'd consult you about it later.

He'd often think about Agustín. A Friesian purebred horse that nearly breaks Joaquín's legs, another Mustang horse, in the initial training. He was quite surprised to see such a noble and calm tempered breed being aggressive towards others. A clear sign of past abuse before he was brought with your parents.

Agustín had been a lucky purchase from your dad. A lucky shop that was surely missing his morning strolls with him. Or getting his hair braided and groomed.

As much as Miguel wanted him back, he knew there was little to nothing he could do. He had the money to buy it, but the property weighed more, priority wise.

You had hit the 10 week mark of your pregnancy. And that only motivated him to keep working hard. You did your own fair share of things around besides domestic chores.

You were in charge of supervising the fencing and also helped with the finances. Sometimes you'd spend hours with him making the balances to fit in the numbers.

The electricity had been installed completely on the second floor and so was the water system. It was the little milestones that put a smile on his face.

And what a better way to celebrate that the cattle was growing and a new main door were installed, than a big dinner with the construction workers and helpers.

Hacienda O'Hara was getting onto it's feet.

There was food, drinks and much to your happy dismay, Miguel took you to dance in the middle of the people's circle that clapped and cheered. Vicky danced with Miguel and other coworkers.

There was no envy, no back handed comments disguised as actual compliments, zero pretense. You were having fun.

Your 'friends' no longer called you, neither texted. But being apart of them had also brought you peace. You had changed your number. After all, it was a new start.

The only numbers you kept were neutral providers that had helped you to get new horse traders contact.

Before your mind kept wandering into business mode, Miguel pulled you out of it with a deep kiss.

But joy wouldn't last much when Paco came running towards Miguel with an alarmed expression that instantly made you frown. Miguel's scowl only deepened the dreading worry that crept in you as he listened to Paco.

"Miguel? What's wrong?"

"Stay here."

"W-What?"

"No dejes que salga, Victoria." (Don't let her out)

Vicky puckered and held you in her arms, trying to soothe your nerves

"Miguel!"

You could only watch as he put on his hat and take the gun Paco gave him. Your eyes widened at the revolver.

"You need to stay calm, mija. I know you are concerned, probably is another iperson that wants Miguel's property. Those cabrones are persistent."

Her words fell upon deaf ears since that harrowing hunch set deeper in your gut.

It didn't helped that Joseph rounded up some people as he looked at you with a concerned expression as he talked through his phone.

Your mind rumbled, Vicky's words offered little reassurance. But something felt wrong. And then a gunshot was heard.

"Miguel" Your eyes filled in with tears and you rushed in the direction he had gone to. Vicky called as she followed you with pleading words.

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As soon as Paco came to him and muttered your parent's last name, he knew things wouldn't end well.

He had been careful enough to not drag any unwanted attention towards him and his property. But trouble had this annoying way to find in the least appropriate of times.

Paco gave him the gun, just for safety measures. He didn't like resorting to violence, but your parents had this knack to press his buttons so fast that is was maddening. Why wouldn't they give up? Why would they keep messing with his life? But most important, how did they find you?

His scowl only deepened upon seeing your parents there, leaning against their expensive car with a small group of people. Some were armed too.

"Where is my daughter?" Your dad spoke as he approached the sturdy metal doors. The name Hacienda O'Hara engraved in them. Miguel towered over him, but your father didn't back away.

"I've allowed her eloping nonsense enough as it is. It's time for her to return with us."

His tone calm, yet sneering.

"What makes you think I'll give my wife back to you, sir?"

"Your wife?!" Rosaura huffed as she came into picture, her cashmere poncho draped around her shoulders as she got off the car, "How dare you?! Give my daughter back, you lowlife!"

Miguel scrunched his nose in disgust at her words.

"Sorry ma'am, can't hear your yapping from here."

"Canalla! You think this door will protect you?" (Scumbag)

Mahonagy eyes flashed red at her threat.

"¿Se atreve a amenazarme en mi propiedad, señora? Ya no estamos en su rancho. Aquí mando yo. Así que bájele sus tres rayitas."

(You dare threaten me in my property, ma'am? We're no longer in your estate. I'm the one that runs things here, so tone the fuck down)

His voice lowered an octave, there was no kindness or politeness behind it.

"A mí no me hablas así, desgraciado -" (You won't talk to me like that, you jerk!)

"Pues le hablo como quiero! ¡¿Cómo la ve?! Ya me hartó usted con sus insultos pendejos." (I will talk to you however I want. How about that? I'm sick of your fucking disrespect.)

"Me devuelves a mi hija a la de ya!" (Get my daughter back now!)

"I'm her husband. Deal with it."

"I'm not letting my respectable daughter to give birth to a wretched-"

A gunshot.

Your mother and the small group stilled as Miguel fired his gun at your dad's words. The men behind him pointed his weapons at the door.

"Listen to me very carefully, suegrito." His nostrils flared in rage and his teeth bared as he sneered the word, "You had the guts to come all the way here, to disrespect me, my wife and my unborn child."

He inched closer and as tempting as it was to grab your dad by the collar he was sure that would make things incredible sour for both sides. His fist clenched in anger as he put the gun away.

"My patience can stretch for so long, and you're testing it's limits too fucking soon. Don't make me the bad guy."

His jaw clenched as your dad gulped discreetly.

A round of collective gasps echoed as you approached with a disturbed look upon seeing the guns in the worker's hands. Vicky calling for Miguel as Joseph and a group of armored men trailed behind you.

"Perdóname, mijo. Se me escapó cuando escuchó el disparo" (Im sorry, mijo. She escaped once she heard the gunshot.)

Your name was chided by your dad

"Pack your things and let's go home. This... foolishness has embarrassed us long enough."

"I am home." Your tone though calm, seethed with brewing anger. Your dad's workers put their guns down.

Your mother scoffed, "I know you, sweetheart. You will get tired of him once he has no money and will return to-"

"Then you know shit about me. You think I am like you?! You might be the one that birthed me, but I do not owe you respect."

Your mother's eyes widened in shock

"He washed your brain, didn't he?"

"No! Stop blaming him for your wrongdoings! Just look at yourselves! You bring armed people to a private property, and expect me to just go with you after all you said?! Are you insane?!"

"I will not tolerate this-"

"You think I care?"

Miguel had to get in between you and the gate, but you weren't having it. Your anger had been simmering long enough to just let it slide.

"I am married to him! Why can't you accept that?! Legally married to him!"

"It means nothing if the church doesn't recognize your marriage"

"Like if I want to." Your father's eyes widened, clearly disturbed at your words.

"He isn't worthy of you!" Your mom spoke and you laughed

"Not my fault you never met love, mom. Not my fucking fault you settled with the first man that gave you a couple of bucks your way and you mistook that for love!"

Every words just made your mother recoil in horror, just as your dad.

"You brat!"

"Cerecita, let's go-"

"No! Miguel. I'm tired of this." You raised your hand and showed your ring to them.

"I'm his wife. I love him. And I am home. Like it or not, It's my choice, is that clear?"

"You don't know what you're saying-"

Your dad tried to reason but your mother's temper seeped through your bones.

"I don't want to see you ever again around here. So get lost!"

"You will come home to us, one way or another. And if I have to ruin this place, so be it."

Your dad spoke to both Miguel and you, to then turn around and get in the car.

"I wanna see you try, cabrón " Miguel’s tone warned.

With those words, you were taken inside by a concerned Vicky despite your mother calling you over and over. Miguel and the other workers didn't leave until you were gone out of sight.

" No matter what I do, they won't leave me alone, Vicky."

" You're safe here, mi niña. None will let you harm come to you. Much less Miguel!"

"I just keep adding problems to his life" You hiccuped as Victoria poured some hot tea onto your cup along a natural blend of Herbs that would put you to sleep.

Your nerves were too fried to think rationally. The party was long over, soured by the family feud.

"Stop saying stupid things, corazón. now drink this. You're too nervous and that is not good for the baby."

This is by far how everyone imagined to end the day. You specially.

Even though Victoria's words made you a little ease, it was your dad's words that you secretly feared.

You knew he was a man of word. He'd do anything to make you come home, even if that meant to ruin Miguel’s hardwork.

"Where is Miguel?"

"He'll be here soon. Just making sure your parents left."

You hiccuped and wiped your eyes, anger slowly melting in tears.

"I'm so sorry, Vicky. I knew they were complicated but this... This is pure spite."

Vicky prepared your bed and then tuck you in.

"Todo va a estar bien, ya vas a ver." (Everything will be fine, you'll see.)

"What if they try to harm Miguel?"

"They better not, cause that means they'll have to deal with me. Me ves toda viejita, pero sé mis trucos." (You see me old and stuff, but I know my tricks.)

"You have us now, cariño. Get some rest, ok?"

"I need Miguel."

You'd mumble sleepily, the herbs worked wonders in your brain, relaxing you a bit too much after you finished the cup.

"He'll be here soon." Vicky rubbed your lower back until you were asleep and, then left your room with a sigh.

She knew your family was complicated but witnessing the real deal made her worry. You had all the right to be anxious and concerned as they were unpredictable.

Bloodshed was avoided. Miguel was wise enough to not instigate a fight and makes thing worse as they were.

He approached while he instructing Joseph and the others to keep an eye on the entrance.

"Miguel?"

"Ahorita no, Ma." (Not now, ma)

Vicky sighed and took him by the arm gently.

"Mijo, I know things are difficult right now. But she needs you. She is scared."

"I can't be at ease knowing that they can return anytime soon and try to take her away again."

"They won't, Miguel."

"How are you so sure? I don't even know how they got this address."

Vicky sighed but held him by the waist. His arm went around her shoulders.

"Cause I know you. If it's not your stubbornness, it's your love that will convince them to leave you alone."

"I hope so, cause I'm tired of this stupid feud. And I won't tolerate their disrespect in my own house."

He sighed and leaned on Vicky. Your bravado made him smile softly

"Did you see how Cerecita..."

Vicky chuckled

"¿Ves que si te ama? Ella tampoco dejaría que algo te pasara." (See? She loves you too. She wouldn't let harm come to you either)

"I need to increase the security. Be right back."

Vicky stared him with pained eyes.

Everyone knew this was far from over. But right now, her and Miguel’s priorities were simple. Keep you and the baby safe.

After a couple of hours of switching rounds, he went to bed. A deep sigh came his way upon watching you sleep.

You didn't back down from the challenge. Something he had to thank your dad for. Your words only invigorated him to fight harder for you, just like you fought for him.

Miguel changed into something more comfortable and curled next to you, his arms embracing your body as he kissed your hair.

Your breathings evened as he laid there, next to you whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

"Nadie me va a alejar de ti. Te lo prometo." (None will keep me away from you. I promise.)

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #Ranchero Miguel 🐎#Mi Dulce Cereza #La Novela #t writes✨#miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara fluff #Spotify

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daffi-990 · 2 months

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Fuck it Friday 🚒

Tagged by @steadfastsaturnsrings and @tizniz who both posted fics for their FF. Make sure to go check them out!

Writing beans have been kind to me the past two days! Yesterday I wrote over 1K for my buddie fantasy au and today I made progress on chapter nine of Rival Firefighter 🚒, which is what today’s snippet is from.

Prev snippet here.

As they’re walking, Chris turns to Buck, his eyes shining with gratitude and happiness. "Thanks for bringing me here, Buck. This was the best day ever!"

Buck smiles warmly at him. “Yeah, it was a pretty great day huh?”

He knows that this day at the zoo with Chris was exactly what he needed, what they needed. They survived a tsunami, and even though that day will always haunt his nightmares, he won’t let it haunt his waking life, especially the moments he spends with Chris. Today he proved to himself that he could take care of Chris, that what happened at the pier wasn’t his fault, just a case of wrong place wrong time. He couldn't have predicted what would happen that day, just like he can’t predict what could happen tomorrow.

They reach the Jeep, Buck opening the back door for Chris and helping him inside before heading to the driver's side. The drive back is filled with laughter, Chris using Buck’s phone to record a video for Eddie relaying stories about their favorite animals from the zoo. Chris sends the video to his dad and then falls asleep with a content smile on his face, his crutches resting beside him.

When they arrive at Eddie’s, Buck uses his key to unlock the front door before going back to the car for Chris, carrying him inside and down the hall to his bedroom, making sure to take his shoes off before tucking him into bed.

Chris stirs, his fluttering open briefly. “Love you, Buck.” He slurs out before falling back asleep.

A rainbow of colors explode from his heart, painting every cell in his body with the love he has for Christopher. It feels so strong and visceral that he’s surprised to find his hand bare of color when he reaches out to brush a strand of hair away from Chris's face.

"I love you too, Chris."

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#daffi writes #fic: stuck now so long we just got the start wrong #rival firefighters fic #of course I wrote Buck taking Chris to the zoo after the tsunami #buddie wip #buddie

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lovergirly · 10 months

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Lip gallagher x reader

So, I’m back! I love Lip. He’s hands down one of the best written characters. I have a whole story I want to set up with Lip and this Rich reader where they are polar opposites. I’m not proud of this, but this might be a little snippet of what it’s like after they’re already in an established relationship. but please help me come up with ideas for this!!! send in requests or messages or anything to help me come up with ideas!!

“have fun at cheer practice y/n!”

“I will mom, but i’m sleeping at katie’s house afterwards”

“that’s fine, see you tomorrow!”

You weren’t really going to cheer practice. In fact, you were going to your boyfriends house to stay the night. You see, you come from a wealthy side of town, and if your parents found out you were hanging out with the Gallagher kids… you don’t even want to know. You get into your expensive car and slowly make you way to the poorer side of chicago. On the way there you decide to walk into the Kash And Grab to grab a pack of cigarettes and a bottle for tonight.

“Hi Ian! You getting off work soon?”

“Hi y/n, i’ll be out soon! better save me some of that bottle.”

“you know it. want me to drive you home?”

he thinks about it for a second than concludes, “I’m okay, I’ll let you and Lip do your thing before I get home,” he says with a giggle.

You laugh as he rings up your stuff.

“i’ll save you a few shots when you get back.”

Pulling up to the Gallaghers, you felt at home. you walk in without knocking and immediately you’re invited to the chaos. V and Fi are screaming to each other about how they need to go to another club, Debbie and Carl and arguing, and Liam is just running around scribbling on some walls.

“hey guys”

you hear a chorus of “Y/NS” and you promise to talk to them as soon as you see Lip and get settled in. You go upstairs to the boys shared room and knock.

“you don’t have to knock y/n I know it’s you.”

you step in the room and see your boyfriend sitting at a small desk with a blunt in his mouth and pencil in hand, scribbling down answers to homework.

“watcha doingg?”

“this football players homework. said he’d give me $50 to write this essay for him.”

“well how about you rest on that for tonight because look what I got!” you flash him your bottle and cigarettes as he smiles and pulls you in for a quick hug and kiss.

“ugh I missed you baby. how was your day?”

“good! I went to the mall with hannah then I came here. do you like my new skirt?” you start shaking your ass a little as he goes to slap it.

“it’s hot for sure.”

eventually you and Lip settle in and you’re both pouring shots for each other while sharing a blunt. You’ve never been happier. Lip is able to make even the smallest things romantic. even while you can hear his family screaming about this that and the other downstairs. even when you’re in a shitty romeo and juliet like situation. even when everyone is rooting against you. you love him and he loves you.

#fanfic #fiona gallagher #lip gallagher #shameless #lip gallagher x reader #ian gallagher #shameless x reader

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candyheartedchy · 4 months

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Just a little snippet from my CoralBob wip fic because it’s cute and I wanted to share something from it so far.

Sitting side by side, a little yellow sponge and purple sea monster were on their third bowl of triple goober berry sunrises. Their laughter filled the air as the bartender kept glancing over in dread while cleaning a glass.

"Okay, ready?"

"Ready."

Sticking out his tongue a bit, SpongeBob tired to balance a cherry upon his nose as Coraline did the same on her snout. This was quickly followed up by an angry shout of defeat by the sea monster as a cherry fell onto the floor.

"I guess I won." SpongeBob said.

"I bet you can't do it with a spoon."

Turning around smugly, the sponge smiled over with his spoon now balancing straight up on his nose.

"Amazing."

SpongeBob laughs.

Digging into their ice creams, the pair had soon found themselves becoming quiet.

"SpongeBob?"

Taking in a spoonful, the sponge turned, "Hm?"

"Do you think it’s safe to go behind our bosses backs?”

“Why not?”

“Aren’t you worried about getting fired?”

SpongeBob swallows before putting his spoon down, “Well, maybe a little… but what about you? Aren’t you worried about getting fired?”

“Yeah, but I can always find a new job… somewhere… You love your job though, and how much it means to you. I just worried this will all blow up in our faces.”

SpongeBob brows narrowed a little, “So, do you not want to hang out anymore or-"

“NO! I DO!” Coraline shouted before pulling back, embarrassed by her sudden outburst, “I just… I don’t want to be the reason you lose your job.”

“It’ll be fine, Coraline.” he smiled.

“I hope so.” she signs, “I already feel like I’m gonna mess this up.”

SpongeBob grew quiet, looking away with a troubled expression. The two didn't speak for a few seconds until the sponge finally did.

"Well," he paused, tapping his fingers along the table as he sat there, "They say sponges are great for cleaning up messes." SpongeBob smiled sheepishly over, causing Coraline to laugh softly at this.

"I do want to thank you though."

"For what?"

"For always being kind to me. Even through I’m a monster.”

"Are we speaking literally or figuratively?"

"Both?" Coraline sighs, running her fingers through her short hair, "I mean, I know I'm a monster. It's who I am. I just... don't want to be treated like one, you know?”

“Or like how everyone treats me like a kid…” SpongeBob breathed.

Coralline frowned, “How come you let people walk all over you all the time?"

“People don’t walk all over me?”

“SpongeBob, I literally saw Mr. Krabs use you as a ramp the other day.”

“The floorboards were broken.” SpongeBob stated before Coraline grabbed his shoulders.

“SpongeBob, please, I’m being serious… You need to stand up for yourself more.”

“I do stand up for myself.”

“But you always brush it off!” Coraline then glance away, shy now, “I hate seeing you treated like your dumb. Like sure you’re more…” she paused, “whimsical than others your age, but that’s your charm.”

“Charm?”

“Yeah.” Coraline then blushed, “It’s cute.”

SpongeBob pointed his spoon at the sea monster, "If you think flattery will help your chances at getting the secret formula from me, think again.“ he teased before Coraline started to panic.

“What? No! I’m not trying to get to formula-” she explained before feeling a soft hand rest on her’s.

“Coraline, I was joking.”

“Oh.”

“You worry too much.”

“Sorry.”

SpongeBob couldn’t help but stare at the sea monster, smitten as he watched her turn a deep shade of purple in her cheeks, making her more shy before catching himself.

“We better get going before it’s gets too late. Those patties aren’t gonna flip themselves tomorrow.” the sponge laughs awkwardly.

Watching him, Coraline soon followed after before noticing the sponge wobbling a bit before she rushed over to catch him from bumping into a chair.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, this always happens when I eat a few triple goober berry sunrises.” the sponge smiled up, drunk before placing an hand on the sea monster’s cheek, patting it, “It’s fine.”

Blushing from the touch, Coraline laughs lightly before tucking the sponge under her arm, heading out the door, “C’mon, let’s get you home.

The bartender watching the pair leave as he exhaled, wiping his brow.

#not the best but I like writing their dynamic and hopefully I can share more of it soon!#📝 my writing 📝#might need to change my writing tag…#❤️ coralbob ❤️#💬 chy chatter 💬#intoxication mention #intoxication tw #just in case

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freedomfireflies · 1 year

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are you working on anything right now? if so...can we get a snippet?

Yes!! I'm working on an enemies to lovers piece (equipped with a one bed trope) requested by @victoria-styles! It should be done tomorrow and I'm having so much fun, so I'm very grateful for the idea!! 😭💞

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Harry suddenly growls, and you vaguely see the outline of his body as he straightens up from the couch.

Curious, you watch as he stalks over to you, his large hand coming out to snatch onto the blankets and rip them back.

“Shit,” you breathe, recoiling away from the frigid air. “The fuck are you doing—”

“You won’t stop fucking shaking and it’s fucking annoying,” he snaps as he climbs onto the mattress beside you. “Move.”

A tad stunned, you blink at him. “I—seriously, what are you doing—”

“I’m trying to get some goddamn sleep,” he huffs, as if it were obvious. “But I can’t with your fucking teeth making so much goddamn noise. So, I’m gonna fucking hold you until you stop shivering.”

“Like hell you are,” you snort, already wiggling away from him. “The whole fucking point of us finding another room was so that we didn’t have to share a bed. Remember?”

“Yeah, well, that was before your teeth started doing the tango,” he retorts. “Now shut the fuck up and cuddle me.”

“I—Harry. I’m not going to cuddle you, that’s gross—”

“Oh, grow up. God, you are so fucking dramatic. We’re adults—”

“Yeah, but we’re not in fucking Twilight. Okay, Jacob? I don’t need your doggy heat to warm me up—”

“My doggy heat? The fuck does that even mean? I wasn’t gonna hold you doggy style—”

“Yeah, you’re not gonna hold me at all—”

“For fuck’s sake,” he seethes for a second time before his arm is extending across the space between your bodies to latch onto your hip and drag you closer.

You don’t have the time to protest before your face is being squished into his chest as he pulls the blankets back up.

Your brain is the next thing to freeze as you take a moment to comprehend what the fuck just happened.

And why you aren’t fighting it.

Because much to your dismay…he’s right. Again. Instantly, this is significantly better, and you can already feel the movement return to your toes as you take a deep breath.

And suddenly, you realize that he’s…everywhere. Against you, around you, inside you. Well, his smell is, anyway. The subtle scent of his cologne making a home in your lungs.

And it’s…nice. A masculine vanilla, of sorts. Comforting.

…ew.

And while your first instinct is to reach up and shove him away…you don’t. Instead, your hands come to rest on his chest as you feel each curve and dip of his strong body. Maybe you’re too cold or too tired, but whatever the case, you don’t fight it.

“You can’t do this,” you choose to mumble, despite the fact that you do nothing to stop it.

He simply snorts under his breath. “Already am.”

You shift but don’t pull yourself out of his arms. “I can’t breathe.”

“You’ll get over it.”

Your eyes narrow, even though he can’t see you.

For a moment, the dark room falls quiet. The sound of his breathing above you is soft and you feel his body rise and fall with each one. It nearly lulls you to sleep as the heat begins to surround you, much like his arms have.

“Why are you so mean to me?” you hear yourself whisper, momentarily stunned by the words that came from your own throat without permission.

Here's the full part if you'd like it! ~ Stuck With You*

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#harry #harry styles #harry edward styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles blurb #harry styles request #harry styles enemies to lovers #enemies to lovers #harry styles smut

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heysweetheart-writes · 3 months

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Happy Sentences Sunday! - not in love with this banner, we'll see if it stays.

Thank you so much @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @kiwiana-writes @nocoastposts @magicandarchery @suseagull04 @bigassbowlingballhead & @firenati0n for your tags! I have a day off and power at home tomorrow so I'll be catching up with your tags then!!

I haven't done much writing since Wednesday but I'm going to give you a snippet from the neighbors!au that I'm hoping to come back to soon! I wish life stopped lifing so much and let me to my silly little writing. Here's Alex agreeing to go on definitely not a date with Henry.

"I really love that you are the one knocking on my door for once," Alex says while he puts the jacket on. Henry grimaces. "But there's nothing to apologise or thank me for." He jabs his finger to the lift button and continues as they wait. "June's been known to lock me up in my room so I actually lay down and rest whenever I get sick. I go full on Rosa Diaz." Alex says it so matter of factly that Henry feels embarrassed for not catching the reference. His silence gives him away. "The badass bisexual latina Rosa Diaz from Brooklyn Nine-Nine with whom I share a last name?" Alex explains when the lift arrives and the three of them step inside. "I'm sorry.” Henry blushes and feels— something- about the fact that Alex is comparing himself to a bisexual character. A something he’ll certainly have to ignore for now before he spirals about it in front of Alex. “Haven't seen it." "We'll watch it sometime. You're so Amy-coded."

Tags under the cut as usual!

I'm sorry it's so fucking late but I’m still tagging both people I want to see what they’re up to and people I’m hoping will see this snip: @read-and-write- @theprinceandagcd @orchidscript @daisymae-12 @cricketnationrise @pridepages @clottedcreamfudge @anincompletelist @myheartalivewrites @three-drink-amy @lizzie-bennetdarcy @zwiazdziarka @callumsmitchells @raysletters @cultofsappho @priincebutt @notspecialbabe @tailsbeth-writes @onward--upward @getmehighonmagic @ninzied @wordsofhoneydew

#rwrb #rwrb fic #rwrb fanfiction #my fic #six sentence sunday #sentences sunday #red white & royal blue #red white and royal blue #firstprince #firstprince fic #firstprince fanfiction #neighbours!au

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yuurivoice · 2 months

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Tomorrow Has To Wait, a Cloud & Aerith One-Shot

A FFVII Rebirth Cloud & Aerith fic. Contains spoilers through Gongaga (and beyond tbh). Cloud slips away into the night to be alone with his thoughts. How can he protect the ones he cares for most if he cannot even trust himself?

Aerith Gainsborough brought me out of fic writing retirement. You ever been down so bad that you got in touch with your inner child, your first dreams and aspirations, and a craft you've long left on the shelf? I have, and it got about 2.8k words and a long afternoon outta me.

Be kind, it's been a long time for this old boy.

Read on AO3 here. Snippet beneath the read more.

Gongaga nights were humid, the dense kind of humidity that clings to however much exposed skin it can find, and sleeping in it was no easy task. However, up above the trees standing at the top of a mostly ruined observation tower, Cloud was breathing in the crisp breeze and gazing up at the stars.

“It’s not so different from Nibelheim.” He recalled kicking his feet off the edge of the water tower, looking through the window of the cute girl next door and then desperately trying to look anywhere but there to avoid being weird. That was so long ago, but nowadays he felt more in touch with the awkward, silent kid than a seasoned SOLDIER.

Even with Tifa’s forgiveness for what happened at the reactor, Cloud couldn’t find enough quiet in his mind to rest. He was anxious. How in the hell was anyone supposed to trust him if he couldn’t trust himself? Despite their party growing stronger and more determined than ever, the war waging on in his mind was one he had to fight alone. The migraines, the memories, the uneasy feeling lingering in his chest any time they encounter another one of the robed men. If he shared his concerns, those little moments where he lost himself, there was no chance they’d keep him around. Barret wouldn’t let anything put his mission to save the planet at risk, not when Marlene was back home waiting to live a long happy life on a planet that hasn’t been sucked dry of its essence.

There was a pounding in his chest, a part of him that shouted that his honor wouldn’t let him fail those he cared about the most. So why did it feel so right killing those Shinra bastards? Why did his blade flow so effortlessly as he danced through them like the evening breeze?

Why did he love the warmth of their blood on his cheeks?

You know why, Cloud…

“Shut up.” Cloud lifted the Buster Sword from his back and held it upright before him, staring at the hilt as his hands gripped it tight. His knuckles cracked as the leatherbound hilt groaned in his palms. This blade was held in this position many times before to remind the wielder of his honor as a SOLDIER, but those days were long past.

You can’t deny it forever. They’ll understand. They already know. You don’t belong with them…

Tighter. Cloud’s muscles tensed as his eyes shut tight, begging for this creative imagination of his to let him see his hands wrapped around Sephiroth’s throat.

You will fail them again…

Cloud’s chest heaved with raspy breaths, as if it were his own throat he was clutching. Squeezing. Tighter. Tighter goddammit. He wanted to feel the grip of the sword snap in two. He wanted something to break. Anything. Everything.

Then, silence.

Gentle hands rest on top of his, joining him in holding the sword, now wrapped in a warm embrace from behind. There was no breeze, no wildlife, and no voice in his head.

There was only Aerith.

#ffvii rebirth #ffvii fanfiction #cloud x aerith #aerith x cloud #ff7 rebirth #hi i know y'all ain't really tryna hear all that #but thank you to anyone who reads and shows it some love #i'm so rusty and my vocabulary has regressed immensely #but i'd do it for her again #and cloud was there too i guess

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a-world-with0ut-dr34ms · 1 year

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Ghost x City Girl! Reader

Word Count: 600~

NSFW 18+, Shameless Smut, Snippet, Toxic Relationships, Hate-Fucking, FWB, Sexual Tension, Jealous/Possessive Ghost, Bratty Reader, Reader is a Mean Girl, Cheating(?), It's just disrespectful I guess.

I'm down bad. That's why this got made. This is just a snippet. I want it to be steamy because I'm a whore, but for now, here's a sneak peek.

Previous Parts -- One | Two

NOTE: This is subject to change in the final version

"So who was he?" Ghost asks you later, once everyone's left the office for lunch and cleared out of the building.

You stand from your seat and turn to face him, smirking. "Who?"

"Don't play dumb," he's grown less humored now. "You know who. The bloke I saw you with this morning."

"Oh, right," you say sarcastically. "That guy. He's just some dude I met on Tinder a few weeks ago-"

"Weeks ago?" That detail catches the man off guard. Weeks. The same weeks you shared with Ghost, only he saw now that hadn't been exclusive. "You been seein' him for weeks?"

"I'm seeing him tonight too," you add. "With luck, I'll see him tomorrow as well. Problem?"

No, it's not a problem, Ghost had thought. Or it shouldn't be. Yet, when asked, he can't quite bring himself to give you an answer, opting for silence instead. Silence you quickly weaponize.

You smile, eyes half-lidded and a giggle bubbling in your throat. "Don't tell me you're jealous, Manchester."

"Not in the slightest."

You laugh now; naturally, you didn't believe him. You knew those quick remarks hid a hurt man inside, even if that man had been as stoic as Ghost.

"Does he know about us?" Ghost asks, now having had more time to sort through all his burning questions.

"He knows I'm single and seeing other guys," you clarify, following it up with a peculiar look. You thought it strange there had suddenly been an emphasis on the word "us" in his sentence. "You're trippin' all of a sudden Manchester-"

"Did you fuck him?"

"Ah," you've been waiting to hear that question leave him since the conversation began. "There it is."

You stare at Ghost for a good while from across the room, not feeling as inclined to divulge him with an answer right away. You needn't bother, however. Ghost knew the answer before he even asked it. He just wants to hear you say it.

"I asked you a question." His voice grows low, magnetic even, as his eyes all but bore into you like knives, ready to carve you up and dissect you where you stand. Ghost takes a few steps forward, until he's a foot or away from you, towering over you like a skyscraper. "Did you fuck him?"

"I sure did," you say. "I fucked him on the first date. I fucked him five days ago, and I fucked him yesterday. I plan on fucking him tonight too. Problem?"

Ghost boxes you in, his hands firmly on the wall, resting beside either side of your face. You don't flinch, nor do you budge. Your chin is held high, as is that mocking tone in your eyes. You let him close that small space between you two, smelling the cigarettes and cologne on his uniform and feeling the warmth of his body shower over you.

Even under his mask, you could see the man doing all he could to not look like he was seething. However, his skin vibrates with anger, telling tales of jealousy and rage his lips would not. Heat pools off him like a predatory aura, his dark eyes having not left yours since you started.

He leans forward until he's felt his mask-veiled lips gently graze the shell of your ear. Ghost says with a low, breathy tone, "He must not know how you like it, then. Or else you wouldn't come crawlin' back 'ere, beggin' me to fuck you."

"And how do I like it, Manchester?" You whisper back into his ear.

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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HAMMMMM ok sunsun how abput step bro ari and his pervy fratbros after the night they ignore naive reader and after bucky finds out and she went to ari’s bed i want to know what happened in the morning so badddddd🫣🫣🫣🫣🫠🫠🫠🫠😭😭😭😭

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you want to know huh 😼: [party drabble | morning after drabble] consider this a snippet bc it’ll be in the fic !!

A heavy sigh sounds through the room when Steve enters, his head is hung low and and he’s holding his sketchbook.

“She’s ignoring you too?”

“Yup.” He answers short, joining the rest of the dejected frat boys. He flips open to the empty page, the blank white just waiting for your body to be drawn with graphite. “She promised to be my model too.”

“Well that was before you brushed her off like she was nothing.”

“If I brushed her off, all of you did too.”

Their conversation is cut short when you walk into the living room, clad in one of Ari’s comfiest sweaters and your feet tucked into those cute slippers.

“Hey, duck! You wanna take a ride on my motorcycle today? We can go get ice cream.” Curtis greets happily, or desperately.

“What if we take a walk to the park? We can feed the ducks, I know you love that.” Steve is still sore from when you first ignored him, but he wants to keep trying until you at least look at him.

“Baby, c’mere.” Another voice speaks up.

You tuck your hands into your pockets and step over their long legs to get to the other, older frat boy in the love seat. You flash him a sweet smile and sit in his lap, “yes, Andy?”

The brunet smirks, grateful he had to skip the party last night. Currently, Steve and Curtis are the only ones on your grudge list. He heard you make up with Ari earlier this morning—the whole house must’ve heard too.

“What are your plans today?” He rubs your hip.

“Nothin’… I was gonna go to my dorm for a bit. Maybe hang out with Bucky!”

Your words are followed by two deep grunts.

“You’re going to leave?” Curtis asks, his frown only deepening when you don’t answer. “Ducky.” He tries again.

Andy’s touch trails up to your cheek, lightly pinching the flesh. “You don’t wanna talk to them, sweet baby?”

You shake your head, hiding away in the crook of his neck. You can feel their gazes burning through your skull.

“That’s okay—”

“No it isn’t!”

“You have me and Lloyd, and your big brother to keep you company today, tomorrow, however long you need.”

Steve and Curtis grit their teeth, seconds away from prying you out of Andy’s big hands. It was unfair enough that they have to share you with each other, now that slim timeframe was nonexistent because of some sorority whores.

They weren’t you, no one was like you.

“How about we go out for dinner? You, me, Lloyd and Ari. Get out of the house, maybe see a movie later too?” Andy says loud enough for the other guys to hear.

“Can Bucky come too?” You ask quietly, shivering as his fingers rub the back of your neck. “I-I, uh… he’s really nice to me…”

Those grunts again.

“Of course, duck. Not like we need the space in the car for anyone else.”

me thinks… reader has a little crush on Bucky 🫡 am I smelling a rivalry between him and stepbro!ari 😳😳

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sunshinediaz · 3 months

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snippet sunday ⛈

decided to channel my bad days into writing an angsty, pre-relationship fic where buck and eddie talk about eddie's trauma from the lightning accident to get it out of my system

and it's from buck's pov? surprise?

“I’m breaking up with Marisol tomorrow.” Thunder rumbles above, masking the noise of shock Buck lets loose. “You’re break—breaking up with Marisol?” he repeats, just a little stupid. Marisol’s great—funny and smart and kind, with a killer laugh and a wonderful personality. Eddie adores her. “Why?” “The same reason you broke up with Natalia. I don’t love her, Buck.” He turns as he says it, offering a grin that glows in the flash of lightning. “I love you.” Buck’s breath stutters in his chest. “Eddie—” “I love you, Buck,” he says, again, soft and easy like it’s just for him, and reaches over to pat Buck’s knee. “And watching you die took it out of me.” Eddie’s hand rests on Buck’s knee, right above the hole he ripped in his pajama pants a few weeks ago by catching a knob in the bathroom at his loft. His palm faces up, calloused and hard and yet soft enough to run over his son’s face, gentle enough to cradle Buck’s heart. Tender and kind even after everything he’s been through. Buck slips his fingers between Eddie’s and squeezes. “What’d it take?” he asks. “The fear. You died and I didn’t have you because I was scared of what might happen, but I’m not anymore.” He tugs on Buck’s hand, testing his grip, and smiles when Buck holds on—as if he’s ever going to let Eddie go. “The next time you die, you’ll be mine.”

tagged by @daffi-990, @disasterbuckdiaz, @wildlife4life, @actualalligator, @honestlydarkprincess, and @eddiebabygirldiaz, mwah mwah

tagging @spagheddiediaz, @jeeyuns, @puppyboybuckley, @devirnis, @exhuastedpigeon, @theotherbuckley, @thewolvesof1998, and @monsterrae1 if any of you have something you want to share!

#writing from buck's pov is a huge obstacle because hello? he's a complicated sad puppy dog boy left out in the rain?#so much different from eddie and yet so similar it feels like everything's the same. sigh.#perhaps 2024 is the year i find buck's voice in my writing? cool #tag games

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fangbangerghoul · 1 month

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It's *drum rolls* WIP WEDNESDAY! (I made a new banner that is Ghoul-coded...because it is Ghoul)

Where I dig out things to share that are a 'work in progress' and it has to be on a Wednesday because I was told I would be exiled if I tried this on a Friday.

I also include small updates like the fact that I got a 92 on my research paper! (which I would have cried if I got under a 90 because I gave her more than what the professor asked for and THEN SOME) Another update is I only have a week and a half left of my spring semester!

I have several WIPS in the works. Now that I don't have to constantly write academic papers for class, I actually want to write for myself. Also! My 100 Follower Celebration prompts really have helped me get back into the groove. I am doing them until tomorrow so please feel free to submit a prompt in my ask box to get a snippet in return!

My current list of WIPS: (doc names not work titles)

Great Fireballs of Faerun

Bog Witch Trials

Delghoul

GhoulxHalsinxAstarion

Thorny Feelings

Cup Runneth Over

AND NOW

to the fun part! The current snippet of wip is under the cut! (it's a continuation of the last snippet sunday)

The hissing river helped drown out some of her worries along with the symphony of sounds of the creatures that roamed the forest. It was like its own pocket of time, maybe its own dimension. She was used to the smells of leaves, mud, and pollen that floated around and it felt like home to her. Ghoul was so entranced by nature in front of her she did not notice with her vampire spawn companion sat beside her. He moved so silently that when she did notice she felt her body go on guard, ready for a battle. It took a lot of focus within her to calm her pulse and her body’s knee jerk reaction to fight.

“I didn’t come to bite, unless that’s what you want.” Astarion said with a toothy grin and his smooth voice rung with a coyness that was almost luring. His red eyes examined her with curiosity as if he was waiting for a particular reaction when she did not give it, he looked ahead to the forest across the stream.

“What did you want?” She said pointedly. Ghoul was not trying to be rude but she could tell on his face that question was not said as smoothly as she intended.

“I am just trying to enjoy the companion of my favorite companion and maybe bask in,” He paused for a moment clearly looking for the right word within his mind, “the beautiful nature.”

Ghoul gave a light huff of a laugh she was not born yesterday even if compared to the longevity of life Astarion lived made it feel that way.

“Sounds like Halsin is rubbing off on you, perhaps that’s a good thing.” She gave him a subtle smirk to tease him a bit more.

“There are others ways I’d like him to rub off on me.” His voice was low and Ghoul noticed the excitement in his eyes from the thought. She rolled her eyes at him and waved her hand to signal a whatever. “What? I know I am not the only one whose eyes catch the giant elf. Don’t act so prudish now.”

“I didn’t object, did I?”

“Not with your words, no.” Astarion was now sitting beside Ghoul on the sandy bank with her. She had slowly dipped her bare feet into the cool water and it stung at first before slowly relaxing her muscles. He had followed suit though it was clear he was not enjoying the cool water as much as her.

“Tell me,” She begun as she leaned back onto the palms of her hands to get a better look at the stars. “What are you going to do after all of this is over?”

“My, my, what a question, dear.” His index finger rested on his lip as he pondered Ghoul’s question. The silence from it was starting to make it feel like he would never answer but she remained patient.

“Live freely, revel in debauchery, continue my existence for as long as I can.” He finally answered not looking directly at her. His eyes seemed wistful, yearning perhaps. Ghoul nodded softly taking in his answer. It sounded honest enough for him and she was not going to claim he was lying to her outright. She never knew where she stood with the vampire so on occasion when he seemed to bare himself to her, she was cautious of what he was telling her. She was no saint by any means and she also never spoke the full truth. There were just some things better left in the past of unsaid.

“You?” He leaned in a little closer now, his eyes fixed on her neck and she had a feeling she knew what he was thinking.

“Assuming I don’t die.” She started bluntly and there was a spilt second where a flash of concern or maybe fear appeared on Astarion’s face but she continued. “Perhaps if enough gold were to be made on this journey I can attempt to live in the city, properly this time.”

“Properly?” His eyebrow raised at her statement and she could hear in his voice that he was both dumbfounded and skeptical of what she was saying.

“Not living on the streets again.” She answered to alleviate some of the confusion. “Maybe I’ll just travel as a sword for hire.”

“Isn’t that what you are basically doing now?” Astarion sounded unamused by her answer and a tad disappointed, which now had her raising an eyebrow.

“I suppose.” She leaned up to straighten her back in hopes it would help her think better but in a quick movement she felt Astarion’s arm pull her closer.

“Don’t you ever dream of bigger things?” His voice was smooth, and his eyes pierced hers. Astarion's free hand lightly traced the line of her jaw and for a moment he looked enamored.

“Bigger things than Halsin?” She asked with a devilish smile. Ghoul knew what he was really asking but she was not ready to admit to herself or to him that she never thinks too far ahead. There were always consequences when she did. He snorted at her after she killed the moment and released her from his grasp. She gave him a look that was not necessarily disapproving but perhaps mixed with a disappointment. Ghoul realized she had enjoyed the close contact, but her pride would not allow her to give in to reach for more.

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#wip wednesday #fang writes #bg3 fic #bg3 astarion #ghoul vibes only #bg3 character

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